Chapter 309 Believing in Possibilities
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Several days had passed since I met Espera-san in the dining hall, and since then, I had been spending peaceful days without any particularly noteworthy events.
As usual, I was frequently communicating with Viscount Hedmar about the post town, but the general framework was already decided. The situation was such that once we sent the proposal to His Majesty and received permission, we could start moving in earnest. Until then, it wasn’t very busy, as I was only filling in the smaller details.
On a morning when I was starting to have a fair amount of spare time, I was about to have breakfast in the dining hall as usual…
”Isn’t something strange?” I said.
The moment I sat down and saw the dishes lined up on the table, I reflexively voiced the incongruity I felt. It wasn’t that the menu was different from usual; there was nothing wrong with the food itself. So where was the source of this strange feeling?
”Ah, all the plates are the same,” I muttered.
Usually, plates suited to the food are used, but for some reason today, both the bread and the salad were placed on deep soup bowls. I could understand the salad, but seeing the bread perched on the deep bowl like a bridge over a valley made me want to point it out. Diana, who was standing beside me, answered.
”Actually, this morning, Stella-san destroyed the shelf where the tableware is stored,” Diana said.
”Huh? Destroyed the shelf?” I asked.
”Yes, she tripped in the kitchen and crashed into the shelf. Because of that, all the tableware except for the soup bowls that had been taken out beforehand was broken. I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience to you, Neil-sama,” Diana replied.
”No, I wanted to point it out, but it’s not like it’s a problem for eating, so that’s fine. But is Stella-san okay? Like, injuries from the broken shards?” I asked.
”The injuries were within the range that could be healed with recovery magic, so there is no problem now. However, she was bleeding quite a bit and had become anemic, so I had her rest for today,” Diana said.
”It sounds like she messed up pretty spectacularly… but it’s rare for Stella-san to make a mistake like that, isn’t it?” I said.
”That is true. However, she has been distracted lately—ever since shortly after we took Betty into protection. I thought she would make a mistake eventually,” Diana said.
”Shortly after we protected Betty? …Ah,” I muttered.
Wasn’t that the time when I got a massage from Stella-san and things got awkward because she saw that I had an er**tion?!
”Do you have something in mind?” Diana asked.
”No! That’s, well…” I stammered.
”Neil-sama? I believe I told you before not to get too close to her, but could it be—” Diana started.
”I-I’m sorry…” I apologized.
Diana’s expression grew increasingly stern. Just as I was becoming unable to withstand the pressure, her displeased face vanished in an instant, and she burst out laughing as if she couldn’t hold back the amusement.
”Hehe, it’s a joke,” Diana said.
”Eh? A joke?” I asked.
”Yes, it’s a joke. Actually, I already heard from Lewya that Neil-sama received a massage from Stella-san. Including the fact that the possibility of pursuers reaching Stella-san is low, I have already retracted the order I gave her to stay away from Neil-sama and the south corridor of the first floor, desuno,” Diana explained.
”W-Was that so? Then why did you pretend to be angry?” I asked.
”That is… because Neil-sama is at fault. Even though you said, ‘Let’s find an ideal relationship that’s right for us,’ you’ve been doing nothing but ignoring my advice… Were you not going to rely on me?” Diana asked.
”…Diana is sulking?!” I thought.
I couldn’t hide my surprise at the sight of Diana puffing out her cheeks in dissatisfaction. It wasn’t rare for Diana to show feelings of dissatisfaction or jealousy, but usually, those times mostly came down on me in the form of a lecture. She had never expressed her dissatisfaction through such a cute action as pretending to be angry.
But I see; although Diana gives the impression of being a steady person due to her education as an attendant by Lucena-san, her age is still eighteen—she’s still a girl of that age.
Thinking about it that way, her current behavior was age-appropriate, and it meant that Diana had become able to throw her honest feelings at me. While I felt happy about that, I also reflected on my own actions. Lately, Diana had been staying close to my thoughts and doing her best to grant my wishes.
On my part, I had gone out to the dining hall alone without telling Diana, and when we protected Betty, I had simply seen Diana off when she was led away by Lewya for the sake of making the conversation go smoothly.
I thought that the current Diana would be angry but would eventually forgive me—this was just being spoiled, and it could hardly be called relying on her.
”It’s exactly as Diana says. I was just being spoiled by you staying close to me and wasn’t relying on you. I’m sorry,” I said.
