"You see, little boy, you need to get close to a member of the messianic sect. Tharja doesn't count, of course," says the man.
Here standing upon me lies the spy, or the informant, or whichever you want to call it. He speaks with boredom while he looks around, yawning while sitting on my chair in my very own room.
"So, in other words, speak with someone affiliated to them?"
He shrugs as he absent-mindedly starts checking out my journal, before returning it back to its place. The foreign letters received with a dull surprise as it's reception, and just throwing back to the table without a single care. Someone likes to pick through other people's stuff without permission, it seems.
"Yes, anyone at this point will work, even if they are the lowest member of the entire cult," the spy says matter of factly. "I don't care. Anymore inaction will only lead to more trouble down the line for our plans." A boorish tone to his voice, while I gaze at him.
The spy ignores the glare I give to him, choosing to look around the dungeon instead.
"Our plans?" I mutter.
He looks at me incredulously, as if the question didn't register for him. Or maybe he didn't hear me at all.
"Did you say anything?" He asks. He forgoes whatever he's doing, besides scrambling through my stuff for things to blackmail me with, as he now gazes back at me with an imperative mood.
"Nothing at all," I say. "But what about my part in this whole ordeal?"
He starts to blink at the question, the confusion married to his face. Is he really that oblivious?
"Do you mean the glory of Plegia returning to the rightful ruler of this place?" The spy answers with the utmost ignorance and naivety.
Are you kidding me? Please don't tell me he's serious. Oh boy, this will be a lovable fella to work with. What a pain.
"Are you serious?" I say.
"What do you mean? Isn't the glory of Plegia the most important thing in this world?" he adds.
Why do I even try? How can one respond to such a baffling answer? Is self-awareness not in the curriculum of being a spy in Plegia? Or did they contract the first guy they saw and rolled with it?
"Well, I can't see all this glory when there is someone who has been wishing for my death for a long time," I say.
Now the realization comes to his face, and then he frowns.
Such a lovable companion!
"Oh, that…," he says. "I'm working on it. Information isn't something that you get in just one day. Be patient and do your job accordingly, and you will be paid handsomely."
Filho da puta! They want to get on my nerves too!? Calm down, it isn't the first time I'm dealing with people not caring. One. Two. Three. Inhale and exhale.
"Well, how can you certify that? After all, I'm only a stranger and this isn't the first time someone tried to deceive me."
"Words, words, and words. For a foreigner, you seem to spew so much nonsense, or rather because you are one. As I said before, you do your part and I will do mine. Understandable?"
How Calm down! I'm going to look like a spoiled brat if any of the contents of my mind spill out of my brain and into my body. But a spoiled brat is what I am, isn't it?
"Well, of course. After all, I have been doing tasks for other people for a long time." Tharja, mother, friends. How many tasks have I been doing for other people at this point? Well, does Reflet count? Well, whatever. I will be his task-boy for a while. It isn't like it's been my life for a long time. Oh wait.
The informant raises his head and points to me with his index fingers as he starts to smile. "More like it. But before we can go any further, please show me the blade."
"Okay." With my palm, I bring the dagger towards the man at a snail's pace, my hands covering most of the details, acting more like an offering of something majestic like the holy grail rather than a simple dagger which reflects in all its silver glory, while the red stone encrusted into the metal shine by torches. A faint source of lighting rather than a magical lightning bulb.
The spy looks almost hypnotized as he pays attention only to the blade, like he just found one of the seven wonders of the world. Then, with the brusque force of a weak man and the innocence of a wolf, I remove it from his sight in an instant, breaking the spell possessing the man.
Then he screams at me.
"But you only showed me a glance! How am I supposed to find-"
"I only did what I was asked, that's it."
A small strain appears on his neck, then the rest of his nerves start popping out. The spy's almost fuming at such a response, while my face remains like a rock amidst such annoying acts from him.
"You! Properly show me the blade, then!"
