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Ayano raises her crossbow and aims it at the wounded man's eye.
- Pom... pom... - she says, but doesn't shoot. Although, it wasn't even loaded.

The Lord opens his eyes and looks with disbelief at the source of the strange sounds, not understanding if what he sees is a mirage or not.

Putting down her crossbow, she lets out another heavy sigh, the umpteenth one that day, and tosses him an emerald before sitting on the floor a couple of meters away – carefully observing all the necessary protocols for a righteous Nihon-ke ninja in such attire and with such a viewing angle, and silently watches the charred remains of the bibizyan.

Bibiziana-5 jumps, defecates, and throws poop at Ayano.

When he decided to introduce his girlfriend to his friends

Considering the changes and new circumstances, Merel decides to go to church, even though he didn't really want to. maybe with someone?

why did you level up my strength?

Lowering her crossbow, she sighs heavily, throws him an emerald, and sits on the floor a couple of meters away – carefully observing all the necessary protocols of a righteous Nihon-ke warrior in such attire and with such a viewing angle, and silently looks at the charred remains of the bibizyan.

Regaining his clarity, he assumes a vertical position and silently looks from the emerald to Ayano. If she could read minds or possessed female intuition, she might have guessed that the wounded man was experiencing two emotions at that moment: the joy caused by her appearance and the embarrassment about his not-so-presentable state.

- I won't feed you with a spoon, and besides, I don't even have one, - grumbles Myco. - If you don't want to, that's your business. At least I'll consecrate your corpse in the morning so it doesn't cause any trouble.

- I won't feed you with a spoon, and I don't even have one, - grumbles Miko. - If you don't want to, that's your business. At least I'll consecrate your corpse in the morning so it doesn't cause any trouble.

- I hear that it's not a mirage after all. - Phantom takes the emerald in his hand and uses its healing properties on himself. - Did it take you long to get here?

I'm going too, just to be sure.

Klin walked through the city, lost in thought. Suddenly, he remembered that he had left his crown on the table with the cleric, but to his relief, he found the artifact on his head – apparently, the undead body retained some ingrained habits. Finding a damp bench in the shade of a bare tree, the warrior, unafraid of getting wet or catching a cold, took his solitary seat, opened his diary, and skimmed through the first pages.

"The name given to me at birth is Klin. My calling is to serve Her Highness. My old interests and passions are shrouded in darkness, but my current ones are to serve Her Light."
The fog gradually dissipates, revealing the outlines of his native settlement. He felt as if he had forgotten the way home forever, but now the path he had traveled in the past is clearer than the summer sun.

"Since I saw the princess, I have forgotten the faces of my parents."
The veil of darkness clears slightly, allowing him to glimpse the faces of his Kre'dei kin. It will take months, but in the future, he will be able to clear this image in his memory.

"Sometimes I see a familiar face, but I cannot distinguish the details."
A sudden thought strikes his mind, but he pushes the delusion away.

"I will never forget that meeting. It was then that I finally realized to whom my soul, heart, and body truly and eternally belong."
If his heart had not stopped beating three months ago, it might have burst now. He still couldn't remember the details, but now, instead of righteous reverence, his mind was gripped by a cold anxiety. A curse? – a mad thought flashes through his decaying consciousness. No, that's impossible. No one would waste a single spell point on someone like him. Perhaps it was self-suggestion? That sounds plausible, but is it possible? The cleric simply enchanted his dark soul with light magic, that's all.

Klin gets to his feet and continues on his way. In essence, has anything really changed? He still has a job and a mission, and a possible cure as a reward for his efforts. And yet... the world somehow doesn't seem the same. He feels a longing for freedom, which he has been deprived of for many years. And with each passing minute, this exhilarating feeling grows, overshadowing his consciousness with the suffocating fear of losing his own will again.

The knight's first impulse is to rush away from the capital, back home to his family and loved ones. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the dead shell freezes the flow of overwhelming emotions, cooling the turbulent river of restless thoughts.
First and foremost, he has a duty and obligations. He wants to help the person who suffered because of him. And his best chance of a cure still lies in the hands of the princess. Neither his personality nor his character has changed after that fateful meeting with the patriarch. Only one thing is different: now, instead of someone else's desires, even if only for a short time, his own desires prevail in his heart.

***

Unconsciously, Klin finds himself walking in the direction of the villa. The knight turns down two houses and reaches his new home. He stands thoughtfully at the threshold for a moment, then, with an effort of will, breaks the stream of thoughts and goes inside in search of Sanex.

- All are equal before the light of God's eyes, Erephir; their fate will depend only on themselves.
After watching the warrior leave, the patriarch's eyes fall upon new guests.

