The Empire of Reimia (3)

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Ple-Sen

— I'm happy for you. As for me, Linnea sighed, things could have been better. Not that everything was terrible, although I'm a little embarrassed about my placement in the Competitive event; I just expected more. Almost nothing special happened – I walked around, looked at things. The most notable thing about this festival was that it was my first year at the academy. That's pretty much it.

— In such Competitive events, a lot depends on luck, so don't worry about it. I think we can make this year even more memorable if we win the Competitive. What do you think about it, by the way, considering the latest information?

Morning

- Me?... - Lattro hesitated for a couple of seconds before recognizing who was in front of him in the dim light. - Oh, it's you. Just taking a walk. I'm bored.
He sat down on the grass three meters away from her and yawned again.
- Maybe at some point in the past, this tradition made sense – when Republicans in furs chased away lions with fire – but today, sitting around in the dark and watching an excellent student dance alone with a teacher...
He snorted and shook his head.

— Ha! — Anelotta turned away. — You're just saying that, probably out of envy, but you'd probably like to be in his place right now. She's not young, of course, but... — Lotte reflexively grabbed her side with one hand. — She's still in good shape in the right places. Yes, yes, yes, you're probably sitting there fantasizing about a teacher who's twenty years older than you, and how ashamed you are to even think about it? How do you even wake up in the morning and look at your reflection in the mirror?

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Резара - Аксель - Орвальд - Эмилия - Стэфания - Амвросий - Лестер - Альсира - Алария -

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