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Naria's speech evoked a mix of feelings in Alaria. On one hand, she was genuinely happy for Klin, who not only regained his humanity but was also given all possible resources to rebuild his homeland. She also couldn't help but feel pleased for the secretive Garret, who had been longing for his brother all this time and was finally reunited with his family. And of course, there was the radiant Erefir, with her knightly order. On the other hand, she herself did not receive the desired restoration after Melessar's magic, although she had hoped for a different outcome. This was the only possible reward she had thought about after the victory over Despair. To regain a part of herself, just as she had helped Naria gather the pieces of her own being.
There was another point. Only after discovering fellow countrymen from her world, seeing them with her own eyes, did she learn the sad fact that Carneol would be relocated. Not right now, but in the near future. And Klin, almost certainly, would depart for the lands granted to him. The inquisitor's soul was torn in three directions, wanting to simultaneously protect her new comrades, stay close to the former empress, and help her loyal friend with his homeland.
Erephir listened and watched with bated breath.
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I am an exception to this rule, and by the will of fate, I was destined to share one soul with the well-known Aconia.
"A soul? The Suzerain announces this so simply... Commendable honesty and courage, but still, I don't know what kind of reaction to expect. Although, perhaps it's better this way than if rumors started spreading from the Mindjins. Yes. It may be dangerous, but it's better this way."
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With a wave of her hand, the crown of Melesar flies off the head of the death knight and falls to the floor, demonstrating his true nature to those gathered.
"Oh. It seems he's not a vampire. But in general, he looks quite good, in my opinion, the crown was unnecessary; just powder and makeup him, and no one would even realize he's not a human."
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Minutes later, there was no trace of the undead, and in its place was a full-fledged human.
— O-o-o! — Having witnessed the miraculous healing that had taken place before their eyes, the crowd immediately changed its opinion. — Long live Empress Naria! Long live Empress Naria!
— Long live Empress Naria! — Erephir joined in. This is what people are waiting for, a small miracle, understandable to everyone. Now it was possible to believe that everything would be alright, even if the undead had every chance of being redeemed.
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Let what just happened serve as a demonstration to you that aliens can be just as human as you and me, and miracles are possible, the main thing is not to stop believing in them and tirelessly work to make them happen.
"I'm glad for Gara, but what about the mandate? Surely everyone is thinking about it now... It's dangerous. I wouldn't have done it in front of everyone... But. But I could be wrong; the Suzerain knows her subjects better than I know these people."
"That's right, let's put the paranoia aside. We need to be happy for our brother; the rest is not important; we'll worry about the rest later.)"
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Sonata Reim, Erephir Linel Darvening, come to me.
"It seems I'm going to be exposed too... I hope it's just about my green-auric nature, and not a trial for sacrificing the city."
The girl's face showed nothing but loyalty and a sense of duty, but still, she did not expect the following words... The dragon always seemed to her a dangerous topic to reveal, but instead, the Suzerain acted simply and directly. Were they being honored as heroes? Were they being honored as heroes? After all these years, it seemed almost impossible that heroes would really stand before a cheering crowd. Usually, at best, they receive some flowers from the hands of villagers, but much more often, they don't even get that, and it's good if they don't get spat on. That was the past experience... But now, Carneol was officially recognized. Only Erephir was on the "stage," but in fact, she represented the entire group and shared this honor with them, and it was possible to see how many people in the crowd were looking at the place where she, Erephir, had just stood, and where the other comrades were. Although it was also noticeable that Sonata alone attracted even more attention, especially from men. How can they look at alien empresses when they have Their Own One here, oh, people...
The redhead smiled warmly and accepted this high honor as best she could, with a fist placed on her heart and all the rest, in a knightly, but also in a feminine way. She had no need to speak, because the Suzerain did not make the slightest pause, and Sonata was silent, but the nonverbal gratitude of the Nozenro was boundless and corresponded to all the norms of ethics and aesthetics, so as not to cast a shadow on the House.
A separate thought: how useful the dress turned out to be, thank you, Penny...
Now, having learned that one of her dreams, about reforming Carneol into a knightly order, had come true, the newly promoted commander awaited the speech of the adopted daughter, whom she had seen in person for the first time. I wonder what kind of person this Aiyano is... Es Dee Esra Arual? Or, in the case of adopted children, is the surname inherited differently? It wasn't announced yet, but it will become clear.
