⚔️Serberia

The rest of the week was noticeably marred by the aftermath of the recent patrol. Ren received the news of the execution of the captured Inquisitors with a sense of relief: they had only spoiled the appearance of Myrkoria by not carrying out the execution themselves in the old mill. Ilva, on the other hand, was noticeably upset by the hardships she had endured. The girl bravely endured the rest of the patrol, only occasionally allowing hints of distress to affect her appearance. Noticing this, her brother wanted to talk to her, but the girl turned away from him and quickened her pace, not even deigning to look at the young man. This continued even after they returned to the city: for the next few days, despite living under the same roof, they behaved like mere acquaintances. Ren, who did not consider himself guilty of anything, shrugged it off and spent his days aimlessly wandering around the city, sometimes venturing into the local bar-restaurant, and also lazily flipping through a dusty fashion magazine about Myrkoria that he found in the closet, where he decided to solve all the crosswords on the last page. Ilva, on the other hand, devoted all her free time to training with a Roman sword: her slender arms were laced with a light relief of muscles, and her fragile figure acquired healthy tones.
One of these days, the brother and sister independently decided to visit the Rivelstead estate. Ilva wanted to find out about new locations that would be accessible to their squad, while Ren intended to fulfill his promise to the red-haired warrior for a "friendly" duel.

I -> Greenhouse
R -> Training Hall