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What Stefania heard did not inspire her. Rather, the opposite — the girl merely winced:
— I'm afraid I can't share your craving for lava rivers. Zephyr and I prefer the open sky. But your optimistic attitude is also welcome!
- What a brave one, Zeph. - Glow patted the little creature on the head. - You must be having a harder time adapting than all of us combined. Lana, there will be another chance to chat.
Next on the list is the Knight of the Wild Flowers. Sylvatica Surfiniya met the Knight of the Wind with a sorrowful look, but it was not at all due to the dire situation at hand, but rather a common occurrence for this person. This young woman was one of those who perceived others' pain as her own, and suffered greatly because of it in life. If another person, upon hearing a tragic life story, would reply "I see, sorry that happened," she would walk around, think, and worry about it. Therefore, now that the moods around were far from optimistic, she too was in a dejected state of mind.
— Sometimes it seems to me that Zephyr is stronger than me in everything, — nodded Stefania. — At least he doesn't complain about the surroundings.
Having finished talking with Glow, Stefania went to meet the Knight of the Wild Flowers. Unlike the previous two knights, she did not look optimistic.
— Hello, Sylvatica. How are you feeling? How's the atmosphere?
- Hello, Stefania. Me?.. I'm fine. And you? I feel our feet should not have stepped into this world. I sense that it is not just unwelcoming to us, but mocks our futile audacity...
— The only one mocking our "futile audacity" is that one-eyed traitor. If this world were hot or cold about our presence, we would have either all returned home or simply died in the explosion. But overall, I understand what you mean; it's terrifying to imagine what secrets lie hidden in these lands. It's the thought of what unimaginable creatures we might encounter here that makes me uneasy.
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