![]() | Cryptos A member of the Imperial Senate, representing the interests of the inhabitants of the Kumari Islands. Place of birth: Laplace Date of birth: 05/31/930 Height: 282 cm. Cryptos is one of the veterans of the Welfern-Kumari war of 955-959. His compatriots say that it was difficult for the fierce warrior to accept the defeat of his people by the imperial invaders, but over time he recovered from the shock and began to play by human rules, entering politics. Cryptos's views can be characterized as follows: - The Serpentfolk need to have as many children as possible. - All humans on the Kumari Islands must be eaten, and the restoration of independence should be declared. - After the restoration of independence, new territories should be captured and used as a buffer zone, and their resources should be used to strengthen the islands. Some residents of the empire and members of the government are sometimes surprised that Cryptos is not only allowed to voice such ideas, but also to hold a seat in the senate; however, thanks to the policy of Emperor Purian, such speech was protected by law, and the Kumari people were entitled to elect the representative they wanted. |
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"A very... interesting character. Somewhat similar to Taipan. Yes, perhaps it's a good thing we didn't reach the city back then. It's unlikely that all the locals shared such views, but being on Laplace wouldn't have made things any safer. They would have poisoned us with some food that only serpentfolk stomachs can digest, and then said that "stupid humans eat everything indiscriminately, it's their own fault." Perhaps it's best to avoid flying there in the near future."
In a way, the serpentfolk's dislike of humanity was understandable, given the recent history. But it was expressed in a rather extreme form. Perhaps, someday, old grievances will be smoothed over, especially if Cryptos is replaced by a more peace-loving leader. Or maybe not. The most sensible thing to do would be to simply leave them alone and not interfere, so as not to provoke unnecessary conflicts. That's exactly what she's doing now by crossing Kumari off the list of countries she would like to visit.
— Yeah... — the girl sighed, tucking the journal away. Astellia, in her current state, definitely shouldn't be reading this. Let her learn about emperors instead. Although, for the mission on the islands, if that situation with Valis hadn't happened, the usefulness of this reading material would have been difficult to overestimate.
After searching the Carnelian library for a while, but finding nothing, the Tanarsian looked around. She assessed who was present and what they were doing.
- Mmm, Sonata-chan, you should understand the answer to this question... As things stand, she won't be able to get such approval from anyone in the leadership, unless she consults with me. If she had vacant land, a hammer and nails, a saw, timber and stone — I wouldn't be able to stop her from erecting her own Temple; moreover, I would welcome it. And if it were done in full accordance with tradition and all the rules, the Kami would respond to it. Another matter is that, since she is not part of the order, she would have to forgo certain specific aspects — unless she undergoes full training and eventually takes those vows — but those are trifles. The most important thing is to understand with the heart and establish spiritual contact, and that is accessible to absolutely everyone.
- Often it is some problem that eats away at a person's soul, which they cannot resolve on their own or share with loved ones due to various fears. And sometimes it happens that they need a listener more than advice, just to ease their soul. Any priest — whether a miko or their Arselian colleagues — can guarantee such a person the secrecy of confession and a sympathetic ear. Therefore, you don't need to know any "trade secrets" or passages from holy books to help. As a rule, you can simply imagine that a dear friend is coming to you to vent and ask for some kind advice that might help them out. Such a situation should be well known to you. However, it is better to try not to give the person a specific, clearly defined solution, but rather to nudge them in the right direction, in the context of their own realization of what is important to them. After all, only an option that lies close to the heart is capable of bringing a person benefit. But, of course, people are different... Sometimes their moral compass of what is permissible and what is not is a bit skewed. So, it's worth keeping all this within the bounds of common sense.
The talismans of different categories are here, - he shows the boxes and shelves to Minaka. - As you can see, there are quite a few types — people have all sorts of worries. They cost 200 rem; the long-term ones last about a year, then it's advisable to renew them.
