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Arnold's left hand clasps Alsira's right hand in a lock at the level of her eyes, while his right touches her shoulder blade and supports her back — the partner's confident and precise movements demonstratively proclaim his rich experience in this field. His feet set them both into an elegant motion — the Knight of Sincerity does not avert his gaze from the scarlet eyes, his hands do not take advantage of the situation, and every action of his is filled with grace and attentiveness toward his partner.

- Is the most beautiful of lords concerned about the threat looming over Tezoth's future. - Keeping his promise, the Knight of Sincerity resolved to speak of the affairs in Tenerezz. - The Iron Lord crossed an unforgivable line by spilling brown paint onto the kingdom's map. Perhaps now others will follow his example? Doubts assail Her Magnificence, but the window for action narrows with each passing day.

As is proper, Alsira follows her partner's lead; her neat visage and jagged dance movements express nothing but confident, benevolent acceptance. Whether manipulated by a mysterious puppeteer or not, her manners are ingrained in the subconscious alongside her most basic life reflexes. Moreover, her current companion is gallant and careful, for which she is undoubtedly grateful.
Somewhere around this moment, the music likely changes, and to her ears, as if from within, a frighteningly familiar name is heard; a moment later, she casts yet another foolish delusion far away.

— I have heard of that, albeit only in passing, quite often. — the moon lady replies to the cavalier. — To my deep shame, my dynasty has been quite frugal in adopting local customs, and the self-sufficient existence of the regional lands does not incline one toward that either. The news is alarming for all of us, but what is to be done now? The division of the colorful palette seems oppressive to me... A union of kindred colors, the protection of personal interests in the name of — my, alas, nature not inclined toward clever ambitions sees the best outcome for all peace-loving peoples.

Just the damage formula, please... How does it work this time, what gets subtracted first, what second, and so on.

Just the damage formula, please... How does it work this time — what gets subtracted first, what second, and so on.

Just the damage formula, please... How and what gets subtracted first this time, what second, and so on.

It would also be good to know whether crit damage stacks with special attacks or multiplies them.

By the way, can attacks against the spirit crit? Does the barrier block spirit damage?

Just the damage formula, please... What gets subtracted first this time, what second, and so on.

It would also be good to know whether crit damage stacks with special attacks or multiplies with them.

By the way, can attacks against spirit crit? Does a barrier block spirit damage?

They can crit; almost nothing blocks spirit damage.

Orvald did not feel much joy at visiting the capital and the feast in honor of Deus's birthday, but a knight's duty obliged him to be near his lord. Besides that, the crowd of people made him somewhat uneasy, and it was not about their number. In the opinion of the knight of the golden tower, some of those present were not only unworthy to be here but also did not deserve their titles. Some by virtue of their origin, like various country folk or even worse, others by virtue of their young age and behavior. Both could easily disgrace not only themselves but also the honor of their lord and region. However, one can derive benefit from everything, so Orvald hoped for useful acquaintances that could be made here. If luck did not favor him, then at least he could taste the royal dishes and buy gifts for his family.

Just the damage formula, please... How does it work and what gets subtracted first this time, what second, and so on.

It would also be good to know whether crit damage stacks with special attacks or multiplies them.

By the way, can attacks against the spirit crit? Does the barrier block spirit damage?

They can crit; almost nothing blocks spirit damage.

How do crits work with "mixed damage" like the terrifying strike? Is the crit calculated first, and then the damage is distributed "proportionally"? Or is the crit calculated for each damage type separately?

Only the extravagance of today's celebration and the most important date of modern Tezoth — the birthday of Deus — could rival Calamention in beauty and grandeur. Nominally, it was a tribute to the ruler and a symbol of the kingdom's unity, but in reality, it was so only for the capital's residents. While the invited lords with their retinues basked in luxury and the contented Canamians gave themselves over to festive revelry, life in the other regions continued to flow as before — the noble warriors of Swordgard and Lamente still stood their watch, guarding the kingdom's peace from encroachments out of the crater, but few cared about that. On the contrary — some of the defenders had been summoned here, as unwilling participants in today's farce. That said, Alaria felt no ill will toward Mariarnelia — she herself was bound by the constraints of her status and, in a sense, was a hostage of the situation.

Having become a Knight of Catharsis relatively recently, the warrior had never taken part in such events before — seeing the most influential people of Tezoth gathered under one roof was a first for her. Most of them she had never even seen in person. This was one of the reasons her liege's approach suited her — the position of a quiet observer who drew no undue attention suited her just fine.

