Posts from Sakuramoria Auto-translated

-- So, what were you in for? Not that I'm complaining about my memory or that I can't handle simple anagrams. Right, guys? -- Fortis turned to the students for a moment. -- Well, okay. Not that I'm pointing out what we're studying and why. And not that I'm denying the fact that there are diametrically opposed views among followers of one religion. On the contrary, I even emphasized this with an example from experience. But that's not the point. I can also pull out phrases from the approved -- not necessarily universally recognized -- scriptures out of context and draw any conclusions. For example, that all sorts of abominations should be destroyed on the spot, or that when encountering them, one should, excuse me, punch them in the mouth. In reality, that's not the case -- I have my own views, but the point is clear. The point is that we decided to read the book of the Aeolian priestess syllable by syllable at a rather inappropriate time... Thank you for the information, by the way...

— So, what's the problem, Fortis? It won't hurt to learn something new, and whether to accept words at face value or question them is a matter of personal choice.

— I got the impression that he doesn't regret what he did to Michaella at all. Moreover, he enjoyed it and would like to repeat it, or at least remember it more often.

-- I see. Well, it was obvious anyway, the news about the poster for Varya wasn't a surprise, although it did reveal some things. -- I'm more concerned about... If he's gone for a long time and no one knows where he is, could you... Well, just keep that in mind? Just in case.
She didn't say anything else.

— Teacher! — Seeing the discomfort on Varya's face, Oleg raises his hand. — If I may, could I volunteer instead of Varya?
— And what for?
— In life-threatening situations, there should be no distinction based on gender, and there should be no place for shame or insecurity. I want to demonstrate this with my example.
— Oh, ha-ha, I see. Well, I can't argue with that.

Varya felt grateful to Oleg, and also a little guilty. After all, he had to touch Aliduum because of her, and she could have restrained herself and not shown unnecessary feelings.
After class, she approaches him:
-- You... I'm sorry that it happened. It's not something you're taught very often, I was completely taken aback... And thank you.

-- Problem? No, no problems at all. Everything is fine. Absolutely no questions. Thank you. -- Fortis sits down, very pleased. Judging by the fact that she couldn't come up with anything better, he did it, he cut her off. He cut her off, just like mowing weeds with a scythe. Actually, how good of an idea was this? Will he reach any of the students with this brazen challenge? Was it worth speaking to her like that, knowing that she might expose him to Starlight as a provocative nonconformist tomorrow? These questions from his inner voice bothered Fortis for only a short time – all these doubts only weakened his spirit, and the resident, as usual, ignored them. He did it – don't think about it.

-- I see. Well, it's obvious anyway, -- the news about the poster for Varya wasn't a surprise, although it did reveal something. -- I'm more concerned about... If he's not in the room for a long time, and no one knows where he is, can you... Well, just keep an eye out, just in case.
She didn't say anything else. Varya felt grateful to Oleg, and also some pangs of conscience. After all, he had to touch Alidum because of her, and she could have restrained herself and not shown unnecessary feelings.
After classes, she approaches him:
-- You... I'm sorry that it happened. It's not something they teach you, I was completely taken aback... And thank you.

— It's all right. — He decides to change the subject. — By the way, did you like the magazine? I suppose the architecture in Sakuramori is good?

— Yeah, everything's fine. — He decides to change the subject. — By the way, did you like the magazine? I suppose the architecture in Sakuramoria is good?

— Yes, I read it! It turned out to be about a slightly different topic, — Varya answered honestly, then blushed and wondered if she should have kept that information to herself. — But it was good too! It contained advice on how to take care of your health, and it was even from the king himself, — she finished confidently, so that the guy wouldn't think that she didn't like the gift.

— That’s how it is. Well, I’m glad you liked it. To be honest, I don’t know much about the ruler of this country. What impression did you form of him during your time in Sakuramoria?

I was really hoping Oleg would reply with something like, "Great! You can show me the parts you liked the most later."

I can already picture Duncan and Ixsora cutting the undead into pieces and disposing of them in acid-filled barrels.

