🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Kamistella smiled. She always knew that she could rely on the depressed Enlil artist. "There are many ideas, but the main thing is not to harm Kimchilla in the process of implementing them," the Lunarian remarked. "I really want to expose the dark side of these self-proclaimed 'scientists,' whom the church's dungeons are probably crying for, but there is no time to gather information, so, alas. What if you paint a portrait of Kimchilla, and I create something for it... ah, there's no time for that either: the fans of scientific progress have already come to her house. The only thing left to do is to go to her and talk. If it doesn't work, at least we'll have tried. If it does, that's great. In any case, Kimchilla loves flattery and doesn't suffer from self-flagellation. We need to convince her that she is better than some elusive dream of the king, which even the best minds of the kingdom cannot comprehend! That trying to adapt to something unknown will only repeat the story of the king's indifference and finally plunge her into the abyss of depression. I know how to speak beautifully, and you know how to speak without offending, directly. Together, we should achieve something! Maybe we'll get lucky... and the 'scientists' are there for another reason, and we'll just drop in... for tea. Although I don't believe in such luck. That's the idea, Mr. Phainéant." In reality, Kamistella didn't really understand how to convince Kimchilla. Besides, there was a chance that the woman from the store had already done something to her.