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- Well, they're amusing... like, they're kind of... hmm... little... homunculi? - Futaba raised her hands questioningly and shrugged, unable to come up with a better comparison. - They're well-detailed, so they must be difficult to make. I came up with different ideas when I tried to sell them. About academic success, and how they ward off evil spirits, and all that... But, honestly, I can't imagine who would be willing and able to pay ten for something like that. I, for example, definitely wouldn't. Unless some king happens to be in Alma and wanders in here. I offered Yumiko to lower the price or organize some kind of promotion for them, but she refused. I think she just wants the figurines to be there, and no one actually buys them," Futaba said the last sentence in a low voice, leaning towards E.S., as if Yumiko wouldn't hear, although in the closed room it was clear that this was a symbolic gesture.

— Ha-ha-ha! I’m even sorry you don’t work here anymore; Yumiko has lost a wonderful employee. — The man shows Futabe three figurines. — I’ll give you one to choose from.

Superbia
Improves perception – enemy evasion is halved.
Improves intuition – additional attack for counterattack.


Gula
Improves satiation – +1 to a random stat at the beginning of each week.


Ira
Duelist always works.

—Oh, come on... 😊 —Nira said with a slight blush. —Well, and besides, if a guy likes me anyway, it's not very romantic for girls to make the first move...


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In this world, no one likes Avaritia...

Altino likes it. You can chat with him about it.

– What about waiting for autumn and meeting someone in the park on a bench, surrounded by falling colorful leaves?

“Hmm, well, if it’s with the right person…” Nira swayed her legs, lost in thought about the theatrical scene unfolding before her eyes, and almost fell off the roof. “Oh, haaa. Yes, that would probably be quite romantic…” 😇

I don't even know how to try to reason with her in character, so I'll leave Chloe's rescue to Varya, as she's the best candidate for it.

Considering what Leila heard from the Barbarian about the "Law of Balance," the book was clearly not the best work of their former mentor. The reflections and conclusions were dubious, and the final philosophy was extremely destructive, despite the declared pacifism. It was a kind of oxymoron from the world of philosophical reflections, which made one suspect that Laurence was a follower of Rishi who was just teasing the reader. At least, in Varya's retelling, that's exactly how it looked. But to tear Chloe away from reading, and especially to engage her in a discussion about something that the Ta'mani herself hadn't read, would be strange. So she left the Morian to do her own thing in peace and quiet, and headed to the training complex herself. She needed to get in shape before the upcoming sports competitions, so that at least this time she wouldn't make a fool of herself. It's not a guarantee that it will help if the performance of the rest of her teammates remains at the same level, but it can't be said that she isn't trying. The fruits of her efforts will still remain with her, even if they are not enough to achieve victory.
Heading to Iori's star.

— Yes... Oh! — Recovering, Shera jumped up and almost fell down as well. — I need to run to extra assignments for the underachievers! I completely forgot! Nir, thank you... I even feel a little better now. Let's do something interesting together sometime. Well, I have to go!

Niriana and Shera receive a friendship bonus: +100 to their scholarship.

Why would Leyla waste her time admiring a dragon skeleton when a real, live dragon, sleeping on a mountain of treasure, lives just one floor above?

Gideon fails to slip away and soon finds himself in a familiar cafe - "Claire's," at a table with a bald man.
— Don't be shy, order and tell me everything.

Gideon looked around gloomily, then at the stranger. An original way to invite someone for tea.
— I don't have that much. — Gideon replied, glancing at the price of the dessert. — What is there to tell? How I spent the summer? And who are you?

- It's not necessary at all, - the former maid shook her head. - Although, I think I've seen them somewhere... Hmm...

— You can call me Rhododendron. I’m one of the lackeys of the biggest jerk in this country. I came here on the orders of my brother, Caladium. But the soldiers here are all cold towards me, and they won’t let me meet Villa and my father. That’s the situation, basically! And this, — he gestures towards the menu, — I’m treating. So, tell me, what’s this Futaba all about? Who is she, and what is she famous for? Maybe she’s an up-and-coming model? A singer? Or could she be a notorious priestess of Avaritia?

