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Apart from the training facilities, the southern side also housed the adventurer’s guild so adventurers who lived in the district would have a place to work at.
There were also multiple blacksmith shops lined up, and the elves who did business in the guild could also be seen around there.

“…It’s okay. It’ll take some time, but I’m sure your body will be able to swing a blade again.”

Luthors had been staring dumbfounded at an adventurer that just left one of the blacksmiths, so Schenna spoke to her in a meaningful and gentle voice.

“Schenna… if I’m being honest, I’ve been really worrying about swinging my sword. Can I tell you a bit more about my past?”
“If it’s a bitter memory, you don’t have to force yourself.”
“I’m fine. It’s something I’ve wanted to talk about for a while anyway.”

Schenna was worried Luthors would try to push herself, but her clear eyes showed she was determined to talk.

“Alright then. Let’s sit on that bench over there and talk.”

Schenna gave in to her and took her to a bench located in a nearby resting place.
After a deep breath, Luthors began talking about her past.

Luthors had originally been born in the continent of Valsen. When she was five, her country was destroyed by Humlise and both her parents perished in the war. Since she and her sister Carla became third-class slaves, they received cold treatment afterward. Eventually, they were loaded into a slave ship and traded to Swead in the continent of Halcentius. There, in one stormy night, they found a path to escape and ran away. However, as they were still very young, their escape was obviously found out and they were being chased everywhere until a group of Dark Knights from Gafenna eventually rescued them. Their life after that involved dangerous swordsmanship and survival training before they could live in Gafenna. Sometime after being there, Grana was resurrected, they fought against the Hero’s Party and eventually were defeated. Then Carla sacrificed herself so Luthors could escape during a stormy night. And then, while weakened by poison she still slew the dark elves that came in her pursuit and she managed to escape.

“I see…so you’re afraid of thunder because it reminds you of that time you were chased as a slave when you were little, as well as the time you lost your sister.”

Schenna felt completely helpless after hearing Luthors’ story.
Schenna did not know anything about Luthors apart from the fact that she was a high ranking Dark Knight from Gafenna.
And she regretted not attempting to know more about her earlier.

“Becoming a Dark Knight for Gafenna, swearing to serve that country, I did everything just so I would never have to go back to being a slave. And ever since you picked me up…I’ve kept swinging my sword for you just so you would never throw me aside. When I met Kishana, I was completely frightened as well, elves and dark elves put much more emphasis on the difference of races than humans do. So I thought she would try to assassinate me to take revenge for old grudges.”

“I’m actually grateful to you, and Kishana doesn’t hold any resentment for you either! I’m sorry I had never realized you were shouldering such bitter memories…”
“When you rescued Caro and Mauro from Swead, I was as happy for them as if it’d been me you rescued. And I also thought that you would never throw me away then. That was when my feelings for you started to increase, reaching the point they are at now.”
“I also like you a lot. And everyone is worried about you. So please stay together with us from now on as well.”

Luthors nodded silently and flung herself to Schenna’s chest, the two embracing while sharing their happiness.