⚔️Serberia

— I have the impression that you do not desire a peaceful resolution to the current situation and, for some unknown reason, are inciting both groups to conflict... Of course, I would be very happy if my suspicions were wrong.

Alessia, who had almost decided to remain silent – the hunchbacked stranger had already said too much – but these slippery words changed her intentions. You wretched little scoundrel, did that blue-haired woman do something to you that made you think so highly of yourself? A familiar feeling, now directed more towards Tyros than towards the woman, grew in Alessia's soul. But now she was in a position of strength. Behind the arrogant words of the count's adopted son, there was a sense of insecurity... and this further fueled the Sorceress's rage. He is cornered, he was caught off guard, he is a trapped, frightened beast – and a deep, long-dormant instinct now urgently demanded that Alessia spill blood. She felt that, although her meeting with Gonzo and her nights in the forest had weakened and damaged her body, she had become stronger in recent days. Isn't this the perfect moment to test this in practice, when the very air in the mine is trembling with tension in anticipation of the coming dance of death? Just a couple more phrases – and there will be an explosion. But should it be her, Alessia, who says them? She looked at her companions. Even now, standing behind her, she could see their hands clenched on the hilts of their swords, their legs slightly bent at the knees, preparing their bodies for an attack, their tired, embittered faces, marked by the misfortunes they had experienced in the mines, fixed on the group of inquisitors. This silent approval was enough. — I am not one of your adoptive father's people, boy. I wasn't even born a citizen of Serberia. And I am not a saint, just like you, and you, blue-haired one. However, I have always had enough principles not to bite the hand that feeds me... And the only thing I don't want is for the people around me to make a mistake. People like me, flawed in body, sometimes know and see a lot. Right now, I see your fear, little traitor. And your lies. You've done wrong, boy, you've been caught, you've said what you shouldn't have. But you may still have a second chance. The only question is, are you ready to answer for your actions?