I sigh. By repeating the same movement, the whole status quo of reactions appears again with the strike of the most uncomfortable of Deja Vu stalking into the visage and sense, a loop of inconsquential actions that makes me feel, at best, nauseous.
"Here it is," I tell him. The hypnosis comes back to the man once again, and then I get the blade in my hand out of his sight and point it back again to my body. And then again, he snaps and stares back at me, twitching his eye at his lost treasure.
"Hey! Why do you keep taking it away?!"
At such an inane question, the sole action worthy of such a stupid and downright irritating spy is to shrug and take it as if it was nothing. Also, to say the man is now fuming would be an understatement of an eleventh degree.
"I only did what you asked, and besides I have your task to do," I tell him. "I'll see you after that is done."
The informant almost jumps on me, but by the force of laziness or trying to hide any semblance of his true opinion, he holds onto the chair while trying to limit his twitchiness to the bare minimum. Something that without a shadow of a doubt, the spy isn't capable of.
"Then do it for once. We will talk later," he responds like a wolf trying to appear like a sheep, an intonation of clear respect and humility surpassing the likes of Gangrel, the true master of being subtle and eloquent. Whose act I have the displeasure to watch from the first seat.
"Goodbye, and please get out of my room."
The spy gets out of my chair and if the subtlest and pardons of a true gentleman, he pushes and goes straight to the door, he doesn't eye me and only his silhouette is visible after opening the door, the light blinding as ever.
"Goodbye. And do not fail your task, Mr foreigner," The venomous guy spats his order to which, I, Gabriel, have the pleasure to answer:
"Understood."
And he slams the door against the frame. Oh well, making friends here is so easy.
What a bastard.
Like the laborious and diligent man that I am, what I'm going to do is find the sole person that is capable of addressing the task directly, none other than from the greatest source and most important figure in the whole messianic sect, The vessel herself, Reflet! But the most important question is, where do I meet her? Is she even here?
I'm so screwed if I don't find her.
What places can I even find her at? Well, the sole place where she didn't appear without an invitation was the prayer room, or cathedral, or whatever else it's called. The cultist meeting room. Yes, meeting room. So where else could she be?
Also, people don't stumble onto things they want. Just like trees don't appear on money, or rather the contrary. What was I focusing on? Oh yeah, I need to meet her...
Ai! Someone just stumbled on my shoulder yet again. This is going to be the trend of the day, isn't it? The day will-
"Hey, are you blind!?" The furious feminine voice stinging me, the same familiar anger of the why does it hurt so much? I avoid trying to have direct eye contact with the lady.
"I'm sorry." I say. Wait a second…
"Oh, Gabriel. So pleasant to see you!" the voice says happily as if all her anger vanished
The world loves making pranks on me.
"Why are you frowning?" The brimming smile of the albino and the pleasantry of her voice become confusing.
I should really learn to shut my mouth.
"Well, I really don't know..." To such standards, the confusion is something natural, which everyone with sanity could very ask without a single hitch. But like the annoying little brat that I am, avoidance is the best strategy.
"Why is that? I'm so annoying, it makes you frown at me?'
"Of course not, it's something else." Like gasoline caught on fire, Reflet's face becomes smug when the answer arrives. How long can you contain your pride, Gabriel?
"Then tell me, or is that hard?"
The vessel has me on her catch, a good catch, a catch 22 some might say, but at least, the corridors are somewhat empty, without anyone coming or going. A blessing, really.
"I would rather not."
She doesn't bite the trigger, and already her smirk has turned into one stretching her entire face. Oh boy, that wasn't in the plans, just throw the fuel to the fire already, Reflet! C'mon, do it already!
"Tell me, or are you so afraid of me?"
A good question, and a hard one to maintain a poker face at, but experiences tell me otherwise, even the tiniest little fraction of Robin's father is way worse than she could be, but that prayer may tell otherwise.
