Storybook

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Storybooks are Use items that are acquired from dungeons that explain lore not shown in Epic Quests. Each Storybook contains 1 to 5 chapters. Upon using the item, the player receives a side quest, and at the end receives reward gold and experience at chapter completion. After completion, players can re-read the Storybook again on all account characters through the Storybook tab in the Use Item Inventory.

Storybook items can be found from every dungeon's boss, but there are some exceptions. They cannot be found in Mt. Kulun, Forgotten Land, Suju Arena, Special Quest Dungeons, Event Dungeons, and the Valley of Fallen Souls. However, in scenario and adventure mode dungeons, storybooks will not drop if the boss monster is a normal dungeon's named monster.

There are different grades of storybooks ranging from Rare and Unique to Legendary. Rare and Unique storybooks are Account Bound whereas Legendary storybooks are tradeable. Storybooks also have an 2 week expiration date after acquisition.

Note: Storybooks have a level requirement dictating their reward gold and experience. If the player uses a Storybook and is underleveled, it will stay in their Unfinished Quest tab.

Note: If you delete character which started a storybook quest but did not complete it, each chapter of the storybook that the character had in progress will be reset.

Storybooks

Blue Guardian

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	Blue Guardian

Wingless Angel

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Wingless Angel: Chapter 1 Kargon: "Mm... What should I do? Mmm... Gah! This is frustrating! Why can't I come up with good ideas when I want them? Damn it! ...I think I'm too overworked these days..." Abello: "Why are you screaming in the middle of the street? What's going on?" Kargon: "Who's this? How dare you hit me on the head--Abello? Did you really have to hit me? You ruined my hair!" Abello: "I didn't hit you that hard. By the way, why are you angry? Did another bird poop on you?" Kargon: "No, but I've met an angel. Ah... Her delicate shoulders... soft voice... lovely face... her kind smile that I can't get out of my head!" Abello: "Oh, you're in love again. Well... Good luck! Bye! Tell me how it went. I'll buy you a drink." Kargon: "Ack, can't you see I'm in distress? You're supposed to offer to help me. I fixed your harmonica once!" Abello: "That was a long time ago, and I don't want to get involved with another one of your episodes of crazy love." Kargon: "Hardship and suffering make love precious. This time, my love story will end beautifully. Help me, will you? I'll let you use my story for your song... for the price of 100,000 Gold." Abello: "That sounds like a losing business for me, but all right. I don't want to go to the palace and see the queen, anyway. I'll just say a friend of mine needed help." Kargon: "But that means Her Majesty could get upset with me. Maybe I don't need your help that badly..." Abello: "Come on, you said hardship and suffering make love precious. I agree with you. Now, you need to stop standing in the middle of the street. Let's move. This corner is quiet enough to talk. Now tell me. Who is it? You've sworn off love for the last thirty years." Kargon: "Love is a welcome rain that quenches thirst. Her name is Seria, a really beautiful Human in her late teens, I think." Abello: "Geez, you're a cradle robber." Kargon: "But, you're a minstrel! I thought you'd understand love and romance better than anyone else. Oh, you've been nothing but spoilsport since we met today." Abello: "Well, Kargon, I'm a realist when it comes to you. Ever since that unforgettable incident in your childhood." Kargon: "Hmph, you got me." Abello: "So how much progress have you made with her? Does she even know you exist?" Kargon: "I think she knows my face and my name. But as far as I'm concerned, my heart is already hers." Abello: "...Wow, this is beginning to sound like that cold spring day forty years ago." Kargon: "Stop making me sound like a womanizer. When I'm with someone, I don't look at other women!" Abello: "Sorry, but I've never seen you with anyone before. Anyway where is she?" Kargon: "She's staying near Underfoot Square. I think she's visiting some rude adventurer." Abello: "Then why don't you tell her that you could show her around Underfoot? Girls love cake and cookies, so get her those." Kargon: "Abello. That's why you've never had a girlfriend." Abello: "What?" Kargon: "That's going to be a boring date! I can't impress her with cake and cookies. I need something sweeter, more intense!" Abello: "Um, then maybe you should get some flowers and sing her a song. You can name it... "Wingless Angel."" Kargon: "This is what I'm talking about! All right, Abello, write me a song. Right now." Abello: "Hmph, thank you for being so considerate of my emotional distress during the creative process." Kargon: "Don't give me that. I'm in much more pain from love." Abello: "...Why did Father ever introduce me to Kargon?" Kargon: "Oh! Ah! You there, beautiful girl!" Seria: "Excuse me? Do you mean... me?" Kargon: "Wh-who else is more beautiful than you? I-I, Kargon, have pre-prepared a song for you. P-please listen and..." Seria: "Oh, I'm sorry, but I don't deserve your song, Mr. Kargon." Kargon: "Th-th-that's not tr-true! You're an angel without wings. But I can see the white wings on your back!" Seria: "...Wings? I'm sorry, but um... You're making me a bit uncomfortable. I'm grateful that you're interested in me, but please don't say things like this again. And I can't return your feelings. I've decided to dedicate my life to help this adventurer with his journey." Kargon: "Th-then at least take these flowers... Seri... Seerriiaahh--!" Abello: "(Suddenly appears, playing his mandolin.) ...In the end, his love ends in tears. The sound of his wailing echoes through Underfoot, but who cares? He falls under the wings of the angel and turns into stone, forever petrified. People, behold! Here kneels the most pathetic man in Underfoot's history, beating his lovelorn heart!" Kargon: "ABELLO!" Wingless Angel: Chapter 2 Abello: "Kargon, you're here." Kargon: "What do you want? Did you come to make fun of me again?" Abello: "I didn't mean to make fun of you. Well, the song that you inspired me to write has been a big hit. I thought I should come by and buy you a drink." Kargon: "Well, connggrraatulations! I can use some drinks right about now." Abello: "Why are you so worked up? Did something happen?" Kargon: "No, nothing! And that's the problem!" Abello: "Um... Let me guess: you're still going nowhere with that girl, Seria. You've made an impression, all right, but not in a good way. I understand why she would want to avoid you. Just give up. I think you're only making her uncomfortable." Kargon: "How can you say that? I thought you were my friend! Watch me! I'm going to show her my feelings!" Abello: "I think you're getting this wrong. You already tried, and..." Kargon: "I don't think that song was the right choice." Abello: "Anger followed by denial. You changed the lyrics because you thought they were not powerful enough." Kargon: "This time I've got her a gift." Abello: "I'd rather not ask what he's got for her. He doesn't want my opinion, anyway." Kargon: "What are you mumbling about? Do you have any wrapping paper? I want it the shiniest, most colorful, most expensive, most everything!" Abello: "Silk spider skin is colorful and shiny. ...Are you really going to use the skin?!" Seria: "Oh. Hello." Kargon: "Se-Seria, how are you? Wh-what a good day, huh? The sunlight is as warm and pleasant as y-you..." Seria: "Yes, it is a good day. ...Um, Mr. Kargon." Kargon: "Ye-ye-yes?" Seria: "I don't want to sound presumptuous, but if you're here for the same reason as the last time..." Kargon: "Oh, th-that! I came on too strong, huh? I know." Seria: "Then..." Kargon: "S-so I brought you a gift as my token of my apology. P-please don't take this the wrong way! I'm not trying to do anything. I just want to apologize and be f-friends..." Seria: "Oh. I don't mind a gift. I'll accept it graciously if you insist." Kargon: "Oh...!" Seria: "Oh, this wrapping paper has a very unique texture. Is it... skin?" Kargon: "It's tanned leather from silk spiders." Seria: "S-spider?! This big? I've never heard of spiders that have skin, but this isn't..." Kargon: "Ah, you don't know. These spiders are named silk spiders because their shells have a slick sheen. They live near the Castaway Cave. I can show them to you later." Seria: "No, no. It's okay." Kargon: "Don't be afraid! I can catch them with just one hand, like this. *Swinging his fist* Hah hah hah!" Seria: "No. It's really okay. Ah, and what's this? A pair of... white wings?" Kargon: "Seria, you're an angel without wings. I could see that at first sight." Seria: "Excuse me?" Kargon: "You'll look more beautiful wearing those wings. Come on, try them on." Seria: "I don't... I've never... I"m baffled." Kargon: "Well, don't be! I've got the design that compliments your figure most perfectly. I even tweaked the fastenings, so you can put them on easily." Seria: "Mm..." Kargon: "Are you uncomfortable wearing the wings? Just keep them on for a few days. You'll get used to them. If you want, I can also get you a white dress to go with the wings..." Seria: "Kargon, thank you for your kindness, but I don't think these befit me. Here, take them and give them to someone who can wear them more stylishly than I can." Kargon: "No woman in the world can wear them better than you can. You're an angel--no one's more beautiful or more radiant than you!" Seria: "Well, then you should return them. Mm, excuse me. It's about time for that adventurer to return." Kargon: "W-wait! Have some tea with me before you go. We're friends now, aren't we?" Seria: "I'd rather remember you as... a kind person I know. Do you mind?" Kargon: "Huh? Sure, I'm kind, but I can also be tough..." Seria: "Then Mr. Kargon, bye. I'll be leaving soon with the adventurer. Be well and be safe." Kargon: "Huh? Ah? Se-Seriah?" Abello: "Wow, so your gift was wings. Wow. Just wow." Kargon: "Why is she running. She's going to fall." Abello: "I would run, too, if I were her. I wouldn't want to see some gigantic spiders with you or wear those wings for days." Kargon: "What? Wait. Then... Serriiaahh-!" Abello: "(Playing his mandolin) Ah, what a cruel twist of fate! An innocent girl happens to catch a creepy man. People, hear me! If Kargon tries to approach another woman, call the garrison! The garrison is for times like that!" Sharan: "That's good advice. I should tell my students to watch for him." Minet: "Mm... I'd better warn my friends of him too. And maybe we should get a guard for that poor girl." Grandis: "Kargon, if you're in pain, you can always come and pray with me. Your sins will be forgiven." Pungjin: "You can't force things to happen. Let them flow naturally." Kargon: "Wait. Why are you all here, surrounding me?" Abello: "I've asked for help in case you get angry and decide to threaten that girl Seria." Canna: "I came to watch. And to show this softie whom she should watch for." Annis: "Um, don't feel too bad. You should change your approach, though." Kargon: "Arrgghh! Daammn iitt!"

