Accursed Heritage
[Thou shall perish like the Tarnished…] [I Have Made The Foolish Mistake Of Trusting A Tarnished…] [Oh, Foul Tarnished…] *** An orphan by the name of June found himself swept into the wretches of the Ark, a magical world that connected its existence to the world from which he came… the Mortal Realm. Realizing he was a dead man, he accepted his fate… only, his fate turned out to be drastically different than what he had expected. In fact, it offered him an opportunity to live, something he thought wasn’t possible. But with such an opportunity, came a cost, and his… well, was a dark one.
An Unreal Coincidence
"Yeah, you're right. The angle and position of the gaping hole seems deliberate rather than a thrust from an enemy. It's too precise."
She answered, nodding.
There's a chance the foe of the knight was just that good, but that was highly unlikely. In this case, it wasn't even plausible. June did not know the way of the sword, not even a tinge of it.
But Gemm did, and her confirmation was more than enough.
"Has it said anything else to you..?"
June asked, turning toward Gemm.
"No, nothing aside from his desire."
She answered, shaking her head.
"Maybe ask it something? It might just answer."
He wasn't sure it would, but it was worth a try.
Awkwardly, Gemm adjusted herself and rested her hand on her scabbard before asking:
"What do you mean by freeing your Queen?"
She addressed him as if he was sentient, which he was but at the same time wasn't.