Striving for Perfection

A pleasant warm wind was blowing through the open window and slightly fluttered my hair, which I had so carefully styled. It's good that over the last month I was able to earn enough money to pay all my debts. And moreover, I was able to buy a couple of things for myself! A whole calendar and a comb. Why is it not flamethrowers? Well, since the last assignment from Fancy, I only have money left for these things. At the next payment, I will definitely order flamethrower systems to insert them into tanks. I have the drawings and they are safely stored with me.

And then we'll go on a victorious, all-burning march to the palace to overthrow the damn corpse from the throne! Khem, I meant all conservatives are old right? So if not today, then tomorrow, Celestia will become a corpse that will have to be dethroned.

Suppressing a laugh, I leaned back in the chair I was sitting on and looked out the window. Looking at the lack of snow on the street and the many houses in which the lights were still on, a memory flashed in my head. A couple of weeks ago, the first day of spring came. And at the same moment I saw the ponies themselves clearing the snow. No, I chose the wrong expression. It was as if the ponies had turned off the winter as an unsuccessful industrial project. It was winter, and the next day it's gone. It's a good thing I wasn't forced to participate in this.

"When winter came, I could still understand it. The Pegasi arrived, the clouds moved and it began to snow. It's super weird, but my brain is somehow able to process it. But when winter is completely curtailed, and the animals do not come out of hibernation on their own? No, this is nonsense. " I quickly muttered to myself. Two whole weeks have passed, and I still can't calm down after that.

Calm down, crybaby. We need to think about other things. Any minute now, all the soldiers and their commanders will arrive here. And a little later there will be this damn GGG. So put on your coat and go to the train station. There is no time to wait.

Nodding to myself, I looked around my desk in search of things that are better to remove from prying eyes. So what do we have here? The crystal in which, presumably, the soul of Ahirata is located. Probably need to be removed. Although I must admit, the red glow is quite beautiful. Can I leave it as a desk lamp?

Chuckling, I quickly put the crystal in a drawer in the table and a moment later put the eyes of the same bastard in another drawer. Some thought was born in my head for a long time while I was looking at them, but nothing came out. Okay, inspiration will come later. Looking around the table again, I saw a thing that is definitely worth keeping secret. A list of ideas that I should offer to Celestia. Yes, I made a list. Fancy had a lot of things and I just couldn't remember them. Especially considering their lack of interest. Increase a couple of taxes by a couple of percent, for example. Boring.

Quietly closing the drawer, I took a deep breath and looked at the last remaining thing on the table. A map of the castle with all the entrances, exits and key points. I think I'll take this with me. I abruptly grabbed the card and got up from the chair and grabbed the coat that was lying on the bed. For a moment, the idea of putting on a coat while driving popped into my head. And then my gaze switched to the necklace that Chrysalis had provided a long time ago. I don't think it would be good if someone noticed it. What will I say if Luna sees this from me?

I have a more interesting question, crybaby. Where did Chrysalis go? Like when was the last time she sent an email? Two months ago? More? It feels like our absolutely crucial role in all her plans has just been forgotten. The only good actor on the stage was lost!

Taking a deep breath, I buttoned up my coat and made sure that the necklace was not visible, headed for the exit. Because of the Ahirata crystal, I can't feel the lines changing near my room. So now there is a chance that someone is coming to me and right now will collide with the door. I wish it was Celestia.

Unfortunately, when opening the door, no collision occurred. What a bore. Over the past month, all I've done is work for Fancy, read the German dictionary, which is called Griffin here, and thought about what to do with Ahirata. Even Rising hasn't shown much uncertainty in the last couple of weeks. I didn't even have to go to him by train and comfort him. No fun. I really hope that something will happen in the Gala. Sighing, I put my hands in my pockets and headed out of the castle. Of course, it would be possible to use map.

But true Perfection is able to move through unknown and confusing terrain relying only on its body. Let me demonstrate. Now you need to go ahead, as soon as you see a pot of daisies, you need to turn right. And in a couple of hundred steps we will already be on the street.

Following my thoughts, I turned right at the right moment and started walking quickly forward. Although, there's probably no need for that. Continuing to walk forward, I began to say to myself: "Like, what time is it now? Is it evening or early morning? And when are the soldiers coming here anyway? All I have is a message from all three of them that they will take the train today. But that was at midnight. "

Taking a deep breath, I partially suppressed my irritation and muttered before fully concentrating on the road: " I'll just come to the train station and sit there waiting for something unusual."

Correction. You're just going to come there and scare the ponies, yes, all living beings with the fact of your existence! Like in the good old days, remember?

I quickly shook my head before kicking open the exit from the castle. At the same time, there was not a single pony nearby. Even the guards. Did they leave their seats? Well, it is logical considering that they will be replaced by my soldiers, that is, people who are a hundred times better than them, but still. Just take and throw a post such an occupation for yourself.

"What if some terrible monster attacks the castle?" I asked myself before laughing briefly. Considering my attack on Ponyville and Ahirata's attack, the guards can't guard anything. Even mine.

That's why we need flamethrower tanks and just flamethrowers. Well, as soon as the Gala comes, we will find Celestia and propose an idea. Or better yet, a few. And it will already be possible to order the production of new tanks and flamethrowers.

Nodding slightly to myself, I put my hands in my pockets and started walking down the street. Not seeing snow and feeling exactly zero cold feels very good. Variety, after all. And the best part? The muck hasn't started to bloom yet and I haven't had an allergy yet. Maybe I'll have time to stock up on napkins or something by then.

"Someday I will definitely go to the doctor and find out what exactly I am allergic to." I said, continuing to walk forward and slightly wiping my glasses, I could see the train station in the distance. As we approached, my ears caught the so far barely audible whistle of the train. It looks like I came at the right moment, as always.

It's nice to see that you haven't lost all the abilities of true Perfection. You always have to be on time. Not early, not late, but exactly at the right second.

Chuckling, I slightly accelerated the pace and, approaching the station, focused my attention on the lines. Despite the fact that it's evening, many ponies are sitting at home. There's no one on the street. But at the same time, in rare houses, I could feel like a pony... going somewhere? I don't know, it's hard to understand what exactly they do because I can't know what exactly they interact with. Shrugging my shoulders, I muttered before focusing on the road again: "Let's assume that some lucky people are going to this Gala. Well, I hope they are quite adequate."

