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Nirianna (Nira) Melvans
Date of birth: 14.10.3979
Place of birth: Utaha
Medical card: 166-Ж/III-II
Inventory:
—Money;
—Summer dress and winter outfit from the latest season;
—"Utaha's Delights" candy assortment;
—Magazine featuring the latest line of fashion clothing made of furfur;
—Pururut earrings;
—Cosmetic bag;
—Three new handbags, a wardrobe of clothes and shoes for every season, a jewelry box, a butler
The doors of the Melvans family's new home, neighboring other graceful residences in Utaha's wealthy quarter, were now hospitably flung open, and dozens of bustling porters were hurriedly hauling numerous belongings toward the main entrance. The planned January move was reaching its logical conclusion, and the rightful owners of the estate had only to enjoy their comfortable abode.
Tripping on the wide marble staircase, a lad in rumpled uniform dropped a beautifully decorated vase. With a dull crack, the piece shattered into three large shards.
—What have you done, you absolute idiot?! —a blonde middle-aged woman immediately appeared from the upper-level chambers. Her voluminous hair was gathered in a whimsical pile according to the latest word in current fashion, and one could harvest enough pururut and furfur for an entire laboratory from her luxurious clothing and expensive jewelry.
—I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Melvans, it was an a-accident... —the pale youth stammered fearfully, rushing to gather the scattered pieces of the vase as if he intended to mold them back together by sheer force of will.
—Do you even know how much it costs, you dunce? —the lady continued to scold him angrily. —Well, you'll be paying me for this for the rest of your life. What are you mumbling over there, clean this all up and call your boss, you m**en!
The noise of the loud altercation echoed through the halls cluttered with mountains of brought-in things. Losing her temper, Mrs. Melvans often forgot her fancy Utahan accent and switched to her native village swearing.
Sighing heavily, Nira turned another page of a colorful little magazine from the last "Utaha 3995" beauty pageant. On one hand, she found it amusing to watch the humiliated look of the workers scared half to death. On the other, in many cases, her mother clearly went too far, even stooping to the level of simple servants, which she herself had been some seventeen winters ago. For this reason, Nira herself could have fought a cobbler in a verbal duel before she learned the letters of the alphabet; however, in recent years, she had worked carefully and meticulously on herself to completely eradicate her mother's dirty dialect even from her thoughts.
—As they say: "what's all the noise about, yet no fight"? —Mr. Melvans, in the flesh, lumbered out of his study. —Dear, you yourself were going to throw away that ugly vase last week because it doesn't match the wallpaper, the carpets, or Risha knows what else! —laughing bassly, he slapped the embarrassed servant on the back with his fat paw. —Don't worry about trifles, better hurry with the unloading; as they say: "time for work, an hour for play."
—T-thank you, Mr. Melvans. —the boy muttered quietly, after which he rushed headlong toward the exit.
—You think it's all a joke, everything is just laughs and giggles? —the enraged woman continued. —If we let everything slide for everyone, we might go completely bankrupt.
—Drop it, Tora. —the fat man brushed her off. —As they say, "make money—live without need." Oh, that doesn't seem to apply to this case... —extracting a small volume labeled "Proverbs of Refiteia" from his breast pocket, he began to flip through the pages with a thoughtful look.
Unlike her mother, Nira's father was fond of a thousand random things, and his boundless positive energy had not faded at all over the years. Mr. Melvans grew angry very rarely, but never allowed himself to even raise his voice, preferring instead to deal with troubles within the framework of the law and the many connections he had acquired over years of work. This man could easily go to an event new to him and return as a close acquaintance of all its participants. The father's lineage belonged to the indigenous inhabitants of Utaha for many generations, and the dawn of prosperity began with Nira's grandfather, who in his twilight years bought several old buildings in the city center. Subsequently, the father continued the parental business, investing money in real estate in various corners of the fashion capital. A rapidly growing population, mountains of tourists, and other guests of the kingdom allowed for good earnings from rent and resale, and currently, the construction of the first Melvans family hotel was planned.
—...be that as it may, Mikhail already gave us twenty percent off out of old friendship, so an old vase from some eastern village isn't worth offending his nephew over. —Mr. Melvans continued, businesslikely stroking his lush mustache.
—Ugh, so relationships with some Refiteian are more important to you than your own wife. —Tora snorted resentfully.
