>>6206239Sure, you didn’t see why not. The Spear of Chulainn was nice, but its greater abilities were locked to you without the Crest of Ernest (Formerly Leviathan) anyway. If it would help Eman to rally the other cultists to your cause, then all the better.
>“Penelope, I grant you the Spear of Chulainn. You shall be my greatest warrior. Use this weapon to defend the lives of those who worship the Goddess!”“Yay!” Penelope squeals. She’d already been holding onto the spear after it had dropped from Ahmose, and you would have admittedly felt a bit bad to tear her away from it. “Thank you, Tristain. I’ll do my best. Here, you can have this. I don’t need it anymore.”
>You receive Devil Axe! (+21 ATK, -20 HP when used)>“Uhh…thanks.” You didn’t really want this, but thought it would be rude to decline in front of everyone. Hopefully you could just dispose of it at some point when no one was around.Several Scorchers and Almyrans return back to camp. In tow with them are a large group of disheveled looking people. Men, women and children who had been taken from their homes to be morphed into Demonic Beasts. By choosing to deploy to the field rather than barricade in Hima, you were able to save these poor villagers from the fate that had befallen their neighbors. You could feel good that you had done the right thing by them. Shortly thereafter, Eman and his cultists leave for their home. Their relations with the Scorchers had improved tremendously, and the two groups seemed to have considerably warmed to each other.
After their departure, you accompany the Scorchers and Almyrans back to Hima. As you enter through its gates, you are met with thunderous applause by the townsfolk. Those who inhabit the town’s upper tiers shower you with flowers and shouts of adoration. You’d never experienced anything like this before, and you found it all extremely pleasant. So this is what it was like to return somewhere a hero. You’d never have had this sort of reception if you’d stayed in Fodlan.
That night, a great feast is held in honor of Hima’s victory at the Sleeping Dragon. Almyrans, Scorchers and your own party are in attendance, revelling in the aftermath of the hard fought battle. The townsfolk who’d so previously shunned you and thought you nothing more than a foreign brute are now lining up to have a word with the man who saved them from invasion and tamed the famed white wyvern. Tearing away from the throng of women who wish to acquaint themselves with you, you find yourself next to none other than Uriyan the Warlord.
“I am impressed, Lord Tristain. Most impressed!” Uriyan says, clapping you on the back. “I wanted that white wyvern for myself. But before I could even turn around, you’d already slain the enemy commander. I knew you were strong, but to dispatch him so quickly!”
