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She definitely missed out. I was even interested in that origin story... Back then, the options were to steal either the sphere or the boat. I'm glad Guyon didn't catch up to us. And I'm going to sleep too. We'll think about it in the morning.
- Edge Lord-kun... - Aiyano sighs. - Sometimes it seems like you're thinking six hundred and sixty-six steps ahead, or even a thousand four hundred and eighty-eight, but sometimes it's as if a switch just flips off for some unclear reason.
She shakes her head, her shoulders slumping.
- Let's be honest, for the sake of everyone. No, I didn't tell her directly. How could I know where and for how long I would be sent, or even if I would be sent at all? It's not like I had a ticket in my hand with all the information. Besides, I couldn't know if you would show up or not - maybe you were holding a grudge. And I didn't have time for that at the moment. Also, she was resting, and I didn't want to burden her with my problems. And finally, remember the threatening tone of your own note, which was supposed to prevent exactly this kind of thing. - Mika rattled off a whole bunch of excuses, proving why it couldn't possibly be her fault. - But - I told Bors-san and the blacksmith, just in case, so that there would be a way to find out what happened if "problems" arose. I think you understand what I mean. Plus, I ran around the city a lot that day - many people saw me. And if necessary, the Chimera will get information from them, but it will depend on how they present it. When I told Bors-san, he didn't have a bad opinion of you, but after your argument - who knows if that has changed and in what direction. And "fighting" isn't as cool as you think. Let's assume, for the sake of argument, that she will send some kind of squad after you for a specific purpose. If you defeat them from all sides, then a) it will only lead to escalation, the consequences of which will be impossible to predict, and b) innocent people, starting with the locals, will definitely get involved. I don't want to put the local guys in danger, or even just have to apologize or involve the empire in this situation unnecessarily. All of this will be on your conscience, but on my responsibility. So, I suggest we go to the post office, which can deliver a "message," or to the telegraph, or whatever you have here. Unless you pull out some new gadget from your boot that will solve the communication problem with a snap of your fingers, but I doubt you have one. According to the rules of the genre, you never have such things on hand at the crucial moment.
- During our acquaintance, I have more or less understood your point of view on these things, so don't worry - I won't escalate the situation unnecessarily. You probably won't believe me, but I have no intention of causing you any inconvenience. - Remembering the recent incident at the hotel, he smirked at himself, mentally justifying himself with the phrase "this is different." - But there's one thing. Remember when we had lunch at Trude's? I noticed an annoying raven spying on us, and I shot it down with a throwing knife. Do you think it could have been a messenger from Naria? If so, that complicates things a bit. Okay, let's go to the post office!
- Hello. Where are we sending the message to?... Oh, to the capital of the empire? We only have pigeon post for that, and it will be expensive... A whole 100 rem! Are you sure you can afford it? The Lord pays the stated amount + a bonus so that the worker will hurry. She, in turn, gives them writing supplies and a couple of sheets of paper. - When you're done writing, let me know...
In essence, the painting "saved" you, thanks to Ayko.
I know that something else could have saved us too... And they also say that Nisho ruins everything...
He didn't even kill the fat guy, huh? If I had known that the mafia maniac would be humiliated so much in the expedition, maybe I wouldn't have ported him...
Top worst mechanics of expeditions: 1. Critical failures 2. Various effects on the mind (specifically, the abilities of succubi, etc., and not magic) 3. Item destruction (it's okay as a separate spell, like in fire magic, because not everyone will spend a turn on it) 4. 5.
On the way back to the capital, Klin finishes his diary.
Saria 2
My first opponent in the tournament was a cheerful young man named Yermak. Annoying and tiresome with his silly friendliness. I cut him in two.
The second warrior, Sirocco, incinerated my body with solar energy. Apparently, my corrupted shell can no longer withstand the warmth of light. I knocked his head off with a counterattack.
In the semi-finals, I met our targetHumbaba. He fights in accordance with his name. My blade cannot be broken by such cheap tricks. In a counterattack, I turned his insides inside out.
Humbaba, like me, was connected to dark forces. His soul refused to obey the will of the sword and enveloped me in a decaying aura. Now I can no longer wear equipment. Cursed be you, filthy Humbaba.
In the final, I was supposed to fight the invincible knight named Yedanak Saonara. My comrades decided otherwise. If it weren't for the spear, I might have had a chance. A weapon with a range of more than one makes it equal to those shameful archers. Ugh.