Hmmm... You can, of course, also try to make them yourself if you wish, but since you are not from Yanagi, even if you do it by all the rules, the result will most likely be merely psychological... Although who knows? If you do everything strictly by the rules, and the Kamisama-tachi accept you as a miko and are touched by your sincerity, perhaps a miracle will happen. After all, all this is done not by Wizard methods, but by their grace and no other way.
Riiiight... Here are the ema — 150 rem, a person writes their wish on them with a marker and hangs it over there.
Thoughtfully looking over the president from head to toe, Ayano says:
- Hmmm... I don't have a ready-made kimono consisting of a top and hakama, other than my own. It's not exactly a critical problem, but I'd like everything to be a bit more in format. I'll ask the girls at home, maybe they have some analogues, and if not... We might have to sew them. It seems like it should take a lot of time, but I remember how tailors sewed two fancy dresses in two days, and this will be simpler after all. So, I think it's not a problem.
Looking around the courtyard of Kamimori, she thinks deeply about something for a while...
Finally, she turns to Sonata with a frowning but incredibly serious expression:
- Sonata Reim... I had hoped this day would never come. The Kamisama-tachi are my witnesses—I fought this as long as I could. Finding myself in a country far from home, I understood that events of the past have no influence on the present, especially in your case. But I am only human, subject to passions, grudges, and dark thoughts... I cannot erase in one stroke decades of what has grown in my memory and soul. And even if I could—it would be unfair to all my comrades and ancestors who laid down their lives and heads through centuries of our brutal interethnic conflicts. Therefore... The day has come when historical justice will be restored. When Reim will pay Nihon for all her atrocities and oppressions. Ask not for whom the bell tolls—it tolls for thee, - after a sinister silence and reinforcing this with the gloomiest look possible, Ayano enters the shamusho and, after a few seconds, emerges with three brooms. She gives one to Minako, takes the second for herself, and extends the third to Sonata. - Help me sweep the yard and we'll be even. These will be your reparations.
- Yes, that sounds like a great idea!
- Wouldn't that be inappropriate? - Gion worried. - To have fun at the site of a recent tragedy...
- Oh, and one more thing... When we look for people to work and perform, will they agree to do all this for free? What about compensation for them? We're not asking for anything for ourselves.
-- Hello! That was a good sermon, I was glad to see your eloquence in person, Kalina. Now it's clear to me how you gained your followers, and also that you will have many more in the future. You also managed to create a highly harmonious atmosphere. Definitely, your religious approach is very appealing, great!
—Hmm... —Klin pondered for a moment how many people could be attracted to help rebuild Kridear, following the instructions of Ikigai, but decided not to dwell on this not-so-righteous thought. —Let's do it that way. I also have something I would like to discuss with the preacher, but first, I need to cleanse my soul to comprehend all these highly spiritual matters.
- Unlike you, I'm not a circus performer. Let me think.
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- You're flattering me, Erefir. In the past, I've never done anything like this, so the lack of experience affects the quality of the presentation, so we can only hope that the feelings invested will somehow compensate for it. I think my father would have done better.
-- By the way, I hope you're not late for the painting competition held in honor of your mentor. It seems that the only clock in the vicinity has already been destroyed, so you'll have to rely on your natural sense of time) -- despite the smile, the redhead felt a slight sadness in the last sentence.
- Kosh, don't be an idiot, what do we need?
- Uh... - nihonka gestured for reimiika to lower her tone so that nothing unnecessary would leak out. - You know, for someone who carelessly accepts any possible life complications and even throws their name around left and right, you are showing surprising caution right now. Could it be because this matter does not concern exclusively your own well-being, the acceptable limits of which you can feel fully? But there is truth in your words. I will think about it.
- Well... Sacrilege - no, they were made that way specifically to be aesthetically pleasing. But still, it's better to understand what it is and what it's for. At the very least, it will further ease the owner's own soul, don't you think? Cute and useful at the same time - a "win-win", as they say in barb... I mean, just in reimiika-speak, - saying this, she darkened for a few moments and stared into the void before returning her gaze to Minako. - Hmm... Teaching it won't be hard if you already have experience; it's just that they also need to be consecrated. When we finish here, I'll show you how it's done.
