☀️ Arselia and Akonia

- By locals, I meant the children of Anush, Erefir. - Kripov smiled sadly. - May our Goddess-Mother bless you all.

"Ah... I've already stopped thinking of myself as a foreigner, and Evgeny doesn't know that I simply have no one to send to kill the priest. So, I suggested..."

The girl nodded seriously and gratefully. After all, their patrons, despite all their dignity, miscalculated when they placed their fate in the hands of outsiders, but it was pointless to regret it. They had to work with what they had, victory or death. Victory and death.

Erefir returns to Naera and reports on the news about the mechanism of banishment:
-- Thus, the strategy of sending troops to Farrellia is extremely likely to be a losing one. I'm sorry...

-- I want to come up with another way. A spell that creates an exact illusory copy of Kridear, capable of deceiving a dragon's perception of 1000? Or placing an item that attracts evil in a clear field, hoping that the dragon will go mad and use its ultimate ability on it? Setting up a battery of howitzers in the path of the apostle so that they take the first hit instead of the city? Flooding the Farrellian priestly stronghold with hundreds of drones with bombs? Asking the dragon king for help again, if not for battle, then at least to protect the citizens? Obviously, you have thought of all this yourself, My Lady, and it all seems unrealistic. However, no, what I am saying is nothing more than an attempt by me to extract some solution from the void, as sometimes even an empty brainstorming session can actually produce something, but I'm afraid this is not the case. Thus, if you also have no ideas, My Lady, and if you allow me to make a decision, then it... is made," - a deep bow. - We cannot afford to lose this battle.