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— Hmm... Very interesting. — Victor smiled. — May I ask how long ago Dr. Mariendorf examined you?

— That’s not funny! Or rather… — Anders pondered — no, it’s actually quite funny… — he smiled — but you know what’s written in your book. The ritual is quite simple, and Kasha is the most benevolent of all demons, so of course, I tried to summon him… As for the fact that he meows, I don’t know, maybe that’s part of the contract, or maybe it’s just his sense of humor — he’s already shown that he likes to tease.

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Plot twist: in reality, the ritual failed, Anders went insane after being anally raped by Gonzo and started talking to his cat as a result of the psychological trauma he suffered.

- Big cities aren't for me... - he sighed heavily. - I didn't spend much time there. You can't walk down a narrow street without bumping into a crowd of people, feeling their sweaty bodies... You can't hear your own thoughts, there's nothing to breathe... The only good thing is that they have some concept of nature there. In the form of a baboon statue. But that's just a remnant of their more advanced ancestors. Nowadays, almost all of them only believe in money and violence. They built an arena where thugs fight for the amusement of the local rabble. In short, there's nothing to do there.
With these words, Veserod tried the cake and his expression changed dramatically as he experienced such an unfamiliar taste.

— Thank you for your purchase... We'll be glad to see you again.

—Have a nice day! —Renold left the store and, whistling cheerfully, headed back. He decided to give the gift in the evening; his sisters were probably not at home right now anyway.

Meanwhile, Ilva bought 2 regeneration potions for coffee (-56) and decided to visit the church library to read about the lovely blue-haired girl.

- What are you doing? - Anselm asked the girl standing near the statue.

- What are you up to? - Anselm asked the girl standing by the statue.

— Mmm... Hmm... Oh, Anselm! — Yua cheerfully greeted the boy. — Uncle Matthias was just telling me about sanctuaries... Oops, I mean, abodes... Ah, mm, eee... S-A-N-C-T-U-A-R-I-E-S. For example, Grandpa Gungnir prays to Arteria, and my brother Veserod and sister Eir honor the spirits of nature. What's the point of it?

To receive bonuses to stats.

— Ha! Do you think this so-called "king of knights" understands anything about this? He just wants to swing a sword and have fun in tournaments like a child, and the queen... She wanted something that would please her husband, although I have some difficulty understanding how she envisions it, given his condition.

-- M-hm, yes, that's a question, -- Alessia pondered something, and after a few seconds, unexpectedly for herself, suddenly blurted out. -- You know, these two orders have strange fates. The king, a man of extremely difficult character, intends to give a gift for the wedding of the one who rejected his grandson. He must be irritated by the mere mention of the upcoming marriage, and the thought of Teya Bors does not evoke warm feelings in him. As for the queen, she recently stated in an interview that her husband will soon be healthy again. Unexpected words, which, according to the author, were accompanied by some malicious grimaces, barely perceptible. Jan Dere is certainly not the brightest mind, but what if all the ominous things he somehow noticed are true? The queen's strange words. Her eternal youth. Now her absurd demand – a gift for a living corpse. Of course, I didn't tell you that. Sometimes even walls have ears, -- Alessia sighed.
-- All this, of course, does not mean that I will not take on the task. It's just... strange.

-This isn't funny! Or rather - Anders pondered - no, it's actually quite funny... - he smiled - but you know what's written in your book. The ritual is quite simple, and Kasha is the most benevolent of all the demons, so of course, I tried to summon him... As for the fact that he meows, I don't know, maybe that's part of the contract, or maybe it's just his sense of humor - he's already shown that he likes to tease.

