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herself a little loudly.
Coarsely, Miro grabbed her by the shoulders and began to shake her roughly. “Why did you do that? What have I done to you?”
Nea had tried to sell the leather jacket out of pure jealousy. The blonde had given it to Miro and Nea hated to see him in it every day. But she would not tell him.
“It did not fit you. You are too cool for it,” she claimed defiantly and crossed her arms across her chest defensively.
Miro let out a frustrated cry and thundered his fist against the wall again. When he withdrew it, Nea saw blood dripping from his knuckles.
“Stop that. You will only hurt yourself,” she implored him. Miro looked hesitantly down at her and narrowed his eyes to slits. “No, hurting myself hurts you more than it hurts me.”
One last time, Miro crashed his fist into the rough wall before he angrily stormed away.
“Idiot!” Nea shouted after him. She knew that it would be days, or even longer, before she saw him again. But he would come back, she was sure of it.
Upon reading the caption under the drawing on the wall, Nea recognizes that it is supposed to be an image of Ereb. Under the picture is written, “ Ereb is chaos. Chaos is Ereb.”
At that moment, her faithful companion begins to growl. Startled, she turns around and is almost blinded by the bright yellow robe of the man that stands before her. Nea knows that yellow is the color of an Ereb priest. It is the highest rank that can be reached in the Carris. The man has short hair, light blonde, almost white. His pale skin is nearly translucent, his eyes appear watery. He clearly looks weird. Though he gives Nea a beaming smile, the man still appears to be a chilly sight. Still, she smiles back at the priest and bows humbly before him.
Nea expects that he will tell her to rise, but he remains silent, so Nea remains bowed before him and feels his penetrating gaze upon her back.
Finally, he stretches his hand down to Nea's mouth. Nea could see a ring on the hand. The ring was adorned with a seal, an image of Ereb. In reality, Nea could care less about Ereb and would prefer to tell this priest of her opinion, but she has no choice, so she breathes a kiss on the ring.
“You may rise,” the man says imperiously. Nea already knew that the Carris must be crazy, but she did not think they were also megalomaniacs. She stands up straight and looks the stranger in the eyes without fear. The dog has now hidden behind her. He seems to be afraid of this strange man.
“I'm Urelitas. I have already been informed of your story, but I would like to hear it again from you.”
As he speaks, he keeps his nose high, as if it could touch the sky.
Nea tells him the same thing she had already told the four animal guardians and hopes that the Carris really do send out patrols and sniffer dogs. If not, this priest will know for sure and she will be exposed as a liar.
As Nea ends her story, the man looks at her thoughtfully.
“From what city are you coming?” He asks. Nea is glad that she has already thought of an answer to this question.
“From our beloved city, Fortania. It was always an honor to be able to live so close to Ereb.”
Fortania is the largest city in Dementia and is also the alleged seat of Ereb, if he actually does exist. In addition, Fortania is the southernmost seat of the Carris and thus is closest to her actual target: Promise.
Nea, of course, has never been to Fortania, but it is the only city in the whole of Dementia whose name she knows.
“How true, and I long each day to be allowed to visit Fortania and Ereb. You should return there tomorrow, I'll also send two messengers. Ereb himself will decide where you will be used next.”
Nea tries to hide her joy, Urelitas seems to believe her.
“Thank you very much! You make me the happiest person in the world!” Her words are full of irony, but the priest does not notice anything. He turns up his nose and just walks away.
Nea kneels to her companion and happily
Coarsely, Miro grabbed her by the shoulders and began to shake her roughly. “Why did you do that? What have I done to you?”
Nea had tried to sell the leather jacket out of pure jealousy. The blonde had given it to Miro and Nea hated to see him in it every day. But she would not tell him.
“It did not fit you. You are too cool for it,” she claimed defiantly and crossed her arms across her chest defensively.
Miro let out a frustrated cry and thundered his fist against the wall again. When he withdrew it, Nea saw blood dripping from his knuckles.
“Stop that. You will only hurt yourself,” she implored him. Miro looked hesitantly down at her and narrowed his eyes to slits. “No, hurting myself hurts you more than it hurts me.”
One last time, Miro crashed his fist into the rough wall before he angrily stormed away.
“Idiot!” Nea shouted after him. She knew that it would be days, or even longer, before she saw him again. But he would come back, she was sure of it.
Upon reading the caption under the drawing on the wall, Nea recognizes that it is supposed to be an image of Ereb. Under the picture is written, “ Ereb is chaos. Chaos is Ereb.”
At that moment, her faithful companion begins to growl. Startled, she turns around and is almost blinded by the bright yellow robe of the man that stands before her. Nea knows that yellow is the color of an Ereb priest. It is the highest rank that can be reached in the Carris. The man has short hair, light blonde, almost white. His pale skin is nearly translucent, his eyes appear watery. He clearly looks weird. Though he gives Nea a beaming smile, the man still appears to be a chilly sight. Still, she smiles back at the priest and bows humbly before him.
Nea expects that he will tell her to rise, but he remains silent, so Nea remains bowed before him and feels his penetrating gaze upon her back.
Finally, he stretches his hand down to Nea's mouth. Nea could see a ring on the hand. The ring was adorned with a seal, an image of Ereb. In reality, Nea could care less about Ereb and would prefer to tell this priest of her opinion, but she has no choice, so she breathes a kiss on the ring.
“You may rise,” the man says imperiously. Nea already knew that the Carris must be crazy, but she did not think they were also megalomaniacs. She stands up straight and looks the stranger in the eyes without fear. The dog has now hidden behind her. He seems to be afraid of this strange man.
“I'm Urelitas. I have already been informed of your story, but I would like to hear it again from you.”
As he speaks, he keeps his nose high, as if it could touch the sky.
Nea tells him the same thing she had already told the four animal guardians and hopes that the Carris really do send out patrols and sniffer dogs. If not, this priest will know for sure and she will be exposed as a liar.
As Nea ends her story, the man looks at her thoughtfully.
“From what city are you coming?” He asks. Nea is glad that she has already thought of an answer to this question.
“From our beloved city, Fortania. It was always an honor to be able to live so close to Ereb.”
Fortania is the largest city in Dementia and is also the alleged seat of Ereb, if he actually does exist. In addition, Fortania is the southernmost seat of the Carris and thus is closest to her actual target: Promise.
Nea, of course, has never been to Fortania, but it is the only city in the whole of Dementia whose name she knows.
“How true, and I long each day to be allowed to visit Fortania and Ereb. You should return there tomorrow, I'll also send two messengers. Ereb himself will decide where you will be used next.”
Nea tries to hide her joy, Urelitas seems to believe her.
“Thank you very much! You make me the happiest person in the world!” Her words are full of irony, but the priest does not notice anything. He turns up his nose and just walks away.
Nea kneels to her companion and happily
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