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

In his free time, Bertrand found Berwang and asked him what Rinze had given him.

Shogo Linnei was clearly not pleased with her reaction. As soon as the young man headed for the exit, the girl immediately jumped out of bed and, before he could get far, hugged him tightly. "Stay," she said softly, "you say 'thank you for your help,' but I see that my words of encouragement didn't make you feel better or ease your burden. I probably just said something stupid. I don't care that you came to me with this on a holiday. It's all much more important. Far more important. I promised to help you and support you. I promised I wouldn't give up. And that's true. So, don't leave. Let's solve this together, even if it takes all day."

Inside, she found a sword. Parphinora immediately recognized it, as it was considered legendary among the followers of the Cult of Flame.

Parphinora was certain that no gift could distract her thoughts from Imir. She was wrong.
"Lacuna!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening – "but it was lost long ago! How did the Empress get it? When was it found? Even just because of its legendary status, this sword is worth a fortune. Of course, it's best not to use it in actual combat – it's far too valuable. But as a symbol, as a banner..."
She touched the hilt of the sword. It was cold and heavy, but she felt a warmth filling her. It was as if Alarion himself was looking at her. That he was with her. That a part of him... was inside her.
"Maybe this is a sign from above," she thought, "that Alarion himself believes in the righteousness of our Empress's cause. That I must be ready to go all the way for her and the empire."
Carefully, with the tenderness of a lover, she placed the sword in front of the statuette of Rynze Reim, as if it were an offering to her. After that, Parphinora undressed and lay down in bed. Her thoughts raced from one topic to another – about the empire, Rynze, Alarion, the sword, the war, Imir... She thought she wouldn't be able to fall asleep for a long time, but at some point, all her thoughts merged into an indistinguishable jumble, and she drifted off to sleep.

In his free time, Bertrand found Berwang and asked what Rinze had given him.

Berwang says that he was given some Tyrean sweets.
— Sorry, Bert, — the young man lowered his head, — I liked them so much that I didn't even notice how I ate them, and there's nothing left...

Added 3 minutes later

Shogo Linne was not at all pleased with the reaction. As soon as the young man headed for the exit, the girl immediately jumped out of bed and, not letting him go far, hugged him tightly.
— Stay, — she said quietly, — you say "thank you for the help," but I see that my words of encouragement didn't give you confidence or make you feel better. I probably just said something stupid. I don't care at all that you came to me with this on a holiday. This is all much more important. Much more important. I promised to help you and support you. I promised not to give up. And that's true. So, don't go. Let's solve this problem together, even if it takes all day.

He sighed heavily.
— To be honest, I don't know what to say this time, but this isn't a problem that can be solved with a brainstorming session.

Berwang says that he was given some Tyrean sweets.
— Sorry, Bert,” the boy lowered his head, “I liked them so much that I didn’t even notice how I ate them all, and there’s nothing left...”

- Someone gets a tank, and someone gets sweets? That’s not very fair, - Bert concluded. - And don’t worry about the sweets, everything is fine.

— I have an idea, but I was afraid and embarrassed to voice it. You will give the choice into my hands. You will be free from this dilemma, as I will make it. And you will have no doubts about whether you did something wrong. This will not be Shogo's selfish decision. This will be Linnea Sherman's selfish decision.

Not very fair.

They should have given money.

Added 12 minutes later
Shogo was about to automatically respond to Linnea's offer, but he stopped himself. Instead, he opened the ampule, drew the contents into a syringe, handed it to Linnea, rolled up his sleeve, and then moved a trash can closer to himself.
— Well, go ahead, either here or there.

“Good boy,” the girl nodded, carefully giving the young man an injection. It was hard to call her a medic, but she was quite good at giving injections, which was fortunate, as she had some experience in this area – a consequence of sometimes having to care for sick relatives. “And remember one more thing: I made this decision, and I caught you and didn’t let you leave the locked room. You have nothing to blame yourself for. You can only blame Linnea Sherman, who didn’t leave you any other choice.”

Shogo didn't respond. Instead, he began to breathe heavily and lost consciousness a few minutes later.

Trying not to panic, the girl checks Shogo's pulse and other vital signs, and also checks the instructions again (if there were any). Common sense suggested that the young man would have told her about possible side effects and what needed to be done immediately after the injection. At the same time, Shogo was full of mysteries, and who knows, maybe in the heat of the moment, he forgot something?

Time passes, but the guy still doesn't regain consciousness, despite his stable vital signs.

- Hmm... hmm... hmm... - Latro circled the vehicle a few more times, inspecting it from all angles, then opened the hatch and dove headfirst inside. - Hmm... Artillery TOGETHER with a tank? What could be better? Maybe an automatic spell dispenser on top. Though, it might affect your hearing when firing. Who knows.
He poked his head out.
- What do you think? We should get approval to test it out at the training ground...

“What about the camouflage?” Meteon looked at the tank, painted in bright pink and white, with puzzled expression. “These are certainly unusual preferences…”
Light tapped the guy on the back of the head and didn’t answer his protests, as if he himself should understand what was going on.
“It’s a good machine,” the club president concluded, finishing the initial inspection of the tank.

His vitals were normal; the boy seemed to be sleeping. The serum was likely effective. Still, she didn't want to risk anything with him. It would be best to ask one of her acquaintances in the medical field to examine the young man to be sure. She could try contacting the infirmary, but Linnea wasn't sure if that wouldn't put both Shogo and herself in a difficult position. Even if they might receive some leniency – after all, it was a gift from Her Majesty. And leaving the young man alone for too long wasn't a good idea either. So, after putting the syringe back in the box and hiding it, the Reimi quickly went to Mia to have her examine Shogo and confirm that he simply needed rest.

Xenomia, having listened to Linnea's request, doesn't waste any time and, with the medicines in her bag, hurries to her classmate's room.