To the quenching flavour of his rum, rubbed together are the lips of this man, to the lingering tang that pops on his tongue, his feet slowly swerving to the music that pleases him in this night, tipsy as he's seated in the hotel of the Briggs family who's gone out, soothed in the lively town of Appleton.

"Alright, big man! Now, who else's wife do you have the balls to tempt with your 'mighty rod'?" A drunk laughs. "Ah! King Horik's!!"

"Who, King Horik??" A customer laughs, stomping his cup against the table in piquing the man's interest. "If I took a stroll into his palace, I could bend his wife and his daughters over, and he wouldn't do squat about it. He would stand in the corner and just watch us at it, pleased that someone can finally do his wife right!"

"Ah...so, you're saying you would give his little daughter a taste too, huh??" A third of the customer's friends laugh.

"Oi! Of course not! What is wrong with you?"The customer pushes his friend. "What I am saying, you see...is that the crown is all he probably has to him. No size! No stamina! Just a man on his throne unable to please his wife! Hm! He probably hired people to make up stories about him to boost his ego too"

"Wrong!" They to the sound of a hand slamming against a table, grabbing their attention to another seat.

"...What??" The customer shakes his head.

"I said you're wrong. No, buddy, you can't walk into his palace and bend anybody over. And he didn't send anybody out to boost ego either," The man challenge.

"Well...it's just a thought. My opinion, pal," The customer looks to his friends, wondering what's the man's problem.

"Well, you chose to be loud about it. So, I'm telling you that your opinion is wrong. Which king can you do any of that to a matter of fact? Oh, that little fat man in Wohlstand, King Louis? Sure, he seems like the type that would watch...maybe peg you too..." The man chuckles in silence, drinking his rum to his proud remarks.

"Alright! What's the big idea?!" The customer gets up, flustered by the man's words, the attentions of customers grabbed in their argument. "All I shared was my thought of mind! That is all. You can't come tell me what I can or can't do! Alright?"

"I mean...I am doing it now," The man shrugs. "And you're trying to spread rumours for others to advertise, which is just bullshit if you ask me"

"But it's still my opinion!" The customer argues, his friends telling him to calm down. "And I'm not the only who have heard it; The feats of your king are being suspected of being simply fairytales! Again, stories made up to boost his ego!"

"How can they be fairytales when he clearly fought for our country, you bastard?!!" The man springs up, slamming the table once more, his eyes burning with passion to protect his king's name, calming himself as he rubs his scruffy beard, with the customer inspecting his armour, observing the crest of a tower upon his chest. "S-Sorry...those 'fairytales' you speak of are made up by jealous men who have nothing better to do with their lives, friend...learn not to spread information without finding the truth first, can you do that for me, please?"

"You, you're a Knight of Strongcastle? What are you doing up in Dragonford??" The customer questions.

"What? Knights can't be outside of their territory now?" The knight challenges.

"I don't know, do you usually come up here and harass tourists like this??" The customer challenges, his eyebrow fixated to his boiling annoyance.

"Nope, don't say I was harassing you...wait, so are you a tourist. Hm, I knew it..."

"From Sweoland; Born and raised," The customer hits his chest.

"...Bloody hell, it makes sense now. Our kings of the past almost went to bloody war over a fucking island. And now here we are, their wills causing us to curse each other out for stupid reasons," The knight face palms himself, the man noticing his sword kept in an old worn-out sheathe. "Sorry I said anything. Our kings now are good friends, so forgive me and I'll forgive you. Have a good night, friend...this never happened, but keep your tongue tamed for the sake of it, that's all I ask"

"Wait a minute..." The customer points to his sword. "I know you!"

"W-What?" The knight clicks his tongue.

"Yeah," The man nods. "You know Carla, don't you?"

"...Oh no," The knight gulps, his heart feeling like it has jumped to his throat, remembering a night where he had to run away from an angry man who tried to take a good look at his face.

"You slept with my woman! I can't believe it! W-Wait...! You’re Captain Arwyn of the Strongcastle knights!!" The customer declares, others looking at the knight as they wonder if its really is him who had come to another province to cause trouble, having the knight become victim to rising emotion of nervousness.

"Alright..I'm leaving," Arwyn takes one more gulp of his rum, smacking his lips to the taste once more as he heads to leave.

"Don't walk away from me!" The customer stops him. "Y-You're a knight! How could you do this??"

