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After making a victory lap around the old mill, the eagle landed near Reno and Ilva, who were heading towards the entrance.
—Good boy, smart bird! —Ilva carefully pulled the remains of a pecked-out eye from the bird's bloodied beak and stroked its feathered head. —You've helped us for the second time now; what would we do without you!
Putting away his sword, which he hadn't needed, Renold also nodded approvingly.
While Veserod was interrogating the prisoner, they stood a little further away, keeping a close eye on them. When the inquisitor mentioned Anders's demonic "connections," Ren frowned noticeably; Ilva also became worried. It was clear what this was leading to and what the next conversation would be about.
—We can't hand them over to the Countess. —the young man finally said, folding his arms across his chest.
—What do you mean, Ren? —his sister asked worriedly, clutching his sleeve. —You don't think that...
—Just look at them. —he nodded towards the fanatics. —They'll only talk about Anders now.
—But who would believe them! And what does the Countess care!
—First, the risk still remains; do you want to lose any more of our brothers and sisters? —Ren spoke in a way that all the remaining comrades (but not the prisoners) could hear him if they wanted to. —Second, why give the local authorities leverage against us? Not now, but it will definitely come out later, mark my words. Third, what if one of "them" manages to escape? And Gungnir or someone in Baldur finds out? Or, conversely, in the capital? We'll ruin our reputation with the church, become dependent on the aristocrats, get under the king's thumb, and have problems at home. And all for what?
—But we can't become executioners! —Ilva pleaded.
—I think your friend Erika would agree with me. —Ren said with a grim smile.
—The order was to detain them, if possible... And have you thought about Gul, Kal, Anselm? What will they say?
—We'll say we put up a fight, but it turned out to be impossible to take them alive. —the young man shrugged. —As for the rest... we've lost one of them, and the others have already agreed to make contact with demons. There's no turning back.
The girl didn't know what to say and turned away, a mixture of anger and resentment on her face.
—If it's against your code, I'll take the blame myself; it's not the first time. —Renold finished dryly.
After making a victory lap around the old mill, the eagle landed near Reno and Ilva, who were heading towards the entrance.
—Good boy, smart bird! —Ilva carefully pulled the remains of a pecked-out eye from the bird's bloodied beak and stroked its feathered head. —You've helped us for the second time now; what would we do without you!
Putting away his sword, which he hadn't needed, Renold also nodded approvingly.
While Veserod was interrogating the prisoner, they stood a little further away, keeping a close eye on them. When the inquisitor mentioned Anders's demonic "connections," Ren frowned noticeably; Ilva also became worried. It was clear what this was leading to and what the next conversation would be about.
—We can't hand them over to the Countess. —the young man finally said, folding his arms across his chest.
—What do you mean, Ren? —his sister asked worriedly, clutching his sleeve. —You don't think that...
—Just look at them. —he nodded towards the fanatics. —They'll only talk about Anders now.
—But who would believe them! And what does the Countess care!
—First, the risk still remains; do you want to lose any more of our brothers and sisters? —Ren spoke in a way that all the remaining comrades (but not the prisoners) could hear him if they wanted to. —Second, why give the local authorities leverage against us? Not now, but it will definitely come out later, mark my words. Third, what if one of "them" manages to escape? And Gungnir or someone in Baldur finds out? Or, conversely, in the capital? We'll ruin our reputation with the church, become dependent on the aristocrats, get under the king's thumb, and have problems at home. And all for what?
—But we can't become executioners! —Ilva pleaded.
—I think your friend Erika would agree with me. —Ren said with a grim smile.
—The order was to detain them, if possible... And have you thought about Gul, Kal, Anselm? What will they say?
—We'll say we put up a fight, but it turned out to be impossible to take them alive. —the young man shrugged. —As for the rest... we've lost one of them, and the others have already agreed to make contact with demons. There's no turning back.
The girl didn't know what to say and turned away, a mixture of anger and resentment on her face.
—If it's against your code, I'll take the blame myself; it's not the first time. —Renold finished dryly.
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