Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

- Well, my dear, let's go! A strange sight unfolds before Ayano's eyes: a steel carriage approaches them, not drawn by horses, but still capable of movement, with a familiar Reimi at the wheel. The servants open the back door, Naria steps through and takes a seat, inviting Ayano to follow.

Deciding not to be surprised by anything, Nihonka simply takes a deep, meditative breath before getting into yet another demonic transportation device. Even if there’s nothing particularly special about it in a world of trains and airships.

Shaitan-Arba.

In contrast to her friend, Sonata showed great interest in the vehicle and quickly delivered them to the ceremony venue (fortunately, without hitting anyone or crashing into someone's house), where it was already crowded with people filling up the space open to the public. Naria appeared before the crowd, accompanied by Aiyano and Sonata, but many of those present were more impressed by the devilish, previously unseen machine than by the future empress.

(I'll have a snack and post more later)

- Oh, what a contraption His Highness has! - Beata whispered, sharing her thoughts. - I wonder, will I be able to drive it???
- I have a bad feeling... - Guyon sighed.
- Come on, it doesn't look that complicated. You just need to turn that round thing, and it drives itself. Hmm, how fast can it go??? I need to check it out!!!
- Beata, no, just no...
- And it would be easier to steal such a thing than a train or an airship...
- Oh, dear... 🤦‍♂️
- Just kidding. But I really want to take it for a spin.

In contrast to her friend, Sonata showed great interest in the machine and quickly delivered it to the ceremony venue (fortunately, without hitting anyone or crashing into someone's house). By that time, the open space was already crowded with people. Naria appeared before the crowd, accompanied by Aiyano and Sonata, but many of those present gasped and exclaimed not so much at the sight of the future empress, but at the devilish, previously unseen machine.

Standing still and politely bowing her head. Hooray, we've been waiting! But what is this beautiful, angelic machine, so much better than trains and airships? Hmm, I'll have to ask Her Majesty later.

The appearance of the driver aroused no less interest in Alaria than the technological marvel she was piloting. Alaria certainly didn't expect to see the true Empress of Reima here, and certainly not like this. The universe certainly has a peculiar sense of humor. It was paradoxical to see Sonata, either as a driver or a bodyguard, considering her previous occupation. But she didn't seem to mind. It was a strange world. Very strange. But at least she was happy, even despite this "demotion." Then, a second Reima native appeared on stage – Aiyano. Apparently, they were acquainted after all. Which meant that only the Tanarian was unlucky, as usual, being the last to know and not being aware of what was happening around her. But... perhaps they would soon be invited on stage as well – to present the dragon slayers who saved Welfern from numerous deaths and a possible collapse.
And yet, the inquisitor had a bad feeling. If Naria was now going to introduce her adopted daughter to the people, what would be the reaction? Not only was she a foreigner, but she was also twice her age. She appeared out of nowhere. The stories about Shen, whom the people of Margel immediately disliked, came to mind. What if the same thing happens now? Wouldn't this be a blow to the reputation of the new empress in the eyes of her subjects? As if the situation with Kriedar wasn't enough. Zlobna's reaction last night certainly gave some hope that it would be avoided, but it was still worth being vigilant. Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.

No, well, the progress is clear. A train? Big, unwieldy, slowly accelerates, slowly brakes, needs rails. The driver doesn't feel his machine well: the head never knows what state the tail is in. Most passengers don't even think about what they owe their movement to... Conclusion? Too little individuality, too little flexibility, so not great.

This... Thing? Smaller in size, holds only 4-6 people, the horses get a rest (although, that depends on how you look at it, is it a plus—horses need to do something useful too), cross-country capability is much higher, and it's not just rails here! But the roads need to be smooth; you can't send it onto a battlefield. Speed could also use some work—it's decent for now, but due to the machine's heavy weight, it might be better.

So, the next step? Let's extrapolate, extrapolate, plus use the experience we have... Probably, someone from a more industrial world might think the next step should be a motorcycle or, at the very least, a motorized bicycle (which is roughly the same thing), but........

This is Erephir, what are you talking about

"I'll need to send the new plans to the journal later, oh yes! A chain-driven vehicle, using the principle of my swords and a scaled-up engine based on Master Quant's technologies! A chain will definitely be better than wheels both in cross-country capability and speed, though I'll need to very carefully select the number and radius of the gears, and also experiment with transmissions—I think for different terrain types I'll need to find a balance between cross-country capability and speed, but that's fine, we'll figure it out. Ugh, I hope nothing happens today, then I can get started....... Without setting aside other projects, of course."

