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    "source": "As soon as you touch the relic, a vision washes over you. You experience the events as if you lived through them:\n{br}\"I'm hunting again today. I walk on the cobblestones of my city, wrapped in a white cloak, hiding my face under my helmet. I try to be inconspicuous, because I'm modest.\nWho will try to stop me today? I notice two men in the alley — not hunters coming for my head, just two ordinary people who didn't have time to hide. I cut their lives short, quickly and boringly, hanging their bodies upside down in the sky, using invisible harnesses. I don't touch the flesh — although we, vrolikais like to treat ourselves to our fallen enemies, I'm not killing for hunger right now.\nI hide in the shadows, listening. Someone is following me stealthily — I hear his footsteps. Walking... so vulgar. I spread my wings and soar silently into the air, taking cover behind a stone statue and waiting.\nHe reaches the place where my trail ends and looks around stupidly. Dumb, heavy, strong, and covered in layers of sturdy armor — I attack from the sky, plunging all four of my blades into the slits of his armor. The hunter dies quickly, offering me no pleasure at all. I hang him in the sky.\nThe massacre is in full swing, and no worthy opponents have tried to stop me yet. Why?\nCurious, I walk out openly into the light, haughtily inviting my enemies to take part in the fun. Three winged shadows attack in sync, circling as if in a dance, wriggling around me like a twisting whip of a balor. I too twist and turn, slashing at their sweet, fragile bodies with my daggers as they tear at me. A pleasure, but short-lived. Their bodies painted with the wounds I inflicted, the trio disappears into portals. I watch them leave — until we meet again, sinners. You are inimitable as usual. One day I will hang you upside down in the sky, but obviously not today. I'm still not satisfied.\nA couple of guests from another plane are coming my way, eager to test their strength against me. I shower them with contempt and a stream of spells that make them curl up into balls and weep. I could kill them in a heartbeat, but... I can't hang them from the sky — Our Lady in Shadow doesn't like her rules broken. Guests of Alushinyrra have to be very guilty to deserve death.\nFinally! Heavy footsteps make the sidewalk shake! This is no huntsman, it's an executioner! Finally, decent prey!\nA huge balor stands in my way. He has a sword in his right hand and a sword in his left. A fire whip won't help him in this fight, so he's armed himself with a more suitable weapon.\nI soar through the air, twisting, and evading his crushing blows — he, though massive, is fast. Such a pleasure! Leaving a thousand cuts, I make his large body weep a shower of dark blood. Pretending to hesitate, I let both his swords pierce my back. The tips come out of my chest, while all four of my daggers cut through his muscular neck, severing his horned head.