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 Yuisis Lunawait Place of Birth: Serberia (June 701). Belief: Legends of Visteria. Attributes Strength: 5 Endurance: 6 Dexterity: 10 Perception: 12 Speed: 6 Intellect: 6 Spirit: 3 Faith: 1 Charisma: 5 Beauty: 6 Skills Reflex 3, Eagle Eye 2, Fatal Shot. Meditation 2. Proficiency (Marksmanship), Mastery (Musketeer).  Cleona Crim Place of Birth: Serberia (December 707). Belief: Dakara (Sin Ash Shamesh). Attributes Strength: 1 Endurance: 2 Dexterity: 2 Perception: 2 Speed: 2 Intellect: 12 Spirit: 8 Faith: -2 Charisma: 1 Beauty: 8 Skills Toxicity, Explosion, Excitement. Meditation 2. Barrier. | The Fool of Messenzetz — that is what the nobles of the capital called Albert der Grosse behind his back and behind the back of his powerful father, the king of Serberia. Unlike his sisters and brothers, of whom Heinrich had many, Albert had no particular interest in martial arts or war in general, but even his high position in Serberia's social hierarchy did not allow him to evade his military duty, and he had to go through the war with Royenthal. Returning from it, however, he had not changed in the slightest, continuing his attempts to find himself in something else, in something he considered more refined and suited to his personality. He tried his hand at music and painting, showing very promising results for a beginner, but quickly became disillusioned with his creations, comparing them to the works of great masters, and, deciding it was not for him, abandoned these endeavors as well. Botany seemed boring to him, and tending to flowers tedious — the sight of beautiful gardens and flowers of astonishing beauty always gladdened his eyes and brought a feeling of blissful tranquility to his heart, but caring for them was not something he could devote himself and his time to; his daily routine was far too disorganized. The years passed, and if not for the meetings at official events his father forced him to attend and the duties associated with his position (at that time he held the rank of a mid-level officer in the Serberian army), Albert would likely have disappeared entirely from high society, drowning in reading books and fruitless attempts to find himself. He was, however, not opposed to this state of affairs and was quite satisfied with his life — he lacked for nothing, his beloved was always in his arms, he had dreams and numerous aspirations, and he handled his work, if not flawlessly, then without fault, and so he was calm, believing that life would continue on its course. In this, however, he was mistaken, and change began on the day his adjutant came to him and informed him that the young prince was to report immediately to the headquarters of the commander-in-chief, i.e., his father. Heinrich der Grosse was enormous, nearly two meters tall, and his military uniform seemed ready to burst at the seams over his broad, colossus-like shoulders. — Sit down. — Albert obediently sat opposite his royal father, who bore little resemblance to monarchs from fiction and historical chronicles, instead resembling a groomed and well-kept bear stuffed into a uniform. His son straightened his back and met his father's piercing gaze with his own cold eyes. — You have no ambition, I've realized that and made peace with it. — "Oh, here we go again"... Albert sighed heavily, but only imagined doing so, actually continuing to sit still. — But you will fulfill your duty, whether you like it or not. I have arranged a marriage for this summer, so prepare yourself. — This time Albert briefly lost his composure and grimaced. Heinrich, of course, did not miss this. — And what don't you like, Albert? Sofia is from a noble family that has been an ally of our house since the northern invasion. Beautiful, well-educated, and well-mannered. Or do you dislike that she is a better commander and warrior than you? Well, that is your own fault; you shouldn't have been wasting away in your spiritless pursuits. The young prince gathered his thoughts, took a breath, and steeled his will. — I humbly beg your forgiveness for my unworthy behavior, father, but I must decline your kindness and generosity. — Lifting his eyes and seeing that his father expected him to continue, he spoke again. — The matter is that I already have a lady love, with whom we intend to spend the rest of our days together. — Cleona Crim, a landless baroness. — Heinrich spoke the name of the girl in question without any noticeable emotion in his voice. It was not surprising, however, that their relationship was known to him, and that he had made all the necessary inquiries. — Or, to be more precise, Cleona Sin Ash Shamesh... Her grandfather was a slave of Selvarian-Hekkelian origin, became a champion in one of the tournaments and earned his freedom, and her father went further, distinguishing himself brilliantly in war, for which he received the title of baron. Does that mean anything to you? — Yes, father... In my opinion, such a lineage perfectly underscores the national idea of our country, where everyone can achieve greatness if they deserve it. — That could be so, if you were not a prince. The social stigma against the white-haired has not disappeared, and for that reason alone your relationship with Cleona Crim is unacceptable. Moreover... — Albert wanted to object, but his father stopped him with a look. — In my youth, I devoted much time to studying the history of past empires, trying to understand what made them great and what led to their inevitable fall. Do you know what I realized then? — What?.. — That the descendants of the great ancient Hekkelian houses are nothing but parasites. They infiltrate other cultures but continue to cling to the greatness achieved by their ancestors, thinking this somehow makes them special. They can never become part of the society in which they live, because their loyalty lies with the past, not the present. The royal house of Serberia has no need for such rot! A few weeks after this conversation, Albert sat in his office as if nothing had happened, tending to his affairs. The book currently lying on the table before him was called "Legends of the Heroes of Visteria," which described the biographies and adventures of famous figures of the past. On the prince's lap, arms around his shoulders, sat his beloved, occasionally glancing at the pages with boredom in her eyes: "Meristianna knew more about the world than anyone