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Astolfo was pleased to be recognized as a knight, despite his unusual appearance and uniform. His hip felt light without his sword, but at least the cape helped.

The cry startled him, bringing both hands to his eyes, which appeared to be the other’s point of interest. They rubbed, searching for something around them that might have stuck to his skin as if that might solve what had brought on the reaction.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale~!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 234!

You’ll be given a wooden sword.

Enjoy your stay~

" Thank you so much Roy!" Morgana looks at the young lord. The two of them were starting to become good friends with all the time they had spent together trying to learn magic.

It was supposed to be a meeting but clearly only Roy had negotiations in mind. Rutger was surprised when Roy told him that he needed him to be his escort. Now here they were, in a giant castle, lances pointed at them from every direction, and no sign of negotiations happening anywhere. One wrong move and they were both dead. They only had one chance of getting out alive and that was the door leading to the hallway that was heavily guarded. Roy and Rutger both accessed the situation and Rutger in his infinite judgment figured they had nothing to lose.

Ilyana was standing by the edge of a forest. Her eye's had a determined look in them, as if she were preparing to scarf down multiple meals. Ilyana's gaze was directed at a practice dummy a few paces in front of her. Nervously, she took a few deep breaths and clutched an elthunder tome close to her chest.

"One... two...go."

Still facing the 'enemy', Ilyana took a single step back and raised her right arm. While she took a few seconds to charge up her magic, the wind began to build up around her. Her hair flew back and her clothing started to flutter. Ilyana concentrated on the dummy and at once released the lightning. 

From both her left and from her right electricity emerged. The two pillars of lightning crossed once and finally met at the target creating a loud crashing noise. And then came a moment of silence. The dummy blackened, and Ilyana could still feel the electricity lingering in the surrounding air. She lowered her arm with a content sigh and smiled softly. 

The peace was broken though, once Ilyana heard someone approaching from behind. She spun around, taking a few steps back and examined the approaching stranger. Noticing the red hair first, Ilyana's gaze fell down to the sword at his side. He was armed, and she would prefer to find out what he wanted rather than to jump to conclusions.

She did not remember dying, but she remembered being close. She'd been ready. Her son was healthy and her husband had known as long as she had that her end would come sooner, rather than later. She'd just been grateful for the years they'd had together--but even still, feeling herself slip off into another ever-longer faint one day close to the end, she'd wanted to weep because she'd never see Roy grow up. Never watch him learn the sword or meet the friends he made or attend his wedding.

But now it all seemed unimportant. She felt alive, again; just very confused. She was in her human body and there were many people around, speaking strange words: Outrealm, Einherjar.

And then, through the crowd, she saw him.

Even though he was only a couple years old when she passed away, she knew immediately that it was Roy. Her own eyes; his father's hair! But there was something all his own about him, now. He'd spent years doing deeds and thinking thoughts she was completely ignorant of.