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— I will never believe that the Duke will accept our love, and now I cannot agree to this and betray Anteros' trust... You are doing this for money, aren't you? We will pay you whatever you need, but just leave and don't tell anyone what you have learned. We will leave this city tonight. Say that you didn't find anyone...
Stylus Sailasson
- Alright, don't worry, I'll distract the Duke from the chase.
Aristocrats signed the ceremonial document one after another. Some of them initially refused, but the persuasive foreigner somehow managed to make them change their minds. Duke Brightwind, Faith Gillingston, was the most upset, but Duke of Lightia, Talassius Semis Deim, convinced him to accept what was happening. In his opinion, Sonata Reim and Larian Twice would not risk it unnecessarily and take all those present hostage, and therefore the only way to safely leave the palace was by signing the document (of course, none of the aggressors heard this, but Elrina, who was nearby, might have).
Wish me luck... Tsukiko Shimizu patted her rented steed. The white horse, Snow... Ah, her heart used to be that color. Maybe it will return? Nihonka briefly left the horse in the stable, went outside, and looked around – could she see anyone she knew? If there were any, she would nod to them all; if not, well, what can you do. Now it's time to bring Snow to the racetrack and participate in the event. Forward!
Bedivere, of course, competed in horse races with other knights. Sometimes, they even placed small sums of money as a friendly bet, but he had never seen a special place where people gathered to watch others race horses and bet large amounts of money on it. And although the proud elf would never admit it to others, he still felt a thrill, and his heart would beat faster as he watched the races. Therefore, he went to the hippodrome, with his usual indifferent and arrogant expression, bought a ticket, and placed 300 Rumies on Tsukiko.
Where do we go? Where do we end up when we save the world?