Before heading to the battlefield, every Brave carefully polished their armor, applied the finest refined mineral oil to their weapons, and then hugged their beloved friends and family one by one to say farewell.
No need for many words, just enough to express their true feelings.
Exchanging pure and transparent hearts to nourish the faith hidden deep inside.
Such a Brave would be unstoppable on the battlefield, able to unleash 200% of their strength.
Vyea had no armor to wear, had lost her once cherished sword, and had no close friends or family to exchange feelings with.
She had possessed all these things before, fought hard to gain them, but now they were all part of the past.
They say a true Brave, even after losing everything, can still embrace the world positively.
“So what if that’s the case! So what if that’s the case! I just can’t let go of the past, so what! I’m still the First Brave anyway!”
Hands on her hips, Vyea stood before the Mirror, scrutinizing her reflection.
White hair, green eyes, adorable and delicate—she looked at most like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old human girl, except her expression carried a coldness unbefitting her age.
There was no helping it; she had been through too much at such a young age.
Now, she wanted to pick out an outfit suitable for formal occasions, something that would allow her to make an appearance in Brave form.
Her Trainee had promised to accompany her today, so how could Vyea, as her teacher, let her feel awkward without knowing the full situation?
The countless styles of dresses and clothes only ended up confusing her.
“Choosing clothes is so hard… At this point, I might as well take a bath first.”
Taking advantage of the early hour, Vyea went to soak in a bath, washing away the lingering scent of wine on her body.
Wrapped in a loose Bathrobe, she returned to the Mirror and stared blankly at her wardrobe.
Back to the main point.
What kind of clothes would be good? Simple? Fitted? Grand and elegant? The problem was, she didn’t know how to wear overly complicated clothes!
How do you button this? How do you tie this ribbon? How do you wear these stockings? Can I skip the underwear?
Maybe just wear slippers barefoot? After all, she already had a wife; she wasn’t going on a blind date.
She’d wait until her Trainee couldn’t stand it anymore.
Comforting herself with this thought, Vyea felt at ease and picked up the first cream-colored casual outfit on her left, slipping it on with practiced ease.
The time was now 8 a.m., breakfast time.
This Residence was much quieter than the temporary room at the Tavern, with only a few scattered barks from a dog next door.
Knock knock knock.
The doorbell rang as expected.
“Come in, the door isn’t locked.”
Before an old acquaintance, Vyea’s tone remained gentle.
The door opened softly, and the morning sunlight poured in.
A purple-haired girl stood in the light like a shy next-door neighbor visiting temporarily.
Today, Lania wasn’t wearing that stiff Brave armor; her smooth purple hair was tied into a high ponytail with a red satin ribbon.
Her pale dress emphasized her youth, almost indistinguishable from the girls attending the Academy, completely lacking the fierce and wild intensity she showed when facing enemies in battle.
Only a faint sadness flickered in her purple eyes.
“Good morning, Miss Vyea.” She bowed slightly in greeting.
“Good morning.”
Vyea studied her Trainee carefully and asked with concern, “Did the Brave miss the important person you mentioned last night?”
“Huh…?”
The purple-haired girl was momentarily stunned.
“It’s still early. Come, have some warm Milk.” Vyea pointed to the steaming simple breakfast on the table.
“You look like you haven’t eaten.” Then she smiled softly and added, “By chance, I made a bit too much breakfast.”
“Thank you.”
Lania wanted to politely refuse, but her body had other ideas.
Before she could hesitate any further, she was already seated opposite Vyea, holding the warm Milk the other had handed her.
At this point, refusing would be impolite.
Thinking this, the purple-haired girl accepted the free breakfast with relief, taking a small sip under Vyea’s smiling gaze.
“Miss Vyea, just follow me for now,” she said, letting out a small breath of ease.