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-- Coriel Naо? -- the guard addressed the pleasant-looking male elf with white hair. The elf frowned – something about the reception clearly didn't please him.
-- Ah... Excuse me, Vert Naо?
*A nod from the elf*
-- I thought you might be... Never mind, come in.
First, Mr. Naо and his belongings were searched. Then, after passing through the narrow corridors of the dungeon, the guard led the elf to a small room with a reinforced door. The door opened, letting Vert in – and closed behind him with a click. Inside, the elf was already met by his daughter, tired and distressed by bad thoughts and unfamiliar conditions.
Vert sat down on a chair opposite Coriel, and a silent dialogue began between them: father and daughter always understood each other perfectly, simply by looking into each other's eyes. Sometimes, facial expressions and rare gestures supplemented what was said.
"Coriel, how did this happen to you? It's true, something is wrong with our judicial system..."
"No, unfortunately... It's about the case."
"You're kidding?"
"Quite serious. Perhaps... No, never mind, it's not important!"
"It seems that there is some nuance after all. Well... I'm not surprised. Medivil has never been known as an honest place..."
"Please, forget about it. Whatever the reasons, I was indeed involved in the attack on the guard, and that is a shameful act. My punishment is not only deserved, it is lenient. Some of my friends are in stricter isolation, and for a much longer period."
*Vert takes Coriel's hand, and then, as if deciding that wasn't enough, he hugs his daughter*
"It's okay, don't be afraid. I brought you a package, as you can see," – a nod towards the bag, which was clearly quite heavy, it was surprising that the slender elf even managed to carry it – he must have had some hidden reserves in his body. – "Books."
"Thank you," – tears appeared in the girl's eyes. – "There is no one more precious to me than you..."
They talked for some time about various unrelated topics until the visiting time was over. Finally, Vert left, and Coriel was left alone.
Two years will pass quickly while reading books, but the problem is – what will happen to Aeolia during this time? That kingdom of order and harmony, the kingdom where there is an equal place for all people, regardless of their religion or appearance, was slipping away, and nothing could be changed. Naо was sure that Dante's will was for the elf to serve her queen, but it seemed that she had not lived up to the expectations of her heavenly Father, since her war ended so ingloriously ahead of schedule. However, there was a feeling that... This whole story is not as simple as it seems. Why was that patrol at the critical moment right at the door of Lyfa's house? Why did they burst in so abruptly and without hesitation, even though the noise from their side was not particularly suspicious in a large city – was a couple of chairs knocked over by rushing soldiers and Ashur's workbench overturned in a hurry really so suspicious? Why, as soon as they hurried to the exit, were they surrounded by an entire legion – although it is known that this patrol generally does not perform its duties in a particularly hurry (he was ready to lead Coriel to another part of the city before that, just like that, without any particular reason – they clearly do not report to the captain of the guard by the minute in such a case).
Individual moments could still be explained by bad luck, but overall... And this mercenary, of course. He is the main evidence that the squad could have been under surveillance all along.
Naо shook her head. Whether there is some evil intent behind this or not, objectively, she needs to be true to her principles. And in general, she didn't want to think about it. Thank you, Dad, for now she doesn't have to think about it, because there is enough literature now.
Let reality go to hell. In these two years, Coriel Naо will read so many books, and write even more, that they could enlighten the whole world. Perhaps Aeolia will not become free because of this, but that is not important – the walls of the dungeon will not contain the power of a clear mind, and will not extinguish it. On the contrary, all these experiences will serve as fuel for the whole of Lafrenia to change its ways. Let the mountains fall, and let the seas overflow their banks, but the words that will be written in the mind of the young elf will outlive everything and prove to be stronger.
-- Coriel Naо? -- the guard addressed the pleasant-looking male elf with white hair. The elf frowned – something about the reception clearly didn't please him.
-- Ah... Excuse me, Vert Naо?
*A nod from the elf*
-- I thought you might be... Never mind, come in.
First, Mr. Naо and his belongings were searched. Then, after passing through the narrow corridors of the dungeon, the guard led the elf to a small room with a reinforced door. The door opened, letting Vert in – and closed behind him with a click. Inside, the elf was already met by his daughter, tired and distressed by bad thoughts and unfamiliar conditions.
Vert sat down on a chair opposite Coriel, and a silent dialogue began between them: father and daughter always understood each other perfectly, simply by looking into each other's eyes. Sometimes, facial expressions and rare gestures supplemented what was said.
"Coriel, how did this happen to you? It's true, something is wrong with our judicial system..."
"No, unfortunately... It's about the case."
"You're kidding?"
"Quite serious. Perhaps... No, never mind, it's not important!"
"It seems that there is some nuance after all. Well... I'm not surprised. Medivil has never been known as an honest place..."
"Please, forget about it. Whatever the reasons, I was indeed involved in the attack on the guard, and that is a shameful act. My punishment is not only deserved, it is lenient. Some of my friends are in stricter isolation, and for a much longer period."
*Vert takes Coriel's hand, and then, as if deciding that wasn't enough, he hugs his daughter*
"It's okay, don't be afraid. I brought you a package, as you can see," – a nod towards the bag, which was clearly quite heavy, it was surprising that the slender elf even managed to carry it – he must have had some hidden reserves in his body. – "Books."
"Thank you," – tears appeared in the girl's eyes. – "There is no one more precious to me than you..."
They talked for some time about various unrelated topics until the visiting time was over. Finally, Vert left, and Coriel was left alone.
Two years will pass quickly while reading books, but the problem is – what will happen to Aeolia during this time? That kingdom of order and harmony, the kingdom where there is an equal place for all people, regardless of their religion or appearance, was slipping away, and nothing could be changed. Naо was sure that Dante's will was for the elf to serve her queen, but it seemed that she had not lived up to the expectations of her heavenly Father, since her war ended so ingloriously ahead of schedule. However, there was a feeling that... This whole story is not as simple as it seems. Why was that patrol at the critical moment right at the door of Lyfa's house? Why did they burst in so abruptly and without hesitation, even though the noise from their side was not particularly suspicious in a large city – was a couple of chairs knocked over by rushing soldiers and Ashur's workbench overturned in a hurry really so suspicious? Why, as soon as they hurried to the exit, were they surrounded by an entire legion – although it is known that this patrol generally does not perform its duties in a particularly hurry (he was ready to lead Coriel to another part of the city before that, just like that, without any particular reason – they clearly do not report to the captain of the guard by the minute in such a case).
Individual moments could still be explained by bad luck, but overall... And this mercenary, of course. He is the main evidence that the squad could have been under surveillance all along.
Naо shook her head. Whether there is some evil intent behind this or not, objectively, she needs to be true to her principles. And in general, she didn't want to think about it. Thank you, Dad, for now she doesn't have to think about it, because there is enough literature now.
Let reality go to hell. In these two years, Coriel Naо will read so many books, and write even more, that they could enlighten the whole world. Perhaps Aeolia will not become free because of this, but that is not important – the walls of the dungeon will not contain the power of a clear mind, and will not extinguish it. On the contrary, all these experiences will serve as fuel for the whole of Lafrenia to change its ways. Let the mountains fall, and let the seas overflow their banks, but the words that will be written in the mind of the young elf will outlive everything and prove to be stronger.
