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Garrett finds Sisiandra. — Hey. You're pretty good in hand-to-hand combat, right? Check this out, there's something here that might interest you. He offers her to take a look at the book and points out what to pay attention to. — I was just about to go there. Let's go together, we'll teach a few people a lesson.
— Sounds suspicious, but I'm curious. Let's go.
Garrett and Sisiandra arrive at the BK. No one greets them or asks them anything. And a couple of moments later, they have to fight someone.
Falls beside her, pressing against her with its massive chest.
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Erephir accepts the flag, laughs maliciously, and feels a burning hatred for the recklessly standing Kilike nearby...
No. Actually, no. She rather feels surprised that she decided to give this new Nosendrot flag, which evoked associations with guns, the cunning scoundrel La Ruan, and his policy of enslaving everything and everyone, to the ornamental girl, while she herself preferred the times of the old kingdom, in which there were traditions, Knights, Tournaments, balls, and all that... Although, did she even live during that old Nosendrot? Perhaps not, these were just fairy tales that her parents told Erephir in childhood, already under Marselde, and were very far from reality.
So, there was nothing to be done about it, and this is what the flag of her Homeland looks like. You don't choose your homeland. You can even learn something from it.
-- Thank you very much! Excellent work, it will take a worthy place in my room. -- Well, girls, is there a place you would like to visit next?
- I left all my money at home, tee-hee. - Oh, - Astellia remembered, - I completely forgot to chip in 150 for Kaline to upgrade her outfit. And what kind of flag is that, by the way? I don't remember that design.
What do you mean, "onlookers"? I might have given it to Beata to use as inspiration for an artist. I need an excuse to post embarrassing pictures from Pixiv. Beata suppresses the urge to write a three-letter Zimivian word on the gate. - V - for politeness. Maybe we should go for a walk somewhere else? We still have some time. - Where? To the casino? To the golf club? Or should we annoy Her Highness? - You know, I wouldn't advise you to annoy Her Highness. - Or maybe I should. Maybe she'll fall in love with me. - Only an idiot like me could love a winner like you. - Thanks, that's comforting. - Actually, it was a compliment... - Okay... Maybe we should go home? We need to think about the applications. - Yeah, and Raphael has a performance tomorrow... - And I, as always, screwed everything up... This time, maybe literally... Will you throw a rotten tomato at him for me? - I'll throw two for you.
They return home. At home, Guyon, with the most stone-faced expression possible, goes to Kalina and adds digestive problems to his application.
- I left all my money at home, tee-hee.
- Oh, - Astellia realized, - and I completely forgot to give Kaline 150 to upgrade her outfit. And what is that flag, by the way? I don't remember seeing that design before.
-- It's my family's, -- replied the redhead, truthfully, although her answer was somewhat misleading in its form. -- The crossed weapons symbolize a willingness to defend the bright sunlight in the blue sky from the encroachments of enemies, or that's how you can interpret it if you try to be romantic. And should she not be? And you don't necessarily have to go shopping; the city is large, clean, and rich... Hmm. Well, I have one place in mind in connection with my obligations.
-- This is my family's, -- replied the redhead, truthfully, although her answer was somewhat misleading in its form. -- The crossed weapons symbolize a willingness to defend the bright sunlight in the blue sky from the encroachments of enemies, or at least that's how it can be interpreted if you try to be romantic. And why shouldn't she be? Besides, you don't necessarily have to go shopping; the city is large, clean, and prosperous... Hmm. Well, I have one place in mind that relates to my obligations.
The girls are eagerly waiting to hear what place Erephir had in mind.
After doing a couple of simple warm-up exercises, Garret walked back and forth, waved his arms, inhaled and exhaled, and cracked his joints. He glanced at his opponent – an ordinary-looking guy, not scarred, but since he came here, he must be able to do something. Sisiandre, on the other hand, got a muscular redhead as her opponent. A male version of Erefir? Let's see how she handles him. Having warmed up, Garret stands opposite the guy and gives him a creepy, burning grin. — Well, kid, get ready for a beating. Let's go.