☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Beata happily hugged Erefir. Guyon greeted them with slightly more restraint.

Didn't he think he would succeed? Fyr-Fyr embraced them both.

- How was your tournament? Is everything alright? Did you receive the blessings...
Beata looks at the returning group and realizes that there are fewer of them than when they left.
- ...and where is Merel?!

-- ...Let's put it this way? Do you know the myth about Serokl's sword? Well, of course not. There was an ancient tyrannical ruler, but his vassal, Serokl, was terribly envious of his overlord, who was the wealthiest and most glorious, the happiest of mortals. The tyrant then said to Serokl: "Do you think it's that simple? Then sit on my throne for a day and experience what it's like to be me." Serokl agreed, ate, drank, and had fun all day, and in the evening, a cursed sword fell on him from above and killed him, because an inevitable time trigger was activated, which the tyrant knew perfectly well...

-- Okay, I'm not very good at telling stories metaphorically, but the point is that, as expected, our problems arose in a completely different place than we expected, and Merel became a victim of his own sword.

Fyr-Fyr tells how it all happened.