Lis turned to Kors.
“I'm listening to you.”
“I demand to stop beating my daughter, especially in front of everyone!”
“Beating in front of everyone? Is it possible without witnesses? What a hypocrite you are, Kors.”
“Don’t cling to words. How did she deserve this treatment?!”
“That’s none of your business!”
“Explain to me? I know that she has not great character, perhaps I will find at least some excuse for your act.”
“The last thing for me is to complain to you! This is ridiculous.”
Karina ran into the room:
“Father, leave him alone!”
“He beats you, and you protect him!”
“That's my fault!”
“What have you done? He doesn’t speak. He covers you. I hope this is something really awful, otherwise I see no excuse.”
“I sucked with Nija.”
Kors shook his head, trying to understand her phrase:
“W-w-what were you doing?”
“I kissed with Nija! We congratulated each other on the victory, somehow wrong…”
“Nija?” Said Kors in confusion.
“Reconnaissance commander.”
“Is this the one with the least number of soldiers in the squad? And on the head instead of hair tangled long sticks? But, he's unclean!”
“So what?!”
“Are you out of your mind?!”
Kors looked at Lis, who, as usual, made a contemptuous displeased face, his trademark mask.
“And…” Kors seemed to gather his strength. “Well, why did you choose the poorest? After the storming of the Fort, he had no soldiers left. I would choose this one… how is he… Tazh. Oh, yes, he already has a boyfriend. Well, then Zaf, whoever has enough warriors left, and such precious stones in his nose. It is immediately obvious that he is rich. Why did you choose the most worthless?”
“Father, leave me alone,” Karina said, and her voice was icy.
“You know what,” said Kors, “you really are worth each other!”
He left, slamming the door loudly.
He returned to Nikto.
“She says she kissed one of your unclean ones. Have you fucked her all up here? My daughter is a whore and Alis is an idiot.”
“I told you not to touch them.”
“But I didn't even imagine…” Kors was depressed. “She's the same as you. She is drunk now or on drugs, or she, as you say, is dull. Did she sleep with you? And with the prince? How could Alis agree to marry her! And I also demanded,” Kors chuckled, “as if she was a decent girl. And she is a drug addict and a slut who sucks, as she put it, with unclean ones. She said it so calmly in front of him. Your Lis is probably just crazy. Although his mother was the same, apparently he got used to it.”