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A very intriguing question…

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Whose treasures were these, arranged in neat stacks, and why?

There's another question – what happened to Ivein Scabiosa, and who actually stole his pistol?

Arteria shed tears of gold for her loyal servants, and Ivein is working with Aganso and other cool guys (just kidding).

By the way, I'll repeat Menta's question: if Alex decides not to participate, will Anders' cat tell them that it was Alessia?

Not "if," but definitely. I won't even write an epilogue.
I wanted to write a long post with a detailed analysis, but since it was accidentally deleted, and we've already discussed the most important points here, I'll just add a few phrases: thanks for the game, it was fun, as it almost always is. I didn't really connect with the created character, and with all this "yo-ba" meta-gaming, from casually completing quests to spending an entire day discussing what to do in the laid-back side quests, my inspiration waned a bit, but overall, the game turned out quite well. We almost reached the finale, the dialogues were memorable, and there were also serious dialogues, really fucking deep, we spun the wheel of fortune, and did many other things. It's just a shame that, during the two months of playing, more than half the time was spent on meta-gaming discussions, and towards the end, it seems we were really just tired of all this caution. And that's true: we sweat, we sweat, but we still constantly screw up and get scared on the red quests, it's better to just screw up anyway, but at least have fun while doing it.
And, of course, it's nice to see how the level of madness intensifies in the plot twists from Revan. I respect that. And the queens in his games are becoming more and more evil and unhinged with each game, it's already interesting to see what the next one will be like.

The option of resolving the situation peacefully seemed more preferable than bloodshed.

But it seemed to me that she was always in favor of bloodshed... To understand anything about the characters of Revan, you probably need to have a higher degree in psychology.

Where...
Where am I...?
The sky above me looked like an endless ocean, shimmering with every shade of night, studded with countless stars and the tentacles of nebulae. In a peaceful silence, above the clear, glassy surface of water reflecting it, butterflies woven from moonlight fluttered.
A sight appeared before me, impossible in reality.
- This is a crossroads. The boundary of the mortal world...
...Who is this?
I hear only a voice - there is no speaker nearby. But I can sense something... lingering in the void... A Cyclopean presence.
- Who... are you asking?
- Good question. Who am I, indeed...?
Wait, you--
- The Outsider.
- The Liberator, and he who committed the original sin...
- I have lived many lives, under many names... as The One About Whom Legends Are Told.
- Even I no longer know... what I truly am.
So it's you... The one I spoke to on the descent from the Mountain...
- ...
I understood... I barely perceived that someone had been behind that snowy veil. That's why...
So... this place...
...You know, I always imagined the afterlife to be a bit more lively.
It's a beautiful sight, admittedly, but after a while it gets monotonous, doesn't it?
...So, do you need something? I highly doubt you're only here to meet me.
Still, it doesn't matter... Either way, it's all over.
I did all I could. I have no regrets about anything.
- Aren't you worried about those you left behind?
I would be lying if I said no, but... there's nothing I can do about it anymore.
I'm not too worried about them. Whatever stands in their path, I'm sure they'll break through.
...Hmm?
I don't know where they came from, but... I noticed beautiful flower petals drifting past me, shimmering with ephemeral light.
Ryoei?
Alessia?
Two figures materialized from the void before me - a brother and a sister, with such nonchalance as if they had been there all along. Their somber, stolid faces, perfect in their unreality, looked at me with an unclear emotion.
Guys... You look great! What, did you come here just to greet me before the feast with the ancestors?
- ...
So? Not bad I did as a commander, as far as I can tell.
- ...
Yes, in the end I messed a few things up. But I'm sure that one day they'll be able to laugh about it... I'm sure they'll forgive me.
Well, let's go! Just like old times.
And, uh, the first round is on you, right?
- ...
They remained excessively silent, boring into me with stern looks... as if trying to tell me something.
Sister?
You don't mean... you want me to come back?
- ...
Ryoei offered an object in his cupped palm - a bear's tusk, which I hadn't separated from since I perished on the Mountain.
Brother...
...You know, I thought I finally got a chance to rest. Even now you're trying to saddle me with this heavy burden?
- ...
The voice chimed in again.
- Accepting my amulet means inheriting everything I am. My strength, my name, my sins...
...So what?
You would do the exact same thing, wouldn't you?
After all... you are the first elder of the Russes and the Aryans.
Or perhaps I should call you "a primordial entity"... Stribog, the Spirit of Wind. The moment I spoke the ancient name, the true form of the Spirit, unnameable by mortal concepts, fleetingly manifested before me. I sighed, shook my head, shrugged with my shoulders and raised my eyebrows. There remains a woman who loves me and carries my child. My hand reached for the tusk. There remain scoundrels, bandits, murderers, and rapists. My hand fell heavily to my side. There remain my brothers and sisters. My hand came alive again, but hesitated halfway. I tried to make out the faces of Ryoei, Alessia, and Stribog, but before me I only saw impassive stone masks, awaiting my decision.

