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Everyone has forgotten about her.

Home, sweet home... how beautiful and alluring! This is my kingdom, my burden, and perhaps my grave. Eternal memory to the former mistress, but the new one... is not bad either.

Kamistella briefly greets her loyal servants and gives orders: inugami over there, the wooden statuette here, the sea stallion on the second floor, and the wooden horse – to the mistress's chambers. Nothing complicated; overall, our lunar being didn't particularly interfere with the lives of the other inhabitants of the mansion. She was content with performing her direct duties, occasional errands, and acknowledging herself as the only true owner of the mansion at the moment. As far as Kamistella knew, in return, the staff received very generous compensation for their work. Kimchilla certainly wasn't stingy here.

– See, it's still hanging in a prominent place, – Kamistella showed Phainantu her own portrait, painted by an artist at the very beginning of their acquaintance. In terms of attractiveness and prominence, Kamistella's portrait was second only to Kimchilla's portrait in the gallery.

The lunar being also showed the statue of Arselia. Perhaps, this is where something was wrong with it. Kamistella revered Akonia, but the only deity that held power in the mansion remained Arselia. But for some reason, this didn't bother the mistress much. Perhaps Kimchilla worshipped Arselia. Or perhaps she saw the statue as nothing more than a decoration for her home. And therefore, Kamistella never felt the slightest dislike for the elegant creation of an unknown master. However, she wouldn't refuse a statue or even a portrait of Akonia. Or even a portrait of Rinze. Just for beauty, of course.

However, the main highlight of the short tour of the mansion turned out to be the painting of the Coven of Passion. Which Kamistella easily removed from the wall and ordered to be moved to the treasury for now. Let it lie there, rest. It's not the first time.

– I believe you are well aware of the history of this sect, my friend, – without the influence of the painting, a mysterious light ignited in the lunar being's eyes, – it is ironic that it gained widespread popularity around the same time as the ascension of Empress Naria. The Coven of Passion is an unexpected example of how our world can also become a threat to others. And while the Church is firmly convinced of the malevolence of otherworldly beings, the otherworldly beings themselves can easily and simply accuse us of the same. Funny. What do you think about this depraved sect, my friend?

What is a world without beauty and pleasure... just an empty shell.

Closing his eyes for a moment, hoping to catch a bit of sleep and alleviate the mental strain, the city explorer opens them near the end of the journey, having not managed to steal even a second of rest – feeling every bump and pebble the carriage rattled over, as well as every creak and clunk of its mechanism.
Opening the door and squinting at the surprisingly leaden sky, as it seemed to him, he heavily steps onto solid ground.
Orienting himself on the map is easy, as he has already traveled almost the entire country. With an impassive expression, he heads to the workshop.

After the concert, can we go somewhere? Or is it too late, and everyone wants to go to bed?

– See, it’s still hanging there, in a prominent place, – Kamistella showed Faineant her own portrait, painted by an artist at the very beginning of their acquaintance. In terms of attractiveness and the prominence of its placement, Kamistella’s portrait was second only to Kimchilla’s in the gallery.

- I must admit, when I painted it, I thought we would never see each other again. Women tend to avoid me, although this feeling is often mutual. One day, I will paint you again.

She showed the lunar elf the statue of Arselia. Perhaps, this is where something was wrong with it. Kamistella revered Akonia, but the only deity that held power in the mansion remained Arselia. But for some reason, this did not bother the mistress herself. Perhaps Kimchilla worshipped Arselia. Or perhaps she saw the statue as nothing more than a decoration for her home. And therefore, Kamistella never felt the slightest dislike for the elegant creation of the unknown master. However, she would not refuse a statue or even a portrait of Akonia. Or even a portrait of Rinze. Just for the sake of beauty, of course.

It was difficult to understand what was going on in the artist’s mind, and here he is again – he touched the statue between its legs for some reason.
- Hmm, even harder than mine. – After thinking about something else, he added to his thought. – Still, I like Arselia more than Anuzish, who doesn’t have an official image. What’s the point of a goddess to whom you can’t even strangle your own snake?

