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-- You have skepticism regarding the armor, Alaria? -- remarked the redhead as the Tanarsian woman began to philosophize to herself. -- Well, that's why I said, 'dream on.' There's no point discussing a protective device whose principle of operation hasn't even been invented yet, only a few hypotheses exist ) But if it works out the way I want, the armor's adaptability will be supernatural; we'll just need to accumulate more mass, and then with skillful management of it, any enemy move could be rendered ineffective. I mean, for example... One of the most dangerous ultimate attacks I can imagine is forced teleportation. If a mage distorts the very space around a victim, even magic immunity might not save the latter from being pulled into a portal and a cruel death in a thickness of underground magma, but in the armor I described, you could simply sacrifice a piece of accumulated mass and avoid such an assault with little effort. Although, of course, even then no absolute guarantees can be made, but that's why I've always believed that speed is actually more important than durability; armor is for when you've blundered with your own attack, attention to surroundings, or escape, and have to deal with the consequences, -- she winked.
— Well, you've admitted yourself that even in an ideal scenario where absolutely everything works as it should, mass is not infinite, and to defend against some techniques you'll have to expend it. Not to mention that you could simply be caught off guard, — the girl spread her hands, — even the variant you described doesn't quite achieve total invulnerability, in its most optimistic form. However, regarding speed, I agree with you. I myself once, for that reason among others, abandoned restrictive full plate armor.
-- Well, here we go again, getting down to specifics: if this project gets support, then in ten years a new type of instant mail could become widespread in Velfern. A concept intended primarily for military use. It would be able to travel even to the most remote regions of the country, and at any moment reach a city and contact someone for work... With you, for example. )
- Well, aren't those some questions... Hopefully, we'll still be alive in ten years, with our lifestyle, - Beata chuckled.
- And you're an optimist, - Guyon snorted.
- And I am an optimist, I have a ton of plans! Firstly, - she began to count on her fingers, - to live with Guyosha happily ever after.
- Oh, on that our plans align.
- Secondly. I'm shocked myself, but maybe we'll restore Phantasmagoria, expand it - let there be both a theater and a circus. That is, if the performance goes well. But I want to help the cultural life of Margel! Most likely, I'll fight my way to being the director of that bacchanalia, if I don't get bored halfway through.
- Don't worry, if you get bored, I'll be there to make sure you don't slack off.
- Some comfort, damn it... Thirdly, everyone knows XXX? I think it's very wrong that we have such an establishment only for one half of humanity, so I'm thinking of opening its kind twin brother - YYY, which will serve only women! - she showed her grandiose plan, written in her diary.
- What kind of cook am I... - Guyon sighed, - Take Alaria instead.
- I can't take Alaria, she'll have her own pastry shop! But we can buy desserts from her and support her business.
- Thought of everything, - the swordsman snorted sarcastically.
- You bet! Well, if I get tired of running the circus and YYY, I can always go traveling! And no, Guyosh, not like before. I've reconsidered my views on life; I'll be dispensing kindness and imposing justice!
- Why in this scenario are you speaking about yourself in the singular?
- Well, uh...
- Do you seriously think you'll weasel out of me? You need someone to stop you from the really stupid adventures.
- And someone needs to keep an eye on you too, so you don't get another injury or something worse... It's a deal, if we take off on a trip, we go together.
- That's settled.
- And if we don't take off?
- I think I'll continue my medical career, - Guyon smiled dreamily. - I think I've found my calling. Maybe I'll even pick up some psychotherapy skills.
- You're good at it, yeah, - Beata nodded.
- But generally, ten years is a very long time, a lot can change.
- Well, roughly speaking. And roughly, it would be something like that.
—If I may answer my own question... Then by that time I'd like to be 'alive and well'. —those who understood knew what the knight meant. —Also... I hope at that time I'll be in my homeland. It's unlikely that in less than one generation Cridear will return to its former state, but if we at least have a small peaceful settlement, that will be enough for my soul. Well, thirdly, it would be nice to see not just myself, but all of us together ten years from now. Like a class reunion, only a reunion of the Cridearians or something like that. That would be a good and pleasant ending, or rather 'continuation' of this divine comedy. As for the probabilities, hopes-despairs, and doubts about the realization of such a bright picture against the bombardment of unmanned airships tomorrow morning, I'll leave that to Mother Goddess, — no need to add pessimism to this evening.
— I promise you, Clin, that I will visit you regularly even outside of such 'Cridearian reunions', — the warrior woman wanted to ruffle the knight's hair, but she feared knocking his crown askew and instead just patted him on the shoulder.
"Got it, so you are a vampire after all, Blade... The Crown 👑 is an artifact for protection from the sun, and your constant donor is Sanexa. In Calcite, it was probably Alaria... Yes, most likely that traumatic experience stems from there, no wonder you both tell so little about it. I also wish you life and health."
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- I want to travel to every region of the empire, - Kilika finally answered, - after all, rumors and letters on paper are nothing compared to the actual landscapes, smells, people, and everything else. Well, then, in about ten years or so, I'll probably own my own cozy little house somewhere in the vicinity of Margel and live there with my husband and three, or even five, children. There.