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“Oh, Veserod, how are things going?” Gregor asked as the hunter appeared in the doorway of his shop. “You look like you’ve aged a decade… What happened?”

"Well, hello, almost-hometown," Alessia thought without enthusiasm as she stepped onto Baldr soil again. "I barely recognize it."
What's the difference – a month in Elheim versus ten years in Baldr? A heavier purse, a bullet scar, a fashionable manicure, and a slender body instead of her usual thinness? A demon king? Maybe all of that at once. For five years, she couldn't believe she was actually living in this backwater, and three weeks in Elheim felt like it should be the norm. Of course, she conveniently forgot about the times when every Tom, Dick, and Harry tried to kill her. And it wasn't that Alessia regretted the end of her stay in Elheim – she had been counting down the days since her arrival – it just didn't bring her any pleasure to return to Baldr. Not even this new Baldr, with its station, idle tourists, and law enforcement. Especially not like this.

"Transient loafers, cursed Imperial lackeys, and soon there will be the constant noise and stench of steam engines. Bastards!" Alessia carefully maintained a calm expression as she walked through this semi-familiar city, but as soon as she closed the door to her house, all the emotions she had bottled up poured out in a torrent – "I'm so tired..."
She couldn't even say for sure what she was tired of – the three weeks of non-stop work, or this strange influx of people in Gungnir's domain. Alessia sat down on the bed in her shoes and randomly grabbed a book from her bag. She wanted to read, calm down, finally rest, and get her thoughts in order. "The Book of Demons. Wonderful."

A week passed peacefully. After reading the book several times and almost memorizing it, Alessia hid it in a remote corner. At first, she thought about getting rid of it altogether, but then she remembered that the governor hadn't even questioned her about the suspicious item. If, instead, he had sent a letter to her father... It would be better to act as if nothing special had happened. And then Reynold showed up.

"You've probably already heard that they're discussing our missions. Many people are worried, and not without reason. The last assignments were only narrowly averted from becoming tragedies, and with each one, we make more and more new enemies. In general, what do you think about these assignments, and are you going to continue?"

Heard? Perhaps. Thought? A little. She thought about how the capital was multiplying after each assignment, how her magical abilities were growing, which she had tried so long and unsuccessfully to develop. She also thought that, although there was probably no place in the world worth Clematis, there were many places better than Baldr. She thought about how she had changed as a person – so much so that even Cecilia sometimes wouldn't recognize the former, silent girl who only saw work and the simple temptations of the fashion world. Life hadn't become calmer, but maybe it had become better? The last few months were worth the last few years, and she had only paid for it with a single scar and a slight scare. It was worth it. Things will be better in the future, as long as she stops in time, before she has to pay with her life. There's a sense of déjà vu here... and a certainty that the risk will pay off.
"If you had asked me about this after Tamfana, I would have answered 'no' without hesitation, but now..." Alessia paused, reconsidering everything she had accumulated over the past week, but then blurted out. "Oh, never mind, I don't need to explain it to you, you wouldn't understand anyway. Just tell the baron that I'm still going to participate in his deadly games. For now, I am. Goodbye."
And she slammed the door. About an hour and a half later, Alessia went to visit Cecilia to find out about the opening of her business. This conversation will probably be more difficult.

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Well, we could wait, Alex seems to want to summon demons himself.

Does that require an Overlord Spell? Anyway, I wanted to do it in the next phase.

No need, you’ve already spent it on reading.

Why do I feel much worse after four hours of "relaxing" at home than after eight hours of hauling cargo at work? I could barely manage a couple of lines.

Veserod took a shuddering breath, sat down on a chair, and covered his face with his hands. "I'll never get married now..." However, the emotions didn't really overwhelm him, thanks to the recent reset, so after a few moments, he already raised a gloomy gaze at Gregor. "It's done." Although he wanted to, he didn't add that he had done something exceptional for himself, something that he would never even consider as possible in a sober and clear mind, solely for the sake of a friend who, however, had also helped him more than once.

Ment, what furniture did you end up choosing?

I haven't chosen anything yet... But after talking to Buva, I'm leaning towards the Reichheim style. Were you planning on buying something too?

