"Because she was already loved by someone!" - Rohen was surprised by such a wild reaction. - "She be to return her to her fiance! Now pay for your selfishness, suffer for becoming attached to her."
"I won't leave it like this, Rohen!" Adivaris jumped to his feet, waving his fists.
"Are you serious? Brave enough to fight a Phoenix? That made me laugh!"
"You have no right to interfere in the private life of the elite, your business is the war!"
"I have the right to everything that concerns justice. I am the Lord of the syrinxes of all ranks. You are crossing all boundaries! Your permissiveness brings suffering to living beings."
"Their suffering is incomparable to ours. Mortal men can easily find a new woman and live with her for the rest of their lives. And I can't even die, unable to kill myself, this loneliness mocks and mocks me. Here you are! Came and took my love. Why? Everything is fine in your life: your wife is immortal! You are not lonely, and she loves you. But I didn't have such happiness..."
Rohen watched in amazement at the heart-rending torment of the aristocrat, who fell to the floor in despair. He couldn't even think about that the salvation of Neylira would crush Adivaris so much. It was merciless to leave him in such a pitiful state, despite his depravity.
He extended his hand to him and commanded:
"Get up! Stop the hysteria! I will heal your soul wounds."
Adivaris raised his head and looked in confusion at the all-powerful magician, who could solve any problem.
"Do you want to help me? Why? You just punished me."
"I not only punish, but also help. Come with me and you won't be alone anymore."
The aristocrat rose to his feet and took Rohen's hand, guessing that the teleport was about to happen.
He suddenly found himself on the street of some colorful city, immersed in lush greenery and flowers, squinting from the bright sun. Bizarre white stone buildings with turrets glazed with multi-colored stained glass windows surrounded on all sides.
Men and women with black wings walked leisurely everywhere and held pretty kids in their arms. Everyone immediately noticed the appearance of the Lord and the new guest and, smiling, stared at Adivaris, who could not hide his amazement.
"Where are we?" - He asked, stunned.
"This is Ornalion, the city of freedom and love. Here the immortal syrinxes of both genders live happily in harmony."
"Just unbelieveble! The city of Zaria that everyone is talking about? But it takes about seven years to get to this planet."
"Rohen, do we have a new guest from Xantari?" - One girl asked. - "How magnificent and strong!"
She came closer, without hesitation, looking at the newcomer with obvious pleasure. Adivaris said his name and looked around, noticing that several more winged women were approaching him. Each of them introduced herself in a gentle, ringing voice and remained standing nearby, casting an inviting glance at him.
"What they want?" - The aristocrat asked Rohen in a whisper.
"They are waiting for your decision about who you will go for a walk with," - the Phoenix grinned. "If you want, choose everyone! They will show you the city, talk to you, and offer you accommodation for the night."
"Are you going to leave me here, or what?"
"I promised you to heal your soul wounds, so take advantage of the hospitality. Why not a resort? Look how much they like you," - Rohen chuckled at the confused expression on Adivaris's face.
"Aren't they someone's wives?"
"Do you really care? No man will fight with you over such nonsense. They love to entertain aliens here. You tell them how you fought, what you saw, they will be happy to listen to your stories."
"Does the ruler know I'm here?"
"And here he is - Lariel! He noticed us."
Adivaris was dumbfounded when he saw the magnificent syrinx slowly and regally approaching them in a long purple gown with a low cut on the chest. Such an unprecedented combination of beauty and strength could only belong to a superbeing. Its vibes, comparable to the power of the Rulers, caused reverent awe.
"Oh, Rohen! As always, you have your surprises," - the King of Ornalion said jokingly, coming closer. - "I still can't get used to your unpredictability. Why are you messing around with the Xantari elite? Do you hope to fix the hopeless?"
Lariel pierced the unexpected guest with a fiery gaze. He shivered from his gaze and frowned: the luxurious King of the rebellious colony turned out to be too cheeky.
Rohen replied mockingly:
"You know, I often act spontaneously - this is the key to success. Adivaris just needs to visit an ideal society where no one is lonely."
"You always find some arguments. So you will drag all the aristocrats here under some ridiculous pretext. You would wait twenty years for my daughters to grow up..."
"Did you have daughters?" - Adivaris perked up. - "How did you manage to do this?"
Lariel laughed heartily:
"I tried very hard. Well, don't worry, you can do it too if you stay."
"Is it possible to stay?" - The guest asked in bewilderment.
"If you fall in love and get married, then yes, you can live in my city. But I will not allow my citizens to be taken to Xantari to your sick society. Are you looking for a friend for centuries? There's a lot of choice here. Our girls are immortal and invulnerable from your vibes."
"And now you surprise me, Lariel!" - Rohen inserted a word. - "You distribute citizenship to the Xantarians..."
Adivaris glanced at the girls, who were patiently waiting for the guest's decision, smiling sweetly. It was difficult to call them beauties, but they cast passionate and promising glances. He was pleased by their relaxedness and willingness to have a good time. The prospect of having fun on a strange wild planet with winged aborigines turned him on in earnest. He stepped away from his interlocutors and was immediately captured by the tender embrace of four girls, quietly chirping pleasant enchanting words that plunged him into slight relaxation. Adivaris obediently followed them, dissolving in the blissful and serene atmosphere of the city, leaving his unsuccessful romance with a mortal in the past.