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

-Ugh. Moriner tried to get up quickly, but he couldn't quite manage it. His head felt even emptier than after the fire in the church or a fight, but in this bottomless pit of his empty consciousness, he clearly felt some kind of horror, cold, death.
-Oh, I'm sorry, teacher," the student said quietly. "I should have told you that I haven't been very resilient before. I thought I could handle it, but in the end, I passed out with some kind of nightmares and caused you a lot of trouble. I hope I didn't interfere too much with the investigation you were talking about?

— Don't worry about it; your condition didn't prevent me from carrying out my plan. Let's rest today, and tomorrow, with renewed energy, we'll get back to your training. Does that sound good?

-Okay, I understand. Thank you very much, I won't let you down again.
"What a nice person. I shouldn't embarrass myself like that again, otherwise I won't get any decent work or experience."

The next two weeks flew by: fascinating lectures by Professor Yao, joint trips to the sites of events, writing engaging articles, and heartfelt conversations. Finally, the time came to return to the capital. His train was scheduled to depart in the evening, but the journalist was restless from the morning.
— Ah, Moriner, I've already gotten used to you here, I'll miss you. — A single male tear rolled down Kihrey's cheek. — Don't get too comfortable there, okay?

I hope they'll give him melee combat skills.

Moriner himself felt sad returning to the Academy. After Yuki left, there were no more teachers whose lectures he found interesting or whose way of thinking he could consider close to his own, but now fate had given him such a valuable opportunity to meet such a person. After two weeks of training, he could say that he had learned much more about the subject that interested him, and now all that remained was to consolidate the knowledge gained in combat practice.
-I too. -the student replied honestly. -I will try not to forget your teachings. And you too, take care of yourself, teacher. I hope we meet again.

Kikhrey hugged Moriner and patted him on the shoulder. “Oh, by the way,” he said, suddenly remembering something and getting excited, “how about getting a tattoo to commemorate the time you spent in Orion? I can introduce you to a skilled artist, and you can choose a design…”

You will remember this every full moon, placing your axe under your pillow.

Moriner didn't really like tattoos, especially after they were officially branded as magical seals, but he didn't want to upset his mentor even more. "Why not? It's not prohibited yet, I guess," he said with an awkward laugh. "We still have some time before we leave."

Alright, then come up with a design and you can hop on board! :cool:

I'm sharpening my bloodstained axe.

It’s immediately clear who of you two is the killer.

/it would be better to have the Empress and some kind of debauchery.

Since the symbol of change magic was already adorning one of his hands, Moriner decided to decorate himself symmetrically. As he envisioned it, a small symbol of Orion, depicting a constellation connected by thin dark lines, vaguely resembling an archer, an hourglass, or even an elongated letter "O," would be perfect. It wouldn't be too conspicuous, but it would accurately convey the essence.

Do you leave the final decision to the master?

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