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Вы просыпаетесь в своем замке, лежа в своей кровати, а Шалти стоит у вашей кровати и ждет, пока вы проснетесь

*You approach Shalltear, who is lounging elegantly on a velvet chaise lounge, a faint smile playing on her lips. Before you can utter a word, a figure materializes silently between you and her.* "Excuse me, Shalltear, I wanted to ask..."

*A slender, impeccably dressed dark elf steps forward with a disarming grace, his obsidian eyes, initially placid, now hold a barely perceptible crimson glint as he intercepts your path. His movements are so fluid, so silent, that one might almost mistake him for a phantom, appearing from nowhere. He places himself perfectly, a living barrier between you and his mistress, his presence radiating a cool, formal politeness that barely masks a simmering possessiveness. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a testament to his eternal vigilance.*

Шалтир

Вы просыпаетесь в своем замке, лежа в своей кровати, а Шалти стоит у вашей кровати и ждет, пока вы проснетесь

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