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Oh, here we go again... every banquet is the same! She's been told time and time again not to drink! But what choice does she have? At banquets, you have to drink, otherwise people will start asking even more awkward questions than usual.
Unfortunately, I don't remember what Lord Camistell's virility was like, but since the sensations didn't break through the haze of intoxication in her mind... it means things are not good. So, that's why the Lunarians need Scrymes... it all makes sense now!
Since Druj apparently left, Camistella tidied herself up and returned to the others. Luckily, the weak men had their own advantages. They didn't tear their clothes with their powerful hands just to show off their strength. As they say, it could be much worse.
So, Cami finds another conversationalist. It turns out to be Phainant. Question: why? Answer: to finally sober up from his tediousness and stuffiness.
– Don't you think, Mr. Phainant, that even with that royal failure, there's much more meaning in your life than in mine? – the Lunarian began the conversation depressively. – You are a creator, albeit a sensitive one. And I... I'm just an addition to the Lane family, and I'm even forbidden to drink at work, where I have to drink constantly. What am I getting at... so what if one person, thinking for himself, rejected your painting? He's not an artist; he can't paint. But you are a maestro. Why torture yourself with other people's complex desires? Especially when you weren't punished for the failure...
Of course, there was no more meaning in this conversation than in a spontaneous meeting with a rich weakling... but Camistella is a rather peculiar Lunarian. However, she wasn't in danger of dying from shock at any moment.
Unfortunately, I don't remember what Lord Camistell's virility was like, but since the sensations didn't break through the haze of intoxication in her mind... it means things are not good. So, that's why the Lunarians need Scrymes... it all makes sense now!
Since Druj apparently left, Camistella tidied herself up and returned to the others. Luckily, the weak men had their own advantages. They didn't tear their clothes with their powerful hands just to show off their strength. As they say, it could be much worse.
So, Cami finds another conversationalist. It turns out to be Phainant. Question: why? Answer: to finally sober up from his tediousness and stuffiness.
– Don't you think, Mr. Phainant, that even with that royal failure, there's much more meaning in your life than in mine? – the Lunarian began the conversation depressively. – You are a creator, albeit a sensitive one. And I... I'm just an addition to the Lane family, and I'm even forbidden to drink at work, where I have to drink constantly. What am I getting at... so what if one person, thinking for himself, rejected your painting? He's not an artist; he can't paint. But you are a maestro. Why torture yourself with other people's complex desires? Especially when you weren't punished for the failure...
Of course, there was no more meaning in this conversation than in a spontaneous meeting with a rich weakling... but Camistella is a rather peculiar Lunarian. However, she wasn't in danger of dying from shock at any moment.