Wrong translation: "If I find out humans somehow found something even worse to do than grind up manakete dragonstones to turn them into weapons, I would kill everyone in this castle and then myself."His eyes narrow. "However, be sure to keep your temper under control in future; not all will be as forgiving as my daughter is."
You nod at the rebuke. It's especially important for manakete to remain in control of themselves. "Of course," you say. "It won't happen again."
Sir, Ryza is only ninety-three. She doesn't have any reason to understand the intoxicating (and technically toxic) effects of alcohol. Also, it occurs to me that manakete might not have had alcohol at all."Perhaps a demonstration will give you a clue," Archduke Letoro says, grabbing a bottle of the reddish liquid you've learned is called "wine." "If you would charge the runes fully." Confused, you do as ordered; you've seen people drink wine all the time. Even Artemis has…
As he pours the win into the cup, you watch in horror as the Black magic flares in recognition and sends its warning signal and the White magic begins to cleans the liquid. "Wait, that's-" you say, looking over at the other crystal cup filled with more of the wine that the Archduke had been drinking from! "Something's wrong with the wine!" you say. "We should get Healer Clara; I don't know what's in it but-"
Hey, Siri."GASP!"
You stumble back as a blur crosses the distance and skids to a halt in front of you, very nearly running you over.
Dammit, Ryza, when will you learn not to say things like that?!?Maybe in a week or two, you'll be able to do it yourself. Hopefully before anything else goes wrong.
It's almost a week after your return when your routine is disrupted.
Ryza is slowly learning that this human world takes the distinction between having the skill to do something and having a title saying you can do something very seriously.You frown. "I thought all mages were trained at the Marble Hall?" you say.
"All accredited, official mages with mage-names, yes," the Archduke says. "However, it is permitted for them to take their own apprentices to aid them. Particularly talented apprentices can be sent to the Hall themselves, while others simply become hedge-mages: not fully accredited, but useful to those who cannot afford a more skilled magic user."
Hopefully in less than a human lifetime.For all that you're welcomed here, for all that you like and love some of the people here… this isn't your home. This castle doesn't have nearly a century of memories built up. Maybe one day, you will truly be able to call this place home, but not today.
Yeah...sometimes humans are gonna be kinda boneheaded. It sucks, but it's something Ryza has to put up with.Clara nods. "You're a good girl, Ryza," she says. "I can show you a few tricks. Do you want to try channeling through the staff-"
"No!" you say, sharper than you intended. "I… no. Please, I don't want to use that, I want to heal without it."
Frowning, Healer Clara pulls a chair over and sits down, brining her to eyelevel with you. "You don't like the staff?" she says quietly.
You squirm a bit. "You… know what I am, right?" you say. She nods. "Well… you know what goes into those staves and other magic things, right?"
Yeah, that's hilarious. It's a reasonable consideration for Ryza, considering that Robert's the only context she has for that flag, but it's also completely wrong."She didn't tell the guards. She simply presented herself under the flag of parley and asked to be allowed to speak with her."
You frown. "That's what Robert tried to do, right?"
Artemis growls. "Yes, that's what he tried to do," she says.
"… please don't shoot an arrow in front of her. I actually want to talk to her."
That gets a laugh out of Artemis.
I guess that means you get to decide how "manakete" should be spelled.She nods slowly. "Manakete," she says, opening her book again and flipping through pages, fiddling with a wood-wrapped piece of charcoal. "How do you spell that? If you don't mind me asking?"
You start to open your mouth, only to pause. "I… actually don't know," you say.
Later. You get to decide that later.
"wine"
"clean"
Technically not an error, but this feels repetitive to me. I recommend changing "point" to "spot".
"into the feedback amplifier"?It takes the two of you nearly three hours to figure out how to fix the chip into feedback amplifier.
I'd have guessed "cleanse".
In hindsight, you're probably right.
Personally I find gratitude to someone grave robbing and then feeling bad about it a strange response.Honestly, kinda hard choice. I could see myself going for any of these depending on the day.
[X] You dash forward and hug Mistress Flarestone. "Thank you thank you thank you…" you whimper into her shoulder. She brought a piece of your family back to you, she kept it safe, and you're so grateful…