A very intriguing question...

In general, the "Heroes" player is right. Here, one simply needs to understand the secret of the Church, as described in the epilogue of Gungnir: the Artery, in its current state, is not sitting in a chair in the heavens, pondering whom to punish and whom to bless, and so on, which means that inexplicable phenomena are possible.

There is another question – what happened to Iwein Scabiosa, and who actually stole his pistol?

He's doing well... He's a man who has found his calling in life 😎 As for the pistol, when he was walking through the slums, he was simply unlucky not to have the observant Anders by his side.

I'll repeat Ment's question: if Alex decides not to get up, will Anders' cat tell him that it was Alessia?

Well... He promised her to keep the secret, so only if the question arises directly.

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But it seemed to me that she was always in favor of bloodshed... To understand anything about the characters of Revan, one probably needs to have a higher degree in psychology.

Yes, she was the most gentle and vulnerable of them all...

She was the gentlest and most vulnerable of them all...

Therefore, she first had to kill the Incas, who had something against her brother, Anders, and then Rutger, who had something against her sister, Imelda...

I would like to know more about the "dodik in a bag."

What an excellent breakdown of the situation it was... By the way, I've been thinking, and the situation is even stupider than I initially thought.
- Bringing the inquisitors to the count is the same as reporting that you killed his son in the most brutal way possible, while all the evidence that he was plotting something sinister consists of the words of those very inquisitors you would be leading to the gallows.
- Finishing off the surviving inquisitors in the mine to hide your involvement in Tyros's death — but if you let them go, they still wouldn't have a reason to run to the count and report it; not only are they his enemies, but in such a situation, you would be nobody to them. In other words, finishing them off is simply an act of violence.
- The third scenario, if Tyros had stayed alive: who would the count believe — one squad of mercenaries among many, or someone close to him?

As for Laurentia, she was just plain unlucky. Not only does she have to work with a psychopath, but she actually had no choice — Rika would have come here regardless, and there would have been a slaughter and the death of one of the valkyries anyway; therefore, the inquisitor had only one path — she had no authority to influence the valkyrie's resolve, since she even ignored the queen's order. At the same time, because of the third point mentioned above, there was no reason to kill you (since Tyros's word outweighs the word of some random person), but even if there were, they wouldn't have killed you, but captured you — because contrary to the opinion formed after the mill, inquisitors do not kill innocents without a reason. You happened to be the safest of all demons, but looking at the descriptions of the others, you realize it's better to take those out immediately; otherwise, they'll infect you with some wild disease, or Gonzo's pheromones will corrupt you, etc..

Inquisitors do not kill innocents without reason.

Then come the justifications for why, after all, it is sometimes permissible to kill innocents without reason.
Clear...

Well, if you summon a demon, you're no longer innocent ;)

Lorentia really had bad luck.

I hope the guys handed her over to the countess, who first gave her to the soldiers for their amusement, and then had her, naked and with her breasts cut off, hanged in the town square?

Well, she's not acting crazy, so why would she do that...?

Who will the count trust – a single squad of mercenaries from among many, or a close relative?

A squad that hardly had any selfish interest in such a risk, whose hands are stained with the blood of foreign agents, and which is the personal army of one of the most respected people in Serberia, or someone who has a direct benefit from depriving him of his life, whether eternally or even temporarily, that is, his heir?
I would bet on the former. The same logic applies to the first option.

Well, if she was simply captured/killed, then there’s no bad luck involved. She died fulfilling her duty, just like scout 1, 2, and 3 at the mill. And if I understand correctly, and the entire operation to retrieve the heart to prevent a provocation was her personal initiative, then there’s really nothing to discuss. She made the decision herself – and she paid the price for it.