Not thinking on that event for a while, the noble-woman bringing it back to her attention. Those eyes of the sun, this familiar feeling to the mercenary.

A coincidence of a chance, yet these points returning those blissful feelings to the maiden. Yearning for those days again, wanting to say what is within. Pursuing her direction, her guiding hatred.

"Heh, a princess that can't use magic." Facing away, her hand on her waist.

"Don't chuckle! And stop calling me princess already!" folding her arms in displeasure.

"Come along now princess, we still have a bit of a ways to go." Atlalune heading onward, softly smiling.

"She is so rude, I'll get her back one day..." Sol muttering, following behind.

Pleasant memories from old, those simple times long ago. Two reflecting the other, a possible fluke within the night. A heart wandering in darkness, her way without light. Screaming out, hoping to find another within it.

Coming across a strange individual, those similar eyes to another. These familiar sentiments, keeping it to herself. Making their way higher, soon coming across a room with many items within it.

"We really shouldn't be taking detours, quickly grab what is yours." Atlalune folding her arms.

"Right, thanks for taking the time." Sol running forward.

Her eyes on the young woman, wondering on a few things. A strange encounter within the dusk, meeting a quirky person. Accepting another job, her reason to do so. Taking on a greater risk, this feeling to her heart.

That pure individual ahead searching through the items, taking back her belongings. This rare innocence, seeing it once more. That noble-woman shortly returning, handing the maiden some money.

"I hope this is proof that I am not lying." Sol smiling, her hands behind her back.

"Yes, I can believe you now." The maiden's hand on her waist.

"Well then, I advise you take great care of me if you want to see a bonus." The noble-woman proudly raising herself.

"Great, I'll make sure to tie you to a giant creature and send you off into the distance." That mercenary folding her arms, teasing the young woman.

Sol's slightly haughty behavior, this bringing back some pleasant emotions. Playing along in it, watching the person's shift. That frowning individual, stepping closer to the maiden.

Steadily backing away, the noble-woman closing the distance into a wall. Two souls in the night, their meeting below its light. An unlikely encounter, yet an event shaping their way forward.

"If that is how you want to play it, then I won't give you a bonus once getting out of here." Her clever smile.

"Hey, guess what?" the mercenary's hands on the person's shoulders.

"What?" her cautious eyes.

"I can just take it, doesn't matter." Atlalune walking past her.

"That is just stealing!" Sol racing after her.

"I know right? Congratulations, you figured out you hired a lowly mercenary, hah!" propping her arms behind her head.

Making noice in their location, a poor decision. Her awareness on it, yet that mercenary unable to quell these sentiments. Relishing in this feeling, enjoying these small moments. That individual running up to her side, voicing her frustration.

Listening to her, faintly smiling. Allowing her to get out her words, poking at her every now and again. These two eventually finding themselves on the roof, that bleeding moon shining down on them, a man standing from afar.

An entity in between dimensions watching, her long blonde hair and velvet eyes. A devil in gold armor, wearing a noble red cape on the lower half of her back, a crimson ribbon tying at the end of her hair. Someone long ago damning the worlds, her presence in the dusk.

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Bearing witness to the events of others, her eyes on the mercenary. Folding her arms, seeing this development. That man's suspicious eyes on the maiden, shaking his head from left to right.

"No matter how much coin they pay you mercenary, I can guarantee you it is not worth it."

This person ahead of her, recognizing them. Remaining quiet, having to do so. Her path since a terrible night, casting away into the shadows. Seeking after an enemy, a fire never leaving her mind.

Her boiling blood, someone from her past. This coldly blowing breeze, those meeting within the twilight. Their purpose at the location, each proceeding in their direction. That enemy looking to the noble-woman, his stern expression.

"I wonder how it would look if you were to be deemed a traitor, Sol." His eyes connecting to her own.

A terrible situation, this person in the place. Someone able to bend information, an unnerving problem to the noble-woman. Uneasily moving back, her hands to her chest. That maiden glancing behind, this similar behavior to another.

Confronting those of comfort, closing up when afraid. Stepping in front of the individual, directing her fist at the man. Drawing his attention, that foe noting her posture. An unsettling feeling within him, extending his halberd afar.

