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"Spare me the extra flattery. You really are an excellent Hunter, kid."
"But the Sequence One characteristic has fallen into a Demoness's hands. You may need to plan carefully."
"That won't be a problem."
On the way back to the inn, Medici was clearly in a much better mood. He no longer embezzled public funds to buy all sorts of random souvenirs along the way.
Traynor held the Holy Communion wafer he had received as a reward. With every bite, he heard a cry of praise to the great Lord. He felt his heart gradually grow calm, and as praises to the Lord echoed in his ears, his emotions grew increasingly peaceful.
The honey tastes pretty good... He pulled his thoughts away from the endless praises to the Lord. "Thank you for the compliment."
"The more you act like this, the more I look forward to seeing you become an Angel."
Medici said, "Are you really telling me you have no desire for power or status? I don't believe it. That ambition is rooted deep in your pathway and bloodline. If you've adapted well at Sequence 3, there's no way you'll stop here."
Traynor shrugged regretfully.
"Whenever someone asks me, 'What are your plans for the future?' I always answer, 'I never actually planned to live that long.'"
"My friends all died early, worn down by fear amid misfortune and war. But my heart and my life were both stubborn enough to keep me alive until now. I'd rather have died a hundred years ago. There's no point in living this long, only to have to take part in another war."
"Sounds like you have plenty of experience. Go lead some troops right away."
"No, thank you for your favor. Please let me return to logistics."
During a lull