Knights of Tezoth

- The gusty wind of changing times leaves no room for faith in the well-being of tomorrow, but as long as your lips grant our ears the privilege of hearing acoustic colors, there is no end to hope, and so I beg you - do not fall silent and do not lose your true essence: in the darkest moments, only beauty such as yours will become salvation for weary souls.

The Knight of Sincerity finished the dance on an outstretched hand, deftly stopping in time with the music - at the very moment when the ominous melody came to an end and the duskwing priestess departed.

— Bitter as twilight does such a forecast seem to me, but so be it! If the horizon of storms is shrouded in the sorrow of inevitability, then we must raise the acceptance of everyday grace instead. Every radiant dawn is already a gift of prosperity in itself. And if I am destined to sweeten the universe with the modest offering of my personal nature through the granting of hope, my unseen fate-guide deems this a worthy duty. Thrice have you gifted me with the blessing of charm, my lord. I only hope my person managed to repay you somewhat with the gratitude of a dance.

Also pausing for a moment, as is proper while the last musical strings have not yet left the hall, after which a repeated elegant half-bow will follow.

Having briefly lost herself watching the mysterious priestess and the grim knight, Chonchonlia Quintea returns her attention to her interlocutor and hands her a bar of milk chocolate wrapped in beautiful packaging.

- Accept this gift from me, my lady. And don't worry, there's no poison in it - where has it ever been heard that chocolate was poisoned?

Well then, guys, the MC is OP.