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The Priestess turns to Albrecht, fear in her eyes, and manages to utter only one word:
– Mistress...
Unfortunately, she clearly didn't plan to say anything more, making it impossible to determine which mistress she was referring to. In the kingdom, this title was usually used for Ceraria, but the Sorcerers also used it, and the Brown Banner might have followed their example.
Meanwhile, in "The True Empress":
There was no coffee in the capital, but there was wine with similar properties. That's what Juvenius was brought. Along with a luxurious fish pie and a seafood salad. Unfortunately, this didn't give Lord Am any experience, but the dinner dragged on, and there was a need to somehow spend the night. There's no home... Apparently, the street stalls are calling.
Meanwhile, with the mercenaries:
The loud voice of the northerner attracted the creature's attention, and it approached closer. Up close, Harold could see the following interesting fact: this creature had definitely recently gone through difficult times, as it was on the verge of exhaustion. Apparently, that's why it needed to drink someone strong dry. Just hunger, nothing personal.
– Too much blood... better someone smaller, – the creature decided, looking at Scufinson from all sides, after which it pounced on the nearest mercenary.
Arms, legs, and splashes of blood flew in different directions. Salitil grimaced slightly.
– Why him, and not me?! – disappointed sighs were heard.
Unfortunately, only one person could commit suicide today.
– Mistress...
Unfortunately, she clearly didn't plan to say anything more, making it impossible to determine which mistress she was referring to. In the kingdom, this title was usually used for Ceraria, but the Sorcerers also used it, and the Brown Banner might have followed their example.
Meanwhile, in "The True Empress":
There was no coffee in the capital, but there was wine with similar properties. That's what Juvenius was brought. Along with a luxurious fish pie and a seafood salad. Unfortunately, this didn't give Lord Am any experience, but the dinner dragged on, and there was a need to somehow spend the night. There's no home... Apparently, the street stalls are calling.
Meanwhile, with the mercenaries:
The loud voice of the northerner attracted the creature's attention, and it approached closer. Up close, Harold could see the following interesting fact: this creature had definitely recently gone through difficult times, as it was on the verge of exhaustion. Apparently, that's why it needed to drink someone strong dry. Just hunger, nothing personal.
– Too much blood... better someone smaller, – the creature decided, looking at Scufinson from all sides, after which it pounced on the nearest mercenary.
Arms, legs, and splashes of blood flew in different directions. Salitil grimaced slightly.
– Why him, and not me?! – disappointed sighs were heard.
Unfortunately, only one person could commit suicide today.