Heroist
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***
In the evening, which had already become the evening of the past week, Ilva was recounting to Renold the events she had read in the Valkyrie tomes from the church library. She knew that even though the young man didn't have time to study such literature himself, he would be glad to hear something new about our world. And although the Artherian books should be treated with a certain degree of skepticism, the girl didn't find anything too reprehensible in these particular works.
—And guess what, that hunter, Veserod, gave her three raymo flowers!
—I didn't know guys were already giving you flowers, —Renold smirked.
—Actually, they're for cooking, —Ilva waved her hand. —But it wouldn't hurt if someone actually gave me flowers sometimes.
Before they could finish their conversation, they had to participate in a strange event organized in honor of the baron's wife's birthday. Ilva eyed the camera with suspicion and tried not to be in the frame more than necessary; Renold, on the other hand, watched it with undisguised interest and regretted not asking for a photo as a souvenir.
Having finished another busy day, like a dish that had become a bit tiresome but was still useful, they finally had some time to be alone, and they spent the following night in each other's arms.
***
This morning, Renold woke up early, but to his surprise, he couldn't fall back asleep. Various thoughts flashed through his mind, but among the endless stream of them, he clearly realized that he was no longer worried about the recent adventures in the forest. Apparently, Doctor Eisen truly lived up to all the positive rumors he had heard about him.
Deciding to definitely thank the medic when the opportunity arose, the young man quickly dressed and headed to the quest board as usual. After reviewing it, he noticed that the interview announcement was still posted. Interesting, hadn't anyone wanted to participate? In addition, Renold considered the magic training, but after a moment's thought, he dismissed the idea: he already lacked time to practice fencing, and now he also had to learn how to wear light armor.
->But first, to the Chronicles of Eugen.
Ilva, "first thing" (of course, after carefully grooming herself in front of the mirror and making herself look presentable), headed to the town market. She was interested in the same list of ingredients as usual.
->buying everything + for 3 Artherians, if available
Of course, she couldn't help but notice the announcement about the upcoming magic training. What if you could really learn it that easily? The girl imagined herself throwing a scorching fireball at a pile of cursed dendroids, saving Renold from a fatal blow at the last moment, and couldn't suppress a involuntary smile. But on the other hand, she thought, what if she couldn't do it? She could only imagine how ridiculous and silly she would look.
Lost in thought, Ilva found herself at the entrance to the training hall. No, this time she wouldn't just stand and watch as her brother single-handedly defended their lives. Maybe she could help him in some way too?
A small list mentioning magical schools put the daydreaming girl in a quandary. She looked around guiltily, noticing how easily and quickly the other students were making their choices. Oh, she should have devoted more time to at least the basics of magical science! Unable to come up with anything sensible, the girl overcame her shyness and approached Emilia.
—Excuse me for interrupting... But I can't understand almost anything from this collection, —she mumbled guiltily. —I would like to help my allies, so I'm leaning towards sun or maybe water. But I wouldn't want to start studying something that I don't have an aptitude for...
In the evening, which had already become the evening of the past week, Ilva was recounting to Renold the events she had read in the Valkyrie tomes from the church library. She knew that even though the young man didn't have time to study such literature himself, he would be glad to hear something new about our world. And although the Artherian books should be treated with a certain degree of skepticism, the girl didn't find anything too reprehensible in these particular works.
—And guess what, that hunter, Veserod, gave her three raymo flowers!
—I didn't know guys were already giving you flowers, —Renold smirked.
—Actually, they're for cooking, —Ilva waved her hand. —But it wouldn't hurt if someone actually gave me flowers sometimes.
Before they could finish their conversation, they had to participate in a strange event organized in honor of the baron's wife's birthday. Ilva eyed the camera with suspicion and tried not to be in the frame more than necessary; Renold, on the other hand, watched it with undisguised interest and regretted not asking for a photo as a souvenir.
Having finished another busy day, like a dish that had become a bit tiresome but was still useful, they finally had some time to be alone, and they spent the following night in each other's arms.
***
This morning, Renold woke up early, but to his surprise, he couldn't fall back asleep. Various thoughts flashed through his mind, but among the endless stream of them, he clearly realized that he was no longer worried about the recent adventures in the forest. Apparently, Doctor Eisen truly lived up to all the positive rumors he had heard about him.
Deciding to definitely thank the medic when the opportunity arose, the young man quickly dressed and headed to the quest board as usual. After reviewing it, he noticed that the interview announcement was still posted. Interesting, hadn't anyone wanted to participate? In addition, Renold considered the magic training, but after a moment's thought, he dismissed the idea: he already lacked time to practice fencing, and now he also had to learn how to wear light armor.
->But first, to the Chronicles of Eugen.
Ilva, "first thing" (of course, after carefully grooming herself in front of the mirror and making herself look presentable), headed to the town market. She was interested in the same list of ingredients as usual.
->buying everything + for 3 Artherians, if available
Of course, she couldn't help but notice the announcement about the upcoming magic training. What if you could really learn it that easily? The girl imagined herself throwing a scorching fireball at a pile of cursed dendroids, saving Renold from a fatal blow at the last moment, and couldn't suppress a involuntary smile. But on the other hand, she thought, what if she couldn't do it? She could only imagine how ridiculous and silly she would look.
Lost in thought, Ilva found herself at the entrance to the training hall. No, this time she wouldn't just stand and watch as her brother single-handedly defended their lives. Maybe she could help him in some way too?
A small list mentioning magical schools put the daydreaming girl in a quandary. She looked around guiltily, noticing how easily and quickly the other students were making their choices. Oh, she should have devoted more time to at least the basics of magical science! Unable to come up with anything sensible, the girl overcame her shyness and approached Emilia.
—Excuse me for interrupting... But I can't understand almost anything from this collection, —she mumbled guiltily. —I would like to help my allies, so I'm leaning towards sun or maybe water. But I wouldn't want to start studying something that I don't have an aptitude for...
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