”When you apologize like that, I feel humbled. However, it’s not like Neil-sama’s habit of running ahead alone just started, and people don’t change that easily. Even I have had many moments where I almost did something meddlesome that would slight Neil-sama’s intentions. Therefore, we’re even in this regard, and that’s exactly why I want to change together with Neil-sama. To search for an ideal relationship that’s right for us,” Diana said.
”Diana…” I muttered.
”Neil-sama…” Diana whispered.
”Ahem!” a voice coughed.
Neil and Diana turned to the side with a start. Lewya was looking at us with lukewarm eyes.
”Look, I think it’s a very good thing to deepen your bond further, but I think you should be a little more aware of your surroundings,” Lewya said.
”I-I’ll be careful from now on…” I replied.
Saying that, unable to bear the embarrassment, I started talking to change the atmosphere.
”By the way, what happened to the dishes Stella-san broke?” I asked.
”The shards have been gathered and placed in the corner of the kitchen to be thrown away,” Lewya said.
”I see. We’ll have to buy new dishes, but what did you tell Stella-san?” I asked.
”I told her that the cost of the replacement dishes would be deducted from her wages. However, since we won’t know how much it costs until we buy them, I haven’t told her exactly how much will be deducted each time,” Diana explained.
Well, it would turn out that way. Fortunately, the dishes we use are items for daily use and aren’t outrageously expensive luxury items like the ones used at noble parties that cost several gold coins a plate. Nevertheless, since they’re used by nobles, they aren’t cheap either.
The cheapest ones are around ten platinum coins, and the expensive ones are about fifty platinum coins. Since I don’t know the specific number and types, I don’t know the total, but it would probably be an amount that wouldn’t be enough even if deducted from a servant’s salary until the very limit for a year.
”Hmm, even though it’s Stella-san’s fault, it’s a bit hard to demand the full amount… Oh, I’m sorry, but could you gather just the larger shards and bring them to me later?” I asked.
”I don’t mind, but what on earth do you intend to do?” Diana asked.
”I’m going to reuse them. It’s much better than just throwing them away like this, right? So, for the portion I can reuse, could you spare her the deduction from her salary?” I asked.
”Oh, Neil-sama, you always do this… Understood. I will select only the pieces that seem reusable and bring them to you later,” Diana replied.
”Thank you! That helps,” I said.
After finishing breakfast, I worked diligently on paperwork in the office as usual for several hours. Then, there was a knock on the office door, and Lewya appeared.
”I’ve brought the things you asked for,” Lewya said.
”Thanks, Lewya. Where’s Diana?” I asked.
”She had other business, so she asked me to bring them instead. But what are you using broken plates for?” Lewya asked.
”Hmm, it’s nothing big. I thought I’d make some sort of ornament or decoration,” I said.
”Ho, does that mean it’s a work of art?” Lewya asked.
”No, no, it’s not something as noble as a work of art. It’s just an amateur’s hobby,” I replied.
”Don’t say that. I’m interested in anything Neil makes. Show me when it’s finished,” Lewya said.
Saying that, Lewya placed a hemp bag containing a mountain of shards on the guest table and left the office.
”It’s a problem when you expect that much…” I muttered.
While grumbling, I looked through the documents in front of me to the end before standing up. I sat on the guest sofa and checked the contents of the hemp bag.
”I knew it, but it’s a jumble of all sorts of shards,” I said.
For now, I have a concept for the first thing I’ll make, so I look for shards that could be used for it.
”If possible, something that broke in two, straight and a little above the middle… Oh? How about this one?” I thought.
While being careful not to cut my fingers, I picked up promising pieces from the pile of shards. After twenty minutes of searching for pieces that fit together, I finally found exactly what I wanted. I spread out the set of tools I had brought from the laboratory beforehand on the table and began the work.
First, I glued the broken shards together with animal glue. Once the glue hardened, I painted the entire plate pitch black. Then, after peeling off parts of the color to expose the surface, I overpainted the parts where the glue had been pushed out and surfaced during the bonding in white.
”About like this, I guess? Well then, I’ll leave it here until it dries,” I said.
Once it dries, all that’s left is to apply a glossing agent and let it dry again, and it’ll be finished. With this, what I wanted to make is almost complete, so I’ll make the rest by feel.
Several hours had passed since I interrupted my work and started the task. During that time, I had been silently immersed in the work without resting my hands once.
Tap, tap
”Hmm?” I wondered.
