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Yes, it’s better this way; there’s no need to block his combat skills.

I should think about the edits, perhaps yes.

As for other edits—I'm just refreshing my memory for now—but there is an imperial inquisitor in the list of backstories. Simultaneously a combination of Reimeian and Tanarsian...
And I could also give her a gene modification for fire resistance.

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-- I'm also not sure if it's worth mixing... The situation is this: if we happen to expand specifically as a military organization, which I slightly hope for in the future, honestly, then providing training, retraining, and further education for each other and recruits will become an obviously necessary task. Will it be possible to bring the financial component into this? Hard to say; usually, it's not done that way.

— We'll see how everything unfolds. Carneol, in its current form, truly feels like something temporary. So I wouldn't be surprised at all if the organization is repurposed in the future. But it could also happen that upon completion of our mission, the squad will be disbanded and we'll be offered new positions according to our demonstrated talents.

-- Or if a Masters Guild is organized separately, nothing will stop Carneol members in any number from being regulars there... Maybe it can even be set up so that the mentor profession isn't a necessary requirement for sharing unique skills; it could depend on how the process is organized. In any case, I praise you for the theme—it's unclear how relevant all this is yet, but I praise you )

— Even if nothing like that is foreseen in the near future, nothing stops one from trying to write a manual, right? I do the same with ideas for military techniques that come to mind. So to speak, documenting the process so it's easier later to bring my knowledge to the masses. Perhaps I should have recorded my steps toward mastering the path of fire in more detail, but at that time my mind was occupied with something else.

-- Since you brought this up, a way for reliable stat grinding would also be good to add for us somehow. I've more or less studied the fitness club in Tais back then; a similar one in Margel is unavailable to me, but it would be good to send a spy with a notebook and pencil there too, and then we could somehow manufacture gym equipment for our headquarters. This task is perhaps simpler to execute, but still possesses a certain level of scale.

— You could also ask Penelope a bit about this. Her agency's profile is slightly different, but some of the lessons in the service list include physical exercises. Perhaps she can point you in the right direction. When I was interested in job offers there, I initially assumed they needed people of that profile, not new models. After all, I know a bit about exercises and the appropriate diet for them. Actually... I have gym equipment at home; I don't remember if I mentioned it. Perhaps no tricks are needed and you can just visit me. It's certainly simpler and faster than building another section onto the headquarters, though not without its own complications over time.

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—Who, me?.. Well alright, uh. Where do you see yourself in 10 years? — to everyone.

— Oh, damn, — Alaria began affectedly fixing her hair and tidying herself up, — I didn't know I was coming for a job interview today! Actually, the question isn't the worst for today's occasion, — she smiled, finishing her antics, — but looking so far into the future... I don't know, so much can change in that time. For instance, about four years ago, I didn't think I'd be baking cakes for a mercenary squad, and yet here we are! — smirking, she shakes her head, — But current life plans also say a lot about a person, for what it's worth. And I have all sorts of plans on that matter, though you'll hardly be surprised by them. It's always good to keep different options in mind, as fate loves to twist and turn. But I'll say right away that I hardly see myself ten years from now in the ranks of the current Carneol, assuming it undergoes no metamorphoses. I hope no one here is offended by my words, as I value your company very much.

— Someday, I'm thinking of going on a journey. To get better acquainted with the world and other cultures. To learn new fighting styles to hone my skill. A sort of path to self-improvement, — the Tanarsian smirked, — apologies in advance for the pun. But would I spend my whole life on the road in such a scenario? Hardly; vagabonding is not conducive to building or maintaining permanent ties. It sounds somewhat lonely. Probably, sooner or later, I'll settle down. Perhaps, but not necessarily, by the specified age. In such an outcome, I'll most likely be doing exactly what we talked about a bit earlier — passing my knowledge on to others. Maybe I'll open my own military school, but I'm also considering a position as an instructor at some military academy. Of course, assuming someone offers it to me, ha-ha!

— At the same time, instead of a journey without a final destination, I'm considering another option. As I've mentioned several times, throughout my life I've had to hunt various kinds of own filth, so I have rich experience in this matter. And I might also travel the world. Perhaps it would be best to do this as part of some organization, maybe a special squad, but I'm not entirely sure about that. After all, such activity may be the prerogative of the servants of Anuzish, which outsiders are not admitted to. However, it is very likely that even such an option would subsequently lead to working as an instructor. Someone has to train young hunters who will continue the good work, right? Or I might even head such a formation, for all we know. It's not excluded that this could happen much sooner than "in ten years." But such a plan depends on too many factors to state anything for certain. It may even happen that there is no filth left to exterminate and all the dark sorcerers in the vicinity have been caught.

