>>6098813Questions rush towards your lips, too many for any of them to spill past your mouth. You can only feel the grass touch the exposed skin of your arms — <span class="mu-i">oh no, Rubida’s work is getting all dirty,
</span> complains a distant part of your mind — as the wind plays with your silver hair.
Carnaval’s golden eyes linger over your head.
“You carry a mighty curse, Argia Candente. I did not desire for it to trouble you any more than it already had. I was careless, and I wish to extend my apologies.”
“I— no, this is—” you reach for Master’s hood to wrap it over your head, but the Angel was just being considerate was she? She did not ask you to cover yourself. At least you certainly hope so. “No apologies required.”
“It is not so,” she sighs. “Nevertheless, you and your companions have shown remarkable progress and astounding resilience before evil. You faced a great and ancient tumour upon the face of this world, and you excised it.”
“Y-Yes,” you agree. “All of us. Soralisa and Rubida and Salicera.” A pause. “I gave some help.”
Your Master chuckles.
“Your Master believes your contribution was much more substantial than ‘help’, Argia Candente. So does everyone else who was there with you, as far as I could gather.”
You jolt.
“You s-spoke with the others?”
“Nay,” she replies with a smile. “There is Another who could inform me of that.”
Oh.
<span class="mu-i">Oh.</span>
[cont.]