Knights of Tezoth

In response, the lady-in-waiting approvingly clenches and lightly shakes her little fist, as if to say "go for it!".

Alsira allows her head an unforgivable moment of rest, and for an extra fraction of a micronanosecond closes her eyelids, thinking how wonderful it would probably be to lie like that on the lap of a dear grandmother or a beloved mother, but such fortune must still be earned in life, and she must have seriously wronged the universe in the previous cycle.

Then she smoothly moves from her knees to the couch, from the couch steps onto the floor, from there to the familiar little mirror to tidy her appearance, and only then to the lord of the library.

Alsira catches the librarian at the end of a conversation with a knight of milk chocolate, who expressed regret that he had not taken part in the contest of elegance.

- I am a foreigner and my manners may differ from those customary in these halls, and therefore I wished to protect the reputation of Her Magnificence from possible tarnishing.