⚔️Serberia

Sorry, when I'm sober, I can't seem to play the game well, and when I'm drunk, I can't hit the keys.

—Thank you. With the book? Uh, it's nothing, but... I really need it today. If you would allow me to borrow it for a while, or I can buy it for the full price, here. —Ilva thought it was worth adding some clarification to what she said: —The thing is, I need to learn more about Airisufir, and we don't have many sources on that in our village. So, if you could add something of your own to this book, since you and Lady Cecilia lived there for a long time, like your personal experience, that would be great. —The girl fell silent and looked at the floor, embarrassed.

—A perfectly worthy goal, but what's the rush? Well, in any case, there's no reason why you can't buy the book. I glanced at the writings of this man and I'll tell you this: he saw a lot in Airisufir, and what he describes is mostly true, but he understood very little of it, and sometimes he made false conclusions, either out of ignorance or deliberately with mockery. In general, Airisufir can be understood, but only if you see it for yourself, but there are a couple of things to keep in mind while reading this: Airisufir is primarily defined by Clematis, and even then, not all of it; perhaps the common folk are just as they are in any other country, only with a little more awareness: just look at the mess that was among the heirs of Serberia, and the current vegetable on its throne, or at the Heckelian rulers—there may be dark spots in history, but the dynasty of Air El Sufir has never known such shame. And secondly, Yan Dere writes about mystery, but there is no special secret in Airisufir, and the whole secret of its charm is simple: efficiency—from the use of people to the use of resources, verticality, because some people are more worthy than others, and, of course, the appropriate fate for useless human beings, and development—the culture of Airisufir is not "unique" or "special," it is simply that following the previous principles has made it more perfect than others. Aesthetics—a natural need of every thinking being, only not everyone has reached this point by the end of the eighth century, and where they have, every culture is stifled by incompetence, negligence, and the inability to solve even more pressing problems, and all the best that could be has been overgrown with all sorts of vulgarity like weeds.
Having finished with this sad conclusion, Alessia was surprised at herself, how she, usually laconic, had gotten so carried away. It must be that Baldr is having a bad influence on her, since she allows herself to get so emotional.