"Look, again, I'm sorry...I didn't know she already had a boyfriend; She only told me after we did the deed....she must have felt guilty to you. Buddy, let's just relax; you drink your rum, and I'll leave so won't have to look at my face any longer. We're both young men here; we don't need to fight over the who gets the girl here, they are plenty of fishes in the sea. And, I get were descendants of Vikings, me and you, but by the gods, calm down on the drinking sometimes"

"Wha-" The man points to Arwyn's cup.

"...That doesn't count," Arwyn shakes his hand. "Plus, aren't you Sweolish people supposed to be shy and reserved with keeping your conversations simple; What are you doing here bad-mouthing our king for? I would understand if you were doing to King Louis...nobody likes that fat bastard"

"Huh? Then what about you Verencians??"

"That's it, now you bring your stereotypes into this," Arwyn drinks some more, his cheeks redden, the man pointing out his hypocritical nonsense once again. "What's your name?"

"Micheal!" The man answers.

"Micheal, look man, she told me it wasn't going to work out in the first place, alright? She said she isn't too keen on men from other countries, saying you were going to leave soon anyway...and that your nipples taste like salted salmon...that last part I didn't have to hear-hicc," Arwyn states, chuckling in remembering that day.

"You..." The customer reddens, his face blushed by his drinking, now embarrassed that his friends and others had heard that. "...guys?"

"Yes, Micheal?" One of his friends answer.

"We're gonna cut the balls off this fucker," Micheal declares, his eyes washed in seriousness.

"Wait, wait!" Arwyn puts his hands up, trying to calm the folks. "Let's not do this. Wanna hear something else? She said you were at least good in bed, said your size was very impressive. At least one thing you and your friends boasted about was actually true, huh? Isn't that good to hear??"

Contemplating on whether to kill this man or to run away believing he'll probably be called a coward, freezing in his place and looking at his comrades, Micheal glares at Arwyn who smiles in his stance against them, the knight summoning a spree of hiccups that jump his chest, contagious to the men who have also drunk their night out, all of them sharing a similar characteristic of being drunken to fools.

***

Bottle of beer at his table, his boots tapping against the floor, whistling in his mood that sings of the good night that he uses in the inspection of his prized arsenal, seated on the outdoors of a bar he has chosen as his place of resting a little, across his usual weapon shop, is the leisure of an elf in his free time. And from there his eyes lift, discovering for himself a group of gorgeous ladies who gaze from a table of their own, together as they whisper in their lust in wanting to know who he is, his blue eyes softening in sensing their looks of interest, pulling the soul of one who attracts to his table.

"How can I help you?" Ezek asks the curious woman.

"You're the chimaera slayer I've heard about?" She smiles, seating herself beside him.

"I guess I am," He nods. "Need something?"

"Well, I thought I could just come over and have a talk with you," She says, leaning into what he's doing. "What are you up to?"

"Killing time, waiting for a friend," He puts down his gun, giving her his full attention. "How about you, what are you doing?

"Hmm...Well, my friends and I were wondering If we could buy you a drink. Well, can we, chimaera slayer?" She suggests, her eyes like a signal that blinks to her hints.

"You want to buy me a drink?" He questions, curious of her motives.

"Yeah. I can just imagine how lonely you must be sitting here alone," She jokes, having him chuckle as he shrugs, reminding him of how things work in Verencia.

"Hmm, that depends on what for? So, maybe you should just tell me why you really want to buy me a drink," Ezek charges once more, setting fire of emotions inside the body of his new friend, in her seeing the gaze of his eyes upon her, the woman crossing her legs to the feeling of alcohol in her system mashing together in the weight of her curious mind that grows eager for his answer even more.

"You see, my friends and I also were thinking for you to slay such a scary monster, it would be a shame to know you weren't rewarded enough for your bravery. You deserve to be properly rewarded, even if it's just for this night alone. Don't you believe so, chimaera slayer? " She invites, her fingers brushing his gun.

"Hm, sounds like it would be quite the night," He says, appreciative of her interest, but his thoughts still remain calm, humbled by what he already has. "But...I'm afraid I'm...already taken, and she would cut my balls off and feed it to dogs if I decide to play around"

"Huh??" The woman's mouth drops, disappointed at the wake of his answer. "No way, you're taking??"

"Yes, ma'am," Ezek chuckles, both of them laughing to this surprise, the other girls realizing she has failed.