— There is a chance I'll meet the right person and settle down a bit, maybe even start a family. It's hard to predict this because even with the right partner, the surrounding conditions might be unsuitable. In such a scenario, if the instructor plans don't pan out and everything else is conducive to it, then... — Alaria hesitated slightly, — ... in short, I can imagine opening a family confectionery. I know, it sounds very simple. But it would still be a craft pleasing to the heart, by which I could provide for my loved ones while spending even working hours in their company. I'll always be nearby. Of course, I won't abandon the martial arts even in such a case, but I'm not sure if there will be time to devote myself to it fully. And whether my soul would be torn in different directions. Probably, if I find peace in such a life, it wouldn't. But that sounds like an idyllic picture requiring idyllic conditions. So it's not certain that it won't remain just a warm fantasy.

— Most likely, along with any of these options, I will also engage in writing. I have plans for this too, and they aren't limited to books about, say, cooking or the martial craft. After all, I enjoy pondering questions of the universe in my spare time, you know! — she raises her index finger importantly, — And if I set off on distant wanderings, I can add memoirs of my travels to that. The filth encountered would also be good to document. Why hide it; it's not excluded that I'll try myself in the worst cases. Bookworms must show bookworm solidarity, otherwise how!

— Perhaps, Klin, these are exactly the scenarios I can more or less clearly imagine according to the abstract criteria you set. Omitting all dark and unwanted scenarios, of course. Who better than people of our profession to know? I hope my answer satisfied your curiosity.

Of course, there were a number of other unvoiced options. For example, that in the event of Carneol's disbandment, she would go work for Naria under Sonata's wing and her further life would be linked to this. But revealing the otherworldly nature of the Reimeian empress, despite the loud surname, would be extremely untoward. Not to mention that such a scenario depended on too many variables, many of which, for some reason, appeared to Alaria as faceless silhouettes dressed in robes.
Or it could be that she and Erephir turn out not just to be sisters-in-arms, but a well-complementing duo of inventors who will subsequently jointly push forward the scientific and technical progress of Welfern. After all, despite their general similarity in character, they looked at certain problems from completely different angles, which is very useful in such an activity. Even the company name is already ready — "Darvening & Doran", sounds great! But first, she had to find time to at least discuss high technology with the redhead in more detail, as well as brush up on her Reimeian skills. And then it will be clearer, especially since abilities for inventing would also be very appropriate in the same path of a filth hunter.

- Apparently, after this event, they also moved the frogs and golems. Do you recognize any of the named creatures? And listen, could the collapse on the fourth level be related to your escape? Azarina caused quite a stir in her time.

Among the edits, I'm just refreshing my memory, but the list of backstories includes "imperial inquisitor."

I couldn't find it, and I first searched for "inq" or something similar. Perhaps I was looking in the wrong backstory... I needed to reflect different things in the adult and childhood backstories, so there wouldn't be inquisitors everywhere. Now, Alaria is an inquisitor – a sheriff serving the Sonata faction.

So, your backstory isn't really about inquisitorial duties, so I don't see any problems with it. Sheriff seems like a strange choice to me, considering there's also a bodyguard archetype (which is more or less what she did in her early Remian years), which would be a better fit. Guardian also seems like a better option, especially considering the description of this backstory. Although it's very abstract, so I can understand why you didn't choose it.

—Who, me?.. Okay, um. Who do you see yourself as in 10 years? — to everyone.

-- In... Ten years? A whole ten? That's a scary question... It's not something you can plan for even a year ahead; usually, you don't know what will happen to you tomorrow, and this isn't a figure of speech; I really have quite a few scenarios for the possible development of events on Monday.

-- Well, let's say, if we're talking about plans, first of all, I'll try to survive. Not by burying myself in the sand, no, on the contrary, some time after the present, I'll want to be in the thick of danger, whether it's the dinosaurs of Kumari, mighty monsters, remnants of the undead army, friendly duels with singularities, or anything else, as long as these battles temper me and also bring some benefit. At the same time, I will definitely design ways to feel as confident as possible in all these situations, studying techniques, creating means of defense and attack, so that I am practically invulnerable and without weaknesses in the end. Of course, the color of my aura may remain my weakness even then, which is sad, but otherwise... I place great hopes in my knowledge of metal through blacksmithing, technology, and Baldr... I hope to move on from imitation and re-compilation of what is known to discovering my own effects in the future. So, something I can dream about, but for now, only dream about, with zero guarantees of creation, is a liquid-metal armor, like mercury, that draws matter from the surrounding space to neutralize any attacks on its owner... Even those from a dragon at full strength. And as a bonus, it could look like anything, because such armor doesn't need to cover the entire body to work; it could even look like a dress, although it would probably be very heavy. ))

-- Despite its seemingly fantastic nature, this project resonates well with one of the skills of the School of Matter of Baldr, so I will really try to undertake experiments in this direction.

