"The Diary of Regulator Luciana Volume 1":

Date: 1E 2712? (month and day unknown).

I am writing this diary with an unsteady hand. The robot says that I will soon be able to fully control my new fingers. I doubt it.

I've never kept a diary. It seems like a vanity move - putting your life's pursuit down on paper as if everyone wants to read it. But given the circumstances, I think it's worth the effort

.I found myself in a very strange place - Clockwork City.

It wasn't an easy journey. I don't remember much. There seemed to be trees, a forest of Valen. I remember hitting something with the summoned magic knife, and then a flash of light. What else? Just pain and whispers.

When I awoke, I found myself suspended inside a glass sphere—drenched in some viscous liquid. Polished metal clips held my shattered limbs in place while tiny mechanical beings stitched flesh to new brass prosthetics.

.To my great surprise, I felt that I had no need to breathe - only a deep longing and dreamy spirit (supporting me). I saw a tall elf staring at me from the other side of the glass, his

His face was distorted by the curved surface of the sphere. He called himself Sotha Sil and told me that I would live. He also said that I had a son.

What a surprise. I didn't even know I was pregnant. Apparently, as the machines rushed to stabilize my ruined body, they found this tiny, breathless child. In Tamriel, seriously

Premature birth would have been a death sentence, but here the impossible seemed effortlessly achieved.

I never imagined having children. It would be completely impractical to carry a child around while fighting the Akaviri of Dragon Land. But time and circumstances have made fools of us all.

I named him Marius - the name of his father's grandfather. If I die from my injuries, I hope this diary will let him know something. He should at least know his own history.

Date: 1E 2712(?) Muyang 15th.

The more I learned about the Clockwork City, the more it attracted me. The Brass Keep provided a comfortable place to live. It was a dry, hard place—full of strange machinery and strange people. Most of them dark elves.

Sure, I'd met the Dunmer before, but these Clockwork Apostles seemed to be a unique breed. They valued logic and innovation above all else. Can you imagine? My fellow battle mages often laughed at

I clung to cool reason: "Where's your passion? Luciana." As if I didn't have passion in my rigorous thinking.

Sotha Sil still checks in on me from time to time. I've never seen anyone like him. The Apostles worship him like a god, but I can tell it makes him uncomfortable. He makes only occasional eye contact—

—Not out of timidity. He was just always preoccupied with something else. A device, a book, some other odd clockwork. Whenever the opportunity arose, I asked him questions—about the nature of the place, his motives, his

I never got a straight and clear answer from him. However, he seemed to enjoy moving around. I could feel that even here, surrounded by admirers and loyal machines, he was still extremely lonely.

The apostles kept telling me that blasphemy was acceptable - even encouraged - here. But it seemed like a "backless faith." I told Lector Marilia, the caretaker, that I and "Clockwork

She was petrified. For example, I asked Sotha Sil about the persistent rumors that he and other members of the Tribunal murdered the Dark Elf King Induriel Nerevar. According to Mary

Leah said that the topic was absolutely taboo. Even so, Sotha Sil answered my question with a calm grace that surprised me.

"Why do you think that happened?" he asked. I told him I didn't understand the question.

"Why do we sit here talking? Why does young Marius exist? Why do I rule here while you recover in it?"

I sat quietly for a while and then replied, "Because that's the way it is."

His cold face melted into a serious half-smile: "Indeed."

I can't be sure, but there seemed to be relief in his voice. His shoulders relaxed, his tone changed—he looked like someone who had found peace in his sin. After a while, he thanked me for talking to him, and then

Leave the room silently.

I looked down at Marius, who was sleeping soundly in his brass crib. In that moment, everything seemed to make sense. The Clockwork City was finally starting to feel like home."

"The Diary of Regulator Luciana Volume 2":

Date: 1E 2713 (?) Night Star Moon 12th.

After a year of contemplation, I decided to take a place among the Clockwork Apostles. At least I think it's been a year - time passes very strangely here.

This was not an easy decision. In my heart, I never stopped serving my Lord Reman Cyrodiil. But now, the conflict in Tamriel seems far away. Akavir, Valen Forest, Koh

Colovian (home to the city of Chorrol, one of the nine major cities in Cyrodiil); they are all so far away - far away from everything here. In the Clockwork City, it requires work, logic, and

Order. As an apostle of King Set, I can make a real contribution. And, to be honest, if anyone is qualified to replace Reman Cyrodiil in my mind, it's Sotha Sil.

Initially, I struggled with the idea of ​​idolizing him - mostly because he seemed uncomfortable with it. I was worried that our conversation would fizzle out, or that he would think of me less. Fortunately, when I told him this

He seemed happy when told the news.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I can't think of anything better than this," he said. Then he knelt down beside Marius and took his little hand. For a moment, he seemed

Very distant—almost sadly. Finally, he whispered: "Your mother was strong and wise. I'm so glad I found you both."

I don’t know why, but I blurted out: “Why did you save us?”

King Seth paused for a moment, then whispered: "For one day you will shine."

Before I could ask him what he meant, he disappeared. And Marius smiled. He had been watching with interest as Sotha Sil disappeared into the light. For my part, I felt an uneasiness.

.I hope I didn’t offend him.

Date: 1E 2721(?) The 26th of Chubudu.

Something was wrong. Marius was having trouble with his health again. According to the monitoring machine, he became weak, short of breath, and collapsed outside The Cloisters. This was the third time in as many weeks.

At first I thought he was just pushing himself too hard. Nine-year-old boys have a tendency to overexert themselves, and he was always a little weak. But when I found him in the room, he was pale and his voice was urgent. He asked me how

Yes. I told him I really didn’t know. I would take him to Factotum Medica tomorrow.

Date: 1E 2721(?) Rain Palm 9th.

After several days of testing, the cyborgs and clinicians finally came up with a diagnosis: a birth-related heart defect. Apparently, the circumstances of his birth (my ruined body, his severe premature birth, and the journey across dimensions) had caused some kind of

Massive bleeding or twisted arteries. In Tamriel, he may have died. Or rather, it was a second death.

I asked for a prognosis, but Cyborg refused to provide one because of the wide range of potential outcomes. He could live to be thirty, or he could die tomorrow. In either case, his life would be difficult and short.

I remain (uncharacteristically) optimistic. King Seth has repaired worse injuries (than my son) and restored life to those who were left with only one breath. In the Clockwork City, Marius's flaws are not irreparable. Wait for the solution
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