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What is it, Ermi?

How's your progress after two days?

I've found lots of them! ...Well, okay, just two, actually... But don't you worry, I'll have it all wrapped up in no time! Why, what's the matter?

Nothing, really. The old man suddenly remembered this little mission of yours, so he's been pestering me about it.

We thought these fragments would be causing chaos all over Kazdel, but for the time being, things still seem normal as ever.

Nobody's knocking on the Military Commission's door about it, and we haven't detected any abnormalities either.

(*whispers*) All thanks to me being the first to run into them, haha...

Basically, feel free to keep going at your own pace.

Is that all?

Yep, that's all. Just remember, safety first. If you run into anything you can't handle, give me a call.

Sure, will do. Thanks, Ermi.

Ermi's thoughtful as ever, even while she works. I should probably pick up the pace.

So, whaddya want to eat?

Eh? Oh, sorry, let me have a look.

Uhh...

I'll try this one.

Is this a new recipe?

Just baked dough, same as always. Pretty sure I've seen you eat here before, too.

But the taste is different, no?

It's chewier than last time. Maybe even a little bit... sweet?

Really? Maybe my ingredients are better this time around.

More and more folks have been coming back lately, and I got ways to get quality stuff at a lower price. Dough gets nicer, that's a bonus.

Then, do you still need my help negotiating prices?

Nah, an old merc customer of mine put me in touch with a better supplier. They've got reasonable prices, and they're a friendly bunch. No need to trouble yourself any longer.

Happy to hear that! Does this mean one day, you could make white bread like they do in Victoria?

You little glutton, what's so great about white bread? Next time you've got time, I'll cook you up some grilled meat.

Really?! Mmm, grilled meat...

Can I have three more buns of the dough to go? I'll eat them on the road.

Sure. Just wait a sec and I'll give you some fresh out the oven.

Hehe, thank you.

Hmm-hmm. I've gotten so much done over the last two days, I think I deserve a little treat for myself.

Nothing beats a full belly—

Hmm?

Here, your dough.

Eh? Oh, thanks...

First time laying eyes on her?

I don't think I've ever seen anyone quite like... her.

She wasn't always this way. Not sure when she went mad. Left Kazdel to make a name for herself, came back looking like this.

Oh... Well, even so, she does look pretty nice.

What's the point of looking nice? Can't sell a thing if you just stand there all day.

She sells baked dough too?

As if. She makes jewelry out of garbage.

Some odd gewgaws too, like a transparent glass witchcraft orb with a model of Kazdel inside, or cups etched with strange patterns. It's all expensive, fragile stuff. Only a fool would buy any of it.

Heard she's got ornaments and statues on top of all that. Even less business on those. Can't get any use out of them most days, and so expensive too. Don't know what she's thinking.

Everyone around has been telling her, but she won't listen to a word of it.

Ahaha...

I don't think it's a bad thing, getting to see someone dressed up so pretty on the street every day.

I just hope she earns enough to feed herself... It'd be some terrible joke if she starved to death in front of my stall, right?

Hmm, I see where you're coming from... I'd better get going, see you.

Be seeing you, Nymph. Bring some friends next time.

I will! Bye-bye!

*phew*... Now that I'm full, I should get back to work.

(She's so pretty...)

(Is that how they dress in Victoria? Those fabrics look really expensive.)

(And there's that brooch of hers with those purple and red gems...)

(Once I'm done with this job and I get my reward from Ermi, I'll go have a look at her stall!)

Wait, there's one here?

No way, there was no response just a moment ago.

Where is it, then?

Wait...

That brooch with the purple and red gems...?

!!!

Ermi, please pick up, it's urgent.

What now...?

If she's only wearing all that jewelry because she's possessed, then she...

There's no time. I'll go looking for her first.

Hello, do you know where the lady who runs this stall went off to? The one wearing a suit and top hat—

Huh? A suit of what? Uh... She's wearing really strange clothes, and selling stuff no one wants to buy!

She went that way? Okay, thank y—The baked dough?

I got it from the stall over on the corner. Here, have some. If you like it, make sure you go to that stall!

I'm almost out of the city at this point. What did she come here for?

What's the detector say...? A very weak reaction, but it's here, alright.

I'll just have to check over everything.

It's here.

...

A warehouse?

She lives here?

No way, why would someone wearing such nice clothes live here?

Maybe it's because of... the revenant fragment?!

...

I can't reach Ermi, and Pohl's looking for fragments somewhere else.

C'mon, Nymph, think, think! There's got to be a way!

Hypnosis, mental suggestion, Originium Arts... Maybe I could snatch it away?!

Hello, young lady. Did you need me for something?

