Happy Life
- I've heard that the local lord isn't interested in relationships either, strange. He seems like such a respectable fellow, yet it turns out that way. Perhaps he sees it the same way I do? Ngl, if I were you, I wouldn't accept anything from there, or else a third hand might grow on your forehead... Forehead or forehead? In short, it'll grow there. And be more careful with knives, or else you might accidentally kill someone and have to spend 88 years locked up.
- Surely the Lord is focusing his efforts on more important projects. And it's correct - "forehead". But for instance, the Golden milord looks quite good, considering his age, and he's from there. I'm sure something useful can be found in Faredjia. As for "accidental murder" - many believe it's possible, but it's not. A person only seems like a pile of skin and meat that you poke, and all their essence instantly spills out, but to strike fatally, you need to know exactly where to hit, with what force, at what angle, with what weapon, where they might flinch, and so on and so forth - countless factors. Perhaps someday I'll teach you, if there's a need, - glancing at the end of the tournament grounds. - And now, both by etiquette and from the heart, it's expected to pay one's respects.
Chronologically - sometime before everyone went their separate ways:
Not wanting to be outdone, Deus decided to praise her knights for their fine display of martial prowess, presenting each with a small gift.
- Thank you, Your Grace. I will cherish it like the apple of my eye, and will certainly put it to its intended use, - kneeling, he accepts the gift. After a brief pause, he takes out an elegant case, inside which one could find a platinum ring with glyptics: on a lapis lazuli stone is carved an intaglio with a profile of Your Grace, framed by small faceted diamonds. - I just couldn't find the right moment to present it. Something as a token of my gratitude. I hope it will look worthy in your rich collection, - not for public display, but privately hands over the gift, on which he worked for months, something he would never admit to, and with a bow withdraws, to avoid embarrassment.
- Milord Orwald, - he extends his hand for a handshake to the Golden Tower. - Fighting both against you and alongside you today was a great pleasure. I thought I had no shortage of tricks, but one can always learn something new in the company of worthy people. Do visit again, if you have the chance.
- Milady, - a warm smile is given to Moon Shadow. - I have never seen such an unusual fighting style for me. You are like a natural antithesis to my brother Ambrose. I didn't expect us to work so well together; it was a pleasure to be under your inspiring command.
The Knight of Catharsis receives a low nod, with a gaze full of respect.
- Like everyone, I've heard much about the ingenuity and talent of Silverdale's citizens, but I never had the fortune to observe it firsthand. Frankly, I could never have devised such a well-thought-out strategy for such a tricky battle. From the bottom of my heart, I would like to be on the same side as you again someday.
- Milady Stefania Valentine. I will remember this name forever; you never cease to amaze. Emerging from a fierce battle with incredibly strong opponents with your head held high is an achievement that will remain in the annals, - a deep bow, fully deserved, goes to the victor. - May your magnificent weapon strike many more opponents without a single miss.
The knights of Hegemony, Gloomy Sky, and Serene Bliss also receive a handshake:
- Where I miscalculated, you stood firm to the end; I expected nothing less from you, friends. It's a pity that this time the opponents turned out to be more treacherous. But never mind, we still fought worthily of Their Grace. Rest assured - next time, no opponent will escape us.