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There was no one in Sordgard who did not hold Afortek Transend in the deepest respect. He was a ruler whose help and counsel even the most insignificant person could seek. A strict but caring grandfather, serving as a shield for the entire kingdom — the subjects of Sordgard were proud of their lord. A man of iron will and unyielding principles, he was not consumed by personal ambition and strictly followed the demands of his duty to the residents of both his own region and their shared country. Adata Transend was no exception and held great love for her father. She received the news of his death with the fortitude characteristic of the northerners, but as the following days passed, the wound formed in her heart not only failed to heal but only grew larger. Every day her mind was assailed by happy memories of the past, which made her want to curl up in a corner and never come into the light, but the question of succession had to be resolved soon — the region could not remain without a lord any longer, and so she had to take part in all those events devoid of dignity. The realization that the three of them had shamed an impeccable reputation was also eating away at her from within. And yet, she could not allow anyone else to inherit her father's cause, and so Rezara's words became the final push for her. "It seems we will have to meet the returned Deus." Yes, indeed, it would be better to meet him before the other two do.
It was believed that the life of Renavan the Pious had ended twenty-four years ago in the embrace of his beloved and the river's current. He was the father of Koimaji, the grandfather of Mariarnelia. If one were to assume that the information about his death was exaggerated, distorted, or initially unreliable, then there was nothing surprising in beholding his monarchical visage here and now.
- Your Piety, - Adata limited herself to a respectful curtsy, refraining from kneeling, - I will get straight to the heart of the problem troubling all my countrymen.
- Countrymen? Why does the daughter of noble Afortek dissemble before the face of truth, donning the garments of false modesty?
- My subjects.
- It is pleasing to my ear that your ambitions are not destined for the graveyard of regrets.
- Thank you.
- Then tell me, appointed lady of northern Tezoth, what serves as the source of your heart's unrest?
Glancing at Rezara, Adata recalls the questions they decided to ask Deus on the way here.
You can simply write what you think needs to be learned, or forget about it and attack him yourself with questions or a sword.