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[spoiler=When I helped Ayano] [/spoiler]

Offspring of Aconia — among superstitious people, this epithet is used quite frequently in Arcelian lands to refer to those whose behavior or appearance falls outside the bounds of what is considered normal. Countless examples could be given, whether it be a sixth finger on a hand or foot, romantic or sexual attraction to a member of the same sex, veneration of celestials or otherworldly gods — this list could go on endlessly. 
Ironically, it was the maidservants of the imperial household, who attended Linnalin's first childbirth — the wife of the reigning monarch — who bestowed this very nickname upon the newborn Naria. This was due to the manner in which she came into this world: silently.
In these lands, it has been believed since ancient times that a child's cry is their only way of announcing themselves and their needs — their soul-rending prayer directed at the surrounding adults in search of protection and care. But the first princess, upon coming into the world, did not cry; instead, she gazed with curiosity at the wondrous, new world around her. To the highly superstitious and faint of heart, such behavior from an infant filled them with indescribable terror, while in others it rarely evoked anything beyond a sense of repulsion. 
The truth of her unusual condition, unknown to these people, was that she lacked the period of unconscious infancy common to nearly all sentient beings, during which they do not truly understand themselves or the world around them. The infant Naria saw, heard, felt, and fully comprehended the world around her just as well as any adult, even though at that time she had no means of expressing it. 

The life of an imperial child, by virtue of her parents' high status in the hierarchy of humanity, was destined to be accompanied by a certain degree of loneliness even without any unique peculiarities, and in her case, all the more so. The few peers with whom she was given the opportunity to spend time feared Naria because of the maturity so uncharacteristic of their age. The atmosphere within her family did not help matters either. 
"For you, for this marriage, and for our children together, I have sacrificed more than eight hundred years of my life — what more could you possibly want from me?" — this was how Empress Linnalin would respond whenever her husband asked her to devote more time and attention to their daughters. The emperor himself, despite his own attempts, failed to become a reliable pillar of support for little Naria, for she was burdened with an even greater weight than that which rested upon his imperial shoulders.

At the beginning of the second decade of her life, Naria began to be tormented by memories of the distant past — of events that had occurred even before her birth — and moreover, in her heart there grew day by day an inexplicable, burning hatred toward Arcelia, the central figure of the world's primary religion. 

By her thirteenth birthday, she began to be visited by nightmarish visions of unfamiliar people and non-humans devouring her alive. This was accompanied by unbearable pain throughout her entire body. In nine cases out of ten, the torment would come upon her closer to nightfall, and Naria trained herself to combat it by going to sleep early. In this way, she would get a couple of hours of sleep before the ordeal began and a few more after it ended, allowing her to endure the night and begin a new day in an acceptable state of mind. 

At fifteen, she fell in love — first once, and then a second time. During this period, two boys roughly her age confessed their lofty feelings for her. The first lost his nerve and stopped showing himself to her upon learning that she was the emperor's daughter. The second repeated this "feat" after witnessing her nightmarish agony. In the end, her only friend remained her father and... Anuzish, to whom she directed her prayers every night. Her mother had no desire to spend the time she had left in this world on her children, Naera had no time for her, and Revania was still too young.

The years passed; Naria was being groomed as the future empress, and along with this, she learned more and more about the world, cross-referencing new information with her nightmarish visions of the past. Her role and mission became clear to her — the protection of Anuzish and the eradication of what remained of Arcelia, which in turn became her raison d'être. Sometimes she wished that a strong man would appear in her life who would free her from her duty both to her country and family, and to the past, but... 


With an effort of will, Naria opened her eyes and tensed at once, warding off the flood of surging memories as if her stern gaze were driving away an insolent storyteller who brazenly blabbed her secrets to anyone and everyone.
"And still, what audacity." — She uttered, recalling her encounter with Beznadega. "Using my own flesh against me."
Glancing around the unfamiliar place, her eyes caught sight of a certain man. 

His body spun in a hurricane, tormented by the blows of a strong wind, and finally crashed against the rocks.
But this did not kill him.
Battered and barely alive, he hobbled toward her, a single emotion on his face: condemnation. 

"Ah, so that's the pattern here."
She finally remembered him. He was the director who had staged his personal vision of the play "Arcelia and Aconia," in which he had cast a hideous creature in the role of the latter solely to emphasize the ugliness of her soul. Naria and Aconia, though both fruits of the same soul, were nonetheless different people, but due to their connection, the princess could not help but identify herself with the saint of the past.
"For those who seek glory and personal enrichment by blackening my name, I see no need to show mercy." 

Making several incantatory gestures, she summons the "fan of ferocity," and with a single wave of it, thousands of air blades turn the director's body into a kaleidoscope of blood, bones, and flesh.

Walking further, Naria sees Kligon, Tissa, and Diadora rotting under the rain and hail. And there is Viktor Loss, doomed to fight forever in a foul-smelling swamp. A little further on, Nischo and Raphael walk toward each other, both relentlessly tormented by demon-drivers. 

Naria glances around indifferently in search of Aria and continues on her way.

Mom, Nari 😢

Here is Viktor Loss, doomed to fight forever in the stinking swamp.

Excuse me, but may I ask what color the stinking swamp was?

