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— Huh? — the Tanarsian girl looked up from her reading and saw one of the people from yesterday approaching. — Excuse me, I was engrossed in my reading. Alaria pondered. Was it worth reminding them where they had met? They might guess the reason for her recent visit. It could lead to problems if they were from the same sect that considers some of the laws governing the universe to be "unnatural." Although... they themselves had criticized the "bullies" not long ago. So, they don't seem to be. — We could have met yesterday morning, — the girl finally answered the question. — Alaria Doran, nice to meet you.
Beata couldn't help but notice the thoughtful pause that their new acquaintance had fallen into before answering. What was that about? As if going to church is something bad! Although, maybe she's from a cult or some other kind of evil, who knows. But even if that's the case, she survived meeting Evgeny, so everything is fine. — Alaria, nice to meet you! — she smiled. — So, I wasn't wrong. My name is Beata Laxse, and this is... — she turned to her companion. — Gion Tamaris, — he nodded, observing the interaction. — By the way, Alaria, how's the archive update going? — Beata continued. — We won't know if it's better or worse until we see it. On the one hand, so many interesting things have appeared, and this Baldr's school sounds really cool, but on the other hand... they removed the books on professions and combat skills, which is a shame. — Yes... Well, at least it's open, and that's good, — Gion nodded.
- Okay, I understand! Having successfully taken over the tasks, Raptilion began his WORK. Spends 1 Action Point on contemplation and 7 hours on work, after which he returns home. I don't think it's necessary to add 1 each time; at the end of the week, just add 7.Ple-Sen
Nebok, just don't forget to "accidentally" make mistakes in favor of the players during deep contemplation.
And what will happen to him for that?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Beata couldn't help but notice the thoughtful pause their new acquaintance took before answering.
She's just a typical shonen protagonist who thinks she's calculating her actions in seconds, but to those around her, she just seems to be zoning out. Author
- Alaria, nice to meet you! - she smiled. - So, I wasn't mistaken. My name is Beata Laxse, and this is... - she turned to her companion. - Guyon Tamaris, - he nodded, observing the interaction. - By the way, Alaria, how's the archive update going? - Beata continued, probing. - We won't know if it's better or worse until we see it. On the one hand, there's so much new and interesting stuff, and this Baldr's school sounds really cool, but on the other... They removed the books on professions and combat skills, which is a shame. - Yes... Well, at least it's open, and that's good, - Guyon nodded.
— I won't lie, this is my first visit to the imperial archive, - the Tanarian replied with a slight smile, - I was thinking of visiting before it closed, but I just couldn't find the time. So it's hard to compare, - Alaria didn't mention that her personal flying archive was barely working, - but I can understand your disappointment. I wouldn't mind learning a new profession myself, but cooks in Margel don't seem to be in demand, despite the abundance of establishments. It seems that I have other talents, - the warrior mentioned that she had "technically" been a soldier, a mercenary, and even, in a sense, a model, at different stages of her life, - but they don't seem to meet local standards. - As for Baldr's school, - a nervous chuckle, - I... already am. Although the archive, I'm afraid, is not the most suitable place to demonstrate my skills. And I'm only just beginning to learn the chosen path, having completed only about half of it. But I'll say right away that the time spent is worth it. It allows you to look at the world in a completely new way. But I also recommend not neglecting the history of the founder - the stories about the students of Baldr are very interesting, although they are full of tragedy. In a way, they are even instructive in themselves.
-- By no means, My Lady, Your Highness, -- a deep bow. -- I can assure you that Carneol is perfectly aware of your remarkable appearance, and we have heard about your talents in the magical arts. So, I am personally extremely pleased and honored to see you in person.
"This slightly changes the available topics for conversation. What did we have? Salary? Well, Princess Naera doesn't know us at all, and she isn't even our sponsor, so why would she... Hmm, it's better to save thanks for a specific matter. Okay. Then, like this..."
-- Could it be that Carneol also owes the choice of today's gifts to you? However, regardless of the answer, our humble squad appreciates the honor and attention that is being shown to us, -- a bow. -- May I ask you a few questions regarding the upcoming new month and the squad's near-term plans?
