Heroist
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But how can I avoid going to the slums if there's nowhere else to live, and I have nothing...
After the meeting with the Baron ended, Ilva, along with the others, went to the rooms he had assigned for their rest. Left alone with her own thoughts, the girl sat on the bed for a long time, staring into the emptiness before her. But three weeks can't be spent within four walls, especially since she herself needed to learn a lot so that next time she wouldn't be left behind. But on the other hand, she wasn't planning on training to join some elite mercenary unit! And Ren wasn't planning on joining their ranks either. All of this was stupid, unfair, and wrong.
Having managed to overcome the accumulated feelings of frustration and hopelessness, Ilva left the guest rooms and went outside. The weather, the surroundings, the atmosphere – everything that instilled peace and tranquility in a city dweller was stifling and disgustingly familiar to her. After standing still for a minute, the girl finally began to walk slowly into the village. She had heard that a certain artist lived here, and engaging in or observing a hobby, as is well known, could bring thoughts and the soul into a favorable direction.
After the meeting with the Baron ended, Ilva, along with the others, went to the rooms he had assigned for their rest. Left alone with her own thoughts, the girl sat on the bed for a long time, staring into the emptiness before her. But three weeks can't be spent within four walls, especially since she herself needed to learn a lot so that next time she wouldn't be left behind. But on the other hand, she wasn't planning on training to join some elite mercenary unit! And Ren wasn't planning on joining their ranks either. All of this was stupid, unfair, and wrong.
Having managed to overcome the accumulated feelings of frustration and hopelessness, Ilva left the guest rooms and went outside. The weather, the surroundings, the atmosphere – everything that instilled peace and tranquility in a city dweller was stifling and disgustingly familiar to her. After standing still for a minute, the girl finally began to walk slowly into the village. She had heard that a certain artist lived here, and engaging in or observing a hobby, as is well known, could bring thoughts and the soul into a favorable direction.
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