[Ok, there is actually quite lot to unpack there. Richard isn't stranger to the concepts of different deities. But at least in good ol' England those heretics and pagans would stay hidden in the woods, practice their magic and pray to the false icons -- and if caught they'd met their fate at the flames of stake. It's something that Richard, too, feared -- if it wasn't for the glorious and noble York blood running in his veins he knows he would have met his end ages ago.

So maybe that's why it does aggravate him to see a knight spouting such nonsense?

But there was one thing that he could agree with the man. There was times when simply words would not suffice. He wasn't exactly the most well-read member of his family, always preferring to settle things by sword if possible. It had been already a few years since he lead his army to the battlefields, defending England from the Scottish invasion. But he was victorious back then and so far steel has never betrayed him.

Besides. Who is to deny a good man of his death wish?]

So, you would sacrifice your life for your belief? Very well, I, Richard Plantagenet the duke of Gloucester and rightful King of England, see your honor, sir Argenti, and will respect your will and accept your request.

[And with that he turns away to march out of the City Hall. Let's not steal the thunder from poor drag queens!]