"Aw, alright...alright," She nods, her lips folded in wishing he had just taken her invitation without a word of him already belonging to someone else, a small wish of greed as she holds her head. "Hm. But I still want to buy you a drink though. I'd like to be your friend. We can at least be friends, right?"

"Hm...Sure," Ezek nods, a compromise formed in taking her invitation.

An outburst of noise as they've come to an agreement, appears a commotion on the street which turns their attraction, there they see as a group of men throw a fellow out the door and onto the road, the people getting up from their seats to see what is happening.

"Hey, isn't that captain Arwyn??" Another customer asks, grabbing Ezek's attention in the midst of it.

***

"Alright, you dirty knight! You try to embarrass me, so I'm going to do the same to you," Micheal gets in his stance.

"Fuck," Arwyn wipes his bloody nose, also getting in his stance, blowing down in preparation to not embarrass himself.

Begins the brawl of these two men in the middle of the street, both equal in their vigour, and both sluggish in their movements from becoming drunken fools, grappling and striking each other with faulty blows that wobble them both. And suddenly appears another who intervenes in their middle, getting the surprise on the knight, a kick to his chest that staggers him onto the ground, Micheal looking at his friend in believing that he wanted this fight to be fair and honourable.

"Whatever, let's pick him up," Micheal tells them, and so they pluck him up off his feet, Arwyn having no more will to fight as he groans in shaking his head, the men laughing as he’s treated with a swift knock to his stomach.

"W-Wait!" He stops another from hitting him, blowing down as he feels his belly wobble. "Please wait...I think I'm gonna throw up"

"Huh...! You know," Micheal pants, pointing at the knight. "Before coming here, I believed the knights would be people of great spirit and personality. Never would I thought I would run into a knight such of yourself, Captain fucking Arwyn!! Yeah, I have heard about you; I can't say I don't respect you, but that was just very messed up, Captain!"

"Well...can't I just...give you an autograph instead and call it a day?" Arwyn suggests with a cracked grin, grunting to another strike that meets his stomach, his belly cramped by his exhaustion and pain. "God, that hurts"

And so a spree of punches begin to greet his stomach, held up like a punching bag as Micheal strikes him with absolute satisfaction, Arwyn stiffening his stomach in the hope that it at least lowers the pain of each blow he gets.

***

"Oh my god, you have to help him," The lady urges to Ezek, having the boy raise his eyebrows in her suggestion.

"Wh-Me?" He points to himself, the lady giving eyes of flirtatious intent now turned into eyes of puppies, seeing as everybody around them also look to him to make things right, sighing as he gets up. "Tch...I can't believe I'm doing this"

***

"Alright, I can say I'm feeling a lot better now," Micheal tells Arwyn, nodding as he breathes heavily, fighting off his drunken self from falling asleep. "Just one more punch, and we'll go about our night, alright mr.captain?"

"Just fucking go about it already...!" Arwyn spits on the ground.

"Alright, okay," Micheal nods, smirking at Arwyn, the man who just given up on this fight.

And wheeling his arm, Micheal slowly paces back in preparing himself, speeding up his wheeling in looking for the best place to strike a man, and the best place he finds, gazing at a fellow man's most prized body part, threatening Arwyn into calling out to the gods for the suffering to just end already. And in being fully prepared, Micheal jumps back once more, stopped by a push that almost slip's the man's balance, turning around to the person who has come to meddle in their affair.

"Who the hell are you?" Micheal asks.

"Hm..." The elf slowly lifts his head from underneath his hat, revealing his eyes that communicates to them a man who doesn't feel like playing around for long.

"Hey, I know this guy!" A third of Micheal friends laugh. "It's the Chimaera slayer, Micheal, the one we saw on the news. Hey kid, how about you come and have a drink with us some other ti-"

In his mind's notice, dark goes his vision, a smack across his jaw that sends him lights-out to into the land of dreams, shocking the friends and Micheal who is surprised by this hero's way of greeting them.

"Sorry," Ezek smirks. "Let's not waste our time here, huh?"

And in this turn of tables, Quick is the knight in breaking free of the men's grip, booting Micheal in his side as he was distracted, chuckling in seeing his downed opponent's face. Ezek is quickly rushed by two of them who wish to avenge their fallen friend, easily dodged in their attempts thanks to their intoxicated selves, Ezek landing a kick to one of their stomachs, feeding his face with punches, then launching off of him with a spin of a kick into the face of the latter, tapping them both out into there rests, leaving Micheal and Arwyn, both of the men circling each other, Micheal taunting the knight in prompting him into striking first.

