After leaving the Church of Elleh, Melina did not go straight back to the Tarnished.
She sat at the edge of a cliff, gazing at the distant Erdtree, lost in thought.
It was impossible not to care.
But... it was not jealousy. She had only spent a few days with the Tarnished. How could she possibly be jealous?
She was simply curious.
What kind of pervert could fall for a pervert like that?
That was just too bizarre!
How could the Duchess possibly fancy that... that... freak she did not even know how to describe?
The more Melina thought about it, the more wrong it seemed. The Duchess might be lonely, but surely she was not that desperate.
Had the Tarnished taken advantage of her vulnerability?
She shot to her feet.
Objectively speaking, if the Duchess really wanted to be with the Tarnished, that was a good thing. After all, that idiot Tarnished really did need someone to keep him in line.
But... Melina was not sure whether the Duchess would regret it.
In any case, she regretted it now.
Regretted what?
Meeting this pervert.
Just yesterday, the Tarnished had lain beside the Grace and actually... actually attacked her boots with his face! ꐦ≖ ≖
Melina had frozen on the spot. Where the hell are you lying? What are you sniffing at?
I'm wearing boots! There's no way they smell!
No, that's not the point!
The point is, what was that pervert thinking?
How could someone like that ever make the Duchess happy?
Melina took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
Forget it. I'll stop thinking about it.
The Duchess is so rational, anyway. She shouldn't fall for a pervert like that.
Probably...
Meanwhile, the player was controlling the Tarnished as he explored an unfamiliar area.
Barren mountains surrounded