Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

- For one person, they are unexpected, while for another, they are predictable. So, why did you come? I understood what kind of person you are back in July, so there's no point in a repeat confession. Unless, of course, you've committed some serious sin since then?

Read a book in the library and get six press cubes for it.

And twelve for two books? Eh, that would be nice.

- Let this be a test of how well you can understand your client.

-- Hmm... -- she looks with a mischievous glint. At that moment, several versions of Amamius with different weapons flashed through Erephir's mind, as if in some character editor. -- Well alright, can you stretch out your arm? Like this, -- she approaches and gently pushes. -- Now wave it. Uh-huh. Good.

The redhead took measurements and also double-checked that Amamius had not learned how to handle specific weapons. Which, in principle, fit perfectly with her idea.

-- I know you'll love it ) If you want, you can come with me and watch the work, because I'm starting immediately, while inspiration drives my feet and makes my hands tremble.

Regardless of the answer, Fyr-Fyr goes to the forge and begins her design. True to her ideals of always continuing to make things better than they were, she implements a project that requires not only perfect work with cosmic metal, but also very high-quality wood in very delicate, confident processing. Amamius was a mage, but a very unconventional one; he needed something elegant and useful for spells. Something that combined with his idea of bashing people. Something that would complement the gorgeous purple tones of his costume and palace interior. But still, it had to be a weapon—stylish, dangerous, reliable if he needed to put it into action, and simply extremely flexible in all other cases.

It had to be a cane... No, not like the stick Am once brought to Carneol, but specifically a cane worthy of celestial steel.

Ebony is framed by a heavy pommel that would be convenient for straightening people's faces, and overall, thanks to the correct placement of metal elements, the cane seemed to radiate magical energy. One could say that Erephir was slightly inspired by the story of Sillion and his staff to achieve such a result (+ magic power (as an option, percentage-based, depending on what is more beneficial for Amu), + HP).

And inside—a surprise. Hardly anyone expects such a dangerous, sharp blade from a peaceful merchant, conforming to all the canons of weaponry. In Erephir's home world, such hidden blades were popular among samurai, but here she ensured that even a non-samurai would find it easy to pull out the perfectly smooth blade and strike an unfortunate aggressor (gives an analogue of the "wind gust" skill that Kenshiro had).

And, of course, with such a gorgeous cane, signing business contracts should also become easier... If you're going to do it, do it right.

All that was left was to give the blade a name.
-- I shall call you "Pact". May my friend never part with you and acquire much.

