⚔️Serberia Auto-translated

Abusive relationships, level: Arandor

You won't get any help from me, so... + I'll save on a gift for her 😎 although in this case, I should have bought the musket myself and then given it to her for her birthday. Oh well, maybe we won't even live to see that day...

Imelda gladly fulfills Anselm's request, and soon they discover:
Musket x9
Power: 3
Damage: 120
Reload: 2
Range: 8
Bag with a Mirai glyph drawn on it x9
First Aid Kit x5
Lars' Heavy Armor
Power: 5
Metal +30
Lars' Morning Star
Power: 8
Damage: 35+7m
Light Armor [L]
Power: 3
+3 to Dodge
Metal +5
Fire +5%
Water +5%
Wind +5%
Earth +5%
Rainer's Dagger
Power: 3
Damage: 30+3m
Klaus' Axe
Power: 10
Damage: 30+5m
Shield
Durability: 200
Klaus' Boots
+2 to movement speed
Blessing of the Moon Princess x5
Reduces Resistance and Will to 0.

– Now, Imelda, drag all of this up here.

As usual, Gungnir stood in the middle of a winter clearing with a gloomy expression on his face, saying something to his students. His words, once sounding clear and confident, were now an indistinct murmur, which, combined with the distant and strained sounds of nature, merged into something resembling white noise. His whole body ached after the tournament that had just ended, but Rohei stubbornly tried to focus on the baron, in vain trying to make out at least a single word. Suddenly, Gungnir looked directly at the samurai, and a musket appeared in his hands as if from nowhere. All other sounds disappeared in an instant, and his voice cut through the silence clearly and distinctly. "Today, this is the most dangerous personal weapon available to humans. Unlike various kinds of magic and higher levels of martial skill, available only to a few, it does not take much time to learn how to use this weapon, and this is precisely what makes it dangerous, because even in the hands of an inexperienced opponent, it can easily end your life." Now that the baron's words had reached Rohei's consciousness, he clearly felt that something was wrong. Gungnir's voice had changed, with unpleasant, shrill, and mocking notes appearing in it, which the young man had never heard from him before. The echoes of the prophetic words resonated through the blurred outlines of the clearing, merging with the motionless figures of his comrades and mentors. Gungnir raised the musket and aimed it directly at the samurai's head. Rohei stared at the baron in confusion. His face was motionless and as white as snow, like a mask. After a few moments, the young man realized that it wasn't a face at all - Gungnir had a white bag on his head with an unknown symbol drawn on it. Horror paralyzed his limbs; he simply stood there, rooted to the spot, and stared at the black hole of the musket's barrel. An unnaturally bright flash and the sound of a shot, somehow muffled and doubled, shattered the strange vision and plunged him into an impenetrable dark void, in which consciousness drowned, and all thoughts and sensations disappeared. The first thing he began to realize again was pain. His body felt as if it had been pierced through in several places. Rohei opened his eyes, but everything in front of him was blurred; only the face of an unknown Myrmidon materialized from the darkness. She left the location before he fully regained his senses. Somehow pulling himself together, Rohei struggled to get up from the pool of his own blood and looked at the friends surrounding him. "What the... What happened here? Did we win? Who was that woman?"

When the group finished their tasks, Kalentia visited the charred corpse of Rainer and, after sadly examining the man's remains, silently prayed for his soul. On this mission, their group encountered something far worse than the monsters that shunned the raginite lanterns – they encountered monsters in human form. Monsters that hide among ordinary people, pretend to befriend them, and, at first glance, seem to be doing the same things as everyone else. But, away from human eyes and in the company of their own kind, they reveal their true nature – profiting from the suffering of others, tormenting the innocent, and killing anyone who wanders into their lair. This was the first encounter of the students of Gungnir with a true enemy, and Kalentia's first encounter with the dark side of humanity. Most likely, it was also the first lives they took – especially in her case. And it was a strange feeling, even though the member of the "Moon Princess" she killed was hardly someone whose death anyone would mourn. Just like that, a single thrust of a spear – and the man falls motionless, his life forever leaving his body. Or, like the case of Rainer lying before her – their squad was supposed to save the man, but inexperience and slowness took their toll, and now his death was on their conscience. If they had acted differently, it could have been avoided. Even the casualties on their own side, in the form of Veserod and Rohey, they managed to avoid only by a miracle. And all this, despite the fact that the main culprit of the tragedy successfully escaped. The only bright spot in all of this was that they managed to save at least a few innocent people from an unenviable fate. But this did not negate the fact that they could have done better and that none of them would remain the same after today.

- Okay, you take the bags and armor, and I'll take the first-aid kits and boots.

- What's this? - the guy asked, picking up the pills.

- What is this? - the boy asked, picking up the pills.

Please, put them down. We don't need Imelda getting hooked on drugs too.

— What the... What happened here... Did we win? Who is this woman?

Gullveig just shook her head. -- It seems we messed up. Not completely, but at least halfway. In the best-case scenario.

- What is this? - the boy asked, picking up the pills.

It seems that no one knew what kind of medicine it was.

– I think we should pass this discovery on to the Count.

We collect everything that isn't secured, rescue the prisoners, and surface. On the surface, I try to determine the direction the owners might have taken based on tracks and other clues. I express my condolences to the water spirit for having to suffer from such a scheme. We take any remaining belongings that haven't been stolen, and then I return to the Count to report.

While everyone else was busy with their own affairs, Veseroda was escorted to the Count's office.

They’ll give out an award now, but it’ll be a pittance compared to what they should have given me.

they will give an award

heh