"I wonder..." His low voice.

Two in an endless wave, meeting underneath the light of the crimson moon. Rushing forward, their hearts seeking after their path. That opponent scraping his weapon along the land, closing in on his target.

His descending weapon, the mercenary stepping to her side, narrowly avoiding it. The weapon hitting below, rubble flying high. Following up, his harsh back swing.

Connecting her guards into it, sliding around the assault. Locking onto her opportunity, crashing her foot into his back. Her flurry of kicks against him, spinning through.

Backflip kicking him, sending him afar. The man colliding below, this staggering attack. Steadily pushing himself up to his feet, his certainty on the one ahead.

"I knew it, Atlalune Reizewind. Traitor to the Kingdom of Valice ." His faint smile.

His suspicions on his enemy, testing her pattern. Determining her identity, this mercenary before him. Someone once part of a kingdom, an individual no longer able to return there.

Her reason for pushing forward, an important person to her heart. That noble-woman hearing those words, her eyes to the Atlalune. A surprising situation, shortly remembering their words, making sense of it.

"What? A kingdom that is willing to throw you into the gutter on flimsy evidence? No thanks..."

Carrying this burden with her, something more within it. The young woman's certainty on it, her experience with the maiden. A reason for her direction towards money, wanting to know its purpose.

The intensifying breeze, this unsettling dusk. That mercenary gripping her mask, removing it, placing it in her bag. Those crimson eyes on her opponent, her cold expression.

"The knight who planned the death of Princess Estelle. It matters not who kills you, so long as you are dead. That was what the king ordered, and I guess I can get a few bargaining points if I succeed." His vision to the red moon.

"Estelle and I were close, I would never harm her..." Her eyes slightly away.

"Quit lying already. I mean hell, at least I am honest about what I do." Shrugging at her.

Her increasing fury, unable to prove herself. Carrying this weight for years, enduring the loss of her best friend. Her guiding hatred, seeking out a single enemy. Wanting to bring meaning to the princess' demise, proceeding in her own direction.

Constantly avoiding those from her previous kingdom, searching for her target. The noble-woman's sad eyes to the mercenary, understanding her more.

"Anyway, I am gonna need to collect my favor. And since it is you, I best use this now." The man taking out a fire crystal, holding it forward.

"That's the one they stole from Valice. Be-careful, it is the god Phoenix." Sol warning the maiden, her hands to her chest.

A problematic encounter, her awareness on the likelihood of combatting a god. Not backing down, these igniting sentiments within her. Seeking after a deity, her path towards it. The reacting crystal, the spreading flames. Setting the field ablaze, the towering walls of fire.

An enormous blazing bird flying around, shortly revealing itself before the two. This creature in front of the former knight, the harsh heat against her. A kingdom burning, that memory never leaving her. Remembering the event, her boiling blood.

Two underneath the bleeding light, flames spreading far in a kingdom. Many dead bodies, a dark dragon flying away. That knight holding the princess in her arms, her trembling eyes.

This pure one's words to her, her shortly fading life. Tears to the maiden's vision, tightly gripping her companion's body, quietly sobbing. The intensifying fire in this place, an innocent person washing away in the madness.

This fiery hell around her, an arena for the deity. Her quickly beating heart, despising those gods. Stepping forward, her willingness to combat it. The researcher looking to her, seeing someone racing towards her end.

Despair clawing away at the soul, enduring it for a long time. This rage inside of her, an obstacle in her path. Reaching into her bag, gripping five knives between her fingers.

"I will find Estelle's murderer, then I can die afterwards..." Her sharp vision.

"You are but a mortal in front of a god, give it up, Atlalune." His serious eyes on her.

Tracking her chance, not having much with her. A problematic situation, her last five knives. Feeling the intensifying flames, that great bird before her. The increasing heat, her will to oppose it.

Having to surpass her challenge, staring down her foe. That noble-woman's concern, her moving feet. Running up to the maiden's side, the mercenary’s eyes on the researcher.

"I can enchant your knives to make them reusable." Their hands towards the weapons.