☀️ Arselia and Akonia

- Even for hatred and contempt, hmm? - Ayano drawled. - But I doubt you're the type who enjoys being smacked on the head with a wooden slipper, right, Edge Lord-kun? Because I've been offered something similar before, and it would have made things much easier... - Sighing, she pondered for a moment, then finally reached into her bag and pulled out a platinum card from Calvada. - This is my relic; it's quite old. Don't be fooled by its ordinary appearance - you won't find another like it in this world. It's not worth a penny, but it has great sentimental value. It has seen more undead and demons than you can imagine in your wildest fantasies, and it has absorbed the hopes and sorrows of many people - their names are etched into the metal. There are nine of them. There could have been ten, but I can only wish that the tenth rots in the Abyss for all eternity, - the blind miko's gaze was fixed on the distance; her thoughts were elsewhere. - I should have thrown it away long ago; I can hardly forget those events... I suppose I wanted to keep some proof. As you can see, I haven't even wiped the blood off it. Almost all of it is mine, but not entirely. To be honest, at that time, I probably despised them all and immortalized their names more as a mockery or a reminder of their weakness, but over time, their flaws faded from my memory, and only sadness remained.
Her gaze returned to her interlocutor.
- One relic, overflowing with hope and sorrow, in exchange for another - I would say that's poetic. I don't need it anymore; I won't forget their names. But when something happens to me, and my body and inventory turn to ash, at least this memory won't die with me. I think that would be fair.