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They are waiting for a book about Primula.

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20.04.729 Raphael took Kaya with him, dressed her in a tight dress with golden sequins and wide cut-outs on the back and sides, and set off to visit Inar Unluki.



retrospectively bought 135 units of sea provisions.

They read about Valkyries, but not about priestesses. I see...

I read it.

I retrospectively bought 135 units of sea rations.

Some people eat seafood, and others eat buckwheat with a meat patty. Ah well.

Rogdan was so stunned by what was happening that he was momentarily speechless. He even thought that constant reading in the dim light had, after all, had its unpleasant effect on his perception.
—Your Highness, I am glad to see you... although, considering where we are, "glad" sounds rather peculiar, ahem... Please excuse my manners, I am simply incredibly surprised by such an unexpected, albeit accidental, meeting. —the baron finished the sentence with a polite nod.

—I am no less surprised than you, Sir Rogdan. I must admit, I only learned about your imprisonment in the palace dungeons today. —Braheya took a short pause, looking at Lian Fay and thinking about something. —I understand that this may sound cheap, given the situation in which you two find yourselves, and yet, allow me to thank you for saving my sister Vivian.
Her Highness bowed her head respectfully.

—I am as surprised as you are, Sir Rogdan. To be honest, I only learned about your imprisonment in the palace dungeons today. —Braheya paused, looking at Lian Fay and thinking about something. —I understand that this may sound cheap, given the situation you two find yourselves in, but nevertheless, allow me to thank you for saving my sister, Vivian.
Her Highness bowed her head respectfully.

—Your gratitude means a great deal to us, Your Highness. But, frankly, I am sure that any decent person, in our position, would have done the same. Compared to the amazing gift of the esteemed Lian Fay, my contribution here is quite modest and insignificant. In any case, I hope that Miss Vivian is doing well now. From the newspapers that are brought to me, I, unfortunately, have a rather vague idea of the current state of local affairs. And, perhaps, even the fact that I have the honor to converse with Your Highness in rather... unusual circumstances —the baron glanced at the prison block— serves as clear confirmation of this.

This time, Raphael and his entourage were allowed onto Sapphire Street without attracting undue attention from the guards. Upon reaching the house he needed, he soon met with its owner, Inar, who, for some reason, looked a little confused.

Added 33 minutes later

—Your gratitude means a great deal to us, Your Highness. But, frankly, I am sure that any decent person, in our position, would have done the same. Compared to the remarkable gift of the esteemed Lian Fay, my contribution here is quite modest and insignificant. In any case, I hope that everything is fine with Lady Vivian now. From the newspapers that are brought to me, I, unfortunately, have a rather vague idea of the current state of local affairs. And, perhaps, even the fact that I have the honor to converse with Your Highness in rather... unusual circumstances—the baron glanced at the prison block—serves as clear confirmation of this.

—Vivian is fine. At least, as far as her physical health is concerned. As for me, my situation differs significantly from yours. For better or worse, I became your neighbor not because of any noble deed, but simply because of the childishness caused by my powerlessness. —Brachea said with a smile. —I will not go into the details of what happened, as this is confidential information, but the point is that my sisters and I had disagreements on certain issues, as a result of which I was ordered to be placed under house arrest. And the only answer I could find at that moment was to demand that I be treated like any other dissident. However, I do not delude myself and understand that my actions are meaningless and have no other purpose than to make me feel better.

— Vivi is fine. At least, as far as her physical health is concerned. As for me, my situation differs significantly from yours. Unfortunately, or perhaps not, I became your neighbor not because of some noble cause, but simply because of a childish whim caused by my powerlessness. — Braheya said with a smile. — I won't go into the details of what happened, as it's confidential information, but the point is that my sisters and I had disagreements on certain issues, and as a result, I was ordered to be placed under house arrest. And the only response I could come up with at the time was to demand that I be treated like any other dissident. However, I don't harbor any illusions and understand that my actions are meaningless and serve no purpose other than to make me feel better.

—I am very sorry to hear about the conflict between Your Highness and Her Sisters. Any discord, especially within a family, never brings joy to anyone. However, allow me to say that I do not consider your actions to be simply a "childish whim." Of course, I don't know all the details, but if a person continues to defend their ideals or things that seem right to them, even knowing all the consequences, this cannot be considered a mere meaningless act. After all, sometimes it is in disputes that the truth is born! — Rogdan realized that he had gotten carried away and quickly toned down the fervor of his words. —Please forgive me, I sometimes get carried away in my pronouncements... In any case, I sincerely hope that this whole situation will be resolved as soon as possible in the most favorable way for Your Highness. And in the meantime, ahem, it would be a great honor for my humble person and, I am sure, for Miss Lian Fay to become your neighbors in this place.

