Posts from Sakuramoria Auto-translated

- From the north. One thousand.

✦ +2% to experience gained for each point of Will [500].

Additive or multiplicative?

— Before the face of Abelia, all is one.

- Well, I definitely won't be studying this kind of garbage.

— Those with less clothing.
Because of the mask on his face and the voice devoid of visible emotions, it was difficult to tell if Elliot was trying to joke or if he was serious.

- Well, that's a given, but there's probably some kind of type, and even if none of the local girls match it, there's always another way to go, - Vale lowered his voice slightly. - If you let your imagination run wild and try to create the perfect image by choosing the most appealing part from different girls. Eyes from this one, lips from another, hair from a third, and so on. Have you ever tried to create such a portrait?

Lord, what a strong creep Waelis is.

- From the north. A thousand.

— A katana for 900, 100 for logistics, from the north. Good! By the way, I have an interesting book with tasks here, help me fill in one of the points while we have some time.

He sits down next to Futaba, lifts his skirt if necessary, and looks at what color her underwear is.

Additively or multiplicatively?

It adds up intelligently.

Virgin Waylis: collects images in his fantasies
Chad from "Tree of Life": literally assembles his ideal by sewing body parts together

- I definitely won't be studying this garbage.

- Well, that's obvious, but there's probably some kind of ideal type, and even if none of the local girls match it, there's always another way, - Vail lowered his voice slightly. - If you let your imagination run wild and try to create the perfect image by choosing the most appealing feature from different girls. Eyes from one, lips from another, hair from a third, and so on. Have you ever tried to create such a portrait?

— I've heard about necromancy, but I've never been interested in anything like that, — Toad shrugged and, thinking about something else, blushed slightly, — for now, I like Ladia the most...

Futaba places her palm on her thigh and pulls out the sharpener halfway from behind her stocking.

“Sherochka, at least leave a few admirers for the rest of us…” Nira commented, lazily propping her cheek with her hand, looking at her glowing friend. She herself hadn’t yet decided which of the goddesses she would favor, even after the lectures from last month, but after the failures of the past few weeks, she was increasingly fascinated by her disappointment with the current state of affairs at the academy. And yet, it had all started so well! Excellent exam results, a decent scholarship, a magnificent introductory speech, mountains of attention and popularity. But then, this idiotic, manic sorceress simply had to distract everyone with her crazy antics, and what was the result? A month missed, ruined plans for parties and outings, failed exams, tournaments, and competitions. Not to mention these useless newcomers with the horned idiot at their head, who have drawn all the attention (albeit negative) to themselves. How can she regain her rightful pedestal when there isn’t a single subject in which she is better than the rest of the biomass? Ah, damn Levizia, it’s dragging her back into the swamp of rivalry again. Alright, alright. Hate Aliduma. Join Sherochka’s fan club. Chase after Princess Claudia. These are all trivial matters. Our world is ruled by completely different things. Carefully noting all the information she had gathered about Avaritia in her notebook, Nira repeats and analyzes all the key details of her teachings in her mind every evening until the new month begins (and OS).

Futaba places her palm on her thigh and pulls the sharpener halfway out from behind her stocking.

— I see, — she nods approvingly to herself, having obtained the information she needed, and gets up, — alright, come tomorrow, I'll have everything prepared by then.
So, what color? I need it for the recording...

— I've heard of necromancy, but I've never been interested in anything like that, — Toad shrugged and, thinking about something else, blushed slightly, — for now, I like Ladia the most...

— What? What necromancy? You might as well mention Professor Quazinsteyn and his monster... Although, wait, I think I got it wrong. Quazinsteyn is a merchant. He lived on our street, he also had his own little shop, and he often cheated customers until one day he decided to try his favorite trick on Nico Scarmore... — the guy was lost in childhood memories for a moment, but quickly snapped out of it. — And what was the name of the guy from the book? Hmm. Oh, never mind. But the point is, I'm talking about something completely different. It's like all sorts of artists and others who are inspired by muses, which they either invent themselves or find in someone, and then they start painting pictures or writing poems, music... — at some point, the guy realizes that he's wasting his time and decides to drop the topic, switching to something else. — So, Ladia... A little unexpected, considering our poster. But it's understandable, heh-heh. Besides, nothing prevents you from loving different girls, because it's like choosing one candy from a dozen others. What if you like not one, but several? It's complicated, and sometimes impossible. I think Elliot understands this better than anyone. By the way, — Vale turned to his masked neighbor. — Why do you need binoculars? Are you watching birds, or are you trying to see something more interesting through them? — the young man said the last words with the intonation of someone who suspects the true purpose of the accessory and is curious about it.

all the information collected about Avaritia

but that's what I wanted...

