Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

I remember that too, but we’ll talk about it tomorrow.

I left for work eight hours ago but haven't returned yet.

— Nah, the magazine is about nothing. It's about an ugly politician and his views; there's nothing related to our topic. — Garrett commented, putting it aside. — Let's move on. I understand about the surveillance; it's not a great option. News, rumors... Work, hmm? Ah, when I had my dear brother in the company, I was ready to do any menial job, but alone, it feels a bit dull and I just don't feel like it. Okay, for you, boss, I'll think about it. And in my free time, I promise to "patrol" and do all that. Goodbye, dear Aiko.

Garrett checks what job openings there are at SRI, and if everything is as it was, he requests clarification on what exactly an inspector is supposed to do.

— You don't look like a hard worker or someone with the personality traits necessary for this job. — Draco Mellis stated directly. — So, unfortunately!

/ Felt the hateful presence of a Necromancer in Garret. /

Move the banner from Beata's inventory to the wall of Giyone's room...

- Not very friendly, - Miko agreed. - Yamagami Ayano. Yamagami is my family name, Ayano is my given name. You won't find any records about me, so you can start a new file, or a new case, or whatever you call it. As for where I'm from - I'm from far away and I travel, so the territory of my birth won't tell you anything. For the sake of formality, you can write "Nihon." And I'll say right away that I am not a citizen of the empire, despite my appearance and speech. As for my profession, I suppose I can describe myself as a ritualist. Not in a religious sense, but in a more practical one - in particular, I make and sell talismans for good luck, against the evil eye, and all that kind of thing. Will that answer suffice, or should I add something else? - she decided that in the current situation, it was not necessary to go into the details of life and the chronology of another planet and the eternal struggle of her people with the local demons - they wouldn't understand anyway.

— You don't seem like the kind of person who would be a hard worker or possess the personality traits needed for this job. — Draco Mellis stated directly.

- You haven't seen my brother yet.

Move the banner from the Object of Desire in Beata's inventory to the wall of Giyyon's room...

in the Academy, we lived two to a room...

On his way to work at the archive, Merel pondered the possible conversations of the day, the questions that needed to be clarified, the plans for the future, and the killer who might disrupt those very plans. The astrologer was determined, trying to think as quickly and thoroughly as possible about the steps to achieve his goals.

I make and sell talismans for good luck, to ward off the evil eye, and all that sort of thing.

Forgot to mention, it also helps with uterine congestion.

Forgot to mention, it's due to a uterine chill.

and so on.

- Unpleasant, - Miko agreed. - Yamagami Ayano. Yamagami is the family name, Ayano is the given name. You won't find any records about me, so you can start a new file, or case, or whatever you call it. As for where I'm from - I'm from far away and I'm traveling, so the territory of my birth won't mean anything to you. For the sake of formality, you can write "Nihon." And I'll say right away that I am not a citizen of the empire, despite my appearance and speech. As for my profession, I suppose I can describe myself as a ritualist. Not in a religious sense, but in a more practical one - in particular, I make and sell talismans for good luck, against the evil eye, and all that. Will that answer suffice, or should I add something else? - she decided that in the current situation, it was not necessary to go into the details of life and the chronology of another planet, and the eternal struggle of her people with the local demons - anyway, they wouldn't understand.

— Yes, that is a problem... But let's leave it for later, and move on to more pressing questions. — The head of the guard didn't sigh, shrug, or raise his eyebrows, but instead stared intently at Ayano. — In the so-called "chamber of horrors," we didn't find anyone alive besides you. How do you explain that? According to one of the theories, you are the murderer... Considering the condition of the victims' bodies at the crime scene, your physique, and some other factors, I'd like to think that this is nonsense and that it couldn't be you, but in our world, anything can happen. So, let's hear your version of what happened.

