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At another time, the results of the June beauty contest were announced in the Amphitheater.

Stepping onto the stage, Vegi was quite nervous. She wanted to be first if possible, but she perfectly understood how difficult it was to compete with the local Illian girls, who had prioritized their appearance since childhood. And when she saw the famous Baldurian beauties Ilva, Alessia, and Kalentia on the same stage...
Making a firm promise to give it her all, Gulveig began to fully utilize her "theatrical" charisma. Here, a neat, slightly sad smile (the Arterian couldn't smile broadly even in the best of times), there, a wave of her hand, and elsewhere, the use of her eyes. Her facial expression seemed to say:
"Yes, I am simple and not of noble birth, but I am good. I also have dreams and goals... Please, for the sake of the Mother and my dream, support me!
I know that there are girls here who are more elegant and slender, more agile and with refined movements... But I am also trying very hard, and I also have good qualities, many good qualities! Please, support me!
I love you all, please, love me too!"
Well, third place... Of course, it's not great, because for most people, only first place exists. But on the other hand, she was internally in agreement with the ranking; of course, the beautiful Ilva and the perfectly poised Kalentia deserved to be higher. Maybe someday she will surpass them, but there is still a lot of work to be done... However, Alessia was also better, but... Where is Alessia?
It seems that she had already sensed the mood of the crowd and, after listening to the results of the voting, she fled, looking quite upset... Vegi was saddened by this. Perhaps her own attempt to please people had diverted potential attention from Alessia? It's a pity that in this world, you have to compete to achieve something. But later, she will definitely say a few warm words to her, telling her that, in her opinion, Alessia is very beautiful, and that Gulveig has long looked at her as an example.
And now, the Arterian smiled gently and warmly again, gratefully accepting her award. To leave a pleasant impression, she needed to continue and never stop... For herself, for her teacher, and for Teia.

***

Leaving the amphitheater, Gulveig sighed tiredly in front of her friends.
-- Yes... It was harder than I thought. Congratulations, Ilva, Kalentia! You did well. And nice hairstyle, Kal.
-- Listen, intelligence reports say that the southern forest is safe, right? I'm afraid that even with the prize, the Selik is still not enough...
"I still need to get myself ready and buy you a gift."
-- Let's... save money? After all, Father Gungnir taught us how to set up camp in nature; let's remember the lesson, and we probably won't get cold. The main thing is... that there are no insects.

— I am Yao Jinghua, — the foreigner introduced herself, — all seasons are good, and I can’t single out one color as being better than the others. I also can’t help you with political matters, as I am not well-informed about them. And as for the person… No, there isn’t one.

Anyway, I'll leave a message here in advance. If I happen to stop somewhere else along the way, I'll let you know later.

The glints of light on the cold steel, playfully shimmering across the blade as if trying to jump off... This was perceived as something warm and familiar, something that always gave him strength, peace, and confidence. But then something changed. The glints disappeared, and the metal suddenly dulled. Long, rusty streaks spread across the blade like grasping dendroid branches, corroding the material and disrupting the harmony. Before the astonished samurai's eyes, a coarse, brown crust inexplicably spread onto his hands, greedily consuming his flesh. The katana, hastily dropped, fell to the ground and crumbled into dust, and he himself, bent over in agony, desperately tried to lean on the ground.
However, his strength failed him, and the shinobi collapsed face down in the dust, sharing the fate of his sword...

Ryohei shuddered and opened his eyes. He was sitting peacefully on a bench on one of the streets of Myrkoria, not far from the count's estate. The bright sunset warmed him, and birds were singing... A light summer breeze quickly blew away the remnants of the vision from his head. Had he dozed off like an old man? The sun must have made him drowsy. Yes, the duels with Rutger's students, especially the last one against Raimund, had tired him out. Raimund's behavior in battle strongly reminded him of how Air fought, even surpassing her in some ways. The same sword, the same impressive speed... Although, without a doubt, neither Raimund nor Air had yet revealed their full potential. And Ryohei's damaged weapon, as well as the rest of his equipment, although it looked worn, did not crumble into pieces. Perhaps it could still be restored to its former glory...

But the question of how to do it remained open. To his surprise, he didn't see anything resembling a forge or workshop on the streets of Myrkoria. Only shops and everything else, but where the production took place was unclear. Indeed, a mystery... Maybe he'll find a suitable place later, but for now, he could only try to avoid such situations in the future. After resting for a while, Ryohei went to join the group to participate in patrolling the eastern forest.

by the way, why do I have 8 evasion? It's the armor that's broken, not the skill.
and I'll probably go to the forest for the night as well.

Dude...

Having achieved nothing, but at least having taken a walk through the pleasant forest, Veserod watches through the trees the outlines of hot springs and goes to check them out.

There was nothing interesting in the forest of falling arrows right now.

I bet the arrows weren't even falling; it's just false advertising.

btw, why do I have 8 evasion? Isn't it because my armor is broken, not because of a skill?

You also need to be wearing armor for the skill to work (if you're currently wearing just a shirt).

Ilva nodded thoughtfully, drew a long line through the remaining part of the cover, and closed the notebook. “Thank you for your time! I wish your school prosperity.”

So, are we going to add our answers, or are you afraid?

/That fragment, in the standard version, seemed like a workshop to me. Although repairing katanas... they might refuse.
Perhaps they'll fix it in Tamfane on the way back, although I wouldn't want to delay./

So, are we going to add our players' responses, or are you afraid?

I'm afraid that if I add my own, the Countess will pay attention to me afterward.
I'm afraid that regarding Imelda... In short, he's schizoid, so let's not.
Regarding Eir, I personally am not afraid; there's nothing so terrible for the supposed police, anyone, she didn't say anything. But if you're not adding the others, then adding Eir seems strange./

Why do you need a forest... we'll get the money for the quest now and maybe we can afford a decent place to stay for the night.

But it could have been a forest of broken peaks.

For the skill, you just need armor equipped (if you're currently wearing a shirt).

Ah, I understand how it works now. Well, yes, I'm wearing a shirt right now. As for the armor, I don't even know what to do with it, maybe sell it for a few coins or just throw it away since you can't wear them together...

It seemed like a workshop, a real standard.

Ah, no, it's more like a shop. But you can still go in and ask where they forge things; maybe it's not far from the city.
Or ask the countess.

Why do you need a forest? We'll get money for the quest now and maybe we can afford decent lodging.

/But it's still expensive. Ples gave away most of his money to pay off debts, and he still needs to buy me a birthday present :P
And I need a lot of money for other things.
The only option, I guess, is to go to the most expensive hotel, but I doubt we'll have that much money. Not right now, anyway./

Dude...

Having achieved nothing, but at least having taken a walk through the pleasant forest, Veserod watches through the trees the outlines of the hot springs and goes to check them out.

At the entrance to the fenced area of the hot springs, one of their inhabitants opens the gate for Veserod.

— Welcome to... — After examining Veserod's appearance and attire more closely, the stranger stopped. — And you...?

So, are we going to add our responses or are you afraid?

Personally, I am very afraid (including the response from Air), so I urge no one to add anything...