Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

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It's just that Bereit is a foreigner; in his country, wives are supposed to obey their husbands and not put up a fight.
I wonder, what country could Bereit pretend to be from? What does his passport say, Reven?

From Alrion.

The unnamed guide of "Созвездия" (Constellation) warmly welcomed the visitors and agreed to give them a tour of the institution and show them the children. However, this was not meant to be. 

Shortly after they crossed the threshold of this place, they heard someone playing the flute beautifully. 

The melody would have seemed soothing to any listener, but not to them. 

Beata, Aiko, Garrett, Mereel, Vortex, Kilika, and Kalina lose 

They feel the blood in their veins ignite, and soon their bodies have strength only to sustain the most vital life functions.


— Rrrr, — growled the young girl, trying to crack the lock on Aiko's suitcase. 

— Don't you dare fart, Lai Huang.
— Oh, shut up! — After several attempts, the girl finally managed to crack the suitcase lock. — Wow! So much in here! — She joyfully plunged her hands into the bag with 3716 rems. — Just think how many rice cakes you could buy... One, two... 
— 337.
— Oh, Carla, you're so smart.
— You bet.
The other wards weren't wasting time either. 


Adele, Antoinette, Sao Bao, and Chu Han energetically searched the main trio first, then discovered Garrett, whom they had previously overlooked, and then the Carnelianites who were lurking at a distance in combat readiness. 
— Mistress, what shall we do with them?
— We don't need corpses, so...

After looting Carnelian, the wards of "Созвездия" waited for the next train to Margel, put them on it, and sent them on their way.

The wards of the Constellation claimed everything for themselves except:
- items in clothing and footwear slots
- Harold's Skull
- Valis
- Fruit pit
- Diaries
- Rings of antimagic

Nothing happened to Guyon, who was resting at the inn, but to get back home he needed to find money for a ticket somewhere.

Your face when you loot other players' characters.

LOL, you guys fell for the same trick again.

But they removed the anti-magic rings from your mages...

/Players cannot be trained, I confirm./

Alex, let’s just pass by the Dullahan. Agreed?

Ah, and of course, we decided not to take the rings either...

On the other hand, if the players hadn't eaten the fruit and gone there, a party wipe could have easily happened. But instead, they just split us up. Let's look for the positives, guys.

- Eat the fruit, they said. Everything will be fine, they claimed. What a bunch of jerks! At least I didn't get diarrhea from these fruits! - Beata complained, angrily throwing open the doors to the "Carnelian" headquarters.
Only when she plopped down on the couch and caught her breath did it hit her again.
Guyon!
GUYON!!!
His sacrifice was in vain... The awesome, expensive crossbow he earned was lost for nothing!!! And now he's suffering alone, broke, in a city full of enemies!!!
Beata's first impulse was to snatch the wallet from the first person she saw and rush to the train to rescue her teammate. But she forced herself to stop.
- Boss, what are we going to do now? - she asked Ayko, - we're now persona non grata there. Guyon might be able to get away with it, since he's not really with us, but he's alone, without money, without contacts. He's probably already been kicked out. And with such a grand failure, I don't want to show my face to Her Highness.

/ And what happened afterward? Did you make it? Did it subside? /

Yes, a couple of hours before arriving in Margel, the symptoms subsided, and there are no health-related side effects.

Is Guyon still not over it?

It is unclear whether this was a consequence of eating an exotic fruit or simply the journey to a picturesque place, but that night, Garrett had extraordinarily vivid dreams. In them, he was carried through endless flowering gardens, where the branches of trees were dotted with strange fruits. A distant hum of the city could be heard, but its direction was impossible to determine; it seemed to come from another planet. Only a sea of greenery surrounded him, sunlight danced on the smooth, fleshy leaves, and bizarre shadows slowly drifted across the ground. There were no people or animals here, not even the sound of birds singing or insects buzzing. Only endless, lush vegetation, as far as the eye could see. In this strange, silent realm of flora, it paradoxically seemed both alien and familiar to see a traditional symbol of death – a familiar figure stood motionless, entangled in creeping vines that pierced through the bones and sheltered from the sun by lush crowns. Like a strange, forgotten stage prop, it only slightly stood out from its surroundings. And yet, encountering it here was not surprising – for even after disappearing from reality, this image was forever imprinted on the subconscious through an ancient ritual. Even if there is no longer a real possibility, at this stage, communication is no longer necessary. Everything is clear without words, whether spoken or simply imagined. A lost soul may be erased and forgotten, but as long as even one of them exists, the nameless image will remain, an eternal, haunting shadow. They are always together, in life, in fantasy, and in eternal nothingness. It was just a skeleton, no different from any other, but it was impossible not to recognize it. The empty gaze of the black eye sockets stared into nothingness... Or did it? It began to forge a path, and the endless green walls shifted and crumpled, as if they were stage sets themselves. The flowering gardens crumbled into dust, and now a small town could be seen. In an instant, the entire field of vision was filled by a single building – the destination, a vague goal. The presence of many souls could be felt within. The sun suddenly set below the horizon, but the last rays of the setting sun managed to cast a few sparks on the roof – and now the building was already ablaze. No cries could be heard from within, and no one ran out. The fire devoured the silent walls, as if they had resigned themselves to their fate. Soon, everything would collapse like a house of cards. Was it really that simple? Something rustled, rumbled beneath the ground, trying to shed the crumbling mask. An incomprehensible horror seized him, forcing him to turn away from the sight. But beyond it was only a cosmic, dark void, into which he could only fall and disappear without a trace. Asterisk opened his eyes. He lay for a moment longer, until his racing heartbeat returned to normal, and then he got out of bed. He was met by the same dead gaze – Harold looked at his brother indifferently. However, the sight of the indifferent skull made Garrett exhale with relief – not least because of how it looked. The day before, he had amused himself by trying to put the helmet he had received from the hellish blacksmith on another similar-looking skull. It clearly didn't fit, but he still managed to somehow put it on top. A skull on a skull – wasn't that funny? "How's the hat, little brother, didn't it chafe you overnight? Okay, I've tried it on, give it back." Grinning, Garrett got ready and left the room. The trumpet was calling.

After tormenting Carneol, the "Constellation" students waited for the next train to Margel, put them on the train, and sent them on their way.

Not for long, heh. But they left the brother, and I still managed to have some fun with the skull.

Well, there's not much to fear from Kenichiro, but the internet is currently very slow, so I won't be able to play. Let's move on; OD for experience.