- Narya does not usually delegate such personal tasks to others, so no - Carneol does not owe today's gifts to me. As for the questions, that is exactly why I am here now.
Carneol's fantasies: Naira hands out ice cream, saying, "Here, my sweethearts, have some!" Reality: Naria hands out sweets, saying, "Ice cream for the frostbitten! 😎"
- "Merely a human." - The Arselian superior sighs. - If you were faced with a demon, an evil spirit, or a ghost crucifying itself in its humanity, would you truly want to take its words to heart?
- I would not want that very much, it is true. And yet, over the years my life experience has taught me that things are not always so straightforward. Evil deeds and intentions are evil—there is no doubt about that—but the opposite is also true. For example, I happened to witness a scene where the spirit of a long-dead person was soothing the souls of executed brutal criminals, preventing them from causing chaos and poisoning the lives of living people—not for any selfish purpose, but because he had been bound to this duty in life. Such a thing was new to me, and if someone had told me about it, I would not have believed it, but I happened to behold this fact with my own eyes. Author
Moreover, the sincerity of your decision to cross this threshold is easily called into question by the fact that you walk in the company of a bodyguard ready at any moment to pounce on any source of danger to you. - Bruno shifts his condemnatory gaze toward the Lord. - I have encountered reckless fanatics of Rinze, Rishists and Gnostics who pervert the laws of nature, Tevta brigands devoid of humanity, but for a son of Anuzish to swear his love for a simple alien, not even a celestial or an otherworldly goddess, in the middle of a temple hostile toward her, in the presence of its own superior... If I kept a diary, I would certainly add an entry about this unique experience.
- This son of Anuzish is under my supervision. His origin and some of his sins are known to me, but he has sworn not to do evil, and in these words one feels a sincerity uncharacteristic of his dark soul. Let his past sins remain with him, but if he does something good or even simply commits no new ones... If this is at least the minimum that can ensure my existence, then this matter no longer seems so futile to me, superior, - the priestess humbly bows her head. Author
- Our world, like any other, lives by certain rules. For example, those born to crawl cannot fly, and mortal shells, to sustain life, require the gifts of nature, and each is allotted a specific term. All this is necessary for the harmonious existence of our planet, but otherworldly entities try with all their might to disrupt this order of things. Look at yourself, for instance; though you look like us, surely you are also endowed with certain peculiarities or abilities not of this world? At the same time, their nature and your intentions toward them mean nothing—it is something that should not exist, no matter how tempting the fruits of their "correct" use may be. One does not need to look far for an example of the consequences of the blasphemous application of these powers—Nephiria, the land of the undead, is one such case. Monogath and those he turned may well think that their idea to defeat death, hunger, and other "inconvenient" features of human life is a noble idea, but I think you will agree that it is not. Of course, if what you claimed about yourself is true... In the time of the war with the celestials, it was all the same, only on a much larger scale. If not for Arselia and our righteous ancestors, this world might no longer exist.
- Despite the differences in our natures, many constants of reality remain immutable from one space to another. I have heard of this country, and the existence of something like it weighs upon my soul because I can easily visualize it. And yet, before you stands not a phantom, but ordinary flesh and blood. My... "peculiarities" are not as unnatural as you might think based on my aura. I, of course, do not dare claim that our beliefs and worldviews are identical, but there are points of convergence. I have not heard the names of these heretical gods; where I had the misfortune to come from, we also revere nature in its embodiment—the forests, mountains, oceans, deserts, the people and animals that inhabit them, and the eternal cycle of existence to which these entities are subject. Not being a native daughter of Anuzish, I still cannot help but feel warm and familiar feelings toward her, in her gentle wind, the rustle of leaves, or the rays of the celestial body warming the skin, so little different from those I am used to. If there is something good I can do for Mitten to confirm my words, then please, let me know. However... If it is not taboo within the framework of this conversation, could you tell me a bit about Arselia? I feel in my heart that it is critically important, but so far I cannot formulate why. Unfortunately, my understanding of this matter is currently at a rather approximate level...
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