\nWith that, it's over. I suspend his giant carcass high in the sky, above everyone else, for all the city to see. Let them fear my harvest.\nI walk out into the lit street, and I am stunned by the thunder of applause. The entirety of Alushinyrra thanks me for the magnificent performance, welcomes me, praises me. The bodies in the sky rotate slowly, strung up by their legs — they are my trophies. Wrapped in my white cloak, I lower my helmet-clad face. That's why they call me the Shy Lily.\nI head toward the Harem of Ardent Dreams, the hilts of balor's swords still sticking out of my back, and swaying majestically — an exquisite and refined decoration. But I'm not completely satisfied... The last enemy was good, but he alone is not enough for me. My spirit is not yet at peace.\nI enter Shamira's abode, and feel the air trembling with fear, ready to become a bloody mist at any moment. The Ardent Dream looks angrily at... a mortal standing before her shining throne? Ah, it's the new toy of Our Lady in Shadow, a mortal from the Material Plane, a witch named... Vorlesh? The woman keeps calm and looks indifferently past Alushinyrra's viceroy, as if she were nothing more than a lousy insect. What is this, a sign of self-righteous audacity or strength?\nShamira is furious, the whole city knows it. The mortal wench captured Nocticula's attention, stirred her interest. The Ardent Dream wants her dead... this Vorlesh. And I want to soothe the longing in my chest. I walk forward, listening to the conversation — heated insults against icy-cold, contemptuous indifference. Vorlesh isn't looking for a fight with Shamira, but she's not afraid of her either — and could there be a greater insult?\nThe viceroy glances around the gathering, looking for the executioner — oh, she would love to tear this mortal apart herself, but she is the one whose disobedience Our Lady in Shadow will not forgive. That's why Shamira is looking for someone to kill Vorlesh for her. I meet her gaze and nod meekly. Shamira smiles.\n'Am I correct in assuming there is no reverence in your heart for magnificent Shamira? Is that why you don't bow down to her?' — I whisper.\n'Yes, winged one. You got that right.'\nHer voice is splendid — indifferent and impassive, like a wave of Ishiar rolling against a rock.\n'Then I will punish you, mortal. You have no respect for power, relying on Nocticula's patronage. Such disobedience is followed by punishment, and even Our Lady in Shadow will acquit me.'\nMy heart sings. A proper murder! My spirit will be at peace today! The woman nods dryly. The song in my chest gets louder and happier.\n'Look out, Shy Lily! This 'mortal' will skin you, claw off your helmet along with your face, and then make you throw yourself on your own daggers!'\nI disdainfully ignore the shouts and happy laughter from the crowd. Irmangaleth, the bloody buffoon, is clowning around as usual. If he understood anything at all...\"",
