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We can just split into pairs...

It's clear now, you were simply bribed by Erathia.

Aiyano narrowed her eyes suspiciously and reached for the gohei, but hesitated, then changed her mind. "Alright, little box. Live for now, but don't cause trouble," she said, turning her gaze to Sonata. "If you hear any suspicious creaks or knocks in the middle of the night, or if you suddenly start experiencing strange problems, or things start disappearing, it's probably just minor rems causing mischief," or if you feel some kind of heaviness in your soul, let me know. We'll figure it out. You can come by tomorrow evening, for example. I'll be running around the city for the first part of the day, but I'll stop by later. You haven't been there yet, have you?

"Yes, if anything like that happens, I'll definitely let you know. Just make sure you get some rest, okay? It's very important for the health of not only your body but also your spirit. I did visit Kamimori, but you weren't there that time, so let's do it again tomorrow evening, since you'll definitely be there."

Guyon needs something that grants buffs for taking damage.

For example, +2000 experience for each instance of damage taken. He would become the most leveled-up character in terms of experience.

Arcanum had an origin option where the character gained more experience and had a high chance of a critical failure. Ghyon has something similar.

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For example, +2000 experience for each injury.

1. Buy an Omamori against injuries.
2. Spar with Beata.
3. Resurrect with a baguette.

And repeat until victory.

"Oh, I don't get injured that often!" Guyon protested, then counted, calculated, and realized that he still held the record for injuries in the team: Carneol - Garret, Merel, and Kelian received two injuries each, Erefir, Ayko, and Mellen received one each, and he, after all, received a total of three.

- Yes, I also felt that her demeanor reveals a warrior of great caliber, although I can't compare her to nobles due to my lack of experience interacting with them. And where are you from, Erefir? Does that mean a class system exists?

-- That's a complicated question. In the place where I was born and spent my childhood, yes, but a significant part of my life was spent in a place where it doesn't. But, of course, you, master, won't fail to notice that the concept is generally familiar, that's why I have a double name... It doesn't really have much meaning, if circumstances force you to leave your home at a young age without a penny to your name and fight for your life on your own, but it sounds nice. -- Nevertheless, can we say that there are no echoes of highborn society in our country? There are individual privileged families, usually at the head of regions, and of course, the emperor. Ironically, I think that interacting with the Suzerain, more than my entire past, made me understand this better in practice. The correct way to hold a teacup, which utensil to use for what food – you know, that's just the tip of the iceberg, and not a very important one at that. -- How are things going, master? How are the projects progressing? I don't think I was able to discuss anything properly with you on Wednesday, I apologize for that...

+6000 experience, yay!

We buy a winter flag, hang it in the hall, and throw a Carnelian-themed orgy.

Alaria: engages in volunteer work.
Beata: Let's have an orgy instead!

I'm starting to understand why she's a sinner...

- Agreed.

After greeting the shopkeeper, the couple approached to take a closer look at the new items. They liked the flags that were already hanging in their home, and they didn't have money for new ones anyway, but they wanted to admire the creations they had contributed to. "Our flags look great," Beata said, tilting her head to the side. "They're even more beautiful than in the sketches." "Yes... They would make a good gift for someone, for example. A great decoration for the home." "I even have a few ideas... Eugene and Bron are Northerners, right?" "Beata 😩" "Just kidding. This flag wouldn't hurt us. Or..." She walked over to the flag with the cat and reached out, but didn't touch it. "It's for sale, after all." Guyon fell silent, absentmindedly fiddling with Mysterius's collar, which was still fastened to his wrist. After a few long seconds, Beata turned to him. She was smiling, but there were tears in her eyes. "I'm glad I came up with this idea. Now our Mysterius has found eternal life. We should have come up with something for Belik too... Kilik would have appreciated it, I think." "She definitely would have." Beata walked away again and admired the flags. "I can't believe it. We're not artists, but we managed to create something so beautiful." "You don't have to be good at drawing to come up with a good design. It works a little differently," Guyon smiled. "Well... Yes, I guess so. You can technically draw well, but without soul. Or you can draw poorly, but with taste and imagination." "That's what I mean. Well, here the sketches were also processed properly so that the pattern would look good on the fabric. And then professionals definitely did their best," Guyon nodded towards Alexandra, "and fixed all our imperfections." "It turned out to be a great team effort!" Beata concluded, giving the shop owner a thumbs up 👍. "If you need new designs, feel free to contact us," Guyon said with a friendly smile.

- Well, in Margel, there aren't really many places to find it. I was a little surprised not to see similar items in any of the menus, - Alaria suppressed a surge of self-satisfaction, - and the drink itself is made from lingonberries. It's a very healthy berry, at least as far as I know. So I decided that something like that would be very useful for the sick, who really need strength to recover right now. And the drink itself is delicious, what can you do!

