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Klin, hold on a second. Have you even seen Her Highness, the middle princess?

—Well, uh, maybe I saw Her Highness from a distance at some general gatherings…
Klin was too busy brainwashing himself at those events to pay attention to other princesses, but he didn’t say that.

— I hope things will go uphill from now on... Ha-ha, what a Nora I said. I'm really losing it. We definitely don't know any Noras and we didn't leave them to die while saving our loot, ha-ha...

Well, Garrett left Nora to die while saving Mellen... But we didn't do anything like that.

- "Foreigners"... 🤦‍♂️

-- "Sorry for my excessive appetite; I burn a lot of calories during training," Erephir said with a smile, not revealing that she was surprised the comment was in quotation marks.

The chef takes the order and returns with it after a while, thinking it might be time to hire someone to replace Christoph.
- Enjoy your meal.

-- "Thank you very much!"

It was unusual... very unusual to eat animals that Fir-Fir hadn't even encountered in her own world, and she wasn't even sure if they existed there in a non-extinct form. But here... it should have been mentioned that Anuzish was much more abundant in monsters than Ertenia, catering to every taste, and in this respect, it was more like the Dark Lands (although the local geography was still less dangerous and more predictable).

In comparison, the cottage cheese and cherries looked and tasted much more ordinary. But? But still excellent.

-- "You really have an unusual cuisine, despite the homey atmosphere. Yes, you surprise me every time, sir...?"

Somewhere on the outskirts of Volkvang was one of the empire's few remaining firearms factories. That day, a small detachment of well-armed soldiers was hiding in the forest, a hundred meters from it. Their Margel-colored military uniforms were concealed by three-color camouflage cloaks. "Still, sir, I'm against it," said the short lieutenant, who usually commanded this detachment. He was not enthusiastic about the governor's presence at the scene of the operation. "We all greatly appreciate your valor, and no one doubts your strategic and tactical talents, as well as your military prowess, but you have a completely different role in our country, and few others could handle it if something were to happen to you." "You're wrong, Lieutenant," said Draco Mellis, placing one hand on his hip and stroking his magnificent mustache with the other. "He who does not risk his life from time to time has no right to risk the lives of others! The same applies to everything else. How can those who do not have to work with simple, honest labor impose rules of life on those who live by it constantly? Those who stand above others are sometimes obliged, if not to others, then at least to themselves, to experience the consequences of their own decisions. What will my convictions, thoughts, speeches, and bills be worth if I do not experience the life of the citizens entrusted to me?" "Sir... I understand. Please forgive me; my concerns were inappropriate." "No apologies are needed, Lieutenant. Just focus on carrying out the operation." [HTML] [/HTML] Giving his subordinates a signal, the governor, dressed in the same military uniform, and his detachment stealthily but swiftly approached the factory's back entrance; two particularly heavily armed soldiers headed to the main doors to intercept potential escapees. With a sharp kick, the lieutenant opened the door, and Draco Mellis jumped inside, rolling and slashing the belly of the unsuspecting guard with his imperial blade. The second guard tried to shoot at the intruder but was too late—one of the soldiers shot him in the temple. The Margel warriors, like a furious wind, advanced through the now-warned opponents. Realizing that they would face the death penalty for what they had done, the attacked defenders fought to the last, but in vain. Soon, the factory's defenders went from being alive to being dead. Draco, the lieutenant, and the other soldiers methodically searched one room after another, soon discovering what they were looking for—a room with living goods. These were young female citizens of the empire, whom the villains planned to sell to the Calcite slave traders along with undocumented weapons produced here. The innocent were saved, the guilty were punished, and justice prevailed—it was time to go home. After changing into his everyday clothes, Draco Mellis, according to a pre-arranged plan, decided to visit his daughter. His destination: the port, the Temple of Ikigai. "You're 40 minutes late," she said to him as he crossed the threshold of the Temple of Harmony. "Work?" "Yes, as always, I was shuffling papers." The father did not tell his daughter about his adventures. She invited him to the table, fed him miso soup, and prepared tea brought from the islands according to Nihon traditions. For the most part, they chatted about everyday matters, as well as Kalina's recent successes and failures. Draco did not have much love for this new religious teaching, but he was still glad that his daughter had found a purpose in life instead of wasting it, especially since her previous job was associated with too much risk. "Kalinka, if your former comrades offer you to help them, refuse. It's better to do... uh, what you're doing here." "Did something happen?" "In recent months, Calcite has begun to become insolent, Farella is rapidly militarizing, and the Shogunate is beginning to claim Shiho. Many things could happen soon." "Farella... Isn't that where Her Highness Princess Naria flew the other day?" "Oh, you know that too?" "One of the parishioners told me that he witnessed a battle between Aria and some unarmed warrior. He defeated her and humiliated her, and then let her go. And now I hear that she was captured by some Arselian priest." "Yes, that's a very bad story... Well, let's hope for the best, but prepare for the worst."

The Alarians bring her a casserole.

- Very impressive! You've certainly won us over!
- I hope things will only get better from here; it's a wonderful establishment, and the atmosphere is great!

- Thank you, I'm very glad to hear that. So... what can I get for you?

- Well, um, maybe from the general meetings where Her Highness was also present, once or twice...
At those events, Klin was too busy with his own self-improvement to pay attention to the other princesses, but he didn't say that.

- I'm just curious, who do you think is more beautiful.

- You have a rather unusual cuisine, despite the homey atmosphere. Yes, you surprise me every time, sir?...

