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Boarding the train to Margel, the second part of the team soon learned about what had happened in Margel and Kridear. These news distressed Kanchan and Anpan the most. Although Gnilomud was not known for his caring nature, he decided to inquire about the latter's condition.
- Hey, little brother, you okay?
"Why Kridear, and not any other region of the empire? We have nothing there, just forests and mountains with family farms. Why not Luencia or Minjin? Not Subin or Lauria? And where was the imperial family all this time? What was the point of becoming part of the empire if they couldn't even fulfill their direct obligations to us. It turns out we were used as a bargaining chip. It's easy enough to suck taxes out of us, but when it comes to protecting us from their own enemy—that's suddenly beyond their power. So much for the great Welfern, the mighty empire, the dynasty of heroes. Does it mean that if I hadn't left my homeland in search of my own individual meaning of life, I would have also fallen victim to this madness? On one hand, one can lament the bad luck that the homeland became a target for weapons of mass destruction, but on the other, am I supposed to thank luck that this didn't happen while I was at home? Splendid, simply splendid. I would love to look into the eyes of those who first annexed and then held Kridear within the empire all this time. I wonder if they have a conscience, or is that a completely alien concept? There were so many people there, women and children, old folks. So much unrealized potential, so many shattered dreams, and for what? So that on the world map, Kridear would be in the colors of Welfern. So here it is, the meaning of life—the strong eat the weak, and that's it. In the shadow of this indisputable and horrific fact, any ideals and philosophical reflections are shattered to pieces. There was a country—and then it was gone. And what about its history and culture? They survived only in the minds of the few survivors like me, and a tiny bit in imperial textbooks and perhaps in the product assortment of some shops, but what of it? The victims can no longer be helped. The dead cannot be brought back to life. Families cannot be reunited. Familiar homes cannot be restored. Everything is gone, Kridear is no more. Only a void remains between Margel, Helm, Elysia, and Renn. Will anyone answer for this? Unlikely. You can be treated like an animal for a minor offense, while those who ruin the lives of thousands never bear responsibility. How can one believe in justice after this? At least there is Sonata. She is good. Beautiful, kind, smart, sweet, caring, educated, mysterious. I believe that if her face did not warm my heart right now, I would probably lie down under the rails or commit some rash act. But I didn't, for which I am grateful to her with all my heart. It's just a pity that she doesn't know how to choose friends as worthy as herself. Although, there is a certain poetic irony in this—against the backdrop of a low, hypocritical and slightly insane pseudo-priestess, the flawless Sonata Reim looks only more beautiful. It's strange that the priestess herself doesn't turn to ash like a vampire in the presence of the radiant Sonata. I only hope that she won't lie to her about me, otherwise it will end badly. But what if she does say something like that? That I'm some kind of scoundrel. I probably shouldn't worry about it, because unlike some, Sonata is wise and understanding. She and I are even somewhat similar in character, although I lack the life experience to approach her level, but that's alright. There is still time, and I will put all my strength into reaching the same heights where she dwells".
- Bro, hello!
- Ah, Hein, what do you want?
- Yeah, just forget it.
- "He's strange." - Anpan thought, watching his departing comrade. - "Although it's not surprising, he seems to get along well with the fallen priestess. Two peas in a pod, probably. If you think about it, of all of us, she communicated with him the most. They probably sleep together. I remember when I went to the toilet during the trip to Risserland, some strange sounds were coming from her compartment. They were definitely doing 'that'. I wouldn't be surprised if she does it with her parishioners too. And for money, no less. A terrible, mercenary, lustful woman; how can she not be ashamed to look at her reflection in the mirror or on the surface of the water? How do her ancestors feel, watching her nightly—and not only nightly—adventures? I hope that Sonata eventually stops associating with her. Otherwise, God forbid, Anuzish might be infected by her filth. That would be truly tragic. By the way, the fake priestess also apparently works part-time at a modeling agency. Well, it's all clear. She enjoys corrupting innocent minds and, at the same time, that various people of low morality use her to satisfy their animal needs. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Perhaps it's time for humanity to stop using the name of Akonia as a swear word and instead say Ayano. Ayano take you! Oh, go to Ayano! Ayano be with you! Ayano knows! You're such an Ayano! Uh-huh, sounds not bad. As if the name was given to her specifically for this purpose. Although, maybe it's better not to give her extra popularity. Nymphomaniacs obsessed with other people's attention like her would only profit from that. I should think about it".
Anpan uses 7560 exp to increase charisma by 24 (CHA: 440).
Kanchan, meanwhile, trying to distract himself from anxious thoughts, completely immersed himself in studying the mysterious Manuals for neophytes. He spends 3000 exp on studying Hardening and 1000 exp on the Mysterious White Liquid Shot.