"Nah, had worse,"
An honest answer to a hard question. Surprise marries her face as the strident sound comes off my mouth as dry as ever, not even a single speck of emotion nor commotion, just it and nothing else. And upon the little seconds of registering into the vessel, already another question is forming inside of her head, a quasi interview as some might say, another interrogation. Tapping her foot to rhythm, and nodding the head along.
Upon these little seconds, finally, the sounds from the interrogation, a quiet talk into the motionless and stuck hallways where the lack of people upholds, the old same tired lack of vivacity of yesterday.
"How much worse?"
Here we go. Think… think… think… how can I state the obvious while not making it obvious? Should I spit it out and end this inner drama? A sigh invades the air, the worrying gaze of Robin becomes clearer by the minute, any of whatever playful moments was already muted. I crystallize the answer.
"You don't even come to the bottom," yet.
"But that is beside the point." A nod comes, the agreement sealed shut. The air is just as hard to inhale as that fateful mess that was two days ago.
"Why are you here? If I'm not wrong, your father doesn't allow you to get out of your home?"
A dumb question, always dumb questions, but a necessary one as I might say. In the end, it's the girl who always used the darkness for her favor, so why appear in the sunlight where the moths decay and butterflies shine.
The smile goes back, and the liveliness comes to rise again. A quite natural reaction, besides I need to stop rambling for once. She rubs her head, her smile sheepish, while she is thrown off-guard by the question.
"Ah that. Dad has been planning for the festival for the annual that will come in the following weeks' How many festivals and holidays the Grimleal have at this moment? Should have paid more attention. Why do I always keep complicating my life?"
"Oh, I see. But that doesn't explain much" A sudden intervention, but the information doesn't wait, and getting from the source is a chance very few have. She does a light punch, a growl-like face, untypical of her. Why do I screw up things so much?
"You didn't even allow me to finish, you dolt. Where was I?"
"You were talking about the festival." With my poker face, I answer to a confused Reflet, then happiness comes again to her.
"Yes, that! It will be so beautiful! We are going to march in the sand and deposit ashes to the great Grima." She spews with the vigor of a lion, a sudden velocity to the words as they jumble together into one, the excitement invigorating even the laziest of men, like a leader to the crowd, or like a dork finally talking about their hobbies with someone close. Choose your poison.
"Did your weird country have any festivals or even some religious stuff?" Oh no, that constant, this one constant! How am I supposed to lie? Just reveal it and it will be fine, nobody here heard about Christianity! But is it the smart option?
"Well, we had some." Yes, a half-truth. You can't pick up on something when there isn't enough information to hold right, or not. Nah, she picks things way too easily, and it feels way too wrong.
"Please tell me." The imperative interrogation strikes back again, curiosity becomes yet again an enemy, a powerful one. Sometimes to cave in is a road leading into victory camouflaged as a trap.
"Well, do you want the secular ones or the religious stuff?" With an A sound, the darn thing doesn't register on her head.
"What is secular?" Sometimes I wonder why I choose this word. Of course, she wouldn't understand the difference between secular and religious, especially when she is the vessel and the whole world is under her thumb and needle, and when seemingly grew up in the most fanatical sect available.
"Well, forget about it, but we did have Finados, Pascoa, or some other stuff" Like the new constant, the words flow out and disappear under her head, also compound by the fact, this is like trying to say someone in real life that yes, I interacted with video games characters face to face.
"If you don't mind, how was religion there? You still didn't tell me that yet." Oh no, that is even worse, goddammit, Grimafied Reflet, don't go directly to the source, please stop making my life more difficult,
"Yea, that…" I stammer onto it, how the hell, I'm supposed to tell her that I'm an atheist or how Christianity is and it's millions upon millions sects, councils, schisms and that isn't even entering the whole religious intolerance in my homeland.
"C'mon, don't be so afraid! I'm not going to kill you. There are some that I would, but not you, you are fine" The dissonant smile decry my mortification, could be one day her target, by just a simple slip? I should thread my words a whole lot more carefully right now, shouldn't I?