- Well, someone must have thought to stock up on lingonberries for the hospital, so they probably had a similar idea? I think the patients will be happy. By the way, I won't make them wait any longer than necessary. - Having finished loading the hospital cart, the nurse wheeled it towards the exit from the kitchen. - Thank you for your work!

- That's a complicated question. The place where I was born and spent my childhood - yes, but a significant part of my life was spent in a place where that wasn't the case. But, of course, you, master, will notice that the concept is generally familiar, and that's why I have a double name... It doesn't really have much meaning, if circumstances force you to leave your home at a young age without a penny to your name and fight for your life on your own, but it sounds nice.

- There might be some meaning to it. After all, regardless of the circumstances, such an origin probably left its mark on your character and worldview, even if you yourself may not be fully aware of it.

- Nevertheless, can we say that there are no echoes of high nobility in our country? There are individual privileged families, usually at the head of regions, and of course, the emperor. Ironically, I think that communicating with the Suzerain, more than anything in my past, made me better understand this in practice. Knowing how to hold a teacup properly, which utensil to use for what food - that's just the tip of the iceberg, and not a very important one at that.

- You're right, but as the regulars of the guild of philosophers would say, it's different. - The Master smiled. - The imperial family serves as the backbone of our state, without which it would surely fall before an external or internal enemy, or become terribly perverted, so the subjects receive no less from this symbiosis than the monarch and his blood relatives. A similar situation can be observed in certain regions, such as Lauria and Luensia.

- How are things going, Master? How are the projects progressing? I don't think I was able to discuss anything properly with you on Wednesday, I'm sorry...

- Well, that lady, Felicia Lungworth, was interested in your idea - mechanical swords, and she placed a rather large order. I think we'll finish your "Cat" soon too.

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- Agreed.

-> new day


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- And I mean the same. Well, here the sketches were also processed properly so that the pattern would look good on the fabric. And then, I'm sure, the professionals did their best, - Guyon nodded towards Alexandra, - and fixed all our imperfections.
- It turned out to be great teamwork! - Beata concluded, showing the store owner a thumbs up 👍
- If you need new designs, feel free to contact us again, - Guyon smiled kindly.

- You know, the new products were very popular with customers, so I'm always open to new ideas, although I can't reward the work as generously as last time.

- Well, someone must have thought to stock up on lingonberries for the hospital, so they probably had a similar idea? I think the patients will be happy. By the way, I won't make them wait any longer than necessary. - Having finished loading the hospital cart, the nurse wheeled it towards the kitchen exit. - Thank you for your hard work!

— He-he, you're right. It would have been awkward, — the tanar said with a knowing smile, — and thank you for your work, as well as for the pleasant conversation.

I'm not sure if I need to go anywhere or wait for something, so I'll just stay here for now.

- There might be some truth to that. Regardless of the circumstances, such an origin undoubtedly left its mark on your character and worldview, even if you are not fully aware of it.

-- Yes, a very significant mark. Even if we don't take into account the inherited family hyperactivity, I often choose my activities based on the ideas instilled in me, which say that every person, even of a warrior class, should develop in many different directions.

- You are right, but as the regulars of the philosophers' guild would say, it's a different story. - The Master smiled. - The Imperial family serves as the backbone of our state, without which it would surely fall before an external or internal enemy, or become terribly distorted, so the subjects receive no less from this kind of symbiosis than the monarch and his blood relatives. A similar situation can be observed in certain regions such as Lauria and Luensia.

-- Centralized, inherited power certainly has a beneficial effect; it is more difficult for all sorts of scoundrels to get into such a system. Of course, things happen, but I was surprised to learn from historical books how lucky Welfern and Margel were with their monarchs - they are people you can really use as a moral compass. About 70 percent of them are easy to follow, and that is extremely high. I find it very difficult to understand what Torvik the Founder was made of, that not only he himself, but also generations of his descendants maintained an extremely high standard of dignity, while being under constant pressure from people's expectations. And these expectations were certainly constantly inflated, including because the people were used to good things.

"... Someday, many good things will be written about His Majesty Purian, but I hope that will not happen for a long time yet."

- Well, that lady, Felicia Lungworth, was interested in your idea - the mechanical swords, and she placed a rather large order. I think we will finish your "Cat" soon too.

-- Oh, that's flattering! And great! So, I need to help with the assembly, refinement, well, nothing, now the universe has given me a little more time, so I can spend more honest eight hours, if there are no business trips) Of course... There are still many questions about the lady, is she preparing for war, but where is she from? Or maybe she has figured out some secret? In fact, the chainsaw design is very well suited for cutting wood; a friend suggested that this might be the case, and tests on logs confirmed it. The teeth sequentially and automatically tear out the fibers, and thus the sword turns out to be much more effective and easier to use than standard saws) Very good for lumberjacks.