There goes Carnea Caicunia Iretiret, fully living up to her notorious reputation. And there is Lord Adalard — likely the second most powerful man in the empire, after Deus himself — in the company of his son. Whether he is preparing the heir for high society life, or has schemed to betroth him to the guest of honor in an effort to expand his influence. A predictable and logical move — from the standpoint of political marriages, there aren't many better candidates. Clearly not something to be written off.

For the Tanarsian woman herself, the one who stood out most among them all was the local fanatic — Man of Sanbornia — but hardly in a positive light. There was something repulsive about that procession, as if even today's visit he used solely as an opportunity to praise his idol. At the same time, the absence of his knight in his retinue looked remarkably suspicious. Given the opportunistic nature of the Lord of Sanbornia, this boded nothing good, especially for his neighbors.

One after another, the guests came and went, and for each of them the Knight of Catharsis made various notes in her mental journal, trying to remember their faces, habits, and bearing, not neglecting to observe even the escorts of the distinguished figures. You never know who your lord might decide to do business with in the future, or who might gain a new domain in a year or two.

That said, she did not forget to keep an eye on her own surroundings, staying close to Lord Cartridge like a vigilant guardian. Protecting the liege was still one of her direct duties, one Alaria had no intention of neglecting.

While Alaria observed and pondered what was happening, one of the guests approached her who, it seemed, was not very literate and, due to Lord Cartridge's plain attire, did not recognize him as the ruler of the region.

- Knight of the Golden Coin, "Milord" Galaharadron! - He introduced himself, thumping his hairy chest. - I came up with this name myself, pretty awesome, right? Decided a plain name wouldn't have enough prestige.

- Perhaps. - Cartridge agreed without noticeable interest. - The ability to present oneself well is a valuable resource.

- You bet you bet! You get it, buddy!

- Speaking of getting things, I'd recommend not overindulging in the dishes, lest difficulties of a survival nature arise should the need present itself.

- Ahahah! - The interlocutor shows a scar on his belly. - This gut has seen a lot, surviving dangers is nothing new to me!

Protecting a lord from bandits is a vassal's duty. But Alaria would never in her life have thought that it would happen at an important event, and that the villain would press in not with a weapon in hand, but with bad manners and crude jokes. One could have hinted that he, the fool, had mistaken who he was talking to and was speaking with a lord. But there were reasons why Cartridge himself did not do so — likely, he did not want to draw undue attention to himself or stir up a debate. And so it was not her place to remind him of it either, when a more elegant solution existed — she could simply divert the Knight of Faredjia's attention to herself, so that the liege could indulge in his deep thoughts without such annoying buzzing under his nose.

— It is always a pleasure to meet the bearer of such a refined name, — the Tanarsian woman said with a wide smile, placing her fist to her chest and giving a welcoming nod, — allow me to introduce myself, Alaria Doran, Knight of Catharsis.

She looked with interest at the scar that the Knight of the Golden Coin so proudly thrust forward. In Alaria's opinion, if one compared a person to a book, then scars were its text. Each of them carries some story, albeit sometimes an insignificant one. Sometimes they are tied to victories. Sometimes to defeats. But a fact was a fact to her — they truly were nothing to be ashamed of.

— Impressive, — the warrior nodded with a knowing look, — I am certain the opponent who left that scar was truly mighty and dangerous. Would you care to tell me how you got it?

Do spells crit?

Sir Lorican, a Knight of Vilka, was hardly the embodiment of perfection, but he still came across as a perfectly respectable warrior. Lady Emsia, being a woman of numbers, would not have knighted just anyone.

– Adata, does it also drive you crazy when people speak in verse for no reason? – the Knight of Toxicity nodded toward one of Deus's knights. – What is that gentleman trying to prove with his flowery speeches? Ah, better not to know! Lady Emsia surely found a very important reason to distract you. Hmm... Could it be about Lady Nos?

Besides the unknown knight, Deus herself was guilty of flowery speech, but Rezara did not dare show displeasure about that. Even in a private conversation with a friend. Who knows what might come of it...

- The gusty wind of changing times leaves no room for faith in the well-being of tomorrow, but as long as your lips grant our ears the privilege of hearing acoustic colors, there is no end to hope, and so I beg you — do not fall silent and do not lose your true essence: in the darkest moments, only beauty such as yours shall become salvation for weary souls.

The Knight of Sincerity finished the dance on an outstretched hand, deftly stopping in time with the music — at the very moment when the ominous melody came to an end and the Duskwing priestess withdrew.

His lineage was connected to her through past contacts.