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can't she find something more useful to do? Let me go check on my business, since we're waiting anyway...

Anselm goes to the estate to find out what kind of business is being offered. but without spending any action points, just in case... I'll just take a look.

Almandina finished reading the papers of her students with a satisfied smile on her face; it was clear that she had enjoyed today's event.
"Don't worry, Gulveig, Kalentia. Every Valkyrie is a worthy girl; otherwise, they wouldn't have been chosen by the goddess, but at the same time, some of them may seem closer to you in spirit and personality than others, and there is nothing wrong with choosing a favorite role model. Ilva, I appreciate your honesty, not to mention that your idea of using three categories seemed very interesting to me – evaluating based on appearance is a very unusual decision! However, you are absolutely right that appearance plays an important role... And Anselm, I see that you are quite orthodox in your views on Valkyries; that was also a revelation for me. Eir, next time, try to cross out unwanted text more carefully because I was still able to read it... It's interesting, by the way, that you and Kalentia have almost the same top three. Well, okay!" The priestess clapped her hands and announced the Valkyrie ranking according to the preferences of the students of Gungnir.

① Felicia Lungworth
② Gisela Albireo
③ Limma Madrigal
④ Vita
⑤ Xiang Chanchan
⑥ Mifune Sachiko
⑦ Liutgarda der Grosse
⑧ Rika Serdolik
⑨ Lobelia
⑩ Akate Ilminif
⑪ Kayano Sayaka

"Oh, now I feel a little sorry for those who ended up at the bottom of the list, but I guess there's nothing I can do about it... I suppose Felicia could become a kind of symbol for your squad."

Participants in the lecture receive +1 friendship with Almandina, +2 to faith, and a bonus for the Valkyrie they listed first (or the next one down if that bonus has already been received).

/Oh, I should have ranked Gisela higher./
Leaving Philip, Gulveig carefully tears the newspaper in half. Then, after thinking, she tears it in half again. She repeats this operation until she no longer has the strength, puts everything in the trash can, and goes to the lecture.

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It seems that only after reading the latest "Chronicles" did Gulveig remember the promise she made to one tall, white-haired, blue-eyed acquaintance. So much has piled up... Well, she simply didn't have time for it. Perhaps Jan himself would be furious if he knew that he was forgotten for so long... So, after the lecture, she approaches the fencer (implying that they have already greeted each other many times).
-- Hey, I wanted to give you a greeting from your acquaintance... The historian?

Interestingly, the top three spots for you and Calentia are almost identical.

After the priestess said these words, Calentia turned to Eyr and showed her a thumbs-up as a sign of approval.

Anselm goes to the estate to find out what kind of job is being offered.

— Are you sure you have enough time and desire? — Cecilia asked sternly. — I, for one, don't have much.

Explains the details only to those who spend Action Points.

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After the priestess said these words, Kalentia turned to Eir and showed her a thumbs up as a sign of approval.

Well, at least it's not average...

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It seems that only after reading the latest "Chronicles" did Gulveig remember the promise she had made to a tall, fair-haired, blue-eyed acquaintance. So much has happened... She was just too busy. Perhaps Yan himself would be furious to learn that he had been forgotten for so long... So, after the lecture, she approaches the swordswoman (implying that they have already greeted each other many times).
— Eir, I wanted to pass on greetings from your acquaintance... the historian?

— The historian? — Eir didn't understand.

— A historian? — Air didn't understand.

— Yan Dere. Well... I don't know what he taught you, if what he said was true...
Gulveig was no longer sure about that. She probably wouldn't lie, but she might embellish...

Okay, where are my 15 points in Charisma and Faith...

— Are you sure you have enough time and desire? — Cecilia asked sternly. — I, for my part, don't have much of either.

- Well... - Anselm pondered and began to imagine himself sitting at home, teaching his parrot new words over breakfast, and then going for a walk with his dog by the lake. In another fantasy, he was already playing hide-and-seek with Yua and Homeric, and then they, together with Imelda, gave a small concert for the children, - Yes, I probably should think more about my task, since it is so serious and requires a lot of time.

I'm going to read a book about Felicia Lungwort.

-- Ian Dere. Well... I don't know what he taught you, if what he said is true...
Gulveig wasn't so sure anymore about what happened. She probably didn't lie, but she might have embellished...

— And under what circumstances... Oh, yes. He taught you, but I wouldn't believe everything he said... Just the thought of what he might have said gives me the chills.

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Anselm gains +1 to intelligence.

Well, who even needs it?

"Is Teya really okay? No, wait, I came to that conclusion based on the verbal description and because he's the teacher's friend... Well, that's what he said! Mother... Is Teya really okay?!"
-- In Marion, he introduced himself as the teacher's friend. He mostly talked about himself, didn't say anything about your affairs.
-- I managed to find out a little about the teacher's past from him... "And I still have nightmares after hearing that story." But now, after such a review, I'm not sure about anything anymore...

