🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

The expert items were of a whimsical design – pink with white polka dots, black with pink hearts, green and white stripes, white with a blue bow, completely white, and so on. The wardrobe itself was half elegant and half casual – you could find something that a graceful aristocrat might wear, as well as something that could easily be seen on random female residents of Asugukh. Accessories were similar – there were both expensive-looking pieces and handmade trinkets that could be bought at the market in Sizki for one rem. Perhaps the owner of the house either had no idea of the value of things or simply didn't care about them. There were stuffed toys – a piglet, a shark, a dolphin, a teacher, a caterpillar, a kawaii centipede. The food, most likely, disappeared along with the flowers and plants that were previously around the house. Judging by the books on the shelves, she was interested in fairy tales, 13+ novels, "do-it-yourself" guides, biology, astronomy, and various random subjects.

- And how do you "direct ships onto reefs"? Do you telepathically send commands to the captains "where to go"? - Erika might have laughed in a different situation, but she wasn't in the mood for laughter...

- You could say that, but it's probably more accurate to say that I influence their fate. And maybe, in some way, the weather too.

- For example, "send Calcite to the bottom"?

- Calcite is too large and is part of an entire continent; even the Mistress would find it difficult, especially since she hasn't fully awakened yet.

- Thank you. I haven't gone beyond that yet... Oh, I remembered! I need to invite someone for a walk. But only... it won't be very romantic in a frontline city...

- Ho-ho! Beyond that, it depends on the character of your companion, which you need to determine in advance! Some might find a walk boring, while others will enjoy it very much, oh my! But the most important thing is, - the guy frees his hand from hers, - don't expect much in these parts if you're not willing to spend some money, ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!

That night, nothing happened between Camistella and the Scraims.

While Camistella was spending time in the land of dreams, Phainant was chatting with Bibis and Bivis. - Strange creature, - the green one poured another mug of Calcite beer into himself, - I thought we wouldn't get anything out of it, and that we could only grab it by force, but look at that. - You have many more such discoveries ahead of you, my dear friend! - The artist also took a sip of beer, ate a piece of meat skewered on a knife, and patted the Scraim on the head, - I am absolutely sure that right now, some ordinary Asugukh guy is melancholically dreaming about holding hands with his one and only, while the hateful newcomers like you two are doing to her what you just did to Cami. Or even better - it is quite possible that this very one and only is Cami. She is a popular lady, and while the crowds of Asugukh people are independently growing their pods, the object of their adoration is in your hands. And for some, this makes the pods grow even faster. - I don't understand human society, - said the black Scraim with a touch of sadness, - I won't give up my grandmother, she's mine, and whoever tries to lay hands on her will get an axe to the face. - They don't belong to anyone! They are the property of society, hahaha! - A-ha-ha, - the artist laughed, - I think some country has already tried something like that. - Boss, why aren't you with us? - Bibis wondered. - This isn't the first time. - We've discussed this a hundred times. They don't appeal to me or my best friend either. - You're weird. Camistella was ready to begin the march to Karin...

- Scavenged goods... Severed heads are great, only when they're not yours. By the way, do you have any diaries?

- Better skulls. Heads are not very sanitary. Which one do you want, a regular one?