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— As long as you keep your powder dry, we'll see what happens: you never know where an opportunity to make useful connections will arise.
The guests continued to pay their respects to His Majesty the King, and soon it was the turn of a noble couple from Serberia. The man was dressed in clothing black as his hair with gold elements; he walked slowly, leaning with one hand on his wife's shoulder while supporting himself with a cane in the other. Some of those present watched this scene with regret, while others with slight contempt or mockery.
— Rutger Riveldstein, one of Virgil's old friends, — Gungnir explained to his ward, — once swallowed some gastric juice from a southern monster; he's lived like that ever since. He ought to be moving around in a wheelchair, but due to stubbornness and pride, he continues to crawl on his own two feet. — Although the baron had phrased his thoughts somewhat crudely, it was evident that he regarded the man with respect. — And this is his wife, Hecate Riveldstein, daughter of Duke Arnulf von Illia.
— Ho, Countess Riveldstein, I must say that seeing you is a true joy for my aging eyes.
— Thank you, Your Majesty.
— However, it makes me somewhat sad to realize that your beauty is wasted on someone devoid of vitality and prospects for a happy future...
— With all due respect, Your Majesty, even if you were Arteria herself, I would not allow you to insult my husband. — Although her speech was calm, flashes of fiery rage flickered in the Serberian aristocrat's eyes. — I demand that you take those words back immediately.
The liveliness that a moment ago filled the hall of the Bors family Castle abruptly died down, and all the guests fell silent, awaiting the further development of this unexpected incident.
The guests continued to pay their respects to His Majesty the King, and soon it was the turn of a noble couple from Serberia. The man was dressed in clothing black as his hair with gold elements; he walked slowly, leaning with one hand on his wife's shoulder while supporting himself with a cane in the other. Some of those present watched this scene with regret, while others with slight contempt or mockery.
— Rutger Riveldstein, one of Virgil's old friends, — Gungnir explained to his ward, — once swallowed some gastric juice from a southern monster; he's lived like that ever since. He ought to be moving around in a wheelchair, but due to stubbornness and pride, he continues to crawl on his own two feet. — Although the baron had phrased his thoughts somewhat crudely, it was evident that he regarded the man with respect. — And this is his wife, Hecate Riveldstein, daughter of Duke Arnulf von Illia.
— Ho, Countess Riveldstein, I must say that seeing you is a true joy for my aging eyes.
— Thank you, Your Majesty.
— However, it makes me somewhat sad to realize that your beauty is wasted on someone devoid of vitality and prospects for a happy future...
— With all due respect, Your Majesty, even if you were Arteria herself, I would not allow you to insult my husband. — Although her speech was calm, flashes of fiery rage flickered in the Serberian aristocrat's eyes. — I demand that you take those words back immediately.
The liveliness that a moment ago filled the hall of the Bors family Castle abruptly died down, and all the guests fell silent, awaiting the further development of this unexpected incident.