- If I don't surprise people, all my customers will go to those who do, haha! My name is Martin Liberasion. Erephir receives +5% to his luck.

Gathering leftovers and dishes from many people, including messy children, has never been and could never be something enjoyable or even just not tiring, but today it was surprisingly easy, which is what she was doing, without forgetting to carefully pack different types of garbage and picnic supplies into containers strictly designated for their categories.

Bruno performed the following song: He didn't say whether the lyrics had anything to do with anyone present... Aiyano's performance was very well received by the audience. Heidi even suggested that she change careers and become a singer. - You'll have plenty of fans then, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! In contrast to her unrestrained joy, Lord seemed a little down. Although he had good intentions, he still revealed Aiyano's important secret without asking, and he felt some remorse about it. Besides, at some point, probably after Heidi's jokes, he felt something was wrong and didn't want to impose himself. Emil and Akia (to the extent that her body allowed) help the three of them gather the dishes. - Aiyanacchi, Lordini, and Trude, thank you for today! - The mermaid hugs the three of them as much as possible. - This was the best day of my life! - And please accept my gratitude! - Another bow to the ground. - I will pray with my songs that this day will repeat itself! After saying goodbye, the mermaid swims away, and Emil goes in the opposite direction from the city - only he knew where. The three of them remain - Aiyano, Lord, and Trude.

— Kalinka, if your former comrades offer to help you, refuse. It's better to do... uh, whatever you're doing here.

Looks like I'll have to be a cook.

The innocent are saved, the guilty are punished, justice prevails – it’s time to go home.

When players get bored and start doing quests themselves.

- I’m just curious, who do you think is more beautiful.

—Not a very fair question to ask a half-rotten corpse, my friend. —the knight shakes his head. —Right now, to complete the assessment, I lack… “humanity.” But I’ll tell you from my memories of ten years ago: when I first saw Her Ladyship, I must have lost my head so much that no mind magic could have overridden it. What about now? Who knows, I’ll answer if I become human again. But what about you?

—Not a very fair question to ask a half-rotten corpse, my friend. —the knight shakes his head. —Right now, to give you a complete assessment, I lack... "humanity." But I'll tell you from my memories of ten years ago: when I first saw Her Highness, I must have lost my head so completely that no mind-altering magic could have overridden it. How would it be now? Who knows, I'll answer if I become human again. But what about you?

- Well, there's your extra reason to regain that very humanity, isn't there? Princess Naera seems a bit more... confident, so I guess it's her. I hope I won't get kicked out of here for such views, ha...

Alaria brings her casserole.

Alaria tried to savor her only dish, striving to taste every bite. She ate slowly and deliberately, occasionally sipping the foreign tea in small sips, trying to assess how it affected the taste of the dish. Whether it complemented it well. There was no need to rush now, so she could fully enjoy this quiet and peaceful moment while she still had the opportunity. She was sure that finding peace in everyday life would help her find peace within herself.

She spent her meal lost in these thoughts, only noticing Beata and Guion bursting into the establishment after she had finished. She considered waving to the sweet couple, but decided to wait a little longer. Let them do their thing first, and there would always be time to talk later. Or at least until the next assignment, from which they might not even return.


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When the players got tired of idleness and started doing quests themselves.

When it became tiresome that the players didn't like Draco Mellis. Did you know that if you put the last letter of his last name at the beginning, he becomes Draco Smelli?

- Well, now you'll have an extra reason to regain that very humanity, won't you? Princess Naera seems a bit more... flamboyant, so it's probably her. I hope I won't get kicked out for such views, haha...

—Regain... —Klin wanted to say something depressing and unrealistic again, but decided not to ruin the person's morning with his mood for no reason. —If they do kick me out, they'll definitely accept you in the second camp! Just make sure you don't get a nosebleed in front of Her Highness! Although, maybe that will be considered a compliment...

— One of the parishioners told me that he witnessed a battle between Aria and some unarmed warrior. The warrior defeated her and humiliated her, and then let her go.

Apparently, it wasn't a good idea to give Ayano that dagger as a gift...

(and to finish off the rest of the Friday – I’ll work for 8 hours, then go to Ornament and buy a Margel flag for +1 Attack Damage).

- Thank you, I'm very glad to hear that. So... what can I prepare for you?

- A casserole and cookies for dessert, for two! - Beata repeated while Guyon was paying.

- So, if I don't surprise them, all the clients will run to those who do, heh! My name is Martin Liberacion.

Erephir gets +5% to evasion.

"My armor... has become even tighter."
Fyr-Fyr, when no one was looking, carefully pinched herself on her enlarged rear, checking for changes.
"Actually, it's already a little too much. I'm a warrior, not a mage, like Princess Naera... A physical fighter striving for the same dimensions will one day be ridiculed for not working out enough. No, of course, I see some Renaissance aesthetics, but... Mmmmmmmmmmm......
Decided. Today, instead of swinging my sword, I'll run a marathon, forty-two kilometers. I'll run it in an hour. That's normal."

Having decided this, the girl looks at how best to initiate a private conversation with Martin, whether she needed to go somewhere for this, or if there were no other clients at the moment besides her.

She spent her meal pondering these thoughts, only noticing Beata and Guion entering the establishment after she had finished. She considered waving to the sweet couple, but decided to wait a bit. Let them do their thing first, and there would always be time to talk later. Or at least until the next assignment, from which they might not even return.