After a short period of time, I finally got to the train station and heard the train horn become many times louder. Leaning against the wall, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. During this time there was no danger at all. And I still haven't found the strength to make a final decision about Ahirata. Of course, I paid off all my debts and learned German words. Although what does it matter if I still don't know how to make sentences correctly in this terrible language?

Oh, just go to that shrimp burger restaurant and hang out with the griffins. I will find the right pattern myself and formulate the rules of the language. It's a matter of five minutes.

Mentally noting this thought, I pulled away from the wall and took a few steps forward when I saw the train. I wonder if the new soldiers will be very shocked by my appearance? Or they won't care about it. Although what's the difference?

"The main thing is that they understand that I'm standing at the top and they have to obey me." I muttered just before the train with a creak of brakes stopped at the station. For a moment, an increased pain shot through my head. Somehow, this huge horde of ponies was able to stand up in such a way that I could feel each one separately. And the brain, to put it mildly, gets rid of so many entities.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds trying to console my headache and opened them only when I heard the sound of many doors opening. The next moment, the commanders came out of different train cars one by one, followed by streams of soldiers in full uniform. At first glance, it was clear who had been doing what for the past month. Flying looked the most relaxed and his soldiers were calmly talking among themselves. They didn't even bother to march in formation.

Do you still think that we need this idiot at least in some form?

At least he was able to teach the soldiers to wear armor. The intimidating effect is also good. Moreover, his criticism can also make me better. Sighing, I focused my attention on the other two groups. Rising looked very tired and tense, although I should note that he hid it very well. But his soldiers, though quietly whispering to each other, adhered to an even formation. Well, not bad.

With a grunt, I focused my attention on the last group of soldiers. The report looked, well, I don't even know how to say it. Large bags formed under his eyes, and he staggered as if the wind could tip him on his side. His soldiers looked similar only to a slightly lesser extent. But despite all this, they stood clearly, evenly, straight and proud. Despite the stagger.

Great, that's who we need. He is ready to torture fifty people and himself to death for the sake of his skin. He has on prospects. So focus on him, throw the rest in the trash.

Taking a deep breath, I instantly threw this thought away and looked at all the soldiers. It was clear that the vast majority were looking at me with at least curious and embarrassment. Taking a deep breath into my lungs, I straightened up and said: "Well, recruits, you have completed about a month of training. And you're going to be guarding that ugly castle today, see? "

I was silent for a couple of moments, pointing my thumb in the direction of the castle so that the newcomers could process the information normally. Not hearing stupid questions, I smiled and said, " Great, now I think I need to introduce myself a little. I am Captain Daniel Ctumer, but you will call me sir. And you have to remember one simple thing. My order is the highest priority in any situation. "

" What if I can't remember? Have you thought about that, four-eyes? " A female voice from the crowd asked with a fair amount of impudence. Slowly, a frown appeared on my face. The women were only in the Flying group. That's who nurtured such arrogance in them.

Well, we'll uproot this movement.

A grin appeared on my face and taking a step forward I said: "Do you want to take a few steps forward, lady? So I can see who I'm talking to. Or will I have to have a conversation with all your comrades?"

After these words were said, I noticed how a movement began in the crowd and after a few seconds a gray thestral with a long dark blue mane and green eyes was pushed out of the crowd with quiet chuckles. Her mane was so long that it slightly obscured her eyes. Not completely, but still too significant for me to ignore. When she was pushed out of the crowd, she briefly turned to them and hissed, removing her mane from her eyes with a hoof: "That's it, traitors."

Barely suppressing a chuckle, I focused on Rising, who looked with amazement at my interaction with the new soldiers. Squinting, I saw a scabbard at his side from which the hilt of a sword protruded. Bingo. Smiling, I took a sharp step forward and released magical tentacles from my right hand. Rising didn't have time to do anything as his scabbard was removed and wrapped in my hand. Grunting, I took a long step towards the thestral and pulled the sword out of its scabbard before swinging.

Pull the root out!

The sword passed less than an inch from the face of the thestral before hitting the floor of the station and striking a small spark. Then my eyes fixed a large cut off piece of mane that flew away due to a sudden gust of wind. What luck.

Slowly, I straightened up, still holding the sword, and looked at the impudent Thestral. She just stood there in a daze and obvious fear. Hmm, I don't know about Celestia, but I don't consider a haircut as harming a pony. Chuckling, I looked into the eyes of the numb thestral and said, pointing to her forehead with a sword: "You don't have to thank me for the haircut, it's free. And now back to your question. If you can't remember who is in charge here, then I can write you a reminder that you will never lose. Right on the forehead. Don't worry, my hands aren't shaking. "

The green-eyed Thestral quickly looked up at me and took a small step back and replied, "I, uh, will do without it, sir. I think I can still remember if I try very hard."

Great, now the newbies know who they're dealing with. Although, I think the effect is not fixed yet. Strike a second blow. But don't miss this time. Hair doesn't get in the way anymore, ha!

Taking a deep breath, I returned the sword to its scabbard and looked at Rising and said: "Take your weapon. The sharpening is very good, but you were extremely inattentive. Your grade for today is C with a big plus."

Rising quickly ran up to me and carefully took the scabbard from my hand before hanging it on his side. Chuckling, I looked at all the soldiers present, who seemed to have become more modest after my actions. Nodding to myself, I looked at Flying and said harshly: "It shouldn't happen again next time, do you understand? No rudeness and promiscuity. And I absolutely do not care how you will achieve this. "

In response, Flying nodded slightly in response to which I turned around and waved my hand before going back to the castle. But I hadn't even taken the first dozen steps when I heard a hoarse, quiet muttering behind me: " Doesn't this psycho want a lot?"

Ignore it. For now. These words will go to the archive in order to remember them to him in the future.

Taking a deep breath, I made this decision while continuing to walk forward to the castle. For a moment, my gaze looked at the sky to check the sky. It got a little darker, but it was still light enough outside. Well, the main thing is that I have enough time to distribute all these fools to the right positions. I hope someone will tell me exactly where they should stand. Otherwise, I'll just have to distribute all the soldiers to random points using my castle map. And in this case, it will be extremely difficult for them to move around the castle.

