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With a snap of her fingers, and by erasing Alaria Doran from existence, Narya silently left the reception hall, leaving Erefir alone with the warrior's remaining equipment.
[spoiler=Major spoiler for a well-known title, beware]
[/spoiler]A minute earlier, the Nozenrot had to make another decision: whether to use her authority to make it clear to Alaria, or...
"I don't know what or... This is, apparently, my first great deed as Grandmaster. Due to insufficient control, I'm losing yet another person? Time and time again, I make literally the same mistake. The Sovereign decided to show me that this can't continue."
She had to clench her jaw tightly to keep from shedding a tear. How could this happen? Alaria didn't necessarily have to die today, why? This question often arose in Erefir's mind in the Dark Lands, but then it wasn't her responsibility. Wasn't it?
Well, at the very least, the Origin Hero put himself in danger, saving her life.
A heroine, a dragon slayer. Yes, how... She can't even save the people she cares about, how could she even think about becoming a Kridenaar?
Okay, that's it. This is the limit for today. She needed to spend the rest of the day in a way that she wouldn't be ashamed. Every day. It doesn't matter what she thinks of herself, from now on, no more critical mistakes, it's time to become a perfectionist. She lingered in childhood for too long, she put things off for too long. She is a pillar, and crowds look at her from below with burning eyes, and a person she respects looks at her from above. She will have a lot to think about today, but not now.
Circumstances are just part of her job. Mistakes are a reason to improve. These reflections won't help Alaria anymore, but nothing else will help her either, and therefore nothing matters. Except perhaps preserving her memory.
A quick glance at the servants. The redhead would like to keep Alaria Doran's sword and diary, but she wasn't sure if it was appropriate; these people knew better. Depending on their approval, the knight will do it or not, and, without saying anything, leaves the villa. Seeing the mockery of the slow-witted commander behind her back in such a moment was beyond even her steel strength.