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By that time, Ryzhaya had already managed to inform everyone about the new, sad news. However, Raphael deserved more than just a mention in the morning news report; his memory deserved better recognition.
If only Erifir knew how...
But for now, lacking any better options, Astellia was sent to clean one of the vacated rooms to prepare it for the new member of Carneola, about whom it was only said, "Her Highness has been given reinforcements."
Meanwhile, Fyr-Fyr sat on a nearby sofa, staring into the void, out the window, lost in deep thought. Regarding the priestess's laughter, she thought only, "A strange one. Possibly dangerous. Let's hope for the best, but we'll see."
-- You are safe, -- she replied to the question. -- Drink some water and come with me; we have a long conversation ahead, but know that I am your friend. I think you understand why, -- there was a hint that Nysho had already died in her world, as Erifir thought.
The priestess reached for a glass of water, pretended to doubt whether there was poison in it, and cautiously took a few sips. After that, she looked intently at Erifir and burst into tears, like a little girl. Nysho's tears were, of course, not real, but over the years of lies and deceit, she had learned to skillfully fake any emotions.
- I'm alive, - she sobbed. - What did they do to me? - she cries. - It was terrible, terrible...
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