The "daughter," who had been watching the upcoming performances and revelations in a daze, and whose "heart" was so affected that she almost had a corresponding attack, took several deep breaths using the Nihon system, suppressing the tremor throughout her body with sheer willpower, previously enhanced by Suza. "Okamisama... give me strength," flashed through her deadened mind. "My name is Ayano," she finally said, with great difficulty, restraining herself from saying "etto/ano." "Some of you may already know me as the head priestess of Kamimori, a shrine in the suburban part of the capital. It was built solely thanks to the benevolence of Her Majesty, as well as the help of the local kind people, for which I am deeply grateful. I am also equally grateful to all the kind and friendly people, friends, and colleagues that I have had the pleasure of meeting here. They have allowed me to feel a sense of belonging and warmth, and this emotion is completely mutual. Therefore, seeing our capital and Kriedaar in such a state breaks my heart. I can promise that if the bitterness of loss overwhelms your soul, the doors of Kamimori will always be open to you. Perhaps together we can find the strength to somewhat alleviate the pain and move forward. Any possible voluntary donations, down to the last rem, both those already collected and future ones, will be directed to the fund for the restoration of Kriedaar and the capital..." she added after a moment's pause. "Each of you is a representative of a strong people. It will be difficult, but we are capable of overcoming this. The main thing is to try not to give in to despair and not forget about those who remain by your side: whether it's a friend, neighbor, relative, colleague - it doesn't matter; we all need friendly support now more than ever." Exhaling, she decides to wrap things up: "And yet, today, according to Her Majesty, is not a time for mourning, but a dawn after a dark, rainy night. So, let's try to show strength and look at the new day with new hope. ...Thank you. And our sincere congratulations to Her Majesty," she concluded with the most exemplary and respectful bow possible, hoping that she hadn't made a complete fool of herself during this speech.
Following Naria's orders, the little sorcerers 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 rogue to spill some of his blood. Minutes later, Harold's skull becomes a full-fledged skeleton, and then it grows flesh (let the Fragment determine the appearance).
sometimes wishes do come true
At first, I thought that Garrett suddenly turned out to be of special royal blood and was surprised, but then I realized that in a sense, that's exactly what happened, considering that he was summoned by her...
Revan, am I right in understanding that I now need to generate a character?
Heh, if I had decided on a third champ back then, Garrett wouldn't have a brother x) It's a good thing I changed my mind and focused on uncovering the talents of Biba and Boba
Alaria listened attentively to the speech of her fellow countrywoman and, as fate would have it, the new princess. The Tanaresian had already heard about her, and not just once. But hearing Ayano herself... that was a first. Of course, the inquisitor didn't expect any excessive sincerity from this official introductory speech. In such situations, any public figure would put on a show and wear a mask of reliability, but that wasn't a reason to dismiss the Nihonese woman's words.
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- My name is Ayano, - she finally said, barely managing to restrain herself from saying "etto/ano". - Some of you may already know me as the head of Kamimori - a sanctuary in the suburban part of the capital. It was built solely thanks to the generosity of Her Majesty, as well as the help of local kind people, for which I am deeply grateful. I am also equally grateful to all the kind and friendly people, friends and colleagues, whom I had the opportunity to meet here. They allowed me to feel a sense of belonging and warmth, and this emotion is completely mutual. Therefore, seeing our capital and Kridear in such a state breaks my heart. I can promise that if the bitterness of loss overwhelms your soul, the doors of Kamimori will always be open to you. Perhaps together we can find the strength to ease the pain and move on. Any possible voluntary donations, down to the last rem, both already collected and future ones, will be directed to the fund for the restoration of Kridear and the capital... - she added after a moment's hesitation. - Each of you is a representative of a strong people. It will be difficult, but we are capable of surviving it. The main thing is to try not to give in to despair and not forget about those who remain with you: whether it's a friend, a neighbor, a relative, a colleague - it doesn't matter; we all need friendly support now more than ever. Taking a breath, she decides to wrap it up: - And yet, today, according to Her Majesty, is not a time for mourning, but a dawn after a dark rainy night. So, let's try to show strength and look at the new day with new hope. ...Thank you. And our sincere congratulations to Her Majesty, - she concluded these words with the most exemplary and respectful bow possible, hoping that she hadn't made a complete fool of herself during this speech.
