⚔️Serberia

During the duels, the baron casually mentioned that the five people who finish in last place will be cleaning up the town (i.e., will not receive any event points) for an entire week.

The news Ilva heard only further dampened her mood: she naturally had no doubt that she would be among these "lucky" ones. Nevertheless, all her attention was now focused on the wounded Renold, who was being bandaged by a local healer.
—Well, it looks like we're in for a not-so-fun week. —limping slightly, her brother sat down nearby to catch his breath before the next duel.
Ilva cast a quick glance at him, in which he easily read everything she thought about what was happening, about the old baron, and about this village in general.
—Oh, don't worry, we're just playing around. And there are doctors here, so everything is perfectly safe. —Renold tried to cheer up his sister. —But we'll gain a lot of useful experience! —he nodded towards the fighting townsfolk. —I never thought there were so many good warriors here; I have a lot to learn.
—But I didn't want to learn how to fight. —Ilva said quietly and turned away from the bloodthirsty duelists. Her gaze fell on the tree where Imelda was sitting. For a moment, she felt sorry for the white-haired girl, but then she felt relieved that she was not the only one who felt out of place here. In the end, pity for herself was overshadowed by thoughts of others, and she turned back to her brother.
—But now you understand what I was talking about. And the longer we stay here...
—Okay, I agree, Il. Let's discuss everything again later. —Renold, who was feeling much better, was already eagerly looking for a new opponent. —But first, I suggest we finish all this.

in general, tomorrow I will fight everyone all day on auto-battle, and if possible, I will play later