-- Mmm, maybe you already realized this without me, Master, it just so happens that my head usually thinks about battle, -- an awkward smile.

- I guess I didn't really pay attention to your work experience in this context, you're probably right... Hmm, and wouldn't you like to take a walk with me to the port? I suddenly felt like breathing in the familiar air, but I'm a little afraid to do it alone.

"And if I'm wrong, that's very, very sad."
- Let's go. Familiar places should have a good effect on the spirit.

- You know, the new items were very popular with customers, so I'm always open to new ideas, although I can't promise to reward your efforts as generously as last time.

- Really? They... They actually liked them?! 😳
For a moment, it seemed like the tall, battle-hardened woman had transformed into a small, awkward girl in a faded, patched-up leotard, with some of the sequins already falling off. At least, the sudden expression of naive delight, embarrassment, and happiness would have been more fitting for such a girl.

Beata didn't particularly enjoy working in the circus. She was tolerated mostly out of pity, constantly criticized, considered a burden, and scolded for being lazy. Thanks to her natural agility and strength, she became a very gifted acrobat, but the ringmaster was not interested in her talent or the artistry with which she performed – he cared more about her bringing in more money than she consumed. Several other acrobats who trained her turned out to be rather mediocre mentors – as long as she didn't break her neck, and she managed to do something, and it was good enough, just do it like me, and figure it out yourself if something doesn't work. Fortunately, a magician who stayed with them for about a year taught her to read and write before leaving the circus without much regret. The troupe frankly didn't care about Beata; they had enough problems without her. There were no other children in the circus, and they never stayed anywhere for long, so Beata had no friends among adults or peers.
This could not help but affect her character.
She was not given attention – and she began to demand it with her wild antics.
She was criticized for her lack of money – and she began to get money herself.
She lacked love – and she discovered the world of adult entertainment too early.
All of this did not help at all, but only exacerbated the situation, turning a lonely, wild girl into a juvenile delinquent and criminal, leaving her with fewer and fewer chances that one day she would receive enough attention and love and find peace in her soul.
But still, there were moments when this didn't seem impossible. And these moments happened when she was performing under the circus dome.
Beata loved to improvise, adding new tricks and stunts to her performances. The other circus performers scolded her for this, again accusing her of having a bad character and being willful, but she still couldn't resist this habit; each time, she promised to do the act as rehearsed, and each time she added a couple of new sequences or some elements from another performance, and stayed in the arena for a few minutes longer than she should.
The management regularly gave her a dressing down.
But...
But the audience liked her performances. They generously rewarded her with applause and sometimes asked her to perform an encore.
Beata remembers how, after her first real solo performance, when her age was a single-digit number, she cried for a long time, unable to believe that the applause was directed at her alone, that she had done something good for so many people and they were now praising her. That evening, even the scolding from the circus owner didn't upset her much.
However, over the years, they managed to wear her down.
Unlike the audience, her colleagues never praised her, only pointing out flaws, meeting improvisations with coldness, and dismissing suggestions for new acts – as if she knew anything, you little fool. Her creative nature hit a wall of indifference, and after a while, she didn't care either. Even the applause no longer gave her the same joy as in childhood – because if her acquaintances didn't care about her, then strangers were definitely just applauding out of politeness.
Therefore, when she was finally kicked out for all her antics, she wasn't particularly upset and didn't particularly want to continue her career as a circus performer or try her hand at some other kind of creativity. If everyone doesn't care, why should she care?

But it turned out that they did care. It turned out that the creator in Beata had not died, but was only sleeping, and now it was slowly beginning to awaken in a new form. That she was capable not only of destroying but also of creating something beautiful. That not everything was lost for her.
In addition, half of the designs belonged to Guion, for whom a creative streak was also not alien. Guion, who was able to prove himself, including thanks to her support. Who, like her, had never been good enough for those around him, who had been suppressed and told that he was good for nothing for most of his life, and not allowed to show himself in all his glory. After all, if it weren't for her, he might not even be alive now, if you remember how he was treated in Lower Lunaria.
- It's... So nice to hear! - she beamed, returning from the heavens to earth. - So, we're in? We are, right? - she looked questioningly at her companion.
- We are, we are. It's not just you who has a head full of brilliant ideas, you know, - he smiled.
- Great! - Beata clapped her hands. - And the fact that the reward won't be as generous is not a big deal. After all, it's more like a nice bonus for the opportunity to express ourselves and make our world a little more beautiful.
- Yes, the priorities are a little different now, - Guion agreed. - But we're glad you're open to new ideas. We'll try not to disappoint!

The couple says goodbye and goes home to draw flags and fill out tests, as well as listen to music on a hurdy-gurdy and fight a week-long lack of sleep, which I will probably lose, so it's not a fact that I'll be able to do everything today.

P.S. I barely cried over the paragraphs about Guion, now I'm crying over the paragraphs about Beata