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and you didn't even get me some earrings
Unfortunately, good things in life never last forever, perhaps only if you are powerful enough to control your own destiny and influence the fate of others, but Renold and Ilva certainly did not belong to this group. The girl, for obvious reasons, was taking the separation much harder than her brother, but she tried to maintain her dignity and not spoil the mood of those around her with her gloomy appearance. During the train journey, she looked indifferently out the window at the passing landscapes, without paying much attention to them. Even though they were sent on vacation, she knew that she would hardly be able to fully enjoy the trip.
Galgan really looked like a quiet and peaceful place and evoked certain associations with Baldur. The only difference was that there were no familiar faces here, nor her friend Claudia, nor Renold.
—Ilva, thank you for your hospitality, she introduced herself to the local ruler when it was her turn.
Unlike his sister, Renold himself was even glad that she would not have to face the "sights" of Elheim, and he would not have to worry about her safety. The young man, who was penniless, did not expect anything interesting from the land of bandits. He guessed that, at the behest of the local ruler, they would still have to face the most repulsive things in this location, and therefore he simply waited indifferently for life to once again bring him face to face with death. Despite his boundless respect for Baron Gungnir, his soul was increasingly disturbed by the feeling that, by joining the suicide squad, they had not gained any useful experience or made any progress in achieving their goals, but rather helped the old man's plans, and now those of his relatives. He could only hope that these thoughts were caused by fatigue from the journey.