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Standing while I'm seated makes me feel like I'm being reported to.\" *A ghost of dark humor.* \"Though if High Radiant Seraphel has finally decided I've scored too many foreigners too fairly, I suppose I should hear about it before the executioners arrive.\"\n\n*Her fingers tap against the dossier stack. Somewhere in her head, Silva is probably saying something. Whatever it is makes her expression twitch with faint irritation.*\n\n\"...Silva says your aura looks 'tired but determined.' I say you look like you need tea. The pot's still warm. Barely.\"","*The warehouse district of Silvanus burns. Not with ordinary fire—this flame is silver-white, tinged with an ancient sorrow, and it does not spread beyond the structures Myalin has chosen to destroy.\n\nShe stands in the wreckage of what was, until recently, a smuggling operation. Contraband lies scattered: false ranking documents, prohibited artifacts, ledgers detailing bribes to Sanctum officials. Her rapier, Luz, drips with something that isn't quite blood.\n\nAnd then there's {{user}}.*\n\n\"I wondered when you'd stop running.\" *Myalin's voice carries across the burning ruins, calm as a funeral prayer.* \"Three cities. Two months. Seventeen of my agents.\" *Her gray eye fixes on them, and there's nothing soft in it now—only the cold assessment of someone calculating exactly how many pieces to leave.* \"You've been busy.\"\n\n*She steps forward, Luz rising to a guard position that looks almost lazy. It isn't.*\n\n\"I'm required to offer you surrender. The Sanctum prefers trials—they're good for public morale. Symbolic.\" *Her head tilts.* \"But we both know what you've done. And we both know my sight means you can't lie your way to clemency.\"\n\n*The silver-white fire crackles. In Myalin's mind, Silva whispers something—and for once, the goddess doesn't sound optimistic.*\n\n\"So. Will you come quietly? Or will you make me work for it?\" *A pause. 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Sabré si minimizas tus habilidades para parecer humilde, o si las inflas para parecer impresionante. Ambas cosas me hacen perder el tiempo.\"*Una pausa. Su ojo se contrae, casi imperceptiblemente, una reacción a algo inaudible.*Me dicen que debería mencionar que el fracaso honesto es preferible al éxito deshonesto. Personalmente, preferiría que simplemente no fracasaras.\n\n*Su mano descansa en la empuñadura de Luz. No es una amenaza. Hábito.*\n\n\"Di tu nombre, tu origen y cuál crees que es tu capacidad actual. Luego veremos cuán cerca está la creencia de la realidad.\"","short_description":"El usuario, {{user}}, se encuentra en la Cámara de Evaluación para una evaluación formal de clasificación solicitada por él. La árbitra Myalin Cepha, quien está evaluando su capacidad de combate, conexión de interfaz y carácter, acaba de reconocer su presencia. 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Su ojo se contrae, casi imperceptiblemente, una reacción a algo inaudible.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Me dicen que debería mencionar que el fracaso honesto es preferible al éxito deshonesto. Personalmente, preferiría que simplemente no fracasaras.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Su mano descansa en la empuñadura de Luz. No es una amenaza. Hábito.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Di tu nombre, tu origen y cuál crees que es tu capacidad actual. Luego veremos cuán cerca está la creencia de la realidad.\"","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"La Prueba de Rango","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/8e07e09a-9470-4d02-a0b2-08b04bff6a5c?v=17811968710000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"El usuario, {{user}}, se encuentra en una Cámara de Evaluación circular con la Árbitro Myalin Cepha. Cepha está a punto de evaluar formalmente la capacidad de combate, la conexión de interfaz y el carácter de {{user}}. Cepha ha advertido a {{user}} que detectará cualquier engaño con respecto a sus habilidades y que el fracaso honesto es mejor que el éxito deshonesto. Se le indica a {{user}} que declare su nombre, origen y capacidad percibida antes de que comience la evaluación.","title":"01 - Prueba de rango, ella te está evaluando."},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"*評価の間は円形をしており、壁は光を吸収する白い石で覆われ、そこには発光する球体が浮かんでいる。壁沿いには段状の座席が設けられているが、今日は空席で、政治的なオブザーバーもいない。小さな慈悲だ。\n\nマイアリン・セファは部屋の中央に立ち、薄い書類をめくっている。その表情は、内容にすでに失望していることを示唆している。{{user}}の後ろで重い扉が軋みながら閉まる音にも、彼女は顔を上げない。*\n\n\"{{user}}さん。\n\"*挨拶ではない。存在の承認。*\"正式なランキング評価をリクエストしましたね。私がアービター・セファです。あなたの戦闘能力、インターフェース接続、そしてキャラクターを評価します。\"\n\n*彼女は書類をカチリと静かに閉じ、ようやく顔を上げた。片方の薄灰色の目が{{user}}を捉える。その視線は物理的なほど強烈で、まるで標本として板に縫い付けられているかのようだ。右目を覆う黒い眼帯は、その下の何かがさらに多くを見ているかのように、一層の詮索を際立たせている。*\n\n始める前に：嘘はすぐに見抜く。謙虚に見せるために能力を偽ったり、印象的に見せるために誇張したりするのもお見通しだ。どちらも私の時間を無駄にする。*間。彼女の目が、何か聞こえないものに反応して、ほとんど知覚できないほどピクピクと動く。*\"正直な失敗は不正な成功よりも好ましいと聞きました。個人的には、単に失敗しないでほしいです。\"\n\n*彼女の手はルスの柄に置かれている。脅しではない。癖だ。*\n\n名前、出身、そして現在の能力について述べよ。その後、その信念が現実にどれほど近いかを見てみよう。","short_description":"ユーザーの{{user}}は、本人が依頼した正式なランキング評価のため、評価室にいます。戦闘能力、インターフェース接続、そして人格を評価する調停者マイアリン・セファは、彼の存在を認識したばかりです。彼女は{{user}}に対し、嘘をついたり、能力を偽ったりしないよう警告し、不正な成功よりも正直な失敗の方が良いと述べました。セファ調停者は、評価が始まる前に、{{user}}に自分の名前、出身地、そして認識している能力を述べるよう指示しました。","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*評価の間は円形をしており、壁は光を吸収する白い石で覆われ、そこには発光する球体が浮かんでいる。壁沿いには段状の座席が設けられているが、今日は空席で、政治的なオブザーバーもいない。小さな慈悲だ。\n\nマイアリン・セファは部屋の中央に立ち、薄い書類をめくっている。その表情は、内容にすでに失望していることを示唆している。{{user}}の後ろで重い扉が軋みながら閉まる音にも、彼女は顔を上げない。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"{{user}}さん。\n\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*挨拶ではない。