⚔️Serberia

Eir didn't understand the meaning Gulveyg had put into her gaze. Deciding that the girl didn't need insistent lecturing, Victor didn't continue the topic and allowed the group to leave, but... Before leaving the cafe, Ivein felt that something was missing, and, turning around, he saw Matthias twirling his pistol in his hands. "Wow, what a beauty." The weapon clearly looked larger and more solid than its counterparts from Norbert's store; the red color of the barrel and the gold patterns were striking. "What's it called?" "Um..." Ivein suppressed the instinctive urge to protest. "Why do you assume this weapon has a personal name?" "Come on, expensive guns always have a name and a history. Tell me, or I'll keep it..." The foreigner helplessly glanced at the faces of his companions.