An irritated-looking young woman peers out from behind the gate.
— What are you knocking for? Can't you see it's closed?
Seems like she's already been here. Did anyone go there?
- Hello, beautiful! Is this an art academy? Do you teach painting here?
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
An irritated-looking young woman peers out from behind the gate.
— What are you knocking for? Can't you see it's closed?
Only Aria.
— Sounds good. If we don't burn orphanages, keep people in slavery, and kill innocents, then I agree.
- Not every item is meant for... working folks, - the priestess's gaze eloquently slid over the speaker's clearly non-working-class and expensive attire. - Certainly not luxury items. And not every working person has a natural need for such things to begin with. Honest labor can ennoble and fill a person's soul more than expensive, ornate possessions.

Nebos, throw her a bone or two, maybe she'll become more agreeable. It's clear that something is missing in her life.
and whoever buys this painting will do so at the expense of those whose labor, even if noble, they have stolen.
— Sounds good. If we don't burn orphanages, keep people in slavery, and kill innocents, then I agree.
— Hehe, that's quite a fantasy. Well, I've never done anything like that and I don't plan to, or I wouldn't be the Rat Queen.
Aiyano looks at the back of the strange man, trying to determine what color his footprints are.
The man had a golden soul, and the young woman had a white one.
The man had a heart of gold.
"It's hard to accept that the voice of this man represents two and a half percent of the imperial government..." she muttered to herself.
It seems like she was already there. Did anyone go there?
- Hello, beautiful! Is this an art academy? Do you study painting here?
- Our mutual acquaintance left for a tour last night, right from his mansion.
— Including what?
— Aria is like my shadow anyway; you don't need to be reserved around her.Beata looked at the lunarian with slight distrust, but nodded and continued.