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Celiad Covenkrar, Yamagami Aiyano, Tsukiko Shimizu, Livia, Tria Kohe, Tristan, Anemone, Aria Bright, Dillion Dendark, and Father Cynius were traveling to their destination on a regular passenger train. They even had to wait for over an hour before the right train arrived at the station. Well, there's nothing you can do about it – ordinary people don't get to choose the departure time of public transport.
The journey to the capital turned out to be short, and after only an hour, the group set foot in the lands of the central Reimi Empire. As they exited the station, the palace researchers were met by the curator of their assignment.
"Hmm!" The government official snorted haughtily and looked suspiciously at those who had arrived. "My name is Castor L. Celene; I will be the curator of your assignment... Follow me."
After forty minutes of walking, the mercenaries finally reached the old palace, once belonging to Reisen Udongein Inaba. This part of the city was deserted, and it was clear that no one wanted to settle near the palace, which many called cursed.
"So here's the deal!" When the group stood in front of the tall doors of the palace, the official spoke commandingly. "Listen carefully... I don't know what this elf did to get permission for this mission, but you must understand that this is wrong. This palace is hundreds of years old! And now, after all this time, the first ones to step into the sacred halls of the empire are a bunch of unknown and incompetent mercenaries from nowhere... That's outrageous, to say the least. Therefore, the first and most important thing: don't break anything!!! Understood? I'll repeat myself: DO NOT TOUCH THE PRECIOUS MONUMENTS OF THE EMPIRE WITH YOUR DIRTY HANDS. What lies behind these doors is worth dozens, no, hundreds of times more than your lives! Do you understand? Did you hear me?"
The journey to the capital turned out to be short, and after only an hour, the group set foot in the lands of the central Reimi Empire. As they exited the station, the palace researchers were met by the curator of their assignment.
"Hmm!" The government official snorted haughtily and looked suspiciously at those who had arrived. "My name is Castor L. Celene; I will be the curator of your assignment... Follow me."
After forty minutes of walking, the mercenaries finally reached the old palace, once belonging to Reisen Udongein Inaba. This part of the city was deserted, and it was clear that no one wanted to settle near the palace, which many called cursed.
"So here's the deal!" When the group stood in front of the tall doors of the palace, the official spoke commandingly. "Listen carefully... I don't know what this elf did to get permission for this mission, but you must understand that this is wrong. This palace is hundreds of years old! And now, after all this time, the first ones to step into the sacred halls of the empire are a bunch of unknown and incompetent mercenaries from nowhere... That's outrageous, to say the least. Therefore, the first and most important thing: don't break anything!!! Understood? I'll repeat myself: DO NOT TOUCH THE PRECIOUS MONUMENTS OF THE EMPIRE WITH YOUR DIRTY HANDS. What lies behind these doors is worth dozens, no, hundreds of times more than your lives! Do you understand? Did you hear me?"