"Have you decided?" Brando asked.
Standing before him were Medisa and Hypamira. Both ladies nodded, though the Little Princess of the Silver Elves wore a resolute expression, while the priestess seemed somewhat ambivalent. As Himilud's shepherdess, training meant traveling. To her, this was probably just another interesting journey.
"I originally wanted you to return to Eluin with Freya." Brando frowned. He had already learned of the dangers of this trial from Fuxia. In a sense, he did not want Medisa and Hypamira to take this risk. They could slowly grow stronger by remaining at his side as well, so why stake everything on this one chance?
"My lord, when we were in Fir Territory, and during the battle at Ambersell, we also had many safer options." Medisa replied with a smile. It was as though she were recalling that towering figure from back then, and her eyes gleamed. "Yet you chose the most thorn-strewn path, my lord. You left us with such a courageous example. How could you now demand that we stop in our tracks before danger?"
Brando choked. "...It's different, Medisa."
"Yes, because every time, you were the one who stepped forward to protect everyone—to protect Fornia, the villagers of Green Village, Her Highness the princess, and Yuta and the others. But this time, it is our turn to devote ourselves to you. As your followers, could you truly bear to watch us fall behind your footsteps?"
"That's right." Hypamira nodded as well. "My lord, it has been a long time since our path as Spellweavers was decided, but because of one matter or another, it has continued to be delayed. Your deck is so special, my lord. Since you gave us the power of Spellweavers, we have the responsibility to undergo this trial in your stead. For