☀️ Arselia and Akonia

-- An uneducated nobleman, and a bookish knight who became a grandmaster, yet still lives by the principles from a two-volume book about a cunning hidalgo... Yes, in my homeland, both of us would be ridiculed, -- the Fury said with a modest smile. -- But that's okay, it just means we need to improve ourselves, quickly and decisively, keeping pace with our responsibilities, correcting all our shortcomings. You will receive a proper education befitting a nobleman, and I will reconcile the picture of reality with my ideals, bringing them into alignment.

Klinu wanted to respond to this inspiring conclusion, but nothing equally touching came to mind, so he simply decided to keep these inspiring words in his soul, now cleansed of the blue hue.
—It turned out well. —instead, he switched to the dictated message that had been rewritten. —Perhaps a little too detailed, but at least everything is clear and to the point, so Her Majesty won't have to bother with it often.
After receiving the grandmaster's signature, he seals the message with a carnelian seal and sends it via email to the designated recipient.

However, his night didn't end there, and for some time, the village secretary devoted himself to entering the recruits' application forms into the database, then sending their documents to the registration bureau in the capital, rewriting bank accounts for sending salaries, preparing envelopes with keys to the gate and badges with carnelian symbols, arranging insurance, and requesting a tax statement. After that, he requested a recalculation of the rent for the temporary headquarters, replacing the destroyed living space with common areas, entered the new portrait of the order members into the registry, and put a sad question mark regarding the contents of the safe.

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—I'm sorry that I kept you up so late. —he says to Sanex, unlocking the door of the dwelling under the dawn's rays at [57-2]. —It was already a long day, and then we had to sort things out until almost morning...
First, the death knight recalls with a strange sadness that he will no longer be able to spend this night without sleep. And then he realizes that they only had one bedroom, because the undead didn't need one, which slightly embarrasses him. —Hmm... Well, then good night. —smiling, he wishes his companion, preparing to settle down for a nap on the living room couch.