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Deciding not to disregard the hospitality of the Carnehl, Klin, out of politeness, walked around and chatted for a while, then respectfully bowed and said goodbye to the kind mercenaries. Calmly (it was good that he was undead), he wrapped the remaining treats in a small bag and headed home. There, he finally merges the two timelines.
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The knight returns to the living room, takes a free seat at the table, and ponders something.
He thinks about the fact that two people cannot live comfortably on 2 rems per hour (even if one of them is already dead), so they cannot miss the opportunity to earn some extra money. If they decide to stay in Margel, without additional funds, he definitely won't be able to upgrade the spirit of Sanex. Perhaps, in this way, he will continue to serve the kind ruler.
Then, his thoughts return to the recent tragedy. A dragon, it seems. For some reason, he always thought that winged lizards were their allies and should have stopped the rebel in their ranks. Or maybe they were simply frightened by his hopeless power? Why did the dragon suddenly go mad? Until now, he had encountered only one "disease" with similar symptoms. It's interesting.
Could it be that this catastrophe is just another response from Her Lightness to the grand ambitions of the grand quest she has undertaken? Until now, the curse did not allow the knight to occupy his mind with such bold thoughts. How many more souls will be buried for the sake of a goal, whatever it may be? Will it ultimately justify itself? Or what if even the princess, unknowingly, is also following the lead of unknown higher powers? What if they all, from pawns to kings, remain just faceless figures on the board of all-powerful demiurges, and will be consigned to oblivion after the end of another game?
Well, then everything comes down to a simple task for Sanex: what can he do, other than choose his own side? Then there is nothing to think about.
All that remains is to discuss the last important question. Klin finds his companion.
"Hello, Sanex. How are you feeling? I brought some sweets; they don't really have any effect, but they don't lose their taste because of it."