—Sanexa, are you awake? I brought some pies. And books, in case you want to spend some of your flag-earned gold.
—Interesting thought, do you think this will happen to us too? )
Fyr considers how much Arthur's facial features resembled those of the emperors of Raidar and Purian (according to Naera's portrait).
- ...what? Is this a joke? You should have read books earlier - to avoid going to jail and develop into a well-rounded person, but now you need preparation - training and prayers. Not books, not comics, not cartoons, not coloring books, not sculpting with plasticine, - she sighed heavily and buried her face in her hands. - Sometimes I wonder how she even lived to her age. But then I remember her origins and realize that the answer is obvious. Okay, let's go to that mercenary, I hope she's home.
Remembering that he himself was only training the maids, the Lord shrugged and led (or followed) Aiyano to the address they needed.
A knock on the right door caused it to open a moment later.

- Hello... Hmm, excuse me, but I'll say right away that I'm not interested in religious services.