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English

"For lack of a nail, a horseshoe was lost. For lack of a horseshoe, a horse was lost. For lack of a horse, a rider was lost. For lack of a knight, a battle was lost. And so, a kingdom was lost. All for lack of a nail."

Portuguese

A snippet of Book 3, Chapter 46: Death from my AO3 Fanfic titled: The Ballad of Summoners https://archiveofourown.org/works/30864071/chapters/76203038

“I know how this sounds. It must seem so selfish of me to ask so much of you… still, though, I wish to join you. If you ever find cause to distrust me…” her attention was fully on Valen, knowing that she was the only one who would not hesitate to kill her. “Kill me then and there.”

“I certainly can’t trust you.” Anna continued to speak. “But you must know something about Hel’s forces. That’s valuable enough to me. Just so we’re clear – I’ll take you up on your offer. The second I have cause to suspect you… that’s it.”

“That’s all right.”

“You’re a strange one.” Valen couldn’t help but mumble. She doesn’t hold any animosity towards them at all.

“Hey, Valen,” Anna called out to the tactician. “Keep an eye on her.”

“Do what you must,” Eir surrendered herself as if she was in a contract to be bound, “Lady Valen.”