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- Now that's the right attitude, - Lester nods approvingly. - So, one of them is a practitioner and the other an aesthete - but who actually shoots better in practice? And tell me something more about them, and about the others too, I've taken an interest. One always wants to learn something extra about respected colleagues. At least what is common knowledge in Revanland.
- ... Well, this is what I heard about my lord Wulfstan - he seems to be one of the few who dared to descend into this very Ikazkan of yours in the past year and return from there alive. No one in their right mind would go there of their own accord, but apparently even the dark dungeon is not as terrifying as the wrath of the Mistress. And you, sir, would you want to descend there? They say demons live there.
- Would I want to? Not in a million years! But you know, if I found myself there, perhaps I would defeat all the demons. You see, what sets us apart from them is the possession of a soul, which they can never truly comprehend. And it is precisely that soul that gives us the chance to claim the power they would love to devour, while preserving our own nature in the process. But we are not so simple either: our soul is a resource we must not squander carelessly. And certainly not use it to feed those creatures. Filthy, aggressive... - Vargas's hand tightened around his dagger, his eyes locking onto the apprentice's. - You fight demons every day - mental ones. When you try to get out of bed, when you head to training, when you simply do your sit-ups against your own reluctance. These are entities that strive to harden themselves within your mind, but once you cast them off - you feel true freedom. They poison your mind, and that is their strength. Strip them of it, and you're on top.
He reflected for a while on memories from another world. - But give in to a momentary temptation - and you're a dead man, and dead men tell no tales. I intend to hear your story in all its glory: with both its failures and its successes. And I believe you intend to hear mine as well. It's entirely possible that your Lady has been possessed by a demon, and we would need an exorcism - his gaze lingers. - And who but us could provide it? But for that, we need to work. I am very glad that my lord of the Scorching Ordeal has managed to grasp the nature of our life. That means we shall have to try to bring him back to the righteous path. He is no longer in hell; apart from serving your Lady, there are other facets of life he is missing out on - we just need to remind him of them. It may not work, but it's worth a try. I do my best not to give up in front of others.
Happy Life