"Wait, hmm. You know, Carla is one to talk about how she always loves her men who can take the lead. So, what's going, Micheal? I don't see much of that happening with you. Hmm, this is why she says she's break up with," Arwyn chuckle, taunting Micheal into clenching his fists even stronger.

In seeing his smug expression, Micheal charges first in his frustration, settling a hit across Arwyn's face who thought he could easily dodge it, receiving a knee to the stomach, knuckled and knuckled right into an uppercut that sends his head to the sky, reminded of the sweet soft kisses of Carla, an f-bomb dropping just as he goes flat on his back, the true loser of this battle, leaving a panting Arwyn to brushing off himself, the knight looking to Ezek who he nods to, hiccups surprising himself.

"Chimaera slayer-hicc, I've heard about you," He chuckles, pointing at the elf. "You're Red revolver's boy, the one who got cuffed in this very same town, then onto meeting king Horik where you told him to fuck off. Heh, What a time to be alive, huh?"

"Uh Huh..." Ezek slowly nods, seeing as the man can barely keep on his feet, slapping his forehead as he wishes he didn't help him now that he has heard him talk, also understanding why they beat him up in the first place. "Are you alright? Those people over there are pretty worried about you. So how about you go tell them that I did a good job helping you with your...knight duties"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine, thank you. I deal with jokers like these every once in awhile-hicc!" He insists, smirking as he lifts his hands. "Tell them...I'm as golden as butter"

And going silent, down he goes, onto the floors where his lips meet, his eyes barely open as he begins to snore, to which Ezek shrugs, smirking as he leaves the men to their slumber, waving to another he that he had just seen arrive.

"Nahshon!" He hears the elf call, his vision going blurry.

"Sup...what happened here??" He hears another voice questions.

"Don't worry about it. This is typical Verencia, these things always happen"

"A-Are you sure?? 'Cause this is the first time I'm ever seeing this. And, why is it in front of Mr.Brigg's hotel too? Seriously, the hell happened??" Nahshon laughs.

"Yo, guys!" He hears another voice, recognising it as Bjørn's. "Captain Arwyn?! The hell happened here??"

"Oh, you know this weirdo?" Ezek asks.

"Arwyn? Arwyn??" Bjørn begins to tap him against his face. "Captain, come on. Wake up! Arwyn!!"

Gone away is his consciousness, into his slumber where he hears Bjørn's voice begin to fade out, the last words being from Nahshon who says he is going to be going somewhere by the next day as he was talking to Ezek.

***

"Your soul is like an aged star, still burning with life and warmth, yet gone cold, dimmed, only a shadow of your brightest days. And you've wondered about who you are for the longest in your life, living every day a person who thinks for long in his silence. You've fought in battles, and you've lost many of them, so you've hidden behind your wings, a struggle with your fears, a struggle with your pride that denies your weakness. And even then, you still decide to crawl, you still decide to walk, you still decide to run. What is it you seek, boy? Why does your light still shine even though it blinks? Why do your wings still flutter even though they tremble? Do you fight for someone or do you refuse to die underneath this world unnoticed? Strength? Happiness? Or is it a truth you wish to find, Knowledge? But firstly, are you ready have any of these things? Are you prepared for the trials you must face? And are you prepared for the time that you might have to sacrifice a part of yourself?" ~ The Teacher.

Looking to the capital city, the grand Drakgard of Verencia, he is reminded of his teacher's words, sighing to the cold wind that brushes against him even in this summer morning, watching the train go pass on his horse, questioning the words that were spoken to him, as Ezek comes up to him.

"Ah," Ezek also sighs. "Why is it still so fucking cold when it's the summertime? God damn it"

"Hm," Nahshon smiles. "Let's go"

They race from atop their mounts to the city, Ezek winning to where they drop the horses off, now roaming on their feet. And Ezek stopping by a general store, Onto his new phone Nahshon opens an app, to the site of Verencia's public guild for all the quests available for him to choose, also seeing many that ask for his aid, putting it away to what lies in front of him, to his reflection before him. Groomed hair, now dressed in better quality gear that further suits his style, and his new sword now set to his waist instead of his bracelet that still rests on his wrist, smiling as Bjørn appears with also doing the same.

