⚔️Serberia

Today, Cecilia's creations were being sold by a little girl named Celine. It was clear that the girl felt insecure, but at the same time, she was determined to handle the task before her.

—Hello! —Renold smiled warmly at the little salesgirl and glanced at the display cases. —Wow, what beautiful things you have here.
He wasn't lying: the brilliance of the precious items was almost dazzling. But in this case, he was less interested in the appearance and more in the price, and things weren't so rosy there.
It would be wonderful to have a ruby amulet or a dark dress for Ilve... But, alas, his meager savings were only enough for a golden ring, which was clearly not meant for her slender and delicate hands, and beautiful sapphire earrings, which could certainly be a worthy gift.
Quickly calculating his accumulated capital in his mind, Renold politely pointed to the item he had chosen:
—I'll take the "Tears of Arteria," please.