oppositum [a (maybe) Nikolai Lantsov story] (currently being reviewed)

VI

For those who did not understand or who doubt the fact that Nix can make water change state by "cooling" the atmosphere. Well, it is possible, just complicated to do. It's the opposite of sublimation, so it's reverse sublimation. I put you the table in media, and we can see that we can pass from gas to solid it is necessary to lower the temperature at a certain level as well as the pressure. I'm sorry to have made you a kind of physics course, but some people around me pointed out that it could be incomprehensible for people who don't know.
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"Are you injured? There's glass everywhere."
"I'm fine Slezy. Nothing serious."

His eyes fell on the ice in Nix's hands.

"Where did you get that ice?"

Nix set the ice on the table and tried to look nonchalant.

"Oh uh, in the back kitchen. I had a headache and thought a little ice would help."

Slezy moved slowly to block the exit from his body and his hand gently found the pommel of his sword.

"Slezy. What are you doing?"
"There's no coolant on board. Who are you?"
"Come on, it's me. Nix Grimjer."
"No. You can't be. Our princess is not a Grisha. And she is right now with Kix."
"What? Wait-"

She didn't have time to finish her sentence, Slezy was already attacking her.
She narrowly avoided him and before he could attack her again, Nix put a hand in front of her and began to speak as if she had not a human in front of her but an animal.

"Look Slezy, there must be a problem of understanding. I'm grisha. But I am the real princess of Fjerda."
"That's not true! Our princess would rather have killed herself than be a monster."
"Believe me, I have tried to make my nature disappear. But no matter what I do, these damn powers come back to bite me in the ass."

She abandoned any posture that might make her even more dangerous than she was in Slezy's eyes. She relaxed her muscles, which had been tense until then as if she were ready to jump on her opponent, and casually ran a hand through her hair.

'I'll take care of him and then I'll go see if what he says is true about "I" being up there with Kix.'

"Where were you when I fell?"
"Right here. I was helping the cook."
"So that's why..."
"For what?"
"You didn't see me use my gift. What if I offered to go question the crew about my powers?"
"Questioning Koira won't change my mind. He may very well be an impostor as well."
"As you wish, Slezy."

He nodded, a pleased smile on his lips.

"So we have a deal. If my comrades claim that the princess of Fjerda is grisha, then I will believe them. Then you will have to prove that you are the real Nix Grimjer."

Nix let a sigh of relief escape her.

"But nothing has been proven yet. So you remain a threat to me."

He waved her forward. No sooner had they arrived in the cool air, than he grabbed her shoulder and dragged her toward Sturmhond. The latter, when he saw them coming towards him, came to meet them.

"Nix! Slezy! We were looking for you! It's your turn next game!"

He then addressed a complicit wink to Nix. She noticed that his perfect hairstyle had been shaken a bit and he was missing his jacket.

"And I won mine, my dear. One step closer to your defeat against me!"

His smile fell as he noticed the tension between the two people in front of him.