(Log-in Story) Etude of the Sorrowful Sunflowers

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Unlock: Log in on 7/24, during the Etude of the Sorrowful Sunflowers event
Characters: Arthur, Bradley, Mithra, Owen

Location: Manor Common Area (Day)

Arthur: Bradley.

Bradley: Well, if it ain't the prince from Central.

... Nice. Looks like that damn Oz ain't anywhere nearby.

Arthur: Do you have business with Master Oz? I believe he should be in his room at this time of day. However, if necessary, I can call for him...

Bradley: Hold your damn horses! Like I'd have business with him. I don't even got business with you; you're the one who addressed me, weren't you?

Arthur: Ahh, I apologize. I can't say I have business with you, but... I couldn't help but feel somewhat restless.

Bradley: Damn, so even princes have problems. So, what's up? You gettin' picked on in the castle?

If you need 'em slaughtered, I'm happy to be your guy.

Arthur: No, not at all. The people in the castle have been very kind to me.

At present, the Eastern wizards have gone to investigate a matter pertaining to the Landsberg territory in the East. However...

I've heard that, due to the inexplicable incidents occurring in the area, the village there is on the verge of rioting. I believe... there's no small chance that this investigation may be dangerous.

Bradