🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

For a moment, Camistella wondered what would happen if she decided to complain to the Protector about such a decision, especially considering the suspiciously large number of employees who agreed with it on the very first day after the change in management. However, her logic quickly led her to the discouraging conclusion that she would only receive a response from Druzh's genitals, and even then, it would be a slap in the face. Kimchilla was far away, and his hands were now free. Nothing good awaited Camistella, nor other enemies of the wealthy restaurant owner, such as the owner of "Symphony of Happiness." The only way out was Druzh's death, but there was also no gold for an assassin. Besides, she needed not just any assassin, but one who knew how to steal women's underwear! "You're about as useful as my parents," Camistella replied to Nebos, implying the complete absence of any role these very parents played in her life. They existed somewhere... but they clearly had no intention of helping. Not even showing up in person! Right now, she could drink a bottle of wine... two bottles... three bottles... four bottles... five bottles... six bottles... seven bottles... an infinite number of bottles... Oh, Akonia, why did Kimchilla need to go on a round-the-world trip right now, and why didn't the archmage find another time to die from the sword of some black knight? "A-ha-ha-ha... and yet I am still the queen... a queen without subjects... a-ha-ha-ha!" After laughing her fill, Camistella went to visit Phainiant.