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If the Apostle of Despair is so powerful, then how mighty is the Apostle of Passion?

We already have a general idea of what the Apostle of Passion can do – command an army of summoned beauties.

summoning an army of Idols of Despair?

Rinze is, of course, an apostle of hopelessness in his own way, but he has no connection to the apostles of Akonia.

There is no more Rynze on Anuzish. You live in the past, Ples. Only daily work matters, and nothing else.

While the Carneolians pondered how to best merge with the dragon, Alaria, unaware of this, contemplated something else. She reflected on the unique perspectives and worldviews that her life experiences, and those of other newcomers, provided. They had seen other worlds, operating under different laws and social norms. They had witnessed magic and technologies unlike anything on Anuzish. And yet, they were beings torn from time and space, with no idea what state their world was in, or even if it still existed. Given the described principle of Miss Cosmos's operation, there was nothing to prevent a person from the distant future, Reima, from meeting face-to-face with the founder of the empire. This would inevitably influence the person and their worldview. At least, as long as the person was somewhat inclined to introspection. Of course, someone might argue that beings like her weren't truly human, invoking the ephemeral concept of "humanity," into which everyone put something different. She herself had once been guilty of this. However... what defined humanity? Usually, this implied humanistic values, but these values were not close to every "ordinary" person. The Tanarsian would even argue that the undead Kline and the "twice unhuman" spectral newcomer, Kenshiro, possessed no less humanity than some other "ordinary" person. The latter's mindset hadn't changed at all after becoming undead, although some malicious person might note that "a newcomer cannot possess humanity to begin with," while the changes in Kline's character were temporary and seemed more like a consequence of stress. So, what then? Does "humanity" depend on the color of one's aura and the type of energy that sustains one's existence? In that case, a better term should be found. A change in one's state of being could indeed lead a person to abandon certain universal principles, but this was due to their imperfect human nature. For example, if one were forced to drain the life energy of other living beings to continue their existence. To give a more mundane example, the heart of an immortal being, impervious to the passage of time, could harden with the years. But many of these factors were tied to the strength of character and were not guaranteed. Unless the change in mindset, linked to one's state of being, was a gradual process. But documenting such a process would hardly be possible, even if we ignore the risk of the researcher and the subject having certain prejudices. Nevertheless, Alaria couldn't help but wonder how fair it was to consider her human at all, if those dreams were true. If all this really happened, if the memories of those events returned to her, what would that make her? After all, it's unknown how much of her life she spent as a demon, relative to her existence as a human. On the other hand, her current actions were primarily determined by her current human experience, and not by dreams that might be nothing more than the product of her tormented psyche. Even if some hypothetical memories of a hypothetical past were to return, the months spent in the new world had already changed her. And she wouldn't allow that hypothetical past to dictate who she is now.

—Yes, for example, a terrible dragon attacks the city, and Kragg continues to forge weapons that can pierce its hide for the city's loyal defenders... Oh, what am I even saying, just some fantasies. —the black knight shakes his head. —Family, hmm... But tell me... I don't want to spoil the walk with memories of the past, and yet, just in case I meet a random priest or that mythical dragon... You're from these parts, aren't you? Do you have any close relatives or acquaintances in Margel or the surrounding areas, maybe distant relatives, who should be notified or perhaps even visited?

— N-no... I've been alone for most of my life, and I haven't been able to make any friends. Maybe I was just unlucky, maybe I didn't have the opportunity, or maybe it's just my personality... So, it's better not to meet priests or dragons.

Klin thought that his presence was defiling this place, but as he promised, he didn't voice these thoughts aloud.
—I think that, given its location and the likely protection of the imperial crown, this park can continue to preserve its purity and natural integrity in the face of civilization. Unfortunately, I don't know anything about the history of this place, but I'm sure there was something charmingly unusual here.

— You're probably right, but it's a little strange that someone managed to erect a monument here. Perhaps this is a person with connections and money. Or maybe circumstances and the place of his death played a role.

—It says here that this person is unknown to us, and yet I can't shake the feeling that I saw him once in June on my way to Her Lightness. —Klin's hand instinctively reached for his diary, but he decided not to waste time rummaging through his hazy memories. —Raphael, hmm... A sad story and a tragic fate. But this tombstone, the engraved inscription with the image, — all of this speaks of this person's life path. He left behind a piece of his warmth, left behind memories of loved ones who erected this memorial in his memory. Rest in peace, Raphael Nishenet. And may the sadness and grief of your friends turn into faith and determination, which will give them strength in difficult times and allow them to achieve any goal and defeat any enemy in a decisive battle.

— Rest in peace, Raphael Nishenet. — Sanexa repeated, remembering the many faces that had been taken, of whom no memory remained at all. Although what happened was a tragedy, there was still something touching in the attention shown by his loved ones.

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The couple thoughtfully compares what they saw.
—Hmm... It looks like him. Very similar. It's probably him.
—He... Wears glasses? That's strange, we didn't notice... But yes, very close.

— This is very strange, but it doesn't mean anything yet. Okay, let's not waste time.

Naera, the trio, and a couple of servants go to the courtyard, where they are soon brought a white stallion.
The princess places her hand on his head, utters an unintelligible spell, and wings grow on him.

—You need to fly to the very center of the main mountain range of Elysia, but I think you'll figure it out. And this is for you two, as a farewell gift.

Beata and Gion receive +10 to Faith from Naera's second spell.

Filled with faith, the couple thanks the princess, then look at the horse with appreciation – isn't it designed for only one person?

It can control all three.

-- Your magic truly works wonders, Your Highness, -- he bows, after which Erephir gracefully sits on his pegasus. -- I can't thank you enough for paving a direct and reliable path for us; we will return as soon as we can. Beata, Guyon? Would you like to complete this urgent task with me?

-- Your magic truly works wonders, Your Highness, -- he bows, after which Erefir gracefully sits on the pegasus. -- I can't thank you enough for paving a direct and reliable path for us; we will return as quickly as we can. Beata, Guyon? Would you like to complete this urgent task with me?

"You're still asking, boss," Beata wanted to say, but she bit her tongue in the presence of the princess.
-- Of course. Maybe we'll remember something else along the way; in any case, it will be right for all of us to fly together. Thank you, Your Highness, once again.
The pair settles onto the horse, praying that the combined weight of the three warriors will be manageable for the animal.

Bow to His Highness right from the horse, and it seems you could even fly...

And in what order are you sitting? A friend is asking.

“Alright, Ayano, I’ll keep that in mind. So, let’s not make this sound too presumptuous, but don’t hesitate to come to me for advice or help, okay? Considering our shared background, I think there are things you can only discuss with me, and vice versa. And as for my beloved… we got married after my name had already disappeared from the country’s political scene, so you probably don’t know him. He was a Larian baron, but he didn’t have much influence in society or great wealth. If you want, I can tell you more about it later, but that story isn’t suitable for the current situation. And thank you for the offer. Princess Naria pays me 50 rems a day, although, thanks to the free meals, I haven’t had a chance to assess the purchasing power of one rem yet.” At the gates of the academy, Sonata and Ayano encounter one of the students.

“Ayano, is that you? Good day. Do you remember me? I’m Suzuya Minako.” The girl bowed to both of them in a Japanese style. “We met a month ago.”

What's your seating arrangement? A friend is curious.

I don't like this question... Guyon isn't last! And we all stick together.