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“To be honest, I don’t understand the essence of your problem.” After listening to Gulveig’s explanation and exchanging names with Iwein, Victor was somewhat puzzled. “Why are you asking me for permission to knock on the door of my house and ask if Amelia would fulfill your request? Mr. Scabiosa, could you explain this to me?”
“Ehh… To be honest, Mr. Slimegate, I don’t know myself… I was told that ‘it’s better this way.’”
Victor looks at Gulveig, waiting for an explanation.

Gulveig glanced furtively at Eir, but quickly looked away, not wanting to betray her friend. "I'm sorry... Actually, I was a little apprehensive about the Ragnite chamber, and since it concerned your wife, I wanted you, Mr. Victor, to confirm that there was nothing to fear," she lied. "Perhaps I should have just said that. I apologize again for the unavoidable delay; it won't happen again."

Kalentia quietly apologized to Iwein for her friend and explained that she had a difficult week, which is why her thoughts were a bit muddled, but now they would immediately go to their friend, with whom they would help get to the eastern house of the Slimegates.

Eir didn't understand the meaning Gulveyg had put into her gaze. Deciding that the girl didn't need insistent lecturing, Victor didn't continue the topic and allowed the group to leave, but... Before leaving the cafe, Ivein felt that something was missing, and, turning around, he saw Matthias twirling his pistol in his hands. "Wow, what a beauty." The weapon clearly looked larger and more solid than its counterparts from Norbert's store; the red color of the barrel and the gold patterns were striking. "What's it called?" "Um..." Ivein suppressed the instinctive urge to protest. "Why do you assume this weapon has a personal name?" "Come on, expensive guns always have a name and a history. Tell me, or I'll keep it..." The foreigner helplessly glanced at the faces of his companions.

“Come on, Matthias, don’t be like that,” said Calentia. “Maybe it’s something personal for Mr. Scabiosa, something he finds difficult to talk about. And we’ve already taken up his time with our visit.”

– Besides, he’s our guest, – Vegi confirmed. She seemed relatively calm on the outside, but inside she was practically ready to explode with indignation. How could this happen, out of the blue?

— Oh, come on... Baldur is a dangerous city, and it's our duty as its residents to warn travelers about potential dangers. It's better to lose a pistol than to lose your life in some alleyway, don't you think? Brother Iwein will be more careful in the future.

Gullveig approaches and folds her arms across her chest, looking at Matthias. Not with malice, but with reproach.
-- I will tell the priest.

“Perhaps,” the Argalian nodded, “although for me, the eastern forest has always seemed to be Baldr’s greatest danger. But are you sure Uncle Gungnir won’t give you a piece of his mind for such life lessons? As Gulveig said, Mr. Scabiosa is our guest, and therefore he has every right to expect our hospitality.”

Anders prepares the necessary components for the ritual and attempts to summon Kash.

Semolina.

— I’ve already looted everything there is to loot. — Matthias playfully tapped his fingers on his skull with his free hand. — Hear that? It’s empty. So, this trick won’t work on me. — Having “defended” himself from the onslaught of Gulveig and Kalentia, Matthias turned his attention to Iwein. — Well, go on, tell me.
— B... Bella Bambina.
— What?
— This pistol’s personal name is Bella Bambina.
— Okay, let’s say that’s true. But how did it get that name? I won’t believe you until I hear the story behind it, and I’m not convinced you didn’t just make it up.
Iwein sighed heavily and slumped his shoulders.
— Back when I commissioned this weapon, I was very upset with the goddess of love, Arteria, and I wrote a short song in her “honor,” which I later used as inspiration when naming this pistol.
— Oh, that’s interesting! What’s the song? Come on, sing it. — Iwein’s gaze expressed a range of negative emotions, but Matthias persisted. — Don’t be shy, sing it, and I’ll give you your toy back right away. I swear by Arteria!
— ... Fine. — Gathering his courage, the man began to sing. — Uh... — Matthias raised an eyebrow. — I didn’t understand anything, but you sing well. What’s the song about?
— Matthias, I think our guest has already fulfilled all your requests, so asking him for anything more would be excessive on your part. — Victor finally intervened, a barely suppressed smile on his face. — Besides, our young friends shouldn’t know what the song is about.
A few moments later, Matthias returns the weapon to a somewhat embarrassed Iwein.
— Sorry, buddy, I couldn’t help myself. Okay, you can go now.

Manna.

We manna or respiro.

"Mother, it couldn't have been worse. How good it is that I'm not his student."
When the group left Amber, they headed straight for a safe route (I understand that Veseroda had already been captured).
-- I honestly don't know how to compensate you for the inconvenience. And you knew that Mr. Matthias wasn't very reliable, but to this extent...
-- Okay. Check immediately. Has anything else gone missing?

It's not too late to become an Artherian like Gulveig...

It's not too late to become an Arterian like Gulveig...

No, Anders has only one path...