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Cale Henituse was perplexed.

The first time he brought the bag of bread to feed the man-eating tree, he was sure that there was no one in the vicinity. The children surely wouldn't say anything either, they're smart not to.

Yet, somehow, now another child is curling up into a ball near the man-eating tree. Face hidden beneath the long wavy black hair, long enough that it's even spreading all around the grass near them.

“Hey.” He said, and the child immediately lifted their face and turned to him.

A pair of big eyes, sparkling like stars in a magenta color, stares back into his brown ones.

“How long have you been here?”

Rather than answer, the kid sat up, now leaning against the man-eating tree’s trunk. Tilt her head slightly, and the golden wreath with a magenta-colored rose on each side slightly slides off-center due to that.

The long, magenta and white dress just passed her knees, and the brown leather, with pockets, covered her waist. Cale also noticed that she has a small pouch on the side with straps leading to whatever is beneath the waist corset leather. All adorned with gold accents.

Despite no words coming out of her mouth, the nice dress with no speck of dirt implied to him that she hadn't been here long.

Cale turns back to the tree, nervous about how eerie the black tree is, welcoming him with its branches.

“You, don't say anything about this.”

He turns back to the little girl, but the child makes no effort to respond, not even a nod or a look.

“Tch.”

Cale clicked his tongue at the lack of response before reaching his hand into the bag. Then in a quick movement, he tossed a bread in her direction.

The little girl's eyes widen in surprise before her hands reach out to catch the bread mid-air. Those sparkling magenta eyes stare at the bread in her hands in silence before looking back at Cale.

“Eat.”

“Eat…”

The little girl repeats, her attention now focused on the bread rather than Cale himself.

Cale says nothing more, instead, he starts to dump all the content inside the bag down the hole underneath the tree.

-More…give me more.-

The voice of a weak girl responded, and the little girl jolted slightly from that unexpected eerie sound coming from the hole.

Cale, however, seems to be in a hurry as he quickly grabs the bag and starts to move.

The little girl who silently watches his silhouette becoming smaller and smaller, then gazes back at the hole where she assumed all the contents of that bag had gone, and from which that eerie sound originated.

She doesn't understand the language, nor does she understand why that intimidating man does so. Yet, as she looks back at the bread he threw at her, a small smile forms on her lips.

And she, too, with that singular bread, threw it down to the hole.

-Good girl, such a good girl!-

The voice sounds out again as the bread disappears. The little girl, however, unable to understand the words of praise, simply sits back down.

Her eyes lock back to where Cale had left, and her mind starts to wander as her head rests on her knees. That handsome man seems to be a better human than she thought.

Perhaps she can protect him. All humans are weak in her eyes after all.

“This, this isn't bread. Isn't bread.”

For some odd reason, Cale felt a sudden shiver down his spine as the young girl mumbled, holding the medicinal herbs in her hand.

Ignoring the young girl’s mumblings over the herbs, Cale changes his attention over to the younger boy instead.

“Did you two say anything about me to anyone?”

A simple question, one that was directed at the younger boy. Yet, the young girl next to him immediately exclaimed with him as well.

“No! We didn't tell anyone at all!”

Their reactions were too much to be called fake. Thus, Cale can only nod at them. At least to get them to know that he believes them both.

“Then, do you see anyone who went in that direction like me too?”

“Huh? Why would anyone head to the man-eating tree? They would die!” Says the boy.

That means as a no for him. If so, then how did that little girl manage to come there?

Cale frowns, ignoring the confusion on the two children's faces as he proceeds to move back towards the man-eating tree.

That is, if the two children didn't immediately block his way.

“You cannot die!”

Both of them are saying it now. Nevertheless, the two small bodies of theirs can do nothing for Cale, who simply walks past them.

Taking a look back seems to be a bad option, however, as the children following him in unnecessary concerns are now within his sight, even worse with how the young girl limping towards him.

“I won't die.”

A simple statement, yet effective since the two children stopped following him after that.

Unsurprisingly, the little girl is still there, sitting in that exact spot as if she hasn't moved an inch.

Cale noticed how she seemed to perk up when he got closer, as if she had been waiting for him this entire time. At the very least, it seems like she has finished the bread he gave her.

The little girl, by all means, can be considered suspicious. The clean magenta-white dress, the golden wreath with unique color roses, and the nice, high-quality black ribbon shoes.

There's no way a girl dressed nicely like that actually belongs in the slum.

She wouldn't answer whatever he asked either, the only thing he ever heard her talk was when she repeated what he said before in mumbles.

Cale holds back a sigh, he doesn't want to waste any more time. He still has to meet up with his father tonight. Therefore, he starts to pour the entire contents of the bag down the hole again.

-More, give me more-

After hearing the voice twice, the little girl isn't surprised anymore. She is more fascinated about how the black hole now seems to be more of a grey light.

The girl takes a look at Cale, who has already been holding an empty bag, only to jolt slightly when those brown eyes seem to bore into her.

His slight smile turns back into a thin line, the good handsome man is contemplating how to deal with her, she thinks.

She isn't a dumb Milletian, she knows when something is supposed to be a big important secret and this hole is one for him.

She hopes that he isn't planning to fight her, she doesn't want to beat a good handsome human. He's too weak, even more than some of her Danann friends, she fears she would accidentally kill him.

Even if she says anything, it will arouse both his wariness and confusion more than being helpful. Truly, the language barrier is her worst obstacle.

For Cale, who is simply curious about the little girl, can already see the inner turmoil growing inside those magenta eyes. She really is so much of an open book despite being very silent.

The red-haired man poured down another bag of bread he carried down to the hole, then quickly headed back to where he came from. Unbothered to call out to the little girl who was stuck in her mind.

And when she came back, the taller man's figure was no longer there.

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Once again, her mindless reckless trait has put her into another difficult situation. Not as dangerous as when the moons’ fragments fell, nor when her existence was almost erased. This situation where she could not communicate at all to the residents is infuriating.

‘No doubt, Merlin will definitely scold me again.’ Eul thoughts as she starts to switch sitting position. Her legs stretched straight, resting on the soft green grass.

The image of a guy with a shock of white hair wearing an open chest jacket going down a whole tirade about her recklessness, whilst simultaneously checking her out for a single injury, spinning her like that plate inside a microwave got her to let out a short giggle.

The short comfort doesn't last long however, she starts to rest her back on the tree’s trunk. Looking up at the lonely white moon hanging in the night sky. The white moon that's somehow both foreign and nostalgic.

Why?

The lonely white moon doesn't exist in Erinn, so she supposed that nostalgia feeling came from her home world, as well as that microwave comparison.