else, but during her journey she was never able to accept one thing — the concept of the state." — And indeed, — mused the prince, — why do people so love having a boot on their rear? What do you think? — Well, I don't know, maybe because the alternative — starving to death or living by the law of the jungle — is even less appealing to them? — Elves, for some reason, don't have such problems... — I don't know about elves, but have you seen the people of Serberia? Especially the commoners and slaves. Get rid of the state infrastructure, and the very next day you'll get a brick to the head. If you're lucky, you'll die on the spot; if not, you'll be a cripple left with nothing, waiting for the next predator. — Ha-ha, you think too poorly of people! They'd manage somehow. Albert turned the page, and an illustration of the enchanting elven woman they had just read about appeared before them both. For some reason, this image made Cleona's face take on a contemptuously angry expression. She couldn't help herself and spat on the illustration. — Hey! What the... — The prince grabbed his head with both hands. — Who treats books so barbarously! — I can't listen to this anymore. — Cleona also loved to ponder various philosophical and socio-political topics, often questioning her own birth and purpose, but she found her beloved's new hobby — namely, a passion for heroes of the past — tiresome, useless, and, to put it mildly, irritating. — Enough of these heroes of the past for me. Cleona climbed under the table and reached for the prince's trousers. A few minutes later, a knock sounded at the office door. — L-Leon! — That was the name of his adjutant. — I told... I... I asked not to be disturbed! There was no answer, and Albert calmed down, thinking he had simply left, but his relief was premature. The next moment, the door swung open, taking the lock off its hinges with it. Heinrich der Grosse entered, barely missing the top of the doorway with his head. — F-Father! — Albert was startled by the commander-in-chief's unexpected visit, and his heart filled with a mix of fear and embarrassment, afraid that he would see what was happening under the desk. — H-how can I be of s-service to you? — Do I need a reason to visit my beloved offspring? — Heinrich extended a long arm and ruffled his son's hair, first with affection, then painfully squeezing his skull. — Did you decide to ignore me? — Ow-ow-ow... Father, father! Have mercy, my head is about to burst! — The king released his son, and at that moment, Albert's second head under the desk burst as well. — Ah... Ah... Forgive me, father... I completely forgot... This was true. He really did have a meeting scheduled with his father, which he had forgotten, too engrossed in reading "Legends of the Heroes of Visteria." — I'd send you to dig fields or throw you in the brig for this, but fine... — Heinrich waved his hand. — Sofia, come in! Following His Majesty's order, a new face appeared in the office — a beautiful girl with noble features, the eyes of an experienced warrior, and a slender figure emphasized by a perfectly fitted uniform. She greeted the prince and bowed courteously to him. — Ah, Sofia... Ha-ha, it is an honor to see you again... — I am very glad to hear that... — The girl smiled nervously but sincerely. — Your Highness, is it just me, or has a blush appeared on your face? Could you be THAT glad to see me?.. — E-he-he... — The flustered Albert could find nothing to say, so the only thing he could do was laugh nervously. — Oh, forgive me, that must have been discourteous of me... — Sofia lowered her gaze to the floor. — Don't worry about it, — the king lightly embraced the girl, — you're almost like a daughter to me already; you two just need to get married. At the mention of the upcoming wedding, Sofia's face turned even redder. It was no secret to anyone that she, known in the army as a ruthless captain, harbored very tender feelings for the prince of Serberia, not so much because of his position, but because of his romantic, free-spirited, and dreamy nature. The very thing that made others laugh at him made her heart beat faster. By this time, Albert had managed to pull up his trousers, get up from behind the desk, and move away from it, after all, one doesn't greet a "bride" while sitting at a desk; so he felt he had avoided the worst, but unfortunately, for the completely clumsy and slow Cleona, sitting still in one position proved difficult, and she inadvertently kicked one of the desk's legs, drawing the attention of everyone present. The next moment, the king of Serberia, guided by some instinct rather than logic, walked up to the desk, grabbed it with one hand, and flipped it over. There, before the eyes of those gathered, stood Cleona Crim with a bare torso, with something translucent and white trickling down her lips. — Te-he-he, — a flustered Cleona flashed a V-sign at those present. — Damn it. — Albert pressed his palm to his forehead. — Oh! — Sofia covered her mouth with her hand and turned away in embarrassment. — Grrr. — A vein on the back of Heinrich's neck bulged with anger and seemed about to burst. — You two — get out. I need to talk to my son. Cleona grabbed her bra, which she hadn't been able to put on due to the limited space under the desk, and hastily left the office. Sofia followed her, still shocked by what she had seen. After this incident, Albert der Grosse was presented with an ultimatum — either accept all of his father's demands and live according to his orders from start to finish, or renounce the family name and leave Serberia forever. In the end, he decided that his freedom and love for Cleona were more important than the status and opportunities his royal birth afforded him. Albert changed his name and began wandering through Visteria with his beloved until one day, during a mercenary mission, they encountered Scipion and Claudius. They had no particular reason to cooperate with this pair, but the ex-prince was so intrigued by a walking skeleton that they traveled together longer than originally planned, and, as it turned out, not in vain — meeting Rogdan Kraffmeyer was fateful. Here was a man who shared his interests and was able to understand him! — The Golden Griffin? — Cleona did not like the name of the organization or its composition. — You know, a golden griffin can easily become a fried one. And the name itself is almost as stupid as your new name. |