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- I think I know who that is...

By the way, I do the same thing when I go outside.

- I think I understand who that is...

— Eilhard, my younger brother. — Gregor nodded. — I told you about him once.

- A prankster, - Veserod nodded. - What is he doing here if he has an entire... what was it called?... Wouldn't it be better to spend this time managing the estate?

— Hmm... Before I answer that question, let me ask you this: are you aware that during your group's stay in Elheim, you took the life of its potential bride?

-If Anselm were there, he would have even checked if she had a sword in her head.

— Thank you,” the young man smiled. “I am a little worried that my comrades will become too careless, relying on my skills, but I’ve only been doing this for a couple of years... Before arriving in Serberia, I never thought I would become a doctor. And there’s always the fear that my hand will tremble, even when dealing with what seems like a simple wound... I hope this will pass with experience.

— By the way, I didn’t come to Elheim empty-handed. I visited a store there, which used to be a bookstore, but with the influx of tourists, it has partially changed its profile. The goods there were diverse, mostly in the spirit of Elheim, but I noticed one interesting book.
Ryohei takes out “Wonders of Modern Medicine.”
— It is of interest to people like us, and I found the information in it very interesting. I want to give it to you, out of deep respect and gratitude for everything you have done for me and for many other people.

— Oh, you shouldn’t have... — Eisen accepted the gift, slightly embarrassed. — But thank you! Hmm... — The doctor couldn’t restrain himself and allowed himself to examine the book right here and now, quickly glancing through its pages. — Well, what can I say... — It seemed that his inner critic had awakened at that moment. — The material from which this book is made is of very low quality, which greatly reduces its presentability; however, this in itself is not a problem, since the information contained in the book is usually much more valuable than its physical form, and if something is a problem, then it is, — he points to the cover, — let’s say, you and I are medical professionals, and we will be interested in the title itself out of professional interest, but would a simple person stop at such a cover? Would he prefer this book to more attractive-looking competitors? Unlikely. And finally, the author focuses exclusively on positive statistics and omits the negative aspects of our craft. Unsuccessful operations, accidents, carelessness, inattention, incompetence, or ignorance, patients’ health ruined by bad or unsuitable medications... This is an unpleasant truth for us, but in my opinion, not paying attention to it in such a treatise is somewhat hypocritical and creates unrealistic expectations among readers. — Unexpectedly for himself, he chuckled softly. — Ah, excuse me. I got carried away. Thank you, Ryohei! Whatever I say, I am glad for this gift, although I will note that your words of gratitude are more valuable to me than material things. I am glad that you became my student.

Ryohei gains +1 friendship with Eisen.

- Hmm... I don't remember us taking anyone's life, - Veserod shrugged.

“Be that as it may, he didn’t grieve for her for long and had already arranged an engagement with the daughter of a neighboring count, Annemari von Baymundt, but the girl turned out to be strong-willed and didn’t want to marry a man she didn’t even know. Then the count became angry and kicked her out of the house, telling her not to return until she gave him a grandson from Eilhard. Eilhard himself doesn’t know what to do with her now; he says that they could have solved the problem in a crude way, but servants exist for such things, and one should treat a wife with respect. So he decided to bring her here so that both the count and his daughter could cool down during their separation, but she doesn’t want to live here either; she has too vivid an imagination and excessive pride.” Gregor shrugged. “That’s the situation.”

- Oh... - Veseroda winced at this allusion to "dividing up the Illian apartment." From the whole story, he understood one thing - the life of an aristocrat is hell. - What will she do if she doesn't live here? Will she grow feathers and fly away to the mountains? And what does this have to do with you?

— To be honest, I don't really care about the whole situation, but I also won't abandon Eilhard in a difficult moment. He wants to wait until the count and his daughter recover somewhat, and then amicably break off the engagement, so someone needs to convince the girl to stay in Baldur for a while. It's my kind of brotherly duty to do this, but in the lady's eyes, I'm a "brother of a demon and a scoundrel," and she doesn't want to listen to me at all. Of course, violence is also not an option, so it's fair to say that I've encountered a rather difficult situation.

- Break off the engagement? But doesn't your brother need to marry her?

— After all this, he changed his mind. Considering the circumstances, I think he's one of those who doesn't have much luck in love, haha.

- At least it's honest, - Veserod nodded. - Based on what I thought of him, I expected worse, but like father, like son.
He sighed, looked around the shop, and stroked his beard.
- Well, I... I understand that this isn't my area of expertise, and I'm just a fifth wheel here... But if I can help in any way, just let me know.

"I'm glad you offered! As far as I can tell, you've gained significant experience in, let's say, interacting with people and resolving social issues over the past few months, and therefore you might be able to handle this as well. The lady's name is Annemarie von Beimuth, and she is currently in one of the rooms at the inn. If you can convince her to stay in Baldur, I would be very grateful."

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Eyr lay on her bed and, with a serious expression on her face, added some notes to her well-worn notebook. It was currently open to the "defeats" page. On the one hand, this list clearly showed her how much she had grown as a warrior over the past few months, but on the other hand, it made her realize how far she still was from Gungnir. And that's not even mentioning Gungnir... she had lost to Renold twice during this time, and it didn't look like the third time would be any different. The same could be said about Roheya; he was not only their squad's savior in a difficult moment but also an invincible warrior. Eyr sighed with some sadness and lowered her gaze to the next page, titled "victories." Scanning the list, she paused for a moment, trying to remember who this Leon was, and then it dawned on her: "Ah, that's the one-eyed count... he was strange, Gungnir Jr. seemed more solid." She hid the notebook in its usual place and picked up Scabiosa's photo collection. Her heart beat faster. And why did she even buy this? Oh yes, she just wanted to look at "beautiful" women and compare them to herself. In another situation, Eyr wouldn't rely on the opinion of a randomly encountered pervert, but even before her visit to Elheim, she couldn't deny that Amelia Slimegate had impressive physical features, and therefore the opinion of the inept photographer still carried some weight. She flipped through the pages of the magazine with a noticeable blush on her face and an unexpected interest, marveling at the models' outfits, their poses, their facial expressions, and periodically ran to the mirror to look at herself. At one point, she tried to smile dazzlingly and take an exquisitely beautiful pose like in one of the photos, but the result seemed more monstrous or ridiculous than attractive. Unlike the path of the sword, which she had been following since childhood, all of this felt somehow unnatural and came with great difficulty. Deciding that she had enough for today, she went to a lecture about valkyries, to learn more about the Arterian warrior women. The techniques of Gungnir did not interest her: she was not ready to show mercy to those who would try to harm her or those she cared about.

- Whaaaaaaaaaat?... Me???? - Veserod was stunned. - Well, uh... mmm, uh, meee... You saw your brother's reaction, didn't you? And if I understand correctly, this is an even more hopeless situation.