Fortunately, my thoughts were stopped by a very direct answer. The lines are moving away from some point in the castle. I will assume that this point is located next to the entrance. Well, it looks like someone really wants to give me a briefing. I hope it's Luna. Celestia already annoys me with the fact that today I will have to actively interact with her in any case. So, less talking to fools is what the doctor ordered.

Hmm? And, yes, yes, I am a certified doctor and prescribe to the patient a complete or partial refusal to talk to idiots. Nerve cells begin to run out. Although who needs them?

After a while, I and a huge crowd of soldiers behind me reached the castle gate. Considering that there may be someone behind them, it's probably not worth kicking the door. Suddenly I will hit someone in this way or even smear them against the wall. Hmm.

"No, that's nonsense. Who even cares if someone is too close to the door? " I thought, and when no counterarguments formed in my head, I took a sharp step forward and kicked the door open. And the next moment I saw perhaps the best option possible. Luna with a slight irritation on her face.

Not too relaxed to stall for time and not too angry to scream. Yes, this is definitely the perfect option.

Before I could smile, Luna nodded slightly and said loudly, spreading her wings: "I greet you, our most loyal subjects. Today you have the great honor to keep order at the grand Gala. Don't disappoint your princesses!"

I bowed my head after hearing such a dubious speech, but before anything could fall from my lips, her horn flashed and I caught the sound of a quiet fall behind me. After turning around, my eyes found rolls of parchment on the ground, right in front of each of the commanders. Then Luna's voice was heard, much less loud this time: "For your convenience, we have provided you with maps of the castle where the places that you will protect are marked. Now get to work."

It seemed that the influence of Luna was strong enough to make even Flying obey, wave a hoof and go forward along the corridor. A few moments later, the thunder of a hundred hooves went off into the distance. After a few more moments, I tilted my head to the side and asked looking at Luna: "Can you explain what it was? Mostly I'm interested in why you were talking so loudly. My ears hurt."

Luna looked confused for a moment before her face lit up with insight and she replied awkwardly: "It's called the Royal Canterlot Voice. Previously, this was how my sister and I communicated with our subjects. Although it was canceled hundreds of years ago, but Royal Canterlot Voice has long been a habit for me."

Previously, princesses were incredibly loud at all citizens? Well, it's not bad, though very soft. But it would still be nice to know exactly how to yell so loudly.

"Can you teach me that?" I asked as politely as I could. That is, almost nothing.

"Not until you become a member of the royal family. And I don't think you'll ever succeed. Luna replied almost instantly. But to my surprise, I didn't feel offended. As if there is no need to react to her words in any way.

That's right, you don't have to react to this because you will never become part of the royal family. You will be the killer of this crowd of plutocrats. Stand up, all victims of oppression, The time of Perfection has come!

A tiny grin appeared on my face before I calmed down and said, "Anyway, what should I do? Do I have to go somewhere to visit this useless GGG? Or do I have some incredibly dangerous task for which they will give me an infinite amount of money?"

Luna covered her mouth with her hoof and giggled softly before saying calmly again, "Well, the Gala will start soon, in about fifteen minutes. But I have something for you to do. There is a thing in your room that you must definitely put on. It's a must because the Gala is a grand event and you have to look the part."

Dress? Well, what could there be? A silly hat? Yes, considering that it's funny to her, it's probably a stupid hat.

Taking a deep breath, I walked around Luna from the side and waved my hand and said: "Okay, I'll go put on what you want. I think I still have no way to refuse. In short, I'll see you when this stupid event starts. I hope you won't laugh too loudly at my appearance."

"Actually, I won't be there." Luna said as if she didn't want to say it. Hmm, an unpleasant truth. This is my favorite dish after horse meat.

Slowly turning around, I put my hands on my hips and asked: "Why is that? Like, I'm a simple captain of the guard going to stupid events and you're not?"

Luna took a deep breath and answered, looking away: "It's just that ponies can panic when they see me. Because of my, ahem, past."

A lover of public executions? A child eater? No, that's not it. If Luna complexes, it must be something really interesting. Don't disappoint me, woman.

I opened my mouth to ask directly, but quickly stopped. So far, this tactic has not worked. For some reason, people don't like to talk about their motives and reasons directly. As if they are ashamed. We need some other approach. Hmm, that's the task.

Slowly and hesitantly, I put my hand on my chest and said: "What could you have done in the past to cause a pony to panic now? Like, look at me. At one time I was considered a monster, not that I didn't like it, but still. Now look at me. Ponies either don't care about me and they look at me as a citizen or they have a moderately positive opinion of me. So why can't ponies give you a new credit of trust?"

For a few seconds Luna looked surprised by my sentimentalism. Ha, she doesn't even know how surprised I am by how much these words feel alive. Probably the actor's skills are still in place. At first, I smiled slightly, but frowned before continuing: "And I want to remind you that it was you who dripped on my brain with the fact that soldiers under the command of Report should be impeccable. And at the very last moment, you just don't attend the concert and don't want to watch them?"

Luna's eyes widened at the accusation and she even took a small step back. I was about to start chasing the prey, but quickly gathering her strength, she replied: "I have already seen him and his soldiers, judging by the complete exhaustion he tried his best to earn forgiveness. I think that's enough."

There are no words. There are just no words. But there are hands. Give a useless woman a slap in the face so that she knows her place!

I took a deep breath suppressing this idiot thought and said: "You still haven't answered the original question. What have you done in the past to make ponies afraid of you now?"

Luna closed her mouth and tried to look away. Fortunately, within a few seconds she gathered her strength and said: "I told you that my sister and I have lived for over a thousand years, remember?"

"You know that I don't believe in this nonsense. It sounds much more convincing to me that in all historical records you, your mother, grandmother, and so on are described in the same way. Maybe even everyone in your family has the same name. And as a result, if you look at the records, they have been writing about the same pony everywhere for a couple of hundred years. This is the reality I can believe in. "

Hmm, how would her full name sound if this idea really dragged on for a millennium? Luna XLII? Or even more?

