Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

After showing her authentic identification, Sarana began to examine Garrett's equipment and inventory.
- A lovely statuette, - she commented to herself as she finished the inspection, - you may go, I apologize for taking your time.

wants to guide a bad guy onto the right path in life

"A police major? Oh. That's why she was alone; the small-time thugs were running around in pairs."
He was rather surprised that the guard's attention was not focused on the human skull in the bag, but he decided it was better not to delve into that topic.
— Uh-huh, nothing special. — without specifying whether he was referring to the time or the statuette, Garrett initially made such a comment, but he still lingered his gaze on the acquisition.
Nothing special? Of course, the crossbow primarily caught his attention, but the figurine... Well, it was indeed lovely. Eyes the color of blue frost gaze deeply into the soul, and the same hair cascades in soft waves over delicate shoulders. Unusual clothes adorned with intricate floral patterns emphasize her slender figure. Her weapon is an elegant and at the same time impressive Mirai sword, a "katana," which she holds so easily and casually in her hands. She is a warrior, resembling a forgotten heroine from undefined worlds and times... Did she really have a living prototype, or is it pure aesthetics, elevated into a material form by talented hands and a creative mind? For a moment, he even felt the urge to return and ask the master for more details.
— Definitely an 8 out of 10, a very charming image. — he finally said. — A good piece of work; it wouldn't be a shame to decorate a room with it.
The company of the high-ranking guard was tiresome for the rogue, and Garrett was already about to leave, but a curious question was still lingering in his mind.
— May I ask, Major... What name would you give her?

- I have no illusions that you will believe a single word I say. But since you're asking, I'll indulge you. The story isn't very interesting and is the result of a series of choices made on both sides. I was investigating a certain matter related to the activities of someone close to me, in order to get to know him better, and simply out of curiosity. In the process, I ended up in the lair of what you call a "bandit." It wasn't a matter of such importance that I would risk sacrificing everything for it, including my own life, and it would have been wiser to leave immediately. That thought occurred to me, but I couldn't help but try. I had a feeling that if I untangled this web of mysteries, I could help my acquaintance shed some of the burden weighing on his soul. The "bandit" possessed the information I needed and offered an easy way to obtain it. For the vast majority of people, there would be nothing special about him, but according to my principles, it would be unacceptable. The very culture that you mock, saying it doesn't exist – it turns out that I risked everything for a phantom in my head. Let it be so. To his credit, he turned out to be more principled than he seems at first glance. I managed to discern the smoldering embers of decency in his bleak soul, and perhaps that's what surprised him. After learning about his life story, and after talking to you and some other people, I can clearly see why he turned away from the world. Once, I myself would have thought in similar reprehensible terms, but I don't think I have the right to do so in Anuzish. ...in the end, after a heartfelt conversation that seemed to last an eternity, he was kind enough to exchange this information for something of equal value and let me go. I finished my business, and that could have been the end of it, but an unforeseen complication arose. I will omit the details because they don't concern you, but the point is that either I finally leave this difficult story behind, and the people close to me... bear the consequences, or I bear them. It should be obvious to you how any normal person would act. And here I am. Everything else is just time spent together, during which I, behind the guise of a "bandit," saw a person and changed my attitude. Try doing the same sometime, and you will see that people respond to kindness with kindness. And no alien magic will be required," she shrugs. "I warned you that the story would be boring. You can truly look into someone else's heart only with the permission of its owner, but not from the words of others.

- Now, my direct question, since I have answered yours. Would you kill a mermaid in order to "cleanse" the world of someone who is different from you?