At that time, I heard a reserved knocking sound, but since the sound was small and I was concentrating on my work, I thought it might be my imagination and tried to return to the task.
Tap, tap
”Yes, come in,” I said.
Realizing it wasn’t my imagination from the louder knock, I interrupted my work and turned my gaze toward the door. However, there was no reply, and the door didn’t open. Just as I was tilting my head in confusion, the door slowly—truly slowly—began to open. From there, after a pause of several more seconds, a characteristic head with black hair and green mesh appeared.
”Oh, Stella-san?” I asked.
”…Excuse me,” Stella said.
When I called her name, Stella entered the office hesitantly and closed the door behind her.
”Um, I heard from Diana that Neil-sama is troubling his hands because of my mistake,” Stella said.
”Eh? From Diana?” I asked.
For a moment, I wondered why Diana would say such a thing, but I realized Diana’s aim when Stella-san, who had been avoiding me all this time, showed her face like this. It must mean I should do something about this awkward atmosphere. I wanted to thank Diana for the assist, but I wish she had told me beforehand. I was the one feeling awkward facing Stella-san as well; I wanted at least some time to prepare myself mentally.
”Um, since you’re just standing there, please, have a seat on the sofa,” I said.
”Yes…” Stella replied.
Awkward… Usually, Stella-san would try to get away from me for one reason or another, but today, perhaps because she thought she was troubling me due to her mistake, she sat still across from me.
”Ah—um, how is your physical condition? I heard the wound was healed but the bleeding was quite bad,” I asked.
”Yes… I’m a little anemic, but other than that, there are no particular problems,” Stella said.
”That’s good then,” I said.
”…Um, Neil-sama, what on earth are you doing? You aren’t just fixing the tableware, are you?” Stella asked.
”I’m ‘joining’ them,” I replied.
”‘Joining’?” Stella asked.
Stella tilted her head at the unfamiliar word. Some people might have heard of Kintsugi¹. It’s a traditional Japanese skill for repairing broken ceramics, but as I was just a salaryman in my previous life, I didn’t have such specialized techniques or knowledge. I was merely doing something that looked like it.
”This story goes back many years, but there was a time when one of the servants carelessly broke a celadon vase that was decorated in the mansion. That person was also told to compensate for it, just like Stella-san this time. But what that person broke wasn’t daily-use tableware but a work-of-art vase. It was decided that they wouldn’t be able to pay it back even if they kept working for decades with deductions from their salary,” I explained.
”In that case, there’s no choice but to fall into slavery,” Stella said.
”Yeah, but even though it’s expensive, isn’t it pitiful to be made a slave just for breaking one vase? So I thought desperately if there was anything I could do and negotiated with my father. I said, ‘I’ll fix the broken vase myself, so please lighten the punishment for that person,’” I said.
”Did that go through?” Stella asked.
”In a way. But at that time, he said, ‘How much I can lighten the punishment depends on your results.’ Even though I was the one who said it, when I thought that another person’s life depended on my hands, the pressure was so great I felt like I was going to throw up,” I said.
However, since I had said it, I couldn’t not do it, so I set about repairing the broken vase. To start with, I joined the shards with animal glue and tried to hide the bonding surfaces with paint of a similar color, but I failed. The celadon vase had slightly different hues depending on the location, so if I painted poorly, it stood out even more.
Just as I was starting to hold my head in frustration, when the brownish-tan of the glue met the cracks, I thought it looked like tree branches. At that moment, it occurred to me: if it’s impossible to hide them, how about using them as a design as they are? My father wasn’t someone who liked very flashy things, so the broken vase was very simple.
There was a single point of elaborate design near the mouth, and no other designs existed. So without overlapping patterns on top of patterns, I painted the translucent glue with brown paint to make it look more like branches, and then added flowers to the branches with pink paint. What I drew on the nearly plain vase was something like the cherry blossom…
which is Japan’s national flower. I had never really drawn pictures before, nor did I have a memory of observing cherry blossom petals that closely. I drew relying only on the vague impression that ‘it was something like this,’ so even I had to say it was nothing more than a ‘pseudo-cherry blossom.’ Well, there are no cherry blossoms in this world, so no one would care. Thinking that this was the best I could do for now, I nervously showed the repaired vase to my father.
”I see. You dared not to hide the cracks and used them as a design. It’s an interesting idea,” he said.
”So how about it? Can’t you lighten the punishment for that person with this?” I asked.
”…Wait a moment. There’s something I want to try,” he replied.
”Eh? Yeah, okay,” I said.
What did he mean by ‘try’? If I had asked then, I might have known, but even if I had asked, I wouldn’t have been able to oppose what my father did, so the result probably wouldn’t have changed. It was a week later that I found out. When I was called to the study, my father, who was unusually high-spirited, was waiting.
”You’ve come. Be glad, Neil. Your work has been recognized by other nobles as well,” he said.
”My work…? I don’t recall developing anything recently that would be well-received by nobles,” I said.
If I had to say, the alchemical fertilizer was recent, but the evaluation for that had already come out. To me, who had no idea at all, my father announced the answer.
”What are you saying? I’m talking about the vase, not the research,” he said.
”Ah! The vase—the vaaase?! Eh, you showed them that vase?!” I shouted.
”Yes. They were praising you, saying that as expected of Atmiras’s child prodigy, it was an unprecedented approach. There are even requests coming in for me to have one made for themselves,” he said.
”Requests?! Hey, I haven’t heard about this!” I exclaimed.
”I just came back and told you just now, so of course you haven’t,” he said.
”Impossible, impossible! I’m not an artist or anything like that!” I cried.
”I know. But I can’t very well refuse what I’ve already accepted now. Besides, if you work hard and the value of the work rises, I’ll reduce the reparation amount charged to that servant by that much. That was what you wanted, and it’s not a bad deal, is it?” he said.
”—And that happened in the past. When the servant’s pardon was dangled in front of me, I couldn’t refuse… No, at the point it was my father’s command, refusing was impossible for me at the time anyway. In any case, I ended up accepting the requests. It was exactly around the time I had just developed the alchemical fertilizer, and the name of the child prodigy of Atmiras had spread in a ‘good sense,’” I explained.
Because of that, a strange kind of brand power like ‘it was made by that child prodigy of Atmiras’ was born, and the works I repaired ended up receiving a very high evaluation among the empire nobles.
”Was that so? But I hadn’t heard the story that Neil-sama was making such things. If it were that famous, I think it would have naturally reached my ears,” Stella said.
”It can’t be helped that you haven’t heard. The period I was accepting requests was only a short while—less than a single star². The ones I accepted were just the first request my father took and a few that came flying in right after; I refused the rest,” I said.
”So that was it. But thinking about Neil-sama’s personality, you wouldn’t want to accept requests from empire nobles,” Stella said.
”Well… that was part of it too,” I said.
”???” Stella looked puzzled.
Seeing me become oddly hesitant, Stella-san had question marks floating over her head.
”This thing I’m doing is the act of fixing broken things. Naturally, if there are no broken things, there’s nothing I can do. But normally, there are no people who keep such broken things forever, right? So I tried asking the clients who sent the broken ceramics, ‘What happened to this?’… through my father,” I said.
”What was the reply?” Stella asked.
”As I expected, they were breaking them on purpose to have me fix them. Among them, it seems there were even nobles who commissioned famous artists to make works specifically to break them… Hearing that story, I felt sorry for the people who made the works, and I stopped accepting any more requests,” I said.
At the point I finished the requests I had already accepted, the amount of reparations for the servant who broke the vase had become the minimum to maintain the appearance of a punishment, and there was no longer any meaning in continuing to accept requests beyond that.
”My father said it was ‘wasteful,’ but after all, I couldn’t tolerate the act of intentionally breaking a work that someone else made,” I said.
”To let go of the evaluation you worked so hard to get so easily, and moreover, that the reason is because you don’t want other people’s works to be broken—that’s just like Neil-sama,” Stella said.
”Because if the work you poured your heart and soul into was broken, anyone would hate it, right? I don’t want to do things to others that I’d hate if they were done to me. And if artists started hating me because ‘it’s because you made such things!’, I’d hate that even more,” I said.
”Fufu, that truly is an answer like Neil-sama,” Stella said.
While we were talking up to this point, the tension between us had vanished before we knew it. Perhaps Stella-san had also found some room to relax, as she looked around the office and found the work in the process of drying placed on the desk, as if avoiding the desk where I was working.
”Is that a finished work?” Stella asked.
”Yes. Although I’m still in the middle of painting and letting it dry, and except for one, I haven’t even applied the glossing agent to the others yet,” I said.
”May I see it?” Stella asked.
”Eh? Ah…” I hesitated.