— Yeah, self-praise is his thing. He also... well, he likes to let his hands do the talking, so it's best to keep your distance from him unless absolutely necessary.

"Oh-oh..."
-- Well, I guess it's good that there was an official reception back then... I hope he didn't teach him anything dangerous? What did he teach him, anyway?

With a deft movement, Eyr drew her saber from its scabbard, raised her head proudly, and enveloped the blade in a fiery flame. "Eyr, please..." Almanidina interrupted their conversation. "You're in a church..." "Ah... Ha-ha... Sorry..." She sheathed "Fang" back into its scabbard. "Well, basically..."

- Renold... You are our finest warrior, you have immense experience. So I won't beat around the bush and will speak plainly. When I was seven, my grandfather Kolovrat took me on my first hunt, - Veserod's gaze softened, drifting into the distance. - It was a particularly dangerous year... Then again, on the lands of the Rus every year is more dangerous than the last. You see, nature itself is not standing still. What the perverts conjure in terms of sorcery and machines is not solely their own doing. Nature has been capable of it since ancient times. Until the unification of the Rus and Arii into a single clan - that is, five generations ago - the largest bears did not even reach a length of one and a half sazhens. The first snow fell to a thickness of only one man's height. You could relieve yourself outside in the cold without freezing your manhood; the stream would not even freeze in mid-air. Some southern parts of Sharnhorst were as warm as Baldr is today. But humanity multiplied, began to treat the land with increasing arrogance. That is why our winters grow progressively colder each year, and the beasts grow all the more vicious. In some places, in the far north, "abomo-nations" began to appear. As Gregor calls them. Nature is not a Hecchelian moneylender, a bank-rat oligarch-businessshmon. But the human race will have to pay it back a thousandfold; this interest grows every year, and the due date is almost upon us. In half a century to a century, you will step outside and not recognize Baldr. A great winter is coming for all the peoples of the world... But enough, I've digressed. So, my grandfather took me hunting. I was still far too young, so I couldn't yet haul a moose or a bear all the way home. And everything you procure on the hunt must be used. You kill not for pleasure or malice, but for self-defense, or as part of the great cycle. In other words, you gratefully accept the gift from your prey, whether it's its life force or the materials that will help you survive and thrive in the cycle of life. You'd do well to remember this too, by the way. I've seen the mad look on your bloodstained face more than once in battle. I know you are highly diligent and disciplined, but snarling and laughing while impaling a fictional enemy for a handful of dirty coin, to amuse the cussed rabble - such a path will lead you to ruin... So. Not long ago, a pack of wolves emerged near the village. They cause no small amount of trouble, yet yield little profit - just tallow and fur. Their meat is edible for humans, but it's taboo. Whoever tastes wolf meat will be cursed by the spirits. Very soon he will fall ill and descend into madness, from which he will quickly burn out from within. The wretches who happened to be stranded somewhere with no other sustenance did not live among us for long afterward. They gathered a minimum of provisions and arrows and set out on a great hunt, from which they never returned. Such was the price for postponing one's death and breaking the law of the ancestors... In other words, for a seven-year-old boy it was a fine trial of maturity - to subdue the wolves, skin them, and haul their hides home. And so, I enter the canyon and hear a howl nearby. I clench my teeth, grip the bow in my small hands, and step forward... And I hear another howl echoing it back, and another, and another, and another - all from different directions. What do you think, Renold, I did?
Veserod took a brief pause and gazed into Renold's eyes.
- I ran. I returned to Kolovrat and confessed that I was spooked. Truth be told, Grandfather was stern. In some ways, he was better than those wolves; in others, worse. I expected him to fly into a rage and strike me. I was ready to accept that pain and anything else, just so I'd never hear that tenfold chorus of howls from all sides again. But he merely smiled. His gaze at that moment... - Veserod shivered. - It was so bright and cheerful. It was not the look of a sane person. "Veserod" - he said... "Veserodik... You are afraid of death?.. We are all afraid. You ran because you believe there is still hope. But Veserod... The only hope you have is the hope of accepting the thought that you are already dead. The sooner you accept it, the sooner you will begin to act as a craftsman of the cycle ought to act - strongly, swiftly, accurately". So, Renold...
Veserod clapped his brother heavily on the shoulder, nodded, met his gaze firmly, and went about his business.

Seeing such enthusiasm, Gulveig sighed with relief. The skill demonstrated by Eir was unlikely to be forbidden, and her boasting gave hope that Jan was not a terrible person after all. And yet, the girl reproached herself for being too trusting and for jumping to conclusions, and noted that the issue with Teia had not yet been resolved.
-- Yes, it looks great... One more question, -- she said in a very serious tone. -- "774," does it, by any chance, concern teacher Vergil? Could I read it sometime, if possible?