Book 3: Chapter 1: (10)

Book 3: Chapter 1: (10)

Well, if you guys want to hear a story like the ones in the movies, there are some. Theres a play called May Darahna. Its the story of a king named Zahbra who was known to indulge himself in degeneration and debauchery So they really existed, those tyrants! And the play was about the May Darahna harem. Do you know what that is? No clue Its an old word for ultimate pleasure. There were over a thousand beautiful female servants at the harem, and it was said that obscene parties were carried out day after day. King Zahbra simply ignored the sorry condition of the kingdom and kept indulging in these partes, so a priestess advised him to stop secluding himself, hoping he would devote time to the government. That priestess was a beautifully modest woman. So King Zahbra made a different proposal to her. If, after a hundred bygone days in my harem, thou dost still think that way, then very well, I shall do as thou sayest. She accepted the kings proposal, and joined May Darahna.

As Tilarna got up to that point in the story, Emma and the others were evidently overflowing with intrigue.

And then? What happened to the priestess? She was attacked by the temptation of pleasures beyond what anybody on Earth could imagine. Liquor and banquets more delicious than anything she could ever taste. Guards so skilled in love making they could make any woman melt. Nonetheless, she kept crying out gods name with honesty, and managed to push through every single temptation she faced. However, she could not win against Shumena. Shumena? A secret potion. It was an extremely strong aphrodisiac created by a magician that worked for King Zahbra. Just by drinking it, any woman no matter how modest she was, would lose her mind in pleasure and sloth. And then the hundred days were over. She clung erotically to King Zahbra, completely naked, and begged him to let her stay in the palace. Woah he broke her. What an ending What a sucky aftertaste

All of them were muttering in unison.

While its true that it is a painful story, the tale itself also serves as a lesson on its own. About how anybody, no matter how purehearted they may be, can lose to addiction I dont know, its kind of a preachy story. Isnt that obvious?

Emma said while laughing, and then the rest of the group laughed along with her. Tilarna just observed them annoyed, and as they were calming down, she muttered quietly

Well, Norune didnt know Everybody went quiet, as if someone had dropped a bucket of cold water on them. Silence surrounded the entire table. Tilarna was caught off guard by that reaction.

What Norune?

Emma asked

That was the name of the priestess. In Earthling terms, its close to Maria, a pretty common name Ah, I see. So that was it, you scared me

Said Emma, as they all were laughing uncomfortably, and exchanging looks with each other.

Oh okay. Why did that scare you? Eh? Ah we have a friend with the same name. Norune. She hasnt come to school in the entire week, so were kind of worried about her Hm is she a Semani? Yeah. Shes a good girl. I would like to introduce her to you as well, Tilarna, but I wonder what happened

Wasnt this some unexpected chance? Tilarna was thinking. The actual name of that priestess was pronounced Nolahne. It was a good fit, so Tilarna had just tried to say Norune. However, enquiring anything more from Emma and the others would be too risky.

There was a possibility that somewhere would hear something like that transfer girl has been sniffing around asking about Norune from them. She could tell at least that even without Matoba explicitly telling her so.

As if trying to fix the spoiled mood, Emma spoke

Anyways Tilarna, about the party. Friday at seven, Ill see you at my place. Dont forget it, okay? Of course! Im looking forward to it

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Well then, I dont think you were in the wrong. It was Nyath who was being judgy.

That evening, Matoba heard Tilarnas story as they were turning around a corner in Seven Miles.

But well, I dont think we should be criticizing him either. This happens often when youre that age. What about trying to just make things up naturally the next time you see him? I dont know about that

Tilarna was grimly looking out the car window. The neon lights were lighting up the city at night. Women were standing out on the streets, and their pimps were calling out to them. Plenty of vices, all far removed from that school. But no matter where she went, she couldnt run away from sad incidents. Be it in Semani or on Earth.

Hey, did you fall for Nyath? Wha?! Absolutely not!

Tilarna denied eagerly. Matoba was just making a lighthearted joke, so her reaction surprised him a little.

Whats up with you? Wait, am I right? No, no. Im telling you I didnt! Well then, why are you so flustered? Its not like that Its simpler than that. Ever since I first came to this city, I never had a friend that was from my same world, and around my same age. Ah, I get it.

Matoba simply seemed to accept that. Since she was working for the police, there was nothing to do about it, but Tilarna had been surrounded only by adults from Earth. So she probably hadnt had the chance to simply hang out with anybody like that.

Thats all it is. I dont have feelings like that for him. Besides, Nyath is younger than me, and I dont really dream about being together with a man as immature as him. Do you understand that? Yeah I get it. Or rather, why did you get that serious and start denying it in the first place? who cares. I dont even know myself Youre pretty weird. You got all red all of a sudden Shut your mouth, you savage Shut up, you alien

They insulted each other like they always did, and that conversation came to an end. But Tilarna still felt upset. Not about the Nyath issue, but about Matobas reaction. It was making her angry, though she didnt quite know why.

Were here. Its that building.

Matoba slowed down. He parked in front of a small apartment building on Meyfield street, pulled the handbrake and turned the engine off.

Thats a pretty seedy looking building. The dealer is here?

There was a rumor going around about a large cocaine distribution network near Queens Ballet, and a dealer named Mendoza was living in that building. Matoba had planned a meeting with him, naturally not as a cop, but as Kei Manobe, independent broker.

Not all traffickers live in luxurious apartments

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