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- Well, let's go, - they head towards the bench near the three Xs.
Near the three Xs, Aiyano is predictably spotted by Ladia, who is guarding the entrance. She greets the deputy director with a polite bow but decides not to interrupt their personal time with Salmon.
- Um... Well, have a seat. - They reach the bench. - You're still young, so I don't think you'll need help with this...

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Ayano responds to Ladya with a similar bow, then sits down on a bench. "As you can see, Zimbar-san... I'm known here, so you understand that behaving properly is the only way for us not to become mortal enemies... So yes, let's do without your help... By the way, how old are you? Maybe you look a little older than you actually are, just because of the vegetation on your face?" She tries on all the pairs of shoes, starting with the latest and ending with the earliest, and finally stops at the second option. "You know, I thought that in your... uh... I mean, in your empire, I wouldn't be able to find suitable shoes. Really - what are the chances of finding a similar structure in terms of system and comfort at such a distance? But no, it seems the universal law really works, because I feel that these geta fit almost perfectly. Obviously, they need to be worn in a bit to be sure, but for now, I don't feel any problems. What do you think?"
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— In my home world, few people turned to higher powers. I understand that sounds ironic in the context of Thanarsis, but for the most part, people were self-sufficient. Of course, there weren't problems like those on Anush, where a dozen previously unseen gods could appear out of nowhere. However, all in all, I tend to agree. Some concepts from my home world, although similar to those here, are not applicable here. This includes certain technologies. You probably won't be surprised, but the mineral that forms the basis of these technologies doesn't exist in Anush. In my case, it's especially sad. I happen to possess certain technical knowledge... but it's tied to this raw material and the realities of my world. By the way, I'm extremely surprised that you're from a less advanced place. Based on your inventions, I would have thought otherwise. I myself once had a high-tech sword from my home world, although now it's hopelessly lost. It's a pity; it would be interesting to let you hold it, to let you study its design.
-- And I'm curious... Wouldn't that be a little unfair? You know, I've always been proud of the fact that I'm bringing something new to this world, using the knowledge I gained here... It's like learning a sport or a game of chance, and then beating the person who invented it. Very cool. Although, of course, I can't deny that I owe my modest successes to my own approach to implementing ideas, which is, in general, alien. -- On the other hand, you've piqued my curiosity... Maybe we should discuss your technological achievements sometime in the future, and talk to a fellow techie. I'll think about it. Most likely, I won't be able to resist. It's too tempting, I'm sorry.)
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"I thought I was the one who let something slip and accidentally mentioned Rehm, almost directly saying 'Sonata was the Empress,' but here Erefir blurts out something unexpected. Or did I miss something again?" — Hmm, ask? So, you know something about this too? — An inquisitive look was directed at Erefir, — Is it really that complicated?
-- If attempting to touch upon the external spheres of someone else's personal space is a complication, then, I suppose, yes, it is. Although you have a good reason, since you're from the same world, you definitely have common ground. Besides, we've already guessed, and our guesses have been confirmed: your empress works for the Overlord. That's true. With all the consequences.
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— Well, I don't have a mirror with me to check, — a weak smile.
-- There is one here. Would you like some water?
 

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- As you can see, Zimbari-san... I'm well-known here, so you understand that behaving properly is the only way for us not to become mortal enemies... So yes, let's do without your help... By the way, how old are you? Maybe you just look a little older than you actually are, thanks to the facial hair?...
- Well, the fact that you're a celebrity isn't surprising at all, but what's strange is why you haven't been featured in some cultural magazine yet... Would you believe me if I told you I'm 18? Well, let's just say I'm definitely older than you. You probably aren't even 18, hmm?
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- You know, I thought I wouldn't be able to find suitable shoes in your... uh... I mean, in your empire. I mean, what are the chances of finding a structure that's similar in design and comfort at such a distance? But no, it seems the universal law really does work, because I feel like these boots fit almost perfectly. Obviously, they need to be broken in a bit to be sure, but for now, I don't feel any problems. What do you think?
- Excellent, so my efforts weren't in vain! And the dryad master has golden hands, what can I say. I'm very glad they fit you... Take all three pairs, by the way, they definitely won't fit me, hahaha. And you can give me your old ones, I'll take good care of them.

