☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Having finished applying the emerald paste and regaining her composure, Aiyana placed her hand on the old man's shoulder.
- You misunderstood. This isn't a situation where suicidal self-sacrifice is necessary. It seems the past hasn't taught you anything.
- I didn't ask him for help, and you have no right to reproach me for anything, after everything that happened. As for the rest... - she sighed, closed her eyes, and rubbed her forehead. - ...I heard you play golf. I'll give you the contents of the box if you can beat me. But I'm warning you in advance - it might not be easy.

The old man remains silent, acknowledging his defeat before the priestess. The young man's reaction was different.
- The contents of the box? - His face was still hidden behind a physical mask, but the figurative mask had slipped slightly - he couldn't help but laugh at how absurd the offer from the woman standing next to him seemed. - Let me guess - I refuse, and you tell me I'm a coward and running away from the challenge? Ha-ha... Even now, you're trying to escape responsibility and choice. I guess I was wrong about you. - He looked at his teacher. - If you're going to do something half-heartedly, it's better not to do it at all... Those were your words. The Phantom of the Red Moon departs (vanishes), but doesn't say goodbye. Instead, he leaves a platinum Calvada card in the priestess's hands. It looked exactly the same as the day she parted with it, but today it bore new names:
Jovial Herald
Crimson Lady
Kraken
Air Warrior
Standard-Bearer
Profane Rabbit
Ancient Witch