☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

- Come on, don't worry, what's done is done. You're Cleona, right? I'm Aiyano, and this is Sonata. So, what about you? You don't have to tell us if you don't want to, no one is forcing you, but let's try to avoid being prickly, there's no need for that. We're worried, you three were seriously injured, but so far, only you have woken up.

- Come back, I'll forgive everything! - she shouted after him, then returned to Guion and Alaria. - Damn, everything is ruined... Okay, let's go back to base. We'll have to perform without music. Damn.

"So, you're all caliphobes," the warrior thought philosophically, trying to figure out where that word even came from in her mind.
“Well, here’s a refutation of the words about the attractiveness of female forms,” she smirked again, this time at the stranger’s strange reaction, after which she turned to Guion, “what’s wrong with him?”

“Beata, don’t take it personally, but where do you even dig up these weirdos? It’s like they’re covered in honey when they’re around you. So, don’t get upset.”

In principle... — Alaria glanced towards the gift reception point — ... I saw Lady Asukan there, and I just talked to her. Maybe she can recommend someone to you? That lady will definitely recommend someone professional.

Guyon just shrugged.
“He’s got his eyes on his backside, that’s what’s wrong with him,” Beata snorted. “In Carneol, everyone is beautiful, both men and women, each one better than the last. Guyon is, of course, in a league of his own, but I’m biased.”
“Maybe we should ask the Minister of Culture? It can’t be that there are only three musicians in all of Margel…” Guyon suggested.

“Okay, okay, you’ve convinced me. You go ahead to Carneol, Guyon and I will have a few words with her and follow you. The other artists should be arriving there too…”

Biba and Boba run up to the Minister of Culture with hope in their eyes.

The Minister of Culture was ready to listen to Bibu and Bobu.

- Lady Asukan, - Gion said politely, pausing to allow Beata to speak.
- Please help us! - she exclaimed with desperation in her voice. - Our circus performance is falling apart, we don't have a musician!
- We are ready to pay the artist for the urgency, we have a force majeure... We would be very grateful for any help.

- Vistéria... Vistéria... - she tilts her head to the side, then shakes it. - Unfortunately, astrology, like geography, is not my forte. What about you? - she asks Sonata before continuing. - My homeland is Nihon, hers is Rheims. We have something in common. Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Kleona-san, even under such harsh circumstances, - the priestess extends her hand for a handshake. - "Nonsense" is putting it mildly. When I learned that something like this cult existed, I knew it had to be destroyed at all costs. It's a pity that it could only be done now, and not several decades ago...

- It's a sad situation, but all the performers I know are already busy with something. In such a short time, and especially given my own workload, it will be difficult to find someone.