March twenty-fourth. For Waldemar Carafa, this day had gone wrong from the very morning.
The first trouble — he hadn't slept enough. He had returned from "Sukeba" at midnight, was forced to get up terribly early, and spent the entire morning idling around the city, but the walk helped neither to overcome his drowsiness nor to clear a mind burdened by the tedious anticipation of the results of today's audience with the Empress. Waldemar stopped by "Snow White," noting with boredom that both the staff and the menu changed here with strange frequency, as if the place lacked other eccentricities, but overall he didn't care. After hastily chewing through "September's Bounty," he left the establishment and headed to headquarters.
The second trouble, as it turned out, had happened yesterday, while he was enjoying Mirai delicacies and female company at "Sukeba." It was for the best that he hadn't encountered that pack of drunken peasants — a broken hand would have been the least of the consequences. Waldemar had gripped his saber for far smaller reasons... And now, being here was unpleasant; though they had cleaned up splendidly, some smells never air out. Especially those that aren't smelled with the nose.
The third trouble was brought by Raphael, who appeared heavy and gloomy, like a thundercloud. Thus, divide and conquer. The front line is not frightening — what hadn't he seen there? But how repulsive! Waldemar had once sworn an oath to Sharan Aganzo. Sworn to a god, no less, and now a couple of quarrelsome girls with inferiority complexes would be giving him orders.
— I swear by the gods, if I survive this shit, I'll kill her, — he uttered quietly and gloomily, and was surprised himself by how hollow and weak his voice sounded.
The rest of the day passed in general turmoil. Everyone prepares as best they can, and in the end, not a single one will be ready — a well-known fact — but this frantic bustle is unavoidable. Nothing weakens or destroys quite like the anticipation of misfortune, and this anticipation is worse than reality itself, whatever that may be. Fortunately, Waldemar was not prone to soul-searching and easily immersed himself in activity. With Raphael's help, he acquired that very long-coveted "Dragon's Fang" saber, and even a "Druid's Heart" cloak. Why? Because serious warriors always wear cloaks; only the rank-and-file rabble go uncovered — at least, that's what he had always thought. Waldemar, of course, would have preferred a purple one, but this was not bad either. He drank a potion of concentration. Now, the final and main stage. First to "Sukeba" — to eat tempura for dinner. Then to the bar...
— Vodka!
Waldemar had never drunk vodka, and after the first sip, he thought it would be better if it stayed that way in the future. He thought so, but immediately poured himself another... And another... And once more — and it seemed he was beginning to understand.
Waldemar returned "home" drunk, cheerful, and ready for anything. If permitted, he even had a full flask of vodka with him.
— Well... *hic*... fighters! Ready to die for nothing? No? But you must. What is our mooo-tto? Live with danger, die with glory. In short! — Waldemar slashed the air with his palm. — We are up to our necks in shit. That is why we must not... *hic*... lower our heads. Otherwise, we'll drown. Do what must be done, and try not to die. I shall miss your faces...
As for me, if I perish in the war — don't pray for me! Well, ha, enough speeches, I'm already wasted... Oh, Luizka! Wwwell!.. Perhaps your dream will finally come true. Until then — not a step out of headquarters. Obey Raphael without question! Until I return — he is your master... Well, that's all! Garmid, where is my yushman?..

— Comrade man! Still, your position is tempting!
Always on the march... And only one thing tears me from sleep:
Where are we heading?.. While spring rages over the land...
Waldemar steps easily through the mud, humming songs he remembers from his soldiering youth. It is stifling, stifling in the city; let the palaces glitter there, though they eclipse the brightness of the sun. He thinks of nothing bad; he walks ahead of his escort like a commander, his polished yushman shines gold under the rays of the heavenly orb, his cloak fluttering in the wind. His hand rests on the ornate hilt; the new saber is fine, he can't wait to put it to use! Only one bad thing — they didn't give him a horse, he has to wear out his soles... In short, Waldemar arrived in a very good mood. Of course, he was no less angry with Astrea and Lucretia, angry to the grinding of his teeth, but he feared neither the future nor complained about the present. We shall see. As for the others, and what is happening in the world — there's no point in guessing, and he doesn't care. Death will always be. Now more deaths are occurring, or otherwise they occur, but as for him — his life continues for now, and that is where he should focus his thoughts. Others think so much about everything that they don't have time to live themselves, but Waldemar Carafa is not one of those fools. He lives for himself, and lives in the present. Let the world go mad.

