🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Asmidul was, of course, more well-read than the average Asugush vagrant, but he could only imagine Elysian dragons, Aconian apostles, and moon goddesses as ephemeral, fairytale characters – deciding that perhaps it was for the best.

“Whether it’s fiction or not, I wouldn’t have thought I’d feel even a little pity for the twice-deceased Nephilites! Although, of course, that’s silly: they probably wouldn’t feel the same way about a lump of flesh.” He paused for a moment, looking at the ominous black knight, before finally turning away from the painting. “And thank you for the advice! I will definitely remember it on my future travels. After all, having lived such a life that you can then enjoy creative peace in your memories is definitely something to aspire to.” He hesitated for a moment before asking: “Hmm, excuse me for another question, Ais, but have you ever been acquainted with our king?”

Ushumgallu orders wine and a steak.
-- And is it not too expensive? I enrolled in university today – there, of course, I will have to spend a considerable amount of time, but it’s free, and there’s no need to rush, right? -- He took a sip of wine, casually leaning back in his chair. -- There are only four courses, but the military craft is the most important. And, of course, I visited the library; they even gave me another diary. What else do we have here, a publishing house, a market, other shops?