- My lady? My lady! - Malusha's confusion interrupted Alaria's thoughts. - So, will you agree to sell your sword for one and a half thousand rem?
Alaria decided not to burden the aristocrat with unnecessary sentimentality. It would be strange to try to evoke pity when you came to do business. All that remained was to mentally say goodbye to her former comrade, even though he hadn't spilled anyone's blood yet. After that, taking all precautions and avoiding traps, dangerous places, and shady characters, Alaria sails back to Margel to inform Naria about the mission and the likely identity of the apostle of arrogance, who has probably been dead for a week.