Leona, who was in the full Londrian uniform consisting of a combat dark green overcoat, thick trousers and thick black leather boots—was sitting on the trunk of a fallen tree that served as a seat by the roaring campfire.

“So explain to me. Why did you make our world the way it is?”

She asked a man across the fire. He wore a washed blue bandana that covered his short black hair entirely, white cotton shirt and comfortable dark pants with an unusual pair of yellow slippers.

“Hang on Leona…” He had a notepad on his hand as he was scribbling something on it with a red pen. His brown eyes straightened as if trying to see closer to the paper only for him to reel back and scribble some more. “Ah, there we go. A good idea. So what did you want to know?”

“Our world, why have you written the way it is?”

“Well, for starters, I’ve always liked the renaissance period in history back in school. You could say it was one of the reasons as to why Arcadia is portrayed the way it is.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know what that means…”

He pushed the pen against the side of his head—thinking how to describe the concept for an outworldly person.

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“In my world, it is what we call the turning point in history where our civilization truly began to shine, or at least that is my view pertaining to the fact. Point is, your world—this world, is the construction of my own desires to see in a fantasy story.”

“Then, you are mimicking the history of your world onto ours?”

“Yes and no. There is a limit to what I can add depth to in this story to which is why I rely on the real counterpart. That is to say, this world—as much as I wanted to be real, is still simply a work of fiction.”

“I see… can I ask why I was created? Up until this point—with all due respect, has been quite unforgiving for me and my companions.”

“A fair question to which I have another question. Why do you think you were created? You are by no means someone without faults, but consider what you have for a moment and think.”

“An adequate amount of knowledge in different fields such as history, magic, tactics and politics.” Despite naming everything she could think of, her mind still came to a blank answer. “I… still cannot imagine why.”

“You are everything that I sought to be.” He spinned the pen around his thumb. “By no means perfect of course, but with plenty to offer and share. Through a story like this I can share some silly ideas I’ve had when I was a kid and even more. Eight years is quite a lot of time for an endeavor such as this.”

“I see… have I fulfilled my purpose then?”

“Are you worried about that?”

“Well… I can’t help but feel responsible when I have expectations placed upon myself.”

He smiled as he pointed the pen at her.

“For sure you have, but don’t let your guard down. You never know what I have stored for you.” He then looked back at the notepad. “What about you I wonder? Have you been enjoying this journey thus far?”