🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- Good morning, Asmidul. - He was really waiting for you. - I took the liberty of finding out where your skills might be needed. Option one: at the factory here in Ninamite, you'll be needed to help build ships and make cannonballs for them. Option two: things are really bad in Ruzaniel right now, and its protector may need help, but it's impossible to know what kind of help in advance; moreover, it's easy to get there, but leaving quarantine will be more difficult.

—Wow, how efficient! And where do you get the energy to get up so early... Thank you. —he yawned slightly, glancing at his watch. —I've been feeling some self-destructive urges lately, but you were actually very accurate about our policy back then. Those who want to can stay in the rear, those who want to can swoop in for the spoils, those who want to can help with supplies and equipment, and some are destined to cough up their internal organs to create walls of their own bodies to block every meter of infected soil of their homeland from the dirty feet of the invaders. Each of these links is important in its own way; after all, there's no point in securing the future for others if there's no one left to live in it. What was I talking about... I can't force you to take a path where you probably won't ever see your Mikoto again, but knowing the unwavering strength of your ideals, I don't think there's any point in my obvious question, is there?