☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Listening to the conversation, Keliandra dozed off for a moment. How unbecoming for a guard! In that short time, another strange dream managed to visit her... "Captain Strauss enters the training hall of the Margel guard, the very place where every weakling can become a true man and a great warrior. However, Viktor Loss is already sitting on a bench in the back. Shrugging, Strauss opens his locker and takes out a loincloth with the inscription "For the Emperor!" and the emblem of the capital guard in the most prominent place. Smiling at such a patriotic design, the captain of the guard is about to walk on, but Viktor calls out to him. "Hey, Captain, the club for pretty guards is three floors down, and this is a training hall for real men!" "Go to hell in the name of the Emperor!" Strauss retorts with a smirk. With a cunning laugh, Viktor gets up from the bench and approaches the captain of the guard. "You know, my father taught me not to be ashamed of my sword, especially when it's this big!" "Wow! What a sword. How much damage can it do?" Strauss asks with genuine interest. "At least a thousand and a half. I bet you'll choke on that much damage," Viktor replies smugly and pushes Strauss. "I don't think so. I can easily withstand two thousand damage!" "Let's test it! I'll make you choke in the name of the Emperor!" Confident in himself, Strauss tests the power of Viktor's sword, but he can't handle it and loses a leg. "That's what I was trying to prove, Captain. Now you owe me three hundred coins," Viktor exclaims triumphantly. Strauss has no choice but to agree to this demand. The dream ends." Keliandra wakes up. "Ah, what? For the Emperor!"