- Hey, little brother, you okay?
"Why Kridear, and not any other region of the empire? We have nothing there, just forests and mountains with family farms. Why not Luencia or Minjin? Not Subin or Lauria? And where was the imperial family all this time? What was the point of becoming part of the empire if they couldn't even fulfill their direct obligations to us. It turns out we were used as a bargaining chip. It's easy enough to suck taxes out of us, but when it comes to protecting us from their own enemy—that's suddenly beyond their power. So much for the great Welfern, the mighty empire, the dynasty of heroes. Does it mean that if I hadn't left my homeland in search of my own individual meaning of life, I would have also fallen victim to this madness? On one hand, one can lament the bad luck that the homeland became a target for weapons of mass destruction, but on the other, am I supposed to thank luck that this didn't happen while I was at home? Splendid, simply splendid. I would love to look into the eyes of those who first annexed and then held Kridear within the empire all this time. I wonder if they have a conscience, or is that a completely alien concept? There were so many people there, women and children, old folks. So much unrealized potential, so many shattered dreams, and for what? So that on the world map, Kridear would be in the colors of Welfern. So here it is, the meaning of life—the strong eat the weak, and that's it. In the shadow of this indisputable and horrific fact, any ideals and philosophical reflections are shattered to pieces. There was a country—and then it was gone. And what about its history and culture? They survived only in the minds of the few survivors like me, and a tiny bit in imperial textbooks and perhaps in the product assortment of some shops, but what of it? The victims can no longer be helped. The dead cannot be brought back to life. Families cannot be reunited. Familiar homes cannot be restored. Everything is gone, Kridear is no more. Only a void remains between Margel, Helm, Elysia, and Renn. Will anyone answer for this? Unlikely. You can be treated like an animal for a minor offense, while those who ruin the lives of thousands never bear responsibility. How can one believe in justice after this? At least there is Sonata. She is good. Beautiful, kind, smart, sweet, caring, educated, mysterious. I believe that if her face did not warm my heart right now, I would probably lie down under the rails or commit some rash act. But I didn't, for which I am grateful to her with all my heart. It's just a pity that she doesn't know how to choose friends as worthy as herself. Although, there is a certain poetic irony in this—against the backdrop of a low, hypocritical and slightly insane pseudo-priestess, the flawless Sonata Reim looks only more beautiful. It's strange that the priestess herself doesn't turn to ash like a vampire in the presence of the radiant Sonata. I only hope that she won't lie to her about me, otherwise it will end badly. But what if she does say something like that? That I'm some kind of scoundrel. I probably shouldn't worry about it, because unlike some, Sonata is wise and understanding. She and I are even somewhat similar in character, although I lack the life experience to approach her level, but that's alright. There is still time, and I will put all my strength into reaching the same heights where she dwells".
- Bro, hello!
- Ah, Hein, what do you want?
- Yeah, just forget it.
- "He's strange." - Anpan thought, watching his departing comrade. - "Although it's not surprising, he seems to get along well with the fallen priestess. Two peas in a pod, probably. If you think about it, of all of us, she communicated with him the most. They probably sleep together. I remember when I went to the toilet during the trip to Risserland, some strange sounds were coming from her compartment. They were definitely doing 'that'. I wouldn't be surprised if she does it with her parishioners too. And for money, no less. A terrible, mercenary, lustful woman; how can she not be ashamed to look at her reflection in the mirror or on the surface of the water? How do her ancestors feel, watching her nightly—and not only nightly—adventures? I hope that Sonata eventually stops associating with her. Otherwise, God forbid, Anuzish might be infected by her filth. That would be truly tragic. By the way, the fake priestess also apparently works part-time at a modeling agency. Well, it's all clear. She enjoys corrupting innocent minds and, at the same time, that various people of low morality use her to satisfy their animal needs. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Perhaps it's time for humanity to stop using the name of Akonia as a swear word and instead say Ayano. Ayano take you! Oh, go to Ayano! Ayano be with you! Ayano knows! You're such an Ayano! Uh-huh, sounds not bad. As if the name was given to her specifically for this purpose. Although, maybe it's better not to give her extra popularity. Nymphomaniacs obsessed with other people's attention like her would only profit from that. I should think about it".
Anpan uses 7560 exp to increase charisma by 24 (CHA: 440).
Kanchan, meanwhile, trying to distract himself from anxious thoughts, completely immersed himself in studying the mysterious Manuals for neophytes. He spends 3000 exp on studying Hardening and 1000 exp on the Mysterious White Liquid Shot.