Nariya frowned.
- If a princess and the beloved daughter desires peace between warring factions, her aspiration should not be suppressed, but rather encouraged. However, this is not the case. Until the current conflicts subside, stay away from him and those like him, alright? If I were a tyrannical parent, I would have confined you to the castle under strict guard, surrounded by high stone walls, spiritual barriers, and the best warriors in the land...
- And you know what, considering the success of this tournament, why not build a proper arena here, instead of one conjured up by mages in a hurry, and name it after him? It will serve as a reminder that this person was in Anuzish.
- Uh, - Matthias, who didn't participate in the battle, didn't understand, - I understand, Miko-sama, I'll keep that in mind...
- I mean... what was her name? Satania-sama?... - Ayaano gazed at the sky with a furrowed brow, desperately trying to remember the name from the fight. - Stalia? Stallia? Something like that. No offense, Matthias-kun, but I hope you understand, - she nodded importantly. - After all, as the organizer, it's important for you to understand the correct conditions for implementing your project.
- Ayaano-sama!, - Ahulia pressed her face against the princess's chest, - I was ready to die for you, but when I saw that brute attack you...
- Maybe we could have given some kind of reward for all this, - Kleona quipped.
Azarina, meanwhile, silently thought that she died too often and that she needed to do it as rarely as possible. - I'm sorry... I didn't think it would turn out like this... It was supposed to be a fun event among friends, with small bets.
- Ahuli... If the enemy had focused on you, we wouldn't be talking right now... because the enemy would be rotting in the graveyard, and I would be waiting for my natural death for half of the next century
to finally reunite with you, - she paused and nodded to everyone. - And the same goes for you...
- Maybe we could have given some kind of reward for all this, - Kleona quipped.
Azarina, meanwhile, silently thought that she died too often and that she needed to do it as rarely as possible.
Ayaano silently hands Azarina magnificent paints.
- Your Grace, ⛩️ - is now my favorite symbol forever, - he says to Ayaano. - Perhaps this was the most soulful support-damage build I've ever seen in my life. Without your support, this event would have ended in a completely different and much more disastrous outcome.