Sorry, let me think a bit longer...

Very good, ma'am.

Ah.

...

...?

H-Hello?

Crownie Mantel, Elegance Extraordinaire. A pleasure to meet you. Now, how may I be of service?

Could you sell me that brooch?

Why?

Because, because...

Because I really like it!

Oh?

Well, I'm terribly sorry, ma'am, but it is not for sale.

Moreover, I'm afraid it's not suited to your ensemble.

I have here an adornment much more appropriate for a rose such as yourself. If your need is dire, I could give it to you.

Sorry, I'm only interested in the brooch.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

I will not part with this gem before finding a suitable replacement.

Now, I have some pressing business to attend to, so I'm afraid I cannot entertain you any longer. On your way now.

...

(Waves staff)

(Chants softly)

Please wait a moment, and hear my plea.

...No effect?

She's wearing the fragment. Getting around the revenant's influence on her sure isn't easy.

This is a really stupid way to do it, but...

I'm sorry!

Forgive me, Madam Djall, but I'm in a hurry. Please don't block my way.

...Eh?

Ermi, please, please, please answer.

Ermi!

Arts don't work, I can't fight her, and I can't snatch it away.

She's no normal hawker!

...

Just follow her for now, Nymph. Let's see where our ancestor wants to take her.

Even if something happens, I can at least give more info to Ermi.

It's not like she's going to go all the way out of the city, right?

We're on the outskirts already. Where's she going?

Maybe she really is leaving the city?

I should contact the Liches at the gates, then. Ermi gave me their info. They should be able to get the fragment for me.

Eh? Where'd she go?

Wait, what?!

Can a revenant fragment really do all that?

I guess I should...

Forget it, Ermi's being awfully unreliable right now.

Wait, how about I...?

AHHHHHH!

Hah... Hah...

Here. Use my handkerchief to wipe your sweat.

Ah... Th-Thanks...

I must admit, I have never seen anyone act quite so recklessly. You are inexperienced with those Arts, are you not?

Y... Yes...

If you hadn't flown by to catch me, I'd be a big splat on the ground.

Thank you for the hanky.

Oh, don't mention it.

Do you always use your glider to leave the city?

It's quick, convenient and graceful. A most beautiful method of transportation. I was inspired by the cable cars plying Kjerag's snowy peaks.

You've been to Kjerag?

I will have been one day, but for now, the pictures in the newspaper will suffice.

You should head back home already, young Djall.

What a strange ancestor... Why's he in such a hurry to leave Kazdel? And why bring Crownie along?

Oh, there's no signal here...

Guess you're on your own, Nymph. Your big adventure begins here.

Oh thank goodness, she finally stopped.

It looks like she's not leaving Kazdel just yet.

'Suffering'? Is that some kind of incantation?

It might be a name of a Sarkaz King. It wouldn't be strange for an ancient King to have a name like that.

If you insist, old buddy.

Heheh, long time no see.

A-A Sankta?!

His plan involves a Sankta?!

What the heck is he up to?!

I can see you, little Djall.

No need to hide behind a rock, come on out.

Why's your apprentice being such a stranger?

She's not. I believe there might be some misunderstandings at play here. She has been following me for quite some time now.

If you keep wandering around with that brooch on, I think your face'll end up on an arrest warrant real quick.

I'll take it under advisement, Mostima.

May I see the goods I ordered?

But of course.

Three bolts of top-quality soft silk straight from Yan, just like you asked. Go ahead, inspect all you like.

This... This is...

I can feel it...

This subtle push-back when you press down on it, this suppleness, this pure white...

I guess he really does want to leave Kazdel. He's even got a bunch of supplies ready.

Huh? Where'd that Sankta go?

Heya, little Djall. Nice weather today, isn't it?

S-Stay back! I-I'm a caster! I've got really really super strong Arts!

Ooh, what a coincidence. As it turns out, I'm a caster too. Makes us counterparts, don't you think?

But you're... I'm...

It's fine, it's fine. You look reasonable enough, not the type to attack a defenseless Messenger like me for no reason.

...

I'll take your silence as a good sign.

Crownie's gonna need a while longer to check out her haul, so I'll get some fresh air over here, maybe slack off a bit. Won't bother you at all. How's that sound?

So, you're a Messenger?

Penguin Logistics. Guaranteed success.

Wanna try some Lateran candy?

Thanks... Then, you can have some of this.

What is it?

Baked dough from Kazdel. Shame it's gone cold... It's really tasty when it's hot.

Well, don't mind if I do.

So... how do you know Crownie?

I probably shouldn't tell you. Client confidentiality and all. But... You sure you wanna listen to a Sankta story?

