Posts from The Empire of Reimia (3) Auto-translated

just don't die before passing on the statuette

F's luck has already started to work.

— I’ve never read anything like this before. Thank you for the new experience; it was very interesting, — Linnea replied quietly, with a friendly smile, her cheeks slightly flushed, and then, in a whisper, added, — but for the future, it would be better not to base the characters’ names on their prototypes.

— I’ll keep that in mind… — Wizenia smiled nervously. — If you want to write something similar, I’ll be happy to read it…

- So, one team dies, and the other is expelled from the Academy? - Bert said ironically. - I doubt anyone would like that, except for you. Maybe it would be better to organize a competition and shoot at inanimate objects, and give something to the best shooter, or organize a hunt for animals. It's no less interesting, but much safer.

Xenomia sighed. "No, competitions are great. But we can also do it with animals. Okay, you guys decide which team I should be on, and I'll go get the equipment. I suggest appointing Anelotte as the judge, if the others agree, because we don't have an equal number of people anyway." "Eli," she said firmly to her bloodthirsty friend in a low voice as she passed by. "The guys won't agree to combat ammunition; you can see it in their eyes. To make it fun, sometimes you have to give in a little. Please, for me. I won't be able to bear it if something happens to you."

Since the academy’s rules prohibited students from keeping such literature, and she was not aware of the club’s rules on this matter, the student tried not to give the witch false hope. Moreover, she wasn’t even entirely sure how interested she would be in writing something on a similar topic, as opposed to simply reading. And even more so, she didn’t want to put it on public display.
— Thank you for the offer,” Neya nodded, “if such a desire arises, I will definitely let you know.

- Well, that was easy! - Latro snapped his fingers and gave a dazzling smile. - I just took the "life" and re-soldered it here to change the way it's delivered into the bloodstream.
Having delivered this very important commentary to the audience, he once again assumed the pose of a thinker. Next up was the slot for darkness - although the engineer really liked "shadow," it had no real applications behind the wheel of a car. A different approach was needed here - something that would help in conducting fire.
Latro remembered their competitions, the problems he felt on the battlefield. But on the battlefield, he simply showered the enemy's locations with projectiles. Oh, it's a pity that they didn't manage to defeat Sapphiros with his thugs and make it to the final... These thoughts made him remember Ishiki. He vividly recalled his ugly face, nasty intonations, tasteless clothes, and disgusting minions, feeling with each second how anger boils inside him, and his hands clench into fists. He imagined himself standing over the bastard, holding a heavy cobblestone in both hands. Ishiki coughs up blood and instinctively raises his twisted, broken, trembling hand in front of him in an attempt to protect himself from the aggression. "P-please, buuuuueeeeee, kha-kha-kha, hrrr," he vomits blood all over himself. But these pitiful attempts do not stop Latro from forcefully slamming the cobblestone right on his head. And once more, and once more, and once more - each subsequent blow is stronger than the previous one.
- Well, now you're getting it... - Latro muttered, furiously drilling, sawing, and welding "Rage" - his second prototype.