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- That's right, I'm 17. And I was 17 the year before last, and last year, and this year. It's my secret alien ability. Don't tell anyone, or they'll take me for experiments. And regarding the magazines... I think I won't comment. But in general, it's strange. It's considered that you shouldn't ask women about their age, and men about their salary, so you could have just said it. But okay, if it's a special question for you, who am I to pry? Some ghostly phantom thief?
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- Wonderful, so my efforts weren't in vain! And the dryad master has golden hands, what can I say. I'm glad, very glad that they fit you... Take all three pairs, by the way, they definitely won't fit me, hahaha. And you can give me your old ones, I'll take good care of them.
- Hmmm... But maybe they would fit you, how would you know? You're used to living in your Velferian paradigm, but maybe the Nihon style would bring you more happiness? Have you ever thought about that?... Anyway - now, even if the string on one of my geta breaks, I can use another. This happens more often than you might think... So my gratitude to you is boundless, Zimbari-san. Or rather... it is, but I can't express it to you here, on this public street, but only in a dark, deserted alley. So I suggest we go back there before important matters send me to other locations in the capital.
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"What a day it's been," Beata thought, settling in to sleep after the night patrol.
Once, she had convinced herself that she didn't need anyone. That she didn't care about others or their kindness, and that having an advantage was enough for her. That she could give nothing to the world—only take, take, and take. She remembered the words she used to tell off the circus owner and the entire troupe, telling them exactly where she had seen them and where they should go; she had screamed about how sick of it all she was, and what stupidity she considered the whole thing to be. Later, she thought that the circus had been the biggest mistake of her life; she hated remembering it and never brought up the topic in conversation.
She thought—out of hatred.
But in reality—out of pain.
When she was kicked out of the troupe, she felt as though she had lost any possibility of bringing joy to people. At that moment, she convinced herself that she didn't want it, but deep in her soul, she still desired to be needed and loved. Partly because of this, she preferred to speak from behind a mask of feigned friendliness. What she failed to notice was the moment when the mask fused inextricably with her face.
And that this might actually be her true calling.
Once, she promised herself never to tie her fate to the circus again, and used the skills acquired there for her dark dealings. But now, of her own will and desire, she was offering to organize a bloody circus performance. She didn't know if she could pull it off, but she wanted to try.
As it turned out, she had missed that almost forgotten feeling of joy and smiles, the ovations and applause, the admiration for her skills and ingenuity. She remembered why she loved the circus, and now she was ready to face her past—not to destroy it once and for all, but to embrace it with open arms.

Her aura will probably never become completely white; she has done too much shit. But the grey it is now is beyond comparison to the almost black that weighed on her soul so recently.

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Guyon was still trying to digest the fact that he was now a full-fledged doctor.
He liked it. He felt incredibly important and needed. The responsibility for people's lives frightened him slightly, but he understood that he had enough knowledge and skill to handle most situations.
It seemed he had found his calling.
He had run away to the army as soon as he reached the required age, just to be far from his parents, who controlled almost every step he took and constantly lectured him on how absolutely every son of a mother's friend and daughter of a father's acquaintance was better than him in every aspect. He never thought about who he wanted to be and grabbed at the first opportunity that came along. He was decent at fighting, the gods kept him from dangerous scrapes; overall, he was satisfied with his service and thought it would stay that way...
...but fate decided otherwise.
Back then, he thought his life was over, that only pain, same agony, and humiliation lay ahead, and he would be extremely lucky if he didn't live to twenty-five.
And now he understood that it had only been the beginning. That he needed to leave his past life and be reborn in a new, better capacity. Ironically, it was slavery that gave him the freedom he could never have dreamed of.
And it was precisely in slavery that he began to learn to value and love himself.
Since childhood, he had been conditioned to think that his feelings and desires meant nothing, that he needed to work hard and diligently not so he would be praised—no—so that his parents wouldn't be ashamed of how stupid, lazy, clumsy, and useless he was. In Lower Lunaria, he was essentially perceived as an object and denied any kind of feelings; everyone deeply didn't care what he felt—after all, no one is interested in the thoughts of a sofa or a frying pan, and it was the same here. By some miracle, he maintained his strength of spirit and fought back, but less and less frequently, becoming more accustomed to the thought that he was a complete nobody who didn't even have a right to his own feelings.
Fortunately, things didn't go too far, and when he was allowed to be himself, when people began to take an interest in his thoughts and feelings—he was able to recover.
This path had not been fully traveled—he still struggled to share what troubled him and instinctively expected screams and beatings every time he forced himself to voice an idea or insist on a decision. Now he feels relatively confident and easily suppresses his fears, but at first, Beata had to force him to speak. Her own fierce temperament and love for screaming and beatings didn't help the cause, but her donkey-like stubbornness and firm desire to provide her slave with maximum care and inflict as much kindness upon him as possible gave the process a very decent acceleration.
Speaking of Beata... Their relationship, and especially his role in it after everything he had been through, was a warning sign. Something inside him was very wrong and very broken. But what difference did it make if he was happy and it didn't hinder him? Even when the curse still hung over him, next to Beata he felt freer and more confident than ever, and only then was he able to try something new—and ultimately find himself.
Now he had something to shut up his inner critic. Now he had good proof of what he was actually worth.
He still has to work on his self-esteem and gain confidence in himself, but the most important stages have already been passed.

