Everyone grew tense upon hearing the rough mechanical voice.
"As I see it, this is what's supposed to save us," Aran smirked and waited for the mechanism's voice to speak again.
At that moment, the rough mechanical voice echoed once more:
[You have three chances to solve my riddles. First: — you shout brightly. Second: — quiet as a rock. Third: — only when you realize the first two were awful, like the constant urge to say: "Yes!"]
"…"
The six people looked around in confusion until Aran laughed and shouted:
"Bring on the riddles!"
Royal shook his head and said:
"Looks like our trials inside the castle are just beginning... Anyway, according to the mechanism? We have three chances to answer its riddles: on the first one, we must answer loudly. On the second, we must answer quietly. On the third... I think we can speak in any tone, but we must give a clear answer."
"And what if we get all three wrong?" Yulan asked nervously, glancing at the approaching wall of spikes.
