Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

—That sounds very…—Klin wanted to say “economical” or “practical”—…very good. By the way, our mutual acquaintance and neighbor, Alaria, is a chef by profession. I don’t know if she’ll have time, but we could ask her to record a couple of recipes for you, or maybe even give you a master class.

For a moment, a complex emotion flickered across the surface of her eyes, but it was dismissed too quickly to discern what it was.
- That’s a wonderful idea, she said finally, smiling. - I’ll do that at our next meeting!

Added 5 minutes later

Closing her eyes and taking a few seconds for a breathing exercise, she replies:
- Yes, that was me. A familiar person gave me a ride to Farrellia on some urgent business, let’s say. She felt a pang in her heart from her own words, and not at all because the airship was probably expensive. - You know... If he hadn’t been there that day, I don’t know what I would have done. Maybe I would have sat on that bench until evening. Or maybe I would have bought a one-way ticket from you, choosing any random destination... - Gathering her strength, she raised her downcast gaze and put as much energy into her voice as she could. - But never mind, what’s done is done. All’s well that ends well. And every cloud has a silver lining. Because you’re here and I’m here, and I managed to snag a little gift for you there, - she places the Wind Talisman in front of the old man. - The perfect artifact for a warrior of the air, isn’t it? And here’s something else, - she hands him something from Diablo. - Though this isn’t an artifact.

- Uh-huh, - the old man was a little confused by the story, even though it was short, - are you okay? If you have nothing to live on or nowhere to live, I can find a place for you. It’s not comparable to the imperial chambers, but it’s still better than nothing. Or maybe someone is bothering you? Well, I can... Maybe I’ll try to enlist some acquaintances from the army. - Seeing that his companion was in a better mood, he tried to follow her example, and seeing the gifts, he was as delighted as last time. - Damn... What are you doing to me? Thank you! - He attaches the talisman to his clothes, and looks into the bag of food and finds Panforte inside. - Do you two want to join me for a bite? I doubt I can eat it all myself.

— Erephir,” Alaria said softly, like a commander, “I think we should continue our conversation in a more private setting.

The nozenrot’s face seemed to express understanding, and she nodded readily.

— Let’s go to Carneol then; I need to get some money anyway.

“Let’s go,” Alaria said curtly.

The Empress, whom I worked for right before ending up here.

They thought Halmedir would say "My Empress! 😍" upon seeing Tiaria, but instead, Alaria said "My Empress! 😍" upon seeing Sonata...

Actually, Alaria's ambiguity regarding Elrina was much greater, even if unintentional.

Fyr-Fyr leads Alaria into his room. He places a squeaky toy outside the door, under the rug, so that Beata and Guion cannot eavesdrop.

He sits down and prepares to listen.

Fyr-Fyr leads Alaria into his room.

Finally, we've all been waiting for this for so long...

Beata and Guyon are eavesdropping, leaning out of the window of the adjacent room. Guyon holds Beata's legs, and she, leaning out of the window, grabs the windowsill of Erephir's room and listens.

“Now I’ll have an even stronger reason to wish for healing,” Klin said with an encouraging smile for the second time in four months. At least, there will be something worth leveling up Sanex OD from scratch for, he thought. Early Sunday morning, to avoid running into people, the knight goes to the archive and reads the chronicles of 1-3. It’s interesting that now he can finally “wake up” as early as Her Brightness, all it took was dying… On Monday, he repeats this procedure with the chronicles of 4-6. Leaving the central quarter, he is surprised to see an old acquaintance talking to a skull, who once showed him a wonderful new world. How long ago that was! While the knight is wondering whether to approach and say hello, the figure disappears from view, and then another noteworthy event occurs behind him, which will be described later. 🐲💣💥

"Well," the former inquisitor sighed, "most likely you've already guessed this, but I'm a bit out of touch with this world, ha-ha," Alaria laughed affectedly, "not in the sense that I somehow wander into sapphire forests while strolling down an emerald alley, but in another, ahem, 'emerald' sense. You could say it's written all over my face," another awkward pause followed, "I venture to guess that we are similar in this regard, given your unusual fighting style and a few other factors. But yes, I'm not talking about you," the Tanarsian caught herself beating around the bush, "the thing is, I knew a woman named Sonata Reime... in my home world. So her presence in Margel is indeed a great surprise to me."

