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"Milord" Galahadron nudges Catharsis in the ribs and whispers:
- She could be quite cute if she weren't such a notoriously infamous scoundrel.
— It's hard to deny the fact of her beauty — it's no wonder she's considered one of the most beautiful women in Tezoth, — Catharsis replied in a whisper, — and the words aren't without merit. Today's grand performance is indeed a hybrid of training and a show. However, the chance to clash with other knights outside such a celebration rarely presents itself.
- That was fun, and that's coming from a fighter at the bottom of the ladder, so it's true. We've got quite a bouquet here today. - Coin's gaze stops in turn on Deus, Carnea, and Maria-Tenerezza. - Blood of Greatness, Malice, and Mystery. Different, yet similar in some ways, don't you think?
— Undoubtedly. They are all gifted women vested with power, and in their veins flows blood that originates from the Iron Heart. It makes one wonder what titles such outstanding descendants will secure in the annals of history.
- Time will tell. Oh, look. They're starting to gather for the beauty contest, I wonder not who will win but who will get the bride.
— Well, I'm one of the participants. It might be that they're coming for me, — Catharsis chuckled lightly, — though the idea of such prizes is foreign to me. Some participants are married. Others may have no use for brides due to romantic inclinations, duty to their lineage, or, most simply, a lack of interest. It turns out strange and mysterious, don't you think? I mean, who would agree to the terms "you either marry the winner or serve him"? Assuming, of course, that the matter of service was discussed in advance. It gives the impression that she's simply being pawned off on someone, and the elegance contest is just a pretext for that. Unless, of course, I'm completely out of touch with life and the capital's customs.
Ple-Sen