— That's exactly how it is, human. — Finally, the cat spoke in a human voice.
— Hmm... Maybe I should make an appointment with Eisen myself. — Victor smiled easily again, not losing his composure at all. — I thought you were a little smarter, Anders. Or maybe you were ready to share a bed with Gonzo or grovel before...
— Karea, — the cat finished for the professor, — I told that idiot the same thing, almost word for word.
— So that's how it is...
— Hey, what do you think you're doing? — When Victor picked up the cat, it began to resist.
— Oh, how interesting! — The professor began to examine the cat more closely. — There don't seem to be any physical differences, but it can talk, what a strange thing...
— Shhh... — The cat hissed and jumped out of the human's grasp, after which it hurried to "disconnect" from the session.
— Well, Anders, I think your new friend has already told you this, but you're very lucky. If you had made a contract with someone who posed a danger to the city's inhabitants, I'm afraid I would have had to deprive the baron of one of his wards. — Victor's face was once again graced by a barely perceptible smile, but judging by his voice, he was absolutely serious. — Let me congratulate you on this historic event. I hope you get the most out of this contract.

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Purchases in Tamfana before departure:
A souvenir wooden statuette – a copy of the River Maiden statue (alternative: photo, drawing) for Alrik
A hair clip – as a gift for Elsa
A book suitable for his age (adventure literature? Ideally, a script of the play about Rogdan that they performed, if it could be quickly made/obtained) for Homeric
That very (hopefully) indestructible flower in the store for 50 selics – for Yua.
^Distributed to the recipients almost immediately upon arrival.
Some kind of sharpening stone, polishing compound, and other tools for weapon maintenance.
Something tasty that isn't available in Baldur, x(a lot)

— That’s exactly how it is, human. — Finally, the cat spoke in a human voice.
— Hmm... Perhaps I should make an appointment with Eisen myself. — Victor smiled easily again, not losing his composure at all. — I thought you were a little smarter, Anders. Or maybe you were ready to share a bed with Gonzo or grovel before...
— Karea, — the cat finished for the professor, — I told that idiot the same thing, almost word for word.
— So that’s how it is...
— Hey, what do you think you’re doing? — When Victor picked up the cat, it began to resist.
— Oh, how interesting! — The professor began to examine the cat more closely. — There don’t seem to be any physical differences, but it can talk, what a strange thing...
— Shhh... — The cat hissed and jumped out of the human’s grasp, after which it hurried to “disconnect” from the session.
— Well, Anders, I think your new friend has already told you this, but you are very lucky. If you had made a contract with someone who posed a danger to the city’s inhabitants, I’m afraid I would have had to deprive the baron of one of his wards. — Victor’s face was once again graced by a barely perceptible smile, but judging by his voice, he was absolutely serious. — Let me congratulate you on this historic event. I hope you get the most out of this contract.

Anders opened his mouth:
— Uh... but aren’t you yourselves... from those?

-- Of course, I'm a fan of the Telos gyms, my boy. My wife is just a cover...

Rhehei thoughtfully paced around his newly acquired home. It was rather empty at the moment, but the Myrian wasn't sure he even wanted to furnish it. After all, he still had his old home, far across the sea... It felt like a decade had passed since he left it. A strange feeling; when he tried to recall its details, he found it difficult, as if an ethereal veil covered the imagined scene. He explained it to himself by saying that during his time in Serberia, he had accumulated so much new information and experiences that they had pushed the old memories aside. And yet, could he really be losing his memories of his roots so quickly? Especially since he still felt drawn to that place, even though he couldn't quite say what he would do if he were there right now. Perhaps it was just temporary; he just needed some peace and quiet to think things through. He wondered, who would inherit this house if he had died in those damp dungeons?

There it was again... No matter how hard he tried to push the memories of his misadventures in Tamphan to the back of his mind, they kept resurfacing. Rhehei tapped his fingers on the hilt of his katana. Perhaps having it improved in the local forge was the only good memory he had of their trip to the neighboring county, a memory only weakly connected to the things he would rather forget. But even here, bad thoughts found a way in, this time thanks to Kalentia, who had told him about how the same thing had happened to the woman who later turned out to be the main target of their mission, the one they were supposed to defeat... And in the end, they had let her go, all because instead of helping his comrades bring down the vile villainess who was shaming his people and providing backup in case of potential losses, he had been lying unconscious on the threshold of that carelessly opened room. His companions' decision had been logical, albeit difficult, and he was immensely grateful that they hadn't left him to die, but a heavy sadness weighed on his soul because his inability to stand his ground had effectively failed the mission for everyone.

