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Having finished with her urgent matters, Sarnissa glanced briefly at the departing mercenary, and nodded to Iwamoto: "You'll make an excellent treasurer. Don't forget to collect your winnings." Then, she greeted the arriving Randel: "How are you resting, sir mercenary? Please, two tickets, as a gift from our humble organization." After that, she bowed and headed towards the "Black Heart." After meeting with a potential employer, her mood noticeably worsened, and even the new talisman didn't bring her as much joy. She remembered the recent battle and the man who had so easily taken her life. Then, she remembered the anti-magic barrier installed in the palace of Raelisia, the prison, when Asanmir acquired his true powers. The stark contrast between Ertheia and her native Lapistia, both technologically, economically, and politically, could not fail to cause anxious concerns. Sarnissa recalled her first trip to Nozenrot. She had assumed that ordinary mortals would treat her like a strange deity, but reality differed greatly from even her wildest assumptions. Not only she, who was not the weakest of her kind, but many of Sarnissa's other kin could only boast of some superiority in the physical realm, but often significantly lagged behind the technological inventions of the local inhabitants. The assortment of local shops, which greatly enhanced the abilities of their owners, could give even the most ordinary person the strength of a pure-blooded vampire, and the realization of this settled in her soul with a depressing feeling. For the first time in a long time, she wanted to abandon everything and return to Nihotensen, to her native estate, to a crowd of servants and luxurious balls with interesting conversations. The journey, which was supposed to be an interesting walk, turned into a struggle for survival for the sake of meager money from local officials. "What am I doing here..." Sarnissa whispered quietly as she walked to the hotel. She definitely could use some rest and a couple of hours of solitude and peace. If not physical, then at least mental.

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