⚔️Serberia Auto-translated

The opinion of someone standing outside of Fortress matters, but the opinion of someone standing outside of Academy does not...

Yes, we're doing it all for him... we're even freeing up a Valkyrie slot specifically for Gooly...

Given its size, it will require two slots...

Oh, come on, we'll get bored and wipe out much faster than we'll get killed by monsters. I'll start baiting them a little bit now.

/Sure, if you want, I can just post a message to them saying they should surrender or they'll have to fight. Unfortunately, it's hard to believe what's being said./

— I have the impression that you do not desire a peaceful resolution to the current situation and, for some unknown reason, are inciting both groups to conflict... Of course, I would be very happy if my suspicions were wrong.

Alessia, who had almost decided to remain silent – the hunchbacked stranger had already said too much – but these slippery words changed her intentions. You wretched little scoundrel, did that blue-haired woman do something to you that made you think so highly of yourself? A familiar feeling, now directed more towards Tyros than towards the woman, grew in Alessia's soul. But now she was in a position of strength. Behind the arrogant words of the count's adopted son, there was a sense of insecurity... and this further fueled the Sorceress's rage. He is cornered, he was caught off guard, he is a trapped, frightened beast – and a deep, long-dormant instinct now urgently demanded that Alessia spill blood. She felt that, although her meeting with Gonzo and her nights in the forest had weakened and damaged her body, she had become stronger in recent days. Isn't this the perfect moment to test this in practice, when the very air in the mine is trembling with tension in anticipation of the coming dance of death? Just a couple more phrases – and there will be an explosion. But should it be her, Alessia, who says them? She looked at her companions. Even now, standing behind her, she could see their hands clenched on the hilts of their swords, their legs slightly bent at the knees, preparing their bodies for an attack, their tired, embittered faces, marked by the misfortunes they had experienced in the mines, fixed on the group of inquisitors. This silent approval was enough. — I am not one of your adoptive father's people, boy. I wasn't even born a citizen of Serberia. And I am not a saint, just like you, and you, blue-haired one. However, I have always had enough principles not to bite the hand that feeds me... And the only thing I don't want is for the people around me to make a mistake. People like me, flawed in body, sometimes know and see a lot. Right now, I see your fear, little traitor. And your lies. You've done wrong, boy, you've been caught, you've said what you shouldn't have. But you may still have a second chance. The only question is, are you ready to answer for your actions?

Just a couple more phrases – and it will be a blast.

Of fifth points.

Fifth points.

Yeah, every expansion is like that.

-- I'm not one of your adoptive father's people, boy. Nor am I a citizen of Seridia by birth. And I'm no saint, just like you, and you, blue-haired girl. However, I've always had enough principles not to bite the hand that feeds me... And the only thing I don't want is for these people around me to make a mistake. People like me, flawed in body, sometimes know and see a lot. Right now, I see your fear, little traitor. And your lies. You've done wrong, boy, you've been caught, you've said what you shouldn't have. But you might still have a second chance. The question is, are you ready to answer for your actions?

— Stay calm, Sir Tyros. — The young man reached for his sword, but the inquisitor stopped him. — In this world, there are many people who, due to their birth or the vagaries of fate, have lost heart... There is no substance in the words of this unfortunate man, only a desire to provoke you, so do not give them any meaning. Imagine that they are just the wind. — Laurentia calms the young warrior with a gentle smile and now turns to Calentia. — You are the leader of this squad, aren't you? I would like to hear your opinion.

The opinion of someone standing outside of Fortress is taken into account, but the opinion of someone standing outside of Academy is not...

If Gulveig were here, she would say, in the spirit of "either you leave Myrkoria permanently and come to terms with Rika, or we will be in conflict with you," because in this situation, any other attempts to solve the problem are just a good story and a farce. Even she would see that.
So, you also know Ment's opinion.../

And why doesn't anyone ask for Revan's opinion...?

— Alas, I am not sure that your words have convinced me or my companions. So far, His Lordship has proven himself to be a noble and faithful man. Therefore, if you truly intend to carry out your plans to overthrow the Count and reclaim the "Tear," I must ask you to lay down your arms and come with us.

— Accepting your demands means sacrificing the lives of many people, including, possibly, one of the Valkyries, in order to save your own skin (︶︹︺)... So, unfortunately, this is impossible.

I'll write something too (apparently, already in the past tense).
But I'm generally up for a fight, especially so that Frag doesn't get bored in the afterlife all alone.

I'm going to have dinner.

Hero, they haven't attacked yet, so everything is fine, and with the real game as well.