- And I am grateful to you for recognizing these details rather than accusing the first person you meet of a crime, - Ayano folded the palms of her hands, which were resting on the table. - At this hour today, being in the port district on business—specifically, I am writing a guide article on various locations in the city for the "Zarya" publishing house as a freelance contractor—I noticed this... attraction and decided to visit it, as I had never been there before, and considered something like this to be ideal material for the article, as an entertainment venue for residents and guests of the city of all ages, - she sighed after these words—so much did they contrast with the reality of what had happened. - At the entrance, I was met by... Unfortunately, I don't even know her name. A girl employee. One of the murdered... I paid for admission; she led me into the "room" itself, or rather the first room of the complex on that floor, and went back. I, however, went forward. As I recall, the complex consisted of only three rooms—a corridor, a hall, and a final room. The corridor was completely empty—not a soul, not a single decoration, nothing. It was disappointing, but not strange. More so, it felt—shoddy. In the hall, there was already... something. There were decorations—some apples on tables, or whatever they were; to be honest, I have a vague memory of that detail after everything that happened. What I remember much better is... the halved bodies of several people. At the time, it didn't even occur to me that they were... real. I was in a fear room, you understand? It's an attraction, it's specifically built that way... - Ayano spoke these words with a certain degree of bitterness, not even so much for the fates of the perished, which was certainly an unjust event, but one she had encountered in her life more times than could be counted; and certainly not to create a theatrical effect. Most oppressive—and infuriating—in this story was the fact that such a simple coincidence of random circumstances right before her eyes led to the loss of life for a specific person, not somewhere and sometime back then, or by some unimaginable monstrous demon embodying an unrestrained primordial element, but right through her fingers, with incredible arrogance and cruelty, by an ordinary thug.
- It seemed very realistic to me; there was even a... smell. But it's an attraction... - she realized she was repeating herself and shifted gears. - But the... I don't know... composition seemed strange to me?.. People in deer heads, a brute in armor, and... some woman. Or rather a girl. Young, but not excessively. Not like that... little one... - she shook her head. - I didn't stay there long. Maybe it's some local legend, how should I know? Then I moved into the final room, and again there was nothing there. Some trinket, and that was it. From there, I exited through the door I had entered and decided to express my dissatisfaction to her. Not in a harsh tone, of course; she's just a child and clearly not the organizer of the attraction. But I wouldn't go to such a shoddy place, nor would I bring anyone I know. I was supposed to describe all this in the article! ..When I shared my impressions, the girl apparently found something strange, she went to check, and I followed. We went through the corridor again, then she peeked into the room, and soon rushed out in tears and ran toward the entrance. And that's when I finally realized—none of this was actually supposed to be there. I hesitated a bit, maybe for a few seconds, followed her, and when I stepped into the vestibule, I saw... her. And the door to the street slamming shut. I didn't even manage to see the silhouette of whoever had just left. I ran to the door, but I couldn't get out—it turned out to be locked, it wouldn't budge. Then I started pounding on it and calling for the guard or anyone at all, and eventually after some time—I don't know exactly, it's hard for me to estimate how much time passed, but not much—a squad of guards entered. You know the rest.
She fell silent, then remembered the final touch:
- I didn't understand how they got in, the door was locked. I asked the guys while we were standing there; they said the door was locked with a key, and it was sticking out of it. But they weren't a hundred percent sure about that. It's all very strange.
After another moment of silence, she added gloomily:
- I don't know what your theories are based on. Like you and those guards can see—there are no marks on me and I have no weapon that could halve a human body, or... you understand. And if I did, I wouldn't have picked it up. I couldn't have locked myself inside from the street either. And I certainly wouldn't have called the guard if I were involved, - she stared back. - Listen, Major. Or Colonel, General, whatever you prefer—I don't understand ranks—all this happened in broad daylight in the busiest district of the city. Surely someone on the street noticed something; I raised a noise almost instantly. It cannot be, and must not be, that he simply vanished into thin air and escaped punishment.

Sometimes it seems like Lock is copying his texts from some book, or books...

The book would use dashes instead of hyphens at the beginning of dialogue lines.

Part 6, Girtabilu

Girtabilu can be found not only in Vishnya but also in all the desert areas of Haulia (the southern continent, where Calcite, Vishnya, etc. are located). As can be seen from the image, the upper part of their torso is human, while the lower part is scorpion-like. They are very agile and almost silent while hunting, and their stinger secretes a very potent paralyzing venom, which, however, not only deprives their victims of the ability to move but also raises their body temperature, especially in the lower abdomen. After the unfortunate (?) traveler is paralyzed, the Girtabilu drags him to its lair, where it then uses him for mating. The more venom the Girtabilu injects into the victim's body, the more pleasure they both experience.

Listen, is there anything in this world that isn't at least partially a "moe" character?