—Now don't talk nonsense, dear. —approaching his spouse, Nira's father ran his hand behind her ear, after which three tickets appeared in his palm. —Ta-da! A magician friend taught me yesterday. Isn't it great?
—Not really. —Mrs. Melvans pursed her lips. —And where are the tickets to?..
—Guess!
—Now I have to solve your stupid riddles too. In any case, if it's not for the evening concert, you can go there with your Mikhail.
—...And if it is for it? —the father smiled broadly.
—I don't believe it, everything for that has been sold out long ago. —sparks of interest flashed in the mother's eyes.
—As they say: "where there's a will, there's a way." A good acquaintance of the whole family fell ill with poisoning—they say they bought some exotic fruits at the city market—so he gave me the invitations. Well then, still interested?
—Oh, Roviosha, that's why I love you after all! —the noticeably thawed woman kissed her husband, snatching the expensive tickets with a firm grip. —Daughter, get ready, we're going to the concert!
That same evening, the family in full composition returned home along a brightly lit quiet alley. The noisy city was already falling into a nightly slumber, but there were still enough people hurrying home on the streets. Nira was already anticipating the envious looks of her friends, who dreamed so much of attending today's performance, when echoes of a familiar unpleasant topic reached her:
—...said last week, well you know with whom, apparently the decision is already final, and General Mandragora will administer the exam.
—Pa, what exam? —Nira interrupted the parental conversation.
—Now, daughter, don't worry. —Roviol Melvans answered. —General Duncan and I didn't cross paths for obvious reasons, but I've heard that although he is a strict man, he is worthy; he won't let students be bullied.
—But he'll stump me with military questions! —the girl whined capriciously. —And if I don't pass, what a disgrace it will be.
—Now don't set yourself up for failure right away. —the fat man winked cheerfully. —After all, it's not some military academy where they'll scatter you with friendly duels. It's a prestigious academy under the royal granddaughter, so answer honestly and from the heart, and everything will fall into place.
—But pa, maybe it's better next year, huh? —Nira pleaded theatrically. —Their uniforms aren't even that great right now, everyone's cut from the same cloth, and from an old collection. And I still have three new outfits unworn...
—Take them with you on weekends or holidays. —the father brushed her off indifferently.
—...And some stupid medical checkup, just like in the army.
—Well, that's good, maybe you have some ailment, especially since as you can see, the heredity isn't great. —at these words, the man patted his belly.
—And I also read in a magazine that they hired whoever they wanted for teachers. A crazy general, a fortune teller, a warrior, a sadist, a migrant, an athlete, a cat lady...
—That makes it even more fun! Do you know how dreary it was in our Utahan town in my day? I would trade half my life for such a lineup!
—And they're planning to accept all sorts of newcomers. —Nira played her last trump card. —Can you imagine what those dirty migrants will do to young and weak girls?
—Oh, don't talk nonsense, daughter. —Mr. Melvans chuckled. —Lived your whole life in Utaha, and suddenly you're afraid of arrivals. The selection for the royal academy is such that they'll send the best of the best to show the nation in a good light.
—Papa is right, my dear. —Mrs. Melvans supported her husband. —And if you meet some foreign prince there, you know what to do. —with these words, she pointedly thrust out her impressive bust.
—Now Tora, don't teach the child nonsense. —Roviol burst out laughing. —Be that as it may, we've discussed this a hundred times, the matter is settled. I think you'll have a great time there, find a hobby to your liking, and find friends.
—I already have friends in Utaha. —Nira puffed up resentfully. —And plenty of activities too. We just moved, why should I drag myself like a fool to some asylum? Does nobody care about my opinion at all?
—Yeah, right, like we don't care here. —Mr. Melvans sighed. —We've discussed the reasons too, about opportunities, connections, experience, after all. At your age, I would have smashed myself against a wall for such a chance.
—Well, then you go there yourself, since you want it so much.
—I would have gone long ago, but alas, the years didn't align, and there's no time left. And someone has to feed certain cheeky young ladies. —he noted snidely, after which he continued in a serious tone: —You, daughter, think you live in complete luxury as long as you have everything and everyone caters to your whims. But this whole household needs looking after, whether you're a king or an ordinary farmer. And if your heirs have no heads, they'll lose and ruin everything. Suppose my heart stops tomorrow, what will you do then, go to the "red lanterns"?
Nira wanted to object, but couldn't find an answer.
