⚔️Serberia

“I never thought I’d encounter an ‘enhanced’ version of Clematis,” Ilva grumbled, dragging Ren along the street. “Clema… what?” the boy asked. “From the book about Airisufir, you read it too.” “Oh, that… So what now?” The girl stopped abruptly and looked at her brother with an assessing gaze. No, compared to the pampered young men she had seen on the street, with their sparse, trimmed mustaches, who reeked of hideous, tight-fitting outfits and equally repulsive women’s perfumes from a mile away, Renold was definitely a head, or even two, above them. “They have an interesting approach to male beauty. Oh, well. I guess you’ll have to dress up a bit, little brother.” “No way. And don’t even suggest going to a beauty salon,” Ren shook his head. “I take care of myself, I look decent, and if these gentlemen don’t like it, that’s their problem. And you, if anything, can visit all the interesting places yourself.” “No, I won’t,” Ilva protested. “I won’t wander around the city alone on the second trip.” Renold sighed angrily but remained silent. “Anyway, let’s start by counting our capital and essential expenses, and then we’ll decide.” “Finally, a sensible idea. Let’s start by checking the prices for accommodation in a ‘cheap’ hotel, and we’ll go from there.”