After a long, much-needed shower and a little ti to cool off—not just physically, but emotionally—I finally felt like I could face the day again. I slipped into a fresh set of fine clothes, sothing presentable but comfortable, and stepped outside.
Taking the elevator I looked for her in the reception hall and then outside.
There she was.
She leaned casually against the stone wall outside, arms folded across her chest, her eyes tracking people passing by without really seeing them. That old tattered outfit of hers was still visible beneath the cloak draped over her shoulders, torn in places and weathered by ti. She looked like she had walked through a battlefield and hadn't bothered to change since.
I frowned slightly at the sight.
"Let's get you so clothes first," I said, approaching her. "You're drawing more attention than you probably want like that."
She simply nodded at my words. I appreciated that she didn't bring up the awkward ss from earlier that morning. Honestly, the less said about that, the better. If she could forget it altogether, that'd be perfect.
With that unspoken agreent between us, we headed off toward the nearest clothing shop.
When we arrived, I gestured toward the rows of racks and displays. "Pick whatever you want," I told her, giving her the ti and space to browse freely.
anwhile, I found a bench nearby and settled into it, doing my best to look like I belonged in the won's section—which, judging by the attention I was getting, I clearly didn't.
It didn't take long before I noticed the looks.
Lots of them.
Giggling glances, bashful smiles, and the kind of flustered blushing that only happens when girls think soone might be worth crushing on. I wasn't exactly used to this kind of attention lately, but hey, I wasn't going to complain. It was kind of nice to feel... popular. In a good way after how I was treated in the academy.
Though I couldn't help but think: if they knew I was Edward Falkrona—yeah, the real Edward Falkrona—they'd probably run for the hills.
"Excuse … are you alone?"
I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts as three girls approached . A trio—two humans flanking an elf girl in the center, who was the one speaking. She fidgeted slightly, clearly nervous, her pointed ears twitching just a little.
"I an…" I hesitated, not entirely sure how to answer.
"Do you have ti, maybe?" She asked again, trying to hold my gaze.
Before I could piece together a polite excuse, a voice called out from behind them.
"Edward."
Roda.
I looked past the girls and froze for just a second.
She stood there, no longer wrapped in that dusty cloak and worn clothes. Now she wore a light sumr dress, sleeveless and airy, the soft fabric falling just to her knees. A thin belt hugged her waist, emphasizing the subtle curves of her fra. The transformation was striking.
She looked… well, beautiful.
The kind of beautiful that made people stop and stare—and in this case, that's exactly what happened.
The three girls turned to look at her, and you could practically hear their collective confidence crumble. Their jaws dropped slightly, and after a few awkward shuffles and embarrassed glances between them, they mumbled sothing incoherent and wandered off in defeat.
Look what you've done, Roda.
I smiled as I got to my feet. "You finished?"
Instead of answering, Roda turned toward , her expression more serious than expected. "How do I look?"
I paused.
I looked at her surprised.
Because in that mont, there was sothing quietly vulnerable in her voice—like she genuinely wanted to know, not just for vanity's sake.
Why the hell was she asking that by the way?
But honestly, she looked amazing so I decided to be honest.
"Beautiful… very beautiful, even."
Roda blinked, caught off guard by my sudden praise. "Eh?"
"What?" I asked, already sensing I might've misunderstood sothing.
"I—I ant… am I still drawing attention?" She said, her cheeks tinting a light pink. "You said earlier people might recognize ."
Ah.
Right.
She wasn't asking if she looked good—she was asking if she still stood out too much. I, on the other hand, had answered like so smitten boyfriend.
Now I was the one getting embarrassed.
I cleared my throat, hoping to recover so dignity. "I think… you might be attracting even more attention now," I said honestly. "But… that can be adjusted."
I glanced around the store, searching for sothing that might help. My eyes landed on a simple sun hat hanging nearby. I grabbed it and gently placed it on her head, letting the wide brim cast a shadow over her face and hide her most distinct features—her white hair and the tips of her white ears.
"There," I said with a nod. "That should help. Unless soone gets too close, you should blend in better now."
Roda reached up and pinched the brim of the hat between her fingers, adjusting it slightly. Then, without a word, she turned to a nearby shelf and picked out a white hat of her own.
"This one's for you," she said, handing it to with a playful smirk. "Your hair's been turning quite a few heads too, you know."
I chuckled and took the hat from her. "Fair point." I placed it over my own white hair, feeling the brim dip low across my forehead. "Alright then, let's go."
After settling the bill, we stepped out together, the sunlight painting gold across the cobbled streets.
"Where are we headed?" Roda asked as we strolled side by side.
"To a nearby park," I replied. "I asked Vina to et us there."
Roda raised an eyebrow. "Vina?"
I nodded. "Yeah. She's going to help us reach the underwater path you told us about."
I had ssaged Vina the night before and checked again this morning—she'd confird she'd be there soon.
