☀️ Arselia and Akonia

At this point, it seemed to be the third opportunity today to kill the man in his sleep or rob him of his fashionable gadgets and artifacts.

"Yes, yes, a good idea," the priestess dismisses the persistently suggested ideas by the invisible demiurge. "The coat explodes, I am buried forever in this cave, and perhaps I won't even die thanks to fashionable trinkets. Thank you for the advice."

"I hope this wasn't a mistake..." the myco thinks in response to the last words of the battered one, about whom she will surely regret more than once: in moments when demonic vortices begin to open under Margel, or Naria is forever lost in the Abyss, or people on the streets of the city begin to die one after another from an excess of iron in their bodies - all as a result of the instigator not dying in advance, when it could have benefited this world.
She gloomily pondered all this, setting up an ofuda near the entrance to the grotto - so that her barrier completely blocked the room.

Placing a bag under her head and wrapping herself in a cloak, she continued to consider various scenarios of global cataclysms for a long time, until she herself fell asleep.