Posts from 🐙 Planet Aberat, Kingdom of Selya-Mira 🐙 Auto-translated

It's best to wash the cucumber before eating it, of course. Although...

Sho-Ni searches the tavern but only finds a cucumber someone left behind. Again. Maybe she can eat it for comfort if she wants. The owner of this place isn't stupid: everything of any value is hidden behind locked doors, and unfortunately, the fox doesn't have any lockpicks.

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"Hmm, well, let's see what's going on in their men's club," Sho-Ni thought and headed to the club, taking the cucumber with her.

- That is correct,” approved Dervos. “Such an insult to our way of life is a clear crime against the church, and therefore, it should not be overlooked or go unpunished, not only in principle but also as a warning to all potential scoundrels. However, I am here with a specific purpose. Sir Anar, have you received any reports of anything suspicious within the city lately, something that clearly deviates from the usual routine and may be related to what happened? The general public is a stable, but not the most reliable source, but I believe that information that might be useful to us could have reached your eyes and ears more than anyone else's. Any information will do, even at the level of unverified rumors and speculation, which has no place on the pages of your publication – in this situation, even that deserves our close attention.

The seemingly timid queen of straw listened to the empty words with a Terminator-like expression and deemed it unnecessary to respond, waiting for her transport to arrive at the next destination.

– How boring... – the stranger narrowed her eyes. The Knight in pants and helmet immediately waved his hands.

– No, no, I can't handle her anymore.

The stranger thoughtfully examined Saki, wiped an incomprehensible liquid from her lower lip, and, out of boredom, began a long monologue:

– You have a good body. It's a pity you have as much emotion as a log. Otherwise, you would have been a worthy student at the Academy of Beauty, Body, and Manners. External attractiveness, intelligence, and noble talents are the true values of the Kaishi. You were clearly deprived of some of them, but this can be corrected. If our Academy can't do it, then Doria will definitely handle such a student. It is only impossible to forge a worthy member of society from a monster. My name is Sirin, and I am the third among the graduates of the Academy of Beauty, Body, and Manners from last year. I was tasked with bringing the light of truth to the lands of Eastern Aldrick... but the Brown Banner decided otherwise.

– I'm not sure she's interested, – noted the Knight in pants and helmet.

– I'm bored. But she's really not the best conversationalist. Initially, I was captured by the main detachment of Osgold Rona himself. They... showed me a patriarchal model of power in a very un-academic way. Unlike you, I was conscious, and there were more people there. I probably wouldn't have lasted long if someone hadn't decided to send me as a gift to Captain Remar Vuln. By the standards of the Brown Banner, he is a very gentle and understanding commander. In other words... we both got very lucky. Especially you. These Knights hate priestesses with a dark, intense hatred, and when they don't have real carriers of divine poison in their hands... someone has to replace them.

– How did your tattoo survive that night of revelry? – suddenly asked the Knight in helmet and pants.

– It only remained on my arms... what a loss... it was a gift from my mentor... – Sirin was clearly saddened.

– I don't know why it's needed, but I sympathize, – nodded the Knight.

Meanwhile, Captain Remar Vuln and his subordinates continued their slow movement in a direction unknown to Saki.

- How could she?! This is my event with a bunch of guys! Mine, mine, mine!

Mentally defeated, she replayed the words spoken by the strange creature in her mind. Academy of Beauty, noble talents, values, Dorius, Brown Banner, Osgold Ron, patriarchy, Remar Vuln, priestesses, divine poison, pattern... To her, all of this sounded like a random collection of letters and words. Trying to make sense of it, she stared at the seemingly insane interlocutor with a new gaze:

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"Hmm, well, let's see what's going on in their men's club," Sho-Ni thought and headed to the club, bringing an cucumber with her.

As soon as Sho-Ni enters the club, she is overwhelmed by a wave of true seductive power. Common sense immediately leaves the fox, leaving only lust and fanaticism.

– Unparalleled... – a roar echoes from the crowd.

– Magnificent... – dozens of half-naked men and women jump in the air and clap their hands.

– Indescribable... – exquisite wine with an amazing aroma begins to flow from a fountain in the center of the hall.

– Unyielding... – the ecstasy of the crowd is unstoppable!

– RENARDO WOLLENS!

An unusually handsome mage, wearing only a loincloth and a scarf on his head, walks onto the stage. He is accompanied by two succubi of unparalleled beauty. The naked women lying on the floor immediately wrap their arms around Renardo's legs, but this does not prevent him from starting a dance right on their backs. And every movement of this oiled body is accompanied by a wave of seductive power. There is no doubt: he is a true master of vice and depravity!

– Renardo! Renardo! Renardo! Renardo!

– When he's done, I'm going to hit the gym...

– Let me, Pantheon, become at least a quarter as cool as him...

– I'll give anything, just let him take off the loincloth!

– He is clearly a great demonologist... he's going to sorcer... oh, to hell with it! Renardo! Renardo! Hooray!

– Yeeeees!!!

Have you lost control of your hero?

Well, no orders were given to you. But Sho-Ni can only admire this guy and behave in accordance with the crowd. At the same time, she might draw some conclusions.

