It was already evening when Mare Mare arrived at the Academy of Magic with Eleonora.
The brilliant light of the Erdtree had replaced the sun, continuing to shine over the Lands Between.
"The scenery here is pretty nice," Mare Mare said to Eleonora from inside the carriage.
Eleonora rode alongside with the Executioner's Sword on his back. "Since when did executioners have to travel for work all the time?"
"What can we do? Can you afford to cross the Lunar Princess?" Mare Mare joked.
Eleonora lowered his head. "No."
"There you go." Mare Mare leaned against the carriage window. "Goddess, my Goddess, when will I see you again?"
"Could you stop wailing?" Eleonora frowned and reprimanded Mare Mare.
Mare Mare did not care in the slightest. "I'll say it anyway. I just miss her! I've even lost weight lately. I've gotten so much thinner."
"You're sick in the head." Eleonora rolled his eyes at Mare Mare.
"Exactly, I am sick. Why else would I have asked you to be an executioner?" Mare Mare spoke with complete conviction. "Now I'm even sicker. I love my Goddess so much that it's made me terminally ill."
Eleonora could not stand it anymore. "Then just die of it!"
"Then you're going to be disappointed." Mare Mare laughed. "People like me actually live longer. Can't help it. The Erdtree is just that unfair. Hahahaha."
Eleonora could not even be bothered to respond anymore. There really was nothing to say to someone this brainless.
Love-addled, attracted to disability, and hopelessly infatuated. What an unbeatable combination. Talking to someone like this was an insult to his intelligence.
Mare Mare had no self-awareness whatsoever and kept talking. "You know what? This is a big job. There are lots of people to kill. This Executioner's Sword will chop off