Those misfortunes that one after another befell their academy initially seemed like a coincidence or an oversight. However, the more time passed, the more Varja became convinced (and continued to be convinced) that most of the teachers had no idea what to do and how to ensure a safe and relatively decent life for the students. Perhaps, against this background, Sir Duncan's inability to exorcise a demon that was humiliating a student no longer seemed like something new or unexpected. But yelling at those who lost duels for reasons that were unclear – that's when he really "shined."
The murder of students, hypnosis, a demon, more hypnosis... The world, which consisted of clearly understandable rules, such as "these are the good guys, don't touch them; this one is older and more important than you, listen to him; and these are the bad guys, shoot them in the eye, and don't even think about feeling sorry"… This world was completely and irrevocably destroyed. The world in which others thought for Varja, and she simply had to agree and do things, and she could be sure that the result would be good... That world was gone.
The refitter's head was aching again. Lately, this had been happening more and more often. So little help from anyone around, but so many problems... In the monastery, Father Vasily carefully looked after both the little ones and those who were already eighteen or older, not leaving anyone to their own devices, but here, at sixteen, one would go gray.

Varja fondly remembered their lessons.
“Now, who can show me,” said the vicar, standing by a poster with a huge hippopotamus-like horned creature with protruding spikes. “Where is the demon’s weak spot? Barbarian?”
“Um…,” the girl took a pointer and hesitantly pointed it towards a growth on the side of the monster. “Here…”
“Nooooo…”
“You don’t have to shoot!”
“Ahem.”
“It’s like… just a spike. It doesn’t do anything. And here…” she points to a huge eye on the monster’s belly.
“No…”
“You don’t have to shoot there either! It’s… not real. But there’s a lot of fat and skin there… thick…”
“Okay. You better tell me where to shoot!”
Varja thought for a moment.
“Here,” she pointed to a fold on the head, covered with thick fur. “His real eyes are hidden here.”
“Why are you so unsure? But in general, yes, I’m surprised that you finally learned it. See?” she said to the whole class. “These creatures are deceivers in everything, both inside and out! You have to see through them! Okay, now your assignment is…”

To see through… No problem, Your Most Reverend, but what to do next? This society lives according to its own, incomprehensible, and strange laws. Following them is stupid. Not following them is impossible, or you’ll have to pack your bags. The local stronghold of the church, in the person of Michaella, frankly speaking, was not improving the situation, and in fact, Michaella herself needed supervision. Yes, she was kind and good, and they were on her side, but… Unfortunately, the naive Michaella, little Michaella, who constantly got into trouble, was not a good example to follow. However, no one in the academy, for various reasons, was a good example.

While studying with the orion in the library, talking to her about countries and religions, Varja usually tended to agree with everything. But deep down, the refitter had been worried about one question for a long time – who was she really? Was she still a believer, or not? Michaella, on the other hand, had no doubts about the will of the Creator, she prayed often, and kissing boys was a forbidden topic for her, and her swimsuit… had sleeves and leggings, Varja didn’t even know that such swimsuits existed. The refitter was simpler, and she wanted everything to be simple.

She was tired of living according to strict rules that were of no use (and rather harmful, if you look at the suffering and humiliation of Michaella). Breaking the rules, looking for loopholes – that wasn’t right either, it was an occupation for those who were not confident in themselves. To live peacefully in such a dangerous environment and situation, to succeed and not let someone like Alidum win, to be sure of tomorrow…

She had to be above the rules. Like Risha. Risha, who opposed the Three, although, frankly speaking, she didn’t even try very hard. She divided the world, but as if not for the sake of division, but simply because she was creating all sorts of things, and that’s how it turned out. Risha, who tests everyone with her vile creations – is it really just for fun, or does she secretly want to see other creations unite in a common effort against bloodthirsty creatures, becoming stronger in the process? Risha is not very demanding of her followers, she gives strength to both bad and good people… as if she doesn’t see the difference. Those who oppose her creations will receive as much strength as those who want evil in the world – out of despair, envy, or any other feelings.

So why not take advantage of that? No one in their right mind would reject a weapon just because the enemy has the same one. If it’s strong enough, then you have to use it, and not give the opponent an unfair advantage. If Risha is okay with this line of reasoning (and, judging by the literature, that was the case), then…

Varja closes her eyes… What do you need to say in such cases? Oh, right, repeat it three times.
“Risha is the best, Risha is the best, Risha is the best!”

(Gets Risha + skill for OS for 850 experience + reads the magazine that Oleg gave her)

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