"Man, I can't wait till I'm taller," Bjørn checks his self out, Nahshon chuckling as Ezek comes back. "What are the plans for today?"

"I am going to be in the mountains pretty soon, just waiting for my quest giver to message me. What's up with you?" Nahshon invites.

"Just waiting on Nora- oh, there she is," Bjørn waves to her, him and boys changing from pleasant waves to tilting their heads to the annoyed expression on her face as she hastily walks, seeing two more girls behind her.

"Huh...?" Nahshon sounds, his heart speeding up for a second.

"Mmmm, Nahshon!!" One of the girls jumps onto the boy, latching herself on his stiffening body, her tail swaying around like a gladden pet, as Hazel greets the other boys. "You remember me?"

"Yes...I do...Ayame," He simply exhales, as she gets off him in being disappointed with his lack of enthusiasm in seeing her.

"Hey, what's the big idea? Aren't you glad to see me again, hmm?" She questions, blinking quickly as Nahshon cracks a chuckle.

"Hey Ezek, what were you going to do again?" He ignores her.

"Um, wow..." Ezek laughs. "Going hunting with some soldiers, they said they had some trouble with giant boars running around"

"Ah, okay, hmm," Nahshon nods.

"Don't ignore me," Ayame begins poking Nahshon. "When a girl greets you, you respond like a gentleman. Come on now, let me hear you again, do it properly this time"

"Oh my fucking god...!" Nora jumps in stress in hearing Ayame talk.

"C-Calm down, Nora," Bjørn tells her, patting her head from seeing her crazy eyes. "A-Ayame, what are even doing down here? Oh! Is there some crazy party going on later or something??"

"N-No. I, uh...actually came here to hang with this dude right here," Ayame points to Nahshon.

"Hmm," Nahshon sounds, on his guard as he does not trust her.

"Don't worry. I’m not going to steal anything. I'm sorry about that, by the way," Ayame awkwardly laughs in trying to comfort him, Nahshon pulling back his face from her hands. "You and I are going to have the best time of our lives. So what are you doing? I wanna come with. A party? Wanna come with me to a party?? Come on, it'll be fun. You could use a bit 'pumping of your oil tank,' if you know what I'm saying?"

"Huh??" Nahshon sounds, slightly frightened by her word.

"No! Shut up! You're not going to take advantage of him! He's seen your bullshit!" Nora points. "You're like one of those stereotypical catgirls from your country; dumb and fucking stupid! You fucking idiot!"

"...Aren't those the same thing, Nora?" Ayame smirks, frustrating the little priestess.

"Agh!! Come on!" Nora grabs Bjørn, the boy waving as he's being dragged away.

"Bye, Nora! So, where to now?" Hazel asks, as Nahshon has just gotten a message on his phone.

"Oh, and that's my quest giver," Nahshon informs them.

And thus they begin their walk to his address, Nahshon and Ezek at the front, the boy confused on why the girl would want to follow him, And there Ezek turns, his palm to their faces as they stop.

"That's it. Alright, come clean," Ezek looks to Ayame. "Why do you want to follow him so badly, kitty?"

"Come on dude, we're friends now...a-aren't we?" Ayame chuckles to Nahshon, the boy's simply chuckling as Hazel sighs.

"Just come clean, dude. I told you he wasn't gonna just go with it," Hazel tells her, patting her head.

"Ughh!" Ayame jumps up, whining like a sad little girl. "Alright!"

Clutching her hoodie, she quickly brings down the zip in justing wanting to show him the truth, revealing to the boys a surprise that drops their jaws, a collar strapped around her neck with beeping lights, Hazel holding back her laughter so her friend isn't more ashamed of herself.

"Because of what I did to you, she had everybody hold me down as she placed it around my neck. She said until she feels you have forgiven me, it won't come off, so..." She sighs, remembering how they pinned her to the ground as the commander did that to her. "Ah! I'm sorry, alright?? I mean it! Please forgive me! I hate this thing!"

"...Mi bomboclaat," Ezek sounds, Nahshon slipping him some cash.

"What the hell was that?!" Ayame charges.

"Oh, we made a bet. If he can use my country's words correctly, then I'll give him money," Nahshon explains.

"Screw that!! Do you have any idea how fucked that day was?!" Ayame charges, traumatized as she's in disbelief at the fact that her own housemates did that to her.

"There, there, don't worry, honey," Hazel hugs her, Ayame mourning in her arms. "That's why I'm here, don't feel as bad. You'll be fine"

"Heh, looks like the commander is a woman of surprising things, huh?" Ezek nudges Nahshon, confusing the boy.

