Myco sighs, closes her eyes, then puts her palms together in a prayerful gesture and smiles faintly:
- This means that somewhere the original still exists, continuing to do what it should. Thank you for this thought, Bruno-shinpu. It has eased my heart somewhat. As for culture - as long as I carry it within me, it exists. Culture is defined not only by architecture, speech quirks, or recipes for national dishes; it is something more.
- As your bodyguard said, whoever you ask, everyone who knows you will have a good opinion of you, but for now, I only know him. Tell me truthfully - how did you make him fall in love with you? Are supernatural abilities, which you undoubtedly possess, to blame for this? Unfortunately, I don't have the right tools to find out.
Gathering her belongings, she gets up from her knees. After casting a final glance at Arselia, she turns to the priest.
- I am here not only for this confession, but also with a small proposal. But first, allow me to rephrase the previous question. Does your personal favor extend exclusively to people - good, bad, foreigners, and not so much, or to all aspects of the diverse life of Anuzish, which do not "distort" its fundamental structure with their otherworldly nature? I cannot rely on my assumptions in this matter.