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Erefir arrives at the "Fight Club," which, despite its name, is neither a fight club nor a club at all. The sign above the doors read "Aquamarine." - Hello! - A girl with an energetic demeanor greets the redhead.
(Since October, you can visit "secret locations" without the book)
Registration for the "Miss Margel 975" contest: Erefir, Beata, Alaria, Aiyano,
- Hello! - greets a red-haired, energetic-looking girl.
-- Good afternoon, Lady Nadia, it's a pleasure to meet you, -- the red-haired girl said with a slightly embarrassed smile. She looked at the sign, at the journalist, at the sign on the journalist... So, are we not going to fight today?... Three months without fights... I wanted to set the mood for the day and get my fists itching, but here we are. 😌
- Thank you for that, abbot. I... I understand a lot now, - replies Myco in a slightly trembling voice. After everything that was said, she felt like an absolute nobody, and not at all because of the insults she received here. - Do you believe in fate? I don't really, but... maybe it had a hand in our meeting, just for this. Swallowing the lump in her throat and not having the strength to look the priest in the face, she gives a sad, farewell bow, then pulls Edglord by the sleeve: - Let's go. Let's not bother the holy father anymore.
The pair silently leave the Temple of Arcelia under the equally silent gaze of the priest.
- Aiyano... - When they were outside, Lord, with an unusual heaviness in his voice, broke the silence that had reigned until now. - Whatever anyone says, I believe you have a place in this world.
Casting one last, heavy glance at the structure they left behind, and barely lifting her feet as she shuffled across the rocky ground, she wandered aimlessly, just wanting to get as far away from here as possible – she hadn't felt such a moral decline even after the phantom duel. Her hand rested on the gohei case hanging from her belt – an artifact as alien as she was, and the thought crossed her mind: would it fulfill the priest's wish if she pointed it at her temple or her heart? - Thank you for everything, Edge Lord-kun, - Aiyano finally says. - You know, she told me that too, once, and I tried to believe it. I thought you were serious about this, but... I didn't think it was this serious. I guess I should thank fate for this sobering reality check, - her face is briefly illuminated - or rather, contorted - in a painful half-smile, which fades after a second and a half. - If that... Dedpikhto-san of yours were here, maybe I wouldn't have realized this. How many of those who... "would vouch for me in the capital" would turn away from me if they knew the truth? I can't answer that question myself.
Casting one last, heavy glance at the building they left behind, and barely lifting her feet as she shuffled across the rocky ground, she wandered aimlessly, just to get as far away from here as possible – she hadn't felt such a moral decline even after the phantom duel. Her hand rested on the gohei case hanging from her belt – an equally alien artifact, just like herself, and the thought crossed her mind: would it fulfill the priest's wish if she pointed it at her temple or her heart? - Thank you for that, EdgeLord-kun, - Ayano finally says. - You know, she told me the same thing once, and I tried to believe it. I thought you were serious about this, but... I didn't think it was this serious. Maybe I should thank providence for this sobering reality check, - her face brightens for a moment - or rather, contorts - into a painful half-smile, which fades after a second and a half. - If that... Dedpikhto-san of yours were here, maybe I wouldn't have realized this. How many of all those who... "would vouch for me in the capital" would turn away from me if they knew the truth? I can't answer that question myself.
EdgeLord-kun embraces the "absolute non-human" as if he were holding the most precious thing in the universe. - Ayano... Ayaiya. I never gave much importance to the word "faith," but now I'm ready to use it for the second time, and I wholeheartedly believe that these people won't turn away from you. You are you. Not something vile and otherworldly, but a person with a beautiful soul. You care about the fate of the people around you even more than about your own. You greet strangers with politeness and warmth, and you see them off in the same way. You appreciate nature - the body of Anush, like no one else. - Gently stroking her head, he continues. - Please, don't let all this break you, and I beg you - don't jump off the cliff, cut your veins, or make any similar mistake. Remember, you said that when you start connecting your life with people, it ceases to belong only to you? It may seem presumptuous, but I believe that our lives are now connected, and just as you were against the "idiotic" death of the old man or me, I absolutely refuse to accept a world without you.
- Arigato, - the priestess mumbled. - I... won't jump off the ball. "As long as there are still things in this world that I need to finish," she finished the sentence in her mind. - Let's go "home," Edge Lord-kun. It's already... - she glanced at the sun but couldn't determine the time. - ...late. I hope that some rest will help me rethink everything.
I don't really like the new psychiatrist.
Lol, but if they could have kept Metarmu in Carneole without any incidents, she might have been a decent team member now. Or maybe not...
P.S. Zhenya is the best.
-- Good afternoon, Lady Nadia, it's a pleasure to meet you, -- the redhead smiled, a little embarrassed. She looked at the sign, at the journalist, at the sign on the journalist... So, are we not going to fight today? Three months without fights... I wanted to set the mood for the day and get my fists itching, but it turns out it's not happening. 😌
-- So, you've opened a new business, I see?
- Yes. We'll be holding all sorts of different events here. Right now, I'm planning to hold a "Miss Margel" contest. Are you interested?
- Uh-huh. We'll be holding various events here. Right now, I'm planning a "Miss Margel" contest. Are you interested?
"Wow, and here's an opportunity for point 12!" -- It depends, of course, on the nature of the contest, but based on the name, it's more than interesting. Can you tell me more?
"I'M ALL FOR IT!!!" - Gillon shouts aggressively at the fourth wall, - "But I definitely can't guarantee the impartiality of my vote!!!"
- What are you looking at me like that for? - Beata raised an eyebrow.
- I'm just admiring your otherworldly beauty 😍 What, is that not allowed?
- It's allowed, admire... As if you haven't already stared at me enough.
- I'm just thinking, if there were a women's beauty contest in the city, you would win against everyone 😍
- You'll say anything... I'm definitely not ugly, but I'm far from beauties like our Kilika.
- I disagree.
- It's your business. But I think we should hold a men's beauty contest instead. Let everyone know that you are the best, the most beautiful, strong, and smart.
- You're talking nonsense... 😅 I'm just ordinary.
- And that's where I disagree, - Beata buried her face in a book.
Gillon just waved his hand and also started reading.