Happy Life
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- What an excellent answer from someone serving the royal family, - Futaba sighed, shaking her head. - Maybe you should find yourself a wife...
She flipped through the workbook. The remaining sections were too difficult to apply to everyday life, and it was unclear what goals they pursued.
Towards the end of the visit, the queen stepped onto the path leading to the villa, with the maids on either side bowing their heads as usual. Futaba's nervous gaze darted to the clothing of the nearest maid, trying to catch some hint to answer the first section of the book, but the closed dresses did not allow for this. With trembling hands, she took out a handkerchief and dabbed the sweat from her forehead. Gradually, she began to understand what Elliot and Yumiko had to deal with. The insidious feeling that made one view the people closest to them only as tools for fulfilling hidden personal goals caused notes of anxiety and despair. Truly, this book was a diabolical artifact, capable of enslaving the mind of a weak-willed person and leading them to dubious actions, promising nothing in return. Whoever this Lauren E. is, it was clear that this person was a skilled manipulator of hearts, or even a sorcerer on par with Carvia. She would need to request this information from Neves Sipe and stop the supply of these "training" materials, in case this is not a single artifact, and their mass production has been established in the country.
Slightly calmed by these thoughts, Futaba steps aside and, with a stony face, calls the maids one by one, whispering a question from the first section in their ear, and demanding the same private verbal answer, after which she orders them to never tell anyone about it, not to discuss it among themselves, and in general to immediately erase this event from their memory. She repeats the procedure until the first section is completed.
She flipped through the workbook. The remaining sections were too difficult to apply to everyday life, and it was unclear what goals they pursued.
Towards the end of the visit, the queen stepped onto the path leading to the villa, with the maids on either side bowing their heads as usual. Futaba's nervous gaze darted to the clothing of the nearest maid, trying to catch some hint to answer the first section of the book, but the closed dresses did not allow for this. With trembling hands, she took out a handkerchief and dabbed the sweat from her forehead. Gradually, she began to understand what Elliot and Yumiko had to deal with. The insidious feeling that made one view the people closest to them only as tools for fulfilling hidden personal goals caused notes of anxiety and despair. Truly, this book was a diabolical artifact, capable of enslaving the mind of a weak-willed person and leading them to dubious actions, promising nothing in return. Whoever this Lauren E. is, it was clear that this person was a skilled manipulator of hearts, or even a sorcerer on par with Carvia. She would need to request this information from Neves Sipe and stop the supply of these "training" materials, in case this is not a single artifact, and their mass production has been established in the country.
Slightly calmed by these thoughts, Futaba steps aside and, with a stony face, calls the maids one by one, whispering a question from the first section in their ear, and demanding the same private verbal answer, after which she orders them to never tell anyone about it, not to discuss it among themselves, and in general to immediately erase this event from their memory. She repeats the procedure until the first section is completed.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