Being in somewhat mixed feelings after returning and informing the cohort of Carneolians about the events in the capital, and after the awkward explanation with Klyn, in which he preferred not to interfere, the Asterian returned to his room. As usual, the figurine standing on the nightstand greeted him. /..! ..? / "Yeah, hello. Yes, it was successful. Yes, he's here, in the bag." For some reason, Garret wasn't in a hurry to include Harold in the conversation this time. /?? ... / "No. I already know what he'll say, and for now, I prefer to perceive this achievement as a heroic feat at a considerable cost rather than an epic, flawed massacre. He can tell you the details later." /. . . ^^ ..?/ "I'm not being modest... It's just that there's a lingering aftertaste, and I don't want to burden you with it. And don't worry about our storyteller; he's getting better with each attempt. Okay, let's change the subject." Rummaging in the bag, Garret takes out the Moen sword and places it next to the figurine. "By the way, check out the awesome weapon the recruiter got me. It's from Astellia, bless her. I don't know if it will be useful, considering I'm a ranged fighter, but it's definitely better than a simple steel staff, right? And, it seems to suit you? Well, maybe based on your aura. Yours will probably be more convenient, and this one is a bit too big. But it's a fancy thing, no arguing with that." / ? *...* ..! / "Heh-heh, I knew you'd like it! Okay, Snow White, you admire my big, cool sword for now, and I'll talk to my brother." He takes out Harold's skull, but this time he doesn't put it next to the figurine; instead, he examines the empty eye sockets, holding it in his hands. ..?! ..! "That's exactly why. Calm down, brother, everything will be alright. Just tell me, how do you feel about the recent events? About the dragon, Kridear, and that rebellious zealot..." . . . ... ... ? "Yesterday's hero. Or the day before? Never mind, you're right overall. I mean, this kind of thing is more of an exception than the rule in our line of work. Epic feats of defeating a terrifying ancient evil just before it annihilates everything. Well, not exactly before, more like... it seems we're not legendary heroes, but rather average guys who take down a bully after he's already caused some damage and then enjoy the view of the ruins he created, feeling proud of our great achievement. Yes, it's unlikely that we'll be showered with laurels for this." ..! ... "Yeah, Klyn, now he's in a way like you and me, it's sad. You sit there, thinking you have a homeland and family, and then bam, it's all gone. But the redhead did the right thing; the mission was accomplished, and it was done quite professionally. Listen, brother, what do you think... Did Aster look like this in his last iteration? And in general, what kind of legacy would you like to leave in this world? Because we're probably the last..." . . . ..? ... "Well, you didn't meet Kripp, I would have liked to see you... Okay, it's a difficult question, but think about it. As for the other one, I may not be a genius, but my level of intelligence is enough not to chase after him blindly. Besides, the redhead has already hinted with her 'reasons' that we're being watched, and there's nowhere to go; they've shut down almost everything in the city, and our patrons don't have time for us right now... So, for now, we're just waiting for news. Rest, brother. Entertain Snow White with a story about incredible adventures; she's already dying of curiosity."

The first days of Ayano's work are going perfectly.

- Guyosh, I only have two action points left... - Well, read something then. - I don't want to get ahead of you. We agreed to read the chronicles together. - Come on, I won't be offended. Who were we talking about? - Hatea! The cool warrior who collected beautiful women throughout the empire. - Ah, your ideal empress. - Yeah. But I don't know, it still feels like... If I could do something useful... Draw, or forge, like a foreman... - You can get drunk at the bar. - With what money? Unless you've changed your mind about robbing a bank... - We won't be robbing a bank, Beata. - So what are we going to do? Beg on the street? "Spare some change for the saviors of the world"? - I think it's best to sleep on it. It's a shame we didn't have time to visit Lynette... - It is a shame... And whose idea was it to wander around the city for so long? - I don't remember. But it doesn't matter now. - That's true... For the rest of the day, Beata thoughtfully sketches in her diary, either with punishments for Guyosh or with illustrations for the legendary book "69," hoping that this will magically reveal a new profession to her. Guyosh watches her carefully and remembers her ideas, but refrains from commenting.

If possible, Alaria would let Beata use the "cochaločka" (presumably a game item or feature). But it seems like only Klinu can use it, as he's a neighbor. Beata could also use the island journal that Alaria bought.

Which magazine are you talking about? I can't find it anywhere.

Revan never actually gave it to me (even though the money for the purchase was deducted), but Alaria bought "Senate of the Empire - Kumari Islands" before visiting those very islands for the quest. No one ever read it, though.

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Beata, Guion, and gray text

"Heh, that's relatable."
- What are you smiling about?
- Just saw a joke behind the fourth wall.
- Gods, you could at least see something useful there...
- And I do. But I can't say. Spoilers.
- At least give me a hint. Is Drakon Mellis building communism there?
- Mostly it's trash, absurdity, and crude jokes. They're discussing Alaria's stockings and all that.
- ...I see.

Kiliki masters the arts of dragon touch, serpent's tail, and fluid shadow, becoming a laid in a skirt.

Now she knows Kung Fu!

becoming a laid in a skirt

Unfortunately, no, the dragon killed the cat that gave her similar immunities.

Just in case, I'm letting you know that I plan to level up as soon as I get my weekly stats or experience!!! You never know...

🤓

Something seems off with the agility stat.