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— Tell me, Anders, do I look like a Wizard?

- Well... I don't know...

-- Actually, that's exactly what happens, sir. Many of the outsiders come here often, -- confirmed Gulveig. -- I would say... whenever they have the opportunity. So who knows, maybe our ranks will grow over time.
-- As for the valkyries, they have inspiring stories. Both received the blessing of the Mother, although they chose to serve her in different ways. This is even visible in their stigmas, attacking versus defensive. And their character – eradicating heresy versus opposing those who do not love the Mother, gradually defeating them and convincing them of their righteousness. Of course, there have been conflicts on this basis... But that's trivial. I think the Mother specifically chooses people with different characters to serve her.

— Interesting point of view. And how would you act if you had to raise your sword against one of them?

It would be a shame to live near a church and not take advantage of its free literature, regardless of religious affiliation.

If only the operating systems allowed for that...

Hmm, maybe I should get some magic too... Probably something offensive at a distance would be good, I already have spirit and accuracy. Although I only have 6 experience points, and I still wanted to level up my katana...

Basically, Ment convinced me, and Revan agreed to keep Danya in a passive state. So, he’s currently in a state of depression due to depression and is obsessing over Matthias’s book (I’ll complete his quest if someone sends me a message with a summary of the book’s contents). He also told the Posons about the editorial quest and suggested they participate. Siv is still using the crossbow. Once I learn how to use it, and if the experience doesn’t run out, he’ll return it.

-Well... I don't know...

Gungnir raises his hand, points it towards Anders, and says, "fireball!"
— See? If I knew how to cast spells, all that would be left of you would be ashes. Go to Emilia.

— Interesting position. And how would you act if you had to raise your sword against one of them?

— I don’t think I could do that, seriously, — Gulveig admitted honestly, though she seemed rather embarrassed. — Is this some kind of trick question? To be honest, I find it hard to imagine, I doubt my Mother raised me to fight against her own daughters.

— Oh, Anselm, hello. Guess what, Gulveig brought a captain from one of the knightly orders of Marion with her... It's not every day that we have such guests in Baldr.

I think, in my past life, I was also a knight...

- Yes, they don't come here often. I wonder what he's doing in our lands..., - the young man pondered. - By the way, do you need any help today, or is everything quiet?

Twelve hours, and everything is quiet!

-- I don't think I could do that, seriously, -- Gulveig admitted, though she was quite embarrassed. -- Is this some kind of trick question? To be honest, it's hard for me to imagine, I doubt my Mother raised me to fight with her own daughters.

— The ways of the Goddess are inscrutable, so anything can happen in life. Okay, where to next?

- Yes, they don't come to us very often. I wonder what he's doing in our lands..., - the young man pondered. - By the way, do you need any help today, or is everything calm?

— A friend of Virgil from Amatonte, or something like that. And as for help... No, not yet.

— The ways of the Goddess are inscrutable, so anything can happen in life. Well, where to next?

-- Let's check out the market, -- said Gulveig, but as they exited the library, they seemed to run into Anselm.
-- Oh, hello... Sir Theodahad, this is Anselm. Before he became... settled in Baldur, he studied under a mentor from Amantonte. Am I right?

- Yes, that's right, - the young man confirmed and greeted him in return. - So, you're a friend of Vergil. Did you come to visit him? - Anselm decided to ask the knight.

The news that the Breckenndorfs were holding introductory magic lessons today made the young man pause and reflect. He was reminded of the thoughts that had plagued him after the tournament in the forest... about the simplicity of his tactics, just run and slash. He remembered the battles with animated stones and trees, where he did exactly the same thing... He didn't win the tournament, and in real battles, he only managed to hold out until the end with Gulveig's help. He definitely needed to acquire a few tricks up his sleeve to be ready for various combat situations. After all, if he truly wanted to become a shinobi, he should be able to use any techniques – stealth, magic... Everything would be useful, and that's how he would surpass the straightforward brutes, which he had aspired to since childhood and had almost forgotten while relaxing in Eisen's clinic... Speaking of Eisen... Their last conversation revealed a very interesting opportunity for him to learn something new in medical practice, something that would be useful to some of his comrades who had suffered from the dendroids. As far as he knew from the clinic's schedule, the next psychotherapy sessions were not scheduled for a while, which meant he could really help his friends, who were bored in the city while the others wandered through the forests. But magic, that elusive mystical power... He couldn't be in two places at once. What should he do? In the end, the desire to possess supernatural abilities overcame his altruism and interest in medicine. There was always next week... And Emilia would already be back to her own affairs by then. Ryohei managed to push the faces of Daniel, Shino, and Imelda, battered and slashed by the bloodthirsty branches, out of his mind. Let them just not go into the forest for now... He promised himself that he would help them sooner or later. That is, not later, but as soon as he "chooses the time." While he was pondering, his feet had already led him to the Breckenndorfs' estate. Oh, Air is here, could it be that she, too, is tired of just waving a sword? And Imelda, Alessia, Ilva... What is this, a school for noble young ladies? The young man again felt awkward, as if he had gone to the wrong door. He felt something similar last week when he thought he was going on an interesting and dangerous outing, but instead, he was dragged around like a puppy by the restless sisters, now to a cafe, now to escort a wealthy young man, and then he ended up at Victor's house, doing nothing himself, only watching with growing annoyance what was happening. Ryohei took a deep breath and, trying to clear his mind of bad thoughts, turned to the baroness. "Hello, Emilia. I would also like to learn magic... the kind that strikes the enemy from a distance, deafens their ears with the whistling of the wind, blinds their eyes with a whirlwind of swirling dust, allowing me to get closer without any problems and making them an easy target..."

- Yes, that's right, - the young man confirmed and greeted him in return. - So, you're a friend of Vergil. Did you come to visit him? - Anselm asked the knight.

— Yes, but whether it's just a visit or something else remains to be seen... — The knight replied somewhat distantly, distracted by his troubling thoughts. — Well, Anselm, I'm glad we met, and I hope you will be successful in the path you have chosen.

- Mmmhmm, - Veserod nodded rudely, in an uncouth and barbaric manner.

- Hello, Emilia. I would also like to learn magic... The kind that strikes the enemy from afar, deafens them with the whistling of the wind, blinds them with a whirlwind of swirling dust, allowing me to approach without any problems and making them an easy target...

— What a lovely request... So, wind magic!

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->But first, to the Chronicles of Eugen.

Having crossed the threshold of the editorial office, Reynold witnesses an unexpected argument.
— What do you mean "it's not suitable"? — Berta was indignant. — I spent the whole evening writing it!
— Well, it doesn't matter how much time you spent. — Philip shrugged. — Hours don't automatically convert into quality or money, you know.
— Ugh, you! — The girl crumpled the sheet of paper and threw it in the guy's face, after which she hurried away.

- I'm so sorry to bother you... But I can't understand almost anything from this collection. — she mumbled guiltily. — I would like to help my allies, so I'm leaning towards the sun or maybe water. But I wouldn't want to start studying something that I don't have an affinity for...

— And what kind of help would you like to provide them?

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- Mmmhm, - Veserod nodded rudely, in an uncultured and barbaric manner.

— Good morning! — Gregor replied, finishing setting up a warning sign that read "by order of Baron Gungnir von Brecken, entry into the forest is temporarily prohibited." — Is something wrong?..