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"I'm glad you offered! As far as I can tell, you've gained significant experience in, let's say, interacting with people and resolving social issues over the past few months, and therefore you might be able to handle this as well. The lady's name is Annemarie von Beimuth, and she is currently in one of the rooms at the inn. If you can convince her to stay in Baldur, I would be very grateful."
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Eyr lay on her bed and, with a serious expression on her face, added some notes to her well-worn notebook. It was currently open to the "defeats" page. On the one hand, this list clearly showed her how much she had grown as a warrior over the past few months, but on the other hand, it made her realize how far she still was from Gungnir. And that's not even mentioning Gungnir... she had lost to Renold twice during this time, and it didn't look like the third time would be any different. The same could be said about Roheya; he was not only their squad's savior in a difficult moment but also an invincible warrior. Eyr sighed with some sadness and lowered her gaze to the next page, titled "victories." Scanning the list, she paused for a moment, trying to remember who this Leon was, and then it dawned on her: "Ah, that's the one-eyed count... he was strange, Gungnir Jr. seemed more solid." She hid the notebook in its usual place and picked up Scabiosa's photo collection. Her heart beat faster. And why did she even buy this? Oh yes, she just wanted to look at "beautiful" women and compare them to herself. In another situation, Eyr wouldn't rely on the opinion of a randomly encountered pervert, but even before her visit to Elheim, she couldn't deny that Amelia Slimegate had impressive physical features, and therefore the opinion of the inept photographer still carried some weight. She flipped through the pages of the magazine with a noticeable blush on her face and an unexpected interest, marveling at the models' outfits, their poses, their facial expressions, and periodically ran to the mirror to look at herself. At one point, she tried to smile dazzlingly and take an exquisitely beautiful pose like in one of the photos, but the result seemed more monstrous or ridiculous than attractive. Unlike the path of the sword, which she had been following since childhood, all of this felt somehow unnatural and came with great difficulty. Deciding that she had enough for today, she went to a lecture about valkyries, to learn more about the Arterian warrior women. The techniques of Gungnir did not interest her: she was not ready to show mercy to those who would try to harm her or those she cared about.
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Eyr lay on her bed and, with a serious expression on her face, added some notes to her well-worn notebook. It was currently open to the "defeats" page. On the one hand, this list clearly showed her how much she had grown as a warrior over the past few months, but on the other hand, it made her realize how far she still was from Gungnir. And that's not even mentioning Gungnir... she had lost to Renold twice during this time, and it didn't look like the third time would be any different. The same could be said about Roheya; he was not only their squad's savior in a difficult moment but also an invincible warrior. Eyr sighed with some sadness and lowered her gaze to the next page, titled "victories." Scanning the list, she paused for a moment, trying to remember who this Leon was, and then it dawned on her: "Ah, that's the one-eyed count... he was strange, Gungnir Jr. seemed more solid." She hid the notebook in its usual place and picked up Scabiosa's photo collection. Her heart beat faster. And why did she even buy this? Oh yes, she just wanted to look at "beautiful" women and compare them to herself. In another situation, Eyr wouldn't rely on the opinion of a randomly encountered pervert, but even before her visit to Elheim, she couldn't deny that Amelia Slimegate had impressive physical features, and therefore the opinion of the inept photographer still carried some weight. She flipped through the pages of the magazine with a noticeable blush on her face and an unexpected interest, marveling at the models' outfits, their poses, their facial expressions, and periodically ran to the mirror to look at herself. At one point, she tried to smile dazzlingly and take an exquisitely beautiful pose like in one of the photos, but the result seemed more monstrous or ridiculous than attractive. Unlike the path of the sword, which she had been following since childhood, all of this felt somehow unnatural and came with great difficulty. Deciding that she had enough for today, she went to a lecture about valkyries, to learn more about the Arterian warrior women. The techniques of Gungnir did not interest her: she was not ready to show mercy to those who would try to harm her or those she cared about.