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If Kline had been working at the store that day, he would have probably been horrified by his colleague, even through the aura of a Death Knight. Who would have thought that such a sweet, friendly, and kind girl spends her free time inventing bloodthirsty instruments of merciless destruction in the most gruesome forms imaginable.
If Kline had expressed his horror aloud, Erefir would have looked pointedly at the Devourer and remained silent... However, she probably wouldn't have done it sarcastically, but rather with simple disbelief; the Devourer would also have appealed to her.
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Beata notices Erefir in the archive and, without wasting time, quietly asks. - Boss, what did Her Highness say? When is the assignment? Is it worth going to the Baldur School, or what? And what's the News?
-- Oh, are you still sitting here, little kittens? Are you not getting in trouble for chatting? -- she quietly asked. -- Look, I spoke with Princess Naera, as our patron is temporarily away. For now, there are no plans for Carneol. We are studying. There are no significant News... Although, yes, the fighting club was shut down; now it's Aquamarine, a club based on interests. They are planning a "Miss Margel" contest: they will choose the very best based on beauty and two other unknown criteria 🤭