"Ok, then…" I take a few breaths and try not to embarrass myself for my life, avoidance of the whole stammering issue would be quite helpful.
"For starters, I would be called a Christian. A catholic, to be more precise." That will be better than saying straight out there I don't believe in the existence of a god. After all, talking about the vessel about the non-existence of a god would be quite weird, but alas, here I am. Talk about irony.
"So what does being a Catholic entail?" Of course, how the hell do I explain something that I don't even believe in? How? She waited with her damn finger pose like Ana. Oh yeah, how I could forget!?
"Well, you listen to the pope in the spiritual matters," Another epiphany takes hold of her, but a rather subtle one, the one when you think about it, it isn't that surprising, but this simple fact is very much a surprise to her.
"Huh, not that different from my dad then." She nods accordingly to whatever is on her head, as always, but that isn't' the only you have to be catholic and for that, I must be honest with her.
"It's more complicated than that," I reply
She nods. "How complicated?"
The one million dollar question, the thing that has been dividing scholars for years and years, and how can I, a mere atheist, who didn't even have capabilities to finish high school, because of a goddamn teleportation, can explain the many schisms? ...
I think this will suffice for now.
"Well, it's a complicated history of two thousand years..."
" A lot of stuff then, but you didn't answer my question."
Why are you always like this? To be fair, I guess, everyone bites their own poison sometimes.
"Well, it was a mess and still is a mess" Where do we even start with this one? The Great Schism? Protestant reformation? Both are way too late. Besides, how do I even explain Abrahamic religions or Jesus or anything religious?
"A mess, huh? So we aren't different, are we?" She's got a point there, but...
"Maybe. I don't know, never followed the Grimleal."
She pouts to this one answer. Reflet, please never change on that;
"Are you sure about that?" Payback time.
"I'm one hundred percent sure about that." Poor poor Robin, you don't mess with someone who had to downplay a lot of things or downright ignore them for survival.
"You and I were very aware when you were in there, Gab." What? I blink at her nickname, when did she begin to say that?
"Gab?" I speak with an incredulous voice There is something weird going on with her. Seriously, why she did begin to use this one? Am I dear to her, or am I just-
"Don't make a fool of yourself, you know it." Oh yeah, the whole ritual stuff. Oh well, maybe it is foolish to play a game with her, but I will turn onto her head.
"Ok, I am a fool then." God, what a glorious pout, keep going on, that is for every single time you did it to me!
"It wasn't supposed to be this way!" What a Shame! So shameful indeed, but life is a game of becoming the prey and in the next morning becoming the predator. Grima, you may be more powerful, but teasing is fun.
"Your problem, not mine" I try to keep going on with a straight face, although the crowds are starting to arrive as we walk on. It will be a problem but for now, just enjoy Gabriel, savor them while you can, because you know how it always ends.
"You and your games." You are one to talk Reflet "Don't you remember the promise you made back then?" How can I forget about it, the fateful day in the library or not so faithful?
"I'm very aware."
"So aware, in fact, that you don't comply with it!" Go on do more, it isn't going to change a damn thing.
I shrug and I use the language to my advantage. "Fazer o quê?"
"What did you say!?"
I barely contain my laugh at the imminent danger and power of the so-called Vessel, whose biggest weakness seemingly isn't the Fire Emblem or the Falchion. No, it is the foreigner with a funny accent whose social skill is that of a rock. Talk about dissonance.
"Checkmate." I say while I point my finger on and by the effects of the force and reaction law, make some playful jabs, so damaging as the feather of a bird on someone.
"Don't invert that on me." she pouts
I can't contain my laughter and explode internally on that. How can I even do it, ignoring every single one, inner trading as some might say, but I keep going on with a smug face, I finally beat her at her own game.
"So you finally spelled it out then" I reply
I put my mouth to contain my laughter, while Robin finally admits defeat and sinks her face in the utmost despair, the one that could make the whole messianic sect fall on its head. But around here it's closer to someone reading the wrong page if it wasn't for the fact the crowd is getting larger. Stop eyeing me, goddammit.
