☀️ Arselia and Akonia

—It seems logical. Hmm, I would probably vote for the contest entries, —the semi-count exchanged glances with Sanex, —but aren't we a bit early for that?

- Well, yes... It's a bit early.

A trio unfamiliar to Klin enters the room designated for the contest: a stern-looking young man, his green-haired companion of indeterminate gender, and an attractive girl:

- Are you sure you don't want to submit Sonata? For the contest, I mean. You're quite good at it.
- I'm sure. If my abilities turn out to be insufficient, or if the local critics lack a sense of beauty and cannot appreciate its magnificence, and my work doesn't take first place, then I will damage its reputation. I cannot allow that in any case.
- I think you're overcomplicating things. Don't you think so, Iraola?
- Yes, Master Midorik! Truth lies in sincerity!
- Damn, my name is Riikumera... - With longing and sympathy in her eyes, the girl patted her companion on the head. - When will you remember...?