⚔️Serberia

Gullveig couldn't find the shop she was looking for, and when she asked the townspeople about it, they replied that it had never existed.
— Well, what can I say, — said one of the arena fighters passing by, — this is a city of warriors, not noble maidens...

-- Ugh... -- Gullveig said quietly to herself after her fruitless search. -- Mother, I understand, they moved, closed down, or were magically whisked away, but what happened to the memories of these people... Did they hit their heads on something?
"... Mother, I hope that flower seller is doing well, wherever she is now."
-- Yeah, I don't have a wedding gift. Congratulations, Gullveig.

People walked in crowds back and forth, laughing, discussing the bloody entertainment in the arena, and expressing a desire to go for a beer after work. Not so long ago, their world had one more bright moment than usual, but no one remembered it anymore, and no one cared about it. Arterianka was still completely sure that good deeds and people would definitely leave a mark on others, but here, to be honest, this confidence wavered for a short time.

For a short time, because the girl remembered Vergil. "If it weren't for him, I would have remained that way," she thought. -- "I'm only starting to truly realize my mistakes now, but before, no one really cared about me except myself. Of course, I tried to take an example from other guys and from the baron and do something good, but... I never succeeded. In general, as far as I can remember, not once. And in the end, I just got angry with everyone around me, angry that I was destined to sit on my father's neck for the rest of my days... It was so terrible. And then he came. He smiled, asked what my name was... I realized that this was something completely different, in that very moment."

People kept walking around, paying no attention to the thoughtful girl, slowly walking a little away from the largest crowd.

"Mother, I hope the same thing doesn't happen to me. I'm probably still selfish and thinking about myself, afraid of losing all the good things I have..." -- a mental shrug. -- "But well, my memory will definitely last for a few months, longer than that of fish or a typical resident of Tamfani."
"No. Whatever happens next, I will never forget. Mother, never."

In the end, Gullveig decided that books would be a good gift. Unfortunately, it was difficult to guess what Teia would like, but she still tried to find something suitable at the market, based on the tastes of the women of Baldr she knew (Almandina, Claudia...). It was easier with the teacher; she constantly glanced at the covers of what he was reading, so she simply picked out something similar at the market. After that, the girl hurried back to Gungnir.