Way of the Priest

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Way of the Priest Narrator: After the Great Metastasis, the Order of Priests moved its headquarters from Lemidia Basilica in Hendon Myre to Remidia Kathedra in Underfoot, as Underfoot, the city of the Dark Elves, pushed above the ground when the geological strata rose, became the heart of Arad, and opened its door to the outside world. It was the queen of the Dark Elves who decided to open her kingdom after the Great Metastasis to other races and their cultures, and Remidia Kathedra became a symbol of that union. Remidia Kathedra settled down in the city, but there was a dark cloud hanging over a young Priestess named Grandis Gracia. She was worried about Nilvas Gracia, the only living member of her family. Nilvas was an exemplary paladin and the hero of his much younger sister. He comforted her when she cried for her parents and helped with her studies. It was also Nilvas who taught her to lead the other Priests and how to identify the Imposters. Nilvas was a great teacher for her. That was a long time ago. Before the Great Metastasis broke out, Nilvas left Grandis with the Order and went on a mission to subjugate the Imposters. He had not returned. People told Grandis her brother must be dead and she should give up on finding him, but she was convinced that her brother was alive. It wasn't a vague hope in a sister whose brother went missing. This was a priest's intuition, a feeling of connection to another priest through their god. She didn't receive His revelation, but every time she prayed, she felt as if He whispered that she must not give up, and she took heart from it. While other Priests transferred to quiet rural towns to focus on their training, Grandis remained in crowded Underfoot, so she could meet people from different places and gather information about her brother. Grott: "Grandis, long time no see." Narrator: One day, a hulking Priest walked up to Grandis. This man clad in heavy armor was Grott, a colleague of Nilvas. He went on a training journey separately from Nilvas and returned after the Great Metastasis. He sometimes dropped by the Order to lend a hand with things before he got back on the road. Grandis: "Grott. It's been a while. When did you come back?" Narrator: Grott and Grandis talked idly for a while. Other Priests told her about things that were taking place outside Underfoot, but most of their stories were sad and tragic. Grott was different. He told her lighthearted and hopeful stories about the beautiful Silver Crown, people who joined forces to overcome the devastation from the Great Metastasis, and the Blade Masters who were sealing monsters in the Iced Wall of Resignation. his stories made her think of sprouts growing from the debris of war. Grott: "Enough about me. How have you been, Grandis? It must be tough to be alone in a strange place like this. I don't know where in the world Nilvas is, but he'd better get back quickly." Grandis: "It's all right. I'm sure he's busy spreading His teachings and walking the path of the Priest. Comparing to what he does, I'm doing nothing." Narrator: Grandis answered with a smile on her face, but the anxiety and tension underlying her smile wasn't lost on Grott. Grott: "His teachings, huh? I'm not trying to be blasphemous, but nothing in the world is as difficult to understand as His teachings." Grandis: "Excuse me?" Grott: "Of course, He has such vast knowledge that we can never understand His intentions to the full extent. And He must be frustrated with our inability to comprehend things that are so obvious to Him. The Archbishop is the same way. He would send me on errands all day, and I would realize his intentions only at the end of the day, before I fell asleep in exhaustion. Sometimes I resented him for not telling me what he wanted. I guess he was a firm believer of seeing is believing. And learning things for yourself. The Archbishop could have been frustrated with me, too, for my inability to remember the things that he taught me the previous day. He probably thought God was using me to try him." Narrator: Grott looked so serious that it made Grandis laugh, but that didn't faze him. Grott: "Maybe that wasn't the right example, but my point is that we cannot know all the things God intends for us. And you should not regard everything as His will. Doing so is like eating candy before bed. Things can be tough. You can be happy. You can make mistakes. But only God knows if any of them was His will. We Priests are His servants, but we're only humans. we follow the path that He shows us. Some of us choose to walk the other way. None of us can become like Him. Accept your loneliness and angst. If you're angry at Nilvas, you can say so. He's walking the way of the Priest, yes, but he could've returned if he wanted to. Resentment and sadness are also part of the way of the Priest. We cannot teach and lead those who are angry and sad without understanding what they're going through. I'm not saying you should express every single emotion you feel. You just don't have to hide them. God gave us emotions, so we can feel. Don't forget that." Narrator: At first, Grandis was confused, but soon she smiled, having understood his intention. This big tough Priest was trying to comfort his friend's sister in his gruff way. He was telling her not to bottle up her emotions, or she would explode. Come to think of it, she'd been tense since she came to Underfoot. It takes time for everyone to adapt to their new surroundings, and Priests are not exception. Things can actually be tougher for Priests because they have to set a good example for others. Grandis: "Thank you. I'll take a break from work sometimes and think about the true way of the Priest. I want to find a different way from my brother to save others." Grott: "That's great. And don't worry too much about Nilvas. If he doesn't show up soon, then I'll go drag him by his hair to you." Grandis: "Then I'll punch him in the face once for making me worry so much. Or twice." Narrator: Grandis smiled. Grott returned her smile, knowing this brave, patient girl understood him. But a part of him worried for his friend who might get punched in the face by a girl who can swing a cross as tall as her like a twig.

Great Adventurer Karakas

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Great Adventurer Karakas: Chapter 1 Great Adventurer Karakas: Chapter 2 Narrator: Time went by. Karakas was a big boy now. His eyes sparkled with mischief and his pocket was filled with toys he made. One day, Karakas's older brother asked, "Karakas, I lost my kite. It went flying west. Could you find it?" He asked Karakas because his younger brother was faster than anyone he knew. Karakas decided to find the kite for his brother. There was a small lake west of Karakas's house. The weather was hot, so Karakas stooped to drink from the lake. There, he saw a red shadow reflected on the surface. He looked up. His brother's kite was there, flying and fluttering. The kite danced in the sky before it shot toward the forest. Karakas got scared. He heard rumors about a mage living in the forest who used children for his evil magic. But he braced himself and entered the forest. The mage's forest was thickly wooded with old trees. Karakas didn't know how long he walked when he arrived at the mage's house. It was a small hut with a gray roof. He looked for a door to knock on, but there was no door or even any windows. All four sides of the hut were hard walls. Karakas wasn't sure if someone lived in there. Suddenly, a booming, thunderous voice was heard. "Kid, what are you doing here? Stop disturbing me and leave." "I came to find my brother's kite. I saw it fly into this forest. Have you seen it?" "Finders keepers. That kite is mine now. Leave!" Karakas was angry. The mage was no better than a thief. He got so angry that he forgot that he was scared. He decided to enter the mage's house. There was a small mushroom in front of the mage's house. While looking around the house, Karakas accidentally stepped on the mushroom, and voila--a door appeared in a wall that had nothing in it a moment ago! Karakas was startled, but he mustered his courage and entered the house. On the other side of the door was a long tunnel with magic torches flickering along the walls on both sides. The air was so musty that Karakas could hardly breathe. He didn't know how long he walked when he arrived at a big room. Inside the room, he found his brother's kite sitting on a table. And the mage was sitting next to the table. "How dare you intrude my house?! I'll turn you into a frog!" "I'm sorry, but that kite is my brother's. Give it back, and I'll leave." But the mage didn't want to give up the kite. He also needed a servant, so he was unwilling to let Karakas go. Karakas quickly gathered his wits about him. "All right, I'll give up the kite and I'll be your servant, but only if you make me some delicious cake." "Not a problem." The mage swung his wand, and delicious-looking cake appeared in front of Karakas. It was as tall as him and decorated with all sorts of fruit and cookies. Karakas sampled the cake and shook his head. "This is not delicious. I told you I wanted delicious cake. Can't you do better than this?" The mage got angry. He kept creating cake to prove his ability. Quickly the room was filled with cake. Karakas hid his brother's kite behind his back, but the mage was so busy making cake that he didn't even see it. The mage, proud of his own work, laughed. "How about now, kid? I bet at least one of them will satisfy your palate." Karakas tasted all the cake. Chocolate cake melted right onto his tongue. Wine cake was bitter and sweet. Strawberry cake was laden with fresh strawberries. The cake toppled with broiled banana was especially delicious, and it was as big as a bear. "I suppose noblemen would love this cake. But this cake isn't fit for, say, a king." Spurred by the boy's insult, the mage made even more cake. The room was filled with so much cake that they had to come out to the hallway. "How about now? I'm sure you'd like at least one of them." "These are more delicious than the last ones, but they're only fit for a king. They won't satisfy an emperor." The mage was so angry that his face reddened. He kept swinging his wand. Cake materialized from the tip of his wand, and they were shaped beautifully. There was a sculpture of a hero. One was shaped like a river filled with melted chocolate. Karakas was impressed, but he kept urging the mage to make even bigger cake. The mage and Karakas walked backward toward the exit. Even the hallway was filled with cake. The mage was so preoccupied with making cake that he didn't think Karakas was planning to run. Exhausted from making so much cake, the panting mage asked, "How about now? At least one of them should be good enough to please an emperor. You can't complain now, can you?" Karakas nodded and said, "You're right. All of them are good enough to please an emperor. You should try some of them." Karakas pushed the mage to the mountain of cake behind them. Old and exhausted, the mage fell on his back and lost his magic wand. Quickly Karakas picked up the wand and started hitting the piles of cake next to him. The cake fell on top of the mage, pinning him to the ground. The mage flailed, but the floor was so slippery with cream that he couldn't get up. "Help! Help me! I can't breathe! The cake is crushing me to death!" The mage screamed. Karakas told him from the other side of the door. "I'll tell you how to save yourself, but you'll have to promise me you'll leave me alone" "I promise I'll leave you alone. How can I get out from under this mountain of cake?" Karakas stepped on the mushroom outside the house. The door started closing slowly. Before the door completely closed and blocked all the light into the hallway, Karakas yelled. "Eat all the cake!" The mage thanked Karakas and promised he wouldn't come after him before the door completely closed on him. Karakas escaped safely with the mage's magic wand and his brother's kite. Karakas broke the wand, so the mage wouldn't be able to use it for evil again. And he gave the kite to his brother. After that day, the children of the village never lost their kites due to mysterious circumstances. Great Adventurer Karakas: Chapter 3