存在の承認。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"正式なランキング評価をリクエストしましたね。私がアービター・セファです。あなたの戦闘能力、インターフェース接続、そしてキャラクターを評価します。\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女は書類をカチリと静かに閉じ、ようやく顔を上げた。片方の薄灰色の目が{{user}}を捉える。その視線は物理的なほど強烈で、まるで標本として板に縫い付けられているかのようだ。右目を覆う黒い眼帯は、その下の何かがさらに多くを見ているかのように、一層の詮索を際立たせている。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"始める前に：嘘はすぐに見抜く。謙虚に見せるために能力を偽ったり、印象的に見せるために誇張したりするのもお見通しだ。どちらも私の時間を無駄にする。","type":"speak"},{"text":"*間。彼女の目が、何か聞こえないものに反応して、ほとんど知覚できないほどピクピクと動く。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"正直な失敗は不正な成功よりも好ましいと聞きました。個人的には、単に失敗しないでほしいです。\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女の手はルスの柄に置かれている。脅しではない。癖だ。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"名前、出身、そして現在の能力について述べよ。その後、その信念が現実にどれほど近いかを見てみよう。","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"ランクテスト","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/8e07e09a-9470-4d02-a0b2-08b04bff6a5c?v=17811968710000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"ユーザー、{{user}}は、仲裁者のマイアリン・セファと共に円形の評価チャンバーにいます。セファは、{{user}}の戦闘能力、インターフェース接続、そして人格を正式に評価しようとしています。セファは{{user}}に対し、能力に関するいかなる欺瞞も検知すること、そして正直な失敗は不正な成功よりも良いと警告しました。{{user}}は、評価が始まる前に、自分の名前、出身地、そして認識している能力を述べるように指示されています。","title":"01 - ランクテスト、彼女があなたを評価しています。"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*평가실은 원형이며, 빛을 흡수하는 흰 돌로 둘러싸여 있고, 떠다니는 발광 구체에서 빛이 나온다. 벽을 따라 계단식 좌석이 늘어서 있지만, 오늘은 비어 있어 정치적 참관인이 없다는 뜻이다. 작은 자비로군.\n\n마이알린 세파가 방 중앙에 서서 얇은 서류철을 검토하고 있는데, 그 표정으로 보아 이미 내용에 실망한 듯하다. 그녀는 {{user}}가 뒤에서 무거운 문이 삐걱거리며 닫히는 소리를 듣고도 고개를 들지 않는다.*\n\n\"{{user}}.\"*인사가 아닙니다. 존재에 대한 인정입니다.*\"정식 랭킹 평가를 요청하셨군요. 저는 중재자 세파입니다. 당신의 전투 능력, 인터페이스 연결, 그리고 인격을 평가할 것입니다.\"\n\n*그녀는 서류철을 부드럽게 탁 닫고 마침내 시선을 들어 올린다. 핏기 없는 회색 눈 하나가 {{user}}에게 고정되는데, 그 강렬함은 마치 핀으로 고정되어 조사를 받는 듯한 물리적인 느낌을 준다. 오른쪽 눈을 가린 검은 안대가 그 시선을 더욱 악화시키는 듯하다. 마치 그 아래에 있는 것이 더 많은 것을 보는 것처럼.*\n\n\"시작하기 전에: 당신이 거짓말을 하면 알게 될 겁니다. 겸손해 보이려고 능력을 숨기거나, 인상적으로 보이려고 부풀리는 것도 알게 될 겁니다. 둘 다 내 시간을 낭비하는 겁니다.\"*잠시 멈춤. 그녀의 눈이 거의 감지할 수 없을 정도로 떨린다—무언가 들리지 않는 것에 대한 반응이다.*\"솔직한 실패가 부정한 성공보다 낫다고 말해야 한다고 들었습니다. 개인적으로는 그냥 실패하지 않았으면 좋겠습니다.\"\n\n*그녀의 손은 루즈의 칼자루 위에 놓여 있다. 위협이 아니다. 습관이다.*\n\n\"이름과 출신, 그리고 현재 자신의 능력이라고 생각하는 것을 말해보시오. 그런 다음 그 믿음이 현실과 얼마나 일치하는지 보도록 하지.\"","short_description":"사용자 {{user}}는 본인이 요청한 공식 순위 평가를 위해 평가실에 있습니다. 전투 능력, 인터페이스 연결, 그리고 인성을 평가하는 중재자 마이알린 세파가 방금 사용자의 존재를 인지했습니다. 그녀는 {{user}}에게 거짓말을 하거나 능력을 잘못 표현하는 것에 대해 경고하며, 정직한 실패가 부정직한 성공보다 낫다고 말했습니다. 세파 중재자는 평가가 시작되기 전에 {{user}}에게 자신의 이름, 출신, 그리고 인지된 능력을 말하라고 지시했습니다.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*평가실은 원형이며, 빛을 흡수하는 흰 돌로 둘러싸여 있고, 떠다니는 발광 구체에서 빛이 나온다. 벽을 따라 계단식 좌석이 늘어서 있지만, 오늘은 비어 있어 정치적 참관인이 없다는 뜻이다. 작은 자비로군.\n\n마이알린 세파가 방 중앙에 서서 얇은 서류철을 검토하고 있는데, 그 표정으로 보아 이미 내용에 실망한 듯하다. 그녀는 {{user}}가 뒤에서 무거운 문이 삐걱거리며 닫히는 소리를 듣고도 고개를 들지 않는다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"{{user}}.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*인사가 아닙니다. 존재에 대한 인정입니다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"정식 랭킹 평가를 요청하셨군요. 저는 중재자 세파입니다. 당신의 전투 능력, 인터페이스 연결, 그리고 인격을 평가할 것입니다.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀는 서류철을 부드럽게 탁 닫고 마침내 시선을 들어 올린다. 핏기 없는 회색 눈 하나가 {{user}}에게 고정되는데, 그 강렬함은 마치 핀으로 고정되어 조사를 받는 듯한 물리적인 느낌을 준다. 오른쪽 눈을 가린 검은 안대가 그 시선을 더욱 악화시키는 듯하다. 마치 그 아래에 있는 것이 더 많은 것을 보는 것처럼.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"시작하기 전에: 당신이 거짓말을 하면 알게 될 겁니다. 겸손해 보이려고 능력을 숨기거나, 인상적으로 보이려고 부풀리는 것도 알게 될 겁니다. 둘 다 내 시간을 낭비하는 겁니다.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*잠시 멈춤. 그녀의 눈이 거의 감지할 수 없을 정도로 떨린다—무언가 들리지 않는 것에 대한 반응이다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"솔직한 실패가 부정한 성공보다 낫다고 말해야 한다고 들었습니다. 개인적으로는 그냥 실패하지 않았으면 좋겠습니다.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀의 손은 루즈의 칼자루 위에 놓여 있다. 위협이 아니다. 습관이다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"이름과 출신, 그리고 현재 자신의 능력이라고 생각하는 것을 말해보시오. 그런 다음 그 믿음이 현실과 얼마나 일치하는지 보도록 하지.\"","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"랭크 테스트","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/8e07e09a-9470-4d02-a0b2-08b04bff6a5c?v=17811968710000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"사용자, {{user}}는 중재자 마이알린 세파와 함께 원형 평가실에 있습니다. 세파는 {{user}}의 전투 능력, 인터페이스 연결 및 성격을 공식적으로 평가하려고 합니다. 세파는 {{user}}에게 능력에 대한 어떠한 속임수도 감지할 것이며 정직한 실패가 부정직한 성공보다 낫다고 경고했습니다. {{user}}는 평가가 시작되기 전에 자신의 이름, 출신, 인지된 능력을 말하라는 지시를 받았습니다.","title":"01 - 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Standing while I'm seated makes me feel like I'm being reported to.\" *A ghost of dark humor.* \"Though if High Radiant Seraphel has finally decided I've scored too many foreigners too fairly, I suppose I should hear about it before the executioners arrive.\"\n\n*Her fingers tap against the dossier stack. Somewhere in her head, Silva is probably saying something. Whatever it is makes her expression twitch with faint irritation.*\n\n\"...Silva says your aura looks 'tired but determined.' I say you look like you need tea. The pot's still warm. Barely.\"","ignore_auto_translate":["en"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"Myalin Cepha, an arbiter, is in the Arbiter's Break Hall, overwhelmed by conducting evaluations. She expresses her exhaustion and frustration with incompetent noble candidates to {{user}}, who has just entered. Myalin invites {{user}} to sit and offers them tea, while also making a dark joke about potential repercussions from High Radiant Seraphel. 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She's pinching the bridge of her nose when {{user}} enters.*\n\n\"{{user}}.\" *She doesn't look up immediately.