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Genza stares at the sheet of paper for a long time, then at the woman's face, then back at the paper, then back at the face, trying to discern a hint of mockery or some other emotion.
- Hmm... I don't quite understand how this is supposed to help us with the black can situation. It feels like I'm being asked to do someone else's homework. Or maybe it's like a journalistic interview – but usually, those are done with some kind of framework, - he squints suspiciously. - No offense, but this is getting stranger and stranger by the minute.
- What we're getting into now is a very dangerous undertaking, especially for me, as I'm the organizer, so I think it's necessary for us to know in advance whether we can trust each other in this matter. If you want, you can also ask me some questions, and I will try to answer them.
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– Logically, they should greatly revere Her Majesty Lunamaria, but personally, she rather... scares me. Empress Naria, being a goddess, was human, which cannot be said about her daughter, in whom everything speaks of the fact that she is not of this world, if you understand what I mean, Phainant, – Camistella cautiously looked around, as if fearing that the demigoddess would hear her bold words. – A Scrye proposal? You know how to intrigue, Phainant. What are we talking about?