Broad and Shallow Knowledge for Refined Aradians

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	Broad and Shallow Knowledge for Refined Aradians: Chapter 1 Broad and Shallow Knowledge for Refined Aradians: Chapter 2 Broad and Shallow Knowledge for Refined Aradians: Chapter 3 Broad and Shallow Knowledge for Refined Aradians: Chapter 4 Broad and Shallow Knowledge for Refined Aradians: Chapter 5

Alchemist's Friend

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	Alchemist's Friend

Low Ranking Knight Training Journal

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Low Ranking Knight Training Journal: Chapter 1 Narrator (Lenny): "September 4 Today my training period ended and the successful candidates were announced. I barely ate breakfast and headed out to the announcement center, and Mom followed me to the entrance, going on at nothing and everything. "You're the only hope for this family." "Listen to your seniors." Mom worries too much, as always. The announcement center was already packed with low-ranking knights. Every time someone's name was called, the people got rowdy even if that person didn't pass, delaying the announcing process. When that wench Marie started jumping and screaming that she passed, I wanted to slap her senseless. Anyway, I didn't care for all the noises, but... I PASSED! I even tied for second place with some boy! I wish I won first place, but I'm still happy that I've been assigned to the Iron Wolves led by Sir Vaughn Walshuted! Hurrah! Thank you, gods! By the way, I wonder where that boy who tied for second place with me went to. I want to see how good he is." Narrator (Hartz): "I said you could write as you please, but don't write too childishly. As far as I know, Hemon Derike has been assigned to the Guardian Knights unit under Count Serons." Narrator (Lenny): "September 5 Battle assembly training hours in the Second Training Ground. Lasted a few hours. A welcoming party at 7 p.m. The food wasn't good. The Knight Master was absent." Narrator (Hartz): "If you didn't like the food, why did you eat so much? The knight Master was there. You kept throwing dumplings at him. Don't you remember? Stop drinking so much. And write in more detail. This is too short to be helpful." Narrator (Lenny): "September 6 The swordsmanship training began at 5:32:23 a.m. in the Second Training Ground and lasted for 3 hours and 42 minutes. walked 14 minutes to the cafeteria. Waited in line for 12 minutes to get my food. Today's menu was marinade meat, boiled beans, boiled potatoes, pickles, and cheese and broccoli soup. The marinade meat wasn't chewy, but overcooked. The boiled beans weren't cooked thoroughly and smelled. 23 people complained about them. The boiled potatoes were cold and weren't received well, but they were not too big and cooked thoroughly. They weren't too bad. I like the soup, but it could've been better without the broccoli. The pickles... Sorry, I ran out of space." Narrator (Hartz): "If you'd like to go into such detail, then write like this: "Practiced swordsmanship from 5:30 a.m. for 4 hours. Breakfast afterward." By the way, why did you spend so much time writing about the breakfast instead of your training?" Narrator (Lenny): "September 7 The swordsmanship training was so tough that I can barely hold a pen. My arm shakes so much that I keep dripping ink. Today I've learned to practice my swordsmanship harder. Thank you." Narrator (Hartz): "You got to be kidding me. Come to me as soon as you read this!" Narrator (Lenny): "September 8 It's my day off. I ate home-cooked meals, and bought some nice dagger, hair ties, shoes, and cookies. So happy! P.S.) Deputy Master, you said I could write anything I wanted. This is okay, right?" Narrator (Hartz): "Yes, knock yourself out. I can't seem to make you get the hang of this. Just try to write something more useful, all right?" Narrator (Lenny): "September 9 Well today was a shocker: Knight Master Vaughn Walshuted is married. I'm so devastated that I don't want to do anything." Narrator (Hartz): "I told you to write something useful. How can this help me help you improve? You're writing this journal for both of us. Stop writing something so personal." Narrator (Lenny): "September 10 The stray dog I picked up a couple of days ago keeps barking in the nighttime, making Fiona angry at me. What should I do?" Narrator (Hartz): "So it was you. Bring that dog, now!" Low Ranking Knight Training Journal: Chapter 2 Narrator (Lenny): "October 4 Today marks the 30th day since I joined the Knights. At the end of our training, the Deputy Master gathered us low-ranking knights and praised us for our good work. I almost wept. All the hardship I had to endure flashed through my mind. The Deputy Master then announced the test results. Gina, Bessy, Don, and Gail failed, and Fiona, Dan, and I passed. I thought I didn't worry too much, but I felt so relieved after I heard my results. Those who failed will be sent back to the training camp. Gina said she'd quit. Finally, she realized that she wasn't cut out for knight. I hated that girl for bragging about her wealthy family. And finally Dolores has been knighted today! This would've happened a long time ago if she were a noble, but I'm happy for her. I hope I can be like her soon... Well, I will! Oh, and the Deputy Master said he would stop checking my journal as of today. I'm glad because having my journal checked by him every day has made me feel as if I've gone back to elementary school, but I liked the chance to communicate with the Deputy Master on personal levels. He mostly yelled at me, but I don't think that would reflect badly on my performance... yet. Ah, can I really write anything I want now? I hope the Knight Master will come to see us training tomorrow, but I doubt he'd have time. He's always busy. I want to stay home and do nothing. I want a new sword. I was annoyed by some adventurer I saw in the tavern today. I want to eat apples. I want to be knighted soon. Argh, I'm so sleepy! Can I skip the morning training session?" Narrator (Hartz): "I knew you were stupid, but not this damn stupid. Why did you leave your journal on my desk in the morning today? For a moment, I wondered if I didn't talk to you yesterday. Starting tomorrow, you'll wake up an hour earlier and run laps around the training ground until you don't feel sleepy anymore." Narrator (Lenny): "October 5. I almost died today. I was running laps around the training ground, half-awake, when I crashed into a wall headfirst. The Deputy Master hit the roof. The entire unit of the low-ranking knights had to run laps around the training round all morning. In the afternoon, all the Knights had to run to the top of Mount Proxyl. The basic training continued into the night... Fiona almost killed me. So did Grey, a senior who's been so generous about my mistakes. Well, so did everyone else in the Knights. I think I'm going to buy everyone lunch tomorrow. There goes my entire month's salary... Why am I such a sleepyhead?" October 8 The Knight master showed up for the first time after a long time and bought everyone dinner. In the diner, he announced that we wold go to the old Principality on a special mission. He didn't go into detail. Everyone stopped eating and stared at him with their mouths agape. What are we going to do there? Dan said we were lucky that we weren't sent to the north, but to me, the ruins of the old Principality is just as bad. What's going on in there? October 11 The date of our deployment has been announced. Everyone is stunned that we're leaving on such short notice. Are we going to war? I'm happy to fight those damnable Dark Elves. Not knowing what we're supposed to do is so frustrating. The Knight Master and the Deputy Master have been away all day, probably busy meeting with some courtiers. Is something serious going on? October 15 Everyone's whispering that something big has happened. I hope it's true. The Knight Master made his name known as a great sword master when he was my age. I want an opportunity like that. I'd like to lead the knights alongside the Knight Master. But that'll take more than my ability. My family is not powerful enough. Well, I can't help it. I'll try to distinguish myself through this long-term mission and see what that leads me to. Low Ranking Knight Training Journal: Chapter 3 Narrator (Lenny): "July 2. Wow, this is already the fifth installment of my training journal. We've ridden a Magatha of the Dark Elves and arrived atop Behemoth. I was scared to death, but I didn't want to give Fiona the satisfaction of seeing me scared senseless. That wench wants to humiliate me in front of the Knight Master every chance she gets. She chortled the last time the Deputy Master yelled at me. I hate her more than I hate the adventurer these days. I'd better go to sleep. It's going to be a busy day tomorrow. July 15 More things have happened than I can remember, but the most impressive of them all was that I've met the Blade Masters. They've trained their physical abilities to such a degree that they practically glide when they walk. Now I think I know what the Deputy Master has been trying to tell me. I've known the Knight Master is one of the Blade Masters, but it's hard to remember when he acts so silly all the time. Anyway, today I've discovered new facets about my two leaders, and realized it's important to meet many people. And the Middle Ocean! Who knew I'd be able to breathe underwater? It was an incredible experience. Hearing about it was completely different from doing it myself. Maybe this is why adventurers love what they do... although most of them do more harm than good to everything around them. July 28 The air is thick with tension. The Knight Master has been angry at something, and the Deputy Master has been curt and businesslike to us. We've been on some investigation, but what we're looking for is beyond me. I'm just following my orders, but I have a strange feeling about all this. Even the people of the GBL Order have been restless. What on earth is going on? July 30 I haven't been under the weather these days. I chalked it up to the tension I'd been feeling, but then I was told it was because of the Apostle. The Knight Master defeated an Apostle in the Screaming Cavern. Are we fighting another? August 3 Fiona asked me if I was scared. I said I wasn't, but I'm sure we are all terrified. She just doesn't want to admit that she's scared. The Knight Master said we might have to fight the Apostle. Most of us tensed at that revelation, but some got excited at the prospect of becoming heroes. The Deputy Master said nothing bad would happen, but I noticed he was more meticulous than usual about checking his equipment. He was the Knight Master and the Blade Masters would do the heavy lifting, so we would be all right, but I'm still nervous. August 9 I'm too nervous to sleep. I thought my first battle would be against human enemies, but it's going to be against an Apostle. Can't we request reinforcements from HQ? August 11 Dan and I went to see the Deputy master. He looked tired. He said he couldn't exclude us low-ranking knights from this operation, even if he wanted to. We don't have enough manpower as it is. I know I have to be brave, but I'm scared. I won't show that to the adventurer or the GBL followers. I'll never disgrace my country like that. August 12 I think we're leaving to fight tomorrow. I miss Mom. August 13 We've been ordered to gather. I think we're going to leave soon. I don't care if it's an Apostle. I don't want to go... Well, I might regret it later if I blew things out of proportion. I'm going to stop writing now. I really don't want to go... [Blank] [Blank] [Blank]" Narrator (Hartz): "I'm sorry... Rest in peace."

