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"Aha! So you've finally shown your true colors, you scoundrel!" The rider raised her spear high and was just about to give her warriors the order to attack, but she was stopped by one of her comrades-in-arms.
"Milady..." The second rider had to struggle to finally get the commander's attention. "Milady!"
"Now is not the time for idle chatter, Sena; at this moment we must rid the capital of the rot and filth that dared appear on its doorstep!"
"Please, just listen to me, Your Highness!" The girl was almost in tears as she tried to get through to the commander.
"Fine, speak. But make it quick."
"Milady..." The rider used the short pause to regain her composure. "Listen to this gentleman," she said, referring to Rogdan. "I don't think these are the ones we are looking for. Look—none of them match the description; moreover, they wouldn't be strolling through the city in broad daylight!"
"Hmm..." The commander looked closely once more at the crowd standing before her. "True enough." She gracefully waved her majestic-looking red spear again. "Travelers, I ask your forgiveness, for my words to you were unjust. You may continue on your way." Then she glanced first at Valdemar and then at her subordinates. "But this one, what was it, Karamar Valfa..."
"Valdemar Karafa," Sena corrected her.
"Yes, him. He'll have to be thrown into the Dungeon. That is all."

— Waldemar Karafa, — Sena corrected her. — Yes, that’s him. He’ll have to be thrown into the dungeon. That’s all.

At least I don’t have to kiss his boots.

Mirastir merely looked down on this invasion of cavalry, doing nothing. Except for a moment, he seemed interested in the hair color of the woman who addressed them. Just in case.

The commander had reddish-purple hair.

“This is absurd,” said Valdemar, slightly intimidated by “Your Highness,” but not yet losing the proud bravado that the petty nobility loves to display. “Or is this some kind of joke?”

That's all for now.

"Thank you. Please forgive us as well for the misunderstanding," hearing the rider's final words, Rogdan hurried to add: "I beg of you, do not judge Lord Karafa too harshly. His remarks toward you were caused by cultural differences and exhaustion after a long journey. But as a dear and important ally of our party, I would be most grateful if you would deign to make an exception in his case and allow us to hush up this misunderstanding on, as they say, neutral ground."

- Ha! What a twist! So, it turns out it was all a misunderstanding? Well, these things happen. Please forgive us for mistaking you for raiders, Your Highness," Raphael said with a respectful bow. "We have been traveling for a long time, and we have encountered many dangers and hardships. Bandits, swindlers, and extremist elements. And now we arrive in Clematis with magnificent, fantastic goods and currency, with strong working hands to serve the good of Irisufir, and with the best wishes in our hearts... And suddenly, we are greeted like this right at the doorstep? I think you can understand our shock. Don't let an honest man be seized; instead, please accept my and all of our sincere apologies for the impetuousness and fatigue of Mr. Karafa. You understand that in our time, one must be vigilant.
He gently placed his hand on Valdemar's elbow.
"After all, we have all understood that both sides were mistaken. The lady has offered her apologies; it is only right that we respond in kind. There is absolutely no need to spoil such a pleasant day with all sorts of incidents."
He turned to the girl again and bowed again.
"After all, even the beauty of this wonderful sunny afternoon, the blue sky, the boundless oceans, and the green meadows cannot compare to the appearance and grace of Her Highness.

“Ha-ha,” Louise chuckled softly, making sure only Waldemar and the members of their squad standing nearby could hear her, “serves you right; you’ll learn your lesson.”

"Imrud is my witness, what a sycophant. And this is a descendant of ancient emperors. But, perhaps, an apology is still in order."
Of course, Louise could have responded with a joke or a sharp retort, but if he were to turn his back on Her Highness right now, that would be going too far.

Louise would be great if she was just a bitch, and not a bitch who wants to castrate Valdemar.

The group of riders approaching the party looked menacing and imposing – clearly, the elite of Airisufir’s army. Despite this, Linderia remained calm, even in the face of the unfriendly tone of the cavalry leader. The girl was confident that it was all a misunderstanding that would be quickly resolved. What she didn’t expect was for Valdemar to step forward, ahead of the entire group, and strike a pose, facing a group of armed riders, in the allied country of Arteria, and after she had just read about the law on matrilineal marriages. There was no way to say that Linderia held her companion in high regard – he was clearly not someone whose death she would regret. But even a Lisliarian savage, in her opinion, should have possessed at least some instincts for self-preservation, understanding what and to whom he should not say. Yet, somehow, he had lived to his age. At the moment when the nobleman of the eleventh generation began to be rude to the rider, those around them could notice a mixture of shock and surprise on the witch’s face. Quickly recovering from the shock, Linderia preferred not to stand out and hid behind her companions, trying not to attract unnecessary attention from any of the riders. The most sensible thing to do now was to stay away from the circus show that her involuntary companion had staged at the entrance to the city.

Scipio maintained his professional composure when aggressive riders appeared before them. His hands were hidden under his cloak, gripping the hilts of his swords. The Skeleton, however, stayed behind, keeping his head covered and trying not to attract attention.

/Tell them that we will assist in capturing these bandits and illegal elements, but they should spare Valdemar./

/Tell them that we will assist in capturing these bandits and illegal immigrants, but they should spare Waldemar./

Hmm, working for free, hmm. Not bad start. But I can do it for Alex.

/The main thing is to get the job done, and then at the last moment we'll say we changed our minds, it's better to give the reward in cash (just kidding)./