“Igmer’s army squeezed us in pincers near Vlas, I gave the order to retreat and tried to lead the people through the swamps. Knee-deep in water, we tried for several days to get out of the encirclement, but still managed to escape from the cauldron.”
“You led the soldiers out of the lethal cauldron?” Asked Zaf, his face was very serious.
“Yes. More than a thousand soldiers, but we lost Vlas.”
“Sometimes it is more right to retreat,” noted Zaf.
“Tell that to Lis,” Kors chuckled with some bitterness, “or he’s Sigmer now. Stop! How did I not immediately guess who his father was! His father’s name is Igmer, and he is his son. Igmer’s son – Sigmer! How simple it is!”
And everyone looked at Kors so that he was even embarrassed a little of their looks, just like Nick was before.
“Well, it's just…”
“Vitor, you are very smart,” said Nikto. He sat in the chair, as Kors had seated him, and also looked at Kors with respect. And Zaf handed Kors a glass of wine:
“Let's have a drink,” he suggested. “And I want to relax already, finally. There are such plump women here, have you noticed? I want to hush up some plump maid!”
“They have eaten too much sweets,” Parky remarked, grinning, opening his mouth slightly, the decoration in his nose still didn’t allow him to breathe normally. He looked longingly at the chocolate and fruit, but didn’t dare to take them without the permission of Kors.
They laughed.
“I'll take the fattest one with me to the Black City,” said Zaf, “or two. Two plump red pigs.”
“What's the point, Zaf?” Smiled Kors. “They will lose weight quickly!”
And Zaf again whinnied in satisfaction:
“Yes! But I saw one with such an ass…”
And at that time Karina entered the room, everyone turned to her.
“Karina? Everything is fine?!” Asked Kors anxiously.
“Yes… probably,” she sat down on the sofa in confusion, took off her mask, her expression was not at all happy.
“What's happening? Has Igmer accepted him?”
Karina looked at her father:
“I think so, he said, “Welcome,” but he didn't even hug him. After all, this is his son! And then, he said to me: “Send her away”, and I ran away.”
“It's okay,” Kors shrugged. “Why would he hug his prodigal son? He didn’t live up to his hopes, Lis failed the offensive, which ultimately led to the defeat of the red army, began to take drugs, “black water”, and, being almost the king of the reds in our world, slipped down and became just a banal bandit. Complete failure. He disgraced his father. I'm sure Igmer had to endure a lot of humiliation and ridicule because of his son. The reds sentenced Lis to death, he was incredibly lucky that he managed to escape. And mind you, his father, no matter what, didn’t disown him. So I think it's okay. And the fact that Igmer asked you to leave is also in the order of things. Lis is used to dragging you everywhere with him, where it is needed and where it is not needed. Red women don’t participate in the lives of men and their conversations. You will have to come to terms with this, Karina, since you chose a red husband.”