☀️ Arselia and Akonia

-- Then I congratulate you on joining, Arivelle. I'm here, -- his gaze shifted to the scene where Anpan was probably standing. -- I was asked to give you a tour of the headquarters, so I'll show you everything. This is especially important if you're interested in a room: since we don't have a Castle yet, our home remains here, not far from this unfinished scene.

- Welcome to the team, - Beata said with restraint. Noticing that the Lunar Elf was silent and not overflowing with enthusiasm, she decided to increase the pressure. The poor thing is probably overwhelmed by everything that's happening.
Giyon nodded in greeting. Light Lunar Elves, despite their obvious similarity to Dark Lunar Elves, were still different enough that he wasn't bothered by the presence of one of them on the team. Although... He remembered the awkward moment when he had thought that the deceased Empress Linalin was from Upper Lunaria all this time, and only this morning, while they were preparing for the performance, he sat down to rest, read her obituary, and noticed that she was from Lower Lunaria. Perhaps his traumatized brain simply refused to accept reality and accept that the Emperor's wife and the mother of the current Empress belonged to the same race as the creatures that had tormented and humiliated him. Of course, it's unfair to lump all Dark Lunar Elves together, but he didn't have many examples to the contrary. That group of tipsy girlfriends that he and Beata had scammed with the dancer costume? The mercenaries who were taking him from bandits to Lower Lunaria were like nuns compared to them. Aria? A stern woman with a stone face, at least she didn't undress him with her gaze. Keliandra? A flighty bitch, next to whom Beata seemed like a model of calmness and restraint. The Dark Lunar Elves still had a lot of work to do to improve their reputation in Giyon's eyes, but he was ready to appreciate and accept their efforts.

-- In my opinion, the life of a Knight is full of dignity, but everyone has their own path, especially if you are not ready to let you go at the Academy of Magic of Margel. I'm sure you already have many friends and proper glory there - but now you have friends here too. We will always be glad to see you.

A couple of them nodded vigorously in confirmation of the boss's words.

Secondly... How do I put this? -- the redhead blushed a little. -- Okay, I'm not sure. There's just another worthy temporary vacancy that has arisen because our maid will soon need a vacation. If you, with your exceptional love of cleanliness, wouldn't mind using this to increase your pay for a while, then keep it in mind, but if not, then that's fine too, maybe my love for optimizing talents is too strong, that's why I thought about it.

Giyon didn't specify that Astellia would not be harmed by an assistant right now, especially with the heavy lifting, but he decided not to dwell on her pregnancy and simply nodded approvingly.

Sanex and Klin approach the circus performers.

- Good afternoon! Sanex, right? I'm Beata, and this is my fiancé, Giyon. Nice to meet you.
- ...we seem to have woken you up with our shouts a few days ago 😅 Sorry.

- Your Excellency! - Beata immediately switched to Klin, cheerfully curtsying, and pronounced his new title with some sadistic pleasure. - Why didn't you say that you weren't exactly fresh all this time? Garret, for example, is an alien... - Beata paused because Garret had been given a coming-out ceremony in front of everyone, but not everyone was aware of the status of Erefir and, presumably, Alaria, but Klin could well guess what she wanted to name a couple more names.
- And I... - Giyon smiled and waved his hand. He also didn't want to talk about his status as a former sex toy to everyone, but Klin could well guess what bandit and slave he was talking about, remember the reaction of the sweet couple, and put two and two together.
- So you would fit in perfectly, - the circus performer grinned. - By the way, we collected some money for you. A whole bunch. Here!
She steps aside, revealing a pile of coins on the table. But with a gesture, she points to a small handful of six rems, lying separately, and grins nastily.
- Beata, six is not a bunch, - Giyon sighed with the classic expression "She's doing something stupid, and I'm ashamed."
- Oh, right, sorry.
Beata adds another coin.
- Seven is not a bunch either...
- How is it not a bunch? We figured out that seven is definitely a bunch! Before that, it was unclear, but seven is definitely a bunch!
- Beata, seven coconuts are a bunch, but with coins, it's a little different...
- It's a complicated math. The numbers are the same. Why are seven coconuts a bunch, but seven coins are not a bunch?
- Because physics comes into play here, - Giyon sighed.
- I'm not familiar with that lady, - Beata smirked.
- It shows. I remember you trying to crack open that pile of coconuts, - he snorted.
- Well, what, is it my fault that all we had to eat at that time was a pile of coconuts!
- And then you wonder why I have stomach problems...
- It wasn't on purpose!
Beata realizes that their playful banter has dragged on.
- Okay, Klin, I'm kidding, there are 4229 rems here, we're thinking of giving you three thousand, the rest will go to Margel, but we're not sure how to donate - to you personally or to take everything to the SRI, and then they will have a headache.