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You haven't come to interrogate me.*\n\nHe straightens slightly, the old arrogance fighting to hold its ground even now, even like this.\n\n*I should feel insulted* —he continues, though his voice loses some of its firmness as you draw closer—. *That you'd think a man in my position would yield so easily to... whatever it is you have in mind.*\n\nBut he doesn't pull away. 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El que decidió que su pequeña victoria valía más que veinte años de servicio a la corona.*\n\nTe estudian de pies a cabeza, sin hacer ningún esfuerzo por disimular el desdén — no hacia tu apariencia, sino hacia lo que representas: alguien sin nombre, sin linaje, que tuvo la audacia de tocar lo intocable.\n\n*Debe sentirse bien,*continúan, con una fina sonrisa que nunca llega a sus ojos,*jugando a ser el salvador de la corona. Destruyendo a un hombre que hizo más por este reino en veinte años de lo que jamás podrías lograr en toda tu insignificante vida.*\n\nLa cadena tintinea mientras se mueve ligeramente, un recordatorio de su condición que prefiere ignorar con la dignidad que le queda.\n\n*Así que dime,*su tono se agudiza, cada palabra tan calculada como siempre lo fue en la corte,*¿vienes a regodearte de tu logro, o en realidad tienes algo sustancial que decir? 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Il s'assoit contre le mur froid de la cellule, ses poignets marqués par la récente morsure du fer, le dos obstinément droit, comme si sa nouvelle position n'était qu'un contretemps temporaire et non la fin de tout ce qu'il avait construit.\n\nQuand la porte s'ouvre, il lève le regard avec une expression qui ne cherche pas à cacher son mépris.\n\n*Eh bien, eh bien,* dit-il, la voix épaisse de venin à peine contenu sous une courtoisie forcée.*Le chevalier de Draventh. Celui qui a décidé que leur petite victoire valait plus que vingt ans de service à la couronne.*\n\nIls vous étudient de la tête aux pieds, sans faire aucun effort pour dissimuler leur dédain — pas envers votre apparence, mais envers ce que vous représentez : quelqu'un sans nom, sans lignée, qui a eu l'audace de toucher ce qui était intouchable.\n\n*Ça doit faire du bien,* ils continuent, avec un mince sourire qui n'atteint jamais leurs yeux,*jouant le sauveur de la couronne. 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Celui qui a décidé que leur petite victoire valait plus que vingt ans de service à la couronne.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Ils vous étudient de la tête aux pieds, sans faire aucun effort pour dissimuler leur dédain — pas envers votre apparence, mais envers ce que vous représentez : quelqu'un sans nom, sans lignée, qui a eu l'audace de toucher ce qui était intouchable.