Reimian Empire

The world before Ayano's eyes changed. The street where they stopped was filled with the numerous souls of people passing by. As with the guy who had spoken to her, they were predominantly shades of gray. He himself was somewhat startled by the sudden appearance of the mask on the miko's face, but in response, he only murmured something like "c-cool..."

Revan, if a melee fight breaks out, are there any restrictions on firing the crossbow? Or can I just reload and shoot point-blank?

You can.

- If he doesn't like you, there must be reasons for it. And where is Jole now? Apparently, you aren't a very obedient boy, wandering around alone.

— ... Probably at home. Or looking for me. I don't know, I don't care. I'm already an adult and I know the city better than he does, so I won't get lost.
While they were talking, the elf and the boy reached the shop.

-- And... how much will you learn if you die now? I am walking this path... because Muneshige bequeathed it so. Because one must become better and make the world better. Because there are always people who need help. If I fought everyone to the death just for the sake of it, how far would I have gone? Would I have been able to help... well, anyone at all? These aren't toys.
-- I forgot... My name is Tsukiko Shimizu. And I wanted to say that the person I studied under is named Rio Nakamura. And he is incredible! Honest to word, he can cut off a mosquito's nose so that the rest of the mosquito remains intact! And even with him, we didn't always train with real katanas. He was precise and careful. He wouldn't let me hurt him, and he never seriously hurt me himself. But... do you understand what I mean? We can't do that... although I don't actually know about you.

— I... — The girl could not find the right words for the situation.
— Foolish child. — A man in a mask, who had not uttered a word until then, intervened in the conversation. — You say that the martial arts are not toys, but your reflections are nothing more than the naive dreams of a foolish child. Why, do you think, was the weapon you carry forged with a sharp blade? Why are the techniques your master taught you so dangerous? A warrior is a sword, and a sword has only one purpose — to kill others. If a person wishes to help those around them, they become a healer, a teacher, or a politician. All of man's troubles stem from disease, stupidity, and injustice. A warrior does not solve these problems; he can only help one side of a conflict eliminate their consequences. Those who step upon this path in order to "help others" are either fools or liars. Who are you?

Nice. What about work?

The work was not difficult, but very routine. No special skills or knowledge were required, so it was quite simple to blend into the workflow. As the manager explained to Alaria, many people from the hinterlands come here to earn extra money, and many choose this position for precisely those reasons.

After chatting a bit more with his new acquaintances, Seliad said goodbye to them and headed toward Circon Street. There, he hoped to drop into the local newspaper building and purchase a fresh issue to at least have a rough idea of the news in the city. After the drinks, he felt warm and good in his soul, and he even began to hum an old song, but he caught himself just in time, lest the locals misunderstand him.

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+98 chronicle issue

Into the Sky!
The statement made by the daughter of the CEO of the Reimeford company, Gailardia Reimeford, shocked many entrepreneurs, dreamers, and tech fans. The project this company has undertaken is none other than an airship! Once, humans managed to conquer the land, and then the sea, but has the time finally come to make the sky the domain of man? Representatives of the Reimeford company are not disclosing many details of the project, but it is already known that the engines of these ships will run on modified Alait crystals and a refined mixture of red and blue erinium.
Specialists at the company expect the completion of the development of the first airship's working prototype by the summer of 768.

“Autumn Leaves” back in the empire
The criminal organization “Autumn Leaves” has reappeared on the territory of the Reimeian Empire. In the past, law enforcement managed to liquidate members of this group and suppress its activity within the empire's borders, however, as long as the organization's leader, Vanir Hessendark, is alive, they will never be completely defeated.
As a reminder, the Beliad aristocrat achieved great influence and amassed a fortune through the constant armed conflicts that have taken place on the southern side of the inland sea since ancient times and continue to this day. He traded in weapons and information, and provided the services of mercenary armies and professional assassins. In 750, Vanir Hessendark began engaging in slave trading, which subsequently became the main source of income for the “Autumn Leaves”.
The editorial board of the “Reimeian Chronicles” asks readers to exercise caution, avoid associating with suspicious people, and avoid deserted streets.

Emperor Retired
The Emperor of the Reimeian Empire, Olivius Lapis Reime, has made the final decision to withdraw from state activities and has left the post of head of government to his wife, Empress Liatris. It is unknown what the emperor will occupy himself with now; he prefers to spend his time away from the eyes of our publication.