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Astellia sat in her carnelian-colored room, lost in thought.
Colleagues, why does everyone think that fruits are something bad? It would be nice to be in Yansi, in her own hotel room, away from the hustle and bustle of the big city, surrounded by kilometers of fields and forests, enjoying an exotic fruit that was carefully presented, and then taking a stroll through the shops. Afterwards, she could visit the "Green Dragon," read the newspaper, attend the school of serenity, wave her arms and other body parts, and observe the vibrant life of the city. Ayko is making plans, and Gion is filling his belly. Meanwhile, there are close ties between the orphanage and the ruler of Mindjin, and reliable secret orders with information and clear instructions are being exchanged. Only the lonely Merel sighs wistfully, gazing at a fruit pit, feeling sad and contemplating something astrological.