"You know what, forget it, Keep your secrets then."
She turns her head and keeps ignoring me, as if she never had any interest in becoming, huh, Grima. I never would have thought that would be acting more like a fox rather than an eldritch dragon. As some might say, there is a first to everything.
I do one final attack. "With pleasure," I spell out with a grin. She is fuming, but it's rather funny, another playful push, rocking me back and forth. I keep grinning all the way, just another stupid moment to appreciate.
"You dolt!"
"Call me what you want, but I won this time around!"
I do a fake laugh as a response to her tantrum or whatever you want to call its evil villain kind. Like it was planned from the start. It wasn't, but how not to do it when in front of the teasing lady in front of me?
"Ugh, fine."
I keep laughing, but then again, like always, the world reminds me why I can't be with her or anyone. A crowd starts to form around us and when this conversation ends, whispers and rumors already start floating in the air, any joy vanquished as their eyes cage me into shame and crush me with their ideals. It's better to let go and she becomes burned with my presence here.
"I think we should separate for now," I whisper into her ears, trying to ignore the mountain of people surrounding us.
"Why is that? it's only the beginning." She retorts back with her full voice, any anger left-back only hiding into the backburn. Or maybe she actually had a good time, the same old confusion back to her.
"Don't you look around your surroundings?" I whisper back to her as if that will make any difference while I show the crowd surrounding us, whose hungry eyes are mixed with disgust and just plain awkwardness.
"Oh that," She tells in a sing-songy tone "Don't worry Gab, they are going to disappear in the near future," She tells me flatly as if there was nothing on her path, robotic or just stating like a soldier or mere ants that erasing her fun. I gulp at the receiving answer, the coldness sending a shiver down my spine. No matter how I look at it, I'm still dealing with fire.
"Ok…"
"Why did you change? I was just referencing the festival" She replies. The festival huh, and ignore what she stated.
"Okay" I whimper to myself inaudibly, making the atmosphere thicker, while she tries to pick up some steam and look for something to not kill the mood any more than it already is.
"Also, before I forget, there is something I need to show you!" She once again goes back to her joyful persona and grabs me by the wrist, I can only respond with:
"What?"
"Here we go" The full force of her hold is astounding, crushing the bones all the way while dragging me across the hallways, ignoring the looks, focused on this sole task, having me to catch up against her full might as the force of her hold increase as the sole thing precious to her at the moment.
"Goddammit"
And the crowds start to fade away.
The sun is burning against the empty blue sky, the same as yesterday or the lack of it, so intense in fact that there isn't even a single shadow in any of us, Reflet has led me by her crushing by a long time, we passed through the dark corridor, through a stairwell that leads to infinity and many other things that reminds me how I'm was even able to get out out of things in the past.
We have a privileged view inside a towerless roof without any cover, only some rails to hold on to, behind stands of the purple and black that dominate every single building of power in this region. Far away from the remains of the Grima, the skeleton being subsumed to the ocean of sand covering it, but even far away, its wings, cavity, and cranium are visible as a moon in the knight, although something's a miss, I don't know why, as if the skeleton moved somewhat, it's tail would visible even here.
Upon the courtyard, the Imposing figure of Mustafa stands before all else, his height higher than anyone else in this world, The soldier drills into formation while the general barks orders left and right, always inspecting them as with his own child.
Reflet seemingly ignores all of this loudness and smiles at me, proud as some might say, fidgeting her fingers along the way, although no blush can be found.
"Here, Gabriel!' She shows the place. Besides the dome, there isn't anything special about it, it's spartan even, only the rails and ground. The only thing we classify as desirable is the privileged view, but that fits more for a general considering it only sees the desert, the main part of the palace.
"But that isn't the courtyard?" I indulge in my question, why would she be excited to this point to lead us to be alone?
