Heroist
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Having finished his training, Renold was resting in his modestly furnished room when Ilva burst in, as usual. Her brother was already used to such unceremonious visits; he was glad that they were no longer arguing over the events of last week.
“So, did you manage to help Claudia?” Renold asked, watching as Ilva spread some books on the table.
“Yeah.” Her sister nodded briefly, then approached her brother and handed him a bag of boots. “Here, this is for your help.”
“Uh… she could have just given me money…” Renold scratched his head, examining the purchase.
“You could at least say thank you! Look at what you’re wearing.” She glanced with disdain at the half-broken clogs that served as the young man’s shoes. “I almost died of embarrassment watching you try to run in those last week.”
“They’re good enough for me,” the young man shrugged, then quickly added: “But I’m not complaining, thank you very much! And… what are you reading?” He decided to change the subject, nodding towards the books his sister had spread out.
“Well, someone has to broaden their horizons, not just swing a stick all day.” Ilva smirked. “Although this one,” she ran her finger over the cover of “Visterian Currencies,” “is the most boring thing I’ve ever read.”
“And the second one?” Renold flipped through “Airisufir” in his hands. “Sounds interesting, can I borrow it? I’ll take a look when I have time.”
“Okay. Well, I don’t have time to stand around here, I need to go to the market.” Ilva quickly gathered her things and headed for the exit. “See you tonight.”
Renold watched his sister leave and stood thoughtfully in the middle of the room for a few minutes. Then, with quick steps, he headed to the meeting place regarding the golem. Now he also wanted to prove that he wasn’t wasting his time in the training hall for nothing.
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However, during the battle, the command assigned him to… guard the trees at the edge of the arena? Renold was slightly upset by this outcome, but he perfectly understood that he wouldn’t be of much use in this battle anyway, and in a sense, he had even imposed himself on the others. Be that as it may, they gained experience working together, the battle ended without casualties, so overall, the young man was satisfied with the result. Waiting for the others to finish their business, he silently headed back to the village. He didn’t feel like raising his voice after today’s “heroism.” The words of old Gungnir came to mind. Renold sighed heavily and shook his head. Of course, the baron was right. He will always have time to die. Take, for example, the task of exploring the western forest, which he had previously seen on the notice board – they will definitely have to deal with it.
Having finished his training, Renold was resting in his modestly furnished room when Ilva burst in, as usual. Her brother was already used to such unceremonious visits; he was glad that they were no longer arguing over the events of last week.
“So, did you manage to help Claudia?” Renold asked, watching as Ilva spread some books on the table.
“Yeah.” Her sister nodded briefly, then approached her brother and handed him a bag of boots. “Here, this is for your help.”
“Uh… she could have just given me money…” Renold scratched his head, examining the purchase.
“You could at least say thank you! Look at what you’re wearing.” She glanced with disdain at the half-broken clogs that served as the young man’s shoes. “I almost died of embarrassment watching you try to run in those last week.”
“They’re good enough for me,” the young man shrugged, then quickly added: “But I’m not complaining, thank you very much! And… what are you reading?” He decided to change the subject, nodding towards the books his sister had spread out.
“Well, someone has to broaden their horizons, not just swing a stick all day.” Ilva smirked. “Although this one,” she ran her finger over the cover of “Visterian Currencies,” “is the most boring thing I’ve ever read.”
“And the second one?” Renold flipped through “Airisufir” in his hands. “Sounds interesting, can I borrow it? I’ll take a look when I have time.”
“Okay. Well, I don’t have time to stand around here, I need to go to the market.” Ilva quickly gathered her things and headed for the exit. “See you tonight.”
Renold watched his sister leave and stood thoughtfully in the middle of the room for a few minutes. Then, with quick steps, he headed to the meeting place regarding the golem. Now he also wanted to prove that he wasn’t wasting his time in the training hall for nothing.
***
However, during the battle, the command assigned him to… guard the trees at the edge of the arena? Renold was slightly upset by this outcome, but he perfectly understood that he wouldn’t be of much use in this battle anyway, and in a sense, he had even imposed himself on the others. Be that as it may, they gained experience working together, the battle ended without casualties, so overall, the young man was satisfied with the result. Waiting for the others to finish their business, he silently headed back to the village. He didn’t feel like raising his voice after today’s “heroism.” The words of old Gungnir came to mind. Renold sighed heavily and shook his head. Of course, the baron was right. He will always have time to die. Take, for example, the task of exploring the western forest, which he had previously seen on the notice board – they will definitely have to deal with it.
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