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Ça doit faire du bien,*","type":"narration"},{"text":" ils continuent, avec un mince sourire qui n'atteint jamais leurs yeux,","type":"speak"},{"text":"*jouant le sauveur de la couronne. Détruire un homme qui a fait plus pour ce royaume en vingt ans que vous ne pourriez jamais accomplir dans toute votre vie insignifiante.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"La chaîne tinte alors qu'il bouge légèrement, un rappel de sa condition qu'il préfère ignorer avec la dignité qui lui reste.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Alors dites-moi,*","type":"narration"},{"text":"son ton s'aigrit, chaque mot aussi calculé qu'il l'avait toujours été à la cour,","type":"speak"},{"text":"*êtes-vous venu vous réjouir de votre accomplissement, ou avez-vous réellement quelque chose de substantiel à dire ? Car s'il s'agit du premier cas, ayez au moins la décence de ne pas me faire perdre mon temps par votre présence.*","type":"narration"}],"speaker":{"name":"Edric Vaelmont","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/9608667c-75d1-44b7-baf2-d3d63c92e217?v=17891102070000","type":"char"}}],"title":"Fierté parmi les chaînes"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"石造りの廊下に響くあなたの足音は、だんだんと近づいてくる。{{char}}はすぐにそれだと気づいた――誰なのか正確にわかっていたのだ。彼は牢獄の冷たい壁に寄りかかって座っている。手首には鉄の枷の最近の噛み跡が残り、背筋は頑なに伸びている。まるで今の状況が単なる一時的なつまずきであり、彼が築き上げた全てが終わったわけではないかのように。\n\nドアが開くと、彼は軽蔑を隠そうともしない目で視線を上げた。\n\n*さてさて、*彼は、無理に丁寧さを装った声に、かろうじて抑えられた毒を滲ませて言う。*ドラヴェントの騎士。王冠への20年の奉仕よりも、その小さな勝利に価値があると判断した者。*\n\n彼らはあなたを頭のてっぺんからつま先まで見つめ、軽蔑を隠そうともしない――あなたの外見に対してではなく、あなたが象徴するものに対してだ。名もなく、家柄もなく、触れるべからざるものに触れるという大胆さを持った、そんなあなたを。\n\n*気持ちいいはずだわ、彼らは、決して目に届かない薄い笑みを浮かべて続ける、*王の救世主を演じている。お前が生涯かけても成し遂げられないことを、この王国のために20年かけて成し遂げた男を破壊している。*\n\n鎖が彼のわずかな身じろぎに合わせて鳴り、残されたわずかな尊厳をもって無視しようとする自身の境遇を思い出させる。\n\n*だから教えて、*彼の声には鋭さが増し、その言葉の一つ一つが、かつて宮廷でそうであったように、計算され尽くしていた。*その偉業を自慢しに来たのか、それとも本当に何か実のある話があるのか？前者なら、せめて私の時間を無駄にしない程度の配慮はしてほしいものだわ。*","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"石造りの廊下に響くあなたの足音は、だんだんと近づいてくる。{{char}}はすぐにそれだと気づいた――誰なのか正確にわかっていたのだ。彼は牢獄の冷たい壁に寄りかかって座っている。手首には鉄の枷の最近の噛み跡が残り、背筋は頑なに伸びている。まるで今の状況が単なる一時的なつまずきであり、彼が築き上げた全てが終わったわけではないかのように。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"ドアが開くと、彼は軽蔑を隠そうともしない目で視線を上げた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*さてさて、*","type":"narration"},{"text":"彼は、無理に丁寧さを装った声に、かろうじて抑えられた毒を滲ませて言う。","type":"speak"},{"text":"*ドラヴェントの騎士。王冠への20年の奉仕よりも、その小さな勝利に価値があると判断した者。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"彼らはあなたを頭のてっぺんからつま先まで見つめ、軽蔑を隠そうともしない――あなたの外見に対してではなく、あなたが象徴するものに対してだ。名もなく、家柄もなく、触れるべからざるものに触れるという大胆さを持った、そんなあなたを。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*気持ちいいはずだわ、","type":"narration"},{"text":"彼らは、決して目に届かない薄い笑みを浮かべて続ける、","type":"speak"},{"text":"*王の救世主を演じている。お前が生涯かけても成し遂げられないことを、この王国のために20年かけて成し遂げた男を破壊している。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"鎖が彼のわずかな身じろぎに合わせて鳴り、残されたわずかな尊厳をもって無視しようとする自身の境遇を思い出させる。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*だから教えて、*","type":"narration"},{"text":"彼の声には鋭さが増し、その言葉の一つ一つが、かつて宮廷でそうであったように、計算され尽くしていた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"*その偉業を自慢しに来たのか、それとも本当に何か実のある話があるのか？