Upon reaching their destination, Waldemar and Alm appeared before Antanea el Brachium, general of the forces of Airisufir. People who lived in the empire or were interested in its internal affairs knew that Antanea was known as the right hand of the previous emperor in military matters, to whom she was a biological sister. What the Countess of Greenwoods could be doing in this wasteland remained a mystery.
Having received the orders from the soldier accompanying the griffin pair, the general threw the letter into the campfire that same hour, without even opening it.
— General! Ma'am! Are you sure that...
— That I didn't read it... — The woman brushed the soldier aside and sent him away, shifting her attention to the newcomers. — Well, tell me, how did you offend Her Highness Lucretia?

"Exactly, that's how you deal with all those papers! I'll get along with her, for sure."
— Well, our squad accidentally got slightly entangled in the dirty dealings of high society... And personally, I had the misfortune of expressing myself somewhat strongly toward Her Highness Brahea Air el Sufir, although we communicated quite amicably after the incident was resolved. However, this was brought up again when I was assigned specifically under your command.

- Inar, - Raphael nodded gloomily. - I suppose you've already heard the news... It's unbelievable. He sighed heavily. - Are you alright? How is Leia?

Imperial Camp
The location of Airisufir's main forces in Sselai. It is situated on a small elevated plain, making it one of the few suitable locations for comfortable human habitation in these lands, as the surrounding areas are characterized by excessive humidity, high acidity, and an abundance of dangerous insects, etc. The first detachment of the "Golden Griffin" was stationed in tents provided by the empire, which were not particularly comfortable but served their purpose as temporary housing. Initially, Yuisis Lunawait was planned to be appointed as the commander of this detachment, but he declined the position, explaining that a commander should treat all subordinates impartially and not have favorites, which, according to his own words, he was not capable of. For this reason, the task facing the detachment at the moment was to decide on its leader.

✥ Headquarters
✥ Training Complex
✥ Supply Depot
✥ Hospital
✥ "Golden Griffin" Tents

Linderia approaches Cleona.

Cleona says nothing to her, but her gaze seems to say it for her, asking "what do you want?".

Cleona says nothing, but her gaze seems to do it for her, asking, "What do you want?"

— I know we haven't gotten to know each other very well; we haven't really talked much during our time together in the squad, but I wanted to check in on you. To see how you're doing," Linderia didn't try to be evasive and stated the reason for her visit directly, "and to offer help, to the best of my ability. I know how difficult it is to be in this kind of situation.

Gessit
A small military town of the empire, located in the territory of Evklasia. Most of the residents and workers are military personnel, but they are not the only ones; Gessit also has traveling merchants, travelers, and various specialists whose knowledge is needed to develop these wild lands.

✥ Emain Fermata
The residence of Colonel Chrysanthi el Fermata and, at the same time, the headquarters of the empire's armed forces in Evklasia. It looks much more attractive and comfortable than other buildings in Gessit; it was built quite recently according to Chrysanthi's instructions.
✥ House of the "Griffins"
One of the houses allocated to the second squad of the "Golden Griffin." It was empty until their arrival. The furniture is hard and uncomfortable, and there is no water supply or sewage system, but it is still better than sleeping outside.
✥ The "Symbolia" Bar
One of the few reminders of a developed civilization, popular among many residents of Gessit.
✥ Insula
A place where travelers who are not related to the empire's armed forces stay.
✥ Ranch
A place for the production of food for Evklasia. Local workers often complain that their cows are stolen by basilisks.
✥ Shooting Range
In these lands, firearms prove to be more effective than traditional combat methods, and therefore, over time, a specific culture that loves this type of weapon has formed here.
✥ "Tear It Off"
A store selling weapons and other equipment useful in the wild lands of Evklasia.
✥ Hospital
A place for treating the sick, both military and other residents of the city. It can only provide basic assistance.
✥ Miraka
A mine for extracting quartz.

good thing I brought money with me

—Please forgive me, I sometimes get carried away with my words... However, I sincerely hope that this situation will be resolved as soon as possible in the most favorable way for Your Highness. And in the meantime, ahem, it would be a great honor for my humble person, and I am sure, for Lady Lian Fay, to become your neighbors in this place of residence.

—The feeling is mutual, Sir Rogdan, Lady Fay... —The princess seemed to force herself to push her worries aside, and her noble face regained its usual confidence. —It's a pity that we are separated by metal bars and there is no deck of playing cards at hand!

Gessit
A small military town of the empire located in the territory of Evklazia. Most of the residents and workers are military personnel, but they are not the only ones; there are also traveling merchants, travelers, and various specialists in Gessit, whose knowledge is needed to develop these wild lands.

Were there any orders from the superiors regarding our tasks? Are we working in the mines, in the hospital, patrolling, or just idling?