But she doesn't remember anything back in that world.

Who were her parents, what her home world was like, who her friends were back there when she was a human.

How did she set foot in the Soul Stream…?

It's all now just a blurry memory for Eul.

A breeze of cold night wind passes her by, her small frame shivers slightly with only that lone white moon, and a hole beneath the tree keeps her company.

She's not alone, never is even now. For a certain guardian figure crossed into her mind.

She mumbles out his name, the way his name came out of her lips with more longing than she intended to.

The cold breeze abruptly stops, and her eyes lighten up the moment she spots a familiar white feather floating down from the sky.

Just like other times, her hand reached out. The white feather burst into a warm light as soon as her fingertip made contact. The warm breeze made by the feather immediately engulfed her. Eul can feel the gentle wind briefly caressing her cheeks, ruffling her head, brushes her hair. It feels like a certain gentle hand.

Yes, she has never been lonely, never has been since then.

He’s still here, always watching over her.

Her position switched again, and her head rested on the arms that hugged her knees. The ultimate comfort that she had received easily lulled her into slumber for that night.

Under the cold night with only the hole beneath the tree and the moon. Eul is neither cold nor alone.

“…you…whom came…tear…”

The unfamiliar voice rang out in her head waking her up, her eyes fluttered awake, blinking back the sleepiness only for her to notice there's happen to be a lot of fog currently.

Fog…with this much fog a Geata gate might happen to be nearby, Eul jokes to herself dryly. And Cethlenn might come to drag her under the request of Marleid…but that also would mean she had been gone for too long that her queen got worried. Suddenly, the jokes about her being missing were no longer amusing to her.

With the unfunny joke aside, Eul found herself unable to tell time due to how much fog there was. She was also unable to find the tall handsome man neither, but the hole seemed to be much lighter than before, it was now white instead of the grey light like yesterday. Indicate that the handsome man had been here.

“You're awake.”

Her head whipped fast towards that familiar voice.

The handsome man is there with that same big bag over his shoulder, frowning while looking at her.

She still couldn't understand him. But with context, perhaps he came up here when she was asleep, and now saying she woke up?

Eul nods as a response, hoping that was what he meant.

The good man doesn't say anything to her after that, just hands her something then continues on with his business instead.

She wonders, did she guess wrong?

Out of curiosity, Eul looks down and checks the content that the handsome man gave her.

It's beef steak and bacon cream pasta.

She can tell it’s something just freshly made just for breakfast too.

He really is a good human, Eul has never been wrong with character judgment. Except that one time where she should have trusted Marleid’s guts.

With the food in her hands from that good man, Eul now has another dilemma.

Milletians don’t have needs for food.

There's no reason to. Their body can go for a really long time without food, and if needed, they can just visit the Soul Stream to get a new body.

She could still eat, of course, but she doesn't want to feel this young body starts to get fatter after this one dish.

She also doesn't want to waste this perfectly good dish neither, and by extension, being rude to that good handsome human.

In the end, Eul swallowed back her tears internally and took the first bite. She feels like taking a trip to the Soul Stream and talks with Nao anyway. Fortunately, her connection to the Soul Stream is still going strong.

The tenderness that melted on her tongue and the rich creamy sauce, whoever made this dish must be an amazing chef.

The sudden loud, continuous words in an unfamiliar language jumpscared her a little out of her trance. Quickly, Eul starts to devour the whole thing before turning over to see the commotion out of curiosity.

That mysterious voice is ranting the handsome man’s ears off.

If Eul ever laments over not understanding the good human before, the unending rambling of that strange voice after that bag of bread makes it worse now. Even if it's a conversation it has for that man alone, she still wants to eavesdrop on what it says.

And then, a new fascinating sight took place. Her eyes widened in surprise and panic as she saw it rush straight and went to his heart.

Eul stands up immediately, but the sight of the good human isn't in pain calms her down slightly.

Only until a silver shield with a divine appearance appears in front of him that she starts to understand what is happening.

From the beginning, was he wary that she would take that secret power away from him?

The wind blew again, and the sound of rustling leaves stole her attention.

Eul did not notice before, but the dead black tree was full of vitality again. Was it when that good human gained that shield? She asked no one.

The sounds of footsteps fading away made her look back, and the sight of that handsome man retreating immediately made her start running towards him.

For Eul afraid that if she doesn't then she perhaps wouldn't see him again. After all, what goods does he need to come back to this place when he already got what he wanted.

Maybe because of her hurried footsteps that the man stopped in his tracks, and she too, stopping just near him so that they wouldn’t collide.

And then pulled out a weapon that she could do with this body for him to let her follow, puppy dog eyes.

No one could refuse a child's cuteness, could they? Even if she isn’t one.

The man only scowls, however, it seems he is immune to that power of hers.

This is quite bad, for she wouldn't be able to protect him if she couldn't go with him.

The red-haired man turns again, and she continues to follow him from behind. She will protect the good human, if it's the last thing she does. The Milletian is quite persistent after all.

Very fortunately for her, despite his height, his stride is quite easy to catch up to.

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First it was the little girl in that same dress that dampened by the morning dews, then now it's this.

“Sigh.”

Cale let out a sigh after the sight of two kittens rubbing themselves on his legs.

He couldn't do anything about these three now, except walking home with them in tow.

“Young Master, what is going on?”

Out of anything for the young deputy butler to be expected, the sight of their infamous young master coming home with two little kittens and a little girl peeking out behind him definitely is not one of them.

Hence, it's understandable for Hans, the young deputy butler, to be in a state of shock after that.

“Don’t ask stupid question and just takes them.”

Hans’ shock didn't last long, however, for it quickly turns to joy the moment Cale drops the two kittens in his arms. His mouth has a wide smile as he holding the two he claims “lovely kittens.”

“Ah, for your information, they become quiet if you give them food. The two of them are also siblings.”

The two kittens starts to flinched and looks at Cale with their golden eyes opened widely. The two starts to shake, they realized Cale has already knows.

“Excuse me?”

Not Hans, though, nor the little girl whose face slightly scrunch up, displeased about the conversations that she couldn't understand.

Cale would have moves towards Hans, but the little cold hand that grabs onto his shirt prevents him so.

The faint smell of medicinal herbs linger on the silver kitten, and the smell of beef steak and bacon cream pasta on both, which he had gave the two siblings this morning as well. It's so obvious to the young master.

Cale started to smile as he continues, recalling the siblings appearance and the kittens’ fur. It's easy for him to recognize the silver kitten must be the older sister, and the red one is the younger brother, their hair has the same color as their fur.

