☀️ Arselia and Akonia

- I don't care about any of that, Margel, Mitten. As I said, the geography here isn't my strong suit. Here, try this on, - she hands him a black hanja. - It suits your style, doesn't it? The color and the grotesque face. It was one of the options I initially considered giving you in exchange for that accursed card, before I decided to put my heart into this deal. It's not a given that it will show you anything - there are substances that are beyond even someone like you. The same goes for this... - she pulls out a corrupted platinum Calvada card, holding it between her index and middle fingers. - As I said, there isn't another one like it in this world. Because I brought them with me when I was summoned here. To your disgusting, post-mortal world, filled with suffering and sorrow no less than my own. My soul traded one evil for another, and here I am, sitting in a self-propelled carriage with the local yakuza, explaining such personal details of my life, under the threat that... he'll squash more ants because he can? How absurd, - she sighs and shakes her head. - ...My first thought was to hand your grandfather over to the authorities because he's trading in things that can't even be found on the black market. But in his care, I saw fellow sufferers, and I felt it was my duty to support them. I can only guess at the suffering they have endured. I am determined to see this through to the end, as long as I am still able to breathe and move. And in the process of all this... I ended up in the current situation. I think a cynical person like you would just laugh at that, but... to each their own.