Those living by the coin, working for the highest offer. Her reason towards it, her heart seeking one. This hatred within her, flames eternally inside of her.

A never leaving nightmare, her purpose for pushing forward. Hearing her words, the individual running over to the maiden. Kneeling to her, their meeting eyes. Seeing a way out, acting on it.

"If I pay you more, will you give up this mission?" her serious vision.

"Why does this mean so much to you?" Atlalune looking away, her hand behind her head.

"Well, it is only natural to love your kingdom..." Her sad eyes, her hand to her chest.

"What? A kingdom that is willing to throw you into the gutter on flimsy evidence? No thanks..." The mercenary biting her lower lip.

Desperately returning one night, her failure to see it. Everything ending in fire, a person amongst it. These terrible sentiments, her aching heart. Her dislike for the kingdom, yet her hatred directing to one.

Not stopping, searching for the responsible individual, a beast taking the life of one to her heart. Carrying her ill feelings, events driving her way forward.

"What do you mean?" Sol confusingly tilting her head.

"Don't think on it. Either way, if you pay me more, then I have no reason to deny you." Gesturing her hand to the person.

"Well, okay..." Her distant voice.

"Let me make this clear though, I do not take kindly to those who lie to me. If you are lying about my payment, you will find yourself in a much harsher cell, and a much more difficult location to find." Pressing back on the ground.

A binding contract, a mercenary intending on getting her pay. Her experiences over her years, fulfilling her jobs, one able to do worse onto her employers. Displaying her wrath at times, taking her earnings herself.

Everything towards her goal, yearning to bring down a single foe. Searching for them for a long time, these guiding feelings. That noble-woman sitting beside the maiden, her soft smile on her.

"I am quite wealthy, and as proof. We can reclaim my stolen money here." Her hand to her chest.

"This has been nagging at me, but if you are part of the Kingdom of Valice. Then why were you imprisoned here?" Atlalune scratching the back of her head.

"Those in this location are planning a rebellion. I refused to join them, and they threw me in that cell." Sadly gripping her arms, lowering her head.

Those not approving of a kingdom, their choice to rebel against it. The reason for her job, valuable information within the grasp of these enemies. Fitting together these pieces, making sense of some things.

A researcher opposing their stance, following through on her heart. Those capturing her, locking her far below. A chance of an encounter, two souls meeting within the dusk.

"One more question, do they have anything I should concern myself with?" the maiden folding her arms.

"They have the Greater Magic to summon a god to fight." Her index finger to her chin, her vision above.

"That's...going to be problematic." The mercenary frustratingly sighing.

"Oh? Is the money really worth going after then?" leaning a bit closer to Atalune, smiling at her.

"Can't spend anything if I make nothing, can't spend anything if I am dead. I am locked either way." The shrugging former knight.

Living her life by the coin, working for those paying the highest. Venturing into danger, succeeding in her jobs. Needing to do so, racing down her black path.

Her way without light, screaming out into its endless space. Yearning for the presence of one, her dreadful eyes. Stopping in that plane, anger coming over her. Her enemy in mind, desiring to find them.

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"You are seriously the first person I met so driven by money." Sol's humorless gaze on her.

"Try getting thrown into the gutters and get back to me on your response." Atlalune brushing her off.

These words to the noble-woman, someone leading a different life. Scraping by everyday, constantly worrying about their next meal. More coming from wealth, the ability to freely live. This driving force, that maiden needing it to pursue her goal.

Amassing it over her years, searching for a single enemy. Those two shortly heading on their way, eventually finding themselves on the floor above. Three knights before them, this problematic situation.

"U--uh, Lune..." Sol uneasily standing close behind her.

"Lune?" glancing back to her.

"Your name is a bit too long, but ah...this situation?" her hands to her chest.

"Just stay back a bit." Atlalune’s attention ahead.

Having to protect this one, her vision on her enemies. Their slow movements around her, paying attention to their stance.

