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— Yes, maybe your distinguishing features will actually turn out to be a good thing. I believe in you!

Unable to find Yua, Anselm went to a new store that had opened in place of the workshop.

Claudia looks at Ilva, trying to understand if she wants to do this or not.

Ilva herself was already struggling to understand what was happening, but refusing to continue with the task would go against all her principles.
—If you wish, I could tell you about most of the places of interest in our city. —she boldly stepped forward. "Another tour guide? Well, at least she has some experience here..."

Meanwhile, Reynold said goodbye to the baron and headed towards the exit of the estate, when his gaze fell on Emilia, who was lost in thought. And although the young man never forgot about his own mother, it was hard to deny that the latter had, in fact, replaced her for many of them.
—Good day to you. —the young man politely greeted the baron's wife. —You seem to be very thoughtful today. Is something wrong?

- I don't even have any idea what I could say to her.

“Well, those are all the most important people in Baldur’s Gate, and I think the connections you’ve made could be useful to you,” the girl said as the elf’s business at the clinic was concluded. “I hope you weren’t disappointed by this little tour.”

— As a token of gratitude... Hmm... You can choose one of the furniture and decoration sets for yourself.

— Really? Thank you, that's quite generous of you...
Before, the rather meager selection of options suddenly became substantial and diverse. What should I choose? All the furniture looked very good, except for a couple of options that were a bit too rough, but even those were better than the relatively bland furnishings that came standard with the Gungnir homes.

The spartan furnishings of Sharnhorst looked mediocre, as did the overly masculine-military style from Eugen. It wasn't that Gulveig disliked weapons, but perhaps in a more elegant, knightly style, rather than a gladiatorial-thug style.

The Thracian furniture was quite cozy. Not extravagant, but warm and natural. Sitting in an armchair by the fireplace, warming up and sleeping under a blanket, is very nice...

The Reichheim, Illian, and Artorian furniture were in a class of their own. All of it was extremely beautiful and luxurious, simply brilliant. The difference was that the Artorian style was more royalist, which seemed both great and patriotic, but Gulveig thought it might be too pompous. The Illian and Reichheim styles, especially the latter, were very good, but would she be able to keep such porcelain splendor clean and tidy, especially without the servants typical of the aristocrats of those provinces? Vegi remembered Bouvardia and for a moment imagined her in a maid's apron pouring her tea. Or should it be the other way around, Gulveig, the clumsy maid who constantly breaks things, pouring tea for Bouvardia, but scalding her and awkwardly trying to wipe it up with a napkin, offering a thousand apologies? Hmm, neither version seemed like an ideal domestic scene. And yet... It's something to keep in mind for the future.

Grimwald was very good. In some ways better than Thrace, because it was more elegant. In some ways worse, as it was a little less cozy. Still, the natural theme created the feeling that Gulveig hadn't left her little corner of the forest...

The Elheim furniture didn't look too extravagant, but it attracted attention with the presence of darts. It would be possible to practice accuracy in the evenings, or even hold competitions...

"Mother, it's a pity that there isn't any furniture in the style of Marion here... Then there would be one less option, and it would be easier to choose. And in general, why am I so worried, it's just furniture. Don't I have more important things to think about right now? I haven't even talked to the children after the trip."

— It's a difficult choice... — the girl sighed finally. — Can I ask you to hold Grimwald or Thrace for now, one of the two, otherwise they'll be snapped up like hotcakes... And I'll let you know later.
— Also, how much would it cost to order a statue of Artheria? Or a small statuette...

Unable to find Yua, Anselm headed to a new store that had opened in place of the workshop.

— Anselm, wait! — The girl runs up to the boy from behind and grabs his hand. — I saw you were looking for me, but I wanted to play hide-and-seek... Sorry...

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Ilva herself was already struggling to understand what was happening, but refusing to continue with the task would go against all her principles.
—If you wish, I could tell you about most of the places of interest in our city. —she boldly stepped forward. "Another tour guide gig? Well, at least she has some experience here..."