The Wind Blowing upon Empyrean

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The Wind Blowing upon Empyrean: Chapter 1 Narrator: "Archpriest Beldron, who commanded the Empyrean Royal Army and fended off the onslaughts of the Kartels, passed away. His death was another tragedy that struck the people of Empyrean before they overcame the damage from the Kartels. Many people wore black in honor of the dead priest, and some wailed and beat their chests as if their own parent died. But the leaders of Empyrean couldn't afford to grieve. They need to find Beldron's replacement for the stability of their nation. Usually, the next Archpriest is designated by the predecessor, and the succession ceremony was a festival that the people couldn't wait to celebrate. This time, it was different." Petra Noiman: "It's been ten days since Beldron's passing. We have to start making arrangements for Lady Erje's succession ceremony. The position must be filled quickly, so we can get on with recovering from the war." Anje Wane: "I agree, but... we need to wait." Petra Noiman: "Sir Wane, what's the delay? Beldron designated her as his successor. Are you going to ignore his wish?" Narrator: "Wane's eyes narrowed angrily at Noiman's accusation." Anje Wane: "When did I say that? I just think she's too young to shoulder the responsibility of cleaning things up after the war. She's smart, but she lacks the experience." Narrator: "Sighs echo around the spacious meeting room. Being the Archpriest comes with great responsibility, and the position cannot be left empty. But is a girl, who grew up sheltered in a noble home, the right choice?" Petra Noiman: "...But no one else can replace her." Theresa Schultz: "Do we... really need an Archpriest right now?" Anje Wane: "What are you talking about?" Theresa Schultz: "...It's just a thought. When the ruthless Kartels invade our capital city, what we needed wasn't a priest." Narrator: "Everyone in the meeting room instantly tenses at Schultz's overt complaint." Petra Noiman: "Beldron knew the Kartel would be a threat, and when the war broke out, he led an army and drove away the enemy back to where they belonged: the Lawless District." Theresa Schultz: "You're right. He was a great commander." Jackter: "..." Nevillo: "Now, everyone, please calm down. I know the matter of filling the Archpriest position is important. Each one of you have your own opinion on it, but I say we should finish his funeral first." Narrator: "Nevillo Jurgen, leader of House Jurgen, intervenes and breaks the tension among the others. Everyone except one person represents his house, but none of them is as influential as Jurgen or his house. Jurgen, instead of speaking his opinion, continues to cool down the heated atmosphere in the meeting room." Nevillo: "Lady Erje is young and she's already upset at this whole thing. By arguing among us, we're only making things worse for her. I propose that we discuss this matter at a later time." Anje Wane: "I agree with Sir Jurgen. And excuse me, I must go now." Theresa Schultz: "I myself have to go, too." Nevillo: "Sigh, everyone has his own opinion. I knew this, but it's still exhausting to deal with. I'm sorry, I shouldn't complain in front of you, General. You just returned from a battle, and you haven't even gone home yet." Jackter: "I'm all right." Narrator: "Everyone else left the meeting room, leaving Jurgen and Great General Jackter Elrox alone. Jackter has been appointed the commander-in-chief of the army after Beldron's passing, but the look on his face is anything but arrogance and self-satisfaction. No one from the Lawless District has been as successful as he has. When Beldron brought him to the Imperial Capital, everyone thought that hillbilly wouldn't last long. But the Eagle Eye quickly rose through the ranks as if to disprove those who didn't believe in him, and he finally reached the highest position a soldier can achieve. Jurgen doesn't know how to deal with this man. Even with his political prowess and experience, he can barely read Jackter." Nevillo: "By the way, Beldron would've loved to attend you inauguration ceremony." Jackter: "No, he would've hated the noise and garishness. Excuse me, I should leave now." Narrator: "Jackter answers like the curt soldier he is as he stands up. Jurgen follows his suit and speaks affably." Nevillo: "Are you returning to HQ? I'm heading in the same direction. We should go together. ...What a wonderful day! If it weren't for Beldron and you, General, I wouldn't have been able to enjoy a walk through a garden on such a beautiful day." Jackter: "Don't thank me. Thank the soldiers." Nevillo: "Hah hah. You're humble. Our soldiers are brave, but without your leadership..." Narrator: "Jackter stops striding and turns." Jackter: "Sir Jurgen, if you have something to say, just say it. I'm a soldier. I'm not familiar with the conversational nuances of the nobility." Nevillo: "I just wanted to tell you that I'd like to enjoy the day now that the clouds are gone and the sun is shining." Jackter: "Clouds disperse of their own accord. Impatience cannot change that." Narrator: "They are not talking about the weather. Jackter is smart enough to know Jurgen's hidden meaning: he just wants to survive this struggle. But Jackter has been a soldier for all his life. He's learned not to show his feelings. He responds to Jurgen curtly but not unkindly. Jurgen nods." Nevillo: "I understand. General, I'm heading this way now. I'll see you again. Maybe we should play chess together sometime." Jackter: "Sure." Narrator: "Jackter responds a second too quickly, as if he can't wait to get away from Jurgen. Jurgen is left confused." The Wind Blowing upon Empyrean: Chapter 2 Narrator: "Fifteen days after Beldron's passing, Jackter stands in front of a girl's chamber. He is alone without his retinue. He knocks on the door." Jackter: "Lady Erje, this is Jackter Elrox. may I come in?" Erje: "Yes. Give me a moment. Let me open the door for you." Narrator: "The rich mahogany door opens quietly. A girl, whose height barely reaches the waist of the towering general, appears behind the door and nervously looks up at the general." Erje: "Hello, General. Are you not busy with your shooting training today?" Jackter: "I've done it for so long that my fingers are stiff. They need a break sometimes." Narrator: "Erje looks surprised." Erje: "Huh? Your fingers are stiff? How long do you shoot your gun for your fingers to get stiff?" Jackter: "Hah hah, longer than I care to remember." Erje: "All right." Jackter: "I came to see how you've been since Beldron's passing. Are you all right?" Erje: "...I want to go home." Narrator: "She sounds small and resigned, like a saddened child she is. She hesitates, then adds." Erje: "This place is scary." Jackter: "I often want to go home myself." Erje: "Mister? I mean, General. Where's your home?" Jackter: "In Wespeace. I haven't been home for a while." Erje: "Why?" Narrator: "Jackter debates if he should tell the truth to a little girl, then decides to be honest like he always is." Jackter: "I wanted to bring my wife and daughter to the Imperial City, but they didn't want to leave. I regret leaving them." Erje: "Mm. You're the commander-in-chief. Can't you send your soldiers to fetch your family?" Jackter: "That's a good idea, but the war just ended and I can't mobilize soldiers for personal reasons. They're exhausted from the fighting. They need to go home and rest." Erje: "Good for them. I want to go home, too." Jackter: "Lady Erje, how long have you been in this place? Six months? You must miss your family." Erje: "I do. But you're not going to send me back home, are you? Mom said I have to stay here." Jackter: "She's right." Narrator: "Jackter doesn't try to gloss over the facts. He knows she already knows the truth." Erje: "I knew it beforehand, that I'd come here. I don't know how, but I knew that I'd be sitting in a big room, alone." Jackter: "You won't be alone. We're here with you." Erje: "Yes..." Narrator: "Erje just answers halfheartedly. She's tired of insincere consolation. Jackter continues." Jackter: "But we can't make things less hard than they are for you. Sadness and loneliness are a given. For now, you can cry when you're sad, and laugh when you're happy." Erje: "For now?" Jackter: "Later you might have to cry when you're happy and laugh when sad. Being a leader is a lonely job. You'll have to hide your feelings, or others will walk all over you." Erje: "I don't want to be a leader." Jackter: "Neither do I, but I don't have the power to change this reality." Narrator: "Jackter pauses and debates if he should continue. It's risky to do so, but Jackter decides to bet on Erje's intelligence and Beldron's decision in designating her as his successor." Jackter: "The Archpriest is an unstable position. It's supposed to be the center of this empire, but it doesn't come with the authority expected for such an important position. The Archpriest is always questioned and has to assume responsibility that no one else wants. But that's a burden you'll have to shoulder." Erje: "..." Jackter: "People will call you a puppet, a tool. You need to learn to ignore them. Don't become an Archpriest whom they can manipulate easily. Be the empress." Erje: "The empress?" Narrator: "Erje blinks her eyes in confusion. She's never heard of the word empress before. Jackter nods to emphasize what he's about to say." Jackter: "This country has the structure of a sand castle. There are too many noblemen. All the power is diffused. Empyrean will collapse if another formidable enemy like Bakal appears. And your family and friends will die. You must unite this country and keep it solid. I'll help you." Erje: "Um... I don't know. Why can't you be the emperor?" Narrator: "Scared Erje is all but whimpering. Jackter shakes his head." Jackter: "I can't. I've been a soldier for so long that I can only see black and white. And if I rise to the throne... Well, maybe I have the power to do so, but that'll leave a bad example: people will think anybody can overthrow the government if he has the power. And there's a more important reason." Erje: "Yes?" Jackter: "I hate being tied down by the rules. When I'm off for the day, I want to go to see the ocean and talk to my friends over a drink. Emperors can't do that." Narrator: "Jackter sounds as if playing is more important than anything else. Erje giggles." Erje: "But I like to play, too." Jackter: "If you want, you can find your replacement and run. Do you want to do that?" Narrator: "Erje tilts her head and thinks. She sticks her tongue out, then smiles." Erje: "Then someone else has to sit in this room, alone. No, I don't want that. And Mister? Oops, I mean, General. You're the strongest man in this country, right?" Jackter: "Yes. I happen to be that person." Erje: "I'll do that if you help me. If this country is in danger, then so are the people I love. I'll make sure there will be no bullies. By the way, is the empress friends with the Archpriest?" Jackter: "It's a title that once existed a long time ago. The Archpriest connects God with us people, and the empress unites and leads us. Empyrean is also called an empire because it was ruled by emperors and empresses a long time ago." Erje: "The empress sounds scary. Isn't there a title below empress?" Narrator: "Erje sounds serious. Jackter is at a loss: what's a title below empress? He is also an Empyrean who has never served under an emperor." Jackter: "Um, maybe imperial princess?" Erje: "Then I want to be called Imperial Princess." Jackter: "But imperial princesses are the daughters of empresses and emperors... Well, you can become the empress when you grow up. We haven't had an empress for a long time. No one will care what you're called before you become an adult." Narrator: "It suddenly hits Jackter that Beldron would've been laughing at their conversation if he was here. He determinedly shakes off the sadness and stands up from his seat." Jackter: "I'm glad we've agreed to do this together. I should go now." Erje: "Are you going to skip work again?" Jackter: "I'd love to, but there's no one else who can do my work. If you find someone who can, then let me know." Narrator: "Jackter raises his hand in salute and Erje imitates him in response. Jackter is about to open the door, when Erje scurries to him