☀️ Arselia and Akonia

—Where will this misfortune end, with my “luck”... You know, you’re not even the first one to fall because of me this week. —the knight grumbled gloomily. —Alright, let me help you. There’s a bench here, you can rest. Although, maybe it would be better to go to the hospital? It’s chilly in the evenings these days, and you don’t have a warm sweater or good boots.

- Sir Death Knight is strange.
Taking advantage of the offered help, the maid gets up.

- I could have simply pretended to be helpless so that you would try to touch me or stab me with your sword – believe me, there are people who do that – to suck out your soul or do something else. Given the circumstances of our meeting, something like that could have been expected. - She sighed almost inaudibly. - You’re just like the object of affection of my earthly boss – you have absolutely no sense of self-preservation. How about this: as compensation for the wasted time, I’ll answer one of your questions. You might not think it, but I know a lot.