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Raptilion, however, stayed at home, lost in his own thoughts.

What have you decided?

- Look what I found, - Guyon placed a dusty, worn book on the table. - Where did you get that? - Beata asked suspiciously. - I don't know... It just appeared between the shelves, I guess. I think literature like this is banned. - What kind of literature? - Read the title. - "Memoirs of Cadets of the Reimean Military Academy, or..." - Beata frowned, - "The Rise of Rinze Reim"?! She recoiled from the book as if it were a poisonous toad. - Guyosh, what the hell?! Put it back in that dark corner where you found it! - If you don't want to, don't. I'll read it myself. It will be interesting to learn more about a potential enemy. - When will you read it? - Before bed... Or during dinner. - Will you sleep here too? - I'll take it with me. No one has missed it for so long, and they won't miss it now. We'll just put it back later. *** In the evening, Guyon, as he had threatened, began reading the book. Beata pretended to sniff and grimace, but eventually, curiosity got the better of her, and she joined him. For the next few evenings, they spent their time studying the adventures of the academy students, observing their adventures, ups, and downs, while also watching Rinze's rise to power and the establishment of her dictatorship. After finishing the book, Guyon, as he intended, put the worn book back somewhere between the shelves, so that it would not be found for as long as possible. *** - Well... The Radiant Empress, what a bitch. Utopia, what the hell. Where, with all the choices, you either bow at her feet and march in formation, singing songs, or you get shot in the back of the head, and your head explodes like an overripe watermelon. Just like in Tais, only on a planetary scale. A nightmare. - Yeah... I'm probably glad I didn't end up in Tais. - Well, it was nice there. But creepy. Everything is too refined and beautiful. And the death camp on the outskirts is the price of this beauty. - Yeah... Totalitarianism rarely ends well. And which of the heroes did you like the most? - Me? Well... They're all good. But I was impressed by Parfinora's decision at the end. That she ran away from the empire and led a mercenary squad. I hope she gave the Rinzeites a good beating! Oh, I wish she was in Tais, that would be great! - Yeah. I also liked how Linnea decided to give up the path of an idol. And her terrible visions, ugh. - Yeah, it was really creepy. I thought it was serious... - Beata shuddered. - Complete immersion, I was very worried about her too. But it was hard not to worry. And about Lattro, who covered his comrades who were ambushed and almost died. And about Moriner, who was almost shot during a breakthrough, and they barely saved him. And about Xenomia, when she and her friend were attacked by bandits while walking... - Yes. And I was also worried about Lattro and his senpai's relationship more than about my own, - Beata giggled, but then became thoughtful. - And Ikigai, it seems, is a bit strange... Murder, terrorism? Hmm, does Kalina know? - Maybe she does, maybe she doesn't, - Guyon shrugged, - in any case, here he can evolve into another, better, and more noble branch. - Let's hope so... And did you also want to hit Rinze hard when she ordered them to kiss her shoes? - Me... - Guyon flinched at the flashbacks. - I don't think I could have kept my composure in that situation. Especially now that the only thing holding me back is my own willpower. - Yeah... Sorry I brought up the topic. - No, it's okay. At least now I fully share your feelings towards her. Beata thought for a moment. - Guyosh, do you think an idol outfit would suit me? - she smirked. - Uh, what? - Bea-chan wishes you well! I love the whole world! Tuturu! - Beata said in a deliberately squeaky voice, desperately making faces, and put her hands in a heart shape. Guyon put his hand to his face. - You're lucky no one is watching us, or you would have to confess. Beata burst out laughing. - Yeah, I would look really stupid in that outfit. And now imagine Erefir in an idol costume... Or Alaria... Or Kalina... Guyon collapsed in laughter.

Vaschet Kalina spent 90% of the game walking around in an idol costume...

Lol, you're right, by the way.

Could you later show Alarie the book so that she would be shocked to learn about Reima's sad fate?

I used to think about what Sieverfail would do when he found out that Rinze had won. On the one hand, he was convinced that his world was doomed to be devoured by demons. So, in that context, Rinze wasn't such a bad option. But no one likes totalitarianism...

compared to this, Rinze wasn't such a bad option after all

And no portraits are needed. 😎

Now imagine them in an Erathia idol costume.

/ Nothing would change; even the clanging of metal wouldn't disappear. /

By Rinze's will, the armor of Erephir would turn into an idol's dress. Technically, if Rinze weren't now powerless, she could certainly create something similar. After all, Erephir's armor is indestructible, but transformations are not what we're talking about.

I. Torvik the Founder
The founder of Margel was born on the island of Granhyldr (now South Island, Zimia) to a family of a respected seafarer among his peers. No images of Torvik have survived, but he is described in chronicles as a tall man with a very developed musculature, ashen hair, and emerald-gold eyes. Some historical records even state that he could wield a two-handed sword with one hand.

Like other people in his profession, Torvik, as a seafarer, had to participate in raids on merchant ships and settlements in warmer and more prosperous lands. Having gained experience, prestige, and the necessary resources, he became the captain of his own ship and preferred not to kill unnecessarily. He ordered those who did not resist to be released and left them with the minimum amount of food necessary. At first, this principled approach seemed strange to his comrades, but over time, thanks to his charisma and competent leadership, it became contagious – the sailors began to enjoy feeling like not pirates, but noble sea rovers protecting the well-being of their families. Over the years, the number of ships under Torvik's command steadily grew, and he decided to try to change the paradigm of his people's existence forever.

Under Torvik's leadership, men, women, and even children, taking on the role of travelers and settlers, set out for the then-uninhabited territories of the south, whose warm climate and black soil promised them a completely different life from their native island. Thus, Margel was founded.

Their new life, however, turned out to be not so simple – to avoid invasion from the neighboring kingdom of Sidgemort, they had to become its vassals and regularly pay a very large part of their harvest as tribute. Torvik and his people were not satisfied with such a relationship, so a decade later, having gained trust with his love of freedom and charisma, he incited the peasants of Sidgemort, oppressed by the aristocracy, to an armed rebellion. After the end of the civil war, Torvik became the new king, and the state was named Margel, after the name of the new capital.

Most historians, both imperial and foreign, give Torvik the Founder an exclusively positive assessment, and in the records of his contemporaries, he is described as a virtuous man and a just ruler.

Effect on choice: +5 Strength or +5 Endurance.

Ah, it’s a pity you can’t eat a book and wash it down with tea. I’m gaining strength.

What are you up to?

What are you doing on Monday at WORK?

With training, +0.5 strength.

Learning about Torvik's history doesn't make Alaria regret having to part with Granhildr, her faithful weapon. It turns out that this weapon wasn't just good on its own, but it also once belonged to a very worthy and talented person. One could only console oneself with the fact that at least now the legendary weapon was safe and hanging on the wall in the estate... what was that Zimivian woman's name? Durushka? Yes, something like that. It's certainly better than if the sword had been buried under a thick layer of sand or sunk in the depths of the sea if she had decided to travel again. Perhaps it will even end up in a museum someday, if fate is kind.

Assuming that the chronicles of Torvik's life didn't mention any events that would tarnish the ruler's image, the man couldn't help but evoke respect in the former inquisitor. He was a straightforward, strong-willed, and noble man – more than a worthy example to follow, with the caveat of his original profession. There was even a feeling that the very description of the Founder's adventures filled the girl with strength and made her muscles stronger. After all, initially, few people saw this man as anything more than just another pirate, albeit one with extraordinary strength.