- Guiyosh, imagine if we attached huge pistols to the sides of this carriage, pistols that fire simultaneously from multiple barrels? Or built them into the wheels? - ... - Oh, and we could also put all sorts of spikes in there to scatter on the road, nets, bombs, and add special buttons to deploy them when needed. - ..... - And make the cabin smaller, for two people, and armor everything. - ....... - And paint the whole thing in a cool black and add bat wings somewhere! - .........bat wings? But why? - I knew it, everything else wouldn't raise any questions for you.

Alaria, meanwhile, only regretted that she hadn’t been able to talk to Erephir yesterday about her ideas. But perhaps she’ll have a chance later today.

- Guyosh, imagine if we attached large guns to the sides of this carriage, guns that fire simultaneously from multiple barrels? Or integrated them into the wheels?
*- ...
*- Oh, and we could also put all sorts of spikes in there to scatter on the road, nets, bombs, and add special buttons to deploy them when needed.
*- .....
*- And make the cabin smaller, for two people, and armor everything.
*- .......
*- And paint the whole thing in a cool black and add bat wings somewhere!
*- .........bat wings? But why?
*- I knew everything else wouldn't raise any questions with you.

-- Guys, please... We have an Affiliation, we need to look presentable.
"I don't really like guns, but being well-armed won't hurt; they're right. We can install blades, either on the drive gears or, if we try hard, directly on the D chain. By the way, the net is a good idea, and the armor... Yes, we can definitely add a shield in the front!"

"I don't really like pistols, but having weapons won't hurt, they're right. You can install blades, either on the leading gears or, if you try hard, directly on the D chain. By the way, the mesh is a good idea, and the armor... Yes, a shield in the front would definitely work!"

"I had an idea about what could be installed, but I didn't have time to share my thoughts. Let's just put that aside for now, okay?"

- Yes, sir, just between us.