His self-doubts hadn't gone anywhere, but now they only slightly shaded his otherwise snow-white aura, strikingly different from the grey hue that enveloped him upon arrival in Margel. And this was certainly huge progress compared to the coal-black despair that crushed him after that night in the bandit fort and didn't let go until he met Beata.

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- That's true, I'm 17. And it was true the year before last, and last year, and this year. It's my secret alien ability. Don't tell anyone, or they'll take me for experiments. And about the magazines... I probably won't comment. But in general, it's strange. It's considered that you shouldn't ask women about their age, and men about their salary, so you could have just said it. But okay, if it's a special question for you, who am I to pry? Some ghostly phantom thief?
- You look like you're 17. - The fisherman nodded, looking closely at his companion. - Let's keep it our secret, I agree, don't worry - even if they torture me, I won't tell anyone. And I didn't understand about the salary, why can't you ask? Maybe it was invented by idlers. I manage to earn about a thousand a month, but I have to work hard for it, so I'm not struggling.
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- Hmmm... But maybe it would suit you too, how would you know? You're used to living in your welfare paradigm, but maybe the Nihon one would bring you more happiness? Have you ever thought about it?... Anyway - now, even if the string on one of my geta breaks, I can use the other. It's not as rare as it might seem at first... So my gratitude to you is boundless, Zimbari-san. Or rather... it is, but I can't express it to you here on this public street, but only in a dark, deserted alley. So I suggest we go back there before important matters send me to other locations in the capital.
- Well, I don't really know anything about this Nihon, but if someone told me about it...
The man obediently follows Aiyano into the dark, deserted alley.

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-- And I'm curious... Wouldn't that be a little unfair? You know, I've always prided myself on bringing something new to this world, using the knowledge I gained from it... It's like learning a sport or a game of chance, and then beating the author who invented it. It sounds very impressive. Although, of course, I can't deny that I owe my modest successes to my own approach to implementing ideas, which is, in general, alien.
— And you still called me a romantic, — Alaria could only smile, — but I generally agree with your point of view. Recreating other people's inventions and trying to pass them off as your own... that's really low. Someone might argue that adapting to new realities is also hard work, but the idea still didn't come from your head. And there are also wonders of science to which the locals may simply not be ready. It's not for nothing that Gnosis is included among those celestial beings who are not welcome here. So, you really need to be careful when introducing new technologies. And you rightly said that the realities of our home worlds inevitably affect our perception and our approach. There's no getting around that. In fact, given the aforementioned problem with interdimensional beings, it cannot be ruled out that the basis of some of the technologies here may lie in knowledge from other worlds. It's just that neither we nor the locals are aware of this.
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-- On the other hand, you did spark my curiosity... Maybe we should discuss your technological achievements sometime in the future, and talk to your tech-savvy colleague. I'll think about it. Most likely, I won't be able to resist. It's too tempting, I'm sorry. )
— And I wouldn't mind at all. Indeed, it should be interesting. What the heck, maybe I'll even pick up some useful knowledge from you, haha! Besides, when looking at some of the local devices, some ideas have already come to my mind. But I don't have enough practical knowledge to try to implement them. In general, I'm all for it!
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-- If attempting to touch the external spheres of another person's personal space is a difficulty, then, yes, it probably is. Although you have a good reason, since you are from the same world, and you definitely have common topics. And besides, we were already guessing, and our guesses were confirmed: your empress works for the Overlord. That's true. With all the consequences.
The realization that Sonata had not only been in the city but had also worked for the same person and lived in the same villa that she herself once lived in gave Alaria a mixed feeling. Perhaps, if Naria had left her in service, she wouldn't have had to look for Sonata. They would have become colleagues right away. It's ironic how simultaneously far and close a piece of the world can be. And it cannot be ruled out that other "Reimians" are currently working for the princess.
— So, she's the one who's getting one of the stones now? — Alaria's hand tightly gripped the armrest of the chair, — What an ironic twist of fate. She could have been helping her on a deadly mission, but instead... — memories of the fight against Despair and all the preparations for it flashed through the girl's mind, and her grip weakened, — ... she was saving Welfern. What am I talking about? I hope she can handle it. She will definitely handle it. She is a strong woman. It would be stupid if none of us lived to see each other again.
On the other hand, if fate had not unfolded as it did, Despair would probably have taken many more lives. And Alaria would not have met the Carnelians, who are now her loyal comrades-in-arms. You can't let nostalgia for the past cloud your judgment. They will meet Sonata again. This will definitely happen.
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-- There is some. Want some water?
— Haha, thanks, but I'm fine. By the way, another question has arisen, but it's more for all members of the squad. It would be nice to gather on birthdays, just in case. Times are tough, but that doesn't mean we can't allow ourselves small joys?
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— I wouldn't mind at all. It would actually be quite interesting. I might even pick up some useful knowledge from you, haha! Besides, looking at some of the local devices, I've already had a few ideas. But I don't have enough practical knowledge to try to implement them. So, I'm all for it!
-- Alright, let's do it, but in moderation.
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It would be foolish if none of us lived to see that day.
-- I believe in you, but don't get too excited, okay?
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— Haha, thanks, but I'm fine. By the way, another question has come up, but it's more for all the members of the squad. It would be good to keep track of birthdays, just in case. Times are tough, but that doesn't mean we can't allow ourselves small joys, right?
-- Ugh... We'll have to figure out how to recalculate them, taking into account the time jump to a different season, and that's ignoring the fact that the planets used to create the calendar are actually different... And time in space follows completely incomprehensible laws... But you're right, we need to do it, otherwise I'll be stuck at twenty-three forever. I'm giving the order, you can start working on it. )