The attempt to advertise her own sanctuary slightly confused the eternally suspicious inquisitor, although it probably stemmed from a sincere desire to help. However, the words about donations were met with loud applause from her. Even with any desire to find a hidden meaning here, it is difficult to deny that this act of charity will ease the burden of many suffering Margel and Kridear residents. Otherwise, there was nothing to criticize - she had expected something similar in this situation. The people should like it.
- You know, what was her favorite pastime? - ...well? - She would gather her friends, colleagues, relatives, good acquaintances, depending on her mood. But there were always quite a few people, at least ten or fifteen Lunarians. They would drink wine, enjoy some treats, and gossip. And they would watch how these monsters... entertained me," Gion shuddered. "They would sit and discuss what interesting pose I was contorted into or how deep those tentacles..." He didn't risk finishing the sentence, but Beata understood.
No, I'll still make a joke.
A typical corporate party in the accounting department. The tentacled monster is, of course, the chief accountant, Dazdraperma Sigizmundovna. And Gion is an intern from the IT department, whom the chief accountant called to fix the computer because she pressed something and everything disappeared.
Revan, am I correct in understanding that I now need to generate a character?
Yes, 5000 experience points, +50 to characteristics for free distribution (i.e., the sum without other bonuses should be 160). There will also be skills from Lungwort.
- ... - ... - Long live Princess Ayano! — The silence hanging over the air harbor was broken by the voice and applause of one of the spectators, Lord. - Long live Princess Ayano! — Gaheris, Kayasa, and Sonata, who stood near the princess and the empress, joined in. - Ayano-sama!! — cried out the oni-sans standing in the first row. - Congratulations, — Draco Mellis, representing the empire's government at this ceremony, also clapped his hands, — I did not expect that we would meet again under such circumstances. - Long live Princess Ayano! — exclaimed Sonata's students, all except Anpan. - Miko-sama!! Congratulations! — Lotr and Adalard joined in. - Long live Princess Ayano! — the XXX maids chimed in. - Fishy!! — And Salmon... — Long own you! - Go for it, little one! — And Craig... — Congratulations! - Congratulations, Ayano! — And Nadia... - Long live Princess Ayano! — And Tai, Jun, Tai, Orros... - Long live Princess Ayano! — And many other residents of Margel.
Erefir joined.
"A good speech, heartfelt, and it's clear you mean it, and it was concise... Well, what did I expect? The Suzerain truly has a discerning eye."
With all her heart, she silently thanked her loved ones for their support, smiled, and nodded to the crowd, thinking only one thing: "Okamisama, when will this scene finally end?" The stress of everything that was happening had taken a heavy toll on her heart.
In an attempt to mentally escape to a "peaceful place" for a few moments, she surveyed the scene:
- Sonata - for whom, despite all her life experience, something like this might seem amusing;
- Chegver Klin - he seemed vaguely familiar to her even during the preliminary scene with his participation, and now she finally remembered that she had seen this face among the first after her arrival, and even noted this fact in her diary. It was unclear how he ended up in that state, but one thing was clear - his return seemed completely impossible and therefore incredibly happy;
- Darvening Erefir Linel, to whom she finally managed to match a face. An open face, a light smile, and burning eyes - somehow, all of this subtly reminded her of Aiko-tan, except as if she didn't have such an overwhelming burden of responsibility on her shoulders. Perhaps, after the tragedy that had occurred, she could be the very person their team needed;
- Garret, a scene with his participation could have been even more shocking if she hadn't had the chance to observe a chimera a couple of times... although such a description was already inaccurate - in action. "Relative?" - it was strange, but as a "fellow sufferer," she could understand this more than anyone else.
Looking around at the crowd, to her regret, she couldn't distinguish any other members of "Carnelian" in its chaos, but in any case, she was glad that their hard work had earned its place in the highest echelon of the state.
"Could it really end on such a high note?" - she finally calmed down, bowed to the crowd again, and turned her gaze to the new empress.
While Naria was completing the ceremonial formalities, somewhere in the crowd, Penelope Howe was eagerly rubbing her hands together. After the coronation of Naria and Aiyano, they had to take their places in the back of the car again and return to the villa, but this time Sonata had to drive at a significantly lower speed so that the Empress (and, preferably, the Princess...) could wave to the townspeople they encountered along the way. And Onyata had to walk through the entire city again.
Ple-Sen
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sometimes wishes do come true 
