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What adorable servants. I hope they just die quickly and Karneya doesn't do anything like that to them.
— I... I-I want to go on a d-date with your new servant, milady! — Kramran blurted out, blushing deeply.
A stifling silence fell over the hall for a while.
Lucky for him that he's not my servant. For that he'd get at least 10 lashes with a whip. The Sithians need neither magic nor troops to conquer Tezoth. Just send in more Sithian women. The heels themselves will cut down all the disobedient for a chance to kiss a shoe. God, how I hate men...
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
But is there another lord in this kingdom worthy of my service? I, Knight of the Golden Section, Rainris Xezbeth, will not waste my precious time on mediocrity. Karneya? Absolutely not. A rabid dog belongs in a cage, not ruling a country. Maria-Tenerezza? For all her merits, she doesn't measure up to imperial material. Stratos? Too tunnel-visioned, niche ambitions. Grimban? He would have made a good ruler, but I still don't see a way to guide someone like him along the path of a monarch. Kaleido? Perhaps. Drachlaus? A clown. Strong, but still a clown. A dragonborn with a silly name is an immediate pass — this is a human country; non-humans should stay far from the helm and should be grateful we don't make shoes out of their scales. Man? Too unpredictable. Diramis no, Dirk no. Asalia? Perhaps. Nilcha no. Berseriy is most likely dead. Kanonchan no. Tsiel had better go babysit children and bake pies. So it turns out there are no more worthy candidates. Maybe I should become a lord myself? But that's so much hassle — I don't want to; better to pull everyone's strings from behind the scenes.
"A bit" earlier to his squire: - Listen, don't go down unfamiliar paths. You know what Their Lordship told me in my time? Something like, "this house suits you best of all, take it from all at once, and don't hesitate," but they didn't explain what was what. - So, I ran into this myself. Look here, - Vargas touches the bookshelf with his dagger, pulling it back just in time - steel snaps instantly from a pre-planned trap in place of the dagger, biting off the hand of someone unfamiliar with the surroundings. - Get it? Ha-hah! Like - the house protects itself, doesn't even need guards! I was really stressed at first, but then I got used to it. Some crazy architect designed it, and since then few have lived in it! I've discovered a large number of these devices, but not all, and I've forgotten some, to my regret. I've personally added some too; you can never have too many of these contraptions. So don't go where you shouldn't. And where you should - I'll outline for you what's safe where I've definitely figured it out. As for the rest - make yourself at home. You're now my close associate, which means you deserve the best of everything. And I wouldn't want to see you reaching for a teapot and ending up without a head. My squire should have his head on his shoulders! If not him, then who? Me? Circumstances must prevent that in any format! I do have a couple of servants, but they're in the know. … ... ... - What am I missing, what do you think? Clearly not riding, could it be shooting? So I'll take those knives, remember how Milady used to tear things apart with them, and I have millions of them, a whole armory. What skill am I lacking? Healing, to patch you up if needed? Am I a doctor? Well, there was that one time, but... Maybe finish my chameleon form in public, so to speak? In other words, what are your suggestions? - Lester asks about one extra skill for the squire after another sparring session where he again couldn't beat a pocketknife with a sword.
Небо