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-- Let's do it that way, but in moderation.
— Don't worry, my ideas are based on local concepts. However, I'll describe them when the time comes.
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-- I believe in you, but don't get too excited, okay?
— I'm calm, I think...
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-- Here... We'll have to recalculate it, taking into account the time jump to another time of year, and that's ignoring the fact that the planets on which the calendar was based are actually different... And time in space also lives according to incomprehensible laws in principle... But you're right, it needs to be done, otherwise I'll be eternally twenty-three. I'm giving the order, you can start. )
"And I, too, sometimes forget that I'm an outsider. We're definitely kindred spirits."
— I'm not sure if all these calculations can actually be done. But the number of days in a year seems to be the same as mine. The months are the same. Maybe it's not the most accurate approach, but it's probably easiest not to worry and choose the same month, in order, as in my home world. The same with the day. Or just indicate the day of summoning, which won't be too far from the truth.
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Erephir gets up with the intention of leaving the room for an evening workout.
— I almost forgot, — the Tanar said, patting herself on the forehead, — tomorrow I also planned to spend the day volunteering. Is that okay? And what did you decide about the hunter, in the end? Who goes and when?
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— I'm not sure if it's really possible to do all these calculations. But the number of days in a year seems to be the same as mine. The same goes for the months. Maybe it's not the most accurate approach, but the easiest thing to do is probably not to worry about it and just choose the same month, in terms of order, as in my original world. The same goes for the day. Or, I could just specify the summoning day, which wouldn't be too far from the truth.
— No, a half-year margin is not acceptable to me. I'm saying that at a minimum, we need to take into account that I didn't die on the same day or in the same month in my original world as I appeared here, and we'll study the rest and see if it needs to be taken into account. It seems like it doesn't, but just in case. The same goes for the summoning day; this approach will make me younger by a couple of months, although from a romantic point of view, it looks good...
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— I almost forgot," the Tanarrian slapped herself on the forehead, "tomorrow I was also planning to spend the day volunteering. Is there a problem with that? And what about the hunter? What did you decide? Who goes and when?
— No problem, take a break. Or rather, work. To reiterate, it would be good if you went to the hunter without me. The flexibility of our squad as a whole depends on your ability to independently perform such small tasks without an intermediary, and I have my own work to do. Well, "work." Partly, yes, I need to discuss various things with the master, and partly, I simply can't visit some places that I wanted to.
 

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-- No, a six-month grace period doesn't suit me. I'm saying that at a minimum, we need to consider the fact that I didn't die on the same day or in the same month in my original world as I appeared here. We can study the rest and see if it needs to be taken into account. It probably doesn't, but just in case. The same applies to the day of the summoning; this approach will make me a couple of months younger, although from a romantic point of view, it looks good...
— And that's true. It will also be useful in the future if any of us decides to transfer from being a simple resident to a citizen.
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-- No, just relax. Or rather, work. To reiterate, it would be good if you went to the hunter without me. The flexibility of our squad as a whole depends on your ability to independently carry out such small tasks without an intermediary, and I have my own work to do. Well, "work." Partly, yes, I need to discuss various things with the master, and partly, I simply can't visit some places that I wanted to.
— Understood. The sooner I visit, the better.

Having received an answer to her last question and depriving Erefir of her source of eternal youth, Alaria leaves the commander to her own affairs.
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What day is it today, by the way? As far as I can tell, it's SATURDAY.
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Alright, let's make it Sunday, since everyone has finished everything. In the morning, we'll go to Kalina's sermon.
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— Agreed. The sooner I go, the better, right?
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