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I wish I could dream about the Grove instead of all this... Some people think the whole world is against them, some are trying to steal other people's underwear in the name of the king, some are limited in their vocabulary, some are watching the course of history without participating in it, citing great deeds, some are killing 18-year-olds, some are continuing to plunge Anush into the abyss of war, some are going crazy from experiments, some are having an interesting time with their shield, and some... just want to live peacefully with a mountain of money, a few lovers, and a powerful ability to cast spells. It only takes a couple of weeks to be convinced of the undeniable truth: dare to be insolent, and this cruel, merciless world will turn you into dust. But first, it will steal your underwear. Luckily, Camistella doesn't wear underwear...
The farewell walk really dragged on a bit.
“Someday, our beautiful city will become peaceful and safe,” Camistella sighed. “When will you set off, Lady Kimchilla? I will definitely come to see you off.”
She decided not to ask about the documents for the lunar mansion. It would be impolite. Besides, Kimchilla remembers everything perfectly well.