He sighed heavily and stopped in front of the window, looking out. As the seasons changed, spring was in full swing, and it seemed like the winter tournament that had started it all had happened a long time ago and was already a thing of the past. Organized by the baron... with a bag over his head. What was that all about? In a sudden, inexplicable burst of anger, the young man slammed his fist on the windowsill. From Gunngnir's reaction to the story of what happened in Tamphan, it wasn't clear what he wanted to see in his pupils: a personal knightly order or a band of thugs. And this house, this katana in his hand – the bearded baron persistently filled his mind, making him forget his own desires, convincing him that his place was here, that he had molded him from a piece of lost foreign clay specifically for Baldur and its inhabitants, that it was time to repay his debts and remember to whom he owed his life and to whom he should be loyal.

Enough, he thought. Returning to his usual routine should help him calm down and regain his composure. Rhehei made a conscious effort to block out the incessant stream of unwanted thoughts, after which he left the house and headed to the clinic.

Before leaving Tamfana, or perhaps during the journey, Kalentia tried her best to carefully explain Vergil's situation to Gulveig. She probably hoped that carefully chosen words and a gentle introduction would help, considering that Vegi had already seen worse things. But it didn't work. As Gulveig, tired from her adventures in Tamfana, understood Kalentia's words, they all hit her at once, and with full force: the baldrka didn't even realize how she ended up lying on the ground, head down. "Hmm. Mother, it seems I've forgotten how to walk. Well, it happens... Will Father Gungnir give me special training and teach me again? I'll be back on my feet soon. And for now, I'll just lie down for a bit, okay, Kal?" *** Upon arriving in Baldr, Gulveig could only think about this situation and pray, asking Mother what she should do. Almost all the time she wasn't with the children, she was either in the Temple, or by the statue of Arteria, or in her secluded spot in the north (and most often – in the latter). And she just kept asking what she should do. The deception of Theodahad Bors did not put her in a positive mood. If he had immediately stated his intentions, everything would have been clear and transparent, and she could have spoken to the teacher differently, clearly understanding what kind of "help" was being discussed, and in general... But in reality, it seemed that the knight skillfully played with his ambiguities to achieve the desired result, which (no matter what he said) was primarily needed by him personally. Vergil's will and desires remained questionable in this matter, and Gulveig was terribly tormented not only by the fact that she had deprived herself of even the smallest hope with her own words, but also, perhaps, that she had condemned the teacher to a puppet-like life in the hands of impersonal political figures. And so, quietly weeping, she spent her time. Which, perhaps, was quite noticeable, as her eyes were now not only sleepy but also red. *** Today's morning was no different from the others. Vegi woke up in her own home, and as usual, she was overwhelmed by the realization of what the coming day held for her. And yet... Every time, she thought that maybe, just today, she wouldn't just pray, but also do something. Some kind of enlightenment would descend upon her, an incredible surge of strength, or something along those lines. Maybe, suddenly, she would discover new abilities that would help her heal the teacher. Wouldn't that change everything? Gulveig got up and went to the Temple first, forgetting to have breakfast for the umpteenth time in these days.

I'm not sure if I'll be able to join tomorrow during the day; if not, then only in the evening, and it will be like that for the whole week, so if there are any joint gameplay sessions or things like group challenges, please keep that in mind.

^ Seymour

Renold automatically goes to training and maybe to a swimming tournament (why not) / Ilva is reading a book about a blue-haired girl, and then we'll figure out what she does next.