Happy Life
"I expected nothing less from you, my lord." — The foreigner's skilled fingers clasp Lester's palm and give it a firm shake. "I am once again convinced that beneath Her Magnificence's heel are gathered the worthiest of the worthy."
"Worried about His Wickedness being misunderstood as well? Leave it. Those who know — know," — Lester made a sign from eyes to eyes. "I hope my contribution can somehow turn the tide. All in all, what a fine life and story we had! There's always something to write about!"
"Greetings! Unfortunately, your alliance seems too melancholic to me, so I must decline, forgive me."
"How so?" — chuckled Vargas, approaching his colleague. "Don't mind Lord von Himmel's delivery, he tirelessly fulfills his duty and is always dead serious. But look at these knights..." — he points at the Albus members. "They're ready to sweep everything clean to the core, disregarding all conventions of the buhurt. I, of course, praise my colleagues for this unique plan — it's effective, well thought out, and will bring much. But will it be interesting for the public, Her Grace, or even for you and me? That's an open question," — he shrugs, then snaps his fingers and winks. "If you change your mind — we're always glad to have you, just let us know."