"And here," Hazel gives Nahshon an item, Ayame frowning as the boy takes it. "It the switch that...that electrocutes her"

"Oh," Nahshon nods, inspecting the switch, his eyes then going onto Ayame. "Like this"

Fastened on her toes, she rocks to the electrifying sensation gripping her like a tight rope around her neck, her tail aiming out with every inch of hair standing tall, dropping to her knees with strange moans that develop after, to the sight of who stands above her, a fear awakening inside of her in gazing to the boy who smirks in looking down on her, his eyes sadistically mysterious in the way she perceives him.

"You-You" She points, her finger shaking to the after effect and her heartbeat racing.

"Sorry, I didn't think it would be that bad," He scratches his head, smirking once more.

"Come here!" Ayame jumps up, her hands stretching to Nahshon in her moment of being embarrassed by his attack. "Ahh!"

"Yoohoo!!" A voice calls.

Just as Hazel holds back Ayame from her attacking Nahshon, they all look atop a jeep, the person's feet swinging as she waves, Nahshon pointing to her as he realizes it's his quest giver. Dark hair, dark clothing, and dark makeup, a gothic description the boy views, slowly waving to her.

"Well, I'll be on my way now," Ezek pats Nahshon's shoulder. "Catch you later"

"Wait, Ezek," Nahshon stops him, looking down as he thinks of what to say. "Do good out there, bro"

"Hm," Ezek smiles. "Likewise"

Shaking hands, Ezek part ways with a farewell to the ladies as well, onto his own adventure as the group goes closer to his quest giver. She jumps off her vehicle, humming as she brushes off her dress.

"You're Bettany?" Nahshon asks.

"Yes, I am," She says, shaking his hand. "And you're the chimaera slayer. Nice to meet you"

"Oh," Ayame and Hazel sound, Bettany looking at them.

"Are these companions? You didn't tell me you were bringing friends along," She winks at them. "Nice to meet you, girls"

"Yeah..nice to meet you too," Ayame slightly bows.

"L-Likewise," Hazel also greets, Nahshon slowly nodding.

"Since we're going up to the mountains, is there anything we need? Maybe some more fitted clothing?" Nahshon asks.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. We're stopping by another city before we go, we'll make a stop by the stores and get some stuff,” she assures, Nahshon nodding then turning around to the girls.

"What?" Ayame asks.

"Hey, if you don't want to come, you can just let me talk to her over the phone and tell her I forgive you. I don't care about you robbing me anymore," Nahshon scratches his head.

"Huh?" Ayame gasps. "You would do that for me??"

"Hold your horses!" Hazel stops them. "Come on, Ayame. You know how saddened Aunt will get if you chose the easier way out. Like, you're cheating you're way out of this, don't you think?"

"I...Hmm. Wait..." She pauses.

Turning to her thoughts, She bites her nail in contemplating her choices, and developed is a strain on her mind; The want to have to not go through with this, but also not wanting to disappoint her Commander, shaking her head to the sight of lady Élise being pained, nodding furiously as she's made up her mind.

"Alright!" She shouts.

Her hand reaches deep into her hoodie, and rising out is a scroll that transforms into a screen of smoke that surrounds them. And out of the mist, Nahshon is amazed, his eyes ascending up to Ayame's flickering cat ears, astounded by her who has just transformed into a ninja right in front of his eyes as she poses and wink.

"Count me in!" Ayame declares, the three of them now looking at Hazel.

"Oh yeah," She figures.

Revealing her necklace, summoning is a beam of light from its written on symbols of the old language, appearing a spree of frost that climbs onto her skin and clothing alike, enveloping her into a bright light that forces them to close their eyes, revealing to them her who is now dressed in elegance, like a warrior princess of ice, her sword to her side, finishing with pose as well. And both showing their transformation, they and the boy look at each other, then to Betanny who just stands and looks back at them.

"O-Oh, I don't...have a transformation, sorry," She laughs.

"Alright," Hazel claps. "And this where we hit the road!"

"Alright! Adventure!!" Ayame cheers.

Hazel taking Shotgun and Bettany in the driver's seat, Ayame and Nahshon take their seats in the back, Bettany telling them that they're ready to go. She turns the keys into its place and onto the roads of the city they start their journey on, under the overcast sky, a party of four.