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/26 -- essential spells
27 -- magic/
28.12
Before the doors of the festive hall, Marey paused for a moment, uncertain. He lacked experience in such situations and hadn't yet conceived of the appropriate course of action, but he quickly recovered from this feeling. It was rather foolish to attach such importance to a harmless event, let alone plan anything. The habit of always rationalizing, calculating, and meticulously planning his actions was good, but it shouldn't turn into such absurdity. Sometimes, one must act more simply, instinctively. Remembering what happened last time he acted on instinct, the student smirked. Tapping his fingers on the doorknob, Marey confidently opened the door and joined the festive atmosphere.
The evening started quite well, even to his taste. Rina-chan was certainly surprising. Just a few months ago, she was an exemplary young aristocrat, and now she's prancing on stage as an idol, while he, in an expensive suit, leans back comfortably, drinks champagne, and observes it all with a skeptical squint. But she has a good voice, and it's not necessary to pay attention to the words, so why not? But if Romeo could see this! And the letter is still in Marey's pocket.
Forty-five. Forty-five people simply took turns spitting on the boots of the girl in the red outfit, bordering on indecency. It couldn't be, but it's happening, and moreover, the forty-sixth is about to go.
"If you're going to be humiliated, at least do it with some dignity."
Blood pounded in his temples, but Marey walked with a measured, calm step. Straight back, shoulders squared, only his head bowed. Without deigning to look at the deer, he took a handkerchief. He approached Rinze. A moment of struggle with his pride, and he knelt on one knee.
"Endure. Accept it."
Another half-second, and he put down his second knee. With dry lips, he briefly touched the boot, and... He abruptly stood up and, with all his might, slapped Rinze on the cheek. She falls as if struck, and he rushes at her. His left hand clamps down on the Empress's neck, his right hand firmly grabs her skirt and tears it off. He continues to strangle with his left hand, and with his right, he continues to tear the clothes off the victim, and he overpowers Rinze right on the floor, in front of the stunned deer, Evriala, Azarina, in front of the entire crowd, he overthrows her from the throne to the level of a doormat, breaks and tramples this damned universal idol, the object of sectarian worship. He laughs and shouts at them: "This is the fate of tyrants!..."
All of this, of course, took less than a moment, as it only happened in Marey's mind, but it was so real... He had to restrain himself from laughing. Later, Marey himself wondered where such a realistic fantasy had come from in his mind. He had never had anything like it before. And yet, he was so surprised when he read about the coronation of Theria. There is a certain barbaric appeal to the idea of "having" power, which defies rational explanation. Marey will try to forget this feeling as soon as possible.
The procedure continues in the established order. He carefully wipes, and says:
-- Your Majesty, I am infinitely grateful to You for such a generous attitude towards such a humble person in the face of Your magnificence as I am. Your kindness is as incomparable as your intelligence and beauty.
Heroist
Ple-Sen