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After changing into her training clothes, Leila finds Iori standing in the middle of the sports complex. He seems to be deep in thought.

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- It’s not really necessary, - the former maid shook her head. - But I think I’ve seen them somewhere... Hmm...

— Well, you’re being offended. This is a token of my gratitude, not a bribe or anything like that, so please accept it.

Having changed into her training clothes, Leila found Iori standing in the middle of the sports complex. He seemed to be deep in thought.

It was strange to see the complex so empty, with the solitary Iori standing proudly in its center. Apparently, due to the lack of external stimuli, Iori was absorbed in his thoughts. He may have even forgotten why he came here. A familiar situation from personal experience. All that remained was to guess how long he had been in this state. Sometimes an hour or two can pass, and you don't even notice.
— What are you thinking about? — approaching closer and looking the young man up and down, the Ta'mani tried to bring Iori back to reality.

- Oh, no, I was just thinking... - her gaze fell uncertainly on the figures, stopping on the red one. - And this... Or not... Or yes... Isn't this one of the Seven? - Oh, I remember this one too, - once she found the right train of thought, she couldn't help but associate the third miniature with Irka, because of her pose and smile. - Your vision differs from what we have drawn in the textbook, ha-ha... ha... I didn't recognize it right away.
After glancing at the three figures, the president frowned suspiciously, took the first one, and tried to turn it over to look inside, but she stopped halfway through, realizing that this was not quite appropriate behavior.
- Ahem, - she coughed, pretending that nothing had happened. - Yes, you're doing a great job. I understand the visitors who spend ten minutes circling the display case, trying to find all the new viewing angles through the glass. Well... thank you then.
"It will be a spider's friend."

I hope you won't raid me...

— Yes... Oops! — Coming to her senses, Shira jumped up and almost fell down as well. — I need to run to do extra assignments for the underachievers! I completely forgot! Nir, thank you... I even feel a little better somehow. Let's do something interesting together later. Well, I'm off!

—Of course! If you need anything, come by and chat, or I'll come over for tea, he-he! 😉 —Nira waved goodbye to her friend.

Watching Shira run away, the girl quickly pulled up her legs, got up from the muddy ground, brushed off the layer of gray summer dust from her uniform, and reached for her makeup bag. For a person with her life beliefs, she too often got involved in situations more suitable for virtuous Manaists or, who knows, someone else. And what's even more unpleasant, the latter could have been more helpful here than her pseudo-supportive speeches filled with incoherent nonsense.
On the other hand, she and her friends are still too young to seriously indulge in adult, depressing sadness. Maybe Shira, like Cass before her, will switch to another topic and forget about all this dramatic roof-sitting. And if not, well...
Shaking her head, Nir stared thoughtfully at the autumn horizon. The problems of those around her didn't bother her much, but the very fact of their presence was unpleasant. In her environment, everything and everyone must shine, reflecting in her own personal light; otherwise, it simply cannot be. Every dark spot around will also stain her. When everyone in the company is in sorrow and sadness, it's hard to feel cheerful yourself.
And yet, an unpleasant aftertaste remained from the conversation, no matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise. Well, never mind, she'll write an essay now, decorate the academy for the Autumn Festival, and then some other event will distract her. Recalling the discussion about the autumn holiday, Nir felt her heartbeat quicken. A new, inspiring feeling swept through her body for a moment, carrying her mind and consciousness somewhere with it. And why did she suddenly think about this nonsense? But somehow, these thoughts weren't unpleasant at all...
...All this damned roof, you really could accidentally tumble down. She once read a story about a boy who jumped off a hill but didn't die, but broke his spine and lay there like a rotting vegetable for hours.
Shaking her head to regain her composure, the girl folded her makeup, fastened her purse, and resolutely headed back to the academy.