The Empire of Reimia (3) Auto-translated

-Here's how it is. -Moriner paused for a moment. -And is the possible positive or negative effect for each person individual, or, how shall I put it, common to all? And does the other person need to know about the properties of the statuette, or can they be kept in the dark?

left for the Necamelian store

Magnolia listened carefully to Moriner and, like him, answered directly and to the point.
— The only way to get rid of this statuette is to pass it on to another person, provided that they agree to accept it. That is, to sell or give it away.

If you tell Xenomia about this, she will agree, Heroist. It can't get any worse than F, right?..

— You don't need to know about the specific features, as luck is individual for everyone.

/ Ask sometime if there is any correlation with the luck trait. /

I said from the beginning that we should give it to Galmey.

While browsing the list of clubs, Neya secretly hoped to find something like a "Fencing Club" or something similar, which would give her an extra opportunity to hone her melee combat skills. Unfortunately, there was nothing of the sort, although the girl couldn't say she was completely disappointed with the selection presented to her. Some of the clubs were even quite unusual, like the one dedicated to "primitivism." Linnea found it difficult to figure out what the club organizers meant by this. Outdoor trips and attempts to survive in the wild, relying only on one's own skills and available resources? It could be interesting, although the Reimi girl couldn't say she would want to do something like that on a regular basis, even if such training could be useful in the future. Besides, the name of the club vaguely hinted at something Ikigai-esque. A similar situation was with the club of Her Majesty Rinze Reim, which also came as a surprise to Neya. On the one hand, after the recent events, she was even a little curious to hear the opinion of a less fanatical and zealous supporter of the Empress than Eurialla Grace. On the other hand, she wasn't sure that a less zealous and fanatical supporter of Her Majesty would organize such a club. Or that the idea of creating such a club didn't belong to the curator of their class at all. The other options on the list, however, were much more normal and familiar, although among them, Linnea was only interested in the engineering club and, in particular, the literary club. It was the latter that the girl, after some thought, decided to visit.

In the calligraphy club, Marey might have felt a little out of place, as it turned out to be Nihon calligraphy, and the only other students interested in the club were students of Nihon or partial Nihon descent: Kaori, Ifeon, Kousei, and Yosuke. Nevertheless, after a brief introduction (if it was still necessary) and a short introduction to the basic course, all conversations ceased, as the calligraphy in this club required the highest degree of concentration and was primarily a means of meditation. Perhaps, even if this club does not provide an opportunity to learn any truly useful life skills, here one could still learn to extract maximum efficiency from one's mind. The decision to stay or not, however, remained with Marey.

Added 14 minutes later
Meanwhile, in the engineering club, in addition to Lathro, Ed Abracks, Meteon Gridgrad, and Light Darkinson also gathered. As it turned out, Avion Craig was in charge of it. — Well, okay, so Light, you'll be the president of the club. — Uh-huh, — judging by Light's expression, he already regretted not staying in his room today, — why is that? — Well, just because. — I haven't even joined it yet! — Well, then you'll join. — Avion waved off the student. — So, in general, — he put a box with various amplifiers on the table and threw a manual on how to use them on top, — here, try to do something with them, I'll come in a couple of hours and check.

- So, what do we do with them? Oh, that's a cool thing... - Latro rummaged through the junk. - Which way does it screw in? There's no flathead screwdriver, maybe a coin will do?... Hmm... okay, how does it work...
He opened the manual on a random page, but couldn't understand a single word.
- Ah, yes... - the manual was upside down. - Let's see...

The decision of whether to stay here or not, however, remained with Murray.

Does this mean that the daily event hasn't been used yet?

Spent.

A rather peculiar drawing was hung on the door of the club's room, which might make Parfinora wonder whether she should even go inside...

— There’s no need to know about the specifics; luck is individual for everyone.

Moriner nodded silently, expressing great interest.
-Then, my last question, and I apologize for taking up so much of your time: if a person is naturally lucky, winning lotteries, finding money on the street, and so on, will this have any effect on the statuette, or does it not matter in this case?

The following students gathered in the new firearms club: Eli, Xenomia, Bertrand, Mira Ordknight, Rayla, Selena, and Anelotta.
Unlike the others, Eli sat with her legs on the table and her arms behind her head.
“What is this?” Rayla asked directly about the purpose of the gathering.
“I’m the president,” Eli said, taking sunglasses out of her bag, putting them on, then taking a cigar out and lighting it, but the tobacco didn’t suit her taste, and after coughing heavily, the girl threw it in the corner of the room.
“I’m leaving,” Mira got up from her seat and tried to leave the room, but when she found herself in the sights of a gun in Eli’s hand, she sat back down. “Okay…”

/ What's wrong with the drawing?
Siv left about an hour ago, by the way./

Parfinora will spend a couple of weeks deciding whether or not to enter the room.