and pulls at his jacket hem. Jackter kneels and Erje whispers to his ear." Erje: "If I become the imperial princess, I can fetch your daughter. Then can I be friends with her?" Jackter: "My daughter is older than you. You can play with her, but she'll probably act like your older sister." Erje: "Whoa, I'd love that! I've always wanted an older sister. She can be one, can't she? Narrator: "Jackter snorts at Erje's seemingly innocent request." Jackter: "No. I know what you're trying to do. If my daughter becomes a sister of the imperial princess, that'll make me the emperor. No way. I'm already tired of pushing paper all day." Erje: "Beh, you're boring." Jackter: "All grownups are. Now, don't go out too often. It's cold outside. I can't have you sniffle at your coronation." The Wind Blowing upon Empyrean: Chapter 3 Jackter: "...So I propose that we crown Lady Erje as imperial princess." Narrator: "The meeting is to decide Erje's succession of the Archpriest. Since there is no replacement for her, the meeting is just a formality. It should have been a quiet, solemn gathering, but Commander-in-chief Jackter's almost ridiculous proposal has caused an uproar in the meeting room." Petra Noiman: "Imperial princess? Imperial princess..." Narrator: "The attending noblemen were so stunned that they're unable to speak, but Jackter remains nonchalant, almost shamelessly so. The noblemen explode with anger. Schultz angrily asks Jackter if he's insane, and then cowers quickly at Jackter's intimidating glare that has given him the nickname, Eagle Eye." Theresa Schultz: "*Ahem* I don't doubt you've thought this through, but it's unheard of." Jackter: "What's unheard of is the Kartel's all-out attack. At least, since the tyrant Bakal ordered to burn all history books, it was the first biggest incident in history." Petra Noiman: "Making her imperial princess means she could become empress in the future. General Elrox, don't you know why this country abolished the title?" Jackter: "Because of the tyrant Bakal." Anje Wane: "That's right. We suffered under its tyranny for so long that we decided we would never want to follow one person's lead, and you've just proposed that we should go back to what we've been working so hard to get rid of. And are you sure Lady Erje can handle such responsibility?" Jackter: "She's young, but she's smart and kindhearted. With proper guidance, she'll make a great leader. And what do you mean, if she can handle such responsibility? She was going to be the Archpriest, anyway. She already carries great responsibility. You almost sounded blasphemous." Anje Wane: "I-I didn't mean that. But the Archpriest and the empress are two different things. We abolished the emperor's power because it did more harm than good. Why should we take it back?" Narrator: "The leaders of nobility in the meeting room are stunned for the moment, but they didn't earn their leader positions by being stupid. They counter Jackter in the sharpest and most meticulous way. Some even manage to twist Jackter's intention without making it obvious. Jackter thought he'd covered all the basics before he entered this meeting, but there was only so much he could prepare against the barrage of questions. Jackter is about to run out of answers, when Jurgen, who has kept quiet until that moment, speaks quietly." Nevillo: "I understand what you mean, Elrox, and that you won't bend. But this matter needs to be further discussed among the members of the Council of Nobility. Give us some time." Jactor: "Okay." Nevillo: "Then this concludes today's meeting. Councilmen, I'll contact you with the meeting date to discuss the General's proposal." Petra Noiman: "Okay." Narrator: "After the other noblemen leave, Jurgen sighs and stretches his neck." Nevillo: "Sigh. You were more aggressive than I thought. A little circumlocution would've been nice." Jackter: "I know I'm not a good speaker, but I didn't want to beat around the bush." Nevillo: "General, you've shocked the entire Council of Nobility with your proposal." Jackter: "But it's only the title. The Archpriest governs the empire, anyway. What does it matter if we call her priestess or empress?" Nevillo: "There's a huge difference, at least to politicians, and your proposition shakes the entire political groundwork. And don't insult my intelligence. It's not only the title that changes." Narrator: "Without a word, Jackter stares at Jurgen. Nevillo Jurgen is a man who has seized the Council of Nobility at a young age. Since the Archpriest is a nominal leader, Jurgen is the actual power of this country. Jackter can't figure out what this man wants. The intention of his proposition is clear and controversial. He thought Jurgen would object against the proposal more vehemently, and he was wrong. But he doesn't think the leader of High Society is agreeing with him on the monarchy. Jackter hates being involved in politics, but he has no choice. Even if it isn't for Beldron's will, this country, or there will be another Kartel, another invasion. He has to win this battle, and he needs to know which side Jurgen is on." Nevillo: "You should've told me what you were going to do. Things would've been easier." Jackter: "Does that mean you're with me?" Nevillo: "Your proposal is based on Beldron's will isn't it?" Jackter: "...Yes. How did you know?" Nevillo: "I figured when Beldron decided to give Lady Erje the name Vega. Vega is the name of the greatest emperor in our history who brought prosperity to his country. Not many people know about her, though, these days. I didn't know when, but I knew you'd step in. I didn't think you'd choose the hard way." Narrator: "Jackter accepts Jurgen's criticism without protest." Nevillo: "Could you leave this to me? I'll see that Beldron's wish is honored." Jackter: "(Nevillo Jurgen... What is he up to? He knows Beldron wanted a monarchy because he hated the Council of Nobility having its way with the government. But I don't know much about politics, and Erje is too young and doesn't have a big enough following to turn this man into her enemy. Geez, I'd choose fighting in the battlefield over dealing with intrigues of the Court any day of the week.) I can't ask for a better ally, but there can be no mistakes." Nevillo: "Of course. Are you still busy these days? I'd like to have you over for a drink. How about tonight?" Narrator: "Jackter really doesn't want to visit a nobleman's house, but he has no choice." Jackter: "I don't have a good enough excuse to decline your offer. I've got some good liquor. I'll bring it with me." The Wind Blowing upon Empyrean: Chapter 4 General Populace: "Long live the princess! Long live the princess! Bring us prosperity!" Erje: "Oh..." Nevillo: "Just smile and wave your hand. You'll speak someplace else." Erje: "Ye-yes..." Narrator: "Her coronation has reached its peak. Young Erje's face is as pale as a ghost, her body as stiff as a corpse, but she acts as she practiced, and the one-of-a-kind ceremony that combines the inauguration of Archpriest and the coronation of Imperial Princess continues to go smoothly." Meryl: "Things are looking good. I thought a lot of people wouldn't be happy that a little girl was appointed after Beldron. Did you plant some attention diverters among in the crowds?" Jackter: "No, we didn't." Meryl: "You didn't, but maybe Jurgen did. Open ceremonies like this are all about creating the atmosphere. A little girl for the Archpriest and imperial princess. That's a recipe for disaster. But condition the general populace before an idea is formed in their heads, and things will go as you planned." Jackter: "Not everyone is so stupid to let other people think for himself." Meryl: "Do you really think everyone in that crowd is really happy about her coronation? That's a load of crap. Only overly optimistic fools believe that. And you're not one of them, or are you? You've been working for the nobility so long that you can't think for yourself anymore. Is that it?" Narrator: "Meryl Pioneer of the Seven Shards and Jackter have known each other since Jackter was in Wespeace. When they first met, Meryl demanded Jackter help with her research, and her attitude toward him hasn't changed, even after he was appointed commander-in-chief. Jackter is so used to her that her rudeness doesn't seem to bother him anymore." Jackter: "I'm not going to listen to some self-styled adventurer who causes trouble wherever she goes. If you really want to meddle, then why don't you join my army? I can use a good professional like you." Meryl: "Are you insane? Scientists and armies don't mix. You soldiers are impatient consequentialists with a tendency to nag. You don't understand it takes countless attempts of trial and error to yield great results." Jackter: "I've heard you have a student now." Meryl: "Naen? She's not my student anymore. I've taken care of her for long enough. She's on her own now." Narrator: "Meryl thumbs ground tobacco leaves into her pipe. The chief lady-in-waiting scowls at her, displeased, but Meryl points where they are is hidden form the outside, as she takes a puff." Meryl: "Oh, right. I've heard Herman's student is in the Coast Guards and he's hell-bent on revenge. How long are you going to keep him? He's bad news. He looks nice and easygoing, but he's burning with bloodlust on the inside." Jackter: "He's made many great contributions to the army. I don't have a good replacement, or proof of your claim. I'll keep an eye on him, though." Meryl: "I don't like him. I can't believe Herman accepted him from the beginning. Tsk, tsk. At least I'm not the one who has to deal with that troublemaker. I don't have time anymore to talk to a guy wearing medals all over his chest. I've got to go now." Jackter: "But the coronation ceremony..." Meryl: "I don't care. I don't like being stuck in the crowd and I can't stand the sight of that poor girl dragging around heavy clothes that don't fit her. How many years are you going to be away this time? Wherever you are, try not to die." Jackter: "You'll die before me, hag." Narrator: "Meryl guffaws at Jackter's snarky answer." Meryl: "Hah hah hah! Being older doesn't mean I'm closer to death, and you stand here breathing only because of your young soldiers." Narrator: "Meryl disappears into the crowd, leaving long trails of cigarette smoke. The woman is eccentric, but she is smart and has a wide network of friends. She would be a great guardian for Erje, but she didn't want it. Jackter asked many times. Watching her leave, Jackter wishes athlete's foot upon her, just out of spite. Jurgen fills in for Meryl." Nevillo: "People are responding to her more positively than I thought. She'll be able to rise to the throne without opposition." Jackter: "This wouldn't be possible if it weren't for you, Sir Jurgen." Nevillo: "Not at all. All I did was let the general populace know that you're backing the Imperial Princess. I didn't know you were so popular." Jackter: "Please, you're embarrassing me." Narrator: "Jackter stops Jurgen before he goes on. Jackter's mind is in turmoil. Other than waving his hand at Erje whenever she turns to look at him, he keeps to himself, thinking." Jackter: "(As Beldron said, the Council of Nobility needs to be reformed. A new era should begin with new people. The invasion of the Kartel was a result of deep-rooted caste discrimination and power dispersion. It's time we break the ceiling and grow taller. Make everyone under the Imperial Princess enjoy equal opportunities. Beldron, you left me with a difficult task.)" Nevillo: "(The general populace has lost trust in the nobility. If we can't change the concentration of power in the Archpriest, then we have to make the best of it. Not all the Kartels are apprehended, and the remnants will continue to trouble us. I'll keep the army on my side for a while, but I'll let the Imperial Princess take all the responsibilities. Now that she's the Archpriest and the Imperial Princess, she can be held accountable for almost everything. I'll wipe out the ridiculous priest administration system along with the Imperial Princess, and crown a new leader who is powerful and have a legitimate bloodline. It's the only way this country can survive.) What a beautiful day today, huh? It's a perfect day for a new king to rise." Jackter: "Indeed." Narrator: "Jurgen and Jacktor look up to the sky."

