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If Kamistella caught a mushroom right now... oh, she would be so unlucky! She would fall into a bottomless abyss, from which no one ever returns! Or, at the very least, she wouldn't come out dry...
Anuzish is a world of alternative logic. Beautiful things are rarely even looked at here, but people eagerly chase after the ugly. If you want something, it will never happen to you, and if you don't want it, you won't even have time to count to three before it's already here!
It seems it's time to introduce a new duty for the servants... however, knowing Kamistella's luck, the servants probably haven't gone far from the bodyguard and best friend. But at least they clearly valued each other's company. Strangely enough, that's already better than nothing. They can at least be classified as "busy." It's a stretch, but it's possible.
With such gloomy thoughts, Kamistella comes to the conclusion that her best acquisition is a wooden horse. Indeed, inanimate objects are excellent conversationalists! They never argue and do what is needed! So, she should have studied the techniques of creating constructs and golems, and not this elemental magic!
– Fools! – Kamistella muttered to herself. – You don't even notice the beautiful, even when it's within arm's reach!
After this reproach addressed to all the men she knew and didn't know, the Lunarian took off her dress and pounced on the horse with such passion, as if it were not a piece of wood skillfully crafted by a master, but some wonderful hybrid of a Scrymage and a Black Knight. Kamistella didn't even bother to close the door or somehow restrain her cries. Half of the mansion was doomed to listen to her moans, and someone particularly curious could even observe the process.
And so the day ended, because Kamistella rode until she was completely exhausted and fell asleep right on the horse.
Anuzish is a world of alternative logic. Beautiful things are rarely even looked at here, but people eagerly chase after the ugly. If you want something, it will never happen to you, and if you don't want it, you won't even have time to count to three before it's already here!
It seems it's time to introduce a new duty for the servants... however, knowing Kamistella's luck, the servants probably haven't gone far from the bodyguard and best friend. But at least they clearly valued each other's company. Strangely enough, that's already better than nothing. They can at least be classified as "busy." It's a stretch, but it's possible.
With such gloomy thoughts, Kamistella comes to the conclusion that her best acquisition is a wooden horse. Indeed, inanimate objects are excellent conversationalists! They never argue and do what is needed! So, she should have studied the techniques of creating constructs and golems, and not this elemental magic!
– Fools! – Kamistella muttered to herself. – You don't even notice the beautiful, even when it's within arm's reach!
After this reproach addressed to all the men she knew and didn't know, the Lunarian took off her dress and pounced on the horse with such passion, as if it were not a piece of wood skillfully crafted by a master, but some wonderful hybrid of a Scrymage and a Black Knight. Kamistella didn't even bother to close the door or somehow restrain her cries. Half of the mansion was doomed to listen to her moans, and someone particularly curious could even observe the process.
And so the day ended, because Kamistella rode until she was completely exhausted and fell asleep right on the horse.