Theus looked at the girl's lovely face and felt as though everything had gone quiet.
Galahad was saying something beside him, but Theus did not notice. His heart felt hollow, as if he were sitting in an old cinema, the whir of film reels and the crackling current of cheap speakers sounding in his ears as memories of the past began to play across the screen.
Nora—a girl who always wore a serious expression. Though she was very short, whenever she seriously looked up at you, her presence never felt small. She was someone you would never forget after seeing her.
She always worked quietly and treated everyone with sincerity.
Being around her gave people a sense of security.
She wore a suit of pure white icefield heavy armor, covered in tiny scars. Yet under the girl's careful maintenance, it remained neat and imposing, like a rock tempered by wind and frost.
Theus had liked that armor very much. The full-body heavy armor worn by the Banshees had taken inspiration from its design. He had intended to show it to Nora when she returned.
Her in heavy armor, looking up at the Banshees in heavy armor—one large and one small. It would surely have been amusing.
Mm, the icefield heavy armor would catch when she looked up. And the armor Theus had designed for the Banshees was so tall... She would definitely awkwardly remove her helmet and glare at him in a huff.
Nora on the screen widened her eyes and glared at him. Theus could not help laughing aloud.
The memory on the screen suddenly froze, and the film began clicking as it rewound.
Nora also had a chain censer—or perhaps a thurible. It resembled a Meteor Hammer, with several weighted heads fastened to a handle. Theus could not