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Not so long ago, Gulveig stood on the square with a blank stare, listening to the countess's order to execute the inquisitors, and silently praying for the repose of their souls. And why was she so sure that the local ruler was more merciful and would prefer imprisonment for the offenders? Was it because she seemed like a good person after the incident in the Bors Palace? Was it because her husband was a friend of the teacher? Was it because the girl intuitively felt that pardoning the inquisitors was a good opportunity to improve the fragile relations between Serberia and Reginleif almost out of nowhere (although, considering all the circumstances and the death of their fourth comrade, this might not be true)?
Of course, it was clear that there was no peace in the world, and this was evident even in the conflicts between the Artherians themselves. But even the Valkyries, after arguing and brandishing their weapons at each other, eventually gave up and yielded to the stronger side, without resorting to murder. Here, however, neither the inquisitors nor Gulveig's homeland, which had fought against them, including Vegi herself, were willing to show even a drop of mercy.
And then, just when it seemed that the chapter was closed, they were in for another surprise. Contrary to all expectations of their group, the spiders had a prisoner who had survived mummification, and this was now clear from the trickle of warm, fresh blood flowing from the charred body. It was clear that, thanks to some Goddess, he had lived longer than he should have, but now... now it was all over.
Gulveig was not interested in the strange altar at the end of the cave; she could only look at the corpse, barely suppressing the rising nausea.
"Undoubtedly, this man was a criminal. And undoubtedly, he would have died soon anyway, and in that sense, a shameful death by hanging in the square is worse than a quick death from the intense heat of our new comrade... But Mother, how wrong it all is! Deeply wrong, wrong from the very beginning! There is no true piety left in the world, none at all. And I, alas, am part of all this.
The only thing I can do is try to guide things in a more righteous direction next time, preserving at least a drop of piety within myself. The worse the world becomes, the better, more righteous, and stronger I must be. By passing on my way of thinking to those close to me, I will already make at least the most important part of my world better.
Moreover, I myself am the keeper of the way of thinking of one important person, who has now left us for unknown lands. For his sake, I will persevere."
She prays for the inquisitor.
Of course, it was clear that there was no peace in the world, and this was evident even in the conflicts between the Artherians themselves. But even the Valkyries, after arguing and brandishing their weapons at each other, eventually gave up and yielded to the stronger side, without resorting to murder. Here, however, neither the inquisitors nor Gulveig's homeland, which had fought against them, including Vegi herself, were willing to show even a drop of mercy.
And then, just when it seemed that the chapter was closed, they were in for another surprise. Contrary to all expectations of their group, the spiders had a prisoner who had survived mummification, and this was now clear from the trickle of warm, fresh blood flowing from the charred body. It was clear that, thanks to some Goddess, he had lived longer than he should have, but now... now it was all over.
Gulveig was not interested in the strange altar at the end of the cave; she could only look at the corpse, barely suppressing the rising nausea.
"Undoubtedly, this man was a criminal. And undoubtedly, he would have died soon anyway, and in that sense, a shameful death by hanging in the square is worse than a quick death from the intense heat of our new comrade... But Mother, how wrong it all is! Deeply wrong, wrong from the very beginning! There is no true piety left in the world, none at all. And I, alas, am part of all this.
The only thing I can do is try to guide things in a more righteous direction next time, preserving at least a drop of piety within myself. The worse the world becomes, the better, more righteous, and stronger I must be. By passing on my way of thinking to those close to me, I will already make at least the most important part of my world better.
Moreover, I myself am the keeper of the way of thinking of one important person, who has now left us for unknown lands. For his sake, I will persevere."
She prays for the inquisitor.