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— I have absolutely no doubt that traveling through the lands of the kingdom is a kind of Spartan way to teach you about life. I think you yourselves notice that in a short time you become much more experienced than you were before, but I will never believe that there is no other motive behind it. — Eugene paused to thank the waitress for bringing him a glass of "Victoria" and continued. — But never mind, just tell me who is his favorite among you.
-Well... - he giggled - I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I still understand a thing or two. It's not for nothing that so many talented and... well, cool people have gathered in Baldur, our small, out-of-the-way town. So yes, dad is up to something - he emphasized this word with taste, because he would never dare to call Gungnir that - but he doesn't have any favorites, he's not the kind of person to have them. Well, those who fight well are certainly held in high esteem by him. That's how Veserod became our commander - he defeated everyone in the tournament between us that dad organized.
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?