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— Full of worries, my lord. To master the luminous table is already worthy of no small praise! — she said with a delicate smile, following the tattooed cultist Alsira with her gaze. — Not once or twice have my personal lines evaporated through the paper, fleeing to the corners of the sheet, as if the very pen were enchanted by the hand of some unknown moderator.
Having taken the letter, the moon maiden bowed briefly to the librarian:
— I express my gratitude for your trust, my lord. I shall most certainly deliver the message to my lady.
Having checked in the nearest mirror that her hairstyle had not suffered, the girl takes her leave and returns to her mistress.
Alsira finds her mistress in the company of Lord Berserius Secretgarden — the figure of the southern region's ruler towered over the olive queen, yet no negativity could be felt between them.
- ... Therefore rest assured that Albus will not leave Olivus in trouble.
- Thank you, Lord Berserius. But let us hope that the future will in no way justify such warnings, and that the flame of grief will pass our kingdom by.
- Is that not the Knight of the Moon Shadow? — The two lords notice Alsira's arrival. — Greetings, Lady Alsira. You wouldn't happen to be in search of a suitor, would you? — With a chuckle, he turned his gaze to the crowd of knights preparing for a brawl. — I think finding a worthy candidate, or several, would be well within my power.