⚔️Serberia

— Hello, Aizen. How are things at the clinic today, everything quiet? — the Mirian's gaze lingered on the bonsai standing on the windowsill. — There is one thing that concerns me...
The young man approached the window, examining the plant as if recalling something. He had seen such things before, but in a completely different place...
— That girl... Yua. She looks like a normal, healthy child, but as for where she came from... I don't think staying inside a tree for an indefinite amount of time is a healthy way to spend one's time. It seems that in some way the forest spirit protected her, which perhaps explains the strange unconscious state. But what caused the amnesia? Could it be that the spirit deliberately erased her memory to block some psychological trauma?
Ryohei frowned thoughtfully. Perhaps a rational approach is not entirely appropriate for this riddle? He turned to Aizen.
— In your practice, have you ever encountered mystical things that medicine cannot definitively identify?

-- However, most people manage to live their lives encountering only the dangers inherent to all human beings: diseases, age, and the ever-following poverty. And yet, the baron's methods are quite... persuasive. Yes, that is precisely the reason for my visit. If you do not need my help for the next day or two, I will take the baron up on his offer to teach us the basics of self-defense. Otherwise, I certainly would not neglect my primary duties.

I'm putting three levels into bows, nod to Gregor, and take down the abomination — kiting if necessary.

Anders continues to move furniture until the bitter end.

-- What wonderful children, -- Gullveig took both of them in her arms. -- Unlike me at your age; I was disobedient and naughty. Now... did I forget anything?
It seems there was another obvious source of danger in Baldur, it was right... on the surface. On the surface?
-- Oh. Yua, you probably don't know how to swim? Ask Doctor Aizen or Father Gungnir to teach you, and until then, don't go near the pond, clear? That's all, I won't bother you anymore, honestly! Mmmm, unless you want to look into Amber again... with me.

Seeing the price tags, the girl quickly realized that even the cheapest options would cost Gungnir's pupils nearly all their savings. The only remaining option was alchemical ingredients, about which the girl went to Gregor's shop to inquire. Both about their availability and whether any could be obtained in the forests surrounding Baldur. The second option was even more preferable for the Argalian — there was something special about ingredients gathered personally, and it could also be combined with training in the wilderness.

— Wow, what covers!.. I assume the book of Demons belongs to Victor, and this one is... ahem, if I may say so, fictional reading about married life.