Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

– I completely agree! – Kamistella nodded. – I also don't want to be divided again into Lower Kamistella and Upper Kamistella. But... if everyone else is dead, then... oh no, Archmage... without her, Asuguh's chances of withstanding the Haranian Empire will decrease significantly. Can't we kill a couple of Haranian lords to balance the power?

- A foreigner. Golden eyes, dark hair. Breasts... - he measures her with his gaze, half-nods. - I don't believe it's that simple, but could you be the one I'm looking for?

–Aya... Aya, is that really you? – the bespectacled man found his voice with great effort. – I'm sorry... I couldn't find you... You're not in league with them, are you?

- As you can see, it happened by chance. And please, don't call me by that name. After I killed Inak and his dog, I no longer deserve it.
- Friends are strict with their own, a delight for any beholder. - A phantom photograph, discarded, cuts through the air and lands near Asmidul; it shows a crazed young man strangling Zavirushka Snegoles with his own hands. - Reflections of the past are dear to the heart.

—Did… Inna kill him? —the agonizing truth settles on his shoulders like a heavy silk burden.
Lowering his gaze to the ground, the young man studies the photograph for a while, as if to imprint every moment and every detail in his memory forever.

—No, it wasn’t you. And it wasn’t me. Your name is above this. And so is mine. It was them. —he finally mumbles. —I have so much I want to say, but the words can only be addressed to human souls; there’s no point in having a dialogue with the inanimate. —imitating the Phantom, he raises his head with a mixture of anger and confidence, looking at his tormentors. —So, what do you want?

So, what do you want?

In short, Sir Tann wants to use the power of nine ancient obelisks to restore his country, which was destroyed in the past, but since he is undead, they don't accept him, so we... or rather, you will have to visit them instead of him. And since each one should contain a fragment of his soul, these visits will "count" in his favor. Something like that.

– Why do you believe in these absurdities? – Kamistella, lying down, suddenly asked. – Akonia has thought through her much-criticized plan down to the smallest detail. In this world, there cannot be a tool capable of nullifying all her efforts at the first whim of any sufficiently lucky rogue. And even if the story about the obelisks is not a fairy tale... wasting them for the sake of one Neferia is extremely wasteful. You could wish to become the first god of the dead! Summon Akonia herself and do whatever your heart desires! Why such modesty, Mr. Tann? No, I am also a patriot, but not to that extent!

– As expected. – the scholar said, digesting what he had heard. – If you allow me to offer a modest opinion, I wouldn't put too much hope in your unexpected cooperation resulting in a reliable partnership. I don't know how yet, but the phantom lady will, at the right moment, betray you just as she betrayed us before. – he shrugs. – So, it's just for fun? To drown my homeland in blood for the sake of a joke, to force me to betray my family, my country, and the king, and go in search of fulfilling someone else's desires. Hmm, can you give me at least one good reason why I should help you? For the sake of saving my insignificant life?

- Because there is no other way, my loyalty belongs to N***ria, and my own fate is of no importance.

– Everything is clear with Mr. Tann; he is a patriot and a loyal son of Mother Neferia, – Camistella nodded. – As for you, dog-killer, you simply want to live, and that's quite primitive. But what does Phantom need from all this? She isn't even from Neferia. And if my assumptions are correct, her parents actually helped Aconia's plan rather than hindered it. Judging by how often Phantom mentions celestial bodies, she doesn't like Aconia's shield. But I don't understand how the revival of Neferia, which could then be destroyed again at the gods' first whim, will affect the current state of affairs in the world. Unless, of course, you intend to turn back time and save the old Neferia by suddenly suffocating Princess Naria in her cradle. But with such a plan, you would have been able to gather an army of volunteers without all these games. And yes, one more question: how were the victims chosen?