While Kalentia rested after yet another duel, she had time to carefully consider the phrase Gungnir had uttered earlier. It wouldn't leave her alone, although not for the same reason as some of her opponents. The words about cleaning could easily be either a bluff or the truth, but their essence was the same: to motivate even those participants who, under other circumstances, might not take the process seriously. And that would be fine, except the baron had gathered all of his adult pupils for his miniature tournament, including those who had never shown much interest in such things. For some reason, he wanted to test their combat readiness, even if in such imperfect conditions. In the Argalian's opinion, there was a good chance that even the winners wouldn't be able to freely dispose of their free time next week, but would be occupied with some task assigned by Gungnir. Very likely, a risky task. And if her assumptions were correct, then the unlucky cleaners weren't as unlucky as they might seem at first glance. In any case, everything should become clear soon.
Getting to her feet, the girl scanned the other contestants with her eyes and headed towards Eir.
— So, are you in the mood for another duel?
Ple-Sen
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