/ Don't people ride horses around the city? Where should I park it – in Carneole or at the villa? /

You can park it in Carneole.

Kosha, can you use the statuette to create a character who will try to romance Narya?

Kosh, can you use the statuette to create a character who will try to romance Naria...

But she already has Aria...

Years passed, and in Naria, they prepared the future empress, and in the process, she learned more and more about the world, comparing new information with her nightmarish visions of the past.

So, this is where Alaria inherited her predisposition to nightmares about her past. Big thanks to her mother for those genes...

Both of Nebka's characters are suffering in hell. Hmm, Revan clearly didn't like his gameplay.

-- Bea, Guy, what are you waiting for? -- the warrior gestures towards the space behind her. -- The next stop is Carnelian. Then I'll head towards the patriarch, if time allows. As for you... I don't mind if you accompany me, or you can rest now. It was a good day, but a difficult one for you.)

Both Nebka characters are suffering in hell.

"Raphael in hell? These gray voices come up with such things. Oh, and I almost stumbled and called the Pegasus Raphael... Well, not exactly, it was just a thought, but oh, sometimes such silly things come to mind."

-- Bea, Gion, what are you waiting for? -- the warrior gestures towards the space behind her.
-- The next stop is Carnelian. Then I'll head towards the patriarch, if time allows. As for you... I don't mind if you accompany me, or you can rest now. It was a good day, but a difficult one for you.

- Yes, let's go together to the patriarch.
- Since we got involved with you and the dragons, we'll definitely go to Eugene... - Gion grumbled, taking his seat. Beata climbed in behind him.

I read Ment's post – my brain registered "go to a psychiatrist" instead of "go to the patriarch." I read Koshi's post – the same thing happened. It was only on the third attempt that I noticed my mistake.

Seriously, our champions have been causing so much trouble that a psychiatrist is already on standby...

- I'm glad you're feeling better and have regained your energy. I'm sure that's largely thanks to Kayasa-kocho's efforts, and I'm equally happy to see her in your company," the miko smiles. "Actually, there was something else. It sounds strange even to me now, and perhaps even stranger to you, but it's true. Although it might not sound very good, perhaps all of this wasn't in vain and will give him some impetus to gradually get on the right path, however fantastic that may sound to your ears at the moment. Yes, he told me a little about your past deeds. However, if we're talking about karma, he also suffered some consequences for his actions – he lost in a friendly duel with... not exactly the kind of fighter you'd expect him to be capable of defeating, let's just say. As a result, he had to share your fate to some extent. But, please, let's keep this just between us.

- Really? - Phantom's face showed a hint of surprise and genuine interest. - I suppose he must have been a very formidable opponent, although, now that I think about it, such an outcome shouldn't surprise me. There's always a greater force for every power. I think this will serve as a good lesson for him.

- I'd like to disagree a little – I saw Bors-san's form with my own eyes, and he is far superior to an ordinary person; he just happened to encounter an inconvenient opponent. But of course, I'm not saying this to condone getting into such situations; however, I've already expressed my disapproval to him... I'm sure he's become more responsible for his well-being.

- Y-yes... - Phantom lowered his gaze guiltily. - Thanks to you, I'll be more careful in the future.
- Ha-ha," the witch smiled, "Aiyano, if you ever get married, I'm sure you'll keep your husband under strict control.

- I still feel guilty about what happened, but you know what – you're absolutely right. When I heard that nonsense about a "battle of men" and "respecting their feelings," I was simply stunned. And what won't they come up with to justify senseless brawls? What an offensive primitivism," she shook her head in disapproval. "But never mind, let's not dwell on the past.

- In my very long life, I've come to realize one thing: all men, from boys to old men, are, to some extent, restless children. With age, only the risk of injury and the risk of involving innocent bystanders in these games increases.

Looking after the doll as she returned to her native lands:
- Oh, and I wanted to... Well, it's not critical at the moment. Sonata-chan has already told you that you managed to meet. It's a pity I didn't see this scene myself; it must have looked dramatic and heartwarming. If it weren't for your care, Bors-san, and your invaluable help, Kayasa-kocho, she wouldn't be here with us. Please allow me to thank you for both. It was... much more important than it might seem at first glance, let alone for her.

- We're all in this together," Bors said with a satisfied smile, looking at Sonata's back, "this meeting wouldn't have been possible without any of us, but most of all, they both deserve praise – for managing to survive all this, not losing their humanity, and preserving their friendship.
- I agree, it's a collective miracle. So, I thank you too, Aiyano.

Although the redhead hadn't thought about it before, there was enough grass near the headquarters, and there was a canopy where she could shelter the Pegasus. Fyr-Fyr didn't test Margel's anti-aircraft defenses: although it was possible that they were allowed to fly, the riders had reached the headquarters on foot. Perhaps at some point they would even have to dismount to avoid scaring people: it all depended on whether anyone was riding through the city. There were unlikely to be any problems with Eclipse himself: the cargo in the form of horses was regularly delivered to the port of Margel and could hardly cause anyone's protest.

-- There's quite a lot of news, -- said the knight to the possible witnesses as the Pegasus settled on the lawn, becoming part of the headquarters. -- But first, we'll stop by one more place.

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