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"Of hatred for the despicable vegetable now must I compose a sonnet..." — thought Ambrose, but despite his hatred of pumpkins and the grievance over his horse being struck yet again, he gallantly helped his opponent to her feet. — What a desperate spirit is hidden in such a fragile body! Behind that comely face, a most dangerous talent.
- I fear I am running dry, my lord... - The loser clutched her side, from which, despite the doctors' efforts, something liquid was seeping. - ... Oh, it's just the chocolate that melted. What a loss.
— Oh, Aconian light... — holding an extremely high opinion of the power of his thrusts and an extremely low one of the chocolate lady's constitution, Ambrose was for a moment even taken in by this jest. — It seems I remain in your debt, for with my fierce thrust I deprived you of your treat and at the same time damaged your elegant attire.
- It's quite all right, my lord! I have a spare outfit, and I am not lacking in treats. - She hands the victor a bar of dark chocolate. - Please, help yourself.
"Of hatred for the contemptible vegetable must I now compose a sonnet..." — thought Ambrose, but despite his hatred of pumpkins and the grievance over his horse being struck yet again, he gallantly helped his opponent to her feet. — What a desperate spirit lies hidden in such a fragile frame! Behind that comely face, a most dangerous talent.
- I fear I am spent, my lord... - The loser clutched her side, from which, despite the doctors' efforts, something liquid was seeping. - ... Oh, it's just the chocolate melting. What a loss.
-- O Aconian light... -- holding an exceedingly high opinion of the power of his thrusts and an exceedingly low one of the chocolate lady's constitution, Ambrose for a moment even fell for this jest. -- It seems I stand in your debt, for with my fierce lunge I deprived you of your treat and at the same time damaged your elegant attire.
— You'll answer for the dress! — cried the chocolate lady and hurled a pumpkin at Ambrose, from which his head burst like an overripe watermelon.
"Of hatred for the contemptible vegetable now must I compose a sonnet..." — thought Ambrosius, but despite his hatred of pumpkins and the offense of yet another beaten horse, he gallantly helped his opponent to her feet. — What a desperate spirit is hidden in such a fragile body! Behind a comely face, a most dangerous talent.
- I fear I am running dry, my lord... - The defeated one clutched her side, from which, despite the doctors' efforts, something liquid was seeping. - ... Oh, it's just the chocolate that melted. What a loss.
— O Aconian light... — holding an extremely high opinion of the power of his thrusts and an extremely low one of the chocolate lady's constitution, Ambrosius for a moment even fell for this joke. — It seems I remain in your debt, for with my fierce thrust I deprived you of your treat and at the same time damaged your elegant attire.
And so they found a woman for Ambrosius. Master Yin remains. Though there are doubts that women interest him.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
"Of hatred for the contemptible vegetable, now I am bound to compose a sonnet..." — thought Ambrose, but despite his hatred of pumpkins and the grievance over his horse being beaten once again, he gallantly helped his opponent to her feet. — What a desperate spirit is hidden in such a fragile body! Behind that comely face, a most dangerous talent.
- I believe I am running dry, my lord... - The loser clutched her side, from which, despite the doctors' efforts, something liquid was seeping. - ... Oh, it's just the chocolate that melted. What a loss.
— Oh, Aconian light... — holding an extremely high opinion of the power of his thrusts and an extremely low one of the chocolate lady's constitution, Ambrose was for a moment even taken in by this joke. — It seems I remain in your debt, for with my fierce thrust I deprived you of your treat and at the same time damaged your elegant attire.
- It's quite all right, my lord! I have a spare outfit, and I am not short on treats. - She hands the victor a bar of dark chocolate. - Please, help yourself.
Invite her for tea after the competition, don't drag your feet.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Not to mention that with tentacles behind the black screen, it'll be even cooler than Yin. Actually, you should take Aldelion, you'll please your liege
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Having familiarized himself with the work of the Knight of the Wind, the Knight of Serene Bliss allowed himself to ask Stefania a couple of questions.
- Pray tell me, if it is not too much trouble, my lady, how would you have acted in the place of Renavan the Pious on the day of his meeting with the mistress of the north, and how do you view the final act of his life?
— Not at all, — Stefania smiled. — I am very fond of the person of Renovan the Pious, primarily in terms of his theological inquiries and in the fact that in the end he attained eternal life not physical, but spiritual, in the form of literary works. Nevertheless, had I dared to undertake a northern expedition, I would most likely have tried to count not on the secret of eternal beauty and youth, but on some mutually beneficial cooperation for Tezoth. However, I doubt that I would have managed to achieve greater results than the wise ruler of the past. After all, Elvielfiria is not known for a great and warm love of humans. To her, we are rather like wild cattle.
After a brief pause, the young woman continued answering the knight's questions:
— As for the end of Renovan the Pious's path... If one perceives it as a double suicide, there is something romantic about it. Feeling that he would never achieve his desired goal, he leaves the stage while still quite young and in the prime of his strength, in the embrace of his mistress. On the other hand, I remind you that after plunging into the river, no one ever saw him again. What evidence is there that his life ended precisely at that moment? What if it was the very weight of ruling the country that was the burden preventing Renovan the Pious from living a better life? If one looks at the situation from that angle, it is quite possible that he not only survived back then, but may be wandering this world to this very day in the guise of an entirely different person. However, I dare not make bold claims. It is merely an unsupported theory that came to mind.
- Thank you, my lady. This information deserves to be added to your work.
— I would be most grateful, — Stefania bowed, thereby giving her blessing to the idea proposed by the Knight of Serene Bliss. — A little later I shall return with my thoughts on the second topic of the contest.