If there were a male character, he would lose control and become a ♂️fucking slave♂️ for ♂️300 $♂️.

Well, no orders were given to you. But Sho-Ni can only admire this guy and behave like the rest of the crowd. At the same time, she can draw some conclusions.

The conclusion is that all the pods will go to him. 🙄

Intoxicated by the incredible Renardo, Sho-Ni continues to observe what is happening, catching every movement of the mage and praying to Sorn-Tarn that Mr. Wollens would at least pause his gaze on her for a second.

Which is better – one good pod or ten thousand unremarkable ones? 🤔

She has a challenge for 10,000, and the specific details aren't that important.

Seeing Saki's gaze, the Knight and the Siren exchanged glances.

– You haven't even heard of the Academy of Beauty, Body, and Manners? How awful... how is that possible in our time... – the girl covered her mouth with her hand in amazement.

– I think she hasn't heard anything we said...

– But... but... that's impossible! Eastern Aldryk has a decent level of education!

Some time passed. The road seemed endless... And then... then, around the bend, the path of the Brown Banner was blocked by riders in completely different armor and with different insignia. There were many more of them, and the unknown army was led by a gray-haired old man in full heavy armor, whose combat experience and the number of hardships he had endured definitely exceeded those of ordinary soldiers.

Remar Vuln flinched in surprise; whispers of disbelief ran through his detachment, followed by fear.

– That's Governor Getronir Tirsell! And his elite cavalry! We are doomed!

– Captain Remar Vuln, I presume, – exclaimed the old man, – you don't have much time left to live. In the name of the goddess Ceraria, I will put an end to you! For all the sins and crimes against the kingdom of Celia-Mira!

– To battle, brothers! Let's capture the governor – and Osgholn Ron will never doubt us again! For revenge! For the Brown Banner! – Remar shouted in response and rushed into battle, drawing "The Empress's Will" from its scabbard.

The knights echoed his cry. But their zeal was immediately dampened by a blinding flash of lightning that struck from the sky and killed three cavalrymen and their horses on the spot. A soft rustling of leaves was heard. Someone was rushing straight along the treetops, casting spells of the Air school on the move.

– I have come to help, Governor Tirsell! – another old man landed next to Getronir with a powerful jump: this time, a mage.

– Glad to meet you, Master Renis, – the governor chuckled, – let's kill them together!

The Necromancer, to his credit, did not panic and immediately directed a bolt of death at his colleague, but the latter deflected it with such ease that the master of the undead immediately wished to disappear from the battlefield.

And then the slaughter began. No matter how good Captain Remar Vuln was in battle, his knights suffered a crushing defeat. They were overwhelmed in numbers, magic, and morale. Soon, panic appeared on the face of the seemingly unwavering warrior. He was caught off guard, with no chance of victory. Perhaps the reason was the spell of lightness, which hid all traces and sounds of Governor Tirsell's cavalry detachment.

– Retreat! Retreat! – Remar shouted, raising his hand to the sky, – Lady, help me...

And the Lady answered his call...

Suddenly, a loud, feminine laugh shook the area, stopping the battle and leaving both sides in deep confusion. And then, high above the heads of the warriors, a funnel opened, from which a graceful, but truly enormous female hand appeared, which immediately reached for Governor Tirsell.

– Scatter! Get away from this hand! – Master Renis now screamed in panic. He tried to destroy the hand with lightning, but it did no harm.

The governor, however, stood as if rooted to the spot, gazing in fascination at the unknown magic, but he was managed to be teleported out of the danger zone at the last moment. A moment later, the hand touched the ground, and a huge explosion of soft lilac flame turned this part of the road inside out. The blow fell on Tirsell's side, and more than ten glorious warriors of the kingdom left this cruel world.

– What kind of trickery is this? – the governor cursed.

– I... I don't know... I've never seen anything like it before, – Master Renis replied guiltily.

While the army of Ceraria's loyalists realized what had happened, Captain Remar Vuln and the few surviving knights of the Brown Banner fled into the forest. The knight in the helmet and trousers carried Saki, while the other carried the Siren, who was clearly unhappy about missing the chance to escape from the renegades. The necromancer also managed to survive.

– That was a beautiful explosion, wasn't it? – a melodic female voice suddenly sounded in Saki's head.

"HERETIC!" – a very unpleasant thought flashed through her mind.



P.S. We will have our own Rynse, with a less harsh color and an army of male misogynists.

Saki never shied away from a fight. Even in situations where she was significantly outmatched in terms of levels, skills, attributes, and numbers, she held her weapon firmly, as if it were an extension of her own body, and faced the battle with her head held high. For this reason, the sudden retreat of the knights and their fervent prayers to their "mistress" at the first sign of difficulty lowered their reputation in her eyes to that of strange creatures who had recently been babbling about all sorts of oddities. Observing these events, she suddenly remembered the vocabulary of a young man she had met along the way. He introduced himself as Ardoran Neigraev, and he would probably describe these people with the word "losers."

"Who are you?" she asked, as if speaking to a schizophrenic, addressing the voices in her head.