- There is the frame they hang on. When it fills up, the same-// will be ritually burned. This doesn't mean that the wish written on them burns - on the contrary, it is believed that by then it has already been received by the universe. Parishioners... - she paused for a couple of seconds, recalling all the names. - There will be about half a dozen people. But in the context of your volumes, divide that number by two - some of them will be absent from the city. But those are the ones who have already been here; new people might also drop by, - 😉. - Uh... If a slippery-looking dwarf ever drops by and starts spouting something strange, tell him to behave himself. Otherwise, he'll be in for a bad time when I return.
- Thank you, Minako-chan, it's very nice to hear, I knew I could rely on you! But look - amidst all these things, don't forget that... In the end, such an activity should bring a certain satisfaction and spiritual nourishment to you yourself. Although the work is unusual, you should still understand that this is not a commercial enterprise, and its "success" is not measured by numbers. You don't need to try to "sell services", and you should understand that in the end, it may not be possible to help every person. The main thing is to approach the matter with a pure heart and try to guide people along the right vector, which - presumably, because calculating this is practically impossible - will eventually lead them to harmony with the surrounding world and peace within themselves. But you shouldn't have any problems with that specifically, - she smiles encouragingly. - ...And you know what else? If you suddenly have any... well, let's say, difficulties, or needs, or something along those lines, I'll warn the workers at [55]; if necessary, you can go there and they will help to the best of their ability. If something like that happens, don't hesitate for a second. Although, I understand how this sounds to you... but nevertheless - keep this option in mind.
Finally, she turns to Sonata with a frowning but incredibly serious expression:
- Sonata Reime... I still hoped that this day would never come. The Kamisama-tachi are witnesses - I fought it as much as I could. Finding myself in a country far from my own, I understood that the events of the past have no influence on the present, especially in your case. But I am only human, subject to passions, grudges, and dark thoughts... I cannot erase decades of what has grown in my memory and soul in one go. And even if I could - it would be unfair to all my comrades and ancestors who gave their lives in the centuries of our cruel interethnic conflicts. Therefore... The day has come when historical justice will be restored. When Reime pays Nihon for all its atrocities and oppressions. Do not ask for whom the bell tolls - it tolls for you, - after a sinister silence and reinforcing this with the darkest look possible, Ayano goes into the shamuso and comes out a few seconds later with three brooms. She gives one to Minako, takes the second for herself, and hands the third to Sonata. - Help me sweep the courtyard and we'll be even. These will be your reparations.

Unlike the imperial invader, who also happened to have dog ears on her head—in other words, a reimeika dog—Minako could not sense Ayano's mood at all and was completely bewildered by the sudden, darkness-filled monologue.
- Th-this! Please, stop! There is no need for hostility, violence is not the answer! I don't know what happened between you two in the past, but... Eh? - Taking the broom in her hands, the student looks puzzledly from Ayano to Sonata. - Eee?! A... A-a-ayano, it's not good to do that! My heart almost jumped out of my chest...
- Well, it seems I have no other choice but to accept this grueling labor as an inevitable part of my fate... - Sonata also took the simple tool in her hands. - Fortunately, I have some experience in this matter, so I won't lose to you young ones!
Taking advantage of the situation, Sonata cunningly begins the work first.
Reymian dog
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
"There's a surprise here. For tea. No one is allowed to open, peek, or touch it! First, have a proper meal before you indulge in something sweet. ( ̄ヘ ̄)
Alaria"
And she asked Astellia, if she wasn't busy and didn't look too tired, to keep an extra eye on it.
Having finished with the excessive precautions, the warrior headed to the nearby Oghma's tavern. She could allow herself a drink. And there was a chance she might run into someone interesting there.
- It's just experience, - the Reimi girl sighed in a lower tone, - I think that if your organization grows and you live as the head of a temple for a certain amount of time, you will look at things in a similar way. And remember that you can always turn to me for advice... Of course, if the opinion of a fallen empress will matter to you in these matters.