– I believe you are well aware of the history of this sect, my friend, – without the influence of the painting, a mysterious light ignited in the lunar elf’s eyes, – it is ironic that it gained widespread popularity around the same time as the ascension of Empress Naria. The Coven of Passion is an unexpected example of how our world can also become a threat to others. And while the Church is firmly convinced of the malevolence of otherworldly beings, the otherworldly beings themselves can easily and simply accuse us of the same. It’s amusing. And what do you think about this depraved sect, my friend?

- What is there to think about it, it’s just a sect. Each of us is one step away from becoming a member. – Faineant shrugged so hard that for a moment it seemed as if he had dislocated his own joints. – I’m too lazy to think about what is right and what is wrong in this world. I am a simple man, what brings pleasure is good, what brings suffering is bad, and in life there should be more good and less bad, and let those who have nothing else to do think about everything else.

The workshop turned out to be not the largest, but a very luxurious-looking building, which stood in stark contrast to the rest of the city, characterized by its unremarkable architecture and austerity. Inside, one could see a large number of various and very high-quality-looking pieces of equipment, but there were no price tags on them. Most of all, the eye was drawn to the luxurious mustache and its owner, who was sitting in a chair with his legs propped up on the table.

Can we go somewhere after the concert? Or is it too late, and everyone should go to bed?

You can do either.

—...
—Perhaps, music is one of the few things that carries through the millennia a unifying cultural heritage that connects hearts and souls. —Asmidul finally says. —No matter who you are, and what stands behind you, whether you are a celestial being or a cave dweller; everyone will find harmony that is pleasing to their ear. Truly, an unsolved mystery of the universe. What do you say, my friend?

Wiping away the tears from his eyes, Nergal, moved by what he had seen and heard, replies.
- Sorry, what did you say?

That’s how it is. You can be as strong, charismatic, and in control of your life as you want, but if you foolishly place too much trust in someone, especially a woman, they’ll cut you down in your sleep and bury you in an unmarked grave. Akkad Babbar was an interesting man, but he must have gotten too soft while lying in his pyramid, choosing his concubines, and listening to the praises of foreigners. But even more interesting is the kind of person this Hugon was, who managed to secure a place for his mistress as the first concubine, kill the Calcite king, and then simply disappear.
-- Hmm, a cautionary tale, -- grumbled Ushumgallu instead of saying goodbye, leaving the library.

There was supposed to be some kind of concert, and he might even have made it, but all these musical and vocal extravaganzas were of little interest to him. The Calcitean heads to the transport station, hoping to rent a horse to Ninamiat.

Glancing at the equipment, and then at the owner's impressive mustache and flamboyant attire, which he would have deemed "nice" on any other day, but not today, the shinobi pulls out a cloth containing a blade and slowly unwraps it. After letting the metal breathe for a moment, without saying a word, he presents the blade to the man for his assessment.

“Never mind, I can see that no words are needed.” The more down-to-earth scientist patted the shoulder of the emotional theologian. “It was an amazing performance, though, it’s a shame it ended so quickly. Where are you going now?”

Ushumgallu arrives in Ninamiat.

Ninamiat
1. Transportation Station
2. Guild of Quill and Ink
3. Gifts of the Sea
4. Tunga's Goods
5. Thrilla Academy

Port Azure
1. Ninamiat Administration
2. Cold Steel
3. Farellian-Carnian Tales
4. Phantom's Shadow
5. Temple of Zhhu'siksidzhire

After glancing at the equipment, and then at the owner's elaborate attire, which he would have appreciated as "nice" on any other day, but not today, the shinobi pulls out a cloth with a prepared blade and slowly unwraps it. After letting the metal breathe for a moment, without saying a word, he presents it to the man for evaluation.

The man examines it as if it were a woman – gently, but confidently.
- This is a job for the great Jingo, - he concluded after finishing the inspection, - any other craftsman would ruin it.

—It's okay, I can see that no words are needed. —the more down-to-earth man patted the shoulder of the emotional theologian. —It was an amazing performance, though, it's a shame it went by so quickly. Where are you going now?

- Hmm? I thought I'd drop by the community to meet the recently arrived foreigner. Want to come with me?

- Hmm? I was thinking of checking in with the community and meeting the newly arrived foreigner. Want to come with me?

—Oh? I hope, in light of the latest news, she won't rush to return home... Let's go, then. —he decided not to refuse a repeat visit to the university.