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With each repetition, the process of opening the door with an open palm became louder, which the headquarters of Carneol experienced once again.
-- Well, who's been waiting for us? )) Bea, Giy, Kili, Astelli?
- Chief! Beata happily hugged Erefir. Gion greeted him a little more reservedly. - How was your tournament? Is everything alright? Did you receive the blessings... Beata looks at the returning members and realizes that there are fewer of them than when they left. - ...and where is Merel?!
Beata happily hugged Erefir. Guyon greeted them with slightly more restraint.
Didn't he think he would succeed? Fyr-Fyr embraced them both.Author
- How was your tournament? Is everything alright? Did you receive the blessings... Beata looks at the returning group and realizes that there are fewer of them than when they left. - ...and where is Merel?!
-- ...Let's put it this way? Do you know the myth about Serokl's sword? Well, of course not. There was an ancient tyrannical ruler, but his vassal, Serokl, was terribly envious of his overlord, who was the wealthiest and most glorious, the happiest of mortals. The tyrant then said to Serokl: "Do you think it's that simple? Then sit on my throne for a day and experience what it's like to be me." Serokl agreed, ate, drank, and had fun all day, and in the evening, a cursed sword fell on him from above and killed him, because an inevitable time trigger was activated, which the tyrant knew perfectly well...
-- Okay, I'm not very good at telling stories metaphorically, but the point is that, as expected, our problems arose in a completely different place than we expected, and Merel became a victim of his own sword.
- An axe will help you more in this matter than a slipper, Taco-san. There has never been a snake in the universe that couldn't be defeated by cutting off its head," she illustrated these words with a sharp gesture, striking the back of one hand against the wrist of the other. Smiling and shrugging her shoulders, she says: "...well, if you happen to find better ones somewhere, I can buy them from you. But it will be more difficult than it seems, because mine are enchanted.
- Well, you can't argue with that, - he scratches his head again, - if you use them for a while, they really seem to become enchanted, and I wouldn't get much use out of the new ones. Alright, I'll set myself the task of finding you a new pair of those things, and you give me the old ones. Because an axe... Brr... It won't do.
- Don't go out of your way, I don't want this to cause you any trouble. It's not urgent at all. Alright, I should probably go; I still have a few things to do today. It was nice seeing you, - she forced herself to push the vision of the defiled platinum map of Calvada out of her mind. - Oh, one last question. How did you like "the empire's beauties" - did you take a look?
He didn't think he would succeed, did he? Fyr-Fyr embraced them both.
- "Oh," was all Guion said before laughing and embracing her in return.
Ment
-- ... Let me put it more delicately. Do you know the myth about Serokl's sword? Well, of course not. There was an ancient tyrant ruler, but his vassal, Serokl, was terribly envious of his suzerain, because the latter was the wealthiest and most glorious, the happiest of mortals. The tyrant then said to Serokl: "Do you think it's that simple? Well, then, sit on my throne for a day and experience for yourself what I feel." Serokl agreed, ate, drank, and had fun all day, and in the evening, a cursed sword fell on him from above and killed the unfortunate man, because an inevitable time trigger was activated, which the tyrant knew perfectly well...
-- Okay, I'm not very good at telling stories metaphorically, but the point is that, as expected, our problems arose in a completely different place than we expected, and Merel became a victim of his own sword.
Fyr-Fyr tells how it all happened.
- "Yeah... A cursed stick. That's why it looked so ominous, huh."
- "I wonder if he knew about his sword's properties... Well, what's done is done."
- "It's sad to lose our best mage right before the battle. And I feel sorry for your sword." And for Alaria's stockings.
- "I wonder how Kalina is doing."
- Don't overexert yourselves, I don't want this gesture to cause you any trouble. It's not urgent at all. Alright, I should probably go, I still have a few things to do today. It was nice seeing you, - with great effort, she pushed the vision of the defiled platinum map of Calvada out of her head. - Oh, one last question. Did you get a good look at the "empire's beauties"?
- Really? That's a shame. I wouldn't mind chatting until morning, and not just chatting... Well, I hope we'll see each other again! And the beauties... The research material turned out to be quite useful.
- Well, that's great. It's good when things find those they are meant for," she said, waving her hand, and went outside, carefully closing the door behind her and looking around for Sonata.
As Aiyano steps outside, she catches the end of a conversation between Sonata and Draco Mellis. Apparently, the mustachioed man was scolding her about the length and high cut of her skirt.
“...If a person goes to a known dangerous area of the city and flaunts their thick wallet, then even though it doesn’t absolve the scoundrels who attacked them of their guilt, it’s hard to deny that such a development of events largely happened due to the victim’s stupidity, naivety, or overconfidence. The same applies to clothing – don’t give the scoundrels an extra reason. Understand?”
“I will take your words to heart, Mr. Mellis.”
“Hmm… Well, alright.”
Draco Mellis returns to where he came from – the SRI headquarters.
- I see you've already met the most just man in the capital. It's not out of some doorman-like attitude; he simply wants to protect ordinary people from trouble in his own way. Do you think there's any truth in his words?