The player followed his gaze. It was the red-haired girl from earlier.
The player selected the dialogue option: [About Millicent]
Jerren: "Ah, Millicent..."
"She's an elegant swordswoman, as though she was born knowing how... That flowing swordplay reminds this old man of his youth."
He laughed heartily.
"She may look delicate, but Millicent was the last champion! A truly deserving powerhouse! Hahaha!"
The player was a little shocked.
That quiet, gentle-looking girl was the last dueling champion?
Jerren: "What, don't believe me? You'll understand when she picks up her sword."
"But there's no need to get too nervous. This year's champion is still anyone's guess. This old man has faith in you."
Leaving Jerren's bench, the player couldn't shake a sense of unease.
The previous champion was staring blankly at a seed beside a wheat field. Just what secrets were hidden here?
Millicent seemed to have an indescribable air about her, something like sadness, yet also like confusion.
The player turned around and returned to Millicent.
Millicent: "Back again? What strange things did Grandpa Jerren say?"
Millicent: "Don't pay it too much mind. He's always been like that, rambling about strange things."
"You're entering the duels too? Well, good luck. Enjoying the fight is part of dueling, after all. Besides, for that man, it's probably his only entertainment..."
The player selected: [About the orphanage]
Millicent fell silent for a moment. "...As you can see, I'm an orphan..."
"Though, to be precise, I don't actually know if I am. Mm, when I came here, I had no memories of my past... The only thing that felt familiar was probably the sword in my hand."
Millicent: "But Grandpa Jerren took me in when I'd lost my memories. The children are lovely too... So it's all right."
The player selected: [About the championship]