Beata, returning from the kitchen with fresh rolls from "Lepota," watched Alaria and Erefir, their faces inscrutable as they hurried off towards the latter's room. She shrugged nonchalantly and approached Guion, who was lounging on the sofa, thoughtfully flipping through his journal. "What are they up to?" he asked, accepting a roll from his partner. "I have no idea," she shrugged, settling onto the same sofa. "But if it had anything to do with our mission, I think they would have told us." "Yeah... Erefir isn't the type to hide important things," Guion grunted, taking a generous bite of the roll. "Fafarno, o foem, o defifem - furfiry, koffa..." "…rather, about something of their own, otherworldly," Beata murmured almost inaudibly, glancing at Miss Cosmos's painting. "Hmm-mm-m?" Guion mumbled thoughtfully with a full mouth. Having quickly finished his roll, he asked Beata just as quietly: "Do you think Alaria is also... one of them?" "Mhm. Remember, we saw her in the church after that mandate. As well as the boss. And those green eyes, I've never seen anyone with eyes like that before." "Well, eyes aren't necessarily an indicator..." "I agree. But she never said where she's from. She never talked about her homeland in front of us. Most likely, she's really one of them. Maybe even from the same place as the boss, who knows what Rynze is up to." "Yeah... It makes you wonder who in Carneole isn't one of them." "You, me, Kilika, Astellia. I also think Garrett is one of them. And Merel was probably one of them too." "Well, that's quite a group." "It is what it is... You know, after the Rynze incident, I thought that only evil could come from other worlds. But now... I'm not so sure. After everything we've been through together, after their eagerness to save the world from Despair..." "I agree. I think they're just people. Just like us. We could have become aliens in another world if some mage or celestial being had taken us there." "That makes sense... I wonder what that world would be like? Probably, everyone would ride around in iron self-propelled carriages, live in big houses, like the Hearth, only bigger and not as beautiful, and everyone would have magical boxes that they could use to communicate with each other, and there would also be a camera and access to a library!" "Beata, where do you even get these ideas?" "I don't know. But it sounds cool, don't you think?" "...maybe."

Upon returning to headquarters, Garret warmly greeted the returning Hellessian trio, patted Alaria on the shoulder, congratulating them on their first successful joint mission, and then headed to his room to process what had happened. Entering the room, he playfully saluted the statuette waiting for him. "Hey, Snow White, I'm back! Yeah, it feels like I was gone for a short time, but it feels like a hundred years have passed..." / ..! ..? / "Of course, of course, how could it be without him. Whew, so much has happened, you wouldn't believe it! I don't even know where to begin." Garret places Harold next to the figurine. ... "Oh? Yes, of course, buddy, you're a real help, tell me everything! I'm sure you'll do a great job!" ... ... ... ... ..! ... ... ... ... . . . ?.. ...! ... x) ! . . . ?! №9 ?! ... ..! ..! ... "Uh? No, that was just a little rhyme. But he's not making up the story about the disappearing megadrake, can you imagine! And the enraged one too, wow... It was tough, but if it had attacked me, I probably would have been done for, but our strong guys held out, see?" / ..! ... ^^ / "Come on, what are you talking about... I just kept shooting until that cursed sword calmed down. And the girls helped out too, Erefir just bam with her sword, then with another, she was ready to jump in and fight hand-to-hand. And Alaria, whoosh-whoosh with flaming arrows like a dedicated fakir, what a show." / ... ... )) / ... x) "He-he, that's right, Stallia is a beauty, and her appearance was something else, and how she dealt with Valis. Portals are power! And Ruby is so intimidating and seems completely indifferent, but she still listened to ordinary mortals, amazing. These saints here are really interesting, Lungwort's Felicia is resting." ... ... / . . . :,( / "That's true, it's a pity what happened to Merel. Even though he was a bit of a loner, he was still a loyal comrade, he was with us from the very first mission in Carneol, they shared so many successes and hardships together, and then, suddenly, he was erased from existence in an instant... It's sad, what can you say. May his memory be bright, and may his soul rest in the cosmic expanse. Let's honor his involuntary sacrifice with a moment of silence." . . . /. . ./ "That's it. Now let's wait for Kalinka and go to kick the ass of the evil enemy for the good of the merciful Anush and in the name of saving Welfern. Yes, buddy, today we are heroes, not villains, who would have thought. I'm shocked myself, what a curious twist of fate. Fit-ha!"

“I’m not the only one who needs a psychiatrist here,” thought Guion, watching Garrett’s heartfelt conversations from behind the fourth wall.

A psychiatrist is needed by the entire Carnelian. Although some need it more than others.

I should probably start talking to my figurines too. It’s strange that I didn’t think of it myself.