”Ah, was there something wrong?” Stella asked.
”N-No! It’s not like that. Um, is it dry yet? Please wait a moment,” I said.
Saying that, I stood up from my seat and checked the result of the first work I made.
”Yeah, this should be fine. Stella-san,” I said.
”Yes, what is it?” Stella asked.
”Here, this is for you,” I said.
To Stella-san, who made a suspicious face at being suddenly called by name, I held out the finished work. The moment Stella-san took the work and looked at it, her eyes widened in surprise.
”Neil-sama, this is…” Stella whispered.
”Does it look like it? I made it while imagining the stars in the night sky and a shooting star crossing them,” I explained.
The work I had thought of first for this occasion and absolutely intended to make: the flat plate I had once painted entirely black was an image of the night sky. By peeling off the color to expose the white base, I drew stars, and by painting the lines of the joints white, I expressed the trail of a shooting star.
”It’s very wonderful. Truly, I’m not just being polite,” Stella said.
”I’m glad then. Well, I’ll give that to Stella-san,” I said.
”Eh?! I-I can’t accept such a wonderful thing! I’m the one who broke the shelf and the plates…” Stella said.
”That’s why. Stella-san is a person with a strong sense of responsibility, so I thought you’d be really depressed, and no matter how much I said it was okay, you’re not the type to forgive yourself easily. So I thought I’d cheer you up in a different way. Look, Stella-san’s name means ‘star,’ doesn’t it?” I asked.
”You… knew the meaning of my name?” Stella asked.
”Eh, the fact that ‘Stella’ means star is quite a famous story… right?” I asked.
I feel like I heard that somewhere… I don’t know. It’s troubling that I don’t know at all to what extent I should pretend not to know things I already know from my previous life’s knowledge in my current position. It felt like the conversation was going to roll in a bad direction, so I hurriedly changed the subject.
”Anyway, because I made it with the intention of giving it to Stella-san, I’d be happy if you’d accept it. How about it?” I asked.
”This… for me?” Stella asked.
”Yes. I made it while thinking of Stella-san—” I started.
At the sight that suddenly jumped into my eyes, I was surprised, and the words I was trying to spin got stuck halfway.
”Stella-san? Why are you crying?” I asked.
”Eh?” Stella wondered.
Large tears began to spill from Stella-san’s eyes. Stella-san herself touched the tears trailing down her cheeks with her finger and made a surprised face.
”Oh, that’s strange. I wasn’t supposed to be this prone to tears, but when I thought that Neil-sama thought of my name… thought of me as a star… ugh… uuu…” Stella sobbed.
”…” I was silent.
I didn’t know why Stella-san had suddenly started crying, and since I didn’t know, I couldn’t do anything but silently watch over the sobbing Stella-san. Does she have some important feelings about her own name, Stella?
I haven’t dared to ask about her past, thinking Stella-san must have her own complicated circumstances, and I don’t intend to ask from my side in the future either.
Besides, even someone as dense as me could at least tell that the tears Stella-san was shedding now were tears of joy. If those tears were born of happiness, asking would be in bad taste.
After she finished crying for a while and had calmed down, Stella-san looked up.
”Um, thank you very much. I will cherish it for the rest of my life!” Stella said.
”Yes, I’d be happy if you did that,” I replied.
”…S-So, are the ones you fixed going to be used as tableware again?” Stella asked.
”No, they’ll be purely for decoration. The paint and glossing agent contain things harmful to the human body, and the animal glue used as an adhesive loses its bonding strength when heat is applied, so if you put warm food on them, they’d fall apart,” I explained.
”Then, will the other works be decorated in the mansion?” Stella asked.
”I’m thinking of giving the rest to people I’m indebted to. For now, one to my family home—no, my mother will definitely say she wants one too, so two. Then to Viscount Hedmar and Marquis Rubal, and I also want to give them to the people I’m indebted to in the frontier settlement³… Ah, I want to give one to Viscount Pelant too,” I said.
”To Viscount Pelant?” Stella asked.
Stella-san seemed unable to hide her surprise at the mention of Viscount Pelant’s name and asked me back.
”I know what you want to say. ‘Is there a need to give one even to an opponent who isn’t friendly at all right now?’, right?” I asked.
”Yes. I’ve heard various rumors about Viscount Pelant. To put it clearly, he’s not someone Neil-sama should be involved with,” Stella said.