Due to a peculiar set of circumstances, the members of the new club dedicated to the Empress turned out to be exclusively students of noble blood: Antennaria Forengard (founder), Vesper Albiscus, Azarina Eisenbach, and Parphinora von Flexia. On the wall behind the table where these four gathered (the most prominent and eye-catching spot) was a large image of Rinze Reim. — Is this really permissible? — Vesper asked in an absolutely serious tone. — I confess, such an image raises several questions for me, and I am not entirely sure that its placement here does not violate the rules of etiquette. If possible, I would like to avoid offending Her Majesty due to such carelessness.
Antennaria, who usually maintained cool composure and was rather taciturn, displayed a high level of enthusiasm today. — This photograph was taken on the shores of Nihon last summer and published in a reputable imperial publication with the consent of the models, so I'm confident there should be no problems. Besides, I don't see anything wrong with admiring the magnificence of Her Majesty in all her dazzling beauty!
— Well, there is some sense in that, let it be. What about the drawing on the doors... Sharks?
— Ah, yes… Her Majesty has a couple of pet sharks, and she is depicted together with them here, isn’t it cute?
— Oh, I see. I didn't know that. I hope they are not fed people.
— Well... I wouldn't mind if their food were criminals, especially those who dared to disobey Her Majesty's orders or otherwise offend Her.
But enough about that,” Antennaria rose from her seat and folded her hands in a prayerful gesture. “I want to thank the gods and my parents for allowing me to be born and live in the era of Her Greatness, because for me there is no greater joy and honor than being a subject of the greatest ruler in the history of our world.” Having finished this short speech, she sat back down in her presidential chair. — To be honest, I find it outrageous that there is still no club dedicated to Her Majesty in our academy, and I felt it necessary to correct this universal injustice by organizing this club. I apologize if any of you had similar intentions and I got ahead of you. — After making sure that no one objected, she continued. — I suggest we continue getting acquainted with each other by expressing admiration for our great ruler. Vesper, would you like to start?..
— Of course. The aristocrat stood up and spoke in a voice uncharacteristic of his modest figure; his words were as sweet as honey. — To be honest, my respect for the previous emperor, Yujian Reim, has always been infinitely deep, and therefore I was apprehensive about the unexpected transfer of the imperial title. As time showed, I worried in vain. Her Majesty Rinze Reim not only proved herself to be an effective and decisive leader but also turned out to be capable of captivating the hearts of her subjects with her boundless intellect, dazzling beauty, and just hand. Even now, after only half a year since the coronation of Her Greatness, we can observe a decrease in crime, greater respect among people for each other, and for the society of which they are a part. I am confident that under the leadership of Rinze Reim, a bright future awaits us all.
The aristocrat's speech ended amid applause from Antennaria. — Azarina, what about you?
Azarina jumped up from her seat, made finger signs on both hands in the shape of a "V", kicked one leg to the side, and excitedly began to speak, trying to portray a "cute" expression: “In the words of my classmate, Latro Dekta: Her Majesty Rinze Reim is the best empress in the history of our planet! Her magnificent radiance illuminates us day and night!” Then she clenched her fists and put them on her hips. — Azarinka will never forgive the enemies of Her Majesty, got it? Alllll those who go against the incomparable Rinze Reim, I will punish personally!
By the time this speech was over, not only Azarina’s face was red; even Vesper’s pale cheeks were flushed. It was Parphinora's turn now.

Ugh.

Ugh.

We are from Reimy! What a delight!

The Club of Primitivism. Founder and president: Spark Zareks; interested parties: Galmei, Gilbert, Naru Enemkar, Engar.
At the club's first meeting, Spark Zareks spoke about the romance of the primitive world and idealized the concept of human life during that period. He highlighted the simplicity and fairness of life, the beauty of nature in comparison to modern cities, and insisted that such a lifestyle was more natural for humans.
— The whole world was open to humans; they were free and could live as they pleased, wherever they pleased. They had no obligations to others and received from life only what they deserved. They threw a spear, killed a beast, prepared food, and that was it; the work was done. But what about modern humans? They throw a spear for eight hours a day, and why? Just as before, to feed themselves, but despite the greater emotional expenditure, they don't even have the same degree of freedom and free time...
— Hmm. — Naru pondered and made some notes in her notebook. — My initial assumption was correct, and the Reimi are indeed dissatisfied with the current state of affairs in their society...
— All the problems stem from technology, — Galmei commented. — Indeed, if we were to abandon some of the modern conveniences and return to the old ways, people would lead more fulfilling lives.
The club meeting continued for some time in a similar atmosphere.

Added 19 minutes later

- So, one team dies, and the other is expelled from the academy? - Bert said ironically. - I doubt anyone would like that, except you. Maybe it would be better to organize a competition and shoot at inanimate objects, and give something to the best shooter, or organize a hunt for animals. It's no less interesting, but much safer.

— How are you going to go to war? — Eli was genuinely surprised. — Do you think anyone will ask you if you like it or not?

Xenomia sighed.
-- No, the Competitive is great. But we could also hunt animals.

— You know, poaching isn't much different from what Eli is suggesting, — Reila noted. — How about we all go home and let the crazy one entertain herself? Who knows, maybe she'll accidentally shoot herself.

-- Eli, — she said firmly in a low voice to her bloodthirsty friend as she passed by. — The guys won't agree to live ammunition; you can see it in their eyes. To make it fun, sometimes you have to give in a little. Please, for me. I won't survive if something happens to you.

— What do you mean? Will someone kill you if something happens to me? Are you sick? Is that a bracelet?! I told you, let's cut it off!!

— What do you mean? Will someone kill you if something happens to me? Are you sick? Is that a bracelet?! I told you, let's cut it off!!

— Uh... no... I promised to protect you, that's all. Eli... Although, you're almost right, if you or any of the students die, everyone else will be expelled and possibly executed for this crime. All we need to do now is preserve our lives and freedom so that we can win in real battles in the future! Come on, let's do it!

Next, Theseus Illiander recited his poem (?).

Grayness
A broken spirit, a weak body, a gray haze in the head;
A gray sky, a gray wind, emptiness all around;
There is no joy of a sprout, hope is dead;
There is a way out, but only from the roof or through the window.