Who knows, I might weave a web of lies to snare your soul.

Go ahead. I can tell truth from lies.

They say the Sankta are all awful and terrible, but... You haven't shot me with a gun yet, and you haven't tried to cut off my horns for a trophy on your belt.

Haha, alright. I'll start talking, then.

Hmm... Where to begin?

A few years ago, on a job in Ursus, I ran into a Sarkaz.

Apparently, she couldn't stand life at home and decided to wander across the lands. By the time I met her, she had just managed to find a path she wanted to follow.

Ursus has real strict controls on a lot of things, so that Sarkaz needed people like us to get her the stuff she wanted.

Was Crownie a designer in Ursus?

A designer? Heh, an Ursine hiring a Sarkaz to be an assistant is already a super-nice Ursine.

Y'know, the fashion brand that hired her was actually founded by a Sarkaz, but it got so crazy-popular in Ursus most people think it's local.

Even that fashion freak over there thought so at first. Anyway, she got the cold shoulder in Ursus, so after a bunch more wandering, she made her way back here.

She must have made a lot of money before she came back.

Money? Hehe, shame I have to say it, but she's barely got two coins to rub together.

When you look at her, well, you're seeing everything she's got, in a way.

The silk's perfect, Mostima!

Then why's she buying cloth? I've seen where she lives, and the people around her. Maybe she's skipping meals to afford all this expensive stuff...?

Maybe she predicted that the Furnace would explode, and wanted the revenant to latch onto the fabric? No, that doesn't make any sense...

Wowee, that sounds serious.

I have no clue what you're talking about, but we should probably head on over. C'mon.

Need anything else, Crownie?

My thanks, Mostima. You must have been through a lot, coming all this way.

Nah, just doing my job.

As for further work, I would like some fabric from Sargon. I presume I will need to give full payment in advance, just as before?

I mean, sure, but I don't think you'll be needing my services much longer.

What ever do you mean? Is your company changing its modus operandi?

No, don't get the wrong idea here.

What I mean is—

This sort of stuff will be sold in Kazdel soon enough, so you won't need Penguin Logistics.

Is that so...?

The number of caravans going in and out of Kazdel has doubled several times over. The folks at Rhodes Island have also helped set up a few connections for the city.

You'll probably have a place you can get imported goods before long.

So you're saying... I will be able to sell my Kazdelian souvenirs?

Your what?

Crystal balls, cups... You know, souvenirs you'd get on a trip. Not that different to the ones you see in other countries, they're just Kazdel-themed.

But who would want to go on vacation to Kazdel? We don't really have any good sightseeing spots.

I wouldn't mind, to be honest. Walk around, see your Soul Furnace, roam the streets, and there's that 'Temple of Knowledge'... That's in Kazdel, right?

*sigh* Shame I won't get the chance. Your idea's not bad, though. You should talk to the merchants. They might want to buy some souvenirs to show off back home.

I'll bear it in mind. My thanks. As for you, young Djall...

Call me Nymph.

Let us go, Madam Nymph. We should hurry on home.

Okay. Well, see you, Sankta Messenger lady!

Ciao. If you ever need anything, remember to call Penguin Logistics. Crownie's got our contact.

Phew... Shouldn't you have popped out too, 'Suffering'? Or is it 'Mad Bomber' these days?

Have you lost your mind? Coming to Kazdel just for a delivery?

If you get caught by the Sarkaz, there's no way you're making it out alive.

She's an old customer. Not wise to refuse a request.

What, worried about me?

Supervising you is my job. We're going back right now. Immediately.

Alright, alright. Not like there's anywhere to run in this wasteland anyway. Say, why don't we go have some fun in Kazdel for a day?

(Raises weapon) ...Start walking.

*sigh* It's so hard to get through to you.

Welcome to my humble abode.

(She really does live here.)

(There's a bed, a workbench, some clothes hung up, a corner full of junk. She's missing a lot of basic furniture.)

When you look at her, well, you're seeing everything she's got, in a way.

...

Please, make yourself at home.

Sure...

Do you need help, Crownie?

No. I can handle things on my own.

That cloth you bought is really expensive.

A mere several months' worth of food, hardly important.

Hmm, this place is ill-suited for a brooch. If I use this cloth to make a matching necktie or cravat...

!

Madam Nymph.

What is it?

You wanted this brooch, did you not?

Eh? Yeah.

But didn't you—

Take it. I no longer have need of it.

...Talking to a burdenbeast?

Pardon?

Oh, no, it's nothing, just a funny idea that popped into my head... Are you feeling alright, Crownie?