"Yes, and you will soon be in there" What? She giggles at that, while I can only blink at her in disbelief. Are you sure, Robin?
"What do you mean in there?"
"Well, it was supposed to be a surprise, but you are going to have a drill" She keeps smiling, while I dread the non-stoppable future, in which I can only play a part like myself, a cowardly fool, ignoring all the signs.
"For what?" In asking such an innocent question, no surprise doesn't come to her face, not a single one, but rather a questioning look, the likes of which saying we both know the answer just spill it out.
"Are you sure?" She spits out the word, I don't give her an answer and an awkward silence remains between us. The usual stares, until she breaks again the cycle and tries to rekindle the conversation
"Anyways, that also will be the moment when the celebration begins. It will be quite hectic. It's beautiful, but It's no fun to be in the center of attention."
"Wait, you are going to be the main focus?
Thinking about it, that makes a lot of sense. She is the holiest being in the entire religion of one entire sect, and, of course, Validar would get more converts and reignite some fervor and the spirits of the remaining. To not capitalize on that is the trait of someone foolish.
"Nevermind, that was quite dumb on my part." I give her an answer before she can give one.
"Yeah, quite." She sheepishly says.
The conversation ends, and only the infamous imperative silence remains asunder, accompanied by the ever shouting soldier doing their own business, like a rabid wolf waiting for the next meal, that even the most incompatible diet could satiate them.
Reminds me of an old fictional philosopher, who is also a dog. would probably see this as a greater stage of humanitas in this world, the most important and natural stage of existence, but I can only focus on his most famous saying: "Aos vencedores, As batatas"/ "To the winner, The potatoes"
Upon a closer look, the wail likes orphans innard only camouflaged as the discipline of a soldier, the definition of which makes me sick from the stomach, the dizziness spreading like wildfire as vertigo comes to make the height gap between the courtyard and us larger, an abyss leading to the shadows. The task, Henry, Mother all grazing me into my head.
"I think I should go right now" I fake any symptoms of illness, while the migraines come back to torment once again
"Why is that, Gab?" The question dances around the air, at any moment I wait for collapse by the sheer exhaustion.
"I have some things to be doing"
"Like what?" Further and further leads to the questioning, in one way or another, that is to be expected, people don't just go, right?
"Reading, you know?" I give the most succinct answer possible, my panacea, my loving creatures, the ones who hold peace at me. How can I even survive without their lack, how much more rambly can I become without them?
"You and your books, no wonder you rarely get out of there" She marks with snide, a frown consuming her, and lack of sweetness to her tone just escaping to the old Grima.
"Sorry" I bow to her. How much more can I disappoint people at this point? First, Tharja, now Reflet, no wonder mother keeps telling me about my true nature.
"You are fine, I'm just a little disappointed" The words come as a dagger pursuing me in all my spots. How dare I keep standing by her side, the migraines travel and become another part of my body spreading insidiously and unchecked as I deserve.
"Well, I'm so sorry" I repeat the phrase to her. At this point, they are just meaningless as the sun or the sky or the beetle and the cockroach. How much of a disappointment and liar can I be for myself and the people I care about.
"That's fine, I can wait '' She gives another of her hurt looks downwards, although Robin puts her hand on my shoulder as a way to calm me perhaps. She then smiles back at me when I show my head for her to see again
"I see" that is my only reply and go back my way towards the only safe house in the world, the dungeon
"Goodbye" And we wave at each other, to one day, someday, we may encounter yet again, but I hope there isn't any bloodshed for the next time. The task still stuck in my mind and now done, I could give away to the spy and forget his existence for now.
And maybe be forgotten again and become another face in the crowd
"Well, did you get any information?" The spy stares back at me, while I avoid him and keep gazing at my blade, and when he finally finishes his talk and gazes back at the men.
"Well, I got a new friend" That is what it could be said, After all, I can just drop the entire bomb that was already the friend of the frickin vessel herself, he will pester and annoy me to no end, how dreadful it would be.
