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—N-no... I've been alone for most of my life, and I haven't managed to make any friends. Maybe I was just unlucky, maybe I didn't have the opportunity, or maybe it's just my personality... So, it's better not to get involved with priests and dragons.
—...Margel is a difficult place to find true companions. You never know who you can open up to, and then get a figurative knife in the back. Klin paused for a moment, the blue lights in his undead eye sockets flickering strangely in the park thickets, which were being illuminated by the morning sun. —I've said before that I still have a lot of relatives in Kriedaar. If I ever find a cure, I was thinking of returning to my hometown for a while. If you want, you could come with me. We don't have any of the capital's innovations there, no trains, airships, or tax inspectors, but we do have honest and sincere hardworking people. I can promise you, you definitely won't feel lonely there.
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—You're probably right, but it's a bit strange that someone managed to erect a monument here. It must be someone with connections and money. Or maybe the circumstances and the place of his death played a role.
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—Rest in peace, Raphael Nishenet. — Sanexa repeated, remembering the many faces that had been taken, of whom no memory remained at all. Although what happened was a tragedy, there was still something touching in the attention shown by his loved ones.
—You know, many years ago, one of my companions used to say how great it was that, by the course of his life, he didn't have any close people. Because he wasn't burdened by the responsibility for other people's fates, and if something happened, he wouldn't cause grief to his relatives, and he wouldn't experience it himself. He could pursue his favorite pastime with a clear conscience, and no external factors, emotions, or doubts would cloud his mind. He was then told that all this was just a sign of cowardice and weakness, or perhaps an attempt to hide the real circumstances of his personality and character. What was it really like? I'll never know. But now, when you and I have mentioned old Craig, and witnessed this sad monument, I think that there is no inherently true side to this argument. The more emotional bonds you acquire throughout your life, the more you begin to appreciate your existence, but the more painful the price of each broken string. I will try not to meet dragons and priests, but you promise that even if, for some reason, I am not around, you will continue to move forward. Just as the friends and family of this Raphael continue to look to the future after his sad death.
Upon returning to the villa, Erefir and the others were in for two surprises. First, the newly acquired Pegasus, Naera, was to be gifted to Commander Carneola (it can only be used outside of battle to move from one location to another), but it will need to be shown to the second princess from time to time to renew the spell.
- Otherwise, it will just be a winged horse, she explained with a smile. - You will need to give it a name. - Having finished with this, she hands the knight five application forms. - I decided that your squad could use some extra combat power.
The envelopes were addressed to the following names: Triton, Crimson, Pheasant, Jingo, Gorazdia.
- Two of them agreed to this job in exchange for release from prison, so it's up to you to decide if they deserve their freedom. But you will review the applications later; for now, I want to hear about your meeting with the dragon king.
Just a heads-up, it looks like a very dangerous combo.
Dangerous for whom? I suggest sending them to Bruno for recruitment. Especially the corrupted Pheasant. Nice. But first, he should release Aria; she's been humiliated enough.
For whoever loses, if Crimson (not being a hunter) suddenly becomes interested not in where the Pheasant is hiding, but in why he is hiding. And then it will be either for Garrett or for the J characters.
Peeking over Erefir’s shoulder at the names on the envelopes, Beata and Guion exchange very quiet whispers – Naera probably wouldn’t hear them, but some fragments of their conversation might reach Phyr-Phyr.
“Yeah… Triton is the father of the waitress from Lepota, a former guard. He’s certainly handsome and knows how to fight, but he still holds a grudge against me after that June performance. And I don’t know if we need another warrior on the team.”
“For the same reason, I wouldn’t take Crimson either… and not just for that. Garret told me that he attacked and killed Sisandra back then. Maybe he’s changed now, but do we really need to take that risk?”
“I agree… and I wouldn’t take Phazana either. Before that incident with Lavanda, I might have considered it, but now… Well, I can handle myself, and I’m the leader, but Kilika is questionable. And Astellia… No, we don’t need that kind of luck.”
“Well, you’re at least in the same room as me, but yes. What about Jingo? Who is Jingo?”
“He used to be a manager at Ideala. Very handsome. But I don’t know… Being handsome is something any idiot can do. And we already have you to please the female half of Carneol.”
“Beata, I’m serious.
Well, technically, we only killed one Sisiandra. Kilika just took a couple of debuffs, and we're keeping Astellia on a meager salary and not letting her go on maternity leave, but we did give her a cool weapon. By the way, speaking of maternity leave, we need a new maid.