Truth be told, I wasn't in the mood to get tangled in more trouble. But so things were unavoidable.
There was sothing about Vina—a kind of innocence that reminded of the people I'd failed before. Maybe it was because she was still just a child… or maybe because I'd already lost Ron, the boy I wanted to protect.
I wasn't going to let that happen again.
Even if I had to rely on her this ti, I would make sure she ca out of this safe.
Roda didn't really understand everything I'd said, but she nodded quietly anyway.
We walked side by side through the gentle rays of the afternoon, toward the small park where I'd asked Vina to et us. The place wasn't busy—just a few families scattered about, so kids chasing each other across the open grass. We found an empty bench tucked near the edge of the playground and sat down in silence.
Roda's gaze drifted to the children playing in front of us. There was a distant, almost haunted look in her eyes as she watched them run and stumble and shriek with joy. Her hands curled into tight fists on her lap.
"Everything's so calm here," she muttered. "So peaceful."
I turned my head slightly to look at her, but didn't say anything yet.
"In my world…" She started again, her words sounding shaky, "Sancta Vedelia is always dark. Always mourning sothing or soone. Chaos has swallowed everything. I can't even rember the last ti I saw children smiling like that."
Her voice cracked at the end, and for a second, I thought she might cry. But she didn't.
I inhaled slowly, glancing toward the kids again. "Things can go back to normal," I told her. "Leon—the Edward who caused all of that—he's in my world now. He can't return to yours. It might not fix everything, but at least… without him there, your world has a shot at peace."
She shook her head almost imdiately, as if the thought pained her. "Every ti I start to believe it's over, that maybe this is the last of it... soone else shows up. Soone worse, soone stronger, more twisted. It's like a cycle. And I—I'm always powerless to stop it. They tear everything apart, and all I can do is watch."
I grimaced slightly at her words. I didn't know what to say to that. Because honestly? I felt the sa.
I'd faced death more tis than I could count. Every ti I thought I'd beaten the final boss, soone stronger showed up. And now, knowing that there was a Third Ga after the Second one was just reminding that Durathiel wasn't the peak—just another step on the staircase to hell.
"It never ends," Roda said, eyes still fixed on the kids, though her voice sounded far away. "Is there a way to stop it? Will we ever truly find peace?"
I let her question linger in the air for a while. The wind rustled through the trees overhead, and one of the kids let out a loud squeal as they tumbled onto the grass, giggling.
"I think…" I began, choosing my words carefully, "that it depends on what kind of peace you're looking for."
She turned slightly, curious.
"For , I guess peace looks like a quiet ho, far away from all this. Just , my wives, maybe a few kids of our own. No more wars. No more gods. No one knocking on our door trying to kill us. Just… a simple life. That's my peace."
"You want to beco a farr?" Roda asked, her lips curling into a teasing smile.
I let out a laugh. "Honestly? That actually sounds way better than fighting for my life every damn day."
The more I thought about it, the more it didn't sound that bad. Farming couldn't possibly be harder than getting your bones shattered by so twisted organisations or evil Gods. In fact, the image of a quiet life on an isolated piece of land—just a house, so fields, maybe a garden—sounded kind of... perfect.
Yeah, maybe the city would miss a little. But if I could live in peace, surrounded by my family—Ephera, Cleenah, Layla, the others... and children soday—why wouldn't I want that? That could be my endga. My goal. A life worth fighting for.
"I can only agree with that," Roda giggled, shaking her head. "Though farming? Not really my thing. I don't enjoy the countryside that much…"
I raised a brow and smirked. "Aren't you supposed to be a noble princess or sothing? Are you saying you hate the common folk, Your Highness?"
Her cheeks puffed slightly in protest, a tiny sulk forming on her lips. "I—I didn't say that!"
I chuckled, letting my hand fall across the backrest of the bench. "Alright, alright. I'll make sure to find a royal estate tucked away inside a city for you. Sothing fit for your refined taste, Princess Roda."
"Wait, are you inviting into your family now?" Roda retorted to also playfully.
I t her gaze, still smiling, though sothing in my chest stirred a little more seriously. "Well… if you feel like your world's too much to bear, maybe you don't have to go back. Your family and friends are still alive here, even if they don't know you. And, I an… I'll be here too. If I'm not too boring to hang around."
The words ca out more sincerely than I expected. Maybe I'd been thinking about this for a while. Maybe I'd always wondered—could Roda stay here? Could she have a new life where the people she loved still existed, where peace wasn't just a distant dream?
I didn't know. But I said it anyway.
Roda stared at , a flicker of surprise dancing in her eyes.
"…Are you serious?" She asked seriously.
I held her gaze. There was a stillness between us. We didn't say anything for a few long seconds, just sitting there.
"I an…"
"What are you doing?"
A sudden voice cut straight through the mont.
Both of us turned our heads quickly—and standing just a few feet away was Vina.
And she wasn't alone.
Beside her stood Alicia.
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