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- From my world?... Yes, that would be nice," replies the priestess, but she thinks to herself that it doesn't hurt to dream. "If possible, I can summon 'Mr. Ravenage' tomorrow to... apologize and eliminate any seeds of misunderstanding. That would be fair; we can't leave things unresolved," she says politely. "However, I went to the church not out of malice. I... needed to see the situation with my own eyes. Perhaps I didn't fully realize the risks until now, but I hoped that some form of consensus might exist besides mutual destruction. We... that is, you – are all children of Anuzish; would she want such an outcome? I have no right to interpret her will, if there is one, but I would like to believe that there isn't. But apparently, I was wrong. Maybe I wanted to try to find some phantom, fairytale way, even if only for a fraction, to keep my mother's hands free from another's blood," she says with a sad shake of her head.
— That was very kind of you, but don't do that again. — Hugging her daughter again, Naria presses her cheek against her daughter's face, which is 5% more swollen. — I think that no one can interpret the will of Anuzish. Whether it's the Creep or your Farrelian priest – they are just people, albeit deeply religious and well-versed in theology. However, if someone appears in this world, and because of them, the seas begin to dry up and people start growing a third arm on their forehead, then we will all agree that they must be destroyed. But that doesn't apply to you. To harm you is to harm me. And Ravenage... Fine, tell him to come tomorrow.
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A barely perceptible sigh of relief passed through Aiyano's respiratory system.
- That's more than enough news, thank you," she said with a bow. "I hope there were no incidents, although there probably shouldn't have been. Is she still here, or has she moved to... 'the owner'?"
— I decided that she shouldn't sit idle, so when I learned that she was good with a sword, I assigned her to train the young warriors. The young rascals went crazy at the sight of the attractive instructor and are now competing with each other to see who can achieve the best results.