— Places of interest, you say? — The captain smiled. — Well, we can say that, but I'll be the one choosing where we go, okay?
This is a red star already. You can refuse if you want.
Before Ilva and Erika leave her establishment, Claudia asks the girl to lend her a cookbook for a couple of hours.

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Meanwhile, Reynold said goodbye to the baron and headed towards the exit of the estate, when his gaze fell on Emilia, who seemed lost in thought. And although the young man never forgot about his own mother, it was hard to deny that the latter had, in fact, replaced her for many of them.
—Good day to you. —the young man politely greeted the baron's wife. —You seem very pensive today. Is something wrong?

— Is it that obvious? — The woman smiled sadly. — No, nothing happened, but many little things have accumulated, not letting me rest, and it's not right for me to burden young people with my problems.

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- I don't even have any ideas about what I could say to her.

— Just try, because if you don't ask, you won't get an answer.

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— These are all the most important people in Baldur, and I think connections with them could be useful to you, — the girl said when the elf's business at the clinic was finished. — I hope you weren't disappointed by this little tour.

When they are left in the middle of an empty street, the elf stops, says something unintelligible, and Kalentia freezes.
— What are you hiding from me? — She touches the middle of her forehead with her cane and begins to read her mind.

Answer honestly...

“It’s alright,” the girl’s voice, under the spell, was completely devoid of emotion. “You seemed like a busy and important person to me, someone who values their time. I introduced you to everyone whose influence is noticeable beyond Baldur and who might be interested in business relations with you. I was afraid to bore you with introductions to other residents of Baldur, people who are beloved but avoid large-scale business or politics, so as not to waste your time.”

— Who are the strongest heroes of Baldur?

Don't just talk about me.

So, you're interested in some places? — The captain smiled. — Well, you could say that, but I'll be the one choosing where we go, okay?
That's already a red flag, if you ask me. You can still refuse if you want.
Before Ilva and Erika leave her establishment, Claudia asks the girl to lend her a cookbook for a couple of hours.

—Of course, I'll gladly try to help you!
Before leaving the cafe, Ilva readily lends the book to her friend.

—Is it that obvious? — The woman smiled sadly. — No, nothing happened, but many little things have accumulated, not letting me rest, and it's not right for me to burden young people with my problems.

—Well, not exactly, but... —Renold awkwardly looked away, formulating his thoughts. —Maybe they are small things, but still, if I or someone else can help, or at least listen to what's going on, I'm happy to do so.

Erika and Ilva travel north to Baldr, where they stop at Gulveig's house (while she is not at home). — May I ask who lives here?

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—Well, not exactly, but... —Renold awkwardly looked away, formulating his thoughts. —Maybe it's just small things, but still, if I or someone else can help, or at least listen to what's going on, I'm happy to do so.

— You know, Ren, I agree with Gungnir's decisions in my mind, but my heart is uneasy every time you go on a journey. Tell me, are you sure you don't want to give up on these assignments? And Ilva?..

After saying goodbye to Eisen and restocking on first-aid kits before leaving the clinic, Ryohei, remembering what his mentor said about the latest newspaper issue, decides to visit "Chronicles of Eugen".

— It’s a tough choice… — the girl sighed finally. — Could I ask you to hold off on Grimwald or Thrace for now, just one of the two, otherwise they’ll be snatched up like hotcakes… I’ll let you know later.
— Also, how much would it cost to order a statue of Arteria? Or a small statuette…

— No problem… Just decide *before the end of the phase*, if you would. And the statue… I’ll think about it.

— Anselm, wait! — The girl runs up to the boy from behind and grabs his hand. — I saw you were looking for me, but I wanted to play hide-and-seek... Sorry...

- Well, I wasn't really looking for you, I was just taking my dog for a walk and thinking about what to name him, and I decided to chat. How are you doing?