>>6185877<span class="mu-s">Seo-Yun</span>
Seo-Yun stared at the two papers in front of her and felt the cold steel of the knife in her hand. Seo-Yun stared at her future, contemplating a decision that would direct the rest of her life. One paper would sign her away to harsh training and eventual recruitment into the Inquisition, a life of toil and duty to a country she couldn’t care less about. The other would banish her to isolation in a remote cabin on the frontier, a gilded cage with few modern amenities she still craved and even fewer social attachments. Her time was up; she had stalled too long, and now she had to make a choice written in blood, or else her life would be at stake. Later, she found that it would be the easiest decision of her life.
<span class="mu-s">Catherine</span>
“What do you mean they’re next to worthless!” The noblewoman screams at the merchant who has just docked at Ivern’s port.
“Well, my lady,” the old and sea-hardened captain stutters to the younger woman. “They are just flowers,” he sheepishly says.
“Just flowers!” She screams, “Last week, they were worth over fifty gold a petal! Do you know how many of these things we planted?! We even hired dryads to tend to the new farm!”
“M-maybe you could see about selling them to that flower shop in town?” The captain replies half-heartedly.
He receives nothing but the wails of a rather unlucky noble. He will praise the Goddess later that night, thankful that he at least kept his job.
<span class="mu-s">Clarice</span>
“It’s still so hard to believe the princess was here,” The girl says to her father as they lift one of the wooden tables back into place after it flew out the window during last night's bar fight. A common occurrence at their establishment, seeing as the Adventurer’s guild sits in the same building.
“Aye, to that one. I’ll be getting free advertising for the next decade at least!” Her father bellows out a laugh as they set the table down. “Shame what happened to the poor lass, though,” he suddenly said with a more solemn tone. “Maybe I should see about getting the Inquisition here to give out Strange Quests? I’d love to crack a few of their skulls myself, and sure, the boys would, too. I’ll be givin’ more of my paycheck to the church at least, that’s for sure.”
Her father’s hostility makes sense seeing what the cause was for the princess to visit their establishment. Even Clarice herself still feels dirty when she thinks about that event, those thoughts are usually followed by a helping of alcohol. But as the looks out the broken window towards the builders working on repairing the not-so-distant palace and thinks back to the woman who saved her, “I’m sure she’s going to be all right, Dad. No way anything keeps that woman down for long.”
