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- Where did the boss run off to in the middle of the night?..
- Who knows. It's strange that she didn't warn us.
- Apparently, some important official business... I wonder what it could be.
- She'll tell us in the morning, Beat. She doesn't keep anything from us.
- Usually.
- Huh?
- Well, imagine she found out something that's better kept secret from everyone. Like how you hid from me that I was actually suppressing your will. Or something like that.
- Well... - Guyon wanted to say that was nonsense, but he remembered how Erefir had concealed her status as an outsider. - Let's say. I wonder what it could be that she's hiding from us.
- For example, they discovered a new apostle, and it turned out to be one of us!
Guyon's breath caught in his throat. Where did she... But Beata's mocking tone quickly calmed him down - she was just joking.
- That's ridiculous, - he snorted, not daring to tell her the truth right now.
- Yeah, ridiculous. What are your ideas?
- Maybe... Maybe some powerful and influential person who has a grudge against Her Highness offered her protection. And if she agrees, we'll be in trouble. And if she refuses, we'll be in trouble too.
- Hmm... I think this is one of those cases where we should discuss things with the team!
- ...but if she discusses it with the team, trouble is guaranteed.
- Trouble is guaranteed anyway, Guyosh. All of Carneol's work is one giant mess.
- That's what I'm saying.
- Are you saying that, in theory, we might have a new employer?
- Uh-huh.
- Well, I don't know... I like Her Highness. She gives us gifts. She got me out of prison. She funds us well. She's a great employer, if you think about it.
- She treats me like I'm nothing... But she still gives gifts, so it could be worse. I just remembered... Weren't you planning to betray Her Highness?
- I was, but now... I don't think so. First, I'm still trying to live an honest life. Second, my opinion of her has improved in the last six months. Third... Under her leadership, we're part of something bigger. We're making history in real time, Guyosh. It's very stupid, but it's very cool. They'll write textbooks and books about us. We'll go down in the history of Welfern!
- Whether we go down in history or not, we're already up to our necks in it. But I understand what you mean... I have the same feeling. And I'm not ready to leave Her Highness either. Not now. After all... I'm still attached to you, my lady.
- Oh, come on, Guyosh.
- I've said everything I wanted to say about it.
- I know... And for my part, I still consider you mine. Even if you're mine to the same extent that I'm yours... I don't know when it started, but for a long time now, my first impulse in any unclear situation is to protect you, because you are mine.
- That's strange... But sweet. I really appreciate it. And I'm ready to protect you too. Because you deserve it.
- Who knows. It's strange that she didn't warn us.
- Apparently, some important official business... I wonder what it could be.
- She'll tell us in the morning, Beat. She doesn't keep anything from us.
- Usually.
- Huh?
- Well, imagine she found out something that's better kept secret from everyone. Like how you hid from me that I was actually suppressing your will. Or something like that.
- Well... - Guyon wanted to say that was nonsense, but he remembered how Erefir had concealed her status as an outsider. - Let's say. I wonder what it could be that she's hiding from us.
- For example, they discovered a new apostle, and it turned out to be one of us!
Guyon's breath caught in his throat. Where did she... But Beata's mocking tone quickly calmed him down - she was just joking.
- That's ridiculous, - he snorted, not daring to tell her the truth right now.
- Yeah, ridiculous. What are your ideas?
- Maybe... Maybe some powerful and influential person who has a grudge against Her Highness offered her protection. And if she agrees, we'll be in trouble. And if she refuses, we'll be in trouble too.
- Hmm... I think this is one of those cases where we should discuss things with the team!
- ...but if she discusses it with the team, trouble is guaranteed.
- Trouble is guaranteed anyway, Guyosh. All of Carneol's work is one giant mess.
- That's what I'm saying.
- Are you saying that, in theory, we might have a new employer?
- Uh-huh.
- Well, I don't know... I like Her Highness. She gives us gifts. She got me out of prison. She funds us well. She's a great employer, if you think about it.
- She treats me like I'm nothing... But she still gives gifts, so it could be worse. I just remembered... Weren't you planning to betray Her Highness?
- I was, but now... I don't think so. First, I'm still trying to live an honest life. Second, my opinion of her has improved in the last six months. Third... Under her leadership, we're part of something bigger. We're making history in real time, Guyosh. It's very stupid, but it's very cool. They'll write textbooks and books about us. We'll go down in the history of Welfern!
- Whether we go down in history or not, we're already up to our necks in it. But I understand what you mean... I have the same feeling. And I'm not ready to leave Her Highness either. Not now. After all... I'm still attached to you, my lady.
- Oh, come on, Guyosh.
- I've said everything I wanted to say about it.
- I know... And for my part, I still consider you mine. Even if you're mine to the same extent that I'm yours... I don't know when it started, but for a long time now, my first impulse in any unclear situation is to protect you, because you are mine.
- That's strange... But sweet. I really appreciate it. And I'm ready to protect you too. Because you deserve it.
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