With the last of my money, we used "God's Permission." The flash was so bright that all our allies in Calcite would have seen it. I don't believe anyone will come to our aid. We've already used too many resources. Why new sacrifices?
After a few hours, we met with two *** agents. Apparently, this is our last trump card. They were specially prepared for our mission. With a magic suitcase and a lamp, we have a chance to get rid of the remaining archangels.
Venik looks like a confident and calm man. A guide. He smokes a lot. He comes up with plans. He doesn't understand magic very well.
Iza is young and silly. She sulks, but obeys orders. She can use the power of the magic lamp. She repairs items.
Jinnih is from the lamp. Arrogant, dangerous, unpredictable. It's a pity that we have no choice. I hope the agents know what they are doing.
The Last Sands
With the first wish, we located the archangels. Now Venik's map shows their location. From Barsina, we set off for the archangel of beauty. It is easier and calmer to travel with prepared scouts. Even Calcite no longer seems so dangerous. If I had approached our mission in the same way from the very beginning... But all the money went on torn pants. My sword is supposed to increase intelligence, but apparently not enough.
Along the way, we met an unfamiliar figure. It looks like a cheap trick from Vishnian fairy tales. We didn't talk.
We saw a caravan of slave traders. We decided not to take a chance. Too bad. They could have shared useful information along the way.
We reached "A." We sent Shoneksh on reconnaissance. He was almost eaten. And Iza made the second wish. The archangel of beauty fell from the sky and was cut down by the jinnih. Even more than we asked for. Does it lull us into a false sense of security before the third wish? I didn't think about it then, and that was a mistake. Popug flew away. Without him, it is unclear what to do next.
We made a halt to discuss plans. We decided to go to the coast. The last archangel is somewhere in the sea. We don't have a ship. We don't have sailors. No one knows how to swim. Venik grumbles that this is beyond his competence. That we need to call another scout. I'm tired of waiting. I started writing in my diary. Suddenly, Iza shouted the third wish. As it turned out, the jinnih brainwashed her.
The Return Journey
By the will of the insidious jinn, we were thrown into the sea, and our old ship, the "Sun," washed up on our heads. Apparently, the archangel was on board all this time. Due to my curse, I was able to easily survive the shipwreck. I had almost no belongings, so there is nothing to regret. What happened to the others is unknown. I suppose they were forever lost in the depths of the sea. Four more lives lost through my fault. Apparently, there will be no end to this. My mission has failed, and I allowed myself to be at the mercy of the raging elements.
I was thrown onto the north shore. To my surprise, I found the surviving Annexia. After capturing the ship, the sailors completely broke her physically and mentally. A sad fate. If I were a man, I might have hunched over under the weight of regret and remorse. However, I will never feel these deep emotions.
I somehow managed to restore the captain's sanity. She suggested going north, through the forest. I don't care. If my identity is revealed, I will be destroyed on the spot. I need to get to my mistress. The path turned out to be more difficult than I thought. I am surprised by Annexia's determination. Even fire does not take her. I thought she would be dead weight, but she confidently leads me forward. I don't understand where she gets so much life force from. Is this a human thirst for life? Hope? I'm starting to forget what these grand concepts mean.
After an ambush by spiders, we came across a forest stranger. She scolded us, but listened and even blessed us on our way. I can't understand why I deserve such treatment. Apparently, the forest dwellers really surpass civilized people in everything. This kindness may end badly for them. The world is cruel and unfair.
With the blessing of the stranger, we easily overcame the rest of the way. In the first settlement, we met a kind young man named Makrid. He helped us find our way home. It's strange that since the catastrophe, fate has brought me together only with bright personalities.
Continuing the previous thought... Perhaps it is time for my redemption? Perhaps there is still a spark of hope in my decaying soul? That this monstrous journey, arranged through my fault, will have a happy ending? I have no magic lamp. I don't believe in anything anymore. And yet... If my comrades safely return home, and the third archangel does not survive these events, and our mission is completed... I don't care about the "glory and riches" that we were promised. I don't care what punishment awaits me for the failure. But I do not want to accept the reality in which I am the only one of our squad who was saved from death by the monstrous irony of fate.
.. At least I saved Annexia's life, even though I lost others. Perhaps this desire – to fight for the spiritual bonds of those close to you, and not blind loyalty and the notorious duty, and not a living shell and loud ideals – is what makes you a real person...
Ple-Sen
Граф Орлов