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Okay, that’s a bit sad. However, I still don’t think the guys in the mine did anything wrong – if a person is cynical enough to sacrifice thousands of people for some elaborate plan, it’s reasonable to assume they might even betray their own son. And it’s easy enough to check if what Tyros said about support is true; just find witnesses to his behavior. An investigation could be completed in a week, but who knew that Tyros had such a high level of trust and that no one would even bother to investigate…
Well, there are consequences, but an order is an order.
I saw our options like this:
- Not go into the mine in the first place to avoid any awkward situations, and simply report our observations later, without accusing Tyros of anything, just as a fact. We didn’t even know that there were Inquisitors in the mine; they could have been soldiers from Artheria, hypothetically. And, perhaps, that would have been the best course of action. However, there was still a small chance that Tyros wasn’t a traitor, but was actually trying to gather information about the Inquisition and was going to fight them alone. If that turned out to be true, and he died because we didn’t help him, it would have been a terrible shame. And, again, there’s the sense of duty – how many more Yukinos can we ignore? It’s unprofessional when it drags on.
- Believe the Inquisitors and join them. Well, that’s ambiguous. As players, we knew they were right, but from an RP perspective, it sounded completely insane. And the main argument, “they’re provoking you – don’t take the bait, are you stupid?” would definitely apply as a counter-argument against any Inquisitor plans. Even if Rika Heartstring showed up, regardless of whether the rest of the Inquisition supported her, I think many of our characters simply had a better opinion of her and wouldn’t believe that scenario. And those whose opinion matched reality would probably think, “well, she’s an idiot, what do we have to do with it?”
- Insist on disarmament and that the Inquisitors leave Myrkoria, and that’s it. As far as I understand, without mind control magic, that would have been impossible, although Gulveig would have tried to persuade them, appealing to logic, compassion, and Artheria.
- And the last option, you saw firsthand, Revan.

But she's not crazy enough to do something like that...

Indeed. A normal person would lock her in stocks in the middle of the city and then open a brothel called "Holy Inquisition," where captured agents of Regnilev would be sent in the future.

This option is definitely better. This world lacks worthy and creative political figures like Theria, alas.

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I'd like to know more about the guy in the bag.

He's just a guy from Lunar Princess; you could play cards with him, betting on skills or stats. Or you could kill him; he's not very strong, but he could transfer his curse to one of you.

By the way, the reward for the "patrol" was static (5k silvers or a fragment of White Wind, granting +10 initiative and +2 movement speed, or learning the 8th element school).

We should have stayed home and fabricated reports about successful patrols...

On the third week, they would still send you to the depths of the forest, so it wouldn't work.

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By the way, in the next installment, I anticipate the possibility of "transferring saves," but since the mechanics will be slightly changed and there are plans to return to classic adventures in contrast to the RPG-like approach, it might not necessarily be a good idea.

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Hmm, does this mean that Gungnir can now be summoned as a hero from the past, provided you have the corresponding belief? 🤔

I'll respec my hero and summon Gungnir so he can continue training; otherwise, he'll just slack off.

On this day, the clinic seemed unusually bright. The surroundings seemed to play with new colors, while simultaneously retaining their familiar tones.

— You've got something stuck to your face, — Mira stated as a greeting. — Go wash up.
— These are called whiskers, — Ryohai demonstratively smoothed them. — You could say they're a souvenir specifically for you, haha.
His colleague looked at him as if he were an idiot and wrinkled her nose in disgust.
— Wash. Your. Face.
The Miran fell silent for a moment, a sort of irritated fatigue in his eyes.
— Don't worry, the boss is about to give me a dressing-down for being late anyway...
He proceeded to the door and grabbed the handle.
— Ryohai?
He turned around. Mira was looking at him with her usual sullen expression, but there was something new in her eyes now, something he had never seen before. Respect, mixed with regret.
— Good job surviving.
A shadow of a smile flickered across the girl's pale, frowning face.
Giving an indefinite grunt in response, the youth opened the door and entered his mentor's office.

