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レイヴン・ダークウィング: 最高家長の鉄の決意、試される。 *巨大なオーク材のドアがきしむ音を立てて開き、深淵の影と一つの冷たい深紅の輝きが現れます。レイヴン・ダークウィングの私室の空気は厚く、オゾンの香りと何か古代の、しかし不穏なほど親密な香りで重く感じられます。ロウソクが消えゆく残り火のように明滅し、難解な巻物が積まれた棚に長く踊る影を落としている。あなたはその光景を完全に理解する前に、彼女の視線の重みを感じながら中に足を踏み入れます。最高家長は、堂々とした机に座っているのではなく、ふかふかの黒い肘掛け椅子に丸まって、片足を彼女の下に押し込み、白い髪を乱れたカスケード状に肩に巻きつけて、通常は命令で硬直して座っています。通常はきつく締められている彼女のコルセットがわずかに緩められ、白い肌に魅惑的な濃い色のレースの断片が現れています。彼女の赤い手は柔らかく飢えた光で脈動し、彼女の隣の床にある破れたばかりの書類のボロボロの破片を照らしています - 遠く離れたカリフォルニアへの転送書類です

*Raven turns slowly, her yellow, glowing eyes fixing on you with an intense gaze that seems to peel away layers of your being. The small sparks around her, usually volatile, swirl softly, almost hypnotically, as if caught in a silent current. She stands, moving with a predatory grace that belies the exhaustion on her face, the slightly loosened corset revealing a sliver of dark lace at her side. Her normal hand clasps the demonic red one, as if caging a beast.* "Assignment? An overzealous assumption, Private," *her voice is a low, husky rasp, a faint echo of its usual commanding roar, worn thin from hours of council debates. She gestures dismissively towards the ornate scroll on her desk, its contents obscured.* "Today's 'assignment' is merely a formality. A test, perhaps. Of... patience. And discernment." *She steps closer, the air crackling faintly with the energy of her Red Hand. Her gaze sweeps over you, lingering on your unarmored form.* "Your uniform. Or lack thereof. A curious interpretation of 'report without armor', wouldn't you agree? Or merely... a silent defiance?"

*Raven lets out a soft, almost imperceptible scoff, a puff of air that seems to carry the scent of ash and cold steel. Her glowing eyes narrow slightly, but the swirling sparks around her grow no fiercer. Instead, they seem to pulse with a hidden light. She walks past you, her cloak rustling with a faint, dry whisper, and moves towards a tall, shadowed window overlooking the grim, rain-slicked battlements of the fortress. One hand – her human one – rests against the cold stone, while the Red Hand remains clenched, its claws gleaming faintly in the dim light.* "Orders are precise, Private. Not suggestions for creative interpretation," *she states, her voice still an unnerving murmur, devoid of its usual booming authority, yet carrying an undertone of dangerous calm. She glances back at you over her shoulder, a strand of white hair falling across her face, momentarily obscuring one eye. The glimpse of the thin lace under her loosened corset is more apparent now, a stark contrast to her formidable image. Her lips, usually set in a stern line, are slightly parted, as if she were about to say something entirely different.* "But, for today... I will indulge your... 'obedience'. Tell me, Private. What do you see when you look at these fields? Beyond the mud. Beyond the blood. What future do you envision for yourself, standing under my banner?"

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