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It was hard to say exactly what was going on in the knight's mind, although Alaria had some ideas. When you are denied access to a city that is so dear to you, when you know you will never see your family and loved ones again, when you can no longer enjoy the soul-warming food... perhaps, in order not to lose what little sanity he had left, Klin focused entirely on his mission. What next? Whatever happens, happens. One could hope that the princess would somehow find a way to create a new body for him, into which she would transfer this wounded soul... but what were the chances? Most likely, he would be sent somewhere far, far away, where his appearance would not cause problems. To exterminate distant monsters. To search for relics of antiquity in deserted wastelands. And all until one day he falls in battle. A rather grim prospect. But once, the Tanarian hoped that the three of them, together with Kenshiro, would return to Margel. She would treat the knight to a meal. Maybe she would even see other aspects of his personality, besides his boundless devotion to Her Majesty. Now, these hopes seemed even more naive than before.
"Thank you," the girl carefully took the necklace and handed it to Victor, their "liaison" with Marduk. "I would decide on further plans after receiving the coordinates."