Граф Орлов
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- Nothing good! - the witch shouted angrily at Leroy and continued to cry.
Leroy glanced around the devastated room once more. In this comical moment: a powerful witch sobbing in front of the fireplace, a knight who somehow came under her control, regained his human form, and just won the tournament, broken dishes, and marks from a poker on the walls; the skeleton-butler, calmly and focusedly trying to clean up, suddenly seemed to him the most normal and simple creature in this world.
-- Well, here you go. Tears won't help you burn things, -- Leroy hugged the witch. -- Tell me what's wrong, maybe it will make you feel better.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers