⚔️Serberia

—Let me be frank: given your circumstances, victory over Veserod was impossible, and you lost even before the duel began. The guy had significantly more experience and a territorial advantage. I suppose this truth might be unpleasant for you, but it's a valuable lesson. During competitions, you had no choice, but in real-life situations, it should teach you not to seek battles where they can be avoided, which is one of the main rules for a warrior who wants to live a long life and keep all their limbs. As for Gulveig, you shouldn't have closed the distance; you should have simply moved around the designated battle area, waiting for the duel to end. Sometimes, a shameful draw is better than a glorious defeat. Of course, this is only true in the current circumstances: train, and other opportunities will open up for you.

Renold had never thought before that some battles were doomed to fail, and in some, it was worth seeking a draw. The main thing, as he realized, was to realistically assess his own strengths and capabilities. This kind of thinking would probably have a positive effect on him.
—Thank you very much for the advice. —he bowed his head respectfully. —I will try not to forget your words. Well, I won't bother you any longer.
Leaving the baron's office, Renold ran into Ilva.
—Hey! —he said happily.
—Hi. —remembering their morning conversation, Ilva blushed slightly, but the situation was hopeless. —Can you lend me 50 seliks?
—What? —her brother asked. —What do you need them for?
—What does it matter to you? I need them.
—No, Ilv, you know we're counting every coin right now. If we keep wasting the budget like this, we'll be living under our father's roof for the rest of our lives...
Ilva, struck by her own words, blushed deeply and stared at the floor. —I need to help Claudia. And maybe she'll reward me later. But if you don't want to, then don't! —the girl turned sharply and started to walk away, but Renold stopped her.
—I'm just kidding, kidding. —he smiled, took her hand, and poured the rest of his money into her palm. —Pay me back with interest!
—Thanks, Ren! Don't worry, I will) —Ilva, beaming, kissed her brother on the cheek and ran back to "The Truth".
The guy shrugged, remembered Gungnir's words, and hurried to the training hall.