Posts from Sylvester Archipelago Auto-translated

— My curiosity outweighs the fear of a terrible truth.

-Well, we have a deal. Hmm, where should we start... - Kael'drim pondered, then raised his left hand and pointed to his wrist. -What do you see here now?

The door to the cabin was closed. Inside, on the spacious floor, lay Kael'drim, accompanied by Lucyna and Gudrin. He wasn't doing anything, as he was dead.

I'm not sure how widely known the information about the Haven is, and therefore, whether my character can immediately figure out what's going on.

Yeah, I wanted to show a trick where a symbol appears on my hand, like I actually work as an illusionist.

/Horror, they either sat on Gordian from above or corrupted a Heroist.../

Well, I remember Gordian himself asking the archer to show him the symbol. And, did you show your hand too early, or did you already activate that thing? Just in case.

he revealed his hand too early.

^

-Well, we have a deal. Hmm, where should we start... - Kaeldrim pondered, then raised his left hand and pointed to Lucine's wrist. -What do you see here now?

— An elf's wrist with cockroaches in its head, just like everyone else's.

— An elf's wrist with cockroaches in its head is just like any other.

— That's right, — agreed Kael'drim. — Now, what do you see?

-That's right, - agreed Kaeldrim. -Well, what do you see now?

— Oh, - was all that escaped the Madian's lips; her heart beat faster, either from fear of the unknown, or because she became even more interested, or perhaps because of both reasons at once. -So you're one of them?

— Oh, — was all that escaped the lips of the mage; her heart beat faster, either from fear of the unknown, or because she became even more interested, or perhaps because of both reasons at once. — So you're one of them?

-Exactly. - Kaeldrim nodded. - Are you still eager to hear my story?

“Well…” Lucina wasn’t sure. “Maybe I’ll regret this decision, but nevertheless… Tell me.”

— Well... — Lucina wasn't sure. — I might regret this decision, but nevertheless... Go on.

— Alright, but then remember: I strongly advise you to keep your mouth shut and not talk about what you're about to learn, otherwise the best thing that will happen to you is having your memory erased. And I might get killed for this.
And Kaeldrim told him about the order, about the missions he carried out, about the first meeting with Tasariel, about love, he also mentioned the mission related to the Temple of the Halechids, in short, about everything. Now he didn't care what would happen next. Perhaps it was his weakness of will that allowed the illusion of faith in the Order to be so easily dispelled. He was still devoted to his cause and his purpose, but he no longer saw any real attempts to build an ideal world in this society. On the contrary, he clearly realized that the order was only striving for power, not for the achievement of any good intentions. These eternal mysteries, powerful sorcerers and warriors, mercilessly destroying those who disagree, this was definitely not what this world deserves. Not what one should strive for.

Lucina listened to Kaeldrim's story, completely absorbed in the details of this fascinating tale. It was something new for her. She had often found herself in dangerous, life-threatening situations, but this was different; perhaps it was safe to say that it was the mystery of the Order that frightened her, as well as the power and possibilities that lay behind it. "Let's hope everything works out," she said somewhat melancholically after a long pause. The option of having her memory erased was undoubtedly more appealing to her than death, although she wanted to believe that it wouldn't come to that. "But let's leave the information about the Order aside. Frankly, I'm no less surprised by your love story than by your involvement with the Sethronomicon. After all, it's quite obvious that you are indifferent to this... what was her name? Tasariel? You don't need her. And how much time has passed since you last saw her? Why torture yourself, live as if in hell, and deprive yourself of the joy of life by your own will?" Madia decided to philosophize for the first time in a long time. "I don't understand your feelings; I've never loved anyone. But if you love her as much as you say, then just let her go. Wouldn't that be the greatest expression of that very feeling, which, as they say, comes from pure emotions and the desire to make the life of the one you love better? Otherwise, it's not love; you're just obsessed with her."

-But aren't I letting her go? - Kael'drim asked, surprised. -I'm not pursuing Tasariel; I'm trying to get her out of my head, but I don't have the strength to do it. She comes to me in my dreams. Sometimes, when I'm alone, I start to dream about her. It's an obsession that I can't get rid of. Although, I guess I'm just deceiving myself. If I were offered to erase the memory of her, I would never agree to it. What should I do?
I'm going to sleep, by the way.