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The seemingly timid queen of straw listened to the empty words with a Terminator-like expression and deemed it unnecessary to respond, waiting for her transport to arrive at the next destination.
– How boring... – the stranger narrowed her eyes. The Knight in pants and helmet immediately waved his hands.
– No, no, I can't handle her anymore.
The stranger thoughtfully examined Saki, wiped an incomprehensible liquid from her lower lip, and, out of boredom, began a long monologue:
– You have a good body. It's a pity you have as much emotion as a log. Otherwise, you would have been a worthy student at the Academy of Beauty, Body, and Manners. External attractiveness, intelligence, and noble talents are the true values of the Kaishi. You were clearly deprived of some of them, but this can be corrected. If our Academy can't do it, then Doria will definitely handle such a student. It is only impossible to forge a worthy member of society from a monster. My name is Sirin, and I am the third among the graduates of the Academy of Beauty, Body, and Manners from last year. I was tasked with bringing the light of truth to the lands of Eastern Aldrick... but the Brown Banner decided otherwise.
– I'm not sure she's interested, – noted the Knight in pants and helmet.
– I'm bored. But she's really not the best conversationalist. Initially, I was captured by the main detachment of Osgold Rona himself. They... showed me a patriarchal model of power in a very un-academic way. Unlike you, I was conscious, and there were more people there. I probably wouldn't have lasted long if someone hadn't decided to send me as a gift to Captain Remar Vuln. By the standards of the Brown Banner, he is a very gentle and understanding commander. In other words... we both got very lucky. Especially you. These Knights hate priestesses with a dark, intense hatred, and when they don't have real carriers of divine poison in their hands... someone has to replace them.
– How did your tattoo survive that night of revelry? – suddenly asked the Knight in helmet and pants.
– It only remained on my arms... what a loss... it was a gift from my mentor... – Sirin was clearly saddened.
– I don't know why it's needed, but I sympathize, – nodded the Knight.
Meanwhile, Captain Remar Vuln and his subordinates continued their slow movement in a direction unknown to Saki.