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Stephanie's relationships with her colleagues from Guildaria were mostly warm. This was due not only to the respect earned by her father, but also by herself. She had known some of the knights since her youth, and trained side by side with others. There could be no talk of favoritism; everyone knew she gave her all and had not ended up in her position by chance. Therefore, there were no problems with subordination between her and the other knights of Guildaria — she was like family to them. At least, she wanted to believe so.
— Well, you could say it's a sight you see once in a lifetime... — although Stephanie did not lose her composure, being trapped in this cave, the girl now had doubts that she and all her comrades would be able to get out of here. She wanted to believe that sooner or later they would find a way out and escape, but hope was still faint. At the very least, because it was unknown what perils lay ahead.
Sensing that Jacob might have noticed her slightly depressed mood, and that the current time was not really suitable for existential conversations, she changed the subject and tone of voice:
— In general, how are you feeling right now? Any thoughts or ideas you'd like to share?
- Hmm. I feel an itch to test the local inhabitants in battle, but I have a bad feeling that we might find opponents here that we couldn't even have guessed at on the surface. You know, I'm far from being of the smallest build, but I remember how that one-eyed fellow talked about the Sords — they are bigger and stronger than any human! It's interesting, by the way, why he rejected such a generous reward and decided to stay on the surface? Perhaps he has a psychological trauma from his past experience here?
Well then, again assuming this doesn't take any time, we ask who sent them, what the plan is (obviously...), how many there are, where the mistress is (they know or assume, in case she's already been taken out...), whether there are any traps or special individuals among them, and so on.
Well then, again assuming this doesn't waste time, we ask who sent them, what the plan is (obviously...), how many there are, where the mistress is (they know or assume, in case she's already been taken out...), whether there are any traps or special individuals among them, and so on.
- The Mistress... Always repays her debts... Was sent long ago... 20 years have passed... Waited for the order... No traps... We are simple warriors... In the kitchen...
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