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A nod, meaning "same thoughts, just making sure."
-- Of course. Thank you for your vigilance. Well, if you wish, you can join the city tour; I'll stay in the room for a while and then head out.

After some time and a few entries in her diary (I'll write more later), Aiko went to the Green Dragon.

"I hope Gaheris didn't hide his… things in the kitchen," thought Aiyano. She imagined the situation: the headmistress finds them, is horrified, calls the guard, they search the whole city, put up posters, and the girl herself is taken in for another interrogation, locked up in a pre-trial detention center, the Sanctuary will never be completed, the Phantom will go into the service of the princess and commit incredible villainies, a civil war will begin in the country and end with a monstrous explosion in the center of Margel, under which the resulting chasm will open a passage to the Abyss, from which hordes of demons will emerge, the existence of which no one even suspected before... "I have to stop her!" she decided and was about to rush after her, but stopped halfway and shook her head. This was not the right time to run through such scenarios in her head. Nihonka gathers her thoughts for a moment. "Sonatochka..." she says sadly. The only person who could have steered the empire of scabby Reimei in the right direction – for example, by paying reparations to Nihon – but was eliminated in a palace coup simply because she was a woman. Crossing her arms over her chest and thoughtfully pacing back and forth in the store, occasionally glancing sideways at Lolita, she couldn't quite grasp some of the things that had flashed through this story. Approaching the saleswoman, she leans very close to her face and examines it for a long time, trying to detect any Reimei features... But, unfortunately, she cannot. And that's not surprising – the average Reimei is a typical representative of a new historical community, mixed with all possible traits, and therefore indistinguishable from the crowd. But what if these were false memories? Someone uploaded them into this physical shell, or even the headmistress is now showing a fantastic tale solely to deceive them? For a master manipulator, this shouldn't be a problem at all. After frowning for a while, she says to Lolita: "I need to check something. I saw that you were hit by an ethereal being – I need to look at the wound. Don't worry, I'll be quick, and there's no one else here. I absolutely need to do this to understand. Okay?" she tries to look at her carefully and delicately.

All that remained was to discuss how the "leader" and the leader would meet, and whether they would now meet with the wizard. Of all the inhabitants of Barsina, he looked like someone who might have useful information for their group. But this certainly did not mean that he actually had it or was willing to share it.

—At least we definitely wouldn't survive another battle with the warlock. —the armored knight "growled." —We didn't survive the last one... So, besides the church, there is nothing else in the city. I don't think the vizier will help us. He heard my story about the apostles. If he wanted to, he would have invited us long ago. We were in the palace for a month. I'm afraid he might become interested in the talking raven. He might take an interest in the stones. Tell the king. It's not difficult to find the Abomination anyway. I think we'll have to go to the tournament... But I was wrong a lot. My word is worth very little now.

— I was wrong just as much as you, but I understand your concerns. We don't have many options, and going to church is a risk for any of us. I'm not sure that even sending Septet there wouldn't be a risk for our raven. Most likely, we will indeed have to go. But are you sure that Thrace won't find your new appearance suspicious? Won't it seem too suspicious? A visit to her may involve certain risks, you must understand this.
After answering Kline, the Tanarian turned to Septet.
— Regarding the tournament, have you heard anything about the participants and "sponsors," if not of the current one, then at least of the previous one?

After frowning for a while, she says to Lolita:
- I need to check something. I saw that you were hit by an ethereal being – I need to take a look at the wound. Don't worry, I'll be quick, and there's no one else here. I absolutely need to do this to understand what happened. Is that okay? - she tries to look at her gently and delicately.

Due to her condition, the girl doesn't resist, and Aiyano discovers a wound on her stomach that is incompatible with life.

