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— Yeah, that doesn't sound pleasant. Oh, if only they had some magical devices that would instantly transport you to the desired city, just by buying a ticket. Or a company of Noir masters who would make every plank and every nail of a ship or airship indestructible. But that, of course, is pure fantasy...
- Fly like a bullet? Beat, where do you get these ideas...
- From here, - she pointed to her head.
- You're a dreamer, - Gillon smiled.
Carnelian. The very squad she was once invited to join. Was this a sign that she should give it a try? Perhaps. Unless Her Majesty considers such initiative from a retired servant to be annoying. Or a pain in the neck. But if she were to go with them on some risky venture, she would first need to cure her fear of water, so as not to let her comrades down in vain. And she needed to arm herself properly, because in stockings and with a huge katana, she was less of a warrior and more of someone's wet dream. Brr. Wet. The clinic is definitely a priority.
- I've heard of you, although... - Alaria stopped, realizing the fate of the previous leader, - ...never mind. Thank you. I'll keep it in mind.
- And what was that "although" about? - Gillon was curious. - Well, never mind, it's your business.
Ment is also hanging out in the archives, so if everyone is willing, we can introduce Fyr-Fyr and Alaria right away. Nebok, be quiet!
А, вот почему.
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