—I try to give you every opportunity you wish for, but I also wish to see you as a ready successor to my affairs. Take an example from the royal granddaughter, a person of exceptional qualities. And you have all the traits to follow similar footsteps. But if you refuse, then so be it, we'll have to make another heir. —at these words, he winked playfully at his wife.
—Oh, absolutely not! —Nira's mother hastily shook her head. —Ruined figure, dangerous childbirth, eternal screaming in the house and other filth—one forced time was quite enough for me.
Leaning toward her daughter, the lady pinched her cheeks: —Come now, my dear, daddy is right. In the worst case, if someone seriously offends you, there will be a scandal, and the royals will throw a mountain of money at us to hush up the incident, and you'll come back home. And in the best case, you'll follow in my footsteps and snag yourself some worthy "trophy." —she added in a semi-whisper.
Realizing that further resistance was useless, Nira snorted resentfully, freeing herself from her mother's grip.
—Fine... Pa, I'll need money then, for this and that, well, for textbooks and such...
—Now, that's a different conversation! As they say: "truth is born in dispute." —an inspired Mr. Melvans reached for his wallet.
Exam
"I hope they hire scribes there to record written answers, or organize the exam in oral form. There is nothing more useless and tiring than ruining your hands by running ink across paper for five hours straight."
1. answer a) Thanks to the demons of course 😢, but squabbles between local gangs are not the concern of a simple traveler like me. If there are diplomatic options on my side, I will use them to ensure my safety and escort through dangerous lands. 😎
2.
Victims: 💀
Ash killed by Ailis;
Em killed by Rulka;
Er killed by someone with a sword, what is a guillotine???
Nicholas wounded by Hook, finished off by Rulka;
Crime Scene: 💒
Participants in the fight: Naoel, Ailis, Hook, Rulka, possibly Panc/Themis.
Testimony: 🤨
—The interrogation was conducted absolutely unprofessionally; even trendy interviews ask more important questions;
—Unclear story regarding the mistress of the house and the original party composition;
—No chain of movements of the party until arrival in the city is traceable, but judging by the interrogation of Naoel and Rusha, they somehow gathered together from different cities and regions (via a newspaper ad or something???);
—Reasons for the attack on the guards are unclear;
—The silent ones should have been cracked, including by harsher methods; 🔪
—I don't believe Voynoluba's excuse, given other testimonies: the lady is clearly trying to pass herself off as a fool, which Panc helps her with;
—Murky story with Nicholas and Tavell Cori;
Assumptions: 🤔
—Original gang composition: Ailis, Voynoluba, Hook, Rulka, possibly Rusha or Themis. Other accomplices joined later.
—City quests are merely a cover for the gang's true activity. I think they were connected with organized crime of a local city cell. Like in pulp detectives, basically. Possibly robbery and selling looted gear, which is why they needed Rusha.
—Judging by the speed of detention, the culprits had no time to agree among themselves on a single version of events, leading to the conclusion that Nicholas was also among the criminals, or part of a hostile gang.
—The ambiguous reaction of the guards also raises questions. It's possible they knew about the planned meeting and might have also been bribed by the robbers.
Course of Events: 🕒
—Shortly before the main crime, the bandit party brutally disposes of the debtor Tavell in the local forest (poor guy...)
—In the house of Tifa Lit (accomplice or hostage?, most likely dead long ago ) a meeting takes place between representatives of two robber gangs, Rusha and others against Nicholas and the guards (bribed or working undercover);
—A conflict erupts between the two gangs, during which Nicholas shoots Rusha;
—A battle begins (like in plays, with dodges in slow motion);
—Nicholas is killed and searched, the guards attempting to flee are disposed of, Rusha receives first aid;
—The criminals are detained;
Guilty Parties: 👿
—Ailis, Rulka, Themis — cruel killers, but unlikely commanders;
—Voynoluba — possible shadow leader of the party, whom subordinates are trying to clear. Within the law, it will be difficult to accuse her; additional investigation and surveillance in case of release are necessary;
—Rusha — possible leader of the party, actively used his business connections to conduct criminal business;
—Hook, Panc — rank-and-file gang members;
—Naoel and Ilkel — local doctors and sorcerers, rank-and-file gang members (possibly with psychological abnormalities 🤪 );
PS: can we please have simpler names next time? 🙏
3. Part ways peacefully.
The motives and actions of the mayor or his son are their family business, or a matter for investigation by competent authorities, to which I do not belong. Cofrn Contr Confrontation with him or his son will end not in my favor, and they also do not fall under the category of simple violators over whom my powers hold sway.
