🔥 Иказкан -> Тезот

- The most beautiful? - The returning sword speaks up and looks at the elm again. - All my eye sees is the queen of psychosis. First, work on your aesthetics, and then make such grand statements. - He turns to Ucon. - But she is right about one thing - the squabbles of mortals beyond Ikazkan are none of our business.

- You cut quickly. But you have a keen eye. This is definitely our lifelong struggle; you can never have too much aesthetics, - contrary to Ucon's expectations, the little one didn't argue with the toothpick but smiled in response; the warrior could almost read her thoughts - probably related to her attitude towards such expertise from someone whose aesthetics she would hardly rate even a few points. Or maybe there was no such thought, and he simply attributed it to her, having long given up on her wild manners.

- I understand, - she replies to the sword. - It's not that I expected anything else, but it seemed worthwhile to voice what I learned. I hope these squabbles will still remain outside... Let's go, - she takes the "child" by the hand. - We've spent enough time with these esteemed individuals.
- Where? I wanted to...
- Not yet. - An even more lifeless face than usual said this in a tone that made her feel like she was in a trap with a stone press slowly and inexorably descending from the ceiling of the room, the door to the exit of which was firmly locked, no matter how hard she pulled the handle. - We'll figure it out.
- Bye-bye! - Chernika managed to blurt out to the residents of the upper levels as she was dragged away. - Thinking about it, the outfit is still cool…

A little further down the slope, Ucon finally stops and, given the difference in height, kneels, fixing his bloodshot eyes on the eyes behind the glasses.
- I've told you this before - behave properly, - he finally says in a tone that would make the dead shiver in their graves. - But you don't care, do you? You think you can always get away with it? You're wrong. The world doesn't revolve around you. If even one "not so good" person crosses your path, your journey is over. Do you understand? This is not a dungeon, but a civilization. Sooner or later - someone will bash your head in.
Chernika was taken aback and almost choked on her indignation:
- She asked, and I answered honestly! Was I supposed to lie? Is that the essence of your town - to deceive everyone for mutual comfort?
After a pause, Ucon replies:
- No, that's not the point. Fortunately for you, she is not cruel, and her companion is not a maniac. But what worked once will not work every time. Everyone has flaws, bad emotions, life difficulties, - he takes her head in his hand. - Even if I wanted to, I could take your head, and... - his fingers twitch with a squeezing movement.
- And? - her gaze burns him in response, confident that this conflict will be resolved in her favor, not his.
Once again - for the umpteenth, fiftieth, hundredth time? - he is amazed by her audacity:
- And nothing. If you don't listen to me this time, our so-called "agreement" will be canceled unilaterally, - Ucon stands up to his full height, turning away from the little one. - I didn't sign anything, and I don't owe you anything; if you don't like it, go to the lottery.

Leaving her behind, he clenches his fists and stomps towards the Warriors.

- What an ugly creature! - Chernika says to no one. Demonstratively turning onto the other path, she angrily stomps towards the hot spring.