Connection ErrorBad RequestThis page went staleSession ExpiredSign in requiredForbiddenNot FoundToo Many RequestsServer ErrorBad GatewayService UnavailableGateway TimeoutHTTP Version Not Supported
Session Expired
Your session has expired. Please log in to continue.
Sign in required
You need an account to do that. Sign in or create one — it only takes a minute.
This page went stale
Your security token was rejected, usually because the page sat open too long or you signed in elsewhere. Nothing was saved. Reload the page and try again.
Request Failed
We encountered an issue while processing your request.
Please check your internet connection and try again.
During the night, Beata and Guion carried out their plan and got thoroughly drunk, finishing off the remaining tactical reserves of cognac between them. Beata cried and cursed all night, while Guion listened silently, pouring them both more cognac and nibbling on a sausage. She had no desire to punish him. At one point, Beata even regretted not hiding their execution tools in the safe, including handcuffs and a whip. Then she remembered the collar that came with the dress, downed half a glass of cognac, sniffed the Warlord, and swore creatively. Guion just remained silent, watching this performance. In the morning, a grumpy, hungover Beata dragged herself into the kitchen. An equally hungover, but not as grumpy, Guion got a jar of brine and a half-eaten sausage. The couple quietly sobered up, waiting for news from their superiors.
She writes a note in Japanese: "Took it for safekeeping" and places it back in its original spot.
Carefully closing everything as it was and tidying up the room before leaving, she finally goes down to the first floor. Somewhere on the edge of her consciousness, a faint hope lingers that she might unexpectedly run into Tavai on the way out, but somehow, her heart felt the opposite – that after yesterday, they would never see each other again.
After this incident, he continued his search, but without success, and by 6 a.m. he appeared on Carneol's doorstep, tired and defeated.
Fury was found sitting on the roof of the headquarters, and Ammu might have thought that the redhead was already awake, but in reality, she hadn't closed her eyes at all. Almost not sleeping for two days wasn't impossible for her, although it did require some effort to bring herself into a semi-sleep state of reduced energy consumption, during which she did some simple things interspersed with just calm thoughts. She composed songs, said a few kind words to Stallia if she felt that she was in the mood (although it's not a fact that the Saint could perceive anything at all)...
She wrote a little in her diary, deciding that her friends deserved a few words at this stage. In general, she usually didn't do this, but this night, there was some vague, unclear hope that their acquaintance wouldn't be too short, maybe she wouldn't have to write obituaries... It's absurd, actually. But let it be, following the mood is not a crime.New entryBeata -- 10/10. A daring, fair-haired circus performer, telling everyone about her supposedly dark, sinful past, but it looks more like self-deprecation. She saved her future husband from slavery -- what more can be said? Villains don't do that.
Gion -- 9/10 (sorry, Gion, I probably need to stop adding appearance ratings to my friends). The most unfortunate person I've ever met in my life, although with a caveat: Gion survived all his troubles, big and small, because many others didn't... I think that's an achievement.
Garrett -- he was definitely a bandit, but what was in his past life, remains in his past life... Perhaps he was influenced by the previous leader, or maybe by the Suzerain. Or maybe something else happened before he was summoned? If you think about it, death changes people. Now he is so professional, interested, and diligent that he can be an example to anyone.
Kilika -- a soft and sweet little kitty, carefree and kind. She moves gracefully, casting her spells on the fly. She is full of serene wisdom.
Kalina -- she found her calling in a nature-loving, otherworldly philosophy, once she saved our bodies, now she is trying to bring harmony to the souls of the parishioners of Ikigai.
Amamius -- tall, much taller than me, with a bold, confident gaze, Mr. No Problems. A lot of good things can be said, but now I'm afraid to write too much, because recently it turned out that his attitude towards me is not what I thought. He... My excellent herald, he is always on my side, he seems to sincerely praise me. I'm afraid that I might be too dangerous a match for him, because I have mostly seen only the death of those who are dear to me, and can it be any other way? But some part of me says that I don't want to stop what is developing between us. Maybe it's selfish. But promises have already been made, and we need to move on, otherwise, am I worthy of what fate gives me?
Penelope -- a former scout, who sheltered us in our hour of need. She knows everything about everyone, and I am convinced of this with every conversation. But her main passion is beauty, clothes, magazines, she is a prime example of a lady living in society and setting the fashion.
Erephir thus adds 346 to her experience, bringing the total to 1467. She hoped to get closer to understanding the path of Air, but so far she hasn't succeeded, so for the rest of the night, she simply holds hot coals in her hands together with nails taken from the forge, trying to get used to the new sensations. Additional consideration: the design of armor from liquid metal is already close, she will learn the path of Air, learn to control not only solid steel but also liquid, and then, after experiments and detailed analysis, it will be easy. Maybe she will be ready for the battle with the all-piercing Ruby. That would be nice.
The night passed, and the anxiety about Amamius only intensified, and it took a lot of willpower not to start fussing and looking for her fiancé in the sewers. And so, 6 a.m. arrives.
-- Good morning, you're late, the bath is already cold, -- she says, leaning her cheek, conveying this extremely important information.
- Ohayo, Tavava-san, - the maid greets, not offended by the unmet expectations. - I was exhausted; I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow. Thank you for the kind advice; it was very helpful, - the princess bows to the maid. - Could you share the subtext of what happened? To be honest, I'm a little curious. ...But if you object, saying that it will ruin the romantic atmosphere of mysterious ambiguity, then I probably won't be able to find a counter-argument to that.
