Conversation at Dawn

Another sleepless night, and again the dawn begins to light up over the mountains, and the warrior-monk, kneeling in a small room in which a prayer house was organized, spoke again with the All-Merciful Sigmar. Over and over he wondered:

- How can I live now, the order of the All-father to bring this world under his arm was fulfilled, the false goddess was destroyed, my allies and friends, what can I hide now, Luke and Alipheese set off on a journey around the world. To be honest, on a honeymoon trip, and I stayed here in the village of Yamatai. Only now there is no occupation for me here, and life has become insipid. I spent two of my lives in the war, in the third life again the war, but with its end, the feeling that I have become superfluous does not leave me. What can you do? Well, Franz the Gloomy does not know how to live a peaceful life, and even if I knew how, so what? Now everyone will play weddings and have fun, celebrate victory, and who needs a cripple like me? You think correctly, no one, one leg is taken off to the knee, a torn scar runs through the whole face. But I’ve sat in my cell for some time, I’ll go outside, at lunchtime I have to read a sermon in the newly built church, soon this place will be full of pilgrims, I never thought that the new faith would become popular so quickly, although a miracle was revealed and not one, but people have always been greedy for them.

Then the door creaked and Franz the Gloomy came out of the cell, a man about thirty years old, tall, powerful build, with a shaved head on a bald head, a swollen, torn scar crossed his face, it started from the right temple and ended on the left cheekbone, dressed as a warrior monk was in a black cassock, over which a saggrata descended, a gilded fabric covering the shoulders, on which litanies were displayed. Leaning on a hammer and tapping with a prosthesis, the sigmarite went downstairs and, finding in the kitchen supplies of some kind of booze, went out into the street. The dawn only faintly flared up over the tops of the mountains, the coolness of the night was still felt in the air, but the warrior and the priest were not worried about it, sitting in a wicker chair, he picked up the cork with a knife and the aroma of good wine immediately floated through the garden, but the man was it spit a long sip and a heavy sigh welcomed the dawning dawn. Meanwhile, in the other half of the house Tamamo-no-Mae was preparing for the service in the fox temple, after the fall of Ilias, she did not see the point in disguising her true form, the only thing that saddened her a little was that one shaved block in her head, Probably, there were only litanies to their God and skills hammered into the subcortex, stubbornly did not notice her, although if someone asked the kitsune what attracted this person to her, she probably could hardly say. Singing a certain cheerful song, Tamamo went to the exit from the house and then her heart pricked with a vague alarm and she said under her breath:

- First Monster Lord, if only he did nothing wrong again.

Sniffing, Tamamo grabbed her head, the aroma of one of the most expensive wines prepared for the morning celebration floated through the garden, but, apparently, the wine will definitely not live up to this moment. Grabbing the yukata, one of the four heavenly knights rushed to the part of the garden that overlooked the priest's habitat.

Meanwhile, Franz the Gloomy, slightly wincing, drank the second jug, while not ceasing to tap some kind of march on the top of the hammer. As soon as the man's mood began to improve, an angry kitsune appeared in front of him:

- Franz, again you are for your own, but what is it that not a day you are with a jug, maybe you will start behaving, as befits your age and experience?

The warrior-priest, silently arched an eyebrow and glancing at Tamamo, sighed, unhooking a mug from his belt, he silently filled it with wine and handed one of the ancestors, taken aback by such an action:

- Tami, beauty, sit in the second chair, calm down and let's calmly meet the dawn.

The voice of the servant of the silver hammer was tired, quiet and a little begging, with an equally heavy sigh Tamamo-no-Mae sat down next to the priest and silently took a sip. A very strange couple sat in the garden and silently contemplated the sunrise.

Finally, the natural fox's curiosity could not stand it and the kitsune, tugging the priest by the sleeve, asked:

- Franz, what has come over you again? You are alive, you have fulfilled the order of your God, you were left in this world, so maybe you will stop tormenting your soul and start living, find a wife, do what you love, or if you cannot sit in one place so wander and preach with you it doesn't work out badly.

With a chuckle, the Gloomy once again venerated to the jug and muttered:

- Yeah, just a week ago someone said that flies die from my sermons and make them sleepy, but what about my wife? Tami, nine-tailed sun, tell me please, maybe you didn't look at me well, or you've already smoked something cunning in the morning, and I'm now a handsome prince? Or maybe you thought I could regrow a burnt limb? Well, who needs me, to all Slaaneshev fucks?

Having said this, the man turned to the kitsune so that his scar was visible and grinned, which made his face even more unpleasant and frightening. Tamamo, once again sighed and following the example of the priest took a sip, gathered her thoughts and lowered her mug on the table next to her chair, continued:

- Oh you know Franzi, you are sometimes so funny how to go out alone against dozens of chimeras, so you cannot be stopped, how can you close me, my pupil, her beloved and my friends with yourself, so you have passed so much energy of faith through yourself that in theory you should was there on the spot to burn out, but how to turn on the brain and think a little, so you immediately pretend to be a boot or a Luke and you don't have to continue any further.

And then all over the house of Tamamo, there was a loud laugh, gradually breaking into a howl.

Laughing and pouring the rest of the wine into his throat, Franz replied:

- Oh, Tami, you are my dear creation, I liked your comparison of Luka with a boot, it's just something, the only thing, your speech before that scares me a little, but if we decided to play wabank, then ...

The warrior paused for a while, gathering his thoughts, and then hanging from the chair, he grabbed the kitsune in his arms, pulled her out of the chair and transplanted her into his lap, began combing her tails, finishing the thought:

- Tami, I have long loved you, and I myself asked that they leave me in this world, since it would be disgusting to drag you into my own, but if we have already reached this conversation, Fox, will you stay with me to while away the century, in the role of the wife?

Squealing in surprise, when Franz pulled her out of the chair and transplanted her to him, Tamamo already wanted to give him a stern rebuke, but before she had time to say anything, this ill-mannered blockhead began to paw her beautiful tails and only that saved the Dark One from reprisal that the kitsune heard his words. Filled with paint to the very ears, the nine-tailed fox, pressed closer to this strange, but still loved by her person. The long kiss ended only when the lovers were out of breath. The dawn over the village flared up brighter and brighter, gradually ordinary people and mammon woke up. Only two were quietly sitting in the same chair and were in no hurry. And why should they hurry, if Franz the Gloomy and Tamamo-no-Mae had an eternity ahead.