Hidden Bomb: The Cyphers

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Hidden Bomb: The Cyphers Narrator: "There have been many changes to the world in the last 10 years. Mountains collapsed. A subterranean city has surfaced to the ground. Hendon Myre , the one-time heart of Arad, was leveled to the ground. There have been countless casualties and fatalities, and the numbers continues to grow because of frenzied monsters. Apocalyptic beliefs are more popular than ever. We're living in a dangerous time, and I'm proud we haven't given up on living. One day, we'll be able to tell future generations that we've survived one of the toughest times in history. I applaud all of you, goodhearted, resilient people of Arad, and I'm writing this to warn you of a hidden danger. Have you heard about the Cyphers? Probably not many of you have, and even those who have often confuse them with magic-users. The Cyphers have survived from persecution for this long because they stay away from big, crowd cities and they're remarkably cunning. By now, you'd be wondering who these Cyphers I'm talking about are. Well, I'm about to reveal to you a big secret, so open your eyes wide and read carefully. In plain speak, the Cyphers are magic-users of some sort. They're capable of an extraordinary power similar to that of magicians. But while magicians are a select group of admirable men from respectable families who have undergone painstaking training to master their craft, the Cyphers are born with their power. That is the biggest difference between magicians and the Cyphers and the most dangerous element about them. The Cyphers are mutants, born randomly and unexpectedly, and they grow up without proper guidance. They have a power that can change the world, but they lack the discipline to control it, which makes them as dangerous as ticking bombs. Magicians are made through training courses that take years to finish. They learn to understand their limits and the dangers that come with magic. They're restricted by the traditions and regulations of their society. When they cause harm to innocent people, they are punished by the Mage's Guild. In other words, magic is powerful, but it's controlled. The Cyphers are different. Only they know what they can do and how powerful they are. And they have never been researched, meaning there is no legal device to judge crimes committed at their hands. It's proved difficult to discern the damage that they have done to this Arad from that done by other strange phenomenons. There are several instances in the past in which Cyphers used their anonymity to their advantage. I've discovered a few past accidents that I believe to have been caused by Cyphers, and I suspect much more damage has been done by the Cyphers as a whole. But those aren't the only terrifying facts about Cyphers. Because most of them live among themselves and their presence cannot be detected by magic, it's next to impossible to assess their number and behavior. Your neighbor could be a Cypher--how terrifying is that? The power that they have is a curse that encroaches on their minds. This theory is proved through various cases: in every incident, the Cypher caused mass destruction in a fit of mindless rage. Look around--do you see anyone who looks like a criminal, whose eyes gleam dangerously in a search for the next victim? Don't you know anyone who seems to bring trouble with him everywhere he goes? Who always seems to be in the center of unexplainable situations? Stay vigilant for the Cyphers. If you're sure you've found a Cypher, report to the authorities. Urge your local community to keep an eye out for hidden Cyphers. We should not rest until we find and eliminate the cause of these mutants."

Happy Magic Classroom

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Happy Magic Classroom Kiri: "Yoo-hoo! Good morning! Long time, no see, Sharan!" Sharan: "Ah, yes. Good morning." Kiri: "You must have been busy. I haven't seen you for a while." Sharan: "I've been busy with the school. Um, excuse me now. I have a report to write." Kiri: "A report? You're still busy, huh? Is there something I can do for you? I want to help. And when we're done, I'd like to learn the basics of magic. The other day, you said you would teach me." Sharan: "That was because you wouldn't leave me alone. Hm... All right. I'm not supposed to teach magic to anyone other than Dark Elves, but as the principal of the academy, I shouldn't ignore someone so eager to learn." Kiri: "Really? Yippee! Then can you teach me how to summon fire pillars with a snap of my fingers?" Sharan: "...You're very ambitious. I guess being enthusiastic is a good thing. Please have a seat, and drink this potion. Now, breathe deeply..." Kiri: "..." Sharan: "..." Kiri: "Um... This is harder than I thought..." Sharan: "Please focus. Everyone is capable of magic, each person has a different capacity for mana. Controlling mana is easy if you're familiar with controlling your inner energy." Kiri: "I use guns, so I don't know how to control my inner energy." Sharan: "I thought you were a famous warrior from Empyrean? Even swordsmen learn how to control their inner energy." Kiri: "Ah. *Chuckle* We Empyreans focus more on external energy than the internal. I don't know if that's the correct expression. Anyway, I think I know what you mean, but I don't know how to detect the energy inside me. Please teach me." Sharan: "We Dark Elves live and breathe magic, so it's difficult to explain it to someone who doesn't. Close your eyes and try to remember one of the most unforgettable events in your life. Now, what do you feel?" Kiri: "One of the most unforgettable events... I'm angry. Those Kartels... They're outlaws that raise hell and destroy everything wherever they go. But I hate traitors more than the Kartels!" Sharan: "Calm down! Don't get carried away by emotion. You'll lose control over your mana." Kiri: "Just thinking about them makes me angry. If only I could go back to Empyrean, I'll make them pay!" Sharan: "Hm. This is the first time I've heard your story. I only knew you were from Empyrean. It may not be feasible to go back to Empyrean anytime soon, but I have good news: Kiri, you're gifted in magic." Kiri: "Whoa... Really?" Sharan: "Yes. You said you weren't familiar with controlling your inner energy, but for a moment you were able to tap into your mana. You just got too worked up before you could do anything with it." Kiri: "Whoa, then can I fly in the sky too now?" Sharan: "As I told you before, it depends on your aptitude and perseverance, but I can teach you the theory of flight. This is great. I didn't know if you'd be able to learn magic, and it turned out that you are more than capable. We should have a drink and celebrate." Kiri: "Sure! We Empyreans also drink and fire a gun salute when there are things to celebrate. I guess that's the same everywhere, huh?" Sharan: "Arad and Empyrean used to exchange and trade with each other, so I wouldn't be surprised if we share similar tradition. By the way, what's a gun salute?" Kiri: "Oh, you don't know. We hold a drink in one hand and a gun in the other hand, and start shooting... like this! (Excited starts firing her gun as she would at a tavern in Empyrean. Reagent bottles break and the sleeping cat takes flight, turning over the boiling cauldron along the way. Sharan's lab is in shambles. Dangerous chemicals have spilled on the floor, causing rising plumes of acrid smoke from the burn holes.) *Shriek* Sharan: "...Well, thank you very much for the gun salute. Kiri, now that you're my student, I expect you will clean up the mess you created without my help. It's apparent that you're full of bile and vinegar. You wouldn't need longer than 10 minutes to clean this up, would you?" Kiri: "10 minutes?" Sharan: "Yes. That should be enough. Now, I have to go receive an audience with Her Majesty. When you'e done cleaning, read this book. Oh, one of the reagents you broke is a transformation formula. Be careful not to touch it." Kiri: "Whoa, a transformation formula?" Sharan: "Yes, it'll turn you into a shiny black bug, and you might get eaten by my cat before I have a chance to turn you back. So be careful, all right?" Kiri: "*Shriek*"

