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- From a professional standpoint and considering my life's path, I don't see any problem with this at all. Only a coward or a talentless person would deliberately hide "unnecessary" details of an image or artificially limit their own imagination to appease generally accepted norms or the opinions of those far removed from art. Moreover, if an image evokes a physical reaction, just as with a spiritual response, it is a clear sign of well-done work, high quality, and there is certainly no reason to be ashamed of that. As for the muse... In my view, it is someone who inspires a person to new feats, discoveries, and work filled with spiritual joy – something a person will do not out of necessity or idleness, but to the delight of their soul, which yearns for the sublime. Here, one can add that a muse is not necessarily a person; it can also be an inanimate object, depending on the profession and the views of the individual. However, so many men have been made into gods that we revere the image of perfect femininity and use it to motivate ourselves in various endeavors. I, by virtue of being an artist, express this in this way, while other people express it differently. Some men, driven by passionate love for their muses, kill dragons or conquer entire countries... In essence, it's the same trait that any twelve-year-old boy has, which manifests when he sees a girl or young woman he likes – he immediately starts showing off, kneeling before the eternal image of the feminine principle. Figuratively speaking, of course. An adult might think this is silly, but it is precisely this motivation that people use to move mountains. But, regardless, the root of my problem lies somewhat elsewhere, because we are, after all, talking about a living person, with whom I also interact almost every day, and not about an image created by my consciousness.
— Good day, — instead of staring blankly, the former inquisitor greeted, — I am a volunteer cook from the SRI, Alaria Doran. I was told to come here.
— Oh... Well, that's great! The patients will be slaves. Oh, I mean, they'll be happy. Come on, I'll show you to the kitchen. Having done exactly what she had just said, Mary showed the cook where the kitchen utensils and food were stored, and there was more than enough to prepare at least standard dishes. — Here, take care of it. Another nurse will come later and take over. Author
—I doubt your ancestors had anything to do with this directly... Although, who knows, maybe I've been disrespectfully addressing you all this time. —the knight shrugged. —Rather, they suffered from the ambitions of those who like to paint the map with the blood of their citizens no less than mine. Well, I recently talked to a surviving fellow countryman, and he expressed an interesting thought that the Kreidean way of life — without a strong army, powerful allies, king-mages, and so on — would sooner or later lead to the conquest of this region. If not for the resources, then just for political gain. Of course, such an outcome does not evoke positive emotions in me towards the one who started this campaign; there is, by the way, a separate chapter about this in the "Chronicles," but it would be foolish to deny the rules of the game in this world. In the end, under the empire, we enjoyed some kind of peace for much longer than if we had been conquered by some undead army. —oy...
— ...And have you read the whole series of these books yet? — Feeling somewhat uncomfortable with this conversation, the woman decided to change the subject slightly. — If so, how would you rate the reign of each of the monarchs? Who would you prefer to live under, and who simply seemed interesting as a person?
"Looks like someone afflicted by a curse; I had a similar feeling with Metarma... But what if that's the case? A curse of apathy?"
-- Erephir Linel Darvening, -- a bow, after Kalina introduced herself. -- No army, believe me, just an art enthusiast.)
The redhead lets Kalina explain, but since there was a chance that the knight was also taken for diplomatic assistance, if necessary, she is ready to take over and provide it, as Amamius assisted Erephir in the past...
- Really?.. If anything, I'm ready to climb out the window, so be warned. ... Kalina explains the essence of the task to their new acquaintance - she wants a talented artist to depict the founder of Ikigai. - We could hold a competition... Maybe the students will be interested. Or other teachers... Competition is always good.
"You all helped me, actually, including my muse. And I was driven by a thirst for prof... Ahem, a thirst for glo... Ahem-ahem, I wanted to make this world a safe place and protect people! " Teriteri
- O-oh... Well, that's great! The patients will be slaves. Oops, I mean, glad.
"And the best part is, she didn't lie... Only they won't be, they were." Teriteri
- She's in the inner courtyard. - Points to the right door. - It's that way.
In the courtyard of the Commonwealth, Beata and Guyon find a young girl comfortably settled on a bench.
- GIVE US THE CAT, WE NEED IT
- Sister Bazella? Good day! - Beata smiled. - Glad to meet a disciple of His Holiness Eugene! My name is Beata, and this is my fiancé Guyon, we... are his acquaintances, - she paused, searching for the right words, but for lack of a better definition of their relationship with the patriarch, she said exactly that. - Yes, we heard what happened to him, and we're worried about him, - added Guyon.