Eisen was standing before his desk, leaning his hands on it and staring at a single point, thinking intensely about something, until the appearance of his student interrupted his thoughts.
— Ah, Ryohai, glad to see you. You're just in time. I've encountered some difficulties with one of the patients, and there's catastrophically no time to resolve the issue...
The doctor circled the room, gathering his things.
— Are you going somewhere?
— Exactly. An urgent call, so to speak. A difficult task lies ahead...
An unremarkable book with a worn cover fell from under the mentor's arm. It seemed the doctor didn't even notice. Recognizing it as his Elheim gift, Ryohai leaned down and picked up the volume, which had fallen open. Among the pages, he saw an inserted photograph from Ivain Scabiosa's collection titled "Fair Wind." In amazement, the boy hastily closed the book and placed it on the table. He hadn't expected to see something like this in his mentor's office... Apparently, everyone has their own outlet.
— Sounds quite intriguing. Would you share the details?
— Of course. I see no reason to hide it from you. Especially since it concerns you directly.
— Is that so? Well, I'm listening.
Eisen stopped and folded his arms behind his back, thoughtfully surveying his office.
— A request from Gungnir. Or a mission, if you prefer. Yes, I receive such things sometimes too... It's in the western forest. Something like a mass training session. By the way, you should be there as well. Veserod and Alessia are already waiting.
Taking the Elheim souvenir in his hands, the mentor carefully placed the book into the packed suitcase and snapped it shut.
— I thought you were leaving for somewhere far away...
— In a sense, that's true. You know, although medicine is an exact science and does not welcome the subjunctive mood, one can see truly strange things on the border between life and death. For example, just look at this.
Pulling back the curtain from the window, he invited his student to approach. Before him, Eir was performing a vulgar dance in a swimsuit and rabbit ears on her head; with one hand she held a pole, while with the other she elegantly, mysteriously, and alluringly twirled a bonsai in the air. Noticing that Ryohai was looking at her, she immediately blushed, her face almost becoming the same color as her hair. Stopping her dance, she threw the plant at the guy. He easily dodged, but the girl vanished in an instant. With an awkward laugh, the aristocrat placed his interior element back on the windowsill.
— What things does one not envision when one doesn't fully understand what one truly desires, right?
— ...
The guy stepped back. The logic of what was happening collapsed like a house of cards with every passing second. Eisen stopped smiling.
— Remember the question you need to solve?
— ...
His throat went dry. Now he remembered everything and understood everything. A black helplessness surged and filled his soul.
— Brothers... and sisters... Eir, Veserod... I must be with them...
The mentor's face changed, taking on a bewildered and sad look. Seeing him like this was not easy, and the stone on his heart became even heavier.
— Perhaps it's even better this way. There is nothing more terrible for a doctor than to be near loved ones in a moment of need and still find themselves unable to help.
— I must return...
Eisen sighed heavily and stepped away, disappearing somewhere into the depths of the room. From his desk, Detlef, prepared for the operation, stood up and raised his saber.
A quick check—the katana was not with him. Emerging from stealth, Karl chuckled and vanished behind the door.
A strike...
His vision went dark, a wave of pain pierced his body. It felt as if half his bones, if not more, had been broken at once. A long bloody imprint was traced on the cold stone of the sloping ledge. However, he was still alive, but the fall continued...
From behind the ajar door, Mira watched the events unfold, as usual eavesdropping on his conversation with Eisen. A gloating smirk played on her lips, but it was obviously fake. The haughty gaze, stuck like an unremovable mask, could not hide the shock and disbelief in her eyes.

The next impact finally shattered the clouded, damaged consciousness, leaving no chance. Death came instantly.

Dedicated to Alessia, the only one for whom no epilogue is expected.

Ever since the railway was brought to Baldur, traveling had indeed become easier. Gulveig, returning from another foray, gazed thoughtfully out the window and observed a multitude of people, cities, constructions and more constructions. Enterprises, factories, and trading posts were springing up in the midst of nature that had been pristine until recently. Life was bustling.
All this, however, brought no joy. It was as if the entire country—previously not without its flaws, but free, wealthy, and beautiful by nature and with Mother's help—was turning into some kind of ugly hunchback, whether for the sake of an experiment or due to the curse of a wicked wizard (or sorceress?)...