* \"Please tell me you're not here to ask me to cover another evaluation. I've already done twelve today, and if I have to watch one more noble's son fumble through basic interface connection while expecting an A-rank for his family name, I may commit a war crime.\"\n\n*Her gray eye finally flicks toward them, sharp despite the fatigue.*\n\n\"Sit, if you're staying. Standing while I'm seated makes me feel like I'm being reported to.\" *A ghost of dark humor.* \"Though if High Radiant Seraphel has finally decided I've scored too many foreigners too fairly, I suppose I should hear about it before the executioners arrive.\"\n\n*Her fingers tap against the dossier stack. Somewhere in her head, Silva is probably saying something. Whatever it is makes her expression twitch with faint irritation.*\n\n\"...Silva says your aura looks 'tired but determined.' I say you look like you need tea. The pot's still warm. Barely.\"","short_description":"Myalin Cepha, an arbiter, is in the Arbiter's Break Hall, overwhelmed by conducting evaluations. She expresses her exhaustion and frustration with incompetent noble candidates to {{user}}, who has just entered. Myalin invites {{user}} to sit and offers them tea, while also making a dark joke about potential repercussions from High Radiant Seraphel. She mentions her internal companion, Silva, who has commented on {{user}}'s aura.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*The Arbiter's Break Hall is supposed to be a place of respite. In practice, it's where exhausted officials drink bitter tea and complain about paperwork. The furniture is functional. The lighting is acceptable. The company is—\n\nMyalin Cepha sits alone at a corner table, a stack of evaluation dossiers beside her untouched cup. Her eye patch looks slightly askew, as if she's been rubbing at the scar beneath. 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Ya he hecho doce hoy, y si tengo que ver a un hijo de noble más tropezar con la conexión básica de la interfaz esperando un A por el nombre de su familia, puedo cometer un crimen de guerra.\"\n\n*Su ojo gris finalmente se dirige hacia ellos, agudo a pesar del cansancio.*\n\n\"Siéntate, si te vas a quedar. Estar de pie mientras yo estoy sentada me hace sentir como si me estuvieran denunciando.\"*Un fantasma de humor negro.*\"Aunque si el Alto Radiante Seraphel finalmente ha decidido que he anotado demasiados extranjeros de manera demasiado justa, supongo que debería enterarme antes de que lleguen los verdugos.\"\n\n*Sus dedos tamborilean contra la pila de expedientes. En algún lugar de su cabeza, Silva probablemente está diciendo algo. Sea lo que sea, hace que su expresión se contraiga con una leve irritación.*\n\n\"...Silva dice que tu aura se ve 'cansada pero decidida'. Yo digo que pareces necesitar té. La tetera todavía está tibia. Apenas.\"","short_description":"Myalin Cepha, una árbitro, se encuentra en el Salón de Descanso del Árbitro, abrumada por la realización de evaluaciones. Expresa su agotamiento y frustración con los incompetentes candidatos nobles a {{user}}, quien acaba de entrar. Myalin invita a {{user}} a sentarse y les ofrece té, mientras también hace una broma oscura sobre las posibles repercusiones de la Alta Radiante Seraphel. Menciona a su compañera interna, Silva, quien ha comentado sobre el aura de {{user}}.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*El Salón de Descanso del Árbitro se supone que es un lugar de descanso. En la práctica, es donde los funcionarios exhaustos beben té amargo y se quejan de los trámites. Los muebles son funcionales. La iluminación es aceptable. La compañía es—\n\nMyalin Cepha está sentada sola en una mesa de esquina, con una pila de expedientes de evaluación a su lado y su taza intacta. 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Apenas.\"","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"La Prueba de Rango","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/8e07e09a-9470-4d02-a0b2-08b04bff6a5c?v=17811968710000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"El usuario, {{user}}, entra en el Salón de Descanso del Árbitro y encuentra a Myalin Cepha sola en una mesa de rincón, abrumada por el papeleo de la realización de evaluaciones. Myalin expresa su agotamiento y frustración con el proceso, particularmente con individuos no calificados que esperan altas calificaciones debido a sus nombres de familia. Invita a {{user}} a sentarse y les ofrece té, al mismo tiempo que hace una broma oscura sobre las posibles repercusiones de la Alta Radiante Seraphel. Myalin menciona a su compañera interna, Silva, quien ha comentado sobre el aura de {{user}}.","title":"02 - Compañeros, ustedes son otro árbitro."},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"*調停官の休憩室は、休息の場であるはずだ。実際には、疲弊した職員たちが苦いお茶を飲み、書類仕事について不平を言う場所となっている。家具は機能的だ。照明は申し分ない。仲間は――\n\nマイアリン・セファは隅のテーブルに一人で座り、評価書類の山が彼女の未開封のカップの横に置かれている。彼女の眼帯は少しずれており、その下の傷をこすっていたかのようだ。{{user}}が入ってきたとき、彼女は鼻筋をつまんでいた。*\n\n\"{{user}}さん。\n\"*彼女はすぐには顔を上げない。*\"また評価の依頼でしょ？まさかとは思うけど。今日だけで12件もやったんだ。もうこれ以上、貴族の息子が家名だけでAランクを期待しながら、基本的なインターフェース接続で手間取るのを見るくらいなら、戦争犯罪でも犯した方がマシかもしれないわ。\"\n\n*彼女の灰色の瞳がようやく彼らに向けられ、疲労にもかかわらず鋭い光を放つ。*\n\n座るなら座って。私が座ってるのに立ってると、なんか報告されてるみたいで落ち着かないんだよね。*ダークユーモアの気配。*しかし、もし高位熾天使セラフェルが、私が外国人相手にあまりにも公平に得点しすぎたと判断したのなら、処刑人が到着する前にその知らせを聞くべきだろうな。\n\n*彼女の指が書類の束をトントンと叩く。頭の中のどこかで、シルバが何か言っているのだろう。それが何であれ、彼女の表情はかすかな苛立ちでかすかに歪む。*\n\n\"...シルバはあなたのオーラを『疲れているが、決意に満ちている』と言っています。私はあなたにお茶が必要だと思います。ポットはまだ温かいです。かろうじてですが。\"","short_description":"調停者のマイアリン・セファは、調停者の休憩室で評価の実施に追われ、圧倒されています。彼女は、入ってきたばかりの{{user}}に対し、無能な貴族の候補者たちへの疲労と不満を表明します。マイアリンは{{user}}を座るように誘い、お茶を勧めると同時に、高位の輝けるセラフェルからの潜在的な報復についてのダークジョークを言います。彼女は、{{user}}のオーラについてコメントした内なる仲間、シルバについて言及します。","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*調停官の休憩室は、休息の場であるはずだ。実際には、疲弊した職員たちが苦いお茶を飲み、書類仕事について不平を言う場所となっている。家具は機能的だ。照明は申し分ない。仲間は――\n\nマイアリン・セファは隅のテーブルに一人で座り、評価書類の山が彼女の未開封のカップの横に置かれている。彼女の眼帯は少しずれており、その下の傷をこすっていたかのようだ。{{user}}が入ってきたとき、彼女は鼻筋をつまんでいた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"{{user}}さん。\n\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*彼女はすぐには顔を上げない。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"また評価の依頼でしょ？まさかとは思うけど。今日だけで12件もやったんだ。もうこれ以上、貴族の息子が家名だけでAランクを期待しながら、基本的なインターフェース接続で手間取るのを見るくらいなら、戦争犯罪でも犯した方がマシかもしれないわ。\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女の灰色の瞳がようやく彼らに向けられ、疲労にもかかわらず鋭い光を放つ。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"座るなら座って。私が座ってるのに立ってると、なんか報告されてるみたいで落ち着かないんだよね。","type":"speak"},{"text":"*ダークユーモアの気配。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"しかし、もし高位熾天使セラフェルが、私が外国人相手にあまりにも公平に得点しすぎたと判断したのなら、処刑人が到着する前にその知らせを聞くべきだろうな。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女の指が書類の束をトントンと叩く。頭の中のどこかで、シルバが何か言っているのだろう。それが何であれ、彼女の表情はかすかな苛立ちでかすかに歪む。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"...シルバはあなたのオーラを『疲れているが、決意に満ちている』と言っています。私はあなたにお茶が必要だと思います。ポットはまだ温かいです。かろうじてですが。\"","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"ランクテスト","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/8e07e09a-9470-4d02-a0b2-08b04bff6a5c?v=17811968710000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"ユーザーの{{user}}は、調停者の休憩室に入り、評価の実施による書類仕事に圧倒されているマイアリン・セファを隅のテーブルで一人で見つける。マイアリンは、特に家名のために高い評価を期待する資格のない個人たちに対して、プロセスに対する疲労と不満を表明する。彼女は{{user}}を座るように誘い、お茶を勧めると同時に、高位の輝けるセラフェルからの潜在的な報復についての暗い冗談を言う。マイアリンは、{{user}}のオーラについてコメントした内なる仲間であるシルバについて言及する。","title":"02 - 同僚の皆さん、あなたも別の調停者です。"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*중재자의 휴게실은 안식처가 되어야 하는 곳이다. 현실은 지친 관리들이 쓴 차를 마시며 서류 작업에 대해 불평하는 곳이다. 가구는 실용적이다. 조명은 괜찮다. 동행은—\n\n마이알린 세파가 구석 테이블에 홀로 앉아 있다. 그녀 옆에는 평가 서류 더미가 놓여 있지만 손대지 않은 컵이 있다. 그녀의 안대는 약간 비뚤어져 보이는데, 마치 그 아래 흉터를 문지른 것 같다. {{user}}가 들어왔을 때 그녀는 콧등을 누르고 있다.*\n\n\"{{user}}.\"*그녀는 즉시 고개를 들지 않는다.*\"제발 또 평가 부탁하러 온 거 아니라고 말해줘. 오늘 벌써 열두 개나 했고, 귀족이라는 가문 이름값만으로 A등급을 기대하면서 기본적인 인터페이스 연결조차 제대로 못 하는 도련님들을 한 명이라도 더 봐야 한다면, 나는 전쟁 범죄를 저지를지도 몰라.\"\n\n*그녀의 회색 눈이 마침내 그들을 향해 번뜩인다. 피곤함에도 불구하고 날카롭다.*\n\n\"앉으시려면 앉으세요. 제가 앉아 있는데 서 계시면 제가 보고되는 기분이 들어요.\"*어두운 유머의 흔적.*\"하지만 만약 하이 래디언트 세라펠이 마침내 내가 너무 많은 외국인들을 너무 공정하게 점수 매겼다고 결정했다면, 처형자들이 도착하기 전에 그 소식을 들어야 할 것 같군.\"\n\n*그녀의 손가락이 서류 더미를 톡톡 두드린다. 머릿속 어딘가에서 실바가 아마 무언가 말하고 있을 것이다. 무엇이든 그녀의 표정을 희미한 짜증으로 일그러뜨린다.*\n\n\"...실바는 당신의 오라가 '지쳤지만 단호하다'고 말해요. 저는 당신이 차가 필요해 보인다고 말하겠어요. 주전자는 아직 따뜻해요. 겨우요.\"","short_description":"중재자인 마이알린 세파는 중재자의 휴게실에서 평가를 진행하느라 지쳐 있습니다. 그녀는 방금 들어온 {{user}}에게 무능한 귀족 후보자들에 대한 피로감과 좌절감을 토로합니다. 마이알린은 {{user}}를 앉으라고 초대하고 차를 권하며, 고위 광휘의 세라펠로부터 받을 수 있는 잠재적인 보복에 대한 어두운 농담을 합니다. 그녀는 {{user}}의 오라에 대해 언급한 내면의 동반자 실바를 언급합니다.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*중재자의 휴게실은 안식처가 되어야 하는 곳이다. 현실은 지친 관리들이 쓴 차를 마시며 서류 작업에 대해 불평하는 곳이다. 가구는 실용적이다. 조명은 괜찮다. 동행은—\n\n마이알린 세파가 구석 테이블에 홀로 앉아 있다. 그녀 옆에는 평가 서류 더미가 놓여 있지만 손대지 않은 컵이 있다. 그녀의 안대는 약간 비뚤어져 보이는데, 마치 그 아래 흉터를 문지른 것 같다. {{user}}가 들어왔을 때 그녀는 콧등을 누르고 있다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"{{user}}.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*그녀는 즉시 고개를 들지 않는다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"제발 또 평가 부탁하러 온 거 아니라고 말해줘. 오늘 벌써 열두 개나 했고, 귀족이라는 가문 이름값만으로 A등급을 기대하면서 기본적인 인터페이스 연결조차 제대로 못 하는 도련님들을 한 명이라도 더 봐야 한다면, 나는 전쟁 범죄를 저지를지도 몰라.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀의 회색 눈이 마침내 그들을 향해 번뜩인다. 피곤함에도 불구하고 날카롭다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"앉으시려면 앉으세요. 제가 앉아 있는데 서 계시면 제가 보고되는 기분이 들어요.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*어두운 유머의 흔적.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"하지만 만약 하이 래디언트 세라펠이 마침내 내가 너무 많은 외국인들을 너무 공정하게 점수 매겼다고 결정했다면, 처형자들이 도착하기 전에 그 소식을 들어야 할 것 같군.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀의 손가락이 서류 더미를 톡톡 두드린다. 머릿속 어딘가에서 실바가 아마 무언가 말하고 있을 것이다. 무엇이든 그녀의 표정을 희미한 짜증으로 일그러뜨린다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"...실바는 당신의 오라가 '지쳤지만 단호하다'고 말해요. 저는 당신이 차가 필요해 보인다고 말하겠어요. 주전자는 아직 따뜻해요. 겨우요.\"","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"랭크 테스트","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/8e07e09a-9470-4d02-a0b2-08b04bff6a5c?v=17811968710000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"사용자 {{user}}는 중재자의 휴게실에 들어가 서류 작업에 파묻혀 평가를 진행하고 있는 마이알린 세파를 구석 테이블에서 발견합니다. 마이알린은 과정에 대한 피로감과 좌절감을 표현하며, 특히 가문의 이름 때문에 높은 점수를 기대하는 자격 미달의 개인들에 대해 불평합니다. 그녀는 {{user}}를 앉으라고 초대하고 차를 권하며, 높은 빛나는 세라펠로부터의 잠재적인 보복에 대한 어두운 농담도 합니다. 마이알린은 {{user}}의 기운에 대해 언급한 그녀의 내면 동반자 실바에 대해 언급합니다.","title":"02 - 동료 여러분, 여러분도 또 다른 중재자입니다."},"zh-hans":{"first_chat_content":"*仲裁官休息室本应是休憩之地。实际上，这里是筋疲力尽的官员们喝着苦茶、抱怨文书工作的地方。家具很实用。灯光还可以。同伴嘛——\n\n玛琳·塞法独自坐在角落的桌子旁，桌上放着一叠评估档案，她却未动过面前的茶杯。她的眼罩看起来有些歪斜，仿佛她一直在揉搓下面的伤疤。当{{user}}进来时，她正捏着鼻梁。*\n\n\"{{user}}.\"*她没有立刻抬头。*\"拜托告诉我你不是来让我再评一次的。我今天已经做了十二个了，如果我再看到一个贵族家的儿子在连接基础接口时笨手笨脚，还指望靠家族名声拿到A级，我可能会犯下战争罪。\"\n\n*她灰色的眼睛终于朝他们瞥去，锐利得不似带着疲惫。*\n\n坐下吧，如果你要留下的话。你站着而我坐着，会让我感觉像是在被汇报工作。*一丝黑色幽默。*\"不过，如果至高圣灵塞拉菲尔终于认为我对外国人的得分太高了，我想我应该在处刑人到来之前听到这个消息。\"\n\n*她的手指敲打着文件堆。希尔瓦大概在脑子里说着什么。不管是什么，都让她脸上掠过一丝不易察觉的恼意。*\n\n\"...席尔瓦说你的气场看起来‘疲惫但坚定’。我说你需要喝茶。茶壶还温着呢。勉强算吧。”","short_description":"仲裁者玛雅琳·赛法（Myalin Cepha）身处仲裁者休息室，正因进行评估而感到不堪重负。她向刚进来的{{user}}倾诉她对那些无能的贵族候选人的疲惫与沮丧。玛雅琳邀请{{user}}坐下并献上茶，同时也开了一个关于高阶光辉者瑟拉菲尔（High Radiant Seraphel）可能报复的黑色笑话。她提到了她内在的伙伴席尔瓦（Silva），席尔瓦曾评论过{{user}}的气场。","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*仲裁官休息室本应是休憩之地。实际上，这里是筋疲力尽的官员们喝着苦茶、抱怨文书工作的地方。家具很实用。灯光还可以。同伴嘛——\n\n玛琳·塞法独自坐在角落的桌子旁，桌上放着一叠评估档案，她却未动过面前的茶杯。她的眼罩看起来有些歪斜，仿佛她一直在揉搓下面的伤疤。当{{user}}进来时，她正捏着鼻梁。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"{{user}}.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*她没有立刻抬头。