“We’ll talk later.”

He said towards the beast people with a bright smile, which the kittens avoid his gazes.

“…Yes?”

“Not you.”

That must have make Hans confused even more, which he doesn't seems to hide as he looks back at Cale. The other however doesn't bother to explain, instead, he simply wants to get the last problem out of the way for the day.

“Oh, and takes care of this girl too. Make sure to teach her the language.”

Cale added before Hans can leave with the kittens in arms, one of his hands reach behind the little girl and gently push her forward, so that the deputy butler can has more clear view of the black-haired girl.

The delight man’s smile frozen as his eyes came in contact with the girl’s sparkling ones.

The little girl, who seems to be around lady Lily’s height, not only wearing a damped dress but her long, wavy black hair that reached past her knees is also not in a good state. He would wondered how only the ends of her hair got dirty but he could guess why. Especially with how long those are.

Although this could be the first time ever in his life to witness a rose could actually sport that color. That definitely a dye, it must be.

“Ah yes! You can leave her in my care, young master. Along with the kittens!”

Quickly, a smiles back on the deputy butler's face as he switches to hold both kittens in one hand, and the other he gentle put on her shoulder. He then lightly pats her a few times, a motion that to means to follow him.

He notices the little girl for some reason has both confusion and hurt expressions, yet she is a very obedient girl to shift towards him.

Her hurtful gazes now directed towards the infamous young master instead, whom beginning to changes his coat.

“Are you heading back out?”

“Yes.”

The little girl soon pouts as the conversation starts again, Hans’ ever changing expressions could only provide her so much in contexts. Confusion, turns to surprise, shock then to that of pride.

Her hands clench into a fist as she has no choice but to watch the handsome human starts leaving again. The anxiety in her starts to spike up.

‘He couldn't possibly just turned me in some orphanage for adoption could he? I’m too old to be a child again! I will run away and escape!’

Then again, she has never sees an orphanage this luxurious and having even guards.

“Alright then, young miss. As much as I’d like to start our lesson. I’d have to postpone that to later after you all clean up.”

Despite understanding nothing, she nods at his words. She couldn't be a rude girl when that friendly smile is directed at her. It's easier to escape when being a nice kid after all.

Still, she couldn't say that she learned nothing. During the whole way while following the nice man, he points to objects and say them out loud. It's very obvious for her that he is teaching her some on the way to somewhere.

The lesson last until he stops in front of a wooden door, and one last teaching of the object in front of her. He turns the door knob open.

Even for a guest room, she could see how fancy it is just like the rest of the house. The big white bedsheet that she could imagine how comfy it is just to lay down on. Then from behind her, a woman in maid dress coming in, holding a small dress folded neatly on her arm. And for that one second, she recognized what this means.

In one motion, she shoves the golden wreath on her head back to the small bag on her side, then quickly starts a charade of one to notify them that she could takes a bath by herself, or tried to. But she can sees both of them didn’t understand her movements.

The maid only looks at her with polite smiles, and advances. With Hans gives her one of his own and leaves with the two kittens in hands.

Defeated, the girl’s shoulders slump, holding back a sigh as she followed them. Oh how the girl wishes she could understand.

Just as the maid prepares the hot water for her, she decides to makes it quicker and easier on the maid.

First taking off the leather around her waist, leaving it along with the small attached bag on the stool, then the dress.

‘Oh, it's damp…maybe from the morning dews? There was quite a lot of fog.’

She finally noticed now that she holds the dress in hands.

“Young miss…”

The damped dress doesn't matter though, the soft voice of the maid called out to her makes her looks up.

Her eyes which was polite and friendly, now stares at her with a gentle, slight horror and pity looks. She doesn't know someone can express that many emotions at the same time, but considering how young her own body is, she can't blame her. Not when the possibility of her not familiar with concept of Milletian exist.

Though, she bets that this will get reported to that nice man, and then the good handsome human as a result.

She wished this didn't happen, just so she could do without an explanation. But what happened already happened.

She can only holds back a sigh as the maid now slowly going around her back, just for a soft gasp escaped her lips after she lifted up her hairs to check.

She really doesn't want to explain to that good handsome man. Perhaps he will satisfied with just a very brief, one sentence explanation?

She can only blames this on her guardian. It's his fault. Yes, it's all his fault.

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3 days left until he has to leave to the capital.

Cale Henituse simply staring at the window, watching the rain continuously dropping downward, some hitting the window creating a slight rhythm sounds.

His brown eyes then gazes towards the two kittens in his room, both curling on the floor next to each other. On and Hong, he learned from them yesterday.

Soon, a knock from the door disrupted the silence tranquil sounds of rain.

“Come in.”

Immediately, the door knob turns, and the figure steps into the room reveals to be Hans. Behind him is that little girl peeking out to see.

What different however, is Cale no longer spots the golden wreath on her head anymore, nor the white-magenta dress she wore. Instead now is a grayish blue ruffled dress long enough to covered her entire legs, one of Lily’s old ones, he presumes.

“Young master.”

Hans starts, the smiles on his face seems a little forced. Seeing this, Cale can only questions.

‘Was her progress bad?’

“What’s with the face? How her progress going?”

The deputy butler brighten up, as if he recalled something good. Even the way he slapped his hand over his chest in a prideful way.

“Very exceedingly well, young master. Even just after yesterday night, she has already understand the basics, most commonly used words. A very studious child as well. She insist to holds onto the books I used to taught her, even forgo dinner altogether to learn!”

‘Forgo, he said.'

Cale Henituse’s sharp brown eyes glances back at the little girl after that report, and the receiver of that glance flinched. Even if she only understands most of what Hans said, the moment the word 'dinner’ left his mouth she can tells the meaning behind that looks of the young master. She can only tries to avoids Cale’s eyes by scooting over behind Hans, a poor attempt of using him as a shield.

‘Is the steak and pasta that I gave her the only meal she ate yesterday?’

“Tch.”

Hans’ shoulders immediately tensed up after hearing that from Cale. From one fearing his gazes, now another just waiting for the trashy young master’s attitude to surge up again like a ticking time bomb.

“That's actually a good thing, isn’t it. Then what's with the face earlier?”

What Hans expected to happen didn't comes, the deputy butler relaxes slightly. His lips, however, turns down to a frown as his eyes glances towards the little girl nervously.

Yet the little girl doesn't seems to share his sentiment. Her lips pursed into a thin line as those magenta eyes shows no discomfort.

“I’ll stay here.”

She said, and Hans took it as a clue that she could handle the topic being brought up.

