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"Nelia Vesta... A sullen and tedious child, who loved order in all affairs and in all things, and had no knack for having fun. Even in a good-natured village devoid of intricate etiquette, she could find no friends, for her withdrawn and cautious nature left no room for openness with others. Her only salvation from loneliness was the "lord" of the village — her mentor Galmeus Draxlaüs, who throughout her life had been her personal hero — not because of the great strength of his arms, but because he served as a source of light in her melancholic world. When she turned eighteen, her hero, to her own surprise, bestowed upon her the title of Knight.
- But Elder... why Knight of Joy? Even I know that I am so grim and unwelcoming...
- Heh, that's because you are my Joy. — Galmeus replied, ruffling the newly-minted knight's head.
- Elder... — In response, Nelia Vesta could only burst into tears."
The knight was roused from warm memories of that happy day by the appearance of a butterfly-bee, at which she nearly reflexively swung her hefty axe.
- My Lord Lester... My apologies, I did not notice your approach.
- Indeed, a Knight of Dawnsteel is much like a chameleon lurking in the branches of a tree, which only luck can help you spot, — the village lord accepts the recommendation and spends some time acquainting himself with the capital's cuisine, — mm, how delightful! My Lord Lester, looking at these dishes, I can now clearly see the source of your aesthetic figure and wide smile!