    "previous_source": "As soon as you touch the relic, a vision washes over you. You experience the events as if you lived through them:\n{br}\"I'm hunting again today. I walk on the cobblestones of my city, wrapped in a white cloak, hiding my face under my helmet. I try to be inconspicuous, because I'm modest.\nWho will try to stop me today? I notice two men in the alley — not hunters coming for my head, just two ordinary people who didn't have time to hide. I cut their lives short, quickly and boringly, hanging their bodies upside down in the sky, using invisible harnesses. I don't touch the flesh — although we, vrolikais like to treat ourselves to our fallen enemies, I'm not killing for hunger right now.\nI hide in the shadows, listening. Someone is following me stealthily — I hear his footsteps. Walking... so vulgar. I spread my wings and soar silently into the air, taking cover behind a stone statue and waiting.\nHe reaches the place where my trail ends and looks around stupidly. Dumb, heavy, strong, and covered in layers of sturdy armor — I attack from the sky, plunging all four of my blades into the slits of his armor. The hunter dies quickly, offering me no pleasure at all. I hang him in the sky.\nThe massacre is in full swing, and no worthy opponents have tried to stop me yet. Why?\nCurious, I walk out openly into the light, haughtily inviting my enemies to take part in the fun. Three winged shadows attack in sync, circling as if in a dance, wriggling around me like a twisting whip of a balor. I too twist and turn, slashing at their sweet, fragile bodies with my daggers as they tear at me. A pleasure, but short-lived. Their bodies painted with the wounds I inflicted, the trio disappears into portals. I watch them leave — until we meet again, sinners. You are inimitable as usual. One day I will hang you upside down in the sky, but obviously not today. I'm still not satisfied.\nA couple of guests from another plane are coming my way, eager to test their strength against me. I shower them with contempt and a stream of spells that make them curl up into balls and weep. I could kill them in a heartbeat, but... I can't hang them from the sky — Our Lady in Shadow doesn't like her rules broken. Guests of Alushinyrra have to be very guilty to deserve death.\nFinally! Heavy footsteps make the sidewalk shake! This is no huntsman, it's an executioner! Finally, decent prey!\nA huge balor stands in my way. He has a sword in his right hand and a sword in his left. A fire whip won't help him in this fight, so he's armed himself with a more suitable weapon.\nI soar through the air, twisting, and evading his crushing blows — he, though massive, is fast. Such a pleasure! Leaving a thousand cuts, I make his large body weep a shower of dark blood. Pretending to hesitate, I let both his swords pierce my back. The tips come out of my chest, while all four of my daggers cut through his muscular neck, severing his horned head.\nWith that, it's over. I suspend his giant carcass high in the sky, above everyone else, for all the city to see. Let them fear my harvest.