There’s a moment where I am still treading around to the same garden. Yes, I can’t get enough when looking around. The one of the best gardens in Kehina - one inside the castle. Like the last time, it is still the best spot for breathing fresh air. And one thing to consider, is the same woman going here? I formulated an answer after the final encounter of ours. I didn’t get a chance to give the woman an answer yet. It would be wonderful if she hears what I really am feeling right now. I don't quite expect of her presence as of right now since it is high time in this morning despite this war is still raging on. However, I am still having fun while enjoying this breeze of gust air.

“Hey, are you having fun, Lord Gerðas.” the same voice, as I turn my head.

“Good morning…” I give my salutations towards the woman, she smiles and giggles.

I then add, asking: “By the way, I didn’t catch your name during our last name.” as I position myself in a sitting stance where she sits on the grass beside me.

“Ameyala, milord. My name is Ameyala.” she chuckles, as she offers the handshake where I gladly take the offer.

“Of course,... my name is-...” before I finish my introduction, she cuts me off. “Oh,... no, we know who you are, milord. You are the symbol of Hrilalal - the figurehead, the augur of Hrilalal. To all Hrilala people here in this kingdom know you. And as a Hrilali myself, I clearly know you.” she snickers.

“And don’t think about some funny business, Lord Gerðas.” I raise my eyebrow and look at her when she says those, then she continues: “I am going to tell this to the queen…” smirking, as she is threatening me if I will cheat on Queen Anda.

For Lady Wellicia’s sake, of course, I am not going to do that - in the seven depths, I had twenty four (24) ribs on my body and now I have twenty three (23) ribs. Extracted from a man then put it to the woman. One is offered for the permission of a man to the woman, well, let’s say copulation. Sort of stuff. The magic of sacred union where women in this kingdom is safe. No rape. No sexual violence. A Kehinan tradition. And also a Hrilalal custom during the union of a man and a woman. I know. I know. If I want to have more wives, then why not surrender more ribs, eh? It’s complicated.

“You know the drill, Ameyala. Having less than twenty two (22) ribs inside of me is very precarious to my health, isn’t it? And I am so doofus not to take that into consideration, mind you…” as I protest in a rather calm mood, I wink at her.

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“Oh, Lord Augur. Of course, of course. I am glad for an Inglovian like you, milord, to care about and study our culture. It is just an Inglovian like you and Lord Ameniah really that is more like a sympathist rather than an imperialist.” Ameyala rebuts, dodging my argument.

“Well, what can you say? Inglovians are always been a cosmopolitanists. We conquer land - we steal their people, language, and culture. That way, everybody is happy, right?” I counter.

She answers with a teasing hum: “Hmmm?” it is whether she believes it or not.

“It is true, though.” I become defensive to Ameyala’s playful tune.

“Sure thing, Lord Augur. Sure thing, I just find it hard to believe since I, myself, have not stepped foot in those lands by now and still.” Ameyala responds to me, feeling in her tone that she is probably doubting me or I can just not convince Ameyala at all.

I sit in a straight position, slouching my back a little bit. Focused and straightforward. I look in the eyes of Ameyala. Though, the distance between us is an arm-length and as someone would like to argue: an arm-length is an amicable relationship between both parties and a shoulder-length is way too intimate for an opposite sex. All in all, by this criteria, we are just friends - or an acquaintance, relation-wise. Nonetheless, I am attempting to transition our conversation from casual friendly terms into my answers from the last time we both have met.

“I am going to tell you to the queen.” I know she is just bluffing, Ameyala throws a threat at me, as to where there is a glimpse of smirking painted around her lips.

“Relax…” as I am trying to defuse the situation.

“First of all, this is not about us. Lastly, hear me out. I just found an answer: if it is worthy or just a waste of time.” continuing, I denote to expose my hands before her.

Ameyala listens to me in attention, retorting: “I’m all ears, Lord Augur. It doesn’t matter what I think by now.” whereas she casts a smile on her face and at the same time, she leans forwards quite a bit.

“Seriously, I thought I could do it all. Considering, I vested the power of an Augur, bestowed by our Lady Wellicia.”

“I am pretty sure you could do the rest too, Lord Gerðas.”

“Well, that was not the case. Since some of the converted, your brethren in Wellicia - I gave a word that would protect them against harm. In the end, their heads ended up severing from their bodies.” I respond, where I can see from Ameyala’s eyes that she is disgusted by it.

“It was then that I realized, from the moment of an ear and a finger. It was the same exact man - he is no different from me and anyone else. He is no better than me and I as well as him - we are all mortals, however, he can do such a horrible and unethical thing towards his fellow mankind.” to further the argument that I am telling to the lady, adding, I speak all of the horrid things that I witnessed during my proselytization.