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What passion! What grace! What superiority over a mere mortal being of flesh and blood! What a powerful "bonk"! A squad of fierce, battle-hardened women with frying pans could have stopped an undead invasion without magic or cyclops! The Scryme probably got a good bump on his head! But he was lucky... as were all the participants in this little game. If the frying pan hadn't worked... it's better not to think about what would have happened. Camistella sincerely cheered for the successful escape of Lady Goods, and, praise Akonia, it happened. But, alas, the Lunarian also managed to escape, depriving her fellow tribeswoman of a fun spectacle. On the other hand... the Guild of Wonders is proud of the magical endeavors of the inhabitants of Asuguh!
But the last two participants didn't disappoint. The unpreparedness and weakness of the housewife seemed a bit boring to Camistella, but the priestess of Nanai fully lived up to her considerable experience in serving the most hospitable faith in the world. She truly has... an enduring female body. It seems capable of draining two Scrymes dry, and then, as if nothing had happened, she goes off to catch all the men she can reach. Perhaps this is even too much, something on the verge of becoming a beast rather than a rational being. But what a spectacle it was! The powerful snakes of the Scrymes enter... ah! Beautiful!
– Excellent game! Everyone did great! – Camistella clapped her hands. – So, we have a draw. A worthy result for both sides.
Ask Camistella if she would trade her joyful adventures for blood, violence, and mushroom soup... the answer would probably be negative.
But the last two participants didn't disappoint. The unpreparedness and weakness of the housewife seemed a bit boring to Camistella, but the priestess of Nanai fully lived up to her considerable experience in serving the most hospitable faith in the world. She truly has... an enduring female body. It seems capable of draining two Scrymes dry, and then, as if nothing had happened, she goes off to catch all the men she can reach. Perhaps this is even too much, something on the verge of becoming a beast rather than a rational being. But what a spectacle it was! The powerful snakes of the Scrymes enter... ah! Beautiful!
– Excellent game! Everyone did great! – Camistella clapped her hands. – So, we have a draw. A worthy result for both sides.
Ask Camistella if she would trade her joyful adventures for blood, violence, and mushroom soup... the answer would probably be negative.