\nI walk out into the lit street, and I am stunned by the thunder of applause. The entirety of Alushinyrra thanks me for the magnificent performance, welcomes me, praises me. The bodies in the sky rotate slowly, strung up by their legs — they are my trophies. Wrapped in my white cloak, I lower my helmet-clad face. That's why they call me the Shy Lily.\nI head toward the Harem of Ardent Dreams, the hilts of balor's swords still sticking out of my back, and swaying majestically — an exquisite and refined decoration. But I'm not completely satisfied... The last enemy was good, but he alone is not enough for me. My spirit is not yet at peace.\nI enter Shamira's abode, and feel the air trembling with fear, ready to become a bloody mist at any moment. The Ardent Dream looks angrily at ... a mortal standing before her shining throne? Ah, it's the new toy of Our Lady in Shadow, a mortal from the Material Plane, a witch named... Vorlesh? The woman keeps calm and looks indifferently past Alushinyrra's viceroy, as if she were nothing more than a lousy insect. What is this, a sign of self-righteous audacity or strength?\nShamira is furious, the whole city knows it. The mortal wench captured Nocticula's attention, stirred her interest. The Ardent Dream wants her dead... this Vorlesh. And I want to soothe the longing in my chest. I walk forward, listening to the conversation — heated insults against icy-cold, contemptuous indifference. Vorlesh isn't looking for a fight with Shamira, but she's not afraid of her either — and could there be a greater insult?\nThe viceroy glances around the gathering, looking for the executioner — oh, she would love to tear this mortal apart herself, but she is the one whose disobedience Our Lady in Shadow will not forgive. That's why Shamira is looking for someone to kill Vorlesh for her. I meet her gaze and nod meekly. Shamira smiles.\n'Am I correct in assuming there is no reverence in your heart for magnificent Shamira? Is that why you don't bow down to her?' — I whisper.\n'Yes, winged one. You got that right.'\nHer voice is splendid — indifferent and impassive, like a wave of Ishiar rolling against a rock.\n'Then I will punish you, mortal. You have no respect for power, relying on Nocticula's patronage. Such disobedience is followed by punishment, and even Our Lady in Shadow will acquit me.'\nMy heart sings. A proper murder! My spirit will be at peace today! The woman nods dryly. The song in my chest gets louder and happier.\n'Look out, Shy Lily! This 'mortal' will skin you, claw off your helmet along with your face, and then make you throw yourself on your own daggers!'\nI disdainfully ignore the shouts and happy laughter from the crowd. Irmangaleth, the bloody buffoon, is clowning around as usual. If he understood anything at all...\"",