Hans release a sigh that he has been holding in, occasionally throwing a worried glances her way during the explaination.

“That, young master. This happened after you assigned me to takes care of her… I sent a maid to clean her up and…young miss, why don't you head out and play with the lovely kittens instead?”

the deputy butler trails off, his eyes glances towards the little girl behind him. Even if her expressions remains neutral, the way her body keeps fidgeting, swaying side to side says enough to him.

The two kittens’ ears immediately perked up from hearing them got mentioned. Then Hong, the red kitten immediately jumped up, excitedly ran towards the long black-haired girl as though excited for a new playmate. But On seemingly walks casually up to her little brother.

And the little girl, she feels like there's been some misunderstanding is currently at play. But the moment her starry eyes lands on the two kittens coming up to her, she doesn't cares about that anymore.

The last time a cat ever came up to her demanding pet was when she was undergoing an infiltration mission after all, ignored that kitty was already a deep long held regret she has.

Between staying to hear an embarrassingly awkward report about something she doesn't cares about and playing with two kittens, she will always choose the latter with no hesitation.

The little girl wastes no time to heads to the wooden door, holds the door opens for the two cats to go ahead of her. And soon, there's only two people left in Cale’s bedroom.

“This is more out of concern than an actual issue. She actually came up to me after I tended to the two lovely kittens, after my meeting with you, young master. There was a worry looks on her face as she asked me about the little girl that you brought back.”

The little girl's presence seems to be thing that holds Hans back, as now the young deputy butler sounds more firm than the soft, uncertain tones with constant glances at her he had before.

Cale’s eyebrow's quirks up, clearly interested in where this is going, and Hans continues, whether or not he realized of the young master’s reaction.

“She said there's a long vertical scar from her navel up to her chest, and that same scar also presents on her back side. Although I was not present, and the maid doesn't has much experience in that field so I can't tell what kind of scar that is. Though she is adamant that it's not a surgical scar.”

'Something big enough to left a scar that long and it sounds more like a penetration than a single slash wound. Even if it didn't touch the heart, still…’

A frown is evident on the young master's face. Cale Henituse doesn't want to delve into that thought any longer.

'It's a miracle that she even living and walking well right now. Otherwise that girl simply isn't human.’

Soon, with nothing else to report to the young master, Hans dismissed himself. Just as his gloved hand touch on the doorknob, Cale's speak out again.

“Has she eaten yet?”

“I believe not, young master.”

“Tell her to come inside.”

“Yes.”

“And comes back here with another steak too.”

“…Yes?”

Confusion is evident on the young deputy butler's face, he sure that the infamous young master has already ate, but still going through with it nonetheless.

Cale leans back into the chair just as the door closes, his finger on the cup of lemonade that he always hate. He doesn't drink it though, simply stares until the door opens again. It was Hans, holding the door for that girl with magenta eyes, her two arms fully occupied by the two cats he took in.

Clank.

He returns the teacup to its tray when the door closed again. The two kittens seeing his eyes on the girl quickly jumps down from her arms.

Her sparkling magenta eyes paying attention to him, the concern Hans has informed him doesn't seems to affected her at all. Those eyes looks as lively as ever.

He likes that looks.

“What's your name?”

“Eul. It means owl.”

“Owl?”

“It's Eule, but I like the sound of “Eul” more.”

That's not what he meant, but Cale simply continues on with his questions.

“Where did you comes from?”

The curiosity that has been plaguing him ever since he met her. A little girl that clearly doesn't belongs to the slum, doesn't even understand Roan's language. And most of all, there's no mention about her in ‘The Birth of a Hero’. There's no way the author would not mention someone with such a striking appearance.

“Erinn.”

A name she mentioned, but Cale has no knowledge of this place ever mentioned in the novel as well, nor this body has any memory about it.

‘Perhaps it's eastern…?’

Cale thoughts then quickly dismisses that theory. There's no reason for one to travel to another continent just to comes to the slums, even more choose a place willingly without a lick of its language.

“How old are you?”

“…”

What respond to him is the dead silence from Eul, the little girl’s sparkling eyes slowly glanced down to the floor. Then, he observes how she holding out her hands, counting fingers. She holds up the first finger but then jumps to 5, opens all 5 on another hand, just so all 10 returns back into a fist. This confusion actions happened for three more times until those magenta eyes looks up at him again, this time a little bit shaken.

“…This body is 9 years old…”

‘This body?’

His eyebrows scrunched together due to her strange phrasing. Eul, a 9 years old, she said, is even shorter than his little sister Lily who is 7.

“Oh, you’re 9 then, nya?”

“A 9 years old, nya!”

The two kittens however, perks up at her.

‘They only hang out today and for a few minutes, how did they get along so fast?’

Bewildered, Cale looks on as On and Hong circling Eul, and the little girl looks down at them and nods along.

She is so much older than 9, but concept of time in Erinn is quite wonky as it is, she doesn't want to spend more time having a crisis on how she should counts her age. Thus, it's far more easier for Eul to just go along with that idea.

And his next question came, something that she already expected to come.

But it isn’t the question she expected him to say.

“Who gave you that?”

She knows what he meant, she expected him to be curious and asked what circumstances to got that wound embedded into her soul. Eul didn't expected for that's all what he cares about.

A figure of a tall man comes into her mind. His curly blond hair like the wheat field rustling by the winds. His sky blue eyes like the clear blue sky above her head, ever confined her in those earnest looks whenever he looks at her.

“This Sanctum is safer than anywhere else you could go. Here, I am with you.”

Eul remembers back then, starts from a purposeless talk about a place for respite. In that day of Alban Elved where he is available, in that Sanctum where she can meets him.

How much her heart feels so warm from his statement.

“Someone that very dear to me.”

Eul doesn't add anything else, just from her eyes Cale already knows she will not tells.

Her affection towards whoever that person is a little too much.

Her smiles quickly drop as soon as she sees a frown on Cale.

“Huh?”

She said, puzzled. But Cale doesn't humor her in. The little girl turns to looks at On and Hong, it's unfortunate that she couldn't read them well enough to understand.

The door soon knocked again, and Eul immediately turned her heads over. She would be curious of who, but Cale's words already implies a bad news for her.

“Come in. And you, Hans told me you haven’t eat anything yet.”

Eul can’t lie, her ability to lie is even worse than her secretive information collection skill and that same skill already got her scolded by her Queen and chewed out by her Guardian.

Remembering back, she feels a sudden urge to slap his smug smile just like back in that old time, he has chewed her out for her horrendous skill, yet still asked her to do that same thing again with that smug smile of his after. She really wanted to slap him then. She thought he was a mortal Danann back then. Oh how that old Eul was so wrong.

