United Kingdoms

— And the story, — continued the Riverside resident, — is quite ordinary. When the townspeople came to judge Wigg, they asked who saw what and who heard what, and I, being an honest man, told them how it all happened, and Wigg got offended by that. — Lek turned to his fellow townsman and put his hands together. — Friend, don't be angry, I didn't mean to. And besides, my words don't influence anything anymore.
In response, Wigg just waved his hand irritably.

—It's okay, Delos,” Achelsius hastened to interject, placing a hand on the knight's shoulder. “Let's not argue for no reason, because we came here to solve problems, not create new ones, right?” — Having said this, he turned to the hostess with a polite smile:
—You are right about the age, Mrs. Graila. But I will try to compensate for the lack of proper wisdom and experience with knowledge, and perhaps it will even be easier for me to understand the essence of your family conflict, if you, of course, agree to fully inform me about it.

— There is no conflict in our family as such, but there is one shameless bitch, — Graila cast an angry glance at Xamelonna, — she spoiled my grandson and now she makes our lives miserable!
— Well, grandma, what are you saying? We love each other and will get married someday, it's time for you to accept that.
— Yes, you might get married, but she will marry for our wealth and get a submissive slave as a bonus.
— Well, that's enough, you don't know what you're talking about...
— And you don't know what you're getting into, — the old woman slapped Paris and returned to talking to Achelsius. — She'll come up, hug him, press her chest against his back, and whisper something in his ear, and his cheeks immediately turn pink, and he immediately agrees to everything she suggests. At first, he stopped communicating with other girls, she forbade him, but then all his friends left too. They didn't like her, you see. Now he has abandoned alchemy, which I have been teaching him for many years. But he started taking care of himself, took up fencing, and bought himself some fancy underwear, ugh! — Graila sighed heavily and continued, — and that's not the end of it! She doesn't want to cook or clean, but now Paris does all of that, and he looks like a fool, happy as can be.
— Enough! Stop it! I can't let you poison our relationship any longer! — Paris tried to take the initiative, but instead he got hit on the forehead with a cane, — A-a-a...
— And you grew up to be such a henpecked husband! What kind of man are you, thinking with your little head, but still having no balls!
— Father, — the main character of this conflict finally spoke, — forgive me for my frankness, but you see that the person is not quite mentally stable. I think she needs to spend at least a few months in the Halls of Enlightenment, where the church people will be able to cure her of the diseases that have gripped her soul.
— Ah, you bitch, you want to lock me up there forever?

-- Sounds interesting. And what kind of people does he prefer to deal with?
-- Although, I must say, I wouldn't mind any information about this aristocrat. In general, thank you for the reception, and I will get down to business as soon as possible.

— He likes talented and interesting people. He has a difficult relationship with the church, and with the traditions of the kingdom. He built an arena in his city and holds regular battles there, keeps commoners in his retinue, appointed his son Pilas as champion, supports not the most favorable groups, and has done many other things that have earned him a very bad reputation in high society.
For reference: rulers of Austria have a custom of granting the title of champion to one of their strongest warriors (since this brings great prestige, they try to appoint the most suitable candidates for this) and appointing members of their family to this position has long been considered bad manners.

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