Before I had time to chuckle, I heard a disappointed sigh and Luna's response that followed: "Okay, for the sake of simplicity of your perception, I will speak as if your theory is true. And this is not so. Anyway, let's get started. A long time ago, a thousand years ago, my great-great-great and so on, the great-grandmother who ruled the moon was consumed by her jealousy of her sister who ruled the sun. This jealousy fueled by the dark magic in her soul, and soon the darkness took control of her. Nightmare Moon appeared. "

Luna stopped abruptly and lowered her head down. Barely restraining the urge to swear, I waved my hand and said: "Go on, go on, I'm listening to you very carefully. Nightmare Moon appeared and what? Like, if there's too much magic in the body, does it lead to a split personality or something?"

Fortunately, Luna didn't keep me waiting long and said with a slight nod: "Well, yes, something like that. Nightmare Moon appeared and she had a goal similar to obsession. By any means, at any cost and despite the consequences to make the night eternal. But the sister controlling the sun was able to banish Nightmare Moon for a thousand years. But since then, the image of the pony controlling the moon, my image terrifies the pony."

Horror? Hey, you made a mistake, woman. Here, I instill terror in the pony! And in general, the absorption of the mind by dark magic sounds like complete nonsense, complete!

There was silence in space for a few seconds before I tilted my head to the side and asked: "So, it was definitely a fairy tale. I still don't understand why this is an excuse not to go to this stupid Gala. Like, there will only be children at this event? "

" No, but. . . " Luna tried to answer, slightly scraping the floor with her hoof, but was interrupted by me.

" No? Then just come there and that's it. At most, a couple of kids will get scared and piss themselves. Maybe a couple of people will point a finger at you and say something like, "Hey, look, she looks like that evil pony from ancient fairy tales. But I adore villains!" Or something like that. In any case, I don't see anything at least minimally scary in this situation. And in general, you are a monarch, that is, an authoritarian ruler. If you don't like someone, then just put them in jail for a far-fetched reason. Nothing complicated. " I continued with a shrug and looked at Luna, who looked up at me in surprise. Did it really work. Hmm, now we need to understand what differences from the usual method of doing business I have done now.

Nothing. No changes have occurred. You just lied a little. And you don't want to lie, do you? Of course, you don't want to. So stick to Perfection well and don't write this conversation down as a victory.

My thoughts were interrupted by a slight nod from Luna and a small smile, followed by: "We are thinking. . . I think it's not too late to change the decision. Yes, it's not too late. There's not much time, but I think I'll go to my chambers and prepare for the upcoming event. See you at the Gala, Daniel. And thank you"

After that, she turned aside and walked along one of the many corridors of the castle. With a grunt, I turned around and started walking towards my room. Along the way, a grin reflexively appeared on my face. How nice it is to convince someone with words. Maybe if you practice a little, it can completely replace your fists?

So, crybaby, so that I don't hear such thoughts anymore. You yourself should understand perfectly well that you are not adapted to communicate with people. Solving problems with violence is your style, it's you. To give up the fists is like giving up yourself.

Taking a deep breath, I put my hands in my pockets and continued walking through the corridors of the castle. It's just that the decline in efficiency has been noticeable for a long time. Yes, when I was fourteen or fifteen and I was in school, all problems were really solved with my fists. Studying doesn't count, I didn't have any problems with it. But right now it's, well, just not working. The only jump in efficiency was when I first came to this planet. But from that moment, too, things only got worse. It's time to change something before it's too late.

What other nonsense are you going to tell, crybaby? Maybe you don't want to go back to Earth anymore? Lust takes over and you already want to fuck little horses because it's too hard to return to the human race?

For a moment, everything in my head stopped. So, why exactly do I want to leave here? For the sake of dear people? No, this is some kind of nonsense. In principle, I have no dear people on earth. And here I have at least Rising. Maybe for the sake of prospects? Also not that. What prospects can there be for a person who disappeared for a year and who lost his passport? That's right, no prospects. Maybe, maybe, just give up the idea of returning to Earth and throw all your strength at Equestria?

Instantly, my fist flew into my temple and quickly shaking my head, I said: "No, such thoughts are immediately sent to the trash! I need to return to earth simply because staying here I will be the only human. Yes, that's the reason! I am human and should live in the same. Being in the company of a pony only causes me harm without any benefit."

Whatever you say, crybaby, whatever you say.

Taking a deep breath, I lightly rubbed the place where the blow fell and continued walking forward. Fortunately, during my reflections, I have already walked almost all the way to my room. Soon I saw a familiar door without decorations and noticed that it was slightly ajar. It seems that for the sake of this so-called gift, Luna came into my room.

Sighing, I opened the door, letting it hit the wall loudly and entered the room. For a couple of moments, my eyes fixed in the dark something lying on the bed. Carefully taking a few steps, I lifted the thing so that the light from the window fell on it. It's a suit on a hanger. Well, it's more correct to say a shirt and a jacket plus a bow tie. Looking down, I saw another hanger, this time with trousers. And next to them is the thing I would least like to see. A hat, a top hat to be exact. I'm not going to wear this. Hmm, interesting, have I changed over the past time, or are the old measurements that I made a long time ago still valid?

If you don't try, you won't recognize a crybaby. So pour gasoline on this stuff and set it on fire. To check for fire resistance, of course.

Sighing, I released magical tentacles from my free hand that grabbed the door handle before closing it. After making sure that the door doesn't open again, I nodded to myself and put the suit on the bed and began to take off my coat. During that time, another reflection started in my head.

I am being sent to this Gala to rest. Damn Celestia, I'd kill you if talking to you didn't make me money. Anyway, I'll have to rest today, right? So. And now the question is how to do it, relax at the event? What do they do at events besides looking for useful acquaintances? It seems nothing.

Psst, you crybaby, I'm talking to you. There are four possible answers to this question, see? A)Search for useful acquaintances. B)Complement the atmosphere with jokes and the like so that everyone becomes even more pleasant at the event. C)Tripping people up and the like to cheer yourself up. And D)Drink alcohol to liver failure and fuck like animals. So, the correct answer is D. Yes, I agree, whoever created this test is a rare bastard. It doesn't change that D is still the correct answer. But we don't want to follow the rules, do we, crybaby?

Nodding to myself, I slightly adjusted my glasses and looked at myself. The clothes on me look a little too big. Especially in the abdominal area. Probably lost weight during this time. Although this does not explain why wearing a coat I do not have such a feeling. Maybe, after bathing in the icy water, the clothes have shrunk?