In the center of the specially fenced area, there was not even a throne; its function was served by a chair brought from Naria's villa — all the genuine regalia of the imperial house had vanished along with the Azure Palace. In the history books of other countries, this improvised ceremony will likely be described with mockery or even contempt, but the level of role-playing by the people involved in the process conveyed sincerity and professionalism. Given the patriarch's condition, Princess Naria had to be crowned by his student, Bazelle. Dressed in a snow-white robe, she recited a long prayer, appealing to Anuzish for a blessing for the new monarch and all her subjects, and then placed on her head a tiara adorned with fiery opals, whose masterful execution reflected the unique talent of Craig from "Hellfire". — May the Mother Goddess bless you, Your Majesty, — Bazelle concluded her prayer, — prosperity to your lands and joy to your subjects. Meiya. — Long live Empress Naria! — the townspeople shouted in unison. — Long live Empress Naria! Naria stopped the crowd's reverent awe by raising her palm. — In the heart of Margel there is a gaping hole — not even ruins remain where the central part of the capital once stood. The Phantasmagoria theater, beloved by the entire country, is gone. Linefront's guillotine, which relentlessly carried out death sentences for traitors over the last four centuries, remains no more. The headquarters of the armed forces and the Knight order were annihilated along with their entire garrison. The inexhaustible source of knowledge, the largest library in the world? Vanished. The curious museum, the souvenir shop favored by tourists, and the cozy restaurant "Mystery"? Also gone. And of course, the Azure Palace — the symbol of Welfern's power and strength, the home of the imperial family, the seat of government, the administrative center of Margel and the entire country. The place where Emperor Purian es Diesra Arual, my father, was on the day of Hopelessness's attack. — Closing her eyelids for a moment that seemed longer to the gathered spectators than it actually was, she continued her speech. — Let no one have any doubt that my father did everything necessary to care for the well-being of his subjects and the future of our state. This was the meaning of his entire life. And for this reason, out of great respect and equally great love for him, I will not mourn what was lost... Today is not an hour for grief, but a time of joy, when the night sky gives way to dawn and a long day full of new beginnings awaits us. Not all of them will be easy, but that is how life is. The government has seen to it that festive events are held in Margel and other settlements of the empire, so I bid you all spend this day resting from your usual chores. But before that, you must be enlightened about the nature of your new ruler, for the inhabitants of my country must not sink to the level of mindless cattle, ignorant of the world that surrounds them. As children of Anuzish, you should be aware that after a person's death, their soul returns to the general stream of souls, and after rebirth, the person has no memories of their past life. I am an exception to this rule, and by a twist of fate, I happened to share one soul with Aconia, who is well known to you all. For your concern, however, there is no reason — I am my own personality, and there is nothing between the two of us but shared memories and certain peculiarities. To demonstrate exactly what I mean... Hm. Klin Chegver, come before me. (Klin approaches, upsetting some of those present by the presence of a crown on his head) — This man served me faithfully for many years, yet by the will of cruel fate, he was deprived of his humanity. With a wave of her palm, Melesar's crown flies off the death knight's head and falls to the floor, revealing his true nature to those gathered. Cries are heard from the crowd, some caused by horror, others by anger; the lone voice of Sanexa Rimm, crying with tears "stop it! he is good! please, spare him!" dissolves into other voices. — Silence. The empress's word prevents the flame of madness from burning stronger, and it dies down. She places her palm where the knight's heart should be, and after a moment, his humanity begins to return. Minutes later, not a trace of undead remained, and in its place was a full human being. — O-o-o! — Witnessing the miraculous healing that took place before their eyes, the crowd immediately changed its opinion. — Long live Empress Naria! Long live Empress Naria! — Klin Chegver. — Naria spoke again. — The empire has no excuse for what happened to Kridear, but I am convinced that under the leadership of a man of your qualities, it can be reborn. Therefore, I name you Count of Kridear and place the lands comprising it at your disposal. Make it so that your ancestors can be proud of you, Count Chegver. (Klin steps back) — Next, Garrett from Carneol. (Garrett approaches) — This man is an alien, but he has no tentacles, only ordinary human limbs, just like yours and mine. He has the same problems in life, anxieties, ideals, personal tragedies. — At Naria's command, little sorceresses from the villa draw a magic circle on the floor, take Harold's skull from Garrett, place it in the center of the geometric figure, put a figurine next to it, and then force the brigand to shed some of his blood. Minutes later, Harold's skull becomes a full skeleton, and then it grows flesh (let Fragment determine the appearance). — Do not think, however, that this is something that can be so easily repeated. This man traveled through the universe and preserved not only the memory of his relative, but also his remains. What just happened should serve as a demonstration to you that aliens can be people just like we are, and miracles are possible; the main thing is not to stop believing in them and to work tirelessly for their realization. (Garrett steps back) — I think many of you are wondering what kind of technical marvel this is that I arrived in. This is an automobile, a project ordered by my father, which the ministry of science and technology worked on for the last ten years. To great regret, he was unable to see its completion, but know this: it is a convenient way of travel, and in the foreseeable future, everyone will be able to afford one. But let us move on to other important announcements. Sonata Reime, Erephir Linel Darwening, come before me. (They approach) — These women have shown the highest level of professionalism and devotion, tracking down and eliminating threats to our country's well-being: a dangerous dragon that destroyed Kridear and the center of Margel, as well as an inhuman cult that engaged in kidnapping, slave trading, and nightmare experiments for long decades. Being confident in their integrity, I wish to entrust them with the security of the imperial family and our country. From this day forward, I name Erephir Linel Darwening the Right Pillar of Margel, and Sonata Reime the Left Pillar of Margel. Carneol, whose leader is the Right Pillar, will be transformed into a Knight order; a new headquarters, in the form of a well-fortified fortress, will be built in Folkvang so that the knights can respond to various challenges with greater speed. The Left Pillar, meanwhile, will lead "Aconia". In peacetime, the Aconians must monitor the internal security of the country, and Carneol the external. Both pillars are under the direct command of the head of the house es Diesra Arual. And now, I wish to introduce my adopted daughter. Ayano, it is your turn. (She approaches) — From today, you will be known as Princess Ayano. — The empress hugs her daughter and then addresses the people again. — Though she is not of my blood, treat her with the same respect as you do me. My dear daughter, say a few words to the subjects.

"Damn, they've had their fun," thought Beata. "What kind of knight am I supposed to be?" "Heh, Garret is an alien after all, who would have thought," thought Guyon to himself, "I should have bet money with Beata, although we have a shared budget anyway."