4. Depends on the political situation in the specified empire, as well as the charter of the military academy. Judging by the phrasing of the question, disobedience to the empress threatens serious consequences for me and my loved ones, while friendship with her conversely promises certain career opportunities, so I will agree 👢🤢 (although it's not very pleasant of course). Now, for example, in our country this current year, no such ceremonial event is specified in the code of laws, so I would not agree (hope such a thing isn't introduced
).
5. answer k) Arrest everyone, let the impudent one sit in the dungeon for a year, his comrades shall apologize in writing. 😁 Additionally, I will conduct an investigation and interrogation in case these visiting guests are connected to any of the criminals. One way or another, ignorance of the laws and customs of another country does not exempt one from responsibility while visiting it. otherwise they'll flock in and then put on their innocent eyes
6. I will primarily protect the interests of the social stratum to which I belong. If I have aristocratic roots, then definitely b); if comparing with my current status, then probably d) (that's when taxes are lowered, right??? 🧐 💰 )
7. Definitely no. Some outcast in the middle of the wasteland certainly won't offer anything of decent quality. The cheap price is alarming. 🤨 Especially if we have no absolute need for the healing properties of the fruits. And for health, one can eat apples. 🍎
8. Regarding growth in society, I can quote the trendsetter Sir Waffle: ideal for F would be 163-168, for M 181-186. To people who are too tall or short, I recommend quickly finding a good custom tailoring firm so as not to waste a bunch of time and then look silly in tight / baggy robes. The ideal height difference between lovers is when the girl's eyes gaze into the heart of her beloved. 😘
I know nothing about the battlefield, but I think tall people will run faster and hit easier with melee weapons due to long arms, but on the other hand, they'll be easier to shoot and have a shorter term of military fitness. For short people, the opposite.
Regarding ( _ )( _ ) , I'll go by your own classification:
I) You will be mistaken for boys, and if unlucky with height, even children; you'll attract the interest of all sorts of crazed perverts. However, it will be easier for you to achieve success in society by honest means, as few will argue that your achievements are undeserved or achieved by "dishonest" 😏 means. I recommend watching your figure, doing sports 🎾 and suggest outfits from the limited summer collection of '94.
II) A very "flexible" size, which with simple tricks you can situationally use to your advantage. A large number of outfits will suit you, ranging from business suits to revealing clothes. Among the downsides, I highlight that you can never truly be yourself, constantly tossing between adjacent categories, and you'll have to exert extra effort to stand out from the gray mass.
III) Ideal size for a real woman. You avoid the drawbacks of other categories, effects of aging, motherhood, and insufficient physical training are not as dangerous for you, and you can easily attract the attention of almost any suitor. A wide range of outfits won't restrict your choice, and even your boyfriend's simple t-shirt will look cute and attractive on you. 😍
IV) Be prepared to attract all eyes around, whether you want to or not. You'll have to spend more time choosing appropriate clothing to look dignified in society. You'll also have to carefully monitor your figure so as not to lose appetizing curves over the years. Learn a few jokes and be confident in yourself so as not to blush and be shy about your "attributes".
V) you cow-like Prepare for the opposite problems of the first category, including back, shoulders, and the attention of lard lovers. If you don't want to seem vulgar, carefully study the winter catalogs of the last five years. Following fashion will also be difficult. Sports are mandatory. And I don't envy you in old age. 😞
As for wartime, I can't say anything. With a large chest, you probably can't run through trenches much, and it's hard to pick a comfortable uniform. But who cares, as if we gathered here to fight 🤣
9. I have never visited other countries and am not very interested in politics, so I have nothing much to compare with. But I read that every traveler dreams of visiting Sakuran, every merchant Moria, every art connoisseur Utaha, every believer Orion. Also, it's peaceful and quiet here, worthy people achieve success and all that. I think, with the current course in our country, everything will be great!!! Just don't overdo it with multiculturalism and keep an eye on the neighbors, because you know how it goes. 🔫
10. none Well, you know, find interesting life hobbies, acquire useful skills to be helpful in the future. And so that it's not too boring and dreary. 😇
Having dealt with the exam, Nira took a mirror out of her cosmetic bag and began to tidy up her appearance. Then she applied cream to the chafed skin of the fingers of her writing hand, and only after that did she confidently submit the credit sheets.