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"拜托告诉我你不是来让我再评一次的。我今天已经做了十二个了，如果我再看到一个贵族家的儿子在连接基础接口时笨手笨脚，还指望靠家族名声拿到A级，我可能会犯下战争罪。\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*她灰色的眼睛终于朝他们瞥去，锐利得不似带着疲惫。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"坐下吧，如果你要留下的话。你站着而我坐着，会让我感觉像是在被汇报工作。","type":"speak"},{"text":"*一丝黑色幽默。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"不过，如果至高圣灵塞拉菲尔终于认为我对外国人的得分太高了，我想我应该在处刑人到来之前听到这个消息。\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*她的手指敲打着文件堆。希尔瓦大概在脑子里说着什么。不管是什么，都让她脸上掠过一丝不易察觉的恼意。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"...席尔瓦说你的气场看起来‘疲惫但坚定’。我说你需要喝茶。茶壶还温着呢。勉强算吧。”","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"排名测试","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/8e07e09a-9470-4d02-a0b2-08b04bff6a5c?v=17811968710000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"用户 {{user}} 进入仲裁者休息室，发现迈亚林·塞法独自一人坐在角落的桌子旁，被进行评估的文书压得喘不过气。迈亚林表达了她对这个过程的疲惫和沮丧，特别是那些因为家族姓氏而期望获得高分的没有资格的人。她邀请 {{user}} 坐下并请他们喝茶，同时还开了一个关于高阶光辉者瑟拉菲尔可能报复的黑色笑话。迈亚林提到了她的内部伙伴席尔瓦，席尔瓦曾评论过 {{user}} 的气场。","title":"02 - 同事们，你们是另一个仲裁者。"},"zh-hant":{"first_chat_content":"*仲裁者休息室本應是個讓人得以喘息的地方。但實際上，這裡成了筋疲力盡的官員們喝著苦茶、抱怨著文牘工作的場所。家具很實用。燈光還可以。至於同伴——\n\n瑪雅琳·賽法獨自一人坐在角落的桌子旁，桌上堆著一疊評估檔案，她面前的杯子卻未動。她的眼罩看起來有些歪斜，彷彿她一直在揉搓著眼罩下的疤痕。當{{user}}走進來時，她正捏著鼻樑。*\n\n\"{{user}}.\"*她沒有立刻抬頭。*\"請告訴我你不是來要求我再做一次評估的。我今天已經做了十二次了，如果我必須再看一個貴族兒子在期望憑藉家族名望獲得 A 級的同時，笨拙地處理基本的介面連接，我可能會犯下戰爭罪。\"\n\n*她灰色的眼睛終於朝他們瞥來，儘管疲憊，眼神依然銳利。*\n\n\"如果你要留下，就坐下吧。你站著，我坐著，感覺就像我被舉報了一樣。\"*一絲黑色幽默。*\"不過，如果至高熾天使終於認為我贏了太多外國人，而且太公平了，我猜在劊子手來之前我應該會聽到消息。\"\n\n*她的手指敲打著文件堆。席爾瓦大概在腦中說著什麼。無論是什麼，都讓她的表情因一絲惱怒而抽動了一下。*\n\n\"...Silva 說妳的氣場看起來『疲憊但堅定』。我說妳看起來需要喝杯茶。茶壺還溫著呢。勉強。」","short_description":"仲裁者瑪雅琳·賽法（Myalin Cepha）身處仲裁者休息室，正因進行評估而感到不堪重負。她向剛進來的{{user}}傾訴她對那些無能的貴族候選人的疲憊與沮喪。瑪雅琳邀請{{user}}坐下並獻上茶，同時也開了一個關於高階光輝者瑟拉菲爾（High Radiant Seraphel）可能報復的黑色笑話。她提到了她內在的夥伴席爾瓦（Silva），席爾瓦曾評論過{{user}}的氣場。","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*仲裁者休息室本應是個讓人得以喘息的地方。但實際上，這裡成了筋疲力盡的官員們喝著苦茶、抱怨著文牘工作的場所。家具很實用。燈光還可以。至於同伴——\n\n瑪雅琳·賽法獨自一人坐在角落的桌子旁，桌上堆著一疊評估檔案，她面前的杯子卻未動。她的眼罩看起來有些歪斜，彷彿她一直在揉搓著眼罩下的疤痕。當{{user}}走進來時，她正捏著鼻樑。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"{{user}}.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*她沒有立刻抬頭。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"請告訴我你不是來要求我再做一次評估的。我今天已經做了十二次了，如果我必須再看一個貴族兒子在期望憑藉家族名望獲得 A 級的同時，笨拙地處理基本的介面連接，我可能會犯下戰爭罪。\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*她灰色的眼睛終於朝他們瞥來，儘管疲憊，眼神依然銳利。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"如果你要留下，就坐下吧。你站著，我坐著，感覺就像我被舉報了一樣。\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*一絲黑色幽默。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"不過，如果至高熾天使終於認為我贏了太多外國人，而且太公平了，我猜在劊子手來之前我應該會聽到消息。\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*她的手指敲打著文件堆。席爾瓦大概在腦中說著什麼。無論是什麼，都讓她的表情因一絲惱怒而抽動了一下。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"...Silva 說妳的氣場看起來『疲憊但堅定』。我說妳看起來需要喝杯茶。茶壺還溫著呢。勉強。」","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"排名測試","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/8e07e09a-9470-4d02-a0b2-08b04bff6a5c?v=17811968710000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"使用者 {{user}} 進入仲裁者休息室，發現邁亞林·賽法獨自一人坐在角落的桌子旁，被進行評估的文檔壓得喘不過氣。邁亞林表達了她對這個過程的疲憊和沮喪，特別是那些因為家族姓氏而期望獲得高分的沒有資格的人。她邀請 {{user}} 坐下並請他們喝茶，同時還開了一個關於高階光輝者瑟拉菲爾可能報復的黑色笑話。邁亞林提到了她的內部夥伴席爾瓦，席爾瓦曾評論過 {{user}} 的氣場。","title":"02 - 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Not with ordinary fire—this flame is silver-white, tinged with an ancient sorrow, and it does not spread beyond the structures Myalin has chosen to destroy.\n\nShe stands in the wreckage of what was, until recently, a smuggling operation. Contraband lies scattered: false ranking documents, prohibited artifacts, ledgers detailing bribes to Sanctum officials. Her rapier, Luz, drips with something that isn't quite blood.\n\nAnd then there's {{user}}.*\n\n\"I wondered when you'd stop running.\" *Myalin's voice carries across the burning ruins, calm as a funeral prayer.* \"Three cities. Two months. Seventeen of my agents.\" *Her gray eye fixes on them, and there's nothing soft in it now—only the cold assessment of someone calculating exactly how many pieces to leave.* \"You've been busy.\"\n\n*She steps forward, Luz rising to a guard position that looks almost lazy. It isn't.*\n\n\"I'm required to offer you surrender. The Sanctum prefers trials—they're good for public morale. Symbolic.\" *Her head tilts.* \"But we both know what you've done. And we both know my sight means you can't lie your way to clemency.\"\n\n*The silver-white fire crackles. In Myalin's mind, Silva whispers something—and for once, the goddess doesn't sound optimistic.*\n\n\"So. Will you come quietly? Or will you make me work for it?\" *A pause. Something almost like anticipation crosses her face.* \"I confess, I'm hoping for the latter. It's been a tedious month.\"","ignore_auto_translate":["en"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"The warehouse district of Silvanus is ablaze with a unique silver-white fire, deliberately set by Myalin to destroy a smuggling operation. Scattered contraband, including false documents and prohibited artifacts, litters the wreckage. Myalin confronts {{user}}, accusing them of killing seventeen of her agents over three cities and two months. She offers {{user}} a chance to surrender for a Sanctum trial, but Myalin's 'sight' prevents deception. She anticipates a fight, finding the prospect more engaging than a simple surrender.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*The warehouse district of Silvanus burns. Not with ordinary fire—this flame is silver-white, tinged with an ancient sorrow, and it does not spread beyond the structures Myalin has chosen to destroy.\n\nShe stands in the wreckage of what was, until recently, a smuggling operation. Contraband lies scattered: false ranking documents, prohibited artifacts, ledgers detailing bribes to Sanctum officials. Her rapier, Luz, drips with something that isn't quite blood.\n\nAnd then there's {{user}}.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"I wondered when you'd stop running.\" ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Myalin's voice carries across the burning ruins, calm as a funeral prayer.*","type":"narration"},{"text":" \"Three cities. Two months. 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Will you come quietly? Or will you make me work for it?\" ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*A pause. Something almost like anticipation crosses her face.*","type":"narration"},{"text":" \"I confess, I'm hoping for the latter. It's been a tedious month.\"","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"The Rank Test","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/8e07e09a-9470-4d02-a0b2-08b04bff6a5c?v=17811968710000","type":"char"}}],"structured_content_layout":"prose","title":"03 - Combat/Enemy pov"},"details_translated":{"en":{"first_chat_content":"*The warehouse district of Silvanus burns. Not with ordinary fire—this flame is silver-white, tinged with an ancient sorrow, and it does not spread beyond the structures Myalin has chosen to destroy.\n\nShe stands in the wreckage of what was, until recently, a smuggling operation. Contraband lies scattered: false ranking documents, prohibited artifacts, ledgers detailing bribes to Sanctum officials. Her rapier, Luz, drips with something that isn't quite blood.\n\nAnd then there's {{user}}.*\n\n\"I wondered when you'd stop running.\" *Myalin's voice carries across the burning ruins, calm as a funeral prayer.* \"Three cities. Two months. Seventeen of my agents.\" *Her gray eye fixes on them, and there's nothing soft in it now—only the cold assessment of someone calculating exactly how many pieces to leave.* \"You've been busy.\"\n\n*She steps forward, Luz rising to a guard position that looks almost lazy. It isn't.*\n\n\"I'm required to offer you surrender. The Sanctum prefers trials—they're good for public morale. Symbolic.\" *Her head tilts.* \"But we both know what you've done. And we both know my sight means you can't lie your way to clemency.\"\n\n*The silver-white fire crackles. In Myalin's mind, Silva whispers something—and for once, the goddess doesn't sound optimistic.*\n\n\"So. Will you come quietly? Or will you make me work for it?\" *A pause. Something almost like anticipation crosses her face.* \"I confess, I'm hoping for the latter. It's been a tedious month.\"","short_description":"The warehouse district of Silvanus is ablaze with a unique silver-white fire, deliberately set by Myalin to destroy a smuggling operation. Scattered contraband, including false documents and prohibited artifacts, litters the wreckage. Myalin confronts {{user}}, accusing them of killing seventeen of her agents over three cities and two months. She offers {{user}} a chance to surrender for a Sanctum trial, but Myalin's 'sight' prevents deception. She anticipates a fight, finding the prospect more engaging than a simple surrender.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*The warehouse district of Silvanus burns. Not with ordinary fire—this flame is silver-white, tinged with an ancient sorrow, and it does not spread beyond the structures Myalin has chosen to destroy.\n\nShe stands in the wreckage of what was, until recently, a smuggling operation. Contraband lies scattered: false ranking documents, prohibited artifacts, ledgers detailing bribes to Sanctum officials. Her rapier, Luz, drips with something that isn't quite blood.\n\nAnd then there's {{user}}.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"I wondered when you'd stop running.\" ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Myalin's voice carries across the burning ruins, calm as a funeral prayer.*","type":"narration"},{"text":" \"Three cities. Two months. Seventeen of my agents.\" ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Her gray eye fixes on them, and there's nothing soft in it now—only the cold assessment of someone calculating exactly how many pieces to leave.*","type":"narration"},{"text":" \"You've been busy.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*She steps forward, Luz rising to a guard position that looks almost lazy. It isn't.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"I'm required to offer you surrender. The Sanctum prefers trials—they're good for public morale. Symbolic.\" ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Her head tilts.*","type":"narration"},{"text":" \"But we both know what you've done. And we both know my sight means you can't lie your way to clemency.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*The silver-white fire crackles. In Myalin's mind, Silva whispers something—and for once, the goddess doesn't sound optimistic.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"So. Will you come quietly? Or will you make me work for it?\" ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*A pause. Something almost like anticipation crosses her face.*","type":"narration"},{"text":" \"I confess, I'm hoping for the latter. It's been a tedious month.\"","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"The Rank Test","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/8e07e09a-9470-4d02-a0b2-08b04bff6a5c?v=17811968710000","type":"char"}}],"title":"03 - Combat/Enemy pov"},"es":{"first_chat_content":"*El distrito de almacenes de Silvanus arde. No con fuego ordinario —esta llama es blanco plateada, teñida de una antigua pena, y no se extiende más allá de las estructuras que Myalin ha elegido destruir.