Veggy opened her bag and checked to see if the bottle had broken. Her heart tightened again with the same old force, and memories flooded back. Then, during the events in the mine, Gulveig had considered herself a seasoned adventurer for whom the worst had already happened, and naively believed that she was ready for even the worst outcome. But her actions, when the party emerged from the secret passage and haltingly recounted what had happened, showed the complete opposite. Contrary to all common sense, the Arterian rushed to the fallen and did nothing but try to heal them one by one... And that hunchback too. At that moment, she felt as clear as day that she did not want to lose this strange holy fool from the forest any more than she wanted to lose her brothers and sisters. After all, she had felt a unity with him during the battle, no more and no less than with the others... She saw that the hunchback resembled her sister in build, if one forgot the deformities but judged by physical capabilities. She saw that his skills were fully consistent as well. Her head refused to understand and admit all this, but her heart had always felt something was amiss...

Later there was the burial, which the Arterian decided to lead herself, firmly resolving that from now and forevermore, she would take upon herself everything that was morally heaviest. And the deceased's belongings, laid out in a row on the cold ground, only confirmed her worst fears.

By general agreement and according to some intuition, Gulveig had then taken for herself a small bottle of an unclear potion that the deceased possessed. Someone had noted anxiously then that it would be better not to drink it without identification, lest it be poison... To which Veggy only thought in response, "Yes, that would be nice." However, later, in Baldur, the potion was identified by Emilia as an elixir of incredible power, a cure for all diseases, congenital defects, and injuries that could not be healed otherwise.

It was strange news... It felt somehow ill-timed. Had Veggy possessed such an elixir back when her teacher was still in Baldur, how would everything have turned out then? Or if they had known about the elixir there, in Ilia, and given it to Rutger on the condition that he cease his mad plans, how would everything have unfolded? The unexpected acquisition of such an artifact gave the girl certain possibilities; now she knew that, if necessary, she could cure her teacher at least of his physical ailments, but given how everything had turned out, how everything had piled up... Given that her teacher now suffered the least from his back and far more from her, Gulveig's, thoughtless actions, it was clear that even the potion of the ancient alchemist Sylphida changed nothing fundamentally, nor did it justify the death of her sister—so terrible, and in such an ugly body, which must have been hateful to her in the final days of her life... No, no gifts of fate could justify that death.

Oh, if only... Mother, please let there be fewer "if onlys" in life...

Gulveig closed her eyes and prayed for the afterlife happiness of her sister. So caustic, yet always dissatisfied, but ready to help her brothers and sisters at any smallest request. Knowing her own value, and a very high value at that. A charismatic and artistic girl who could have had a great career in the theater had life turned out slightly differently. Or become a craftswoman. Perhaps, with Alessia and under her leadership, they could have started their own business and forgotten about any strange Rutgers—they would have clearly divided the duties between them and done their work, whatever it may be, forgetting about surprises, excessive risks, and the necessity of fighting for those who did not share their ideals. In the worst case, they would have fought for those whose ideals they were ready to respect.

Thoughts drifted, and the train rolled on as if nothing were happening. The machine did not know what people it carried or why, did not know the destination or even the stop schedule. It did not know what hidden functions were built into its infrastructure, or how many people it would indirectly help to corrupt, embitter, or kill... The train simply rolled, wherever the rails led it, steered by its engineer. The machine knew only how to turn the commands of the levers into power, and it knew how to do this well, and it did what it knew, without thinking about anything else.

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So, she plays volleyball? I thought she was beating up expedition leaders...

"Too bad" that the eyes aren't red, but at least the ahooge is present.

In the bag, there are torpedoes, if that's what you mean.

When Albert asked Sophia to go to the store to buy groceries.

She has torpedoes where her breasts should be.

When you observe what is happening in the world: