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"Yes, it's a beautiful place. If things don't work out with the Apostle, we'll have to do everything we can to get permission to emigrate here."
Beata and Gion look at the stranger with interest, exchange glances, and nod to each other. Then, Beata takes a deep breath and prepares to speak.
– Mistress Zephyr, – she greeted her with her usual bow, which was a little deeper than usual this time. Gion followed her example behind her. – Allow me to introduce myself, we are members of the multi-tasking squad "Carnelian," working for the imperial family: Beata, Gion, and Kilika, – she suspected that Zephyr had information about the guests, so the greeting was brief, but she decided that it would still be appropriate; politeness was a foreign concept to Beata, and she didn't want to mess up. – You heard correctly. A dragon attacked Welfern, known as Beznaadega or the Apostle of Despair, and he brings chaos and destruction. The other day, he struck at the heart of the empire, Margel, and leveled the imperial palace. The Dragon King, whom we turned to for help, decided not to participate in the battle for reasons known only to him, so the fight against this enemy fell on the shoulders of us mortals. To protect our home, we seek the blessings of the four elements, and our patriarch, the respected Evgeny Kripov, recommended that we seek a meeting with you to obtain the blessing of air," – she takes out the letters.
– This is what happens when mortals are the backbone of the nation. Discord and suffering! – Walking on tiptoe, as if wearing invisible shoes, she shook her head in annoyance. – When Arselia ruled the world, no one even thought about such things, but now, wherever you look, there is only cannibalism all around. – Sitting on the floor and crossing her legs, the tigress looked sternly at the guests. – Did you at least bring me some gifts?