Thank you for your concern, but I've been fit as a fiddle this entire time.

(She doesn't sound any different from earlier. Has she really recovered from it?)

If there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate to ask.

Hmm... As it were, Madam Nymph, I do have a presumptuous request.

Just Nymph is fine, no need to be so formal.

Very well then, Nymph. Could you come here for a moment?

Could you try this on?

Me?

It should fit you. Give it a try.

Aren't these clothes really expensive? I'm scared I'll—

Don't worry. It's not finished yet.

Alright, then.

H-How do I look?

Beautiful.

How is the fit? Are the cuffs too tight? Too loose? Anywhere that feels particularly awkward?

No, it's a perfect fit...

Are you making these clothes for a friend?

No. It is a gift to myself.

This outfit's creation is my dream, but alas, I am still unable to realize it.

I think it's pretty much perfect already.

Far from it, I'm afraid. The cuffs still need embellishment, the accessories still need matching. All in all, still rather crude...

You may take it off now, Nymph. My thanks.

Oh, okay.

But why would you make an outfit you can't wear?

Because its revelation gave my life direction.

I wanted to distinguish my life from those of others, but I too love this city. And so, I called attention to myself through a multitude of methods, old Sarkaz tricks all. I'm sure you'll understand where I'm coming from.

In the end, I was driven away from Kazdel, set adrift in the wilds.

I was offered menial work in Ursus. At first, it was only my survival instinct that spurred me to accept.

But I found myself rather suited to deft needlework. More importantly, I obtained a designer's manuscript.

A Sarkaz designer from Kazdel. Kazdel, designer. Never had I thought those two words could fit together.

Were these clothes in that manuscript?

They were. It was a heavily damaged book, and much information was lost, save for a note reading 'for AM' and the framework of this suit. Naught else remained.

Despite the damage, it provoked an emotion I had never felt before.

In order to understand it, I took up tailoring, alongside the crafting of many other knick-knacks.

As it happened, Kazdel had forgotten me by that point. And so I returned, under a new identity.

Kazdel has changed, just as I have. It's a more tolerant city these days. Even a stuck-out nail such as I can find a stage here.

Is that why you made stuff you can't sell?

They are souvenirs. There will come a day that Kazdel will entertain visitors from all across Terra. This, I do believe.

Though I am merely testing the waters on a whim, if other places can enjoy something, then why not Kazdel? We are not so different from them.

It could be a suit of fashionable clothes, a set of baubles for tourists, or even... a way of life. The pursuit of beauty.

You might be thinking too far ahead. I've never even dreamed of Kazdel being a tourist attraction!

You're right that the city has changed lately, though. There's lots of people walking around, and it's real lively these days. Completely different from before.

Did you see the fireworks a few nights ago? They were so pretty! Maybe the Furnace got a bit too happy and lively, and that's why it fired them off.

Nymph, what's going on?

Everything's fine now, Ermi. Ran into some trouble while I was trying to get the fragment, but they're all taken care of.

Good to hear. I was helping the old— *cough* aiding my master in some research on Knot, so I didn't catch your calls. Terribly sorry about that.

It's fine, I've covered most of the city by now. There's just one newly-repaired residential district left to check. I might be finished by tomorrow, so you'd better get that reward ready!

Once you're done, come right over and it's all yours. You're a lifesaver.

I'll be turning in early tonight. Goodbye.

Sure, see you soon, Ermi.

Well, I won't trouble you any longer, Crownie. If anything comes up, remember to come find me. Here's my contact.

I will, thank you. Good night, Nymph.

Good night.

...

Hah... I'm so tired...

I never got to eat any of that baked dough I bought this morning.

*munch*

Hmm... I think if I warm it up once I get home, it'll taste a lot better.

Pohl! How did you find me?

You walked up to the city gates and flew off the walls. The information brokers've been chatting about you pretty much all day.

Did you find anything?

Nope. No signs of fragment influence around the Military Commission garrison or settlement.

You found something yourself, didn't you?

Yeah! Look! The fragment I found today is super pretty! It's like a gem!

It's a piece of glass from inside the furnace, looks like. You're right though, that color is really distinctive.

The lady who gave it to me was really distinctive too!

Today's been real hard on me, though. I was running around all day, and now I'm hungry and tired, haaah...

Go home and get some rest already. Just one residential district left to check. Gotta do all we can to get everything wrapped up tomorrow.

Alright...

Damn, you're so tired you nearly smacked your head against the wall... Fine, I'll walk you home.

Don't fall asleep just yet. Tell me about this 'distinctive lady' you met.

Sure... I went to the market this morning to buy...

Some baked dough, which smelled real nice...