The disappearance of yet another random whose name Nira didn't even bother to remember consumed about the same amount of her attention as lectures on tolerance toward our lesser races, but alas, that's not where it ended. First, they force-fed them, for four grueling uninterrupted hours, the ramblings of a deranged cleric preaching about love for demons, beggars, good people, and other drivel, most of which, fortunately, she tuned out while adjusting her appearance in the mirror and sketching summer outfit designs in her notebook. Then they went so far as to arrange public kisses between "accidentally" chosen candidates, shamelessly insinuating the obvious situation they were in. Against this backdrop, even the latest rigged Competitive, specifically arranged to humiliate the locals before two-meter-tall boars fallen from their wild, dump-like homelands, didn't look quite so bad.
Returning from yet another pair of madness-induced classes, Nira sadly felt that even her usual interest in visiting shops had somehow dimmed. And suppose she and her classmates could get back at those brainless jocks on the next exams, — but something told her that the instructors would stretch every point to give Alidum a high grade for his blank sheet of paper, citing some "hidden intellectual trait" they supposedly found deep within his stone-cold skull, while the honest, hardworking Sakura-sea dweller, who had written down ten pages of notes in a sweat, would only earn another lackluster seventy points from them.
Once inside her room, Nira casually tossed her bag behind the writing desk and flopped onto the bed, clasping her hands behind her head. Bell, seemingly, had not yet returned from class, as the now-empty room was bathed in the bright twilight of the setting sun. Her gaze was fixed on a painting of Caeris, rendered in some remote, long-forgotten era. And yet, only a couple of months had passed! For what purpose, and indeed why, had she returned to these walls? Why was she letting the matron, drenched in her madness about the friendship of peoples, wash her brain? Because the academy promised some unique knowledge and skills? Oh, no, those weren't her thoughts; they were just inventions pitched by Cassia's father to keep her friend by his side. Why keep her friend? Well, she needed supporters anyway, people she could build beneficial connections with, plus they still owed her a favor for a birthday gift. And why bother spending time and effort on all that? Well, to be popular, to be successful, to be surrounded by friends. But what was the point? The point kept slipping away, lost in the deepening summer twilight.
The half-open window, like a furnace, poured out stifling heat mixed with the foul stench of cigars. I wonder where it came from? Cheerful voices on the street grew faint and dissolved into the night's silence. Like a character from a cherished childhood fairy tale, she could surround herself with money, supporters, family, and friends, but all of it felt pale and hollow, much like a daydream. In this world, she had only one true ally, someone she could trust, someone she could love fearlessly and with all her heart, who could and would give as much in return. Herself.
Shattering the darkness that had paralyzed her, Nira confidently rose from the bed and glanced at the wall clock. Only five minutes had passed, at most. Damned lectures, and she could barely keep her sanity. Approaching her favorite mirror, she scrutinized her reflection curiously. I wonder, if some wicked witch poured acid on her face, would it ruin her image too much? Probably just a little, but that still doesn't make her a demon. In the end, she could just wear a mask like that weird guy. Alright, pull yourself together, Niarianna, enough wasting time, Nira, get moving. Ahead lies another Competitive, and even if a new defeat awaits you, you still need to try looking better, more beautiful, sweeter, and cheerlier than everyone else. This academy is already barely illuminated by a handful of stars, and the fading of each one will undoubtedly have a terrible impact on the overall atmosphere.

— That’s how it is. Well, I’m glad you liked it. To be honest, I don’t know much about the monarch of this country. What impression did you form of him during your time in Sakuramoria?

— How can I describe it? Well, it’s warmer here, and there are also many good people. Although, it can be a little harder to reach an understanding, and it takes more effort. You have to say two or three words instead of just one, — he smiles awkwardly. — And you’re more likely to encounter someone completely strange, whom you can’t understand. But still, I like it; there are many interesting people around, and overall, it’s interesting.

“I see.” Oleg decided not to mention that he had asked about something else. “Well, based on what I’ve seen so far, I agree with you.”

Meanwhile, Varya also belatedly realized that she had been carried away to another steppe.
-- I mean, His Majesty Castiglione... I haven't seen him, and it's hard for me to judge him based only on rumors and the journal. But in general, people are like that. Perhaps this says something, because every country deserves its rulers, right? And so, they write about the king that he is purposeful, a little mysterious, and... well-rounded. Well, that's roughly what we are taught here at the Academy...

— So, you mean as a director? Interesting.

Aren't there any stats for the basket yet?

In the table, right where the experience and gold are. Doesn't fit in HeroesWorld.

Well, our class is pretty weak. At best, we can handle a level 4 enemy, and even that's unlikely.