And how Altam now so conflicted to use that greatsword, the same one Talvish has skewered her with.

She couldn't answer him, and apparently ran out of time to as well. Hans already stepping in with a dish in his hand. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw how Cale quietly moves from his chair to the bed.

“Sit there.”

He said, and Hans who quickly get the memo, simply smiles and put down the freshly made plate of steak on the table. Hans, who smiling and doing what he ordered to do, and Cale who stares at her with that neutral gaze she couldn't decipher.

“I don't need to eat much.”

The girl finally found back her voice when that door closed again, and the young master's eyebrow quirked up slightly.

“I can go on for a long time without food. And eating this much will get me fat.”

“I don't see how that's a problem. Eat.”

For a moment Eul planning to speak again, but her mouth soon shut by herself. Defeated, the girl can only internally cries while munching on the delicious steak.

She sure a good normal human like Cale would in no way approves of her eating raw eggs, meats or flour instead of proper food.

And for that, she will protects him well, she swears to herself. A good human needs to live long, after all.

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“So now, what are you planning to do?”

It's finally came, the words that she nervous to hears.

The needs to protect the apparently young master aside, the past 3 days here was so cozy for her even if she spent all days in her own guest room with books of Roan’s language. Although Eul doesn't have much to compare to.

Within her years of decades of living in Erinn, she only spending the night via checking in the inn. The entire land and island her Queen gave her? The former she transformed into her own farm and the latter she lent it to be the Mercernary Group’s base, and ignore Seafra’s complaint of having to board the ship for main transportation. She doesn't knows whether that would be better for Delga or not, even though she has slight pity for her. Only slightly.

Compares the luxurious guest room with the inn with bare basic necessities to accommodate adventurers like her, is like comparing Ladeca and Eweca to Palala. The different is night and day.

“Let me stay here with you, young master!”

And the frowns on his face immediately sends Eul into a tirade of words to plead.

“I am very strong, I can protect young master well! And I have no need for food so you don’t need to feed me! I also have money to provide for myself so…!”

“You have money?”

Eul starts to put her hand inside the small strapped bag on her side, and what she pulled out is a handful of gold coins. Even if Erinn currencies is useless, then perhaps the variety of gold still holds value.

“I still have a lot more! Like these!”

The handful of golds soon got put back in, but the next thing she pulled out is a big diamond. Then a Jasper, Aquamarine, Jet, Emerald, Garnet,…All stays in a consistent size of 10cm.

Cale can only be stupefied at the amount of gemstones she shows before stuff it back in that small bag of hers.

‘Why was she at the slums then?’

Eul can guess that's what the young master thinking about with that expression.

She herself did not realized it was the slum when she landed, only comes to term as she looking at her surrounding while trailing behind the young master at that time.

She really should have paid more attention before choosing a place to rest and de-summon her cloud.

“Do you know what's the value of those things?”

“Uh…500 thousand gallon…for a diamond?”

Cale's hand reaches up to his nose bridge.

“Sigh. Fine, you can stay.”

Her heart was about to take a nosedive then leaps of joy.

"Eul here with us!”

“You’re coming with us tomorrow too, then?”

“You’ll be the safest, young master!…huh?”

Her joys quickly died down and turns to confusion as her mind starts to process On’s words, those starry magenta eyes staring at Cale, wanting an explanation.

“The crown is hosting a big event, which is why we need to head to the capital tomorrow.”

Of course, Eul doesn't remember Eirawen ever hosted an event, either it hasn’t happened or she did a long time ago. But whenever those Tara nobles starts a party, she always has a duty to attend whether she likes to or not.

Even if Eul was there for a short time in order to find Cowenna, she does not like those pretentious party one bit.

Sometimes she admires Llywelyn’s wit to handle himself at those kind of events. Although he expressed that he himself enjoys gathering information from those nobles.

But that beside the point.

“Let me go with you too!”

And with that, another sigh comes out of Cale.

In that night, it's the very first time Eul actually uses the comfy bed to its full potential. Sleeping. She hasn’t slept even once ever since she came here, and she glad that no one in this household able to find out about that fact. All of those nights was spent on her learning Roan language as fast as possible. That's alright for her, a Milletian, of course. She used to spent days practically living in the dungeons after all.

“You, who came to this world through that tear…uninvited…”

If only that unfamiliar voice doesn't comes again, even if she gets a face to go along this time. Bronze skin, shiny white hair and very tall, he looks to be quite handsome.

She glads that his very first words didn't start with: “Can you hear me?” at the very least.

“You are…quite interesting, I have never meet someone who had as many death date as you…How many times had you died?”

“I have lost count long ago…although 10 at the minimum.”

Despite his black eyes that seems like a void, she can sees the confliction in it, somehow.

Then here's Eul, who replied as if it's just a fact.

Death means nothing to her kind after all. Their soul already bound to the Soul Stream. They can simply make themselves a new body to reside in, or have Nao make one for them. There's no point for them to count their death, it's as normal as one doesn't remember what they have for breakfast.

Yet those 10 deaths that Eul remembers to get the minimum bar. It's simply something she can't forget.

Her two deaths of being hacked into two by Glas Ghaibhleann, her five deaths by the hands of her now Guardian, her two deaths under Ruari’s hands, and one in an event where she doesn't want to recall.

It's too painful to do so.

Yet only her and Talvish remember now, and that certain God too.

An event that no longer exist thanks to her Guardian rewound back time.

“It must be very painful.”

His empathy took her breath away, her eyes shakes slightly.

Just because Milletian keep coming back from death, doesn't means they don’t feel pain.

She remembers how painful it is for her body to suddenly became light and painful, she remembers the terrified feelings where she no longer feels her legs or her arms doesn't attached to her body. The way her heart beats when she immobile on the floor and all she can do is watch the figure of Glas Ghaibhleann running towards her.

“There are things more painful than death.”

The wooden desk is suddenly more interesting for her to looks at now instead of the man in front of her.

Her five deaths didn't hurt as much as the agonizing Talvish was in, it didn't hurt as much as how he looks so much like another certain blond that she used to know in that moment, her first friend beside Nao.

Her two deaths against Ruari…, she feels more helpless and pity than painful. Until the very end she always wished that fate should have been kinder to him.

“Still, I believe we’re going out of subject here. Why did you reaching out to me?”

Eul recovered from vulnerability in mere seconds, she looks back at the God again, her magenta eyes keeping calm, as if his previous statement is nothing.

“You’re not at all surprising to see me.”

And in response to that, God of Death stated.