    "target": "당신이 유물과 접촉하자, 환영이 당신에게 쏟아져 내립니다. 당신은 사건들을 직접 살며 겪어낸 것처럼 경험합니다.\n{br}\"나는 오늘도 사냥을 나선다. 투구 아래 내 얼굴을 감추고, 하얀 망토를 뒤집어 쓴 채 내 도시의 자갈길을 걷는다. 겸손한 사람은 이목을 끌지 않으려 노력하는 법이다. 오늘은 누가 날 멈춰 세울 것인가? 난 골목에 서 있는 두 남자를 눈치챈다. 그들은 내 머리를 노린 사냥꾼이 아니라 그저 숨을 시간이 모자랐던 두 명의 평범한 시민에 불과하다. 난 투명한 허리띠를 휘둘러 그들의 몸을 하늘에 거꾸로 매달고 그들의 생명을 짧고, 빠르고, 지루하게 떼어낸다. 살코기에는 손대지 않는다. 우리들, 브롤리카이는 쓰러뜨린 적을 만끽하며 즐기곤 하지만, 적어도 지금은 굶주렸기에 살인하는 것은 아니다. \n나는 그림자 속에 숨어 귀를 기울인다. 누군가 은밀히 나를 따라오고 있다. 나는 그의 발소리를 듣는다. 발걸음이... 천박하군. 나는 날개를 펴고 소리 없이 공중으로 날아올라 석상 뒤에 숨어서 기다린다.\n그는 내 자취가 끝나는 곳에 이르러 멍청한 얼굴로 주위를 둘러본다. 둔하고, 무겁고, 강한데다 튼튼한 갑옷 몇 겹을 겹쳐 입은 나는 하늘에서 그를 덮치며 칼 네 자루를 꺼내 그의 갑옷 틈새로 집어 넣는다. 사냥꾼은 신속하게 죽었고, 내게는 어떤 즐거움도 남겨주지 못한다. 나는 그를 하늘에 매단다.\n학살이 한창인데, 가치 있는 적이 나를 막으러 오지 않네. 왜일까?\n흥미로워. 나는 빛 속으로 대놓고 나아가 내 적들이 즐거움에 참여하도록 교만한 초대장을 보낸다. 날개 달린 그림자 셋이 춤을 추듯 빙글 빙글 돌며 호흡을 맞춰 나를 공격한다. 그들은 꿈틀대는 발러의 채찍처럼 내 주위를 맴돈다. 나도 그들이 내 몸을 찢어 대는 것에 맞춰 몸을 흔들고 이리저리 돌리며 그들의 달콤하고 연약한 신체를 단검으로 베어낸다.\n즐거움은 오래가지 않는군. 그들의 몸이 내가 입힌 상처로 붉게 물들자, 삼인조는 포탈 속으로 사라진다. 나는 그들이 떠나는 것을 지켜본다. 다시 만날 때까지, 죄인들이여. 너는 언제나처럼 내 예상을 뛰어넘는구나. 언젠가 널 하늘에 거꾸로 매달겠지만, 적어도 오늘은 아니겠지. 난 여전히 만족하지 못했다.\n다른 차원의 손님 둘이 그들의 힘을 내게 시험해보려는 열망에 불타 내 앞으로 다가오고 있다. 나는 그들을 공 모양으로 구겨 질질 울게 만들 일련의 주문들과 경멸로 그들을 세례한다. 심장이 한 두 번 뛸 새에 그들을 죽여버릴 수도 있겠지만, 저들을 하늘에 매달아서는 안된다. 그림자 속 여군주께서는 규칙을 어기는 것을 좋아하지 않으시니. 알루시니라의 손님들은 아주 큰 죄를 짓지 않는 한 죽임 당하지 않는다.\n마침내! 육중한 발걸음이 보도를 진동시킨다! 이건 사냥꾼이 아닌 처형자로군! 드디어 제대로 된 먹잇감이야!\n거대한 발러가 내 앞길을 가로막는다. 그는 양손에 검을 들고 있다. 화염 채찍은 이 싸움에 별로 쓸모 없을 것이기에 보다 적합한 무기를 장비한 것이다.\n나는 공중으로 날아올라 몸을 뒤틀어 그의 파괴적인 일격을 피해낸다. 그는 그 덩치에도 불구하고, 아주 빨랐다. 이토록 즐거울 수가! 기천의 상처를 남긴 끝에 나는 그의 거대한 몸을 검은 피로 적시는 데 성공한다. 망설이는 척 하면서, 나는 그의 검 두개가 내 등을 찌르도록 내버려둔다. 칼 끝이 내 가슴팍에서 튀어나오는 동안 내 네 개의 단검 모두가 그의 근육질 목을 베어갈라 뿔 달린 머리를 떼어낸다.\n이걸로 끝이군. 나는 그의 거대한 시체를 하늘 높이 매달아 온 도시가 볼 수 있도록 한다. 그들이 내 수확을 두려워하게 하소서.\n나는 불이 켜진 거리로 걸어 나왔고, 우레 같은 박수 소리에 깜짝 놀란다. 알루시니라 전체가 훌륭한 공연에 감사를 표하고, 나를 환영하고 칭찬한다. 하늘에 걸린 시체들은 다리가 묶인 채 천천히 회전한다. 그들은 나의 전리품이다. 나는 하얀 망토를 추스르고, 투구를 내려 쓴다. 이게 그들이 나를 수줍은 릴리라고 부르는 이유다.\n나는 발러의 검 손잡이가 내 등뒤에서 장엄하게 흔들거리는 것을 내버려둔 채 열렬한 꿈의 하렘으로 향한다. 꽤 정교하고 세련된 장식품이다. 하지만 난 아직 만족하지 않았다... 마지막 적은 괜찮았지만, 하나로는 부족하다. 내 영혼은 아직 평온을 찾지 못했다.\n나는 샤미라의 거처로 들어가, 당장이라도 핏빛 안개가 될 준비가 되어 있는, 두려움에 떨리는 공기를 느낀다. 열렬한 꿈은 그녀의 빛나는 왕좌 앞에 서 있는 ... 필멸자 하나에 화가 난 것으로 보인다. 아, 그림자 속 여군주의 새 장난감인가? 물질계 출신의 마녀라, 이름이... 볼레쉬? 여자는 평온을 유지하며, 알루시니라의 총독이 마치 지천에 널린 벌레라도 되는 것마냥 무심하게 시선을 옮긴다. 뭘까, 독선적인 대담함인가, 아니면 힘을 뽐내는 새로운 방법인가?\n샤미라는 화가 났고, 도시 전체가 그것을 안다. 그 필멸자 계집애는 녹티큘라의 관심을 끌었고, 그녀의 흥미를 자극했다. 열렬한 꿈은 그녀... 이 볼레쉬가 죽기를 원한다. 그리고 나는 내 가슴속 갈망을 달래길 원하지. 나는 앞으로 걸어 나가 대화를 듣는다. 얼음같이 냉정하고 굴욕적인 무관심에 대한 가열찬 모욕이 이어진다. 볼레쉬는 샤미라랑 싸우고 싶어하는 것 같지는 않으나, 그녀를 두려워하지도 않는다. 이 이상 가는 모욕이 있겠는가?\n총독은 군중을 둘러보며 처형인을 찾는다. 오, 그녀는 지금 직접 이 필멸자를 찢어발기고 싶어 애가 닳겠지만, 그림자 속 여군주는 그녀의 불복종을 결코 용서하지 않을 것이다. 그래서 샤미라가 그녀를 대신해 볼레쉬를 죽일 사람을 찾는 거지. 나는 그녀와 눈을 마주치고 순순히 고개를 끄덕인다. 샤미라가 웃는다.\n'당신의 마음속에 위대한 샤미라에 대한 존중심이 없다고 생각하는 데, 맞나요? 그래서 그녀에게 절하지 않는 거죠?' 내가 속삭인다.\n'그렇다, 날개 달린 것. 네가 옳다.'\n그녀의 목소리는 황홀했다. 바위에 구르는 이쉬아르 무리처럼 무심하고 또 무감정했다.\n'그렇다면 내가 너를 벌하겠다, 필멸자. 너는 녹티큘라님의 후광에 기대 힘을 존중하지 않고 있다. 그러한 불복종은 마땅히 처벌되어야 하며, 우리의 그림자 속 여군주께서도 내게 무죄를 선고할 것이다.'\n내 심장이 노래한다. 제대로 된 살인이라니! 내 영혼은 오늘 마침내 평온을 찾을 거야! 내 가슴 속 노래가 점점 더 커지고 행복해진다.\n'조심해, 수줍은 릴리! 이 '필멸자'는 네 가죽을 벗겨내고, 네 얼굴을 투구 채로 떼어낸 다음, 네가 직접 네 단검들에 몸을 던지게 할 거야!'\n나는 경멸스러운 군중의 고함과 행복한 웃음소리들을 무시한다. 피비린내 나는 익살꾼 이르망갈레스가 평소처럼 어슬렁 대고 있다. 그가 뭐 하나라도 배울 줄 알았다면...'",
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