Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

the location reset there, as it turned out

I was also thinking of going shopping, but since I don't have much in the way of clothes, I'm waiting for the item spawn with the flag and to meet the new champion, Mental. I've already played out the scenario where they're wearing cheap flip-flops and Beata sewed a dress out of a curtain, but mechanically, they're barefoot and Beata is naked.

About how quantity affects quantity.

What could this be about...

It's about the fact that in Lafrenia, I have two characters who are too kind and naive, and I don't want to ruin the guaranteed good ending for the third...
In Rheime, there's only Tsukiko, Sirocco, and Xenomia. It would be repetitive to import Tsukiko again after Aiyano, and Sirocco and Xenomia are the kind of characters who are difficult to recruit for something dubious, although I was considering the latter just to make this world a better place.
And Vistéria... Oh yes, Mirastir Heliomar, the magnificent leader of Carnelian, who will be arrested for publicly tearing the sleeves off his shirt with his muscles in the streets of Margel. And with Gulveig, the ending is too ambiguous; I don't know what to write for her.

The fact that the celestials can tear Lafrenia apart – I don't mind.

Lafrenia is one of those worlds that is sad, but I feel sorry for it...

— As you command. I presume Your Highness is already aware of everything about my humble person? I ask this so that I can assure you, I haven't had to command troops, but I have plenty of combat experience, so I will serve you in any role, as you see fit.

— There is no need to worry, your predecessor was not a natural commander and did not come from a military background, but through sheer diligence, she learned to raise the morale of the squad and manage it effectively.

Erephir has documents confirming that she is the new leader of Carneol, as well as 1000 gold.

And I'll try to sleep... You can play player versus player in the meantime.

Gullveig needs to be brought back along with Calentia. It's a shame they missed out on the calcite content.

Gullveig needs to be brought back together with Calentia.

Along with Anders 😍

Anders together with Kasha. 😼

"A predecessor? Am I not the first one to be summoned?" A bow upon receiving the money and documents. -- In that case, may I inquire about my predecessor? About the state of the squad? About when and against whom we are to fight? -- if Naria was still willing to answer questions, she asks. But if Revan is asleep, we'll assume that I've been given all the answers and we'll head to Carneol.

While waiting for a new leader, Biba and Bob got a little carried away with music inspired by prison life.



Ment, Reven left, but I'm here, we can play.

Why won't they heal us? Kilika could have asked...

Ment, Reven is gone, but I'm here, we can play.

Let him go to a stranger's house...

"I wonder, did Princess Nariah mention that Carnelian is a squad? That's what I assumed. But what if it's a whole army, or even a Fortress? I think I heard something like that before; rumors sometimes reach the Dark Lands that someone has organized an entire city made up of various mercenaries. But that would be too much for me to handle all at once. Carnelian is probably just a squad."

Even after the previous answers, Erephir still had questions. But she preferred to keep moving. Now, Erephir Lin'el Darwening walked through the streets of an unfamiliar city, heading towards the address she had been given. She seemed to move slowly, judging by the smoothness of her movements. However, to passersby, her figure might have appeared slightly blurred, making it difficult to catch a glimpse of the swift warrior.

This didn't prevent her from observing her surroundings and being amazed by what she saw. Here, far from the magic-scorched deserts, life went on as usual. People bustled about without a care in the world, seemingly unaware of fear and despair, as if they were in some kind of paradise. The city was simultaneously reminiscent of the cities of Nozenroth in its cleanliness and wealth, but the girl could be sure that such cities did not exist in her homeland. It was too large, too prominent. It was impossible not to know about it.

Well, here she is. Erephir arrived in about five minutes, but some invisible clock hands inside had moved forward an hour: it's amazing what's happening. Here are the gates. She adjusted her hair, removing the ribbon and putting it back in place (the closest GIF in terms of facial expressions and movements):



Done. She rang the bell at the gate.

People bustled about carefree, unaware of fear and despair, as if they were in some kind of paradise.

Nobody tell her a thing. 🤣

The sweet couple sat in the kitchen, reminiscing about Ayko, Zoritsa, and Nora while enjoying a bottle of hidden cognac, when the doorbell rang. "Who else has the wind blown our way...?" grumbled Beata, getting to her feet. "Are you sure you want to greet guests looking like that?" sighed Guion, glancing at the curtain, which was about to fall apart at the seams from a single sneeze. "Do you have a better idea, smart guy? I was just about to go buy some decent clothes, and now someone's showing up," Beata grabbed a cloak from the hook and angrily wrapped it around herself. "Maybe it's a messenger from the Royal Court? With money and equipment," Guion mused, hurrying after her to the door. "If that's the case, then he couldn't care less about how we look. The Royal Court is aware of our escapades," Beata snorted. "Coming, coming!" she called out to the visitor. The door swung open in front of Erephir, revealing an angry, tall blonde woman in a tattered curtain-dress and a winter coat, and a handsome dark-haired young man in an expensive suit and cheap pink flip-flops standing behind her. His expression was a mixture of an apologetic smile and a feeling of utter embarrassment.

About Erathia.

Carnelian, expectation: professionals in their field, top-notch trained mercenaries, everything is super serious.
Carnelian, reality: Biba and Boba.

Indeed... These people clearly needed help, and now everything was clear. Yes, it was evident that they could wield weapons, but for now, they could barely hold onto the strange clothes they were wearing. Carneol presented a stark contrast to the rest of the city that Erephir had seen on her way.

-- Oh, my dear friends, -- she said with a sigh. -- I have come to express my condolences for your former leader and to announce my appointment. Erephir Lin'el Darvening (and I will eventually relearn where the letter "e" and "ye" are used). And you?