Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

Having finished her meal, Kilika heads to the School of Serenity, where she spends 1 Action Point to begin her training.

A familiar body from the training room appears from one of the doors.

Fool, we're leaving in two days.

Finding nothing interesting at school, Merel returns to her room. She picks up a fruit, stands in front of the mirror, and asks aloud, "To eat, or not to eat?"

A familiar figure emerges from one of the doors, a bodybuilder that Garrett knows from the gym.

We didn't have to wait long, but this guest turned out to be someone I knew from Margel.
"What was his name again, Dai Futo? Maybe he's from around here. Then he'll definitely be an expert on the local cuisine." - the aster thought, watching as the chubby man emerged from his room.
As he passes by, Garret smiles.
— Oh! What a surprise! Hello, Mr. Administrator. What brings you to Yansi?

— If you're free now and don't have any important matters to attend to, I have a business proposition for you. Of course, if you're interested. My companions and I are planning a journey beyond Barsin in the near future, — the Tanarian woman didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point, — and we need a talented guide. And after our joint journey, I have absolutely no doubt about your skills.

Opening her eyes, Ayano gazed for a while at the gloomy rivets on the ceiling beam, which matched the overall atmosphere of the shop. She seemed rather somber and silent.
There were many things she could think about right now, but she didn't feel like it. Long internal monologues wouldn't help. Everything she had seen was perfectly clear, and delving into every detail at the moment would be like deliberately pressing a finger on a sore spot – in some inexplicable way, one sometimes wants to feel it, but it's not beneficial.
Sitting on the bed, she clapped her hands twice, folding them in a prayerful gesture, and asked Kami to guide the souls of the tormentors and the sorcerer on their final journey – deeper into the Abyss.

“It turned out to be close to the scenario I imagined,” she said to the mage. “Do you know anything about a sorcerer named %keraneim%? I remember telling you the story that Bors-san told me. From what I observed, it was he who tried to curse them, but something went wrong. ‘Them’ – because there were indeed two people. What words did he say, hmm?” she tried to recall the words of the spell from her dream, in order to retell them to the mage, and at the same time, all the details of that scene that might be relevant (gestures, possible magical items used, the color of the skill shot, etc.). “I don't understand magic, so you can judge for yourself whether it's reversible or not. As for the events that preceded this…,” she shook her head. “I'm afraid you won't want to know about it. Let's just say they were held captive and tortured for a long time, but not by %keraneim% himself. And yes, you were right in your theory about the nature of the ‘miraculous healing’.”

Talented and knows her worth. Alaria liked her more and more.
“With your skills, I can't say I'm surprised. Would a rate of 25 for half a day suit you?”