- Ohayo, Tavava-san, - the maid greets, not offended by the unmet expectations. - You look exhausted; you barely touched the pillow before falling asleep. Thank you for the good advice; it was very helpful, - the princess bows to the maid. - Could you share the subtext of what happened? I'm a little curious. ...But if you object, saying that it will ruin the romantic atmosphere of mysterious ambiguity, then I probably won't be able to find a counter-argument.
The maid touched her lips with her index finger and stared at the ceiling. This silence lasted a little longer than a minute. - What do you think is the best dessert?
- Dessert? - He tilts his head to the side and remains silent for a while. - To each their own. I can think of many criteria, but probably... one that I can always find the strength for.
- Good morning, you're late, the bathwater has already cooled down, - she says, leaning her cheek on her hand, delivering this extremely important information.
- I don't think I deserved it, - the detective spread his hands, - I couldn't find the stolen goods. Morning
- Dessert?... - she tilts her head and remains silent for a while. - To each their own. I can come up with many criteria, but probably... one that I can always find the strength for.
- After observing Anuzish's children, I came to the conclusion that they are most satisfied by a creamy pie. Having uttered this strange phrase and made an equally strange gesture, the maid returned to prepare the cafe for opening.
-- An uneducated nobleman, and a bookish knight who became a grandmaster, yet still lives by the principles from a two-volume book about a cunning hidalgo... Yes, in my homeland, both of us would be ridiculed, -- the Fury said with a modest smile. -- But that's okay, it just means we need to improve ourselves, quickly and decisively, keeping pace with our responsibilities, correcting all our shortcomings. You will receive a proper education befitting a nobleman, and I will reconcile the picture of reality with my ideals, bringing them into alignment.
Klinu wanted to respond to this inspiring conclusion, but nothing equally touching came to mind, so he simply decided to keep these inspiring words in his soul, now cleansed of the blue hue. —It turned out well. —instead, he switched to the dictated message that had been rewritten. —Perhaps a little too detailed, but at least everything is clear and to the point, so Her Majesty won't have to bother with it often. After receiving the grandmaster's signature, he seals the message with a carnelian seal and sends it via email to the designated recipient.
However, his night didn't end there, and for some time, the village secretary devoted himself to entering the recruits' application forms into the database, then sending their documents to the registration bureau in the capital, rewriting bank accounts for sending salaries, preparing envelopes with keys to the gate and badges with carnelian symbols, arranging insurance, and requesting a tax statement. After that, he requested a recalculation of the rent for the temporary headquarters, replacing the destroyed living space with common areas, entered the new portrait of the order members into the registry, and put a sad question mark regarding the contents of the safe.
***
—I'm sorry that I kept you up so late. —he says to Sanex, unlocking the door of the dwelling under the dawn's rays at [57-2]. —It was already a long day, and then we had to sort things out until almost morning... First, the death knight recalls with a strange sadness that he will no longer be able to spend this night without sleep. And then he realizes that they only had one bedroom, because the undead didn't need one, which slightly embarrasses him. —Hmm... Well, then good night. —smiling, he wishes his companion, preparing to settle down for a nap on the living room couch.
Many-Faced Monogat: defeats the emperor's army, terrorizes the borders for over a hundred years, and develops a brilliant plan to carpet bomb the empire with necro-dragons. Also Many-Faced Monogat: on the eve of its implementation, goes to a cafe and gets into a fight with the owner.
Author
-- First of all, Her Majesty decided to dismiss Riya... Em, Alaria. Doran. I'm ashamed that I became an unwitting catalyst for this decision, as we went to the audience together during the day, and I... missed something. -- a pause for reflection. -- She was a valuable ally to us, and it will be difficult to find a replacement, no, actually impossible, but I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about it now. In the future, except, I suppose, for Count Chegver, all contacts with the Suzerain will go through me. We won't cut off initiatives, but I will filter them.
Although the commander clearly tried to convey the sad news about Alaria's fate as delicately as possible, the emotional tone of her speech made it clear that the Carnelians would not see her again. "And what does that mean?.. I thought she was loyal to the Empress, and I hadn't noticed any transgressions... Why such a harsh decision and for what? Perhaps it's better not to know." Frowning in confusion, Garret shook his head and decided to abstract himself from the gloomy thoughts. Harold just tried to remember if he had ever seen her, with some regret realizing that he would no longer be able to exchange a few words with the one who helped his brother in the battle with Valis.Author
-- The security of pockets and headquarters is the second important topic for all of us.
Regarding the improvement of base security, they didn't have much to add, as in bandit lairs, this was solved by choosing a secluded location and reliable camouflage, but the knightly headquarters, whose location is known to everyone, required a different approach. "In general, you have already outlined the relevant good ideas, so I will rather tell you something to broaden your horizons." Raising his gaze to the invisible horizon of the distant past, Garret paused for a moment, recalling the details. "In another world, I heard about the so-called 'Aegis of Felicia,' a divine power of a valkyrie that can cover an entire city with a protective barrier. Well, like the local anti-magic barrier (which, by the way, they are not going to restore?), only it works differently; they said that it can recognize the essence of people and things, while seemingly observing everyone at the same time... Or almost everyone. If something like that existed in Margel, it would make it possible to react quickly and prevent undesirable events. Well, in theory, of course, it's cool, but in reality, it's unlikely to be possible, because the source of that power is gone, if I understand the lore of the worlds correctly."
Before going to bed, Garret gives the fading glow and dew of Arselia to Kilike, who has returned. "My brother and I can't do anything with these things anyway, but you might find them useful. Take them, don't hesitate, consider it our gift as a token of good memory and simply because it's nice to take care of friends.
kcfgogbfalgfl
Happy Life
