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- Hmm, hmm... - Watching others' duels, the Knight of Swift Arrow found himself standing next to the Knight of Onslaught. - You know, for some reason I have a feeling that I'm not welcome here. Strange, I never considered myself suspicious, but I can't shake this feeling.
- Is that so... - Edal Mraksvet tensed up internally, not understanding why one of the tournament participants would want to talk to such an unremarkable knight as himself. Maybe some kind of "prank" is being prepared? - 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 hard to keep your excitement in check.
- A-ha-ha... - "Damn damn damn... What is a cool knight supposed to say in situations like this? Say something vulgar to emphasize his (nonexistent) experience with the fairer sex, or on the contrary take offense at such a remark? - ... Could my lord tell me who arouses him the most? - "F***ing hell, what am I asking (may my ancestors forgive me for the profanity)... Curse my tongue."
- It's not an easy 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-uh, me?
- Yep.
- Well... Uh... - The Knight of Onslaught's eyes began to dart nervously over the gathered 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 would dare to pick 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 Onslaught.
Feels like absolutely all the women in this gathering have done Stefania dirty.
