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Having briefly lost herself while watching the mysterious priestess and the grim knight, Chonchonlia Quintea returns her attention to her interlocutor and hands her a bar of milk chocolate wrapped in beautiful packaging.

- Please accept this gift from me, my lady. And don't worry, there's no poison in it - who ever heard of chocolate being poisoned?

- 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 will 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 departed.

— Bitter as twilight does such a forecast seem to me, but so be it! If the horizon of storms is shrouded in the sorrow of inevitability, then we must raise the acceptance of everyday grace instead. Every radiant dawn is already a gift of prosperity in itself. And if I am destined to sweeten the universe with the modest offering of my personal nature through the granting of hope, my unseen fate-guide deems this a worthy duty. Thrice have you gifted me with the blessing of charm, my lord. I only hope my person managed to repay you somewhat with the gratitude of a dance.

Also pausing for a moment, as is proper while the last musical strings have not yet left the hall, after which a repeated elegant half-bow will follow.

Having briefly lost herself watching the mysterious priestess and the grim knight, Chonchonlia Quintea returns her attention to her interlocutor and hands her a bar of milk chocolate wrapped in beautiful packaging.

- Accept this gift from me, my lady. And don't worry, there's no poison in it - where has it ever been heard that chocolate was poisoned?

Well then, guys, the MC is OP.

Good thing my character doesn't have to listen to those two...

I think there's just a very potent aphrodisiac in there 😏

It's for such high-flown language that Heroist is kept as a lover by Revan. We don't just need to listen, we need to learn!

Stefania isn't into girls, actually... 😡

Stephania isn't really into girls... 😡

She will be into girls too, that's a powerful aphrodisiac.

- Ha-ha-hah! I am beginning to understand your title better and better, my lady Neliah, you are simply a balm for a weary soul, I could spend my whole life with you! You know, I had this one case: I was hunting a counterfeiter by order of Her Grace. The scoundrel had simply flooded the market with his forgeries, fearing nothing! Here and there, folk were deceived and unjustly detained. I searched and searched, pulled some strings, and finally a lead came out. I burst in on him, and he raised a pistol at me, saying - this is the end for you, I am such-and-such, the future lord of the criminal underworld. And I listened and listened, and then I just smiled - I stand calmly, hands relaxed and unarmed. He looks at me in confusion, gets nervous, and I just smile back at him. In the end he surrendered on his own, thinking I had reinforcements behind the door or something. Otherwise he would have shot me dead without a second thought. So, a smile can help you in the most unbelievable situation, but wasting it carelessly is also undignified! I wonder how much damage I would have taken from it? Ha-hah! - Lester pours mineral water into a free clean glass and offers Radosť a chance to refresh her receptors. - Mountain spring, top quality. I would like to see you again after today, my lady, our kingdom is far too fractured, and your company truly warms the heart. Though I suppose you rarely get out.

Let the mass orgy in honor of Deus begin.

I get the impression that in real life it's not Nebok who swaps alts like gloves...

- Ha-ha-hah! I'm beginning to understand your title better and better, milady Nelia, you're simply a balm for a weary soul, I could spend my whole life with you! You know, I once had a case: I was hunting a counterfeiter by order of Her Grace. The scoundrel simply flooded the market with his fakes, fearing nothing! Here and there, folk were deceived and unjustly detained. I searched and searched, pulled some strings, and finally a lead came through. I burst in on him, and he raised a pistol at me, saying - this is the end for you, I'm such-and-such, the future lord of the criminal underworld. And I listened and listened, then just smiled - I stand calmly, hands relaxed and unarmed. He stares in confusion, gets nervous, and I just smile back at him. In the end, he surrendered on his own, thinking I had backup at the door or something. Otherwise, he'd have shot me dead without a second thought. So, a smile can help you in the most unbelievable situation, but wasting it frivolously is also unseemly! I wonder how much damage I'd have taken from it? Ha-hah! - Lester pours mineral water into a free clean glass and offers Radost a chance to refresh her senses. - Mountain spring, top quality. I'd like to see you again after today, milady, our kingdom is far too fractured, and your company truly warms the heart. Though, you probably rarely get out.

Okay, he really does have 25 charisma.

Only the sheer excess of today's festivities and the most important date in modern Tezoth — Deus's birthday — could rival Kalamention 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 and their retinues basked in luxury and the pleased Kanamiites gave themselves over to solemn celebrations, 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 not participated 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 she favored her suzerain's approach — the position of a quiet observer who attracted no undue attention suited her just fine.

There goes Karneya Keykunia 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 his heir for high society or scheming 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 dismissed out of hand.

For the Tanarsian 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 was used solely as an opportunity to praise his idol. At the same time, the absence of the Knight from his retinue looked exceptionally 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 whom your lord might decide to do business with in the future, or who might acquire 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 suzerain was still one of her direct duties, and Alaria had no intention of neglecting it.

While Alaria observed and pondered the proceedings, one of the guests approached her — a man who, it seemed, was not very literate and, due to Lord Cartridge's simple attire, failed to 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 properly is a valuable resource.

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

- Speaking of balls, 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 stomach. - This belly has seen a lot, surviving dangers is nothing new to me!

Protecting one's lord from bandits is a vassal's duty. But Alaria would never in her life have thought that this would happen at an important event, and that the villain pressing in would come not with weapons in hand, but with bad manners and poor jokes. One could have hinted that he had mistaken his man, the fool, and was speaking to 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 polemic. 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 Farejia's attention to herself, so that the suzerain could indulge in his deep thoughts without such annoying buzzing under his nose.

— Always a pleasure to meet someone with such a refined name, — the Tanarsian said with a wide smile, pressing 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'm certain the foe who left that scar was truly mighty and dangerous. Would you care to tell me how you got it?

- Oh, that was my boss, I mean lord, who cut it open with his sasalpel. And without anesthesia, or whatever it's called, can you imagine? It hurt, I was squealing like a little girl! AAA PLEASE NO MERCY MERCY BOSS I BEG YOU... JUST NOT INSIDE... Yeah, something like that. Terrifying even to recall. So yeah, the "foe" was plain mighty and plain dangerous. What about you, got any interesting scar stories too? I'd listen.