From Thursday to Friday night

“Yes, your Imperial Blade is still quite effective,” Beata said, stretching languidly on the bed.
“I need to show some strictness towards this dangerous criminal and thoroughly inspect all the most hidden places, just in case you stole something besides my heart,” Guyon chuckled, sitting beside her.
“You’re quite the one, aren’t you!” Beata sighed, feigning indignation.
She paused for a moment, then continued. This issue needed to be addressed immediately.
“Listen, now that our relationship has reached a new level, I want to clarify something verbally. Right away. I’ve become a bit more restrained, and in recent years, my list of sexual conquests hasn’t been growing as rapidly as it did in my youth…”
“Although it’s still at a frightening pace,” Guyon muttered under his breath.
Beata glared at him and continued:
“...but I’m not going to stop there. You know, I have a very simple attitude towards ‘friendship of bodies’; there’s nothing sacred about it for me.”
“I understand what you’re getting at,” Guyon raised his hands. “I’m not an idiot, and I knew what I was getting into. I’m not going to expect absolute fidelity from you or get jealous of everyone you flirt with.”
“You’re right to do so,” Beata nodded. “For our mutual benefit, I’ll sleep with anyone, even the baldest devil or Rynze herself. But you are the only one I trust, and for you, I would tear a thousand Victors to shreds.”
“That means a lot to me. I’m glad you’re saying it out loud,” Guyon smiled.
“I’m also glad that we’ve finally taken the words out of our mouths and said what everyone else has noticed. But that’s not what I wanted to say… If I’m going to be with anyone (mainly for mutual benefit, but I can’t guarantee that’s the only reason), then I can’t demand that you remain completely faithful to me and not look at other women (or men, I don’t judge). I’m not going to force you into a situation with charming Lunarians or muscular Orcs against your will, but if you think it’s a good idea to sleep with someone, you can do it without worrying that I’ll make a jealous scene.”
“I don’t think I’ll often take advantage of this privilege,” Guyon replied, “after all, I see ‘friendship of bodies’ as an expression of affection and trust. But thank you. You’re right, there might be a situation where it’s the most optimal solution.”

Basically, I want my characters to be able to complete quests with XXX content, but their romantic storyline shouldn’t suffer.

Are you planning to build harems with both characters at the same time?

— I made just as many mistakes as you did, but I understand your concerns. We don't have many options, and going to church is a risk for any of us. I'm not sure that even sending Septetus there wouldn't be a risk for our raven. It's likely that we will have to go. But are you sure that Thrace won't find your new appearance suspicious? Won't it be too suspicious? Visiting her may involve certain risks; you must understand this.

—If we stay here, we lose. If we go to the tournament, we lose. We can tell Thrace that we were attacked on our last mission. We lost Kenshiro; can he travel with us unnoticed? And I was maimed to the point of being incapacitated, except for swinging a sword. Or we can hire a guide and not participate in the tournament. We won't get any money, but we won't lose a fighter. We'll assess all the participants from a distance. We'll track down and crush the spirit of the ugliest one. Or we'll get the stone from his corpse if he's defeated in battle before us.

Are you planning to build harems with both characters at the same time?

Yes. Twice as much fun!

— Regarding the tournament, have you heard anything about the participants and "sponsors," if not for the current one, then at least for the previous one?

The Raven began to recount information related to the respected people of Calcite, but it seemed to have no bearing on their mission, at least at first glance. When Septet finished, he fell to the ground and dissolved into it. Apparently, the magical energy that sustained him had run out.

“Don’t hesitate to ask him questions,” said Narya, without mentioning that the raven has a limit on the number of questions it can answer.

"That was a delicious fruit," Beata thought, licking the juice off her fingers. "But I really should tell Ayko that I couldn't resist. He was so suspicious... and so delicious... Oh, I hope I don't have an allergic reaction." "And the food here is quite good, and the bonuses are very pleasant," thought Guyon. "Although, the fruit was rather strange. I wonder if I should have eaten it?" The two of them happened to cross paths in the corridor. "Wow, what handsome people live here," Beata whistled, looking Guyon up and down. "May I introduce myself?" "Of course. Rotkod Oct, at your service, mademoiselle." "Nice to meet you! I'm Beata. I just came from Margel to relax. So many terrible things happened there, it was awful!" "What a coincidence. I was in Margel before coming here. By the way, how do you like the hotel?" "Oh, it's wonderful! And the service is excellent. And the bonus is very tasty!" "You mean those wonderful fruits? Yes, I must admit, I couldn't resist. Very unusual, but it smelled so good that I gave in." "Yes, the same. A friend of mine told me not to eat unfamiliar fruits, but... Oh well. If I go back to Margel, I'll definitely complain to her about my irresponsibility." "Well, maybe it wasn't irresponsibility. By the way, where are you going?" "I'm just going to browse the shops." "Ah, that female urge to shop! I think I'll look for some adventures." Beata goes to "Thanglong," Guyon goes to the adventurers' guild.

- I don't understand... Do you understand anything? - Lolita asks. Lacking medical knowledge, she tries to at least visually assess whether the wound has healed (at least, are there any stitches). Then, she gently palpates the area. And then - she tries to remember if her current appearance has any connection to what she saw in her memories - surely she must have looked at herself in a mirror or a crystal aristocratic decanter at least once.

“It must have overheated,” the Knight stated indifferently.

"— I suppose now we are left to either wait for a replacement or instructions to sail back," commented Alaria, who had not yet fully recovered from the shock, "the Septet was presented as one of the important elements of our mission."