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After listening to Lindernea's story, Myconia fell into deep thought. "The more I learn, the more I begin to appreciate my homeland, Airisufir. Military affairs are definitely not for me, and, to be honest, even ruining my hairstyle or breaking a nail is a major tragedy for me. I can't imagine spending five whole years in the army. As for politics, I'm not very interested in it, but nevertheless, I can't help but note that the lack of voting rights in a democratic system doesn't sound very appealing." The girl glanced at the notes in her notebook and decided that she had no comments on Isselia. "Hmm, may I ask you one last question," the question was addressed to everyone present, "what do you think about Airisufir?"

A broken nail or a ruined hairstyle, in Lindernea's opinion, who was personally familiar with the feeling of fear from having to risk her life every day, were the least of the problems. However, after spending time in Airisufir, such a reaction did not surprise her. Besides, the sorceress always suspected that for the inhabitants of many other countries, such customs of Moenia might seem like something wild. However, she also perfectly understood why her homeland did not abandon this practice. She could not object to the remark that the democratic system of her homeland required serious improvements. However, even in its current form, it looked much more attractive than the class system of Airisufir.
"Unfortunately, I arrived in the empire quite recently, and therefore I did not have the opportunity to fully familiarize myself with the local culture. I can note that the architecture of Clematis, with the exception of its southern part, is impressive in its grandeur and, as it seems to me, will not leave anyone indifferent who is not indifferent to the sense of beauty. And many passers-by dress much more elegantly than in my homeland. And sometimes you even come across people of dazzling beauty, like you."