“You aren't the first one that called out to me in dream. And beside, I already heard you once.”

“Right, whoever that was quite protective of you. And you haven't sleep at all, I have no other means to contact you until now.”

A smiles unconscious on Eul’s lips as she knows the fugue he mentions, her heart feels all warm again knowing he really by her side that time.

Until his next words left her all confused, that is.

“Us gods cannot interfere with humans affairs directly, so it's best that you don't involve too much into it as well.”

She remembers back about Findias’ fate and the chain of events that happened due to the Gods’ meddlings, yet one question remains.

“And how is this relate to me?”

“You have the power that rivaled that of a God. There are multiple Gods’ power you are currently possesses, am I wrong?”

Her eyes shakes, in the silence that Eul doesn't respond, that reaction has said enough to him.

“You might not be a god, but your power might as well be.”

“Protecting just one person, does that already too much involvement?”

Eul already wants this conversation to be over, she doesn't want to hear a no. Her whole purpose for strength go against this idea.

The God simply smiles, and with one last words. The scenery changes back to a familiar bed room where she last in. That man is no longer anywhere in sight.

And Eul, who slowly turns her head and stares at the big window, the vast sky is still paint in a dark color. She woke up even before the sun manages to rise.

The usual positive girl doesn't reflect back from that window’s glass but instead is a contemplative look, an expression that hasn’t shown on her even once here.

“Too much safeguarding will only prevent one’s growth.”

Ladeca and Eweca: The two moons in Erinn. Ladeca the blue large moon with Eweca to be red and the smaller one.

Palala: Erinn’s sun

Tara: The biggest town and also the capital of Aliech Kingdom of Uladh(one of the continents in Mabinogi).

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After Eul’s meeting with a certain God last night, she doesn't feel like to go back to bed any longer. Her room is still dark. Eul looks to the big door, a dilemma going off in her head whether to explore or be a good “child” and pretends to sleep until everyone else start their days.

Eventually, her adventurer instinct as a Milletian prevails. Her hands immediately reach to the doorknob and turns it open.

The past 3, or 4 days now, Eul has not gone anywhere beside her guest room and Cale's bed room (where he refused to let her go on a day without at least one meal and checks on her progress) Thus her curiosity towards the very big house has been stronger ever since.

“Young miss can't sleep?”

She doesn't realize this house can be so scary.

The sudden voice of an old man almost made Eul jumps out of her skin.

All she had took is a glimpse to the dark hallway until an old man in a butler outfit spotted her.

She had saw him before on her way to young master's bedroom. “Ron” Cale called him.

“It's already morning.”

“The sun hasn't come up yet, hence it's still night. Young miss need to get as much rest as possible.”

Unable to refute back the scary butler’s words. Eul can only puff up her cheeks before bid him goodnight and go back into her room. Ignore the small chuckles beyond the now closed door.

Helplessly, Eul plops down on the bed face down before rolls over. Staring at the ceiling isn't her favorite pastime, but it's the only thing she can do now.

That and contemplating over the God of this world’s words, she supposed.

Erinn from the start always have the gods meddlings in. Like children who just got their hands on a new toy and starting fights, the very first two she can put fingers in is Morrighan and Cihol.

The former kicking out Fomor race to invite the human race she favors to Erinn, the latter gets mad and starts wars to kill off all humans to get back the land for Fomor. It all just go on like it's some turn-base battle with one trying to one up the other...

All that conflicts can only accelerate that Findias’s Fate in Erinn. And it might meet the same end as that city.

Eul wants to go back to Erinn, soon. So many friends she holds so dear, and her Guardian.

She frowns, then sits up. The dress that was once covered her entire legs now looks shorter than before, but she doesn't cares. The God’s last words always echoed in her mind.

“Too much safeguarding will only prevent one’s growth.”

‘Too much…then how much is moderate?’

There were no middle ground for her, it’s either training a single skill until she couldn't anymore or doesn't possess such skill in the beginning.

The amount of times she sent herself to the verge of death to train her abilities to the fullest, or her dubious medicinal consumption that led to overdose instead of resting.

That extreme has always work out in her favors, whom now everyone in Erinn questioned in the existence of things that she couldn’t do.

Moderate…is something that doesn't exist in her vocabulary, and now it here as a challenge.

She buries her head to her knees, just like back then when the two first meet.

The thing stood out to her the most that time was his red haired and his reddish-brown eye.

Just like Ruari.

The man who got lied to and thought his goddess betrayed him, who thought his friends has all died that time, who lost his sick little brother by her own ignorant hands, whose entire existence is just a sacrifice, a deal made by his greedy father.

Whom strayed too far of a path, and sacrifice his own existence for his last friend’s second life.

If Tarlach can get a second life out of the goddess’s pity. Why can't he?

Why can't she atone for being a contributor to his end by protecting his look-a-like?

She wants to protect Cale, to make up how she failed Ruari’s life.

Just like how she reached for her now Guardian despite her five deaths to make up how she couldn't save Tarlach.

“Ah…”

Eul let out a small gasp suddenly, her feet touch the floor as the girl quickly dash over to the closet for a nice clothes before heading to the bathroom to change.

After a quick wash for her face and a nice change of clothes, Eul glanced back at the dress she left before close the bathroom’s door.

She hopes the servant doesn't notice a tiny damp spot on that nice dress.

There's nothing for her to do beside scenery-watching from the window. She usually go on through a few dungeon runs whenever she free like this.

‘At the very least there's no more rain for today.’

She stares lazily through the window, leaning her head against the windowsill. Then those magenta eyes widen when a white carriage rolling in. The gold symbol of turtle only made it looks even more fancy in her eyes.

The carriage meaning that it's time to head to the capital. She glad she has chosen a nice clothes for this occasion. Event hosted by the crown must be special event, after all.

Eul doesn't comes down through normal means, no. The little girl opens the window and jumps down from there.

The people below let out a shout in surprise and panic, their eyes wides as a plate staring at her even after she lands perfectly on her two feet.

Eul doesn't pay attention though, she only runs towards the carriage and admires the details on the clean white paint.

She has never rode a carriage before. Her excitement shows so clearly now that she looking at one.

Then, it was as if she got an idea of something. Eul jumps on top of the carriage, sitting at the edge looking down whilst swinging her dangling feet.

“What the heck?”

Her magenta eyes locks with his reddish-brown ones.

“Young master, this spot is really comfortable! Can I-”

“No, get down here.”

The smiles on Eul’s face quickly transformed into a sulk, she pushed herself off the edge and lands on the ground right after.

The young master simply looks at her, surprise.

“You grown taller.”

