Граф Орлов
- In our kingdom there is only one priestess - the very one who brought this mysterious mirror as a gift, but no hierarchy between her and other followers has been documented so far.
— So, it is decided. It is not fitting for a knight to fear earthly storms or otherworldly secrets. I will confidently plunge into the dark pool, on the bottom of existence, where the boundary between worlds is thin, I shall find the gold of new revelations and undoubtedly bring them back. But perhaps the power of persuasion of the nameless poet-acolyte will not be able to stir the mind... I will no longer take up your moments, pleasant as our conversation has been, so I take my leave — Bugurt is already calling to stain the arena with blood for the glory and joy of our all-glorious lady.
Ambrose barely has time to take his leave, and the evil genie is already whispering.
"Read, read. I knew one who also read about all sorts of things. The poor fellow lost his mind... But is the price too great for a power capable of blowing up a city, mm?"
"Then tell me this story, spirit!"
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e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers