⚔️Serberia

The Myraian felt somewhat disheartened. He had been training, stocking up on equipment, and donning new armor, looking forward to the next expedition. But then this Iwein showed up, flaunting some strange device, and suddenly all the girls wanted to help him urgently. And so, Ryohei stood there, watching them persuade him to take them to Victor's wife, and gradually lost track of what he was even doing there. He was about to remind the sisters what they had originally gathered for, but then Kalentia started asking Iwein about the camera, and it became clear that she wouldn't let him go, so the guy mentally waved his hand and just waited for it to be over.

— Our family—you, me, Yua, Aunt Emilia, and Uncle Gungnir, the rest of our brothers and sisters—smiled the Argalian. I think such an image could be a great gift for Aunt Emilia's anniversary. Something much more valuable than the gift we were initially considering.

Unlike Gulveig, Ryohei wasn't particularly enthusiastic about this idea. He imagined the whole family noisily gathering in front of the camera, pushing and shoving, trying to squeeze into the frame. The same thought kept running through his head: "when will this be over?" And then, after a long and tedious setup of this technological marvel and a few shots "to choose the best one," they would get a picture of some cropped-out people, breathing down each other's necks, huddled together like chicks in a nest behind the massive figure of Gungnir. And he would be somewhere in the background, barely visible, with only the hilt of his katana sticking out from somewhere on the side. Then everyone would be happy, admiring this masterpiece of modern art, while he just wants to go home and relax, hoping to read in Mujinken that a young man is not obliged to participate in such events in the future.

Ryohei shook his head with a sour expression, but said nothing.