Knights from the Kingdom of Valice, warriors able to topple great foes. Her slight movement, those enemies charging at her. Closing her position, the noble-woman shutting her eyes.

Grabbing one, flinging them into another. Those two hitting below, the third nearing the maiden. Turning a bit to her side, evading the attack. Reaching into her bag, gripping her knife, swiftly moving behind.

Stabbing into their skull, blood spilling below. That falling foe, the mercenary homing in on the remaining two. Taking out another knife, plunging down into them both.

"You can open your eyes now." Facing the young woman, folding her arms.

"It's over...?" slowly opening her vision.

A pure one in the night, this innocence to the maiden. Some warm feelings to her heart, smiling a bit. A rarity in this world, only meeting one other like herself.

That person no longer there, an individual washing away in the harshness of the worlds. These ill sentiments within the mercenary, walking down a dark abyss. Shortly moving up to the noble-woman, placing her hand on her waist.

"We don't have forever to spend here, princess." Atlalune sighing.

"I--I know that!" pouting at the maiden, her hands to her chest.

These simple emotions, feeling them again. Keeping those sentiments to herself, her concern with the current situation. Two in a fort, enemies around the corner. Her uncertainty on their specific points, having to protect another.

Urging the noble-woman along, those two continuing deeper into the place. Eventually finding themselves on the middle floor, bodies around them, blood staining the walls.

"You sure are violent." Sol covering her mouth, slightly looking away.

"You can use magic too ya know, it would go faster if you helped out." Atlalune gripping the side of her head.

"I...am not skilled with magic. Aside from some basic stuff, I might end up harming you if I used it..." Her sad eyes to the maiden.

Turning to the young woman, seeing that look. Visualizing another, those eyes of the sun. Standing in blackness, looking around her surroundings.

Shortly facing one from her past, a smile to the maiden's face. Reaching for the princess, that individual fading away. The mercenary's sullen expression, a sigh leaving her. Thinking back to an older time, an event still to her heart.

Days long ago, simple emotions from a more pleasant time, the afternoon sun shining down on a training field in the Kingdom of Valice.

Two within it, that maiden and princess, the knight watching the person trying to control her magic. Fire spreading throughout the field, this troubling situation. The towering walls, the harsh spreading flames.

"I am seriously gonna get fired one day for dealing with this princess." Atlalune sighing, her hand behind her head.

Her presence around the princess, two spending their time together. A knight taking her to the training field, allowing her to hone her magic. Someone pulling strings with those above, taking on a new weight.

Doing so for her companion, that person's bright smile upon hearing the news. This problem before them, a harsh fire.

The maiden shortly walking over to the fire alarm, gripping it. Pulling down the handle, turning on the sprinklers. Water raining down, eventually quelling the chaos.

"Oh thank the heavens..." The princess' hand to her chest in relief.

Starting small, wanting to get the handle on magic. A small fire expanding, creating a crisis. Unable to control it, those spreading flames.

The knight blankly watching it grow worse, never seeing a situation like it before. That young woman gathering herself, soon facing the knight's direction. Walking over to the maiden, placing her hands on her waist.

"You could have helped showed me how to use it." Pouting at her companion.

"Hard lessons are better learned by oneself." Atlalune folding her arms, faintly smiling at her.

"You know, now that I think about it. I never once saw you ever using magic, you've just been beating down everything with brute force." The princess suspiciously pressing her index finger to her chin.

"No need to use magic when you can just beat down your enemies..." The knight turning, propping her arms behind her head.

Her sharp eye, catching onto something. Her close relationship with the knight for a while, learning little things about her. Not letting up on this opportunity, the princess running in front of her.

This pure one before the maiden, those in this distant time. Hearts flowing along in an endless stream, these warm sentiments.

"You are hiding something. Is it that, you cannot use magic?" her proud smile, raising her index finger.

"Hah, you wish." Atlalune shaking her head from left to right, walking away.

"You cannot deny it Atlalune!" racing after the maiden.