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GULGALLANA
[when you insert the key and open the door, you'll find inside the room looks like a small room—you can hear noises of the bustling life outside, as well as other people beyond the thin walls. the space bends on the walls, and a basket sits on the table with a blanket folded into it.
inside, a baby stirs restlessly - you hope she goes back to sleep soon, and you play your flute in hopes of lulling her back to sleep. unfortunately, a sharp knock sounds from the ceiling - the tenants upstairs don't like what you're doing. you take a more drastic measure, singing softly to your baby as you rock the basket back and forth and hope the tenants don't complain again.]
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[slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby cries, and in turn, the upstairs tenants knock at your ceiling again; she finds her way to your flute, tooting happily though no noise comes out; a little toddler, she becomes attached to a stray cat; you decline her request, and she storms out to run away for a little while as you regret; she returns, covered in cat hair and ignores everything you say; then the wall becomes opaque.]
[in the corner of the room, a young girl the age of 10 crouches, looking away from you. she holds a cat in her arms, petting the creature constantly.]
[you wish you could have done better for your baby girl. but this is what you love to do and maybe you'll get a gig that pays well enough that you two can move out of this shithole - hopefully. you tried your best to rear her, but with how infrequent you're in the house, working odd jobs in the day and performing at the pub at night, you're not sure anymore. you know she is capable of anything if she puts her mind to it - even becoming a princess. but you also know it's not easy to become a princess - then again, if anything your little tyke is tough. thankfully, you've emergency savings - for her schooling, of course. you have a lot of regrets, but maybe it's not too late.]
inside, a baby stirs restlessly - you hope she goes back to sleep soon, and you play your flute in hopes of lulling her back to sleep. unfortunately, a sharp knock sounds from the ceiling - the tenants upstairs don't like what you're doing. you take a more drastic measure, singing softly to your baby as you rock the basket back and forth and hope the tenants don't complain again.]
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[slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby cries, and in turn, the upstairs tenants knock at your ceiling again; she finds her way to your flute, tooting happily though no noise comes out; a little toddler, she becomes attached to a stray cat; you decline her request, and she storms out to run away for a little while as you regret; she returns, covered in cat hair and ignores everything you say; then the wall becomes opaque.]
[in the corner of the room, a young girl the age of 10 crouches, looking away from you. she holds a cat in her arms, petting the creature constantly.]
[you wish you could have done better for your baby girl. but this is what you love to do and maybe you'll get a gig that pays well enough that you two can move out of this shithole - hopefully. you tried your best to rear her, but with how infrequent you're in the house, working odd jobs in the day and performing at the pub at night, you're not sure anymore. you know she is capable of anything if she puts her mind to it - even becoming a princess. but you also know it's not easy to become a princess - then again, if anything your little tyke is tough. thankfully, you've emergency savings - for her schooling, of course. you have a lot of regrets, but maybe it's not too late.]
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Of course, I will also be taking the opportunity to turn as many people in this town against him. Would you look at that? He believes he is so superior to us that he has the right to do whatever he wants?
Let's start a proper rebellion. I'll be using all the tactics I've taught my daughter, as well as some more fun tricks... We know chemistry, do we not? Let's make an explosive going away present for our noble. Of course, I'll be sneaking my daughter out of town before things break out. And promising her we'll definitely avenge her cat.
Re: [!]
You've managed to overturn the opinion of the town—along with the help of your like-minded daughter, of course. She and you both whisper rumors about how others are next, how the noble is going after many others, how you are merely an innocent victim and how the consequences most certainly won't stop with your banishment.
When you leave, you leave to live at a humble, small town—it doesn't have the same things as your old hometown, but it's ruled by a kind-hearted noble, one who'd previously been a knight.
You have not been to your hometown since, but you have heard rumors—things like how the nobleman was strung up like a certain cat, and the rebellion was so great that the royal military had to intervene. Ridiculous things like that—either way, you've gotten what you wanted.