Reimian Empire

-- Alright, -- Tsukiko spread out a cloth and sat in the lotus position. -- I'm very eager to hear what you have to say.

— So, it's a very sad story, a true one... There was a young man who couldn't do anything, wasn't good at anything, didn't like people, and couldn't come to terms with the world... But then... he met the Duke's daughter... and fell in love with her... But he couldn't stand on equal footing with her... She was strong, worthy, and generally awesome... And he was just a regular guy... So he went to the wildlands and started training... Through pain and blood, he practiced surviving in battles against wild monsters... He honed his skills... And after a few years, he returned to his homeland... But the girl was already gone, in the afterlife... The young man fell into despair and spent the next few years just existing, not living... He knew no joy or fun... Well, it's some kind of dark Darik story, I don't know, he probably wasn't very bright. He overheard a conversation in one of the taverns and almost died laughing, but he just laughed to himself, because he looked very intimidating. Well, the moral of the story is this: I haven't seen any girls in a long time, and I'm probably going to die soon... It's sad. I wish someone would help me with this. No, not with death, I'm not in a hurry to go there yet, and besides, only the biggest fools commit suicide.

- And what do we have as the main course? - the Nihonka asked playfully.

— You, — Elias dumped the contents of his bag onto the bed — chains, a ball gag, handcuffs, and a mask.

- I understand. Taxes, fees, all sorts of deductions, - Melis put down two hundred Rumis.

— That will be 400 Rumis...