Old Friend

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Old Friend Linus: "Wow, who's this? What a pleasant surprise!" Aganzo: "Linus? I didn't know you were on Behemoth." Linus: "I didn't know you were here either. The Adventurer arrived a while ago, followed by the Imperial Knights, and now you. Has something serious happened?" Aganzo: "I don't know yet. It could be just Vaughn blowing things out of proportion. What are you doing here? Are you playing blacksmith because of what happened a long time ago? Well, I'm really in no position to judge you. But really, why are you here?" Linus: "If I start talking about myself, we'll end up staying up all night, drinking. I came here because of Cinda. I've been learning smithing from him. The Great Metastasis made him think. I guess he was worried that he had no one to pass down his skill. He asked if I wanted to be his apprentice. I've decided to become a blacksmith, and I'm lucky to have such a great teacher. He told me not to call him Master, though. Anyway, he wanted me to come here, so I followed him. I also wanted to see some minerals unique to this place." Aganzo: "I see." Linus: "Enough about me. How have you been? The Magathas are the only source of news from Arad, and they don't come here often." Aganzo: "Things are not good in Arad." Linus: "...I see." Aganzo: "Linus, I don't know how valuable those unique minerals are, but don't you want to return to Arad?" Linus: "This is not a bad place to live. It's filled with mysterious minerals and the scenery changes every minute. And I like listening to the GBL doctrines. They teach me new things." Aganzo: "Linus, you've changed a lot." Linus: "I have. Since the Great Metastasis." Aganzo: "..." Linus: "I'm just worried that you're dwelling on the past." Aganzo: "You're not the first one to tell me that." Linus: "And I won't be the last." Aganzo: "I have nothing to say about that." Linus: "I see." Aganzo: "I'd better leave. I have someone waiting for me." Linus: "All right. How long are you going to be here? When you're done with your business, you should come by. I've got some good liquor that I'd love to share with you and your friends." Aganzo: "I will." Siran: "Are you done talking? Who's this? A friend? Don't worry. I have poor hearing. I couldn't hear what you were talking about. Anyway, what is he doing here?" Aganzo: "He's a blacksmith. What do you think he's doing?" Siran: "Don't snap at me. Why are you angrier now that you've met an old friend? I don't understand you." Aganzo: "Sometimes it's hard to accept that your friend has changed and there's nothing I can do about it." Siran: "I've never seen you so worried about someone else. He must be so important to you." Aganzo: "We've been through a lot together. ...I don't know why I'm telling you this. Let's go. Vaughn is waiting." Siran: "All right. You can tell me more over a drink later. He looks like he likes drinking, too. Didn't he offer you some good liquor by chance?" Aganzo: "Are you sure you didn't hear us?"

Talking about Kartel

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Talking about Kartel: Chapter 1 Narrator: "The Kartel we know now is different from the Kartel when it was first formed. Back then, the Kartel was just a ragtag bunch of hotheads looking for trouble. They indulged in excessive drinking and violence, a deadly combination that always led to drunken shootouts. It's been only ten years since the word Kartel was recognized as the name for these outlaws, but the history of the Kartel dates back further. Some twenty years ago, two young men, Enzo Sipo and Sandstorm Varracht, led Edon's Brotherhood together. They were the most famous gunslingers of the Lawless District, and because they kept the streets peaceful, the residents didn't mind having them around. Of course, they were ruthless to their enemies, and this gentlemanly yet cold-hearted killer image that they established was attractive to friend and foe alike. But it wasn't just their charisma as individuals that inspired the organization of the Kartel. All outlaws live by their own rules and refused to be tied down by the constraints of society. They often exist in small groups, but they can never make an army that requires myriad rules for its management. How did these outlaws who are individualists to the core gather forces and grow so big as a group? How did they turn themselves into a well-organized army? To understand them, we first have to think about the deep-seated sense of inferiority and anger within the people of Wespeace, also known as the Lawless District. The Lawless District is a barren land once used as a prisoner camp. For a hundred years, the descendants of the prisoners were forced to remain in the land by the government. When the residents were finally freed from the sins of their fathers and allowed to move anywhere they wanted, outside society refused to take them in. In the eyes of the society, they remained synonymous with failure. That's why the story of Brigadier General Jackter Elrox, born in the Lawless District and rising through the ranks in the Empyrean Royal army after he moved to the Imperial Capital, drew so much attention. Regarding the most successful case of Archpriest Beldron's recruitment out of the Lawless District, Elrox said this in an interview: "...There are people who crossed the sea, but when their accent and mannerism give them away, the discrimination begins and they became more miserable than they were when they left the Lawless District. They return, and their stories discourage the rest from getting out to the larger world." That became an endless cycle, and the residents of the Lawless District developed a yearning and resentment toward the society outside their world. The government initiated policies to embrace the residents, but they were still in its infancy. The residents of the Lawless District drank and fought to temporarily forget their anger and frustration. After days and years of meaningless destruction and hopelessness, a question came to their minds all of a sudden: "Why does it have to be us?" That was a valid question on their end, but it was the prelude to disaster for us." Talking about Kartel: Chapter 2 Narrator: "Now, let's move our focus back to Edon's Brotherhood. Twenty years ago, the Kartel didn't exist. Instead, a myriad of big and small gangs fought and killed each other in turf wars. No one dared united them into one group. Meanwhile, the question that crossed someone's mind became a movement and spread throughout the entire district. Some were tired of endless violence. Some wanted to grow in power. Some just wanted a reason to fight. Everyone had a different goal, but they rose in arms together. It was a chaotic time. Intense battles were fought everywhere in the district. Those who couldn't fight crossed the sea because being alive and discriminated was better than being dead, but they weren't many. Everyone in the district, regardless of their gender and age, had deep-seated anger that they exploded at each other. Edon's Brotherhood had been absorbing weaker, smaller organizations that failed to survive the competition. Brigadier General reminisced about those times, shared the following. "While other gangs and organizations advocated great causes, Edon's Brotherhood carried the banner for romance. It was a smart strategy. It helped them evade persecution by the Wespeace Army that regarded Edon's Brotherhood as a group of posers. Outlaws, tired of the great causes of other organizations, sought refuge in Edon's Brotherhood because it let them be the carefree outlaws they were. Also, gangs that were too weak to survive the competition wanted to ally with Edon's Brotherhood. Edon's Brotherhood continued to grow, and by the time other organizations realized the threat that it posed, it was too late." The leader Sipo was a great tactician. Varracht, who claimed to be the second-in-command, was high-handed, but had charismatic leadership. These two worked together for a long time. In the beginning, Sipo and Varracht wanted the same thing: a romantic, carefree life. But as their organization grew, their goals had to change, and with the absorption of Rangelus's Guerillas, Sipo began entertaining the idea of dominating the whole country. Rangelus, leader of the Guerillas, became Sipo's right-hand man, promptly pushing aside Varracht, a romantist to the core, and Sipo let that happen. He abandoned his friend of ten years. Varracht continued to support Sipo and tried to turn Edon's Brotherhood back to what it used to be, but he couldn't stop the change of the tide. In the end, he left the organization by himself." Talking about Kartel: Chapter 3 Narrator: "To prevent your confusion, I avoided using the word, Kartel. Kartel is a variation of cartel whose dictionary definition is "a written agreement between belligerent groups." Edon's Brotherhood led by Sipo has formed an outlaw cartel with various other organizations. After Varracht's withdrawal, Edon's Brotherhood expanded rapidly, until there was no other cartel left standing in the Lawless District. Ironically, the end of Varracht's involvement in Edon's Brotherhood, which he created with Sipo, marked the beginning of the Kartel. For the next ten years, the Kartel has transformed from a gang of outlaws into a well-trained army. equipped with advanced military technology. Of course, the Kartel cannot compete with Empyrean's scientific advancement led by the Seven Shards or with the time-tested structure and strategic strength of the Empyrean Royal Army, but nevertheless the outlaw army has continued to grow and already has a number of victories against us under its belt. Some intellectuals have voiced their concerns about the Kartel, but a majority of the general populace is being more optimistic, believing that the Kartel will die out naturally once it runs out of resources. Such belief has a point, given the disadvantageous environment of the Lawless District. Also it doesn't bode well for the Kartel that its growing violence has caused it to fall out of favor with the residents of the district. Now, can we really count on the Lawless District's "self-purification ability?" Doctor Gizel Logan, Empyrean's greatest scientist and a member of the Seven Shards, has visited the Lawless District several times for his research on the Galaha Desert. His answer to my question about the Kartel's longevity was: "It's true the Kartel has great influence over Wespeace Island, but the locals said it'd been suffering from internal disputes and it's clearly evident, even to a stranger like me. I don't doubt the scarcity of supplies is a major issue. Belonging to an organization means you have to follow rules whether you like it or not, but outlaws don't have the discipline or want to live by other people's rules. The Kartel will never last long." Brigadier General Elrox, with whom I've had multiple interviews in preparation for this book, has a different opinion. "The Kartels have survived the harsh conditions of the Lawless District. They're as resilient as they're vengeful. All of them are angry at the social structure of Empyrean, and their aggression has been further aggravated by the rules set down by their organization. But Sipo is good at distracting his soldiers from directing their anger at him. Once he conquers Wespeace, he'll point his gun at the outside world. And there will be blood. We need to prepare for that time." It wouldn't be the first time the Lawless District revolted against the rest of society, but all its attempts at rebellion were frustrated more quickly than they started because of its perpetual lack of supplies. The optimistic point of view on the Kartel is valid, but I have to agree with the pessimists that the Kartel is growing too quickly. Maybe I'm worry too much, but I'm a firm believer that prevention is better than cure. Maybe it's time we take the threat of the Kartel seriously."

