☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Another night, another dream. This time, Alaria had a rather absurd, strange, and, frankly, unlikely scenario. She dreamed that she had somehow turned herself into a succubus, and as a result, she ended up in another confession with Eugene. The Patriarch was stern, harsh, and uncompromising... until Alaria convinced him that she had sacrificed her humanity not for power, authority, or longevity, but for the enrichment of the gastronomic life of the citizens of Welfern. To put the lying, in his vision, newcomer in her place, His Eminence looked into her soul again... and for the first time, Alaria saw something other than a slight smile or an impenetrable mask of composure on his face – the man's face expressed shock and bewilderment at what he had seen. And then the dream ended. "Well, that's quite a dream," thought the warrior, turning over to the other side and staring at yesterday's photo, the new decoration, the sight of which made her lips curl into a slight smile – "At least it's better than nightmares." Getting up, washing her face, stretching properly, getting dressed, doing the remaining morning chores, and having breakfast, devouring an entire package of assorted sweets with her morning coffee and regular milk, the girl decided to spend the new day with a little more purpose and went to the "new headquarters of 'Carnelian'," as she now called the archive. There were still some books left there that she didn't have time to read on Wednesday. First of all, Alaria was interested in the fourth volume of "The Council of the Empire," as well as a book dedicated to trade. If she really intended to open her own business here or somewhere else, she should prepare for it in advance. However, even without that, such knowledge would not be superfluous.