⚔️Serberia

- It's not that I need a lot of preparation, but reading isn't really the best option right now, - Anselm countered. - By the way, I also invited one of our town's guests to perform, who clearly needs the help of our goddess and, of course, you, Almadina. I promised him that I would introduce you after the performance. Besides, he also loves music, so he might enjoy the concert.

— So that's what it is... — After listening to Anselm, Almadina clenched her fists, determined to help the needy traveler. — I will do everything I can, otherwise, I wouldn't be a priestess of Arteria! — Then she looked away and muttered something quietly.
Over the next half hour, the townspeople began to arrive in the church halls. Mostly, they were children of Baldur, whom Anselm knew well, but there were also some of their parents among them. Among the listeners was also Ivein Scabiosa.
The music chosen by Almadina was cheerful and energetic, that is, the kind that, in her opinion, should please the children. Anselm played the lyre, Carolina played the trumpet, and the priestess was in charge of vocals.
After the performance, two children ran up to Anselm.
— Uncle Anselm, Uncle Anselm, — the boy turned out to be one of Virgil's students named Homeric, — how do you do that?