"It doesn't matter. You just need to come to this Gala and find something to do. At best, I'll just talk to Celestia, offer her one or two ideas, and then just leave. I hope that everything will be like this. " I whispered to myself before looking around the room for useful things. Will I need a cube at the Gala? No, I don't think so. Besides, I'm not sure that the pockets of the new trousers are as roomy as my coat.

But you still need a remedy in case something happens. Of course, fists are our best weapon. But I'm afraid the case of a dead pony with a fist print on his face will be solved quickly.

Nodding to myself, I took the knife from the bed and put it in my pants pocket. The blade stuck out slightly, but in general the weapon remained invisible. After looking around again and making sure that everything was in order, I went to leave the room. As my hand reached for the door handle, a question suddenly popped into my head. How do I even understand where this Gala is happening? Like, do I just have to walk all over this disgusting castle and try to find a big gathering of people? Yeah, it's not well thought out.

Sighing, I opened the door and stood in the middle of the corridor with my hands on my hips. So, what should I do? Hmm, if I move away from my room, I can start feeling the lines again. And maybe I can feel the crowd of ponies, if there is one in the castle.

No, wait, there's another option. You just need to leave the castle and wait for a huge crowd of ponies to rush there. Then there will definitely be no mistake. And we will enter there as the most ordinary guest.

"Go through the floor of the castle again. Today I'm a real connoisseur of the terrible." I grumbled to myself, starting to move towards the exit. Along the way, my hands reflexively went into my pockets and my mind began to wander. Elements of harmony and Ahirata. I think from the first it is necessary to deal with an unpleasant personality. I don't want to look for a whole pony and kill it for the sake of one bastard at all. But how else can it be revived? What else is suitable for the body?

Suddenly, a genial thought popped into my head. Fluff. Or more precisely, what is stuffed with fluff, a plush toy. I have already seen that Ahirata is able to control the rocks of the earth and in particular stones. And if I remember correctly from the school chemistry course, almost all substances contain hydrogen and carbon. If you're lucky, fluff and stones have a similar chemical composition. Back and forth, and Ahirata changes a plush toy for himself to use as a full-fledged body. An absolute victory.

"What a productive head I have when I slept for a couple of hours. now I just need to get some money and buy myself a big plush toy. The opinion of others on this issue can not be taken into account. Otherwise, as always. " I said to myself while stroking my head. Damn hair, so unpleasant to the touch. Probably need to buy a shampoo.

A fucking crybaby. You've just got money and you're already spending it on all sorts of useless things. First, the comb, which you used at most three times, then the calendar, which you didn't even hang anywhere, now the shampoo. What's next? Will you go to the local red light district and satisfy your lust? If so, you can forget about Perfection. Generally forever. And then your place of residence will very quickly move down into the sewer.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly shook my head and seeing the door to the exit from the castle in front of me, which was still open, focused on reality. Calmly passing through the gate, I looked around and saw a bench a couple of dozen steps from the castle. Chuckling, I quickly ran up to her and sat on her before focusing my gaze on the entrance to the castle. . . . Nothing. There was no huge crowd with a big sign: "We are going to the Gala!"

Sighing, I leaned back on the bench and closed my eyes. Far away from me, I could feel a very strange thing. A lot of ponies were running forward in pairs while other ponies were moving behind them, not moving their hooves in any way. It would be easier to make sense of it if I saw it with my own eyes. But suppose it's just a carriage. Hmm, it would be even funnier if ponies had horses. Like, a superior race of ponies and uncivilized horses as slaves. So cute.

I agree, slavery and the peak of racism was the best moment in history. Do you know why? It's darkest before dawn. Unfortunately, the people who were supposed to arrange the dawn completely failed their task. Just like you want to do, crybaby. But don't worry, I, Perfection, will take care of it. And the sunset of freedom will never come.

A small smile appeared on my face when I felt the approach of many ponies directly to the castle. So there are only two options left. Or it's my fans that no one has ever heard of and they want to get an autograph. Or it's a bunch of people who were invited to GGG. Do I have to say which option is preferable?

After a while, I heard in the distance, from the direction of the approaching ponies, something strange singing? Putting my hand to my ear, I heard something like a fanfare or something. Greeting guests, perhaps? Continuing to listen, I did not hear any singing. Either it's over or I just messed up. In any case, it's better to just forget about it.

Removing my hand from my ear, I looked towards the approaching ponies, waiting for when I would finally be able to see the crowd with my own eyes. Soon, my wish was fulfilled and I saw a lot of ponies with smiles on their faces and in a lot of different clothes. After a while, the pony who was on the edge of the crowd began to enter the crowd. Sighing, I slowly got up from the bench and said: "That's how it started. I hope this night will be quick."

After a few more seconds, I finally started walking forward while the ponies continued to stream into the castle. Soon my legs carried me to the very end of the queue. A couple of ponies briefly turned around and looked at me in surprise, but did not dare to say anything.

That's good. Let it stay that way.

After what seemed like an eternity, the queue moved forward enough for me to enter the castle. After wiping my glasses, I looked ahead and saw Celestia. Which tucks the hooves of every passing pony and briefly greets. Yeah, it's a very useful activity. Well, since I'm the last in line, then I will have enough time to complete my main task at the Gala.

Unfortunately, I felt the approach of other people from behind. Hoping it was a mistake, I turned around, but as expected, I saw new ponies. It looks like the opportunity to talk to Celestia will not appear soon. Well, then I'll just find the nobles and talk to them.

Hmm, I wonder if we're in line for an event right now, or is it a queue to meet with Celestia?

Hoping for the latter, I leaned closer to the pony in front of me and asked: "Listen, is it necessary to stand in this queue? Or is it entertainment for those who adore Celestia?"

The pony turned around and looked up at me and said: "It's a great honor to attend the Gala and have the opportunity to talk to the princess. Only the stupidest of fools can refuse such an opportunity."

Some familiar face. No, I've never seen a black unicorn with a long horn. And his eyes are the same dark color. And he towers over all the ponies in the queue. Of course not as much as I do, but still significantly. No, it's definitely a stranger, it's the first time I've seen such a pony. Okay, leave him and get out of the queue.

I leaned into his ear and asked: "And you really want to do this? Like just standing in line for a couple of seconds of conversation?"