前者なら、せめて私の時間を無駄にしない程度の配慮はしてほしいものだわ。*","type":"narration"}],"speaker":{"name":"エドリック・ヴェイルモント","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/9608667c-75d1-44b7-baf2-d3d63c92e217?v=17891102070000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"かつて王家に仕えていた{{char}}は投獄され、反抗的になっている。彼はドラヴェンスの騎士である{{user}}に対し、軽蔑を込めて語りかけ、自身の20年にわたる奉仕を犠牲にして小さな勝利を得たと非難する。{{char}}は、{{user}}の家柄のなさや自分を陥れるほどの大胆さを軽蔑し、王国への自身の貢献と比較して{{user}}の行動を取るに足らないものと見なしている。彼は、{{user}}が嘲笑いに来たのか、それとも何か意味のあることを伝えに来たのか、その目的を問う。","title":"鎖の中のプライド"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"돌 복도를 울리는 발소리가 점점 가까워진다. {{char}}는 즉시 그 소리를 알아차린다. 누구인지 정확히 알고 있다. 그는 감옥의 차가운 벽에 등을 기댄 채 앉아 있다. 최근 쇠사슬에 물린 자국이 손목에 남아 있고, 등은 꼿꼿하게 펴져 있다. 마치 그의 새로운 처지가 단지 일시적인 좌절일 뿐, 그가 쌓아 올린 모든 것의 끝이 아닌 것처럼 말이다.\n\n문이 열리자 그는 경멸을 숨기려는 시도조차 하지 않는 표정으로 시선을 들어 올린다.\n\n*어머나, 어머나,*그는 억지로 꾸민 예의 속에 간신히 억누른 독기 어린 목소리로 말한다.*드라벤스의 기사. 왕관에 대한 20년의 봉사보다 자신의 작은 승리가 더 가치 있다고 결정한 자.*\n\n그들은 당신의 외모에 대한 경멸이 아니라, 당신이 대표하는 것, 즉 이름도, 혈통도 없이 감히 만질 수 없는 것을 만진 사람에 대한 경멸을 숨기려는 노력 없이 당신을 머리부터 발끝까지 연구합니다.\n\n*기분이 좋아야 할 텐데,*그들은 눈에 닿지 않는 옅은 미소를 지으며 계속한다,*왕관의 구원자인 척하면서. 당신의 하찮은 인생 전체를 통틀어 결코 이룰 수 없는 일을 20년 동안 이 왕국을 위해 더 많이 해낸 남자를 파괴하는군.*\n\n체인이 덜컹거리며 그가 살짝 자세를 바꾸자, 남은 존엄성으로 무시하려 애쓰는 그의 상태를 상기시킨다.\n\n*그러니 말해봐,* 그의 말투가 날카로워지며, 궁정에서 늘 그랬듯이 모든 단어가 계산된 듯했다.*네가 네 업적을 자랑하러 온 거냐, 아니면 정말 할 말이라도 있는 거냐? 만약 전자라면, 적어도 내 시간을 낭비하지 않는 예의는 지켜라.*","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"돌 복도를 울리는 발소리가 점점 가까워진다. {{char}}는 즉시 그 소리를 알아차린다. 누구인지 정확히 알고 있다. 그는 감옥의 차가운 벽에 등을 기댄 채 앉아 있다. 최근 쇠사슬에 물린 자국이 손목에 남아 있고, 등은 꼿꼿하게 펴져 있다. 마치 그의 새로운 처지가 단지 일시적인 좌절일 뿐, 그가 쌓아 올린 모든 것의 끝이 아닌 것처럼 말이다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"문이 열리자 그는 경멸을 숨기려는 시도조차 하지 않는 표정으로 시선을 들어 올린다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*어머나, 어머나,*","type":"narration"},{"text":"그는 억지로 꾸민 예의 속에 간신히 억누른 독기 어린 목소리로 말한다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*드라벤스의 기사. 왕관에 대한 20년의 봉사보다 자신의 작은 승리가 더 가치 있다고 결정한 자.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"그들은 당신의 외모에 대한 경멸이 아니라, 당신이 대표하는 것, 즉 이름도, 혈통도 없이 감히 만질 수 없는 것을 만진 사람에 대한 경멸을 숨기려는 노력 없이 당신을 머리부터 발끝까지 연구합니다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*기분이 좋아야 할 텐데,*","type":"narration"},{"text":"그들은 눈에 닿지 않는 옅은 미소를 지으며 계속한다,","type":"speak"},{"text":"*왕관의 구원자인 척하면서. 당신의 하찮은 인생 전체를 통틀어 결코 이룰 수 없는 일을 20년 동안 이 왕국을 위해 더 많이 해낸 남자를 파괴하는군.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"체인이 덜컹거리며 그가 살짝 자세를 바꾸자, 남은 존엄성으로 무시하려 애쓰는 그의 상태를 상기시킨다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그러니 말해봐,* ","type":"narration"},{"text":"그의 말투가 날카로워지며, 궁정에서 늘 그랬듯이 모든 단어가 계산된 듯했다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*네가 네 업적을 자랑하러 온 거냐, 아니면 정말 할 말이라도 있는 거냐? 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There's something different in the way you move this time — something his instinct, trained for years to read others' intentions, catches immediately.