Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

A farewell gift in the form of a poisonous envelope from Shen?

— Well, the answer is this: it wasn't us who could have prevented it, but he, Shen Shao, possibly could have. He claims so, although if you look at it closely, there was and is no reason to believe him. He gave us an ultimatum, and I honestly tried to negotiate with him, but they resolutely and firmly reached a dead end, not least because the interlocutor immediately positioned himself as our enemy. I wonder, what was the ultimatum? Well, he broke into my room in the middle of the night and said that he would, as a favor, solve our problem if Carneol betrayed Her Highness the Sovereign and switched to the side of Mindjin. Given the fortunate absence of the First Princess, the matter could even have been given official status: if a certain document were signed by Milady and me, that would be it.

— On the one hand, considering everything: firstly, the guaranteed malice, and secondly, the very likely lie; I don't think I had any other choice. On the other hand, I still want to apologize for being noticeably lower and more down-to-earth than the image you have built around me. That I don't know everything and cannot provide an ideal future, and save those who I would like to save.

Guyon was overcome with reflection. After Shen's statements, and after their synchronized reaction with Beata, his past ceased to be a secret, at least for most of the Carnelian people. Erephir, of course, knew something about the curse that lay upon him, but she never bothered to find out the circumstances of how he got it and who was its, um, owner before Beata. The others didn't even know that. And now, the whole gang knows that he was a slave, albeit a former one. How will they look at him now? And how will Rinze look at him, just like they will look at Beata? Although, with her, it's simpler; they might decide that she, on the contrary, helped him escape, rather than owning him as a possession for almost five years.
In any case... Things will probably never be the same.
He groaned and covered his face with his hands.
“Guyosh, are you okay?” Beata hugged him by the shoulders.
“Not really,” he admitted honestly.
“Maybe we should go back to our place? We still have to write an essay.”
“Technically, it’s already the next day, so we won’t make it.”
“I think we should send the boss to submit it. She’ll run so fast that she’ll arrive yesterday!”
“I don’t think that…”
“Everything will be alright, Guyosh. I’m here for you.”

“There was really no reason to take his word for it. However, the proposal itself,” Alaria frowned, “to be honest, sounds very, very strange. Based on the wording of Shen Shao’s previous statement, it seemed as if he was offering some kind of informal cooperation. But now you are talking about an official transfer under the control of his family. But our current contracts, as far as I know, do not obligate us to work for Carnelian for years – we can easily leave and find our own way at the beginning of next month. And mine, moreover, does not even imply mandatory participation in missions. Legally, you can hardly force a person to act against the interests of Welfern, being a part of it yourself. Unless he had some reason to force us to obey. Assuming that Shen Shao has a way to protect Kridear, this is possible. Because otherwise,” the inquisitor spreads her hands, “the sacred meaning of this elaborate scheme escapes me. It is unlikely that Mindjin has such a shortage of competent personnel or funds to find them that they desperately need our squad.

Guyon was overcome with reflection. After Shen's statements, and after their synchronized reaction with Beata, his past ceased to be a secret, at least for most of the Carnelian people. Erephir, of course, knew something about the curse that lay upon him, but she never bothered to find out the circumstances of how he got it and who was its, um, owner before Beata. The others didn't even know that. And now, their whole group knows that he was a slave, albeit a former one. How will they look at him now? And how will Rinze look at him, just like they will look at Beata? Although, with her, it's simpler; they might decide that she, on the contrary, helped him escape, rather than owning him as a possession for almost five years.
In any case... Things will probably never be the same.
He groaned and covered his face with his hands.
“Guyosh, are you okay?” Beata hugged him by the shoulders.
“Not really,” he admitted honestly.
“Maybe we should go back to our place? We still have to write an essay.”
“Technically, it’s already the next day, so we’ve missed the deadline.”
“I think we should send the supervisor to submit it. She’ll run so fast that she’ll arrive yesterday!”
“I don’t think that…”
“Everything will be alright, Guyosh. I’m here for you.”

“Ahem, Beata, Guy,” the redhead paused for a moment, speaking quite casually. “Forgive me for saying this, but I think you’ve developed some kind of incorrect perception. People aren’t avoiding the topic because they’re embarrassed, and certainly not because they’re judging you, but because there’s nothing to talk about. Your backstory, while undoubtedly a very traumatic experience, doesn’t put you at a disadvantage or tarnish your honor; rather, the opposite, someone who has overcome difficulties deserves respect. Imagine that someone accidentally saw you, having reluctantly left your clothes on the shore, swimming across a turbulent river, with difficulty and at the risk of your life. Do you think the involuntary observer would think badly of you?

“Forget about it, there’s no need to worry about it. There are enough other reasons to worry about in the world.”

-- Ahem, Bea, Giy, -- the redhead paused for a second, speaking quite matter-of-factly. -- Excuse me for saying this, but it seems to me that you have formed some kind of incorrect impression. People don't talk to you about the topic not because they are embarrassed, and certainly not because they are judging you, but because there is nothing to talk about. Your backstory, while undoubtedly a very traumatic experience, does not put you in a disadvantageous position and does not tarnish your honor; rather, the opposite is true: someone who has overcome difficulties deserves respect. Imagine that someone accidentally saw you, having left your clothes on the shore, swimming across a turbulent river, with difficulty and at the risk of your life. Do you think the involuntary observer would think badly of you?

-- Forget it, there's no need to worry about it. There are enough other reasons to worry about in the world.

— I agree with Erefir. If someone looks at you askance because of your difficult life experience, that is that person's problem, not yours. You are a talented doctor who saves lives. An experienced swordsman who skillfully fought one of the most dangerous dragons in the world and emerged victorious. Just a loyal comrade. These are not empty words, but facts – you know that yourself. And we are witnesses to that. No one here thinks any less of you, believe me.

Inside the room (where the "тянус" dodges), unfamiliar devices of a round shape are attached to the walls and ceiling, with a installed in the center of each.