”That’s true. To be honest, I also think I shouldn’t be involved,” I agreed.
”Then why would you do such a thing?” Stella asked.
”Because a rumor is just a rumor. It might not be the truth, right? I think it’s arrogant to make a selfish assumption that ‘anyway, this person is this kind of person’ and give up on them,” I said.
From the moment I voiced the answer, I had wanted to be that way.
But as Diana told me, people don’t change that easily. There’s no one in the world who can become exactly as they decided to be from the moment they decided they wanted to be that way.
It was only very recently, since I met Espera-san, that I became able to think that way from the bottom of my heart. At first, hearing that he was an Inquisitor⁴, I was on guard, thinking it would definitely not lead to anything good.
But when I opened the lid, not only was he not a bad person, I even thought he was rather a good person. Precisely because I had such an experience, even while thinking myself that I shouldn’t get involved with Viscount Pelant, if there’s a possibility that he’s actually not as bad as the rumors say, I want to believe in that possibility.
”But I think it would be bad even for me to get deeply involved, so first, I’ll give a gift as a bit of a feeler—in the sense of seeing how they react,” I explained.
”…Fufu,” Stella giggled.
”Stella-san?” I asked.
”Sorry. That’s right; Neil-sama was that kind of person. If you weren’t, I wouldn’t have been able to be here like this. I was a fool to ask such a question,” Stella said.
”Um, I feel like you’re agreeing in a strange way?” I asked.
I felt like I was being agreed with in a slightly unsatisfactory way, and I expressed my protest with a pout, but Stella-san only looked amused seeing that.
”Fine. I’m aware that I’m a strange person,” I said.
”Oh, please don’t sulk,” Stella said.
”I’m not suuulking,” I replied.
”Neil-sama, I’ll apologize, so please cheer up,” Stella said.
The awkwardness that had been there a little while ago had completely vanished, and I felt that the distance between me and Stella-san had become much closer. When I first met Stella-san, and when I ended up knowing Stella-san’s true identity, I never imagined things would be like this. Since no one knows what the future will be, there is no reason for me to hesitate in this choice.
After that, Stella-san and I spent a trivial but comfortable time together until Diana, who came to check on the progress of the work, scolded us because I was so absorbed in the task that my work hadn’t progressed at all.
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Summary:
Following a kitchen accident where Stella destroys the tableware, Neil decides to repair the broken shards using a Kintsugi-like technique to spare her from heavy financial penalties. Diana uses the situation to force an interaction between Neil and the guilt-ridden Stella, helping to break the ice between them. Neil creates a special plate representing a starry night for Stella, which moves her to tears as she realizes he cherishes her. Finally, Neil expresses his philosophy of believing in the potential goodness of others, even those with bad reputations like Viscount Pelant.
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Character Insight:
This chapter highlights Diana’s evolving role from a strict attendant to a supportive partner who now uses ‘cute’ manipulation to help Neil resolve social tensions. Neil’s growth is shown through his refusal to judge Viscount Pelant based solely on rumors, a mindset reinforced by his positive experience with Espera. Stella’s emotional outburst reveals a deep-seated vulnerability regarding her identity and a growing loyalty to Neil after he validates her value. The act of ‘joining’ broken things serves as a metaphor for Neil’s attempt to mend his strained relationship with Stella.
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Behind the Scene:
The author notes that this chapter became unexpectedly long and considered splitting it but decided to finish it in one go. They apologize for potential typos due to the volume of text. The upcoming plot will involve Viscount Pelant and will link the stories of the Theocracy and Betty together.
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Notes:
• Espera – An Inquisitor (middle clergy rank) of the Pentis faith from the Theocracy, serving as the official point of contact. She is characterized by her crisp tone and brutal honesty, defending the necessity of charging high fees (‘fair compensation’) to maintain their resources and aid the suffering. She possesses a cool, assessing gaze and is highly perceptive, noticing Bearty and closely examining her distinctive features before choosing to leave without incident.
• Viscount Hedmar – Zora’s biological family
• Stella – Female. A young woman from a village in the territory of Count Cordis. Her appearance is that of a young girl with a fixed smile, reflecting her traumatic experiences. She was renamed Remia by the brothel owner in Malm. Her relationship with others is marked by survival and adaptation, as she endures sexual exploitation and bullying. Her inner thoughts reveal a deep sense of despair and disconnection from her original identity.
• Marquis Rubal – Another noble, who is famous as gourmet.
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