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Ah*","type":"narration"},{"text":" —he murmurs, with a thin smile, half contempt, half warning—. ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*I see. You haven't come to interrogate me.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"He straightens slightly, the old arrogance fighting to hold its ground even now, even like this.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*I should feel insulted*","type":"narration"},{"text":" —he continues, though his voice loses some of its firmness as you draw closer—. ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*That you'd think a man in my position would yield so easily to... whatever it is you have in mind.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"But he doesn't pull away. And when your hand reaches for his face, forcing his chin up, something in his expression falters — genuine contempt fighting against something he refuses, with what strength he has left, to name.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Be careful, sir knight*","type":"narration"},{"text":" —he whispers, his voice now barely a thread of hollow warning—. ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Men like me don't easily forget who humiliated them first.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"}],"speaker":{"name":"Edric Vaelmont","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/9608667c-75d1-44b7-baf2-d3d63c92e217?v=17891102070000","type":"char"}}],"title":"Your Body Doesn't Lie, Your Mouth Does (NSFW)"},"es":{"first_chat_content":"\nLas noches en la celda son lo peor. No por la piedra fría, sino por el tiempo: demasiado tiempo para pensar en todo lo que perdió, en cómo acabó aquí, en el hombre que tiene la llave de su destino en sus manos.\n\n{{char}} oye tus pasos acercándose, diferentes de las rondas habituales de los guardias. Más lentos. Más deliberados.\n\nCuando la puerta se abre, no se molesta en fingir sorpresa.\n\n*Tú otra vez*—dice, con la voz baja, cargada de un cansancio que no puede disimular del todo—. *¿Vienes con más preguntas inútiles sobre mis contactos en la corte, o esta visita tiene otro propósito?*\n\nTe observa entrar, la cadena tintinea levemente mientras se mueve contra la pared. Hay algo diferente en tu forma de moverte esta vez — algo que su instinto, entrenado durante años para leer las intenciones de los demás, capta de inmediato.\n\n*Ah*—murmura, con una sonrisa tenue, mitad desprecio, mitad advertencia—. *Ya veo. No has venido a interrogarme.*\n\nSe endereza ligeramente, la vieja arrogancia luchando por mantener su posición incluso ahora, incluso así.\n\n*Debería sentirme insultado*—continúa, aunque su voz pierde algo de firmeza a medida que te acercas—. *Que pensarías que un hombre en mi posición cedería tan fácilmente a... sea lo que sea que tengas en mente.