-- Maybe I'll stumble during my exploits and die heroically... Then it would be nice if someone published my diaries, which I am currently writing. Maybe someone will find it interesting. Maybe someone will be inspired...

-- I could dream about some kind of civilian success, but the truth is that it doesn't matter at all... Ten years is a period during which entire states are destroyed and rise in times of change; I don't know if I will be in someone's service if I survive that long, or if it will even make sense. Of course, if I am, I will try to aggregate as many resources as possible to support my hobbies, regardless of which organization I am based on.

—But in general, these are plans for... In a couple of years. Or even less. I might not even be able to live long; I really am a hurricane, and no matter how pure my intentions are, the world may not be able to withstand such pressure if it is prolonged. ))

-- Well, again, getting down to specifics, if this project receives support, then in ten years, a new type of instant mail could become widespread in Welfern. This is a concept primarily intended for military use. It could travel even to the most remote regions of the country and reach a city at any time and connect with someone for work... With you, for example. )

-- But okay, no matter how good it sounds, this fortune-telling doesn't really appeal to me; it's all too far away, and memories of the future probably won't bring me joy; it's not my style. But it was nice to voice some things.

-- Well, if we're talking about plans, first and foremost, I'll try to survive. Not by burying myself in the sand, no, quite the opposite, after some time, I'll want to be in the thick of danger, whether it's the dinosaurs of Kumara, powerful monsters, remnants of the undead army, friendly duels with singularities, or anything else, as long as these battles temper me and also bring some benefit. At the same time, I will definitely design ways to feel as confident as possible in all these situations, studying techniques, creating means of defense and attack, so as to be practically invulnerable and without weaknesses in the end. Of course, the color of my aura may remain my weakness, which is sad, but otherwise... I have high hopes for my knowledge of metal through blacksmithing, technology, and Baldr... I hope to move from imitation and re-compilation of the known to discovering my own effects in the future. So, something I can dream about, but for now, only dream about, with zero guarantees of creation, is a liquid-metal armor, like mercury, that draws matter from the surrounding space to neutralize any attacks on its owner... Even those from a dragon at full strength. And as a bonus, it can look like anything, because such armor doesn't need to cover the entire body to work; it can be like a dress, although it would probably be very heavy. ))

"No, she's still putting on a brave face. She herself has seen that even entities like Arselia or Akonia are not all-powerful. It's not that I don't understand Erefir's aspirations; on the contrary, but she desires the impossible. Even without the green aura, a person in this "mercury armor," assuming it really grants complete invulnerability, can be aged with magic until their body turns to dust and scatters on the ground. One can tear the soul out of the body, bypassing the barriers in the form of miraculous armor. One can distort the armor itself so that it harms the owner. Of course, the commander could still say something about creating an "immunity-granting ring," but such tricks are not limited to magic alone. Or perhaps there will be a magic that breaks through the smallest gap in what seems like absolute protection. But, okay, let's take that as a given... what then would prevent a creative sorcerer from depriving the space around Erefir of air? This magic will choose not her as its target, but she will definitely feel the consequences. For every action, there is a reaction. Always. That doesn't mean that one should neglect protection or give up with the words "well, I'm just a person, not a singularity," however. The pursuit of self-improvement is a good thing."

"So, you're skeptical about the armor, Alaria?" the red-haired woman mused to herself, sounding like a true Taranian. "Well, that's why I said, 'let's dream a little.' There's no point in discussing a means of protection whose operating principle hasn't even been invented yet, and we only have some hypotheses. But if it turns out the way I want, the armor's adaptability will be supernatural. We'll just need to accumulate more mass, and then, with skillful management, we can render any enemy attack ineffective. For example... One of the most dangerous ultimate attacks I can imagine is forced teleportation. If a sorcerer distorts the space around the victim, even magical immunity might not save them from being pulled into a portal and meeting a gruesome death in the depths of underground magma. But in the armor I described, you could simply sacrifice a piece of the accumulated mass and avoid such an attack without much difficulty. Of course, even then, there are no absolute guarantees, which is why I believe that speed is actually more important than strength. Armor is something you resort to when you've messed up your own attack, your attention to your surroundings, or your escape, and you have to deal with the consequences," she winked.