- Oh-oh-oh... Well, that's great! The patients will be slaves. Oops, I mean, they'll be happy. Come on, I'll show you to the kitchen. Having done exactly what she had just said, Marya showed the cook where the kitchen utensils and food were stored, and there was more than enough to prepare at least standard dishes. - Here, you take care of it. Another nurse will come later and take over.
"They will be slaves to my wonderful cooking, after which they will refuse to eat anything else, ha-ha-ha! 😈 Okay, okay, I'm just kidding, it would be a bit awkward to spoil them that much. Although the enthusiasm shown is very inspiring, I must admit. It makes me think once again that I didn't come here for nothing. And it encourages me to put in double the effort, even though I wasn't planning on slacking off anyway, he-he." There was indeed a lot of food in the kitchen, it had to be admitted. No one was stingy with the funding for this aspect. But that doesn't mean that everything should be thoughtlessly spent on some incomprehensible experiments, otherwise a legitimate question may arise: "why are the kitchen supplies disappearing so quickly?". The desire to please the patients should not outweigh common sense, and the ability to properly manage the variety provided was also part of her duties as a cook. - Thank you very much for the tour. It's nice to know right away where everything is, ha-ha," the girl smiled sincerely, "I suppose there isn't a set menu here? Perhaps a list of patients who need a very specific diet? I would like to know in advance before I start my duties.
- Really? Just so you know, I'm ready to climb out the window if needed.
...
Kalina explains the essence of the task to their new acquaintance - she wants a talented artist to depict the founder of Ikigai.
- We could hold a competition... Maybe students would be interested. Or other teachers... Competition is always a good thing.
- A competition, hmm? Erephir, what do you think?
"If anything, that wouldn't help ))) No herbivore has ever escaped from me on a hunt."
...
The redhead was slightly distracted, looking at the walls of the academy, where the works of students were probably displayed. In any case, logically, they were expected to find them there.
Hearing her friend's question, she leaned in and elegantly whispered, covering her mouth with her hand.
-- I think the problem is the budget. There will be many willing participants, and statistically, there will also be many good works. It would be a little unfair and make them envious that they won't be chosen, and the prize of 500 rem will go to a colleague. Artists' feelings are quite sensitive... It might not seem like much, but how does it look for your image? We could increase the budget and introduce second and third places, but I'm almost embarrassed to even suggest it. The task is more about saving on the quest, not spending more rem for the same result... It's up to you, of course.
-- An alternative could be hiring a teacher or finding a talented student with the right interests and skills: a love for nature, for the Mitsurugi theme, and so on.
While Kalina is thinking about this, a question for the redhead: -- And what about you, sir? Why don't you want to? The pay is good, the subject is quite a muse, her beauty is high, and besides, you will have the opportunity to familiarize yourself with new cultural perceptions, which may inspire you for a long time. It's a way of self-improvement that doesn't require action points, where you are engaged in your favorite art, and you even get paid for it - isn't that a dream? I'm not trying to persuade you to change your plans, but I'm just... curious how you see it.
Besides the expressed thoughts, Phyr was simply afraid that if they promoted religion within the walls of a secular educational institution, Kripov would give them a good talking to when he woke up. As they say, play, but don't overdo it.
/In school?! 😲/ /Revan actually just decided that there's a good reason to post a whole series of pictures with Akagi, 10 of them... Which I'm not really against, but let's see where the conversation goes.)/
I just haven't had the time to make a joke about it. Guyon has become so accustomed to being a slave that he'll come up with anything, as long as he gets to wear the collar.
- Sister Bazella? Good day! - Beata smiled. - Pleased to meet a student of His Holiness Eugene! My name is Beata, and this is my fiancé, Guyon. We... are his acquaintances, - she paused, searching for the right words, but lacking a better definition for their relationship with the patriarch, she said exactly that. - Yes, we heard what happened to him, and we are worried about him, - added Guyon.
- Good day! - Looking up from her reading, the young woman responded with a friendly greeting to the unexpected visitors. - Yes, Bazella is me, and there is no need to worry about His Holiness. Our mortal shells are allotted a predetermined amount of time by fate, and therefore there is no need to torment your soul about what cannot be changed.
- Okay, so what is the specific root cause of the problem? Which aspect of this issue is difficult to understand? You haven't actually formulated the question itself.
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