- Hello! - A girl with an energetic demeanor greets the redhead.
(Since October, you can visit "secret locations" without the book)
Registration for the "Miss Margel 975" contest:
Erefir, Beata, Alaria, Aiyano,
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
Well, he's generally quite tolerant, that's just how he is.
- Hello! - greets a red-haired, energetic-looking girl.
- Thank you for that, abbot. I... I understand a lot now, - replies Myco in a slightly trembling voice. After everything that was said, she felt like an absolute nobody, and not at all because of the insults she received here. - Do you believe in fate? I don't really, but... maybe it had a hand in our meeting, just for this.
Swallowing the lump in her throat and not having the strength to look the priest in the face, she gives a sad, farewell bow, then pulls Edglord by the sleeve:
- Let's go. Let's not bother the holy father anymore.
Casting one last, heavy glance at the building they left behind, and barely lifting her feet as she shuffled across the rocky ground, she wandered aimlessly, just to get as far away from here as possible – she hadn't felt such a moral decline even after the phantom duel. Her hand rested on the gohei case hanging from her belt – an equally alien artifact, just like herself, and the thought crossed her mind: would it fulfill the priest's wish if she pointed it at her temple or her heart?
- Thank you for that, EdgeLord-kun, - Ayano finally says. - You know, she told me the same thing once, and I tried to believe it. I thought you were serious about this, but... I didn't think it was this serious. Maybe I should thank providence for this sobering reality check, - her face brightens for a moment - or rather, contorts - into a painful half-smile, which fades after a second and a half. - If that... Dedpikhto-san of yours were here, maybe I wouldn't have realized this. How many of all those who... "would vouch for me in the capital" would turn away from me if they knew the truth? I can't answer that question myself.
-- Good afternoon, Lady Nadia, it's a pleasure to meet you, -- the redhead smiled, a little embarrassed. She looked at the sign, at the journalist, at the sign on the journalist... So, are we not going to fight today? Three months without fights... I wanted to set the mood for the day and get my fists itching, but it turns out it's not happening. 😌
-- So, you've opened a new business, I see?
- Uh-huh. We'll be holding various events here. Right now, I'm planning a "Miss Margel" contest. Are you interested?