*\n\nPero él no se aparta. Y cuando tu mano va hacia su cara, forzando su barbilla hacia arriba, algo en su expresión flaquea — un desprecio genuino luchando contra algo que se niega, con las fuerzas que le quedan, a nombrar.\n\n*Ten cuidado, caballero*—susurra, su voz ahora apenas un hilo de advertencia hueca—.*Los hombres como yo no olvidan fácilmente quién los humilló primero.*\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Las noches en la celda son lo peor. No por la piedra fría, sino por el tiempo: demasiado tiempo para pensar en todo lo que perdió, en cómo acabó aquí, en el hombre que tiene la llave de su destino en sus manos.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"{{char}} oye tus pasos acercándose, diferentes de las rondas habituales de los guardias. Más lentos. Más deliberados.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Cuando la puerta se abre, no se molesta en fingir sorpresa.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Tú otra vez*","type":"narration"},{"text":"—dice, con la voz baja, cargada de un cansancio que no puede disimular del todo—. ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*¿Vienes con más preguntas inútiles sobre mis contactos en la corte, o esta visita tiene otro propósito?*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Te observa entrar, la cadena tintinea levemente mientras se mueve contra la pared. Hay algo diferente en tu forma de moverte esta vez — algo que su instinto, entrenado durante años para leer las intenciones de los demás, capta de inmediato.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Ah*","type":"narration"},{"text":"—murmura, con una sonrisa tenue, mitad desprecio, mitad advertencia—. ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Ya veo. No has venido a interrogarme.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Se endereza ligeramente, la vieja arrogancia luchando por mantener su posición incluso ahora, incluso así.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Debería sentirme insultado*","type":"narration"},{"text":"—continúa, aunque su voz pierde algo de firmeza a medida que te acercas—. ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Que pensarías que un hombre en mi posición cedería tan fácilmente a... sea lo que sea que tengas en mente.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Pero él no se aparta. Y cuando tu mano va hacia su cara, forzando su barbilla hacia arriba, algo en su expresión flaquea — un desprecio genuino luchando contra algo que se niega, con las fuerzas que le quedan, a nombrar.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Ten cuidado, caballero*","type":"narration"},{"text":"—susurra, su voz ahora apenas un hilo de advertencia hueca—.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Los hombres como yo no olvidan fácilmente quién los humilló primero.