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If there's a resurrection feature, you definitely need to use it.

Lyndernia sat at the table, her face unusually grim, pondering the day's news. Her plans for the day had fallen apart, but that was the least of her worries. The death of one of the princesses, and a priestess of Arteria at that, was a far more serious matter than the temporary lockdown of one of Clematis's districts. As if the country didn't have enough problems already, with unrest caused by the controversial laws. There was no doubt that Vivian was not a random victim; she was too well-known for that. And the Sorceress had a couple of ideas about who might have benefited from the poor girl's death. Even if these ideas were based on personal assumptions and incomplete information, filtered through her own perception. It could be an attempt by Lysiard's agents to destabilize the country, further enraging the Arterians, who were already dissatisfied with Lucretia's heresy, and the inability of the upper echelons of Airisufir to protect their beloved princess. Or, even if it sounded like a crazy conspiracy theory, the death could have been orchestrated by the upper echelons themselves. Especially if the younger of the sisters did not want to support the empire's policies and remained loyal to Reginalve. In that case, they would not only be getting rid of a popular opponent but also diverting the people's attention from the reforms they so disliked. They would divert and redirect the people's anger towards a new target – Vivian's killers. In that scenario, the killers would undoubtedly be some of Airisufir's enemies – the same non-humans. However, the Sorceress was not entirely confident in the validity of these ideas. And even if the upper echelons of the empire tried to pull off the trick described above, there was no guarantee that they were actually behind the princess's death. Therefore, instead of guessing in the dark, not knowing the true state of affairs, she headed to "Sukebé" – to have breakfast and, along the way, clear her head.

Night was approaching, and Rogdan was still sitting at his dimly lit desk, vigorously scribbling with writing utensils across crumpled pages. Pausing for a moment, he would reread what he had written, then shake his head in disapproval, crumple the paper, toss it aside, and start on a new sheet.
—Uhh, everything alright, boss? — Zerek's lazy yawn distracted the baron from his task.
—Oh, my old comrade! — Rogdan greeted him. —It's as if we haven't crossed paths in a hundred years. How are your days passing in Clematis?
—Well, it's okay, in principle. — the adventurer shrugged. —Though there's really nothing to do here.
—Nothing? — the baron wondered sincerely. —What about the workers' guild? Quests and commissions? The church library? In this beautiful little town, there's enough to keep oneself busy for a good hundred years, no less!
Zerek wanted to answer, but just then, Ilensia walked briskly past their room accompanied by Sylphida.
—Oh, hey... — the former bandit didn't have time to finish his sentence, staring in astonishment at the old acquaintance. —F***! How is this possible?! Boss, just look!
—Yes, yes, a wonderful new hairstyle. — Rogdan cast a brief glance toward the girls, then continued his work as if nothing had happened. —Lady Sylphida, I hope Clematis has seemed like a quite satisfactory place to you.
—How is that even possible?! — Zerek was still in a stupor.
Ilensia herself decided not to blabber left and right about the return of her eye without necessity. She didn't like to brag, and most other people were perfectly capable of adding two plus two regarding this happy event and the appearance of a powerful heroine by her side.
—It's all thanks to Sylphida. — the Knight pointed respectfully toward the cryptid.
—Man, you really got lucky with your hero. — the adventurer drawled with a sigh. —No, not that I'm complaining, it's just that I haven't really met mine yet.
—Quite funny, considering you two are a perfect match for each other. — Ilensia smirked. —Though maybe it's for the best; you two as a couple wouldn't leave a single stone unturned in this town.
—And I had the honor of meeting Sir Maedo during the day... — Rogdan muttered distantly. —We made a most curious bet regarding the utility of the workers' guild.
—Boss, I don't think that's the best idea. — Zerek grew cautious. —Well, if I were in his place in my prime, it wouldn't have ended well.
—Oh, come now, gentlemen. Is such a great hero capable of some kind of foul play? I don't even want to hear such things.
—So, have you read his biography?.. Well, it's my job to warn you. No matter how expensive it might be.
—Speaking of expense. — Ilensia suddenly remembered. —It seems we won't be getting any government assignments, and I'm running out of cash.
—Don't look at me, friend. — Zerek hurried to refuse. —I'm broke myself.
—I'd rather drop dead than ask you for money. — the Knight huffed. —Anyway, there's a mission hanging in the guild to destroy a beastman who is terr... retr... harassing migrants from one of the border towns.
—Yes, yes, I recall something like that. — Rogdan drawled thoughtfully, setting his manuscript aside. —Helping the locals and a good reward? Sounds like a worthy bit of work!
—Exactly, that's what I'm saying. — Ilensia nodded in agreement. —But judging by the reward, the enemy there is no slouch. We'll need backup.
—I understand. Then it's worth questioning the other party members. I'm sure you'll easily find assistants for this noble cause. As for us, we were just planning to set out in search of the tomb of the great Crag Ashingir.
—Sounds reckless. — Zerek noted.
—And useless. — Ilensia added.
—Now that is unnecessary, friends. The first chance to gain fame and carve your name into history has opened before us, and you are completely overlooking it! — Rogdan protested at such a reaction.
—Alright, alright boss, don't get worked up. Oh, what are you writing here? — Zerek decided to change the subject, glancing unceremoniously at the baron's notes. —Wow, something about love...
—A love letter! — Rogdan declared proudly.
—Whoa, that's the last person I'd expect. — the adventurer wondered for the second time that evening.
—Lucky woman. — Ilensia smirked.
—No-no, you've all misunderstood! — the baron tried to correct them. —It is for a friend of mine!
—Ehhhh... — Zerek and Ilensia froze in time for a moment. —No, well... such things happen, right?
—Uh-huh. It's all good, boss. — the former bandit patted Rogdan on the shoulder. —This region seems pretty progressive, so don't worry, we understand.
—What? What are you... Ah, no! — he threw up his hands. —Not for the friend himself, but for his lady love!
The baron's comrades froze in place once again.
—That's... not very nice, boss. — Ilensia finally spoke. —I had a better opinion of you.
—Oh come on, as they say, whoever takes the initiative, they...
—Oh, enough! — Rogdan pleaded. —I've already blabbed more than I should have, so keep your tongues behind your teeth.
—Got it. Our lips are sealed. — his companions promised hastily.
—Speaking of which, has anyone seen old Darbon? — Rogdan suddenly remembered.