"That is nice," He speaks empty-headed, just a serious tone, such 'frivolities' aren't important after all.
"What is the information?" That was for nothing, but there is something amiss in this one.
"You only told me to befriend one, not to catch information," I reply as empty as ever, could the damn guy forget the details of our agreement, I did what he asked
"But! But!" The mask somewhat cracks, the sudden fury storming inside him, every little sound of a crazy man denied his reward, but alas.
"Where is my reward?" I press further and not let the spy get the best of me, he may hold power, but what is compared to the likes of the Validar or even Reflet, compared to them what I can see is the bumbling incompetence of man.
"Where is the proof you got a friendship with that someone, I will wait!"
"Don't you have spies for that?" Is he that incompetent?
"Yes, is it any important?" No commentaries
"if you have so, I think you can get the information from them." Giving him the answer, tick-tock, little by little, time shrinks.
"Huh, Do you really expect-"
I slam down my fist on the desk. "Where. Is. My. Reward?" I keep staring back at him, while he stands there without moving a single strand of hair, but hardens his fist into almost cracking.
"You didn't tell-" His voice grates on his nerve, like a drunk hyena or of a very high-pitched carcass, and shuts him.
"Fine, then I simply will not do the task anymore. Your rumors be damned,"
"You are not collaborating." He gets out of the chair in the direction of the door, but in response, I slam the door on his face and lock it forcing the taller man to look down on me.
"You are not getting out of here without giving me the clue" I retort back
"Do you think you can stop me?"
"Do you want to try?" The glaring competition keeps going without any of its participants dealing as myself and the spy try our best in being decent human beings. He abandons it
"Oh well, I give the damn clue, but in return, you will do what I ask without a single hitch" Dealing with the devil or not dealing ends will end up in the same, but the clues not so much.
"Yes, agreed" I confirm, and then a smirk comes out of my face
"Very well, I narrowed some clans that may deal with this type of blade" That sounds a little bit suspicious, might as well go along with it.
"Huh, I see, go on"
"And they are three: Abissid, Fatimid and Umayyad"
"Why are these three?" I ask.
"Very simple, this is probably a ritual knife. Why would anyone but a cultist use ritual knives and put silver and rubies on their weapon?" He states the thing as the most obvious thing to the world that somehow complete dummies like me could answer it.
"So this blade is a ritual one?' I gaze back at the silvery blade.
"Maybe, I don't know, you didn't allow me to see" The spy answer back
"And I'm not" and returned to the hilt.
"What a shame really, can I get out of this degraded place you call room?"
Yes, my kind "sir", and please never return ever again. "Very well, get out." I unlock the door and let him out of this one. It probably could be one of them or not. Well, it's better than working with nothing. Oh well, I have some interrogation to do then.
Well, the fic nobody has asked or ever wanted is back again, or shall it be named moving forward Generic Angsty fic#13624874. Hope you are all doing well! Since I don't have anything more to worry about as of right now, I can focus on writing, something that wasn't possible last year.
Sorry if the chapter isn't great and grammar isn't good enough, I will try my best moving forward, trying to rectify the many mistakes I made along while writing fic in the next arcs. I hope you had fun enjoying this little fic of mine, Special thanks to Cavik and Sushion for beta reading this chapter, and for everyone still reading after my two-month hiatus, I see you next time! And you can come to talk if you want in here: discord .gg/9XG3U7a
SirAlphonso: I don't know what to answer you, really. I just don't know what you consider the "meat of the story". Sorry, if it isn't the answer that you wanted.
Guest: Thanks for the compliments. Although I quite doubt my skills in the English language, I may use fancy words and big meaningless words, but my mastery of it is rather lacking and shallow, and I commit way too many typos and other types of errors to claim any meaningful real ability in this language.
Stormtide_Leviathan: Well, thanks for the compliment… I guess. I still have way too much stuff to practice and get better as you put it, so yeah. I don't really know how to answer, sorry.