The best isn't always the precious , incuding someones name. If you were born without your name , what would be the diffrence between you and anyone else? Can name represent you or you are the one representing your name?

Nameless changed her seat after the suggestion of Suiming. She looks at the pink Siyue styled clothe of Neon and her deep blue jacket. Nameless wonders where did she bought it , is it a costumized order to a tailor or she found it in an obscure clothe shop? Nameless can't stop thinking about it. Maybe i should get a new outfit? She thinks to herself.

''Nameless...That is your name right?'' Neon asks , pulling Nameless back to reality without realising it.

''You can call me like that''

''Anyways Nameless , you want some snacks?''

''No thanks''

''But i am curious Nameless , why don't you have a name?'' Neon asks.

''I gave it away , but i didn't have a coise back then.'' she responds.

The dining in this small resutrant warms up the heart of everyone and relaxes their mind in a flow of food scent and the soothing music that comes out of the buzzing radio.

''Wow Nameless , that , that was for real neat!'' Neon says , reffering to Nameless' ripoff recite of the battle.

''Neat? I think that wan't a big deal''

''Neon why don't you invite Nameless into your journey'' Suiming suggests.

Sielence , not quite and shoundless , but wordless , even a fly's dance step can be heard throught the background noise. Only the sand textured , almost mute music and sound of dishes clanking into each other that has the harmony of streaming water, echoing by the walls and oily floor.

''Neon , about the thing he said'' Nameless breakes the sielence

''Oh , you are coming with us? Like with Suiming?''

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''Yes''

The time passed away as quick as the song of birds that seeks their new home in fall's days. At first Nameless was having doubt about Neon and Acryl's identity , but after some chit-chats she confirms that they are extremely ordinary. In the end Neon and Acryl payed for everyone's food.

The moths starts to fly near the street lights , dusk covers up the shine of sun , prepering the stage for stars and moon.

In front of the resturnats door Nameless stops Josh.

''What's the matter Priest?''

''Remeber the whistky ritual , don't use it anymore''

''Understood''

''One more thing , the condition of Qiugan is untreatable''

''........''

The old messanger looks down to ground , how much does he needs to do to stop something happend to his teammate happen again? The chamber of Letter-Writer teached them to not remeber the loss and carry on , but now he doubts the chamber , they did nothing but pulling Euth down to the deeper suffering.

''I'm sorry''

''You don't have to , it is my fault to not stop what Euth did to peoples''

''Take my words , don't come back to Euth and tell Suiming''

Maybe he Josh can't stop the will of the ones in power , but he can do one thing.

''I hope we will never reunite''

''I will'' Nameless confirms.

Josh turns around and looks up to the sky with orage flow through the limbs of the Coast dome and its unsealed lid , it is a habbit of his from Josh's younger times , where he studied at Suiming's class. He looks back to the ground again , if he keeps his head like that too long , it is going to stop him from going to work tommorow , where he has to meet his new members in a few day.

''This is...''

On his hand is a flask that reflects his face covering mask and his hat in a yellow tinted color. Next to it rest a paper that is lined with letters after letters.

To Josh

I hope you will not let this paper wander the world as i did

This flask was an item on discount , i bought it a long time ago , but never filled it.

It has become an mythical item , here are the effects:

Gain boost in speed , reaction , luck or manifest toughts , this effect depens on what liquid it has filled which i don't know the praticular ones.

Byeffect : none

Anyways , i hope you will never use this flask

—fonder of Lilly's brotherhood

''Lilly's bortherhood.....that ancient organization....'' Josh thinks to himself.

He grabs a bottle from his jacket , opens the cap and enjoys the song of alchohol coming out of the container's lidless head.