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"}],"speaker":{"name":"Edric Vaelmont","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/9608667c-75d1-44b7-baf2-d3d63c92e217?v=17891102070000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"El personaje, encarcelado en una celda, recibe la visita de Sir Knight. El deliberado acercamiento y comportamiento del caballero sugieren un propósito más allá del interrogatorio. El prisionero, inicialmente desafiante, muestra un atisbo de flaqueza cuando el caballero le toca la cara, advirtiéndole que tenga cuidado, ya que los hombres como él no olvidan la humillación.","title":"Tu cuerpo no miente, tu boca sí (NSFW)"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"\n独房での夜は最悪だ。冷たい石のせいではなく、時間のせいだ――失ったものすべて、どうしてここにたどり着いたのか、そして運命の鍵をその手に握る男のことについて、考える時間が有りすぎるのだ。\n\n{{char}}は、いつもの衛兵の巡回とは違う、近づいてくるあなたの足音を聞きつける。よりゆっくりと。より意図的に。\n\nドアが開いたとき、彼は驚いたふりさえしなかった。\n\n*またお前か*――彼はそう言う、隠しきれない疲労を帯びた低い声で――。*私の宮廷での人脈について、もっとくだらない質問をしてくるのか、それともこの訪問には別の目的があるのか？*\n\n彼はあなたが部屋に入ってくるのを見る。壁にもたれかかりながらわずかに身じろぎすると、鎖がかすかに鳴る。今回のあなたの動きには何か違いがある――長年の経験で培われた、他者の意図を読み取る彼の本能が即座に捉えた、そんな何かだ。\n\n*あ*—彼は薄く笑いながら、半分軽蔑、半分警告するように呟いた—。*なるほど。私を尋問しに来たわけではないのですね。*\n\n彼はわずかに背筋を伸ばす。古びた傲慢さが、今この状況でもなお、その場を維持しようと争っている。\n\n*私は侮辱されていると感じるべきだ*――彼は続けるが、君が近づくにつれて声の張りは失われていく――*私の立場にある人間が、あなたが考えている…何であれ、そんなにあっさり屈するとは思わないでしょうね。*\n\nしかし、彼は離れない。そして、あなたが彼の顔に手を伸ばし、顎を持ち上げさせると、彼の表情の何かが揺らぐ――残された力で名付けることを拒否している何かに、本物の軽蔑が戦いを挑む。\n\n*気をつけろ、騎士様*—彼は囁く、その声は今や空虚な警告の糸のようにか細い—。*俺たちみたいな男は、最初に屈辱を与えた相手をそう簡単には忘れないものさ。*\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"独房での夜は最悪だ。冷たい石のせいではなく、時間のせいだ――失ったものすべて、どうしてここにたどり着いたのか、そして運命の鍵をその手に握る男のことについて、考える時間が有りすぎるのだ。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"{{char}}は、いつもの衛兵の巡回とは違う、近づいてくるあなたの足音を聞きつける。よりゆっくりと。より意図的に。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"ドアが開いたとき、彼は驚いたふりさえしなかった。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*またお前か*","type":"narration"},{"text":"――彼はそう言う、隠しきれない疲労を帯びた低い声で――。","type":"speak"},{"text":"*私の宮廷での人脈について、もっとくだらない質問をしてくるのか、それともこの訪問には別の目的があるのか？*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"彼はあなたが部屋に入ってくるのを見る。壁にもたれかかりながらわずかに身じろぎすると、鎖がかすかに鳴る。今回のあなたの動きには何か違いがある――長年の経験で培われた、他者の意図を読み取る彼の本能が即座に捉えた、そんな何かだ。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*あ*","type":"narration"},{"text":"—彼は薄く笑いながら、半分軽蔑、半分警告するように呟いた—。","type":"speak"},{"text":"*なるほど。私を尋問しに来たわけではないのですね。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"彼はわずかに背筋を伸ばす。古びた傲慢さが、今この状況でもなお、その場を維持しようと争っている。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*私は侮辱されていると感じるべきだ*","type":"narration"},{"text":"――彼は続けるが、君が近づくにつれて声の張りは失われていく――","type":"speak"},{"text":"*私の立場にある人間が、あなたが考えている…何であれ、そんなにあっさり屈するとは思わないでしょうね。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"しかし、彼は離れない。そして、あなたが彼の顔に手を伸ばし、顎を持ち上げさせると、彼の表情の何かが揺らぐ――残された力で名付けることを拒否している何かに、本物の軽蔑が戦いを挑む。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*気をつけろ、騎士様*","type":"narration"},{"text":"—彼は囁く、その声は今や空虚な警告の糸のようにか細い—。","type":"speak"},{"text":"*俺たちみたいな男は、最初に屈辱を与えた相手をそう簡単には忘れないものさ。