To my surprise, the black unicorn stopped turning up his nose and whispered with a chuckle: "No, of course not! I just need to just talk to Celestia to do something. And a couple of seconds will be enough for me. "Grinning, I straightened up and asked before leaving the queue: " What's your name, big guy? "

" My name is Dazzle Cause. But I'm not interested in your name, Captain. Even though I know it. The unicorn replied with a chuckle. Wait.

Daniel Ctumer. Initials: DC. Dazzle Cause. Initials: DC. Uh, don't pay attention, but don't pay attention. There are a lot of people in the world who have the same initials as you. And there are many people in the world who have a similar hair color to you. So just ignore it.

Nodding, I waved a little goodbye and left the queue with one long step. After that, I went ahead, along the queue and out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the ponies were looking at me in surprise. Oh, so it might interest you? Damn incompetents.

Putting my hands in my pockets, I continued to walk past the queue while looking at Celestia. As expected, she glanced in my direction every couple of seconds. But soon the attention of Celestia was intercepted by Twilight, who approached her point-blank and, judging by the open mouth, began to say something. But the attention was again intercepted by a new guest, which made Twilight unable to talk properly with the princess. It looks like there is absolutely no point in standing in line. But okay, I wish Dazzle good luck.

Don't wish him anything. It doesn't matter. Or similar initials already make you feel sympathy? Don't answer, it's forbidden to do this if you want to be Perfect.

Sighing, I turned away from Celestia and walked on. In a couple of dozen steps I moved away from Celestia and stopped in front of the fork. Ahead, I felt a lot of ponies standing in small groups. Bingo, a crowd of people is what I need. You just need to find someone who looks good. And "politely" ask for money.

Pulling my hands out of my pockets, I started walking forward to the gate behind which I could hear the music and conversations of the ponies. Once in front of the barrier, I pushed the door with my hand and looked around the room in which I found myself. There were several ponies on the podium at the opposite end of the hall. But my attention was focused on the strange one. An Earth pony playing the cello. I just don't know how she plays, she holds the instrument with her hooves. And how firmly he stands on his hind hooves.

Shaking my head, I focused my gaze on other things in the hall. Firstly, there were several framed windows that looked almost not shabby. Almost. Secondly, most of the ponies gathered around a large table with snacks. Strictly no meat, just tons of sweets, punch and the like. Thank you for not being a chocolate fountain. Thirdly, there was a chandelier hanging on the ceiling under which there was not a single pony.

Very sorry. It would be very nice if there were several ponies under the chandelier, don't you think? No? Well, apparently someone doesn't want to practice throwing a knife, it's a pity.

Sighing, I looked towards the largest of several groups of ponies. And they all gathered, guess where? Right next to a table that can only stand in hell. Trouble. Then my gaze scanned the hall again in search of something interesting. Closer to the wall, there were several tables at which surprisingly no one was sitting. Well, I can take a position and just watch.

Nodding to myself, I reached the tables in a few steps and noticed an unpleasant detail. No chairs. Only the marble floor. Restraining my irritation, I sat down at the table and propped my head on my fist before starting to inspect the room. First of all, I noticed the view from the window. More and more ponies are coming to Canterlot. Looks like I came too early. Also, from a new position, there really were changed. Now everything in the room seems a little higher. It's like I've gotten younger and shorter.

Wait, something's coming. And quickly.

After a moment, I realized the rapid movement of the lines. So fast that I couldn't tell who was moving so fast. Soon, a pink pony in a dress flew into the room like a rocket. Pinkie Pie. Oh shit, she opens her mouth.

Assuming the worst, I quickly put my glasses on the table and covered my ears with my hands. And rightly so. Although despite the closed ears, I could hear the muffled annoying voice of Pinkie, who, judging by the rapid movement similar to a dance, was singing. The main thing is that I don't hear it at full volume. In an attempt to distract myself from this, I focused on the lines. New ponies are coming here. Unfortunately, these are not thestrals. Too bad they could have grabbed Pinkie and thrown her out of here.

After a while, I heard Pinkie finish singing and took my hands away from my ears. Then my eyes noticed a great thing. All the ponies in the room looked at Pinkie with some disapproval. There was silence in the room for a few seconds before one of the ponies asked a reasonable question: "What do you allow yourself, young lady?"

Oh look, now the girl is going to cry. Let's poke a finger at her and start laughing. People will approve of it and join you, I guarantee!

I slowly shook my head and focused on the current situation from my seat. After the phrase pony from the crowd, Pinkie lowered her head down and looked very upset. Even disappointed. Hmm, I think this event gave me enough positive charge to talk a little with the local ponies. The main thing is just not to look at the table with food.

I leaned my hand on the table and was about to get up, but unfortunately, Pinkie noticed me and quickly ran up to me again restoring a smile on her face. Before I could do or say anything, she sat right in front of me and said, "Oh, Dani, I didn't think you'd be at the Gala. Not that I'm complaining, it's always nice to meet a friend, especially when I haven't seen him for a long time. A month is a long separation from friends, you know! By the way, your costume is very beautiful, I think Rarity will like it! Should I take you to her? I'm sure she missed you as much as I did!"

Interrupt her. Make she shut up. Otherwise, she won't stop.

With an exasperated sigh, I slammed my fist on the table loudly, which made Pinkie shut up. Grunting approvingly, I propped my head on my fist and asked: "Yes, yes, it's very unpleasant to see you and all that. Don't you have other things to do? I don't know, dance with a random guy or something. I'm sure there is something much more interesting here than pestering me. "

Pinkie didn't seem to react to my rudeness in any way and replied, glancing at the crowd of ponies to the side: " Well, I came to the Gala because it's the largest party in Equestria. And I wanted to make it even better, because laughter is my element and nothing gives laughter better than parties!"

So, figure out how to distract her. Well, well, well. Right now, right now, something will happen. Now there will be such an idea that everyone will fall.

Eureka. Tilting my head to the side, I closed my eyes and asked: "Pinkie, have you thought about making each guest happy individually? Find out what everyone wants and give it to them. For example, I've never had a plush toy. And if I had a teddy bear right now, I would definitely be satisfied."