-- If you had asked me about this after Tamfana, I would have answered "no" without hesitation, but now... Elheim has shown me a lot, you know, -- Alessia fell silent, reconsidering everything she had learned over the past week, but then blurted out. -- Oh, why should I explain anything to you, you wouldn't understand anyway, and there's no need. Just tell the baron that I'm still going to participate in his deadly games. For now, I am. Goodbye.
And she slammed the door.

Renold stood in front of the door for a moment, slightly taken aback, then shrugged, muttered "Thank you for the answer, I guess..." and went back to the baron's estate to find Emilia and tell her the not-so-pleasant news about the decisions of her comrades.

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I haven't chosen anything yet... But after talking to Buvo, I'm leaning towards the Reichheim one. Do you want to buy something too?

Yeah, it's probably the only one available. But then I'll go after you and take a look.

Veserod gasped, sat down on a chair, and covered his face with his hands.
- I'll never get married now... - however, the emotions didn't really overwhelm him, thanks to the recent reboot, so after a few moments, he already looked up at Gregor with a gloomy expression. - It's done.
Although he wanted to, he didn't add that he had done something exceptional for himself, something that he would never even consider as possible in a sober mind and with a clear memory, all for the sake of a friend who, however, had also helped him more than once.

— Oh, is that so? That's wonderful news! Ha-ha, my friend, you're missing out on being a great orator! — Gregor joked, then took out an item wrapped in cloth from the closet and handed it to the hunter. — Let this dispel the clouds of your mood today! I've been preparing it for a long time, but I was waiting for the right occasion.

— Felicia was the first... And I somehow didn't expect it from you; I thought that Liutgard was the least likely to fit the Arterian image, although I don't really understand all of this.

— Well, as you heard in the lecture, many Valkyries have diametrically opposed views on various issues,” Calentia smiled. “Liutgard is one of them, and her righteousness is beyond question—otherwise, she wouldn't have become one of the last chosen by the Goddess. And, in my opinion, the diversity of views among the Valkyries reflects the diversity of views among the common followers of Arteria. The so-called "Arterian image" is nothing more than a stereotype, albeit one with some basis. For example, if you imagine an Arterian, you probably wouldn't think of Uncle Gungnir first, would you? At the same time, it's hard to deny his piety. As for me... — the Argalian spread her hands — ... perhaps life in Serberia had an effect? It's hard to just step back and look at myself from the outside. I can only say that I am inspired by her resilience, determination, and willingness to rely only on her own strength. As well as her equal attitude towards all the inhabitants of Serberia, regardless of whether they share her views. It reminds me of Baldur, where we are, first and foremost, brothers and sisters, ready to stand up for each other.

- Huh? - Veserod took the package and held it in his hands for about five seconds, staring blankly. After exchanging glances with Gregor and the package several times, he unwraps it.

Inside the scroll, there is an elegant emerald-colored bow that looks rather ominous.

Tormentor
Bow
Power: 5
Damage: 50
Range: 12
+5 to Dodge, Hunter bonus works against Humans.

Nice map from Gregor...

the hunter's bonus works against humans.

Bestiary - 2500 experience points.
The character can use zoological collections to determine the characteristics and features of animals and/or monsters they encounter.

/ Hey, enemyname, there was something written about you in the bestiary under the "amphibians" section, now I know everything about you, you swamp toad.../

About an hour and a half later, Alessia sets out to visit Cecilia to inquire about the progress of her case. This conversation will likely be more difficult.

— I assume you, Alessia, are already aware of the railway project and the construction of the station, right? — Cecilia didn't wait for an answer, assuming it wasn't necessary. — The Baron decided that this would be a good opportunity for you, his protégés, to try your hand at some peaceful endeavor that doesn't involve bloodshed. You can be sure that once the construction is completed, the quiet Baldr will disappear and be drowned in a sea of noisy, unrefined, yet wealthy people. This will be a good opportunity for you, and therefore, I give you the following task: find a location for your enterprise and decide what goods or services you will offer there on the days when the Baron doesn't force you to travel around the country. You have one month to decide.

If you open a circus, you'll get 10 bonus points from Arandor. Besides, I don't think our squad can engage in any other peaceful craft.