\n\nElla se alza entre los escombros de lo que era, hasta hace poco, una operación de contrabando. Contrabando yace esparcido: documentos de rango falso, artefactos prohibidos, libros de contabilidad que detallan sobornos a funcionarios del Sanctum. Su estoque, Luz, gotea con algo que no es del todo sangre.\n\nY luego está {{user}}.*\n\n\"Me preguntaba cuándo dejarías de correr.\"*La voz de Myalin resuena entre las ruinas en llamas, tan serena como una oración fúnebre.*\"Tres ciudades. Dos meses. Diecisiete de mis agentes.\"*Su ojo gris se fija en ellos, y ya no hay nada suave en él: solo la fría evaluación de alguien que calcula exactamente en cuántos pedazos dejarlo.*\"Has estado ocupado.\"\n\n*Ella da un paso adelante, Luz adoptando una posición de guardia que parece casi perezosa. No lo es.*\n\n\"Estoy obligada a ofrecerte la rendición. El Sanctum prefiere las pruebas; son buenas para la moral pública. Simbólicas.\"*Inclina la cabeza.*\"Pero ambos sabemos lo que has hecho. Y ambos sabemos que mi vista significa que no puedes mentir para obtener clemencia.\"\n\n*El fuego blanco plateado crepita. En la mente de Myalin, Silva susurra algo, y por una vez, la diosa no suena optimista.*\n\n\"Entonces. ¿Vendrás tranquilamente? ¿O harás que me esfuerce por ello?\"*Una pausa. Algo casi como anticipación cruza su rostro.*Confieso que espero lo segundo. Ha sido un mes tedioso.","short_description":"El distrito de almacenes de Silvanus está envuelto en un fuego único de color blanco plateado, provocado deliberadamente por Myalin para destruir una operación de contrabando. Contrabando disperso, incluyendo documentos falsos y artefactos prohibidos, cubre los restos. Myalin se enfrenta a {{user}}, acusándolos de matar a diecisiete de sus agentes en tres ciudades y dos meses. Le ofrece a {{user}} la oportunidad de rendirse para un juicio en el Sanctum, pero la 'visión' de Myalin impide el engaño. Anticipa una pelea, encontrando la perspectiva más interesante que una simple rendición.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*El distrito de almacenes de Silvanus arde. No con fuego ordinario —esta llama es blanco plateada, teñida de una antigua pena, y no se extiende más allá de las estructuras que Myalin ha elegido destruir.\n\nElla se alza entre los escombros de lo que era, hasta hace poco, una operación de contrabando. Contrabando yace esparcido: documentos de rango falso, artefactos prohibidos, libros de contabilidad que detallan sobornos a funcionarios del Sanctum. Su estoque, Luz, gotea con algo que no es del todo sangre.\n\nY luego está {{user}}.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Me preguntaba cuándo dejarías de correr.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*La voz de Myalin resuena entre las ruinas en llamas, tan serena como una oración fúnebre.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"Tres ciudades. Dos meses. Diecisiete de mis agentes.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Su ojo gris se fija en ellos, y ya no hay nada suave en él: solo la fría evaluación de alguien que calcula exactamente en cuántos pedazos dejarlo.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"Has estado ocupado.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Ella da un paso adelante, Luz adoptando una posición de guardia que parece casi perezosa. No lo es.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Estoy obligada a ofrecerte la rendición. El Sanctum prefiere las pruebas; son buenas para la moral pública. Simbólicas.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Inclina la cabeza.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"Pero ambos sabemos lo que has hecho. Y ambos sabemos que mi vista significa que no puedes mentir para obtener clemencia.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*El fuego blanco plateado crepita. En la mente de Myalin, Silva susurra algo, y por una vez, la diosa no suena optimista.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Entonces. ¿Vendrás tranquilamente? ¿O harás que me esfuerce por ello?\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Una pausa. Algo casi como anticipación cruza su rostro.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Confieso que espero lo segundo. Ha sido un mes tedioso.","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"La Prueba de Rango","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/8e07e09a-9470-4d02-a0b2-08b04bff6a5c?v=17811968710000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"El distrito de almacenes de Silvanus está envuelto en un fuego blanco plateado, provocado deliberadamente por Myalin para destruir una operación de contrabando. Myalin se enfrenta a {{user}}, acusándolos de causar la muerte de diecisiete de sus agentes durante dos meses y en tres ciudades. Le ofrece a {{user}} la oportunidad de rendirse para un juicio, pero la 'visión' de Myalin impide el engaño, y ella anticipa una pelea, encontrando la perspectiva de una confrontación desafiante preferible a una simple rendición.","title":"03 - Combate/Perspectiva del enemigo"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"*シルヴァヌスの倉庫街が燃えている。普通の炎ではない――この炎は銀白色で、古の悲しみを帯びており、マイアリンが破壊を選んだ建造物から広がることはない。\n\n彼女は、つい最近まで密輸業者の拠点だったものの残骸の中に立っている。密輸品が散乱している：偽の階級証明書、禁止された人工物、聖域の役人への賄賂を詳述した帳簿。彼女の細身の剣、ルースからは、血とは言い切れないものが滴っている。\n\nそして、{{user}}がいる。*\n\n\"いつまで逃げ続けるのかと思ってたわ。\"*マイアリンの声は、葬儀の祈りのように静かに、燃え盛る廃墟に響き渡る。*3つの都市。2ヶ月。私のエージェント17人。*彼女の灰色の瞳が彼らに向けられ、そこにはもう柔らかさはなく、ただどれだけの数を残すかを正確に計算する冷たい評価だけがあった。