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Shino found an elderly woman brewing some kind of concoction. She was stirring the liquid in a cauldron from which steam was rising, occasionally adding new ingredients. 
— Hello, dear, — Emilia smiled warmly at her pupil, — the streets of the city are practically shining, well done. After such hard work, you must have slept well, right?

— Good morning, Mrs. Breckenridge! Thank you for the compliment, I know how to handle not only fire but also rags! I didn't sleep very well; I had all sorts of silly dreams...

— Oh, so that’s how it is, what a pity… And what did you dream about, if you don’t mind sharing?

— Oh, so that's how it is, that's a shame... And what did you dream about, if it's not a secret?

Shino blushed slightly.
- I dreamed that I met the man of my dreams...

For a whole week, Veserod racked his brains and drew crude diagrams in the sand with a stick from morning till night, analyzing the battles that had taken place, until he came to a disappointing conclusion – to defeat Gulveig, he simply lacked the accuracy and power of his weapons. The equipment that was suitable for hunting elk, wild boars, or bears turned out to be completely useless against the sleepy, moderately plump maiden. In the end, he decided to consult with Gregor, with whom they shared their craft. At this time of day, he was most likely at his shop.

“Well, that’s wonderful,” Emilia said with a kind smile. “What was he like?”

— Well, that's wonderful, — Emilia smiled kindly. — What was it like?

- It's just the silly dreams of a little girl... Just an image from a dream, without any specifics.

Perhaps it’s too late to react to Shino getting so close to me…

Even a week after the small tournament organized by the baron, Kalentia remembered his words at the end of the competition time and again. Gungnir was right – in real circumstances, she would have died many times, either during the battle or shortly after. Perhaps the girl considered her main problem to be her slowness – she had a habit of giving the initiative to the opponent and waiting for the moment when he would finally open up for a counterattack. As a result, the Argalian often missed the opportune moment to launch a counter-offensive, which became her downfall. However, there were other shortcomings on her part that needed to be corrected. And, considering that she might soon have to carry out the baron's assignments, it was worth correcting these shortcomings as soon as possible. Therefore, after getting up this morning and taking care of her essential morning tasks, the Argalian decided to visit her mentor. At worst, he would offer wise advice, but if she was lucky, he might even help her with her training personally.

Behind the counter, Kristy Veserod found Egon – another orphan whom Gungnir had taken in. He was now thirteen, and Veserod remembered that for about a year, he had been helping Gregor with the shop. The chance of running into one of them was about 50/50. The boy was very frail and had a gentle nature; he loved plants and animals.
— Mr. Veserod, hello, I haven't seen you in a while. Maybe a whole week. Can you tell me what you've been busy with? — He seemed a little flustered. — Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot... Congratulations on the tournament victory! Unfortunately, I don't have anything to give you... — The boy looked down guiltily.

I guess it's too late to react to Shino getting close to me...

REACT! 😈

- These are just silly dreams of a little girl... Just an image from a dream, without any specifics.

— Well, never mind, you'll still meet your one and only true love someday, not just in your imagination. — Emilia continued stirring her potion and smiled conspiratorially. — Don't you want to try some?

— Never mind, you're bound to meet your one and only in real life, not just in your imagination. — Emilia continued stirring her potion and smiled conspiratorially. — Want to try some?

Shino's eyes lit up with curiosity.
- What is it?

On the way from the Shino forest, she approached Anders, put her arm around his neck, and leaned against him so that he could feel her chest and hips.

- Hey Andy! Are you mad at me? I was just joking, and you got all sulky and angry. Don't be upset, nobody likes a sulker.

Anders felt very pleased and excited to experience female charms for the first time in his life, so for a few seconds he was even confused and didn't know how to react, so he just remained silent. However, in the end, he mustered his willpower, slipped out of Shino's embrace, and said slightly angrily:
-I'm not mad.

The Baron was in his modest office. After entering and obtaining permission, she found her mentor at his desk, with a letter from Reginleif, the latest issue of "Eugen's Chronicles," and a map of Tamfana in front of him.

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Shino's eyes lit up with curiosity.
- And what is that?)

— A potion of transformation, which turns men into women and vice versa. It was previously prepared by the ancient Heckelians and sometimes by demonologists.

In the days following the tournament, Reynold spent almost all his time in bed – the competition had truly drained him. Despite this, he felt a certain satisfaction knowing that he had gained some experience and, most importantly, that he felt closer to the other pupils of the baron. His thoughts gradually returned to the familiar routine of a calm and measured life. And even in his dreams, he now found himself in Baldur, which had become like home, where the old Gungnir, who had replaced his father, affectionately patted the young man on the shoulder. Ilva, on the other hand, had no time for rest or idle dreams. Although the past week hadn't brought anything particularly terrible, the anger towards the baron still simmered within her. She still wasn't speaking to Reynold, not so much because of lingering resentment, but because of pride, which prevented her from being the first to seek reconciliation. Waking up today after a bright and rather pleasant dream, she felt relieved to remember that the week of punishment was finally over. In the corridor of the Breckenndorfs' estate, Ilva ran into Reynold, who was hurrying to see the baron. "Hello," Reynold said with a warm smile. But the girl, as if not noticing her brother, was about to quickly pass by. "Wait, Il," the young man stopped her. "Enough sulking." "Oh, what?" the girl asked, feigning surprise. "I see you're in a hurry to fawn over your baroness? Or to hang out with your criminal friends and cut each other up?" "What are you talking about? You know that no one..." "It doesn't really seem that way," Ilva snorted, but nevertheless stopped. "Well, I'm sorry." "I'll forgive you when we're a hundred miles away from this... place." "You know I'm looking for every opportunity..." "To wave your stick at the baron to his delight?" Ilva spoke softly, but her voice trembled. "I'm not doing this for my father. And not for myself," Reynold said with unexpected seriousness. "Do you think I was catching arrows and fireballs just to show off my strength? All of this is so that I can protect you." He emphasized the last word, looking directly into his sister's eyes. "For the sake of our dream. Even if you don't want to see it." Ilva didn't know what to say in response to this outburst. She knew, of course, that her brother was exaggerating a little: fencing was more than just his job; it was also a real passion. However, his sincere words and confident face still warmed her heart with a pleasant feeling. "Okay, maybe you're right. But still... we'll talk in the evening," she said with a slight smile to Reynold as she said goodbye. When his sister was out of sight, the young man sighed heavily and ran his hand over his forehead. He felt much better. Thus, Reynold continued on his way to his mentor, while Ilva headed straight to the cafe to meet with her friend.