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- Hmm, hmm... - Watching the others' duels, the Knight of the Swift Arrow found himself standing next to the Knight of the Advance. - You know, I have this feeling that I'm not exactly welcome here. Strange, I've never considered myself overly sensitive, but I can't seem to shake this feeling.
- Is that so... - Edal Mraxvet internally tensed up, not understanding why one of the tournament participants would want to talk to such an unremarkable knight as himself. Maybe it's some kind of "prank" being set up? - Perhaps the grandeur of today's event is interfering with the accuracy of your perception, my lord?
- Ha-ha, maybe so! Or maybe it's a game of hormones — with so many beautiful ladies around, it's not easy to keep one's excitement in check.
- A-ha-ha... - "Damn, damn, damn... What should a cool knight say in a situation like this? Say something vulgar to emphasize his (nonexistent) experience with the fair sex, or on the contrary, take offense at such a remark? - ... Can my lord say who arousеs him the most? - "Dammit what am I asking (may my ancestors forgive me for the profanity)... Curse my tongue."
- It's a tough choice, but probably the pair from Olivus. They seem as soft and juicy as a peach.
- ... An interesting comparison.
- And who do you fancy more than the others?
- Uh, me?
- Yep.
- Well... Uh... - The Knight of the Advance's eyes began nervously darting around the assembled crowd in search of an answer, he closed his eyelids and simply pointed his finger at a random target. - Her!
- O-oh... What an unexpected choice! Your soul is full of courage, friend! Not everyone dares to choose the Mantis!
- Huh? What... N-no... I mean... I didn't... It's...
- Ahaha, you're something else! Respect!
- ...
This was yet another of the many stories of misunderstanding in the life of the Knight of the Advance.