Young Imperial Knight

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Forest of No Return

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Forest of No Return Narrator: The beautiful forest Grand Flores was inhabited by multiple races. Among them are the Elves, a race of superior intelligence that had existed since the beginning of Arad, and the Taus, a race of giants who were as strong as they were innocent and wise. All the habitants of the forest coexisted peacefully, protecting the Great Pentacles created by Myre. Sometimes they had uninvited guests, but their forest made sure that those guests left without causing too much trouble. It was a peaceful day as usual. Umtara, the king of the Taus and all beasts, was searching for someone. Umtara: "There you are. I've been looking for you." Narrator: Umtara was looking for an elder of the Elves. The Elves could sense each other through their magical connection, but Umtara, incapable of magic like everyone else in his tribe, had to do legwork to find her. Seria: "Good day, Umtara." Elder: "Long time, no see, Beast Tau King. What can I do for you?" Umtara: "Um, I came to consult you about some concern of mine." Narrator: The Tau usually speaks his mind without preamble, but today there's hesitation in his voice. The tactful Elf girl who is with the Elder quickly stands up. Seria: "Oh, I almost forgot that I have books to return to the library. Excuse me, Elder. Beast King." Umtara: "I'm sorry I interrupted you." Seria: "Not at all. Enjoy your conversation." Narrator: The elder waits until the girl is so far that her keen Elven ears cannot pick up on their conversation. Elder: "So, what is it?" Umtara: "I've been seeing more Human visitors these days. I don't mind the adventurer and traveler kinds, but the people I've been seeing are clad in iron and that doesn't bode well with me." Elder: "I'm aware of that problem. I'll assign more archers and guard the forest." Umtara: "Please do. That'll make our job easy. By the way, do you have any idea what those Humans are?" Narrator: Umtara sounds wary. He doesn't know why, but his instincts is warning him of a looming danger. Elder: "Soldiers. I think they're here to do some kind of research." Umtara: "They'd better not touch the Great Pentacles." Narrator: The Great Pentacles around the Grand Flores forest were made by Myre, a Human mage whose selfless act had gained him eternal respect from the Elves and other habitants of the forest. The Elves have been pushed out of their lands by the greedy Humans, and the Great Pentacles are the only thing that keep them safe from the outside world. Grand Flores isn't the home only for the Elves. This vast ancient forest houses myriad animals and trees, and therefore is a crucial part of the ecosystem of Arad. Elder: "I don't think they would, unless they're suicidal. There will be worldwide consequences if Myre's pentacles are destroyed." Umtara: "I'd really like to believe that, but the Humans always have been looking for opportunities to destroy and plunder our forest. Some of them might try to do anything to satisfy their greed, the hell with the consequences." Elder: "That's why we've stayed vigilant. This forest has us Elves and you Taus, the strongest of us all. Nothing bad can happen to it as long as we work together to protect it." Umtara: "I hope you're right. I just can't seem to shake off this bad feeling... Ah, forget it. I'm only embarrassing myself by talking about intuitions in front of an Elf." Narrator: Umtara stands up and hefts his greatax, which takes several Humans or even Elves to lift it off the ground. The Elf Elder admires his incredible strength. Umtara: "Then I'd better go look around the edges of the forest, in case there are more suspicious people than those soldiers." Elder: "Then you'll be gone for a while. I'll pray for your safe return." Umtara: "Thank you. See you later." Narrator: The Elf Elder watches Umtara's hulking frame disappear into the trees. This quiet forest is thickly wooded with trees that are bigger and taller than the king of the Taus. Whatever the Humans are up to, they cannot destroy this forest as long as the Elves and the Taus exist. The Humans, however, are the most unpredictable sort. Even with the Elf Elder's wisdom and experience, it's almost impossible to predict what they will do. Young Elves think they must go to war with Humans, but they're too inexperienced and proud to see the fact that the Humans are the mainstream of Arad. They can overwhelm the Elves by sheer force of numbers. The Elf Elder hopes that the Humans will be able to have a better outlook, that they will become at least smart enough to see the future more clearly, like Myre who sacrificed himself for the peaceful coexistence of all races. This Grand Flores must be protected not just for its habitants, but also for Arad. The Elf Elder hates to even imagine what will follow the destruction of the Great Pentacles. Forests, once destroyed, can never be restored to their original beauty. The Elf Elder prays that Umtara's worries will not come true for the sake of Grand Flores and the rest of Arad.

Black Crusade Report

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Unexpressed Sadness

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Unexpressed Sadness Narrator (Woo): "It's been a fortnight since I brought him with me. I'm glad he's making a fast recovery, but the grim expression on his face worries me. I get anxious whenever he strokes his sword yearningly. A part of me is happy to be so close to him, although I'm too shy to look him in the eye. I'm also so sad and depressed that I can't focus on anything. I've been making many mistakes, but if the Master has taken notice, he hasn't told me. I've pretended that I don't care if he cares or not. Every time I catch him looking up at the sky with longing in his eyes, my heart sinks. I hate the couple of birds chirping happily outside the window. He said he'd lost his appetite, so I cooked porridge for him. He barely had a few spoonful of his food. He said he thought he forgot someone and he couldn't remember who it is. My lips quivered, and he demanded I tell him what I know. That made me angry: it was for the first time after a while that he spoke to me. I told him that he forgot someone who died. He wanted to know the name. I lied that I didn't know, but I could never forget the name of the woman I envied so much. If I could move the sun from the western mountain to the east sea, would my wish be granted? If my mother gave birth to me earlier, would I have been able to be with him? I'm helpless when it comes to my feelings for him. I felt as if I'd been abandoned. The moon shone brightly as if mocking of me. If I was abandoned, I could've cried myself to sleep. The night was long and sleepless. My room was cold and dark, so I lit a candle. The candlelight swayed and flickered in the wind, breaking my already frayed mind, bringing tears to my eyes. I told the Master that I would leave as soon as the sun comes up. The heartless man curtly bid me farewell, and then asked me the same question that I'd dreaded. I hesitated and fidgeted. His penetrating eyes and silenced urged me to answer his question. I realized I was a wildflower that could never take root in a rock who is the Master. Resigned, I told him the name. His face instantly brightened, cutting me deep. If she was so precious to him, he shouldn't have forgotten her in the first place. He thanked me and walked away, leaving me with his shadow that grew as he went. I turned and walked the other way, trying to smile away my sadness."

Red Sin

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Red Sin: Chapter 1 Narrator: "The news of the arrival of the Imperial negotiators quickly spread throughout Underfoot. To avoid unnecessary attention, the negotiators brought a small group of guards led by the famous Blade Master Vaughn. The Dark Elves hate the Empire, but they couldn't suppress their curiosity. They spilled out into the street to watch the procession of the negotiators." Robato: "(Vaughn Walshuted...)" Narrator: "Vaughn was riding on a horse, bringing up the rear of the Imperial noblemen who were waving their hands haughtily at the crowds. Vaughn was everything that a knight should be: young, confident, disciplined. His battered scabbard was in sharp contrast to the new, ornate scabbard of the head negotiator. Unconsciously, Robato rubbed her Ghost Arm, a dark, twisted arm shackled with heavy metal constraints. She never hated herself for having the Ghost Arm, but she was ashamed that she let it cost many lives. Robato once was a colleague of those proud Imperial Knights. In the Empire where strength is worshiped, having the Ghost Arm isn't disadvantageous as it would be in other states in Arad. Some are even envious of the inhuman power of the Ghost Arm. Robato's life in the Empire was smoother than most citizens. Of course, she had to jump through hoops, like everyone else who was not of the nobility, but she was talented and patient enough to accomplish much more than many. But it didn't take long before she started asking questions. Why is the Empire so obsessed with strength? Why is showing off one's strength more valued than using it to save the weak? Time went by, but the questions remained unanswered. Robato confided in a few comrades she trusted, but their answers were vague at most. "I can't help someone unless I'm strong." That was the best answer she was given. One time, her knight master gathered Robato and the other members and said: "This Arad is corrupt. Its order is destroyed, its law too slack. It's exploited by those who have a vested interest in other people's misery, and monsters are allowed to rampage. We must save the world by enacting and enforcing strict laws." The knight master's assertion instantly wiped out Robato's growing uncertainty. She thought, "We're right. We are right! We are the saviors! We're warriors fighting for a better world!" From then on, her life in the Knights changed. The training was as tough as ever, but Robato didn't complain. The knight master was stern, but treated his members like his own. Their mistakes were forgiven, and their failures were comforted. Under the knight master's command, the knights developed a tight bond. To Robato who lost her parents early, they were her family. She could risk her life for the knights. The Empire had a stiff image in and out of its territory. It was almost ironic that its knights enjoyed a carefree, family-like environment. Robato suspected that was what the emperor wanted. The knights are an elite army fighting for the Empire, more specifically its emperor and his family. The tighter their bond, the less likely some of them will betray the others. Robato's doubtful attitude toward the Empire's direction became known and she was summoned by the knight master. She was ready for a big scolding, but the knight master, who silently glared at the young knight until that moment, grinned. In Robato's opinion, that was a hundred times more effective than a scolding." Knight Master Doter: "Neither the Knights nor the Empire is perfect. Neither was His Majesty. He's not a god. Everyone makes mistakes, and that includes you. Personally, I don't think the Empire's pursuit of strength is wrong. We have a large territory, meaning we have many things to protect. It's just that people in high places tend to take things to extremes. When there are too many things to protect, naturally some of the things are left defenseless. I mean, sometimes we're unable to save everyone who needs saving." Narrator: "Since that day, the new Knight Robato practiced harder to save more people than she did yesterday, for the emperor, and for Arad." Red Sin: Chapter 2 Red Sin: Chapter 3