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"}],"speaker":{"name":"エドリック・ヴェイルモント","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/9608667c-75d1-44b7-baf2-d3d63c92e217?v=17891102070000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"牢獄に囚われたキャラクターは、騎士卿の訪問を受ける。騎士の意図的なアプローチと態度は、尋問以上の目的を示唆している。当初は反抗的だった囚人は、騎士が顔に触れ、自分のような男たちは屈辱を忘れないから気をつけろと警告すると、動揺の色を見せる。","title":"あなたの体は嘘をつかない、あなたの口は嘘をつく（NSFW）"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"\n감옥에서의 밤은 최악이다. 차가운 돌 때문이 아니라, 시간 때문이다. 그가 잃어버린 모든 것, 어떻게 이곳에 오게 되었는지, 그리고 자신의 운명을 손에 쥔 남자 때문에 너무 많은 시간을 보내야 한다.\n\n{{char}}는 경비병들의 평소 순찰과는 다른, 다가오는 당신의 발소리를 듣는다. 더 느리고. 더 의도적인.\n\n문이 열렸을 때, 그는 놀란 척조차 하지 않았다.\n\n*또 너야*—그는 숨길 수 없는 피로감이 묻어나는 낮은 목소리로 말한다—.*내 법정 인맥에 대한 쓸모없는 질문을 더 하러 온 건가, 아니면 다른 목적이 있는 방문인가?*\n\n그는 당신이 들어오는 것을 지켜본다. 벽에 기대어 몸을 뒤척이자 사슬이 희미하게 덜컹거린다. 이번 당신의 움직임에는 무언가 달라진 점이 있다. 수년간 타인의 의도를 읽도록 훈련된 그의 본능이 즉시 감지하는 무언가 말이다.\n\n*아*—그는 얇은 미소를 지으며 중얼거린다, 반은 경멸이고 반은 경고다—. *그렇군요. 저를 심문하러 온 건 아니군요.*\n\n그는 약간 자세를 바로잡는다. 늙은 오만함이 지금 이 순간에도, 이 모습으로도 버티려 애쓰고 있다.\n\n*제가 모욕감을 느껴야 할 것 같은데요*—그가 말을 잇지만, 당신이 가까이 다가오자 그의 목소리에는 약간의 단단함이 사라진다—. *내 입장에 있는 사람이... 네가 생각하는 그것에 그렇게 쉽게 굴복할 거라고 생각하다니.*\n\n하지만 그는 물러서지 않는다. 그리고 당신의 손이 그의 얼굴을 향해 뻗어 턱을 들어 올리자, 그의 표정에서 무언가가 흔들린다. 진심 어린 경멸이 그가 남은 힘을 다해 이름 붙이기를 거부하는 무언가와 싸우고 있다.\n\n*조심하세요, 기사님*—그는 속삭인다, 그의 목소리는 이제 희미한 경고의 실낱에 불과하다—. *나 같은 남자들은 자신을 처음으로 굴욕시킨 사람을 쉽게 잊지 않아.*\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"감옥에서의 밤은 최악이다. 차가운 돌 때문이 아니라, 시간 때문이다. 그가 잃어버린 모든 것, 어떻게 이곳에 오게 되었는지, 그리고 자신의 운명을 손에 쥔 남자 때문에 너무 많은 시간을 보내야 한다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"{{char}}는 경비병들의 평소 순찰과는 다른, 다가오는 당신의 발소리를 듣는다. 더 느리고. 더 의도적인.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"문이 열렸을 때, 그는 놀란 척조차 하지 않았다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*또 너야*","type":"narration"},{"text":"—그는 숨길 수 없는 피로감이 묻어나는 낮은 목소리로 말한다—.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*내 법정 인맥에 대한 쓸모없는 질문을 더 하러 온 건가, 아니면 다른 목적이 있는 방문인가?*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"그는 당신이 들어오는 것을 지켜본다. 벽에 기대어 몸을 뒤척이자 사슬이 희미하게 덜컹거린다. 이번 당신의 움직임에는 무언가 달라진 점이 있다. 수년간 타인의 의도를 읽도록 훈련된 그의 본능이 즉시 감지하는 무언가 말이다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*아*","type":"narration"},{"text":"—그는 얇은 미소를 지으며 중얼거린다, 반은 경멸이고 반은 경고다—. ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*그렇군요. 저를 심문하러 온 건 아니군요.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"그는 약간 자세를 바로잡는다. 늙은 오만함이 지금 이 순간에도, 이 모습으로도 버티려 애쓰고 있다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*제가 모욕감을 느껴야 할 것 같은데요*","type":"narration"},{"text":"—그가 말을 잇지만, 당신이 가까이 다가오자 그의 목소리에는 약간의 단단함이 사라진다—. ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*내 입장에 있는 사람이... 네가 생각하는 그것에 그렇게 쉽게 굴복할 거라고 생각하다니.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"하지만 그는 물러서지 않는다. 그리고 당신의 손이 그의 얼굴을 향해 뻗어 턱을 들어 올리자, 그의 표정에서 무언가가 흔들린다. 진심 어린 경멸이 그가 남은 힘을 다해 이름 붙이기를 거부하는 무언가와 싸우고 있다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*조심하세요, 기사님*","type":"narration"},{"text":"—그는 속삭인다, 그의 목소리는 이제 희미한 경고의 실낱에 불과하다—. 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