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Seeing the commander, the brothers greeted her and the mustachioed comrade.

-- Ahem, -- he noticed Scipio and some other mercenary, and that they had noticed him. -- You talk and talk, everything is fine. Training.

— I don't remember horses being able to talk. — Chrysanthia glanced around the room and, satisfied that everything was in order, ordered Mirastir to head somewhere else.
— What was that just now? — the healer asked Scipio...

Feeling a certain understanding from his interlocutor, he also told about the reasons why he stopped honoring some of the traditions of the tribe and preferred to spend time and energy primarily on improving his body and spirit, for which he was not in favor with his fellow tribesmen. All this, of course, was not in the form of a complaint; Shen's voice and emotions were quite calm. And when he spoke about his father or grandmother, the corners of his lips revealed a slight smile, and his eyes showed a longing for the home that the warrior had left not as an exile, but as a traveler, always having the right to return.

Julius listened carefully to Shen's story and, before answering, gave himself some time to think about what he had heard.
— I understand why being at home might have been uncomfortable for you, because misunderstanding from those around you can greatly depress the human spirit, especially if these are people you know well, and therefore you made the right decision when you went on a journey to see the world. However... Shen, your understanding of Arteria is wrong. The goddess is not all-powerful and does not decide who lives and who dies. All she can do is point us in the right direction, and it is up to our efforts to determine whether our future will be bright or not. Our faith is here, — Julius put his hand on his heart, — if you are strong in spirit, do not let the fanaticism of others influence you.
The conversation between the two Nakiri was interrupted by the unexpected appearance of Chrysanthia and Mirastir.