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*Keliandra continues to silently hate everyone and contemplate her future. She is certain that she will be brutally tortured and then killed. The Teacher will find out about this and will certainly steal the remains and perhaps even revive them, but that will be a different life and a completely different story. She doesn't really want that. Here's a comfortable place to live with a salary: the entire organization is being driven to its doom. Keliandra had no doubt: Carniol was hardly guilty of anything more serious than posing a threat to Raphael and all the women in the city. What actually unites all the mercenaries of the small leader? The princess... she was the one who gathered everyone together and sent them to Carniol for some reason. Are they scapegoats, and is the princess herself behind the murders? Perhaps these people somehow threatened her power, so she got rid of them, coming up with a backup plan. Or maybe someone in the organization is actually a cultist? There are plenty of possibilities... Oh, Anuzish! Beata was under the influence of the cursed painting! She could have committed the murder and then been caught! Why did she go to Carniol for help... She must be behind this, even if it wasn't her intention!
Beata... You will pay for this, girl. And not just you... Who is this? Dandy Strauss, you know who I am... I've been in the capital for a few days and I'm completely unarmed! How can I be involved? But you don't care... And you will regret it. Every drop of my blood will be worth ten of yours, you'll see!
Finally, an expression appeared on Keliandra's face. A surprisingly satisfied smile. What is all this for?*