Heroist
Alsira finds the mistress in the company of Lord Berserius Secretgarden — the figure of the ruler of the southern region towered over the olive queen, yet no negativity could be felt between them.
- ... So rest assured that Albus will not leave Olivus in trouble.
- I thank you, Lord Berserius. But let us hope that the future will not justify such warnings, and that the flame of grief will pass our kingdom by.
- Is that not the Knight of the Moon Shadow? - The two lords notice Alsira's arrival. - Greetings, my lady Alsira. Are you perchance in search of a suitor? - With a chuckle, he turned his gaze to the crowd of knights preparing for the melee. - I believe finding a worthy candidate, or several, would be well within my power.
Is it delight of the spirit in anticipation of a setup, or the need of a hand in a dire hour?..
— I thank you for your boundless generosity, Your Grace. — Alsira greeted the wolf lord with a practiced pirouette, not forgetting to bow once more to the lady herself. — Truly, the titles of Albus's valiant men resound throughout the halls of Calamention here and there. Allow me, however, to let the naive thoughts of a fickle lady dream a little longer of the romanticism of a mysterious encounter, and to earn my name through deeds worthy of the brave knights of the party, before youth's beauty fades and strength withers in heart and body.