6th capital, Void hunters committee - Main Headquarters, Rin and Lionel who was in bandages were chatting with each other, before a gate opened behind them, with Ludwig walking through. His usual serious expression glanced at the 2, then sat down, Lionel looked at him before remembering, “Ludwig, you requested help to “liberate” Azure manor, correct?” He recalled, with Ludwig nodding, “unfortunately I am incapable of combat for the time being, Rin might help you.” he continued as he pointed toward Rin who simply sighed.
“I’ll consider it, the only reason why I even came here is to visit someone in the elite rank cemetery.” Rin responded, the elite rank cemetery is a cemetery composed of the past elite ranks from past generations, and resides in a secluded landmass, with mountainous hills surrounding the cemetery itself. “Clearly got distracted.” Lionel laughed in a painful manner due to the bandages being wrapped too tightly. Rin stood up, with Ludwig opening another gate for him to walk through.
From the gate he walked into a large cemetery, countless gravestones with past generations of elite ranks with their names and rank. The atmosphere was raining, not necessarily storming, yet it was raining. He then started walking toward 1 gravestone that was decorated and maintained further than the rest.
The gravestone read:
Karlia Amanogawa
Elite rank 1 - 6th Disaster.
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“The girl who the stars yielded to.”
Rin made a faint, almost nostalgic smile as he glanced at the gravestone. But his faint smile faded, before his expression became that of discontent or seriousness. He then called out,
“I know you're hiding, show yourself… Scribe.”
A soft sigh echoed through the air, and from a towering tree behind him, a woman descended effortlessly. Her silver hair flowed down, fading gradually into dark purple, moving almost like liquid silk in the rain. Her eyes, a strange mix of purple and black, held an unsettling expression, unreadable and knowing. A detached smile danced on her lips as she landed lightly on the soaked ground.
She wore a peculiar suit that radiated formality but also exuded an odd, almost celestial elegance. Around her, books—ancient, torn, and torn again—opened and closed with a mind of their own. Loose, ripped pages fluttered in the wind, and a strange ink pen, glowing lavender, orbited her, leaving a faint glowing trail behind it.
“What’s with the hostility?” she asked softly, her voice both calming and unsettling in its gentleness. Rin scoffed, his gaze hardening. “I’m more-or-less mad about the fact you wanted to meet, here, of all places.” Her gaze shifted briefly to the gravestone of Karlia, her expression went to something unreadable passing through her expression. “You chose to reincarnate, not my fault,” she replied, almost in amusement.
“Alright, cut to the chase,” Rin demanded, ready to attack. The Scribe shrugged nonchalantly, her books momentarily stilling as if in response to her movement. “This story won’t end before that failure arrives. Take care of him.” Rin chuckled from the demand, his tone a mix of disbelief and mocking. “Can’t believe you're asking a mere human to help.”
“I’ll spoil your fate if I want to,” she responded, her voice cutting through the air like a sharpened blade, “Ha! No need. I already accepted my fate long ago,” Rin laughed bitterly, his mood darkening as he stepped back, hand resting on the hilt of his blade. “Now leave.” He demanded again. The Scribe raised her hands in mock surrender before fading away like smoke in the wind, vanishing without a trace, as if she were never meant to be there in the first place.