‘Ah, right.’

Milletian has rapid aging as a side effect.

“I just aged.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m 10 now.”

She can sees her young master's eye twitch.

He can't refute her claim though, because she clearly grows to 130 cm.

“Do you like me to go back being 9?”

“…How did you get up there?”

Cale who seems like doesn't want to answer that question, starts to change subject.

“I jumped.”

Eul, who accepted that, but her answer doesn't seems to makes it any better for him.

“You jumped…?”

“She jumped up by herself, Cale-nim. After she jumped down from the second floor.”

‘She what?’

Eul can guess what his thought is just from the bewildered face he making towards another person that joins in conversation. Then turns towards the second floor, to the window that clearly left opens and the servants below who crank their necks up.

That young black-haired man reminds her of Seafra somewhat, handsome but more in softer feature.

From him, to the window she jumped out from, now he turns back to her, frowning.

“Next time comes down the normal way, through the stairs and the door.”

“Yes…young master.”

Once again, Eul pouts. There's no fun for her at all.

Cale only nods at her response, just for his face to turns odd when he witness the inside of the carriage.

“Why is it that their seat is better than my seat?”

Out of curiosity, Eul leans in to takes a look.

On and Hong were sitting leisurely on the soft cushion.

“Young master, shouldn't our precious cats travel comfortably on this trip? They are so small and precious.”

Eul who stares blankly, not understanding why that's even a problem to fix. She remembers the first time she starts commerce in Erinn was walking on her own legs from town to town with goods on her back then later on carrying a cart.

At the very least both her friends are comfortable.

She doesn't catch the glance her young master was throwing in her way, until he speaks up.

“Go in.”

Doesn't want to say anything back, as they both has been there long enough when they supposed to move the moment the carriage arrived. Eul simply listen and step inside, with Cale follows soon after.

That is if he didn't stop by that “Seafra-similar”

“Is it okay for me to not be in the same carriage protecting you?”

‘Not only that “Seafra-similar” has such soft feature, even his voice is too. So different than Seafra.’

“…is there…”

The man only nods as Cale's response, then his dark eyes lands on her.

Instantly, Eul let out a confident smile as she pat her own chest. Protecting the young master in the same carriage, he will be the safest as long as she beside him.

That man let out a small smile seeing that.

‘Ah,’ upon that sight Eul can only thought, ‘he looks even softer with that smile.’

“With her here, I guess I don’t need to worry about you much, Cale-nim.”

Single statement explicit different response from many others around.

Eul who seems proud and satisfied on his assessment, On and Hong looks at her with curiosity, Cale who looks doubtful, and Hans who appears to be clueless.

“I don't think this is your spot.”

Eul doesn't likes how that guy came over and ruins the moment of “Seafra-similar”’s smile. Even more with the clear looks of disdain towards him.

The superiority similar to the passive-aggressive of those high ranking Tara nobles towards lower rank ones.

She doesn't likes those nobles, and she decides she doesn't likes him neither.

And finally, with the carriage door closed, it's time to officially moving.

Milletian: Travelers from the stars. Foreigners who came to Erinn through the Soul Stream. In simplified term they're souls with body woven from stardust to interact with the world. Thus age, gender, and race meanings nothing as they can simply shape their body however they wish.

Soul Stream: The first place Milletian reached before entering Erinn, where the Milletian’s body got made. It's a floating space between dimensions.

Rapid aging: This I used to think it to be game-mechanic only, but then Saga chapter happened and Ruari who managed somehow to step foot in the Soul Stream off-screen, and then aged rapidly through short time that Tarlach almost didn’t recognize him. (Yes, I actually keeping track of the time and date to make sure Eul actually age in them.)

Danann: Short for ‘Tuatha de Danann’, a huma clan that lives in Erinn and also currently the majority.

Erinn: The world Mabinogi is in, a failed, incomplete paradise that's supposed to be free of cold, hunger, and pain. Although it supposed to be a paradise, it didn’t free from conflicts stern from desires and unending greed.

Geata: A magical gateway contained in an ancient underground temple that able to teleport one to desired location.

Findias’s Fate: A calamity that befell Findias, a city of the gods, due to conflicts among them. The source later became known as Findias’s Fate

Fomor: A race made up of non-humans (Imp, Kobold, etc)

Nao: Soul Stream Guide and a sole resident of Soul Stream aside Milletians occasionally came to visit.

Eirawen: Queen of Aliech Kingdom of Uladh, forced to rose to position after the assassination of former King, her father, by a Milletian.

Marleid: (Former name:???) Queen’s Royal Guard. Used the name of the missing kid who saved her back when she was a child labor before found by a rescue team.

Cethlenn: (Former name: Marleid) Used to be one of Order of the Black Moon’s officers. But thanks to the Queen's favorable towards Marleid, he got spared via fake execution and forever watching over Geata, unable to step foot outside of underground temple. Has a soft spot towards Marleid.

Order of the Black Moon: A secret cult under Hymerak, God of Freedom, with its main goals is carried out their wills through apocalypse to Erinn.

Cowenna: A low rank noble’s daughter. She refused to participate in the usual nobles pretentious part for rank and more into being a swordsman. Her talent lands her into joining an association that no normal person can fit criteria.

Seafra: one of members of Windstride Mercenary Group, got terrible seasick after sailed a boat of an inexperienced young man during his adventure with Eul. He detest boarding a ship again ever since.

Delga: Implied to be the last kind of “Fir Bolg” human, she used to travel with Windstride Mercenary Group before breaks away to do her own thing. The island that her ancestors found when looking for their new life abandoned and now became Eul’s island, which she later lend it to be Windstride Mercenary Group’s base.

Llywelyn: The oldest son of a neutral, influential noble household. He blends in the noble society as a way to collect information both for a secret knight organization his family been in for generations and maintains his status standing.

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“It seems that Milletian made quite an impact on you. I was quite surprised when you turned back time for them before, but this is even beyond that.”

In a space of nowhere, a rare meeting of two entities had already happened.

“For a being like them who had done so much for Erinn, wouldn't this makes for an amazing gift? Beside, you had a part in this too.”

In response to the formless entity, he simply smiled. A polite, empty smile that didn't quite meet his blue eyes.

The silence overtook the space for a moment. That empty smile didn’t leave his lips as those sky-blue eyes stared into the empty air in front of him, at the entity that held no form. And in a beat, the formless entity spoke again, their indifferent tone holding a faint disbelief at their own realization.

“I should have expected that from you. I should have be suspicious when you strike a deal with me regarding their fate in The Final Night.”

