⚔️Serberia

Arteria, amore mio!
Mi manca il respiro.
Mia bella bambina.
Facciamo la pecora!

Although the Moenian language had its own nuances, distinguishing it from the language used in the lands of Argoth, Kalentia's knowledge was sufficient to understand the approximate meaning of the song. Someone like Gulveig, in her place, would probably have blushed, but the Argothian, upon hearing the singing, only raised an eyebrow in surprise – she certainly didn't expect such lyrics. It's not surprising that Mr. Scabiosa didn't want to share such a story with anyone. The girl, however, tried to hide the fact that the foreign singing of their companion was familiar to her – explaining to Gulveig what Ivein was singing about would be even more awkward.

— Well, it seems like everything is in order... Your city is certainly strange.

— You can't even imagine how strange it is, — the girl smiled, remembering the dendroids that lived near the city, — but let's not linger. Our friends have already taken up a lot of your time.