"Are you saying Constance Brilliant Star, my little aunt?"
Tales repeated it unconsciously:
Constance.
Little Calamity.
Running away from her wedding.
And...
"The Tenth Giant?"
"Mm-hmm." Morris smiled knowingly at first, then his expression turned gloomy:
"I still remember the day we finally made it back to Star Kingdom after going through hell and high water. Little Calamity suggested that we should get thoroughly drunk as a farewell, so we sneaked into some rich bastard's wine cellar and drank until dawn, laughing and crying at the same time. That was when we gave her that name. Of course, it was only after we sobered up that we realized the 'wine cellar' she had found, packed full of alcohol, was actually the supply depot of Archsea City's Vigilant Hall."
Tales raised an eyebrow, recalling the "glorious" past of Constance that Aunt Iris had told him about. He ventured:
"I heard she was rather... 'lively'?"
"Lively?"
Morris sighed helplessly as he remembered the past:
"Black Sword said that the Sunset Goddess had probably caught a cold while creating Constance, accidentally dropped her soul into the Prison River for a rinse, then could only pretend nothing had happened and hurriedly fish her out while God wasn't looking, before shoving it back in however she could..."
"For her and all the trouble she caused along the way..."
Morris's expression was a mixture of sweetness and bitterness.
But he shook his head, decisively cutting himself off from the past, and his expression grew solemn again.
Listening to him, Tales could not help smiling as he began imagining how his famously unreliable aunt and the "Nine Giants" had fared while wandering abroad.
But when he thought of the cold little stone urn in the Radiant Star Tomb Chamber, his smile vanished at once.
"So that was