Happy Life
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Just in case, let me remind you that I mentioned twice that I healed him with an emerald after the fight. It might not help against the script if it's meant to be here, but still.
She writes a crimson note in Welfernian:
I'm very sorry that you were hurt because of me, and for slapping you. But I'm not ashamed of either of those things – in the second case, I was just overstressed, and in the first, it wasn't my fault. Neither was it yours – whoever is destined to be a rabid animal will become one, and none of your actions will change that. You need to understand this clearly.
Your friends are, frankly, terrible – you don't even need enemies with friends like that. At least, that's my opinion; maybe it's normal for men, but if it were up to me, I'd beat you all with a broom until you couldn't sit for a week, and bury you three meters underground.
I'm going to face the music, in all its unpleasantness and mournful melody. It might already be too late, or I might fail, but I'll try. You don't need to follow me, but fortunately, you probably wouldn't be able to anyway.
In case we don't see each other again – you can find the doll at [55]. Say you're from me, and they'll let you through. You can figure out what to do next without my help.
Even though it was stupid, painful, and very stressful, at least our acquaintance was interesting. I'll try to visit you at the shop if I can.
Ayame
She leaves several copies of this message in different, obvious places in the room, so that even the most feeble and short-sighted pensioner couldn't accidentally miss them, and slips one under the Phantom's hand – so that no one can see it during a quick inspection of the room.
Finally, after sealing the room with a barrier spell, she leaves the forge and goes home.
She writes a crimson note in Welfernian:
I'm very sorry that you were hurt because of me, and for slapping you. But I'm not ashamed of either of those things – in the second case, I was just overstressed, and in the first, it wasn't my fault. Neither was it yours – whoever is destined to be a rabid animal will become one, and none of your actions will change that. You need to understand this clearly.
Your friends are, frankly, terrible – you don't even need enemies with friends like that. At least, that's my opinion; maybe it's normal for men, but if it were up to me, I'd beat you all with a broom until you couldn't sit for a week, and bury you three meters underground.
I'm going to face the music, in all its unpleasantness and mournful melody. It might already be too late, or I might fail, but I'll try. You don't need to follow me, but fortunately, you probably wouldn't be able to anyway.
In case we don't see each other again – you can find the doll at [55]. Say you're from me, and they'll let you through. You can figure out what to do next without my help.
Even though it was stupid, painful, and very stressful, at least our acquaintance was interesting. I'll try to visit you at the shop if I can.
Ayame
She leaves several copies of this message in different, obvious places in the room, so that even the most feeble and short-sighted pensioner couldn't accidentally miss them, and slips one under the Phantom's hand – so that no one can see it during a quick inspection of the room.
Finally, after sealing the room with a barrier spell, she leaves the forge and goes home.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