"Hmm, that's a great idea, Dani. Thanks! Here's your cute little bear, I hope he will help you sleep like a baby. " Said Pinkie suddenly pulling a teddy bear out of her mane and running away somewhere. Chuckling, I stared at the empty one for a few seconds. It felt so good to be a victim right now. Maybe more often I need to complain about something and ask for something for free.

Don't even think about it, crybaby. The victim's mindset is unacceptable at all.

Sighing, I opened my eyes and looked at the teddy bear on the table. It was brown in color and small in size. Enough so that I could safely hold it in the palm of my hand. Well, Ahirata doesn't deserve a better body. But now I have to walk all over the castle with this in my hands.

"Someone else's opinion is still not taken into account. I said with a sigh. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Pinkie running up to each pony with a smile on her face. Most look at her with some disgust. Well. As long as she's walking around here and pestering people, she won't be able to annoy me with her antics. You wouldn't wish for anything else.

Taking my glasses, I put them on and was about to get up for the second time. But again I was stopped by a familiar voice: "Greetings, Captain Ctumer, nice to see you here."

Turning towards the voice, I saw Fancy. As always in his meaningless clothes and as always with a monocle. While I was looking at him, he just sat down at the table in front of me and looked around and said: "Gala is an incredible event, isn't it?"

This party sucks. I fucking hate these people.

Shrugging my shoulders, I replied, "I have no idea. So far I haven't seen anything interesting or even pleasant here."

Fancy nodded slowly and said changing the subject, "Where did this toy come from? Is it yours? "

Quickly grabbing the teddy bear by the head with my right hand, I replied: " A pink pony gave it to me. So, yes, it's my property. "

Fancy smiled slightly and covered his mouth with a hoof as if trying to hold back laughter. Sighing, I glared at the unicorn and asked: " Do you have any business with me past the main one? Or do you just want to laugh at what things I have? "

These words seemed to make Fancy a little more serious and he said, removing his hoof from his mouth: " No, no. I just didn't expect to see you here and wanted to talk. Maybe I can introduce you to some representatives of my class? So you won't have to sit here in the corner, alone."

I continued to look into his eyes, assuming that he would laugh and distort that this was a joke. But that didn't happen. Is he offering exactly what I want? Well, in that case, you can probably agree to a little help . . .

Stop! Look what's going on behind his back.

Without saying anything, I straightened up and looked behind Fancy. There was a corridor visible, in which there were many thestrals and various ponies were walking. But among them all I could make out two. Pinkie Pie and Flying Night. Squinting, I continued to look at them despite the fact that I felt Fancy's confused gaze on me.

For a few moments, the two ponies just stood in front of each other. From this distance, I can't see if they open their mouths or not. But after a few moments, Flying waved his head somewhere in response to which Pinkie nodded. And they both started going somewhere. How quickly.

Can you trust this idiot to interact with a guest? I'm not either. So to avoid problems, let's go after him.

With a quick nod to myself, I got up from my seat, continuing to hold the bear in my hand, and before running after the two ponies, I said: "It was nice to have a little talk with you Fancy. Don't worry, you'll have the opportunity to talk to me later."

Without waiting for his answer, I quickly ran forward while keeping my eyes on the two ponies. Unfortunately, walking around all the ponies in the hallway so as not to push anyone significantly slowed me down. After a few moments, my eyes widened at the sight of one simple thing. They turned the corner and walked out of my field of vision. And I don't feel the lines for any reason. Wait, these doors are unadorned. . .

Yes, these are living quarters and somewhere here lies a crystal with the soul of ahirat. What do you think two idiots can do in a place like this?

Speeding up the pace and no longer hesitating to push the pony, I managed to catch up and turn the corner. There my eyes noticed a door with a pink tail sticking out of it. But seconds later, the tail followed the main body into the room and the door slammed shut. Barely restraining myself from screaming and hitting in all directions, I started running to the door and said to myself: "If this is what I think, then I will kill you Flying. First I will mock you and torture you before I kill you."

Yes, come on! Come on hurrah! Hurray!

Grabbing the handle with my free hand, I jerked it open and did it so hard that it flew off its hinges. Ignoring this, I stepped over the fallen door and entered the room with clenched teeth. There I saw Pinkie who had taken off her dress and was jumping on the bed. Flying on the other hand just took off his helmet and froze in place at the sight of me.

Looking at him with fury, I clenched my teeth and turned to Pinkie and said trying to sound calm: "I kindly ask you to leave the premises. Whatever this, Khem, my ward tells you, it is not true or something meaningful. I need to have a preventive conversation, okay?"

Fortunately, anger seeped into my voice anyway, causing Pinkie to flinch slightly and jump off the bed. Then she grabbed her dress that was lying on the floor with her teeth and ran out of the room. As soon as I heard that Pinkie's steps were moving away from here, I took a step towards Flying and said with anger in my voice: "You have two sentences to justify yourself and explain what is happening here. Or in reverse order, I don't care."

Flying, to my surprise, grinned and said, "There's love in the air at this time of year, you know. I offered the pink pony to have fun in bed and she agreed, so no compulsion on my part."

After taking a few quick steps, I threw the bear to the ground, grabbed Flying before pinning him to the wall and pulling out a knife to hiss: "Turned on sex, motherfucker. Do you understand that I am responsible for you? Or do I need to explain it to you in the only understandable language? "

Don't wait for an answer. The language of pain is universal.

Flying tried to break out of my grip but realizing the futility of this with difficulty replied: "Yes, yes, I understand. Now let me go, you madman. I'm going to suffocate at this rate."

Putting the knife to his neck, I asked harshly: "Are you sure about this?"

Before he answered, my eyes widened at the sight of the cut I made in Flying's neck, or rather what is dripping from this cut. Green liquid. Blood shouldn't look like that. My old trousers look like that too, but they turned green after a fight with dragons of the appropriate color. But he doesn't look like a dragon.

It's something else. But definitely not a pony.

Throwing Flying to the ground, I did not let him catch his breath and kicked him in the ribs. In response to the blow, he started coughing and tried to say something, but he was interrupted by another kick in the same place. The liar is lucky that I haven't broken anything to him yet. Gripping the knife tightly in my hand, I asked: "What are you and what is your goal? And don't lie to me. I know you're not a pony. "

Flying's eyes widened and he felt the cut on his neck. After looking at the green spot in his experience, he just stared at it for a few seconds. He then took a deep breath and looked around before quietly whispering, " I'm Changeling. A scout to be precise. And I'm from Queen Chrysalis."

