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"Theft of public property" read Neuvillette accusation on his throne, carefully examining the criminal. "You are accused of selling to third parties about a hundred meks intended for service in the gendarme."
Focalors just rolls his eyes, all this tedium is too ... tiring, yes, perhaps so. Another girl who decided to get rich by selling government property how cute. It is a pity that such a scenario was already a couple of years ago.
Her body is numb to sit in one bored pose, so the goddess decided to warm up. She rested against the railing on her platform and with a dull look lazily burns a hole in the back of the accused, who shudders under the yoke of heterochromic eyes.
After the trial, the unprecedented forces of duty forced her to report to the Research Institute to run a report on stolen robots.
Naturally, everyone was happy with her, insanely excited. All the people circled around her, trying to justify such an oversight, such indiscretion. Irritation reached a peak as she... Put on a real show, playing the role of a merciful goddess! People were delighted with her unbridled charisma and kindness, behind which deep pools of fatigue were hidden.
"Leave it" like a bolt from the blue is heard a voice. She took it like an electric shock, as she immediately turned to the voice. The subjects around her turned their heads in unison. Before the crowd stood the chief mechanic, concurrently the head of mechanical engineering.. "I would really appreciate it if you hurry up. You see, all the workers are distracted from their duties," the girl says, smiling haughtily and pretending to be sweet smirk
, looking directly at the goddess. "There's a lot of work going on right now, thanks to a recent incident. We don't have time for performances, don't get me wrong, we're not at Opera Epiclese."
Eyes widened in surprise, and people, previously noisy, fell silent. "Are you kicking me out? How unfortunate!" Hydro Archon arches theatrically forward.
"You are amazing in your mind and deduction, your grace." The opponent's lips twitched slightly. "Would be happy to have your company as much as any of those present, but unfortunately, now is not the best time." she is surprisingly courteous in her choice of words.
"I like the idea." Well, the Focalors love that snub. And this woman seems interesting. "May I ask your name, milady?"
"Sandrone, my name is Sandrone."
"And my name is Focalors, but to you I'm Lady Furina." She is laughing. She will be amused by the irritated expression on her face, which they are trying to hide under the mask of severity. Few allowed themselves to look at the goddess like that, a few showed disdain for her, and only she almost drove out.
"Wonderful." the only thing Sandrone said.
"It can't be otherwise."
***
She tasted the forbidden fruit, then, in the main hall of the institute. She was attracted by such unusual mortals, challenging and questioning her title.
Lady Furina found herself a new hobby.
She began to visit a certain Sandrone, who, as it turned out, was difficult to catch.
In the end, at the very last moment, when Furina was about to leave, she caught the familiar edge of the dress with her peripheral vision. As she immediately chased and overtook her in a couple of seconds.
The chaotic speech of the Archon pleased the mechanic. In truth, she was flattered by the sudden interest. Although as a goddess, she was never trustworthy in Sandrone. And hardly deserve it.
***
As the months passed, the Focalors' visits to the Research Institute increased from once a week to almost daily.
"I will always find time to see someone as memorable as you." each meeting was repeated like a mantra by the Hydro Archon. To which she just sighed.
In her office with the sudden Furina, a porcelain teapot, which she once brought with her, also started up, as well as two absolutely identical cups, one of which broke off the edge later.
She refused tea, preferring bitter coffee from Sumeru. But with each visit from the goddess, she imagined she decided to try Jiaoing black leaf tea. The taste seemed ordinary, because of which Sandrone was a little upset, as after a couple of seconds bitterness settled on her tongue, after which spilled sweetness followed.
Focalors noticed a change in her face and smiled, well, it can't be otherwise.
***
Sandrone went on vacation early. She looked with annoyance at the unfinished papers, in her head she scrolled through the thousands of innovations that she did not have time to describe, while Furina dragged her from the office for a walk like a wolf. Well, her upcoming vacation, she is more likely to spend in the company of a deity.
When did she manage to make friends with a deity?
Soon she was sitting at the table, under a blue umbrella, with Focalors, who was studying the menu.
"For me, Fonta, please." Archon spoke to the waiter.
"And what would the other mistress prefer?" he asks Sandrone, while looking at the other girl.
"Coffee. Espresso."
"Yes, bring her coffee." Only after Furina's words did the waiter put the coffee in the order. Sandrone is pissed off.
The wonderful taste of the drink made close my eyes and inhale deeply the roasted aroma of its dissolved grains. Her back relaxed and she leaned back in the seat completely, by inertia slightly hitting her foot with someone else's.
"I don't understand his taste." the blond girl suddenly declared.
"Bad taste means." Sandrone does not specify what she meant. After a couple of moments, she felt the theatrical gaze again. She opens her eyes to see the emotion Focalors exaggerates, as expected, resentment. “Do you take every attack personally?”, then she decides to play with the Archon and adds with sympathy: “It must be hard to live like this.”
"How arrogant you are."
"And you like it." Sandrone's answer impressed Focalores and made them so uncharacteristically embarrassed, and then turn their heads in embarrassment towards a busy road.
The girl, mug in hand, raised her eyebrows in surprise as she drank a little of the hot espresso.
She did not think that she could provoke such a reaction from her Archon, when her train of thought was immediately interrupted by a sharp voice, without a hint of embarrassment.
"Quick finish your stupid coffee, I wanted to show you something." Focalors smiles radiantly, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her to the cash register to pay.