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Well, it's good that he didn't approach.

- Good day. I am conducting a survey of residents regarding the upcoming war. The guild has tasked me with gathering people's opinions. Could you help me with this, or perhaps someone else from the church?

- What kind of help do you need?

- That makes sense. I think that in a few years, we could release a super-premium version, so that one diary would be like three in one. Or, we could follow the example of "Gury" and make it so that the type of diary is determined randomly, and to get the one the customer wants, they would have to buy several, hoping for luck. What do you think of that idea? - Cherry refuses the money for the diary. - Let it be a thank you for the list.

His palms are sweating, but he grips his weapon tighter, his face twitches, and his heart speeds up one and a half or two times, pumping blood through his vessels and pounding against his temples – these are the peculiar sensations that Sunaro will feel when he sees the unfolding scene.
"Don't rush, think," the voice of Nemuya repeatedly tells him, and he has to obey, suppressing the desire to rush headlong to the scene.
Remaining in place, the Sinobian acolyte examines the area again; he is interested in only two things: the presence of places nearby where he could be ambushed as soon as he descends, and any possible traces nearby.

-- Why "our", I'm the only Calcite here, it seems...
Ushumgallu settles in to read.

— Be glorious and healthy, O Great King of all Calcite lands!



— That humble messengers might occupy but a fraction of His Magnificence's reign. My name is Klin, and my comrades are Kenshiro and Alaria. We travel a long path from Margel itself, on an important commission of Her Highness Princess Naria Es Diesra Arual. We humbly ask only to accept the message from Her Radiance, wherein all truth shall be laid out, and to present a gift to the Great King as a sign of our good intentions. We dare only to seek kind counsel and help today.

One of the servants takes Naria's letter from Klin and approaches the throne-divan with humble steps, looks at the floor, and presents the message to Akkad on outstretched hands. He, in turn, twirls it in his hands for a few moments, then burns it with the flame of a candle without even unsealing it.
— I recall that in times past I proposed Naria become my first wife, but received a refusal. Now, after all these years, should I spend my precious time on some requests of hers? Ridiculous. — The king rose from his seat to get a better look at the guests. At that moment, a court mage whispered something in his ear. — But let my relationship with her not hinder my relationship with you. Come now, tell me about yourselves and the goals of your stay in my kingdom.

— It is grievous for Her Highness's humble servant to hear of the ill relations that remain between the Great King and Her Radiance. However, it was her will to convey our request for help to Your Magnificence, and in this she remains united with our goal. — Klin bowed once more.
— As His Majesty pleases. I have nothing to tell about myself, other than that I hail from the old Krider mountains, where the flow of time turns back, and therefore nothing happens worthy of the Great King's attention. We arrived in Barsia for the purpose of seeking out and neutralizing three of the mysterious creatures known in religious culture as "apostles of Akonia". Unfortunately, the imperial archive contains very little information about their nature. It is only known that they all draw strength from one of the physical or spiritual elements associated with their title—in this case, "arrogance", "captivity", and "abomination". We were ordered to find these creatures and crush their bodies to put an end to their influence.

— O Great King, I have nothing to add to the words of our leader regarding the purpose of our journey. As for myself, I hail from the distant overseas land of Taosia, whose culture bears a significant resemblance to the Misurugi islands. After leaving my country, I lived as a wanderer for some time; now, by the will of fate, I have become a servant of Her Majesty. I have nothing more substantial to say; I only humbly ask you to accept this modest gift from us.
Kenshiro goes down on his knees, holding a battle-axe in outstretched hands. He does not approach the king—surely only chosen servants are worthy of that.
— This weapon once belonged to ruler Minos. I dare hope that Sartek's axe will find a place among the many treasures of Your Royal Magnificence.

When the axe was in the king's hands, he made several skillful test swings.
— Oh, a glorious weapon! I think it would be convenient to lop heads from shoulders with this!
Handing the axe to one of the servants, Akkad sat back on the divan with a satisfied look, and then directed his gaze toward Alaria.
— Now let's hear from you.

— Hailing from distant Tanarsis, O Great King, — observing all necessary acts of propriety, Alaria introduced herself when it was finally her turn, — I did not take root in my homeland and spent a significant portion of my conscious life as a wandering warrior, mercenary, and monster hunter. I developed other talents within myself, but it was the path of the sword and the command of fate that led me into the service of Her Majesty. Being a humble servant of Her Highness, like my companions, her will directed me here for the purpose already known to Your Magnificence.

The king rises from his seat again and approaches the guests.
— Alaria, Kenshiro, Klin. How about entering my service? Instead of hunting for fables that Akonia knows where, you will engage in worthy work in Calcite. You shall have both glory and wealth.

— This is a very flattering and advantageous offer, but alas, impossible. If I were to agree, I would have to commit suicide; such are the laws of honor of my homeland.

— An extremely generous and flattering offer, O Great King, but as long as I am bound by ties of duty to Her Highness, I cannot accept it. Otherwise, my word and my loyalty would be worth a penny.

Deciding that Klin had too slave-like a look, the king did not wait for his answer. After this, he gave permission for the group to spend the night and dine in luxurious guest quarters, and with that, the meeting with the master of the Haven of the Sun came to an end; he knew nothing of the apostles or pretended not to know.

- Share your thoughts on record, - Ferrus explained. - The topic concerns everyone, so I'd like to ask different people, as everyone has their own view of the situation.

Well, I'm going to get closer.

- The main thing is not to overdo it, after all, the publishing house and the card game store are visited by people with different levels of... "gambling spirit." - commented the erudite on the second idea. - Thank you very much!

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something:
-...This is clear from the local news and the latest newspapers... But in the rest of the world, what important things have happened in the last year? I remember that some island was taken from the former empire.

- More important than my new hairstyle? That requires some serious thought. Well, for example, a new influential faction has formed in the Church of Anush, led by Sister Akirakania. They are called the "Void Seekers," and unlike the current patriarch, they have a negative view of representatives of all other beliefs that exist in the world, including the Arselians. Their leader, by the way, is here with us now.

Is anything happening near the palace? Or is Erika waiting alone for the start of the "soon" concert?

—So, it's at our place? A very interesting place to develop one's "business." Nihilists, puritans, such a wide selection that it's overwhelming. —the bespectacled man chuckled. —But how do they treat people without convictions? As statistics show, there are quite a few of them in Asuga.

- Well, for now, it doesn't seem to be a problem. As far as I know, she arrived here specifically because of the Haran issue, so it's more of a good thing than a bad one.

—Well, if that's the case... —Asmidul wanted to say something along the lines of "the enemy of my enemy," but decided that the followers of Anuzish definitely didn't fit into that category, so he simply nodded thoughtfully. —...Oh, by the way.

He rummages in his bag and pulls out a box of candies. —Here, have some. Tungusian.

- Not poisoned?