- Win-win, right... Yeah, great! I'll try to remember! And what do you sell the most?
- I understand. Then, here's another question about the signs - can they be read or not? Other people's, that is. Because suddenly your gaze falls on someone's wish, and your eyes involuntarily run over it, and it turns out that you can't do that. - Hearing about the gnome, she clenched her fists again. - Don't worry! I'll befriend the gnome and anyone!
"Okamisama... What a wonderful child," a thought flashed through her mind, which was breaking down into atoms. - "It's a pity that she's not my daughter... I mean, not my younger sister. Yes, that's it. It's a pity."
- Disturbing the dwelling place of Her Highness Princess Naria with my visit and possible requests... I don't think I have the courage to be so bold 😟. And besides, some of the nuances are still not entirely clear to me - for example, how to properly name this faith? But I think that I will be able to do something like this with sincerity in my heart, communicating with people is not a burden for me, and the place here is wonderful!
- Regarding the name... - she thought for a few seconds about their great history; about the "faith," which is not faith in its usual sense, subject to categorization at the level of an article on Wikipedia, but an undeniable fact of life - as natural as breathing or moving your hand without any prior thought; about the various currents and branches of the early and late years... she still decides not to reinvent the wheel on her own and not to overcomplicate the question with nuances that are not important for Anuzish. - Yanagi.
- E-this! Please, stop! There's no need to fight, violence is not the answer! I don't know what happened between you two in the past, but... Eh? - Taking the broom in her hands, the student looks puzzledly at Ayano and Sonata. - Eh?! A... Ayano, it's not nice to do that! My heart almost jumped out of my chest...
- Well, it seems that I have no choice but to accept this exhausting work as an inevitable part of my destiny... - Sonata also took a simple tool in her hands. - Fortunately, I have some experience in this, so I won't lose to you young ones!
Taking advantage of the situation, Sonata cunningly starts working first.
Looking at the silhouette of the fallen empress, the miko experienced a very contradictory and mixed range of feelings - from surprise and astonishment to confirmation and reinforcement of her opinion about her. The last tick of this mix was a feeling of some gratitude mixed with relief that she, apparently, had really left the negative emotions of her old life behind, focusing more on preserving good memories and allowing the Nihonka to close the gestalt. This was definitely a quality that any "victim" of Miss Cosmos should take note of.
"Heh. Sonata Reimi is sweeping the courtyard of a Nihon shrine" - this incredible picture would be worthy of being captured on the canvas of an artist, and it finally gave her heart a feeling of political, historical and cultural catharsis.
Sighing as if a huge burden had been lifted from her shoulders, the existence of which she had already forgotten, Ayano sweeps through her third of the yard in a red and white whirlwind until it becomes so clean that you could eat off the ground.
Stretching, she goes to help finish the remaining areas of her friends, if there were any left, and then return all the inventory to the shamusho.
- I hope that day comes as soon as possible. - Stepping outside, Sanex looks around. - Shall we go somewhere else? Something tells me that this Sunday will be a very long day.
Rummaging through the pockets of his Calcite-survivor pants, which had long gone out of fashion and been patched up ten times, Klin found a diary and added a repeat visit to the Temple to another ten plans that he still couldn't fulfill because of the stupid curse.
—..I recently learned about an interesting task. —flipping back a page, the knight pointed to the entries. —About preserving the memory of those who fell due to recent events. So that time does not erase the life path of these people. And this surprisingly coincided with my own vision of Kriedaar: to preserve and retell our history. Fortunately, after meeting with Father Eugene, my memory of the past has almost returned. The more people like the one who gave the task and the priestess Kalina there are in the world, the sooner my homeland will rise from the ashes. In general, don't you want to take a walk with me to Melancholy 666? Since you didn't get to meet the inhabitants of my village, maybe you would also be interested in hearing about me and my family.
The more people like the one who left the task and the priestess Kalina there are in the world, the sooner my homeland will rise from the ashes.
