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"Milord" Galaharadron nudges Katharsis in the side and whispers:
- She could be quite pretty 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, — Katharsis replied in a whisper, — and her words aren't without merit. Today's grand performance truly is a hybrid of training and a show. However, the chance to clash with other knights outside of such a celebration is rarely granted.
- 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 Majesty, Wrath, 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's time to consider 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'm curious not who will win, but who will get the bride.
— But I'm one of the participants. It might be that they're coming for me, — Katharsis chuckled lightly, — though the idea of such prizes is foreign to me. Some participants are married. Others may have no need 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 them"? Assuming, of course, that the service aspect was discussed in advance. It feels like she's simply being pawned off on someone, and the elegance contest is just a pretext for that. Unless I'm completely out of touch with life and the capital's customs.
- Wouldn't that be a bit too much honor and attention for an elven girl? It seems more like a bonus to me. It's a pity you don't know the Knight of Immortality; she's like a granddaughter to me. I think you'd see eye to eye and become friends.
— The title itself is intriguing. Perhaps someday there will be a chance to meet and talk. It's hard to predict what surprises the future holds for us. And if that moment comes, I will definitely remember your words. For now, if you wish, you can tell me more about her. I would genuinely be interested to hear it. If you see her as a granddaughter, you must be proud of her — not everyone gets to become a knight.