Posts from A wonderfully kind contest.

I never dreamed of having a large family and a bunch of children.

And here you are dreaming. And in general, what is written in the story doesn't necessarily mean that's how things actually are.

Quite the opposite! :3

Where is the bedroom scene?

Arandor, hooray! We are looking forward to hearing from you.

No, as a good and loyal husband, I won't tell you anything. :P write to me on ICQ if you have money

Has everything died down?

Nope, nothing stalled. No one abandoned anything. I just didn't have time... >_<.

My car broke down nearby. Could you give it a push?

Ara, don't spam. Just because you're the king doesn't mean you can do anything you want here. Yes, the continuation will be tomorrow; I didn't have time to finish everything today.

Well, why should I be the only one pushing the car? Besides, others are writing, and everything is fine.

You'll quickly get this car from Kazan to Komsomolsk if you keep acting up.

Hmm, do you need something from me? Do you want me to come? Why should I push her specifically there?

Remove the boards from the balcony.

Fake.

Ever since Neira moved in with Hostor, a series of events began in the kingdom. King Arandor, like all other inhabitants of HeroesLand, could not understand what had happened to the queen, and where she could have gone. The supporters of the White movement continued to go mad, taking advantage of the queen's absence. Koteika locked himself in his mansion and refuses to leave it. And so on…
It seems that the queen's disappearance has only affected the HeroesWorld folks for the worse. And yet, before this, many of them dreamed of getting rid of her. Now, those very inhabitants who had recently cursed Neira's name wish to bring the queen back and find out why she left them all… but, it seems, they will never get an answer to that question… probably.

Ever since Neira settled in with her brother, a happy smile never left Hostor's face. The guy was glad that his sister was nearby. He never forgot their amusing past, when they were just starting their business. Neira was the one who started this whole business, but Hostor was with her from the very beginning, never betraying his sister; he did any job she could give him. And perhaps it was not so much family ties, but Hostor's reliability that influenced Neira's decision to hand over her business to him.
They always enjoyed criminal activity, especially selling drugs. And their most profitable client was Aziral. Perhaps that's exactly why Azi hated the new queen so much and sided with the White traitors.
But Hostor wasn't bothered by all these trifles. All that could interest him at the moment was spending time with his beloved younger sister, as well as planning new profitable schemes.
When Hostor entered his house, he nearly fainted from horror. What he saw sent the Godfather into shock. The whole house seemed turned upside down; it was clear that someone had been in the house, and that "someone" clearly had no good intentions.
"Oh, god, Neira!" – remembering his sister, Hostor rushed like a bullet to her quarters, but, unfortunately, he did not find his guest there.
So he began to search the entire house, but he never found Neira.
"Where could she be…?" – Hos mentally repeated, until he remembered the one place he hadn't checked yet – "Well, of course! What an idiot I am! The storage room in the basement!" – that's where Hostor had advised her to hide if something happened while he was away. – "Sigh, I hope nothing happened to her and she's alive and well in there…"
In the basement, Hostor found a bit of a mess. The first thing the homeowner noticed was the absence of a large bag of heroin, which he had dreamed of selling for a lot of money, but the grief over the drugs passed quickly when the guy saw his beloved, wounded, unconscious little sister.
-Neira! Neira, wake up! – Hostor began to shake his sister, hoping she would wake up and say she wasn't badly hurt.
-Bastards! I will never forgive you for this! Vile creature who dared to threaten the queen's life, prepare yourself, the hour of reckoning is coming! – at first, the thought of Vesker's tricks crossed Hostor's mind, but remembering the lost bag of heroin, the guy realized who had a hand in this whole incident. – Never mind, junkie, don't think that you and your leader will get off so easily…

-Well, how?! – Lizard began to shake the exhausted Aziral, who had just returned from the operation to eliminate the queen – did you kill that headache?
-Mission accomplished, sir. Thank Morning, because it was he who figured out where to look for Her Majesty, and it was also he who dealt with the ruler.
-Bravo, Morni! – Lizard rejoiced – you're a true genius!
-Don't mention it, if it weren't for the information Albert gave me, I would hardly have thought to look for her in the basement. Most likely, I would have decided that she had left with Hos, and then we would have come here empty-handed.
-I definitely would have… - Azi said shyly.
-Always happy to help – smiled Vesker, who had just entered Lizard's secret hideout. He looked very pleased, and it wasn't because the queen was now dead, but because he could boast about his new brilliant achievement. – I have fulfilled your order. I managed to create the first clone, while hardly using the original! Meet Her Majesty, Queen Neira! – with these words, Albert opened the door and let a charming clone of the queen into the room.
-Amazing! – Lizard beamed – she's like the real thing!
-Well, I wouldn't say that… You see, because Neira herself did not participate in the cloning, the machine produced a slight error…
-What? What error?
-Um… well…-What are you doing in such a terrible place? How can you spend time here? This is awful! – the girl burst into tears.
-What is this now? – Lizard squinted.
-Well, there's your error – smiled Vesker. – You see, it's not so much an error as a side effect from the absence of the original. In short, the machine created the complete opposite of the clone subject. I.e., Neira's particles gave us an anti-Neira.
-What? – Azi and Lizard stared blankly.
-What he means – Morni glanced at them – is that instead of the evil, cunning, insolent, and simply familiar to us all Neira, we got a kind, naive, and honest opposite of the queen.
-This is magnificent! – Azi rejoiced.
-It's not all as good as it seems. Given Neira's intellect and mind, I assume that as an opposite, our clone is not particularly bright…
-You're absolutely right, Morni – Albert agreed – this Neira is very stupid and hopeless… it will be bad if such a foolish girl takes the throne. Moreover, King Arandor is no fool; he'll quickly realize something is wrong with the queen. At best, he'll be happy and use absolute power, amusing himself at night with his underdeveloped spouse. But at worst, he'll start an investigation, and then it's the end for all of us.
-Don't worry, I'll deal with this in no time. I'll get rid of the king, and marrying the stupid ruler will be no trouble at all. And then the power will be mine! – Lizard laughed smugly.
-Yeah, well, good luck. As for me, I can now safely get on with my own affairs and research. I think you understand this means I'm leaving you and cutting all ties. Everyone will do what they need to, and your rule clearly doesn't interest me.
-But, why? Everything was going so well? Why did you make this clone then? – Lizard couldn't understand.
-That's my personal business. I created the clone only because you paid well and I made a promise. But now that my work is done, I can safely focus on my own matters.
-Well, it's your right…