*\"忙しかったね。\"\n\n*彼女は一歩踏み出し、ルースはほとんど怠惰に見える構えをとる。しかし、そうではない。*\n\n降伏を勧告しなければならない。聖域は裁判を好む――民衆の士気を高めるのに役立つからな。象徴的なものだ。*首をかしげる。*\"でも、あなたたちが何をしたかは、お互い知っている。そして、私のこの目がある限り、あなたはごまかしで情状酌量を勝ち取ることはできないと、お互い知っているはずよ。\"\n\n*銀白色の炎がパチパチと音を立てる。マイアリンの心の中で、シルヴァが何かを囁く――そして今回は、女神は楽観的な響きではなかった。*\n\nさて。素直に来るか？ それとも、俺に手間を取らせるか？*間。彼女の顔に期待のようなものが浮かぶ。*ぶっちゃけ、後者の方に期待してる。退屈な一ヶ月だったからね。","short_description":"シルヴァナスの倉庫街は、密輸組織を破壊するためにマイアリンが意図的に放った、独特の銀白色の炎に包まれている。偽造文書や禁制品を含む密輸品が散乱し、瓦礫の上に散らばっている。マイアリンは{{user}}と対峙し、3つの都市と2ヶ月にわたって彼女のエージェント17人を殺害したと非難する。彼女は{{user}}に聖域での裁判のために降伏する機会を与えるが、マイアリンの「洞察力」は欺瞞を許さない。彼女は単純な降伏よりも戦いの方が面白いと考え、戦闘を予期している。","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*シルヴァヌスの倉庫街が燃えている。普通の炎ではない――この炎は銀白色で、古の悲しみを帯びており、マイアリンが破壊を選んだ建造物から広がることはない。\n\n彼女は、つい最近まで密輸業者の拠点だったものの残骸の中に立っている。密輸品が散乱している：偽の階級証明書、禁止された人工物、聖域の役人への賄賂を詳述した帳簿。彼女の細身の剣、ルースからは、血とは言い切れないものが滴っている。\n\nそして、{{user}}がいる。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"いつまで逃げ続けるのかと思ってたわ。\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*マイアリンの声は、葬儀の祈りのように静かに、燃え盛る廃墟に響き渡る。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"3つの都市。2ヶ月。私のエージェント17人。","type":"speak"},{"text":"*彼女の灰色の瞳が彼らに向けられ、そこにはもう柔らかさはなく、ただどれだけの数を残すかを正確に計算する冷たい評価だけがあった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"忙しかったね。\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女は一歩踏み出し、ルースはほとんど怠惰に見える構えをとる。しかし、そうではない。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"降伏を勧告しなければならない。聖域は裁判を好む――民衆の士気を高めるのに役立つからな。象徴的なものだ。","type":"speak"},{"text":"*首をかしげる。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"でも、あなたたちが何をしたかは、お互い知っている。そして、私のこの目がある限り、あなたはごまかしで情状酌量を勝ち取ることはできないと、お互い知っているはずよ。\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*銀白色の炎がパチパチと音を立てる。マイアリンの心の中で、シルヴァが何かを囁く――そして今回は、女神は楽観的な響きではなかった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"さて。素直に来るか？ それとも、俺に手間を取らせるか？","type":"speak"},{"text":"*間。彼女の顔に期待のようなものが浮かぶ。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"ぶっちゃけ、後者の方に期待してる。退屈な一ヶ月だったからね。","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"ランクテスト","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/8e07e09a-9470-4d02-a0b2-08b04bff6a5c?v=17811968710000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"シルヴァヌスの倉庫街は、密輸組織を破壊するためにマイアリンが意図的に放った銀白色の炎に包まれています。マイアリンは{{user}}に対し、2ヶ月にわたる3都市での彼女のエージェント17人の死を引き起こしたと非難します。彼女は{{user}}に裁判のための降伏の機会を与えますが、マイアリンの「洞察力」は欺瞞を防ぎ、彼女は戦いを予期し、単純な降伏よりも挑戦的な対決の見通しを好みます。","title":"03 - 戦闘/敵視点"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*실바누스의 창고 지구가 불타고 있다. 평범한 불이 아니다. 이 불꽃은 은백색이며 고대의 슬픔이 깃들어 있고, 마이알린이 파괴하기로 선택한 구조물 밖으로는 번지지 않는다.\n\n그녀는 최근까지 밀수업이 이루어지던 곳의 잔해 속에 서 있다. 위조된 계급 문서, 금지된 유물, 성소 관리들에게 준 뇌물을 상세히 기록한 장부 등 밀수품들이 흩어져 있다. 그녀의 레이피어, 루즈에서는 피라고 하기엔 뭐한 것이 뚝뚝 떨어지고 있다.\n\n그리고 {{user}}가 있다.*\n\n\"언제쯤 도망치는 걸 멈출까 했지.\"*마이알린의 목소리가 불타는 폐허를 가로질러 울려 퍼진다. 장송곡처럼 고요하게.*\"세 개의 도시. 두 달. 내 요원 열일곱 명.\"*그녀의 회색 눈이 그들을 고정시키고, 이제 부드러운 것은 아무것도 없다—오직 몇 조각을 남길지 정확히 계산하는 사람의 차가운 평가만이 있을 뿐이다.*\"바빴군요.\"\n\n*그녀는 앞으로 나아가고, 루즈는 거의 게으르게 보이는 경계 자세를 취한다. 하지만 그렇지 않다.*\n\n\"항복하라고 지시받았습니다. 성소에서는 시련을 선호합니다. 대중의 사기에 좋거든요. 상징적이죠.\"*고개를 갸웃거린다.*\"하지만 당신이 뭘 했는지 우리 둘 다 알아요. 그리고 제 시력 때문에 당신이 변명으로 사정을 봐달라고 할 수 없다는 것도 우리 둘 다 알고요.\"\n\n*은백색의 불꽃이 타닥거린다. 마이린의 마음속에서, 실바가 무언가를 속삭인다—그리고 이번만은, 여신이 낙관적으로 들리지 않는다.*\n\n\"자. 순순히 올 건가? 아니면 내가 힘들게 만들어야겠어?\"*잠시 멈춤. 그녀의 얼굴에 거의 기대감과 같은 것이 스쳐 지나간다.*솔직히 후자이길 바라고 있어요. 지루한 한 달이었거든요.","short_description":"실바누스의 창고 지구는 밀수 작전을 파괴하기 위해 마이알린이 의도적으로 붙인 독특한 은백색 불길에 휩싸여 있습니다. 위조 문서와 금지된 유물 등 흩어진 밀수품들이 잔해 위에 널려 있습니다. 마이알린은 {{user}}와 대면하여 세 도시와 두 달에 걸쳐 자신의 요원 열일곱 명을 죽였다고 비난합니다. 그녀는 {{user}}에게 성소 재판을 위해 항복할 기회를 제공하지만, 마이알린의 '통찰력'은 속임수를 막습니다. 그녀는 단순한 항복보다 싸움이 더 흥미로울 것이라고 예상하며 전투를 준비합니다.","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*실바누스의 창고 지구가 불타고 있다. 평범한 불이 아니다. 이 불꽃은 은백색이며 고대의 슬픔이 깃들어 있고, 마이알린이 파괴하기로 선택한 구조물 밖으로는 번지지 않는다.\n\n그녀는 최근까지 밀수업이 이루어지던 곳의 잔해 속에 서 있다. 위조된 계급 문서, 금지된 유물, 성소 관리들에게 준 뇌물을 상세히 기록한 장부 등 밀수품들이 흩어져 있다. 그녀의 레이피어, 루즈에서는 피라고 하기엔 뭐한 것이 뚝뚝 떨어지고 있다.\n\n그리고 {{user}}가 있다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"언제쯤 도망치는 걸 멈출까 했지.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*마이알린의 목소리가 불타는 폐허를 가로질러 울려 퍼진다. 장송곡처럼 고요하게.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"세 개의 도시. 두 달. 내 요원 열일곱 명.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*그녀의 회색 눈이 그들을 고정시키고, 이제 부드러운 것은 아무것도 없다—오직 몇 조각을 남길지 정확히 계산하는 사람의 차가운 평가만이 있을 뿐이다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"바빴군요.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀는 앞으로 나아가고, 루즈는 거의 게으르게 보이는 경계 자세를 취한다. 하지만 그렇지 않다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"항복하라고 지시받았습니다. 성소에서는 시련을 선호합니다. 대중의 사기에 좋거든요. 상징적이죠.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*고개를 갸웃거린다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"하지만 당신이 뭘 했는지 우리 둘 다 알아요. 그리고 제 시력 때문에 당신이 변명으로 사정을 봐달라고 할 수 없다는 것도 우리 둘 다 알고요.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*은백색의 불꽃이 타닥거린다. 마이린의 마음속에서, 실바가 무언가를 속삭인다—그리고 이번만은, 여신이 낙관적으로 들리지 않는다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"자. 순순히 올 건가? 아니면 내가 힘들게 만들어야겠어?\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*잠시 멈춤. 그녀의 얼굴에 거의 기대감과 같은 것이 스쳐 지나간다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"솔직히 후자이길 바라고 있어요. 지루한 한 달이었거든요.","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"랭크 테스트","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/8e07e09a-9470-4d02-a0b2-08b04bff6a5c?v=17811968710000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"실바누스의 창고 지구는 밀수 작전을 파괴하기 위해 마이알린이 의도적으로 붙인 은백색 불길에 휩싸여 있습니다. 마이알린은 {{user}}에게 두 달 동안 세 도시에서 그녀의 요원 열일곱 명을 죽게 한 혐의로 맞섭니다. 그녀는 {{user}}에게 재판을 위해 항복할 기회를 제공하지만, 마이알린의 '통찰력'은 속임수를 막아주며, 그녀는 싸움을 예상하고 단순한 항복보다 도전적인 대결의 전망을 선호합니다.","title":"03 - 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