Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

For some unknown reason, he is terribly annoyed that most of the health problems people face are caused by the people themselves – due to stupidity, poor diet, bad habits, or an unhealthy lifestyle.

Guyon didn't do it on purpose!!!

I once tried to talk to him about this, and you know what he said? That "even a cheap Rinze is better than no Rinze at all."

- Uncle Zhenya, I want Rinze!
- Pion, we have Rinze at home!

Ah, but no one even really remembers Luciola...

Founded her cult before it became mainstream.

She didn't even have to. This Rynze is just an imitator. First, she stole powers, and then she created a cult in her own honor.

Klin thrusts his sword into the ground before him, gives the hilt of his beloved weapon a final squeeze, and weakly lowers his hand.
—I'm not very good at magic, but if these spells really can break the contemplative rune and the unholy curse, then so be it. I don't know what the big problems are, but from the very bottom, the path leads either into the abyss or towards the light. This is the last test of karma. Appear, if you hear me, kind maid. Appear and let's exchange.

As if from nowhere, a familiar figure appears to Klin (because faces are still hard to make out).

- Good day, sir knight of death. Are you really giving up the right to own this weapon to me?

And now, here's the plot twist: Tavava is actually Dakini. He obtains the Devourer and captures Sonata's soul in the sword.

What about the cat?!

As if from nowhere, a familiar figure appears (though the face is still indistinguishable).

- Good day, Sir Death Knight. Are you truly relinquishing ownership of this weapon to me?

—Good day, if one can call it that. ...It seems there's no need to explain the situation. —The Death Knight casually checks for a crown on his head. —To be honest, over the past few months, I've encountered so many mysterious forces that I should be drawing wise conclusions, but... But I doubt you're interested in that. Yes, I yield; take it and be well. In the current circumstances, this sword will no longer solve my problems.


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Will we have to look for another secretary again...? And notice how they all rush in headfirst.

I suggest we hire some non-player character as the next secretary, someone we don't like. Or perhaps Astral.

Guys, just calm down. You'd think the first secretary had vanished into thin air... oh.

I suggest hiring some non-player character as the next secretary, someone we don't like. Or Astral's character.

If I place my character in the zone of death, it will give a negative effect, but the character will survive.

Revan said that I could do other things while waiting for the book.

After a short break from reading, but still not waiting for Klin to return, Alaria decided to take care of another pressing matter – try to fulfill Tai's request. It wasn't the easiest task, especially considering that she didn't know the servant very well. But she already understood that he was a simple, down-to-earth guy, not too concerned with high matters. In certain matters, he was a man of mood. And he also seemed to be a big fan of female beauty, judging by the figurines. If she combined all this information with her existing set of skills, there weren't many options left.

Making sure that all the other members of the group had scattered and were busy with their own Carnelian or not-so-Carnelian affairs, the Tanarian woman locked herself in the kitchen and began to work on her dark deed. She decided to bake a small cake for the imperial servant. One that would not only be tasty and nutritious but also pleasing to the eye. And the former inquisitor had some ideas about what kind of visual would appeal to Tai (ha-ha!). She might not be a master of making figurines, but she knew how to decorate cakes and make beautiful sweets. Other dishes were quite worthy of being called works of art, and the girl understood this perfectly. Therefore, an important element of the gift cake was a small figurine of a rather, well, shapely girl, cheerfully clutching a party popper in her hands. Like the girls who jump out of cakes at some private men's parties, this beauty would do the same. A kind of centerpiece. It was delicate and not easy work, but Alaria was sure that she would handle it perfectly.

The cake itself, in turn, was decorated accordingly, like its larger festive counterparts. It was not worth skimping on the decor, considering that even the smallest elements had to work on the composition. Thus, colored sprinkles were used to reflect the confetti from the party popper surrounding the jumping girl. The Tanarian woman intended for her creation to be a feast not only for the stomach but also for the eyes. She wanted to approach the task with all seriousness in order to please the customer. Not so much because she wouldn't get paid otherwise, but out of work ethic. Of course, the work also had a semi-hidden duality. It was a surprise for the young man, who didn't know how he would be surprised or if he would be surprised at all. And the composition also reflected this kind of surprise. There might be fewer semantic layers than in the cake itself, but there were still enough. And there didn't need to be many, for someone like Tai.

Unfortunately, I didn't find suitable pictures, so I'll have to do without them.

When the work was completed and carefully packed, the girl also grabbed a few warmed-up pies of both types and went to look for the servant where he had asked. It really wasn't worth visiting the villa without a need.

- I'll give you that – you know how to see the good in people, even in a hopeless situation,” Aiyano said, shaking her head. “So, we have something like… four decent melee fighters, one mage, and the rest are complete novices. No ranged fighters, except for me and Edgelord-kun… At least we have a couple of healers. And about half the squad could cause problems. It’s not exactly the baptism by fire I was hoping for… But we have what we have,” she said with a shrug. “Did they volunteer, or were they forced? Do they even understand where they’re going and the incredible risks involved? To be honest, I’d like to maximize our chances as much as possible, but I don’t know anyone else who’s skilled and desperate enough to come with us. Does anyone have any contacts?”
Turning to the old man with a grimace, she says:
“And Bors-san. There was a time when I warned Edgelord-kun that if he died, I would kill him. I would take the sin upon myself and be cursed by the Kami forever, but I would have to do it, no matter what. This applies to you as well – don’t think that such a gesture, even if you give it a heroic spin, will win you any favors. Do you understand what I mean? Even if you’re tired and ready to close up shop, it’s too early for you to retire. So… even though I hate to admit it, I can’t deny that your help would be invaluable here. If Kayasa-kocho, after I talk to her, gives her permission, and if you, looking me in the eye, swear not to be reckless, to survive, and to return safe and sound – with a full and sincere intention to keep that oath – then I will add you to the roster. But you won’t be fighting on the front lines. And please, whenever the opposite thought comes to mind, remember that your loving woman and Azarina are waiting for you here, and she has a lot to say after all these years. This thought should be so firmly ingrained in your mind that it’s almost impossible to remove. It shouldn’t leave you for a second – you should go to sleep with this thought, continue to think about it in your dreams, and wake up with it in the morning.

Just don't drag Kayas along with you, or you'll bring Dakini her perfect body on a silver platter.