Yeah. So now you need to understand what these changelings can do. Considering that he successfully pretended to be your soldier, he can change his appearance. And judging by the same voice, changelings can change muscles. I wonder if he takes your form he will have the same power?

With my head bowed in embarrassment, I squatted down to stick a knife into him in case of anything and asked while the brain was trying to process the situation: "Three questions. First of all, what are your abilities? Secondly, what is your goal? And thirdly, why did you just call yourself that? "

Another cough escaped from his mouth and he answered quietly: " I can change my appearance. And as a scout, it's easier for me to do without absorbing love. I'm here because Her Majesty ordered me to keep an eye on you. And I'm answering all your questions because it's not in your best interest to eliminate me. Or tell other ponies."

Don't look like an idiot and don't ask why he thinks that. Everything is obvious. If you kill him, the agreement with Chrysalis can be considered broken. And we don't even know how many changelings are around. Most likely, everyone around is a spy. All.

Looking down at him, I asked, continuing the interrogation and already assuming the answer: "From what moment? Since when has my soldier been replaced by a changeling?"

"Since all the soldiers had a week's vacation. So in Manhattan, it was me who looked at all the madness that you were doing. And you know, changelings are usually considered monsters, so being terrible by our standards is a real achievement. " Flying replied with sarcasm at the end of his remark. How brave. And I can't even do anything to him. I would not like to break the agreement when I can be completely surrounded by changelings.

See? He's never been your ally or, uh, friend. He was just a spy.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly got up and asked with an empty look: "What is your name? Yes, I'll still call you what I'm used to, but I'd like to know your real name."

The changeling disguised as a thestral slowly got up and rubbing his neck with a hoof replied: "My name is Abdomen. The Changelings don't have surnames, if anything."

Let's call it Flying, okay? Just so that the label in my head matches the words.

Sighing, I asked returning to annoyance: "That still doesn't explain why you tried to get the pony into bed."

Chuckling, Flying replied as if everything was fine now: "If you haven't looked at the calendar, I'll tell you. Today is the nineteenth of March. Very soon, the ponies will begin to burst with love, especially the mares. And even the atmosphere before the feast is already maddening. Here it is already impossible to resist feeding on real love. Although you hardly know what I mean."

Feed on love. Let's put down all the nasty thoughts that are possible, okay? Now you need to be collected, calm and logical.

Tilting my head to the side, I squinted and asked: "Then why didn't you do anything like that when we were in Manhattan? Do you only get thirsty when there are a lot of ponies around?"

Flying looked like he was going to start laughing, but he suppressed the urge and replied just as quietly: "Well, you see, as I said earlier, changeling scouts can get around without love for much longer. And what's more, you can get a little love without touching the pony. For example, wine or other alcohol. Of course, these are drops and it is impossible to survive on them. But at least something. "

Getting love from alcohol. Okay, crybaby, I have a theory. In fact, these Changelings do not feed on love, as he says, but on endorphin. So instead of being parasites, they can switch to, I don't know, drugs? Also a lot of endorphins.

Taking a deep breath, I turned around, picked up the teddy bear and said, "Cover your neck with something so that no one will notice. You can tear the blanket and put it on as a scarf, for example. Simply. . . Just act like it didn't happen."

"Yes, yes. Can I at least have some wine as compensation, eh? After all, you hurt my neck. Flying asked, causing me to freeze in place. How can you be so brazen? Maybe I can't reveal him and kill him, but still. He's being too bold.

Without turning around, I said, barely restraining my rage: "Don't even think. If you want alcohol for yourself, then steal it, for example. I don't care, just don't try to get the pony into bed, and everything will be fine. As good as possible after today."

Fortunately, he didn't say anything and I was able to leave the room calmly. Standing in the middle of the corridor, my gaze fell on the door that was lying on the floor. I really listened to Flying. His opinion really mattered, probably. And what now? He was a spy. Maybe all the words addressed to me were just something written in the manual? Just a way to gain trust? Zero truth?

See, crybaby? You can't trust anyone. No one will ever talk to you voluntarily if there is another option. The whole world works according to the principles of diplomacy, but not you. All you can do is fight until you die. You're a shark. If you stop, you will die. Keep swimming and look for prey.

Taking a deep breath, I looked around trying to find the door to my room. While my eyes were trying to find familiar landmarks, I began to think what to do next. I'm definitely going to need some time to digest this properly and recover. Right now I don't feel at all in a condition to talk a lot. So I guess I'll just throw the bear on the bed and watch the Gala from afar. Maybe I'll see something funny.

At the end of my reflections, I found a familiar door that was the closest to the turn. We can only hope for the best. Nodding to myself, I went to the door and opened it with my left hand and saw that I was not mistaken. Yes, this is my room. Sighing, I took a step forward and threw the teddy bear on the bed. Then a thought occurred to me. Maybe just sleep and that's it? Of course, I'm unlikely to succeed, but what if? It's like I don't have any other useful activities here anyway.

Hey, crybaby, you forgot something! They wanted to give you a medal, remember? This was reported almost immediately after the murder of Ahirata. You don't want to miss the opportunity to get everyone's approval and admiration, right?

"Let the people and their approval go to the ass. And anyway, Celestia said that I was invited to the Gala to relax." I muttered, closing the door behind me and starting to unbutton my shirt. Throwing off my shirt and jacket to the ground, I walked listlessly to the window and closed it. After looking around the room and making sure that the light does not penetrate here, I went to the bed and jumped on it. Then I crawled to the pillow and buried my face in it and exhaled heavily before closing my eyes. Slowly, my consciousness began to disconnect from reality. Before I finally fell asleep, I heard a loud rumble like something big had fallen. Maybe a column or a statue? This was followed by sounds of panic and seemingly animals. Others will deal with this. Or they are also spies and they won't do anything. To throw the responsibility on me.

Looks like someone's having the best night of their life, right, crybaby? Okay, go to sleep, you've almost done it anyway. I'm sorry today, crybaby. You can arrange a holiday for that reason.

And on this thought, I finally turned off and at least for the next couple of hours forgot about this day.