His empty, polite smile from before now seemingly appeared more calculating, like a tactician who had surrounded their enemies since the beginning, a chess player who had already checkmated his opponent.

“Regardless of my interference, the result of it is entirely depend on them. Your little test had proved that.” The sky-blue eyes of his quirked up slightly, as though smiling. “Plus, You’re God of Secomd Chances, as well. Our deal doesn't became invalid just because of an unlisted clause.”

“That deal aside, I have some curiosity to sated. Why would a Guardian like you do this much for one Milletian? This wasn't even in his will.”

“As I said, just a gift for my old friend. You could see it as an apology gift.” Despite Hymerak having no form, he could feel the sigh, the eyes closing down, and the resignation from what he had just repeated.

“Just a simple gift that got me to look through the other worlds’ timeline for you to pick a group that fits your criterias to be their family…Fine then, I have already fulfilled the deal of ours.” The empty smile stayed on his lips until he sensed Hymerak’s presence was no longer there.

Then, the empty space surrounding him shifted into a scenery he knew well; the clear light blue sky above him, the broken remnants of the temples, the stone pavement beneath him, the sight of nature slowly overtaking the broken pillars and stone steps.

A short, soft breath escaped his lips as it lifted into a smile. Even without looking, he knew the familiar tree was behind his back, surrounded by a fount of holy water, embracing the gigantic hooded statue with wings and bore only one singular red apple. His blue eyes stared longingly at the open coffin of himself. The sight of Eul sitting on its edge, dangling their legs, still didn’t seem that long ago, not for him.

He remembered clearly the conversation they had before in this very same Sanctum, his cradle, the place of his birth.

“What does having a family feel like?”

They had asked as they nonchalantly sat on the open casket of his, those starry magenta eyes as dazzling as themselves while looking down at their dangling legs.

That was the first time he had seen them take on the form of a nine years old. He had seen them take on many appearances before; sometimes they possessed blue hair, sometimes green eyes, and they had even once been in the body of a male when they first came to Erinn. But never a form this young and small.

“What you seek is not my answer, isn't it? For you already got that answer during your numerous adventures.”

“What you want is to experience that feeling, to actually belong in one.”

He watched as their legs immediately went limp, the way their magenta eyes dimmed slightly, and the subtle finger fidgeting as they tapped on the edge of his casket didn’t escape his eyes. He knew his old friend well, knew their habits as he occasionally checked in from afar the moment their feet stepped on Erinn.

He could have simply waited for them to speak; it was already something he always did. Time was something he always had. Yet, the white wings that he deliberately curved down ruffled.

“I don’t remember my life before I came to Erinn…” they said, soft like a whisper. His shoulders relaxed slightly, his earnest eyes only looking forward as they continued on. “I don’t remember what my parents are, how our days be likes, everything back in my home all just a blur in my memories. And yet whenever I tried to recall, there's a pit in my feeling that constantly ached until I stopped…”

Their long white hair tied into a ponytail swayed as those magenta eyes turned to glance up at him, and all he could offer back was the sincere, gentle smile like always. His hands loosely clasped at his waist, fingers relaxed and softly overlapping, like that of a prayer from a devotee. And perhaps that was all they needed to continue. The magenta eyes returned to the stone pavement, tracing the old cracks in between.

“…Caoimhin, the navigator of the ship in Port Connous, always looking for a cure for his adopted daughter. Bryce, too, the bank manager in Bangor also really worries about sick Ibbie. Mari, no, Nao also had both father and mother that cared for her a lot…Somehow, their relationship make me feel envious…”

He looked on, watching as they inhaled a breath in deeply only to release it in a sharp, short burst of air. They smiled at him before excusing themselves, saying they needed to help a nun in Tir Chonaill with her work.

He knew his old friend well, and the gentle smile slipped off his face as he watched their figure call forth their mount and dash away toward the exit of the Sanctum. His white wings ruffled again.

For his old friend who had no family nor memories of one, yet yearned for it, an idea came to him. A perfect gift for someone who held such a human heart despite everything.

Then he moved, hovering toward the coffin he was supposed to have lain in before. His fingers delicately brushed the edge, the space where he remembered the faint warmth from where Eul had sat.

From what Hymerak had observed, from how that red-haired man treated his family, the Guardian couldn’t have asked for a better result.

Suddenly, Cale felt a shiver running down his spine, an imaginary burden has just dropped onto him somehow. The rabbit stew next to him is even less appetizing than before.

His loss of appetite doesn't last long, however, Beacrox soon came to his rescue with a plate of highest quality beef steak. And Cale finds himself smiling with a newly regained appetite, excitedly ignored the lemonade that brought up by Ron, the unexplained chills from before, and.

Clang!

The clashes of metal that echoed so strongly.

For a moment Cale let himself to be blissfully ignorant about the spar that's happening between Choi Han and the young girl named Eul. He doesn't know how Eul managed to convince Choi Han to do so, but for Choi Han who at the start hesitate to point the blade at her direction, now turns to a series of blows, sword clashing sword instead.

He had asked Eul back in the carriage, before they got interrupted by the bandits that soured her moods, about her capabilities.

And that's how he found out the little girl that adamant to be his bodyguard has a very high possibility to be a non-human.

A non-human that's apparently can shapeshift, already mastered all type of weapon, has combat and strength to go toe-to-toe with Choi Han.

Cale wonders, just what has he brought with him.

“If everyone has finished eating, we will start our evening training session soon!”

While eating the steak, Cale looks back towards the knights after the Vice Captain's loud announcement.

‘The knights definitely fired up from the spar that they just witnessed.’ He concluded, already reached over to his rabbit stew, his eyes then drift over to the empty bowl next to him. Recalled back how Eul only devoured hers down in one second just to not be seen as rude.

At the beginning he has always sees her as a young girl that wants to maintain her figure, but after her words in the carriage, Cale can only ponders over if there's something else about her lack of appetite.

The Final Night: The last, most unstoppable destruction event that Order of the Black Moon orchestrated for Erinn’s end. The closest meaning in Lotcf term…it's like if Cale been forced against his will to kill his entire family. It's…yikes…

His: the aforementioned is Aton Cimeni, an omnipotent god that's Erinn’s creator, also the Guardian’s creator.

Bangor: a mining town that located at the border of the mountains.

Port Connous: built as the Elves’ harbor to trade with the humans overseas.

Summoning system: the mounts linked with the Milletians through the connection of the Soul Stream. The mounts is not a Milletians like them despite that shared similarities. (I used to debate over whether or not to include pets in or scrapped it off as just game mechanic, but then the explanation of them have a link to the Soul Stream is good enough.)