Sylvester Archipelago

Lucina listened to Kaeldrim's story, completely absorbed in the details of this fascinating tale. It was something new for her. She had often found herself in dangerous, life-threatening situations, but this was different; perhaps it was safe to say that it was the mystery of the Order that frightened her, as well as the power and possibilities that lay behind it. "Let's hope everything works out," she said somewhat melancholically after a long pause. The option of having her memory erased was undoubtedly more appealing to her than death, although she wanted to believe that it wouldn't come to that. "But let's leave the information about the Order aside. Frankly, I'm no less surprised by your love story than by your involvement with the Sethronomicon. After all, it's quite obvious that you are indifferent to this... what was her name? Tasariel? You don't need her. And how much time has passed since you last saw her? Why torture yourself, live as if in hell, and deprive yourself of the joy of life by your own will?" Madia decided to philosophize for the first time in a long time. "I don't understand your feelings; I've never loved anyone. But if you love her as much as you say, then just let her go. Wouldn't that be the greatest expression of that very feeling, which, as they say, comes from pure emotions and the desire to make the life of the one you love better? Otherwise, it's not love; you're just obsessed with her."