>>6103626>“I have no idea where you’ve been getting these ridiculous ideas from, but no, that is not the case. Touching a Heroes Relic will not cause you to ‘shrink’. It's actually the opposite. If you handle a Relic without a Crest of any kind, you’re liable to turn into a Demonic Beast. Or a ‘Terror’, as I hear you people call them.”Not that something like that was likely to happen. Most of the Heroes Relics were locked up in a vault somewhere in Garreg Mach. Several unique Crests were lost forever after their bearers were killed during the Unification War, and with no one left to effectively wield those ancient weapons, the Archbishop deemed it safer that they be sealed away. Only special exceptions were made, such as for House Charon and Gloucester.”
Cassius looks taken aback. “I…had no idea. You must understand that barring the last few years, Morfis has been an isolationist nation. We hardly ever received news of Fodlan. And that news which we did receive could be…suspect at best. I had a feeling that some of my beliefs may have been misguided. But I’d recently had them confirmed by another contender whom I’d only just spoken with. To think that man would lie to me so brazenly…”
>So Cassius was just gullible? “Who told you these ridiculous things?”Cassius grimaces. “Klement was his name. Of the von Bergliez family. Apparently a great one from Fodlan. He didn’t strike me as being as strong as the others that I’d mentioned, but he seemed friendly enough, and was willing to speak with me for a time. I can’t believe he’d lead me down the wrong path though…”
Now here was someone you knew well, and unfortunately, Cassius’ estimation couldn’t be further from the truth. Klement was a former housemate of yours during your time at the Officer’s Academy. A fellow Black Eagle, and heir to House Bergliez, which boasted one of the strongest militaries in Fodlan. Klement was a debauched sort, who knew how to keep a low profile. He could disarm anyone with a simple joke and a smile. He coasted during his time at the Academy, preferring to lay about and enjoy simple pleasures. But you knew well he was a dangerous sort, who also happened to possess the Crest of Cichol. Evidently, he was still playing the part of a fool, and managed to pull one over on this man.
>“Tell me, I’ve heard mention of a ‘Cult of the Serpent’ that resides here in Morfis? What could you tell me about them?” You had to admit, it was interesting. There weren’t any cults in Fodlan that you knew of. Cassius, who by now was as inebriated as you, and had been moping in his drink after having discovered he’d been tricked, seems to perk up after hearing your question. “Oh, them. It’s complicated. You’d need a whole history lesson on Morfis for that one…”
>“Just tell me the good parts.” 