Date of birth: 14.10.3979
Place of birth: Utaha
Medical card: 166-Ж/III-II
Inventory:
—Money;
—Summer dress and winter outfit from the latest season;
—"Utaha's Delights" candy assortment;
—Magazine featuring the latest line of fashion clothing made of furfur;
—Pururut earrings;
—Cosmetic bag;
—Three new handbags, a wardrobe of clothes and shoes for every season, a jewelry box, a butler
The doors of the Melvans family's new home, neighboring other graceful residences in Utaha's wealthy quarter, were now hospitably flung open, and dozens of bustling porters were hurriedly hauling numerous belongings toward the main entrance. The planned January move was reaching its logical conclusion, and the rightful owners of the estate had only to enjoy their comfortable abode.
Tripping on the wide marble staircase, a lad in rumpled uniform dropped a beautifully decorated vase. With a dull crack, the piece shattered into three large shards.
—What have you done, you absolute idiot?! —a blonde middle-aged woman immediately appeared from the upper-level chambers. Her voluminous hair was gathered in a whimsical pile according to the latest word in current fashion, and one could harvest enough pururut and furfur for an entire laboratory from her luxurious clothing and expensive jewelry.
—I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Melvans, it was an a-accident... —the pale youth stammered fearfully, rushing to gather the scattered pieces of the vase as if he intended to mold them back together by sheer force of will.
—Do you even know how much it costs, you dunce? —the lady continued to scold him angrily. —Well, you'll be paying me for this for the rest of your life. What are you mumbling over there, clean this all up and call your boss, you m**en!
The noise of the loud altercation echoed through the halls cluttered with mountains of brought-in things. Losing her temper, Mrs. Melvans often forgot her fancy Utahan accent and switched to her native village swearing.
Sighing heavily, Nira turned another page of a colorful little magazine from the last "Utaha 3995" beauty pageant. On one hand, she found it amusing to watch the humiliated look of the workers scared half to death. On the other, in many cases, her mother clearly went too far, even stooping to the level of simple servants, which she herself had been some seventeen winters ago. For this reason, Nira herself could have fought a cobbler in a verbal duel before she learned the letters of the alphabet; however, in recent years, she had worked carefully and meticulously on herself to completely eradicate her mother's dirty dialect even from her thoughts.
—As they say: "what's all the noise about, yet no fight"? —Mr. Melvans, in the flesh, lumbered out of his study. —Dear, you yourself were going to throw away that ugly vase last week because it doesn't match the wallpaper, the carpets, or Risha knows what else! —laughing bassly, he slapped the embarrassed servant on the back with his fat paw. —Don't worry about trifles, better hurry with the unloading; as they say: "time for work, an hour for play."
—T-thank you, Mr. Melvans. —the boy muttered quietly, after which he rushed headlong toward the exit.
—You think it's all a joke, everything is just laughs and giggles? —the enraged woman continued. —If we let everything slide for everyone, we might go completely bankrupt.
—Drop it, Tora. —the fat man brushed her off. —As they say, "make money—live without need." Oh, that doesn't seem to apply to this case... —extracting a small volume labeled "Proverbs of Refiteia" from his breast pocket, he began to flip through the pages with a thoughtful look.
Unlike her mother, Nira's father was fond of a thousand random things, and his boundless positive energy had not faded at all over the years. Mr. Melvans grew angry very rarely, but never allowed himself to even raise his voice, preferring instead to deal with troubles within the framework of the law and the many connections he had acquired over years of work. This man could easily go to an event new to him and return as a close acquaintance of all its participants. The father's lineage belonged to the indigenous inhabitants of Utaha for many generations, and the dawn of prosperity began with Nira's grandfather, who in his twilight years bought several old buildings in the city center. Subsequently, the father continued the parental business, investing money in real estate in various corners of the fashion capital. A rapidly growing population, mountains of tourists, and other guests of the kingdom allowed for good earnings from rent and resale, and currently, the construction of the first Melvans family hotel was planned.
—...be that as it may, Mikhail already gave us twenty percent off out of old friendship, so an old vase from some eastern village isn't worth offending his nephew over. —Mr. Melvans continued, businesslikely stroking his lush mustache.
—Ugh, so relationships with some Refiteian are more important to you than your own wife. —Tora snorted resentfully.