Fyr-Fyr soon arrives in Carnelian, where he summons Garret and Merel one after another.
To Garret:
-- Well, Gar, the patriarch turned out to be a pleasant person, as he was before; there are no surprises here. He'll intimidate you a little, peer into your soul, and let you go. There is, however, a nuance. I sincerely hope that you haven't done anything "like that" behind my back, or before I arrived, because if you have... well, it would be best to confess immediately and say that you won't do it again. However, I'm just talking nonsense; I believe in you, Gar-the-crossbowman," he winked. "Of course, everything I said is true, provided you decide to go; I won't force you on this matter. But it just seems to me that it's necessary for the job.

To Merel:
-- Mer... Look, I think everything will go well for you at the meeting, but," he glances at Varis. "The sword, in my opinion, radiates a malevolent aura from a kilometer away. Of course, you have everything under control, but as its guardian, you are responsible for your weapon, so keep that in mind. Otherwise, Kripov is favorably disposed towards you; we are the princess's instruments, veteran warriors in Taise, and so on. Of course, he is extremely perceptive, so I wish you luck; defend your right to a white aura.

Why did you increase your strength?

/ We have everything in common, and strength is a good stat for attacks with ordinary weapons. Plus, you'll be able to impress him during the meeting

- All are equal before the light of the divine eyes, Erefir, their fate will depend only on themselves. 
After watching the warrior leave, the patriarch's eyes fall upon new guests.

- Chief? What is she doing here? She doesn't seem to be particularly devout, - Beata murmured quietly, watching Erefir.
- I would say, quite the opposite. If you had seen her face when I suggested bringing a priest into the team... She didn't say anything out loud, but it was as if I had made her eat a lemon, - Gion chuckled.
- Well, that's something, - Beata shook her head.
The couple approaches the patriarch.
- Eugene, - Beata nods reservedly, then breaks into her usual ear-to-ear smile, - congratulations on your new appointment!
- We are very happy for you, - Gion smiles, less broadly but just as cheerfully.
- Yes. And thank you for your morning service too... Is that why Rinze doesn't whisper in my head anymore? If we had known, we would have woken up earlier to come 😅
- Well, now we know, and we hope to make up for it. It's good to know that there are people who protect our world from the influence of the celestial beings... Especially one like that, - Gion nods towards his partner's head.
- I completely agree! And please accept our congratulations on your recent wedding! Sorry we came empty-handed 😅 But we are very happy for both of you, and for Bronislava!
Gion nodded in agreement, fully supporting Beata.
- By the way, about the wedding... We came to you about that, - the adventuress takes her beloved's hand. - Gion and I are already husband and wife, in a way. And some time ago, we decided to formalize our union before Anush and her children. We even managed to exchange vows... Amidst the stress of the fire 😅 But that is clearly not enough, and we are going to have a proper wedding. Over the past few months, I have re-evaluated many things in life and in people. In the past, I did many terrible things that I now deeply regret, but recently I firmly decided to embark on a path of redemption and become a new, better person. It's hard, I almost regretted my decision a couple of times, - she winced, remembering the fire that she was sure had happened because of her, - but I have already realized it. I like being a good person and doing good things. My soul is calm for the first time in my life. And I don't know if I could have found peace of mind without Gion. We have been through a lot together, and his love and support have played a significant role in the changes that have taken place in me. I don't know what I did in my life to deserve such a gift from the gods, but maybe... They sent him to me so that I would embark on the right path. I can't live without him.
- I can only agree, - Gion shrugged. - I owe Beata so much. She saved me from a fate that was far worse than death, and I will be grateful to her for the rest of my life. Thanks to her, I feel like a normal person again. Gods, I feel much more like a normal person than I ever did in my entire past life! If it weren't for her, I probably wouldn't even be alive anymore. She has done so much for me, she has put so much effort and patience into me... She is my whole life. Beata, you say that the gods sent me to you... But maybe it's the other way around? Maybe they sent you to me to save me from the hell that my life was before I met you?
- Well, I'm quite the savior, - Beata snorted.
- Don't argue, - Gion interrupted her sternly, pointing his finger at her, - I know better. But, continuing my thought, - he turned to Eugene again, - I am glad that our fates with Beata have crossed, and I want to bind us forever with unbreakable bonds before the gods. No less than she does. Maybe even more.
- That's how it is, - Beata sighed, - we want to know when we can schedule the ceremony and what is needed for it.

Zhenka, detect the curse of enslavement on Guiyoshe, whose source is Beata: so, buddy, blink twice if you are being forced to do this.

"You are innocent, my son."

"You mean me?" Guyon clarifies.

"No. I am Cold, a sinful offspring!"

Believe in the brainworm and be saved

"Please, shut up," Guyon snapped at the gray voices, "I know I'm not the best person in the world, but I'm not some irredeemable sinner. And yes, I know I have Stockholm syndrome, and I'm not suffering from it, I'm enjoying it. I just wish I knew what Stockholm is."

Within the game's setting, I think the term Nephirian syndrome would be a perfect fit.

- It's getting late, evening is not far off. It was obvious that something wouldn't just swoop down and finish you off, but I'm still surprised why you got hurt. Don't you usually carry around a dozen or so different items for all sorts of situations?