—Who, me?.. Well, okay, um. Who do you see yourself being in 10 years? — to everyone.

- Well, what kind of questions are these... Okay, if we're still alive in ten years, given our lifestyle, - Beata chuckled.
- And you're an optimist, - Guyon scoffed.
- And I am an optimist, I have a ton of plans! First, - she began counting on her fingers, - to live happily ever after with Guyosh.
- Oh, in that, our plans coincide.
- Secondly. I'm shocked by myself, but maybe we'll restore Fantasmagoria, expand it - let there be a theater and a circus. If the performance goes well. But I want to help the cultural life of Margel! Most likely, I'll break into the director of this bacchanalia, if I don't get bored halfway through.
- Don't worry, if you get bored, I'll be there to make sure you don't slack off.
- That's comforting... Thirdly, everyone knows XXX, right? I think it's very wrong that we have such an establishment only for one half of humanity, so I think I'll open its good twin brother - YYY, where only women will be served! - she showed her grand plan, written in her diary.
- But what kind of cook am I... - Guyon sighed. - Take Alaria.
- I can't take Alaria, she'll have her own confectionery! But we can buy desserts from her and support her business.
- You've thought of everything, - the swordsman scoffed sarcastically.
- Of course! Well, if I get tired of running a circus and YYY, then I can always go on a journey! And no, Guyosh, not like before. I've rethought my views on life, I'll do good and promote justice!
- Why are you talking about yourself in the singular in this version?
- Well, um...
- Are you seriously thinking of turning away from me? You need someone to stop you from doing completely stupid things.
- And someone needs to look after you so you don't get another injury or something worse... Agreed, if we decide to travel, we'll do it together.
- That's the way.
- And if we don't decide to travel?
- I think I'll continue my medical career, - Guyon smiled dreamily. - I think I've found my calling. Maybe I'll also get some training in psychotherapy.
- You're good at it, - Beata nodded.
- But in general, ten years is a very long time, a lot can change.
- Well, we're just roughly estimating. And roughly, it will be something like this.

-- Truly, I look at all of us, and I think, if you want to make Anuzish laugh, tell her about your plans for D. Nevertheless, I like everything you're saying. Go for it, I'll be on your side in everything.

- It seems they also moved the frogs and golems after that event. Do you recognize any of the named ones? And listen, could the collapse on the fourth level be related to your escape? Azarina caused quite a stir in her time.

- Nope, they're all new, both the slaves and the "elite," or I just haven't encountered them, which is unlikely given how long I've been here. And it's unlikely to be related to the collapse; we didn't do anything with her that could have caused that.

-- Meanwhile, I'll share the current status of the "game."
-- Regarding the question about respect: Garret hasn't expressed his opinion. Regarding the question about the landscapes: Garret and Astellia. Regarding the question about ten years later: Garret, Kilika, Astellia, and... apparently, Klin. The next person to ask a question should be determined by Klin.

- No more questions. We're waiting for the second scouting report.

- I could also answer about the foreigners, Kilik, - Gillon muttered quietly to himself.

—... You're right, considering the specifics of our profession, ten years sounds like a rather long time. But that's precisely why I chose it. Ask an ordinary worker, and you'll most likely hear a banal, if you'll excuse me, tale about career advancement and doubling the number of bolts tightened at the factory. Ask a mercenary who has a new suicidal task every month, and both the questioner and the respondent will get some interesting food for thought. In any case, that was my humble idea.

—If I may answer my own question... I would like to be "alive and well" by that time. —everyone understood what the knight meant. —Also... I hope that by that time I will be back home. It is unlikely that Kridea will return to its former state in less than a generation, but if we at least have a small peaceful settlement, that will be enough for my soul. And thirdly, it would be nice to see not only myself but all of us together in ten years. Like a reunion of classmates, only a reunion of Carnehl residents or something like that. That would be a good and pleasant ending, or rather, a "continuation" of this divine comedy. As for the probabilities, hopes and doubts about the realization of such a bright picture versus the bombing with undead airships tomorrow morning, I will leave that to the mother goddess; there's no need to add pessimism to this evening.

—If no one else wants to speak, I'll pass the question on to Beate.