Wandering through Margele, as well as familiarizing herself with historical and cultural literature, only seemed to confirm Klin's words rather than refute them. No, there was, of course, a small chance that someone had built a small town in a godforsaken place, her hometown, where everyone spoke Reimian and there was no mention of Enclessia, let alone Erinium or the Reim dynasty, but the chance of that was infinitesimally small. And frankly, the story about a parallel world sounded more plausible than all of this! This meant that Alaria was indeed here as a cosmic nomad, in a completely foreign but at the same time so similar world to her own. And if other undead like her ended up in this world, then... perhaps Elrina's disappearance from Alfard Asparagus's mansion was also caused by a similar ritual? Of course, even if that was indeed the case, Elrina could have ended up on the other side of the world. In any case, such a hypothetical possibility was not particularly relevant at the moment. However sad it was to admit, Alaria did not have the time or opportunity to chase after ghosts that might or might not be in this world. The upcoming work, of a voluntary-compulsory nature, was a much more pressing matter.
On Monday morning, Aria gathered Kenshiro, Klin, Garret (?), and Alaria in one of the villa's halls.
— Kenshiro, Klin. Prepare for a long voyage south. Garret, Alaria—it's up to you whether you will work for Her Highness or not. If so, go with Kenshiro and Klin, or head to Carnel. That's all for now, await further instructions.
— It would only be right for me to repay good with good. South it is, then," said the warrior, following the Kriader. At the same time, she thought that she should ask him, "What does your south actually consist of?" If this world was like her own, then it clearly wouldn't be anything good.