—Now don't talk nonsense, dear. —approaching his spouse, Nira's father ran his hand behind her ear, after which three tickets appeared in his palm. —Ta-da! A magician friend taught me yesterday. Isn't it great?
—Not really. —Mrs. Melvans pursed her lips. —And where are the tickets to?..
—Guess!
—Now I have to solve your stupid riddles too. In any case, if it's not for the evening concert, you can go there with your Mikhail.
—...And if it is for it? —the father smiled broadly.
—I don't believe it, everything for that has been sold out long ago. —sparks of interest flashed in the mother's eyes.
—As they say: "where there's a will, there's a way." A good acquaintance of the whole family fell ill with poisoning—they say they bought some exotic fruits at the city market—so he gave me the invitations. Well then, still interested?
—Oh, Roviosha, that's why I love you after all! —the noticeably thawed woman kissed her husband, snatching the expensive tickets with a firm grip. —Daughter, get ready, we're going to the concert!
That same evening, the family in full composition returned home along a brightly lit quiet alley. The noisy city was already falling into a nightly slumber, but there were still enough people hurrying home on the streets. Nira was already anticipating the envious looks of her friends, who dreamed so much of attending today's performance, when echoes of a familiar unpleasant topic reached her:
—...said last week, well you know with whom, apparently the decision is already final, and General Mandragora will administer the exam.
—Pa, what exam? —Nira interrupted the parental conversation.
—Now, daughter, don't worry. —Roviol Melvans answered. —General Duncan and I didn't cross paths for obvious reasons, but I've heard that although he is a strict man, he is worthy; he won't let students be bullied.
—But he'll stump me with military questions! —the girl whined capriciously. —And if I don't pass, what a disgrace it will be.
—Now don't set yourself up for failure right away. —the fat man winked cheerfully. —After all, it's not some military academy where they'll scatter you with friendly duels. It's a prestigious academy under the royal granddaughter, so answer honestly and from the heart, and everything will fall into place.
—But pa, maybe it's better next year, huh? —Nira pleaded theatrically. —Their uniforms aren't even that great right now, everyone's cut from the same cloth, and from an old collection. And I still have three new outfits unworn...
—Take them with you on weekends or holidays. —the father brushed her off indifferently.
—...And some stupid medical checkup, just like in the army.
—Well, that's good, maybe you have some ailment, especially since as you can see, the heredity isn't great. —at these words, the man patted his belly.
—And I also read in a magazine that they hired whoever they wanted for teachers. A crazy general, a fortune teller, a warrior, a sadist, a migrant, an athlete, a cat lady...
—That makes it even more fun! Do you know how dreary it was in our Utahan town in my day? I would trade half my life for such a lineup!
—And they're planning to accept all sorts of newcomers. —Nira played her last trump card. —Can you imagine what those dirty migrants will do to young and weak girls?
—Oh, don't talk nonsense, daughter. —Mr. Melvans chuckled. —Lived your whole life in Utaha, and suddenly you're afraid of arrivals. The selection for the royal academy is such that they'll send the best of the best to show the nation in a good light.
—Papa is right, my dear. —Mrs. Melvans supported her husband. —And if you meet some foreign prince there, you know what to do. —with these words, she pointedly thrust out her impressive bust.
—Now Tora, don't teach the child nonsense. —Roviol burst out laughing. —Be that as it may, we've discussed this a hundred times, the matter is settled. I think you'll have a great time there, find a hobby to your liking, and find friends.
—I already have friends in Utaha. —Nira puffed up resentfully. —And plenty of activities too. We just moved, why should I drag myself like a fool to some asylum? Does nobody care about my opinion at all?
—Yeah, right, like we don't care here. —Mr. Melvans sighed. —We've discussed the reasons too, about opportunities, connections, experience, after all. At your age, I would have smashed myself against a wall for such a chance.
—Well, then you go there yourself, since you want it so much.
—I would have gone long ago, but alas, the years didn't align, and there's no time left. And someone has to feed certain cheeky young ladies. —he noted snidely, after which he continued in a serious tone: —You, daughter, think you live in complete luxury as long as you have everything and everyone caters to your whims. But this whole household needs looking after, whether you're a king or an ordinary farmer. And if your heirs have no heads, they'll lose and ruin everything. Suppose my heart stops tomorrow, what will you do then, go to the "red lanterns"?
Nira wanted to object, but couldn't find an answer.
—I try to give you every opportunity you wish for, but I also wish to see you as a ready successor to my affairs. Take an example from the royal granddaughter, a person of exceptional qualities. And you have all the traits to follow similar footsteps. But if you refuse, then so be it, we'll have to make another heir. —at these words, he winked playfully at his wife.
—Oh, absolutely not! —Nira's mother hastily shook her head. —Ruined figure, dangerous childbirth, eternal screaming in the house and other filth—one forced time was quite enough for me.
Leaning toward her daughter, the lady pinched her cheeks: —Come now, my dear, daddy is right. In the worst case, if someone seriously offends you, there will be a scandal, and the royals will throw a mountain of money at us to hush up the incident, and you'll come back home. And in the best case, you'll follow in my footsteps and snag yourself some worthy "trophy." —she added in a semi-whisper.
Realizing that further resistance was useless, Nira snorted resentfully, freeing herself from her mother's grip.
—Fine... Pa, I'll need money then, for this and that, well, for textbooks and such...
—Now, that's a different conversation! As they say: "truth is born in dispute." —an inspired Mr. Melvans reached for his wallet.
Exam
Header
"I hope they hire scribes there to record written answers, or organize the exam in oral form. There is nothing more useless and tiring than ruining your hands by running ink across paper for five hours straight."
1. answer a) Thanks to the demons of course 😢, but squabbles between local gangs are not the concern of a simple traveler like me. If there are diplomatic options on my side, I will use them to ensure my safety and escort through dangerous lands. 😎
2.
Victims: 💀
Ash killed by Ailis;
Em killed by Rulka;
Er killed by someone with a sword, what is a guillotine???
Nicholas wounded by Hook, finished off by Rulka;
Crime Scene: 💒
Participants in the fight: Naoel, Ailis, Hook, Rulka, possibly Panc/Themis.
Testimony: 🤨
—The interrogation was conducted absolutely unprofessionally; even trendy interviews ask more important questions;
—Unclear story regarding the mistress of the house and the original party composition;
—No chain of movements of the party until arrival in the city is traceable, but judging by the interrogation of Naoel and Rusha, they somehow gathered together from different cities and regions (via a newspaper ad or something???);
—Reasons for the attack on the guards are unclear;
—The silent ones should have been cracked, including by harsher methods; 🔪
—I don't believe Voynoluba's excuse, given other testimonies: the lady is clearly trying to pass herself off as a fool, which Panc helps her with;
—Murky story with Nicholas and Tavell Cori;
Assumptions: 🤔
—Original gang composition: Ailis, Voynoluba, Hook, Rulka, possibly Rusha or Themis. Other accomplices joined later.
—City quests are merely a cover for the gang's true activity. I think they were connected with organized crime of a local city cell. Like in pulp detectives, basically. Possibly robbery and selling looted gear, which is why they needed Rusha.
—Judging by the speed of detention, the culprits had no time to agree among themselves on a single version of events, leading to the conclusion that Nicholas was also among the criminals, or part of a hostile gang.
—The ambiguous reaction of the guards also raises questions. It's possible they knew about the planned meeting and might have also been bribed by the robbers.
Course of Events: 🕒
—Shortly before the main crime, the bandit party brutally disposes of the debtor Tavell in the local forest (poor guy...)
—In the house of Tifa Lit (accomplice or hostage?, most likely dead long ago
) a meeting takes place between representatives of two robber gangs, Rusha and others against Nicholas and the guards (bribed or working undercover);—A conflict erupts between the two gangs, during which Nicholas shoots Rusha;
—A battle begins (like in plays, with dodges in slow motion);
—Nicholas is killed and searched, the guards attempting to flee are disposed of, Rusha receives first aid;
—The criminals are detained;
Guilty Parties: 👿
—Ailis, Rulka, Themis — cruel killers, but unlikely commanders;
—Voynoluba — possible shadow leader of the party, whom subordinates are trying to clear. Within the law, it will be difficult to accuse her; additional investigation and surveillance in case of release are necessary;
—Rusha — possible leader of the party, actively used his business connections to conduct criminal business;
—Hook, Panc — rank-and-file gang members;
—Naoel and Ilkel — local doctors and sorcerers, rank-and-file gang members (possibly with psychological abnormalities 🤪 );
PS: can we please have simpler names next time? 🙏
3. Part ways peacefully.
The motives and actions of the mayor or his son are their family business, or a matter for investigation by competent authorities, to which I do not belong. Cofrn Contr Confrontation with him or his son will end not in my favor, and they also do not fall under the category of simple violators over whom my powers hold sway.4. Depends on the political situation in the specified empire, as well as the charter of the military academy. Judging by the phrasing of the question, disobedience to the empress threatens serious consequences for me and my loved ones, while friendship with her conversely promises certain career opportunities, so I will agree 👢🤢 (although it's not very pleasant of course). Now, for example, in our country this current year, no such ceremonial event is specified in the code of laws, so I would not agree (hope such a thing isn't introduced
).5. answer k) Arrest everyone, let the impudent one sit in the dungeon for a year, his comrades shall apologize in writing. 😁 Additionally, I will conduct an investigation and interrogation in case these visiting guests are connected to any of the criminals. One way or another, ignorance of the laws and customs of another country does not exempt one from responsibility while visiting it. otherwise they'll flock in and then put on their innocent eyes
6. I will primarily protect the interests of the social stratum to which I belong. If I have aristocratic roots, then definitely b); if comparing with my current status, then probably d) (that's when taxes are lowered, right??? 🧐 💰 )
7. Definitely no. Some outcast in the middle of the wasteland certainly won't offer anything of decent quality. The cheap price is alarming. 🤨 Especially if we have no absolute need for the healing properties of the fruits. And for health, one can eat apples. 🍎
8. Regarding growth in society, I can quote the trendsetter Sir Waffle: ideal for F would be 163-168, for M 181-186. To people who are too tall or short, I recommend quickly finding a good custom tailoring firm so as not to waste a bunch of time and then look silly in tight / baggy robes. The ideal height difference between lovers is when the girl's eyes gaze into the heart of her beloved. 😘
I know nothing about the battlefield, but I think tall people will run faster and hit easier with melee weapons due to long arms, but on the other hand, they'll be easier to shoot and have a shorter term of military fitness. For short people, the opposite.
Regarding ( _ )( _ ) , I'll go by your own classification:
I) You will be mistaken for boys, and if unlucky with height, even children; you'll attract the interest of all sorts of crazed perverts. However, it will be easier for you to achieve success in society by honest means, as few will argue that your achievements are undeserved or achieved by "dishonest" 😏 means. I recommend watching your figure, doing sports 🎾 and suggest outfits from the limited summer collection of '94.
II) A very "flexible" size, which with simple tricks you can situationally use to your advantage. A large number of outfits will suit you, ranging from business suits to revealing clothes. Among the downsides, I highlight that you can never truly be yourself, constantly tossing between adjacent categories, and you'll have to exert extra effort to stand out from the gray mass.
III) Ideal size for a real woman. You avoid the drawbacks of other categories, effects of aging, motherhood, and insufficient physical training are not as dangerous for you, and you can easily attract the attention of almost any suitor. A wide range of outfits won't restrict your choice, and even your boyfriend's simple t-shirt will look cute and attractive on you. 😍
IV) Be prepared to attract all eyes around, whether you want to or not. You'll have to spend more time choosing appropriate clothing to look dignified in society. You'll also have to carefully monitor your figure so as not to lose appetizing curves over the years. Learn a few jokes and be confident in yourself so as not to blush and be shy about your "attributes".
V) you cow-like Prepare for the opposite problems of the first category, including back, shoulders, and the attention of lard lovers. If you don't want to seem vulgar, carefully study the winter catalogs of the last five years. Following fashion will also be difficult. Sports are mandatory. And I don't envy you in old age. 😞
As for wartime, I can't say anything. With a large chest, you probably can't run through trenches much, and it's hard to pick a comfortable uniform. But who cares, as if we gathered here to fight 🤣
9. I have never visited other countries and am not very interested in politics, so I have nothing much to compare with. But I read that every traveler dreams of visiting Sakuran, every merchant Moria, every art connoisseur Utaha, every believer Orion. Also, it's peaceful and quiet here, worthy people achieve success and all that. I think, with the current course in our country, everything will be great!!! Just don't overdo it with multiculturalism and keep an eye on the neighbors, because you know how it goes. 🔫
10. none Well, you know, find interesting life hobbies, acquire useful skills to be helpful in the future. And so that it's not too boring and dreary. 😇
Having dealt with the exam, Nira took a mirror out of her cosmetic bag and began to tidy up her appearance. Then she applied cream to the chafed skin of the fingers of her writing hand, and only after that did she confidently submit the credit sheets.
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