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- It's still a whole month... - Beata sighed. - Okay... We've waited so long, we can wait a little longer. And we've already ordered the rings, - she shows them. - I think they're very beautiful. And my dress is also ready. We were hoping for a faster wedding, but... everything is in the hands of the gods. A month is a month.
Giyyon flinched slightly as he felt the familiar, invisible shackles release him, dissolving like a dream. He already knew what it might be connected to. He looked at Beata in panic, but no, she's alive and well. He sighed with relief.
- Thank you... - he nodded to Eugene. - This has been... has been a part of me for so long that I didn't even think about it 😅 Thank you to you and thank you to the gods that I am free again.
- You... you're talking about the curse, right? - Beata asked quietly, but firmly.
- Yes, about that very one, - Giyyon grunted, - I don't feel it anymore. It's gone.
- Hooray, - Beata beamed, squeezing his hand. She wanted to hug and kiss him with joy, but she felt awkward in front of Eugene, - and thank you very much for that too, - she said briefly, but politely, bowing to the Patriarch.
The Patriarch adds Beata and Giyyon's names to the appropriate notebook.