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Damn, you're rich, even I can't afford vegetables and fruits regularly, let alone cheese. You could support anyone you want there.
It's not that I'm rich, it's that Slavic bastardry is poor. Support anyone, of course, I cannot. In any case, we'll have to take benefits for our five children with the alt and housing from the local authorities. Aren't you supposed to be a millionaire, or what?
Revan
Seizing the moment, the priestess fixes her hairstyle.
- Thank you, my lord.
Axel takes out a clean handkerchief and wraps the mirror in it. After that, he places the item on the table before the queen (we are sitting at the table, right?). He himself approaches Mariarnelia and, leaning to her ear, whispers: "Your Majesty, as your knight, I advise you to give the item to people versed in magical items for examination."
Deus decides to heed the knight's advice, thanks the priestess, and sends her away.
Revaniel departs, pausing as she leaves to cast her smiling gaze upon the knights of Dawn Steel, Catharsis, Moon Shadow, and Silent Horror.