And the little old man was napping peacefully in his room, dreaming of something of his own.

Mirastir encounters Viola in the evening.
-- Oh, hello. Listen, we're kind of of the same faith, and I haven't really asked or figured out, which is probably rude of me. How did it happen to you, you know... And where did you get your combat skills?

-What do you mean, "how did it happen to me?" - Viola didn't understand - and as for combat skills, well, my dad taught me since childhood, and then I became a Knight of Arteria - they trained me there, and then I went to help people and improved these skills in real battles. That's where they came from. Where else could they come from?

The gladiator didn't elaborate on what he meant by slavery, belatedly realizing that it wasn't the best topic for conversation. "So, the Order of Artery? That's quite serious, I'm even a little envious," he said. "Although, I'm not complaining about my own training; I had a teacher of teachers! In general, I've heard that members of your order are good mentors; is that true? Maybe you could share some wisdom with me and the other members of the squad? If it's not too much trouble, considering the size of your group."

-Oh, of course! I'll be happy to share what I know with everyone else! I don't even know why I didn't think of it before! - she said, pausing slightly - I hope Mr. Raphael won't mind...

It's about time for Lord Raphael to start making some money off his teammates.

– Super, – Mirastir clapped the knight on the shoulder. – You’re a true battle buddy. And wouldn’t you like to join me and Shane for a training session tomorrow? Well, if Raphael lets you, but he doesn’t seem to be giving you a hard time, so he should.

- Oh, I was just about to ask you about that! - Viola also patted Mirastir on the shoulder - you're a true battle buddy!

So, three of us show up at Titan, and they say, "no girls allowed."

It's not certain that the security cordon will only be in place for one day. Or that they won't introduce some new restrictions on entry, given what happened.

And then we'll all hang out together in Lower Klematis, laze around, and think about our own things.

What if three of us show up at Titan, and they say, "no girls allowed"?

/ We could disguise Viola as a teenage boy./
-- You wanted that? Great, then we have a deal!

***

The next morning, Mirastir decided to read the newspaper that was delivered to their headquarters.
-- What? It's closed?
The first thing he noticed was that a large part of the city was now inaccessible, including Titan. And Mirastir was planning to continuously and steadily gain weight, but now, is everything ruined? Well, maybe it's not a big deal; he hadn't even reached his ideal form after just one workout. Then he read the news more carefully and understood why the area was closed.
-- What?! A priestess?!
He immediately tried to find Rogdan.
-- Sir Rogdan, are you aware of this? How is this even possible?! Killing a priestess is like killing a kitten; who was she bothering? Ugh, if only I had been there...

The next morning, Mirastir decided to read the newspaper that was brought to their headquarters.
-- What? It's been blocked?
The first thing he noticed was that a large part of the city had become inaccessible, including Titan. And Mirastir was going to continuously and steadily increase his power, but now, is everything ruined? Well, maybe it's not so bad, he hadn't even had time to get into the right shape after just one training session. And then he read the news more carefully and understood why the access was blocked.
-- What?! A priestess?!
He immediately tried to find Rogdan.
-- Sir Rogdan, are you aware of this? How could this even happen?! Killing a priestess is like killing a kitten, who was she bothering? Ugh, if only I had been there...

“What was blocked? What priestess? What the hell…” – thoughts broke through Shen’s disturbed sleep when he heard Mirastir’s shouts.
Usually, at this time of day, the nakiri was always awake and already fully devoted to the most important element for him, but on this particular morning, the guy was too emotionally exhausted from the previous day, so his mind simply decided to take a break.
However, as he moved away from Mirastir’s bedroom, Shen’s sleepiness disappeared as if by magic. And so he got dressed and followed his friend, who was already talking to Rogdan about some priestess who had been “killed like a kitten”.
— Okay, I don’t understand, what happened? Who killed the priestess? Why did he kill the priestess? And what kind of priestess is she anyway? — Shen didn’t even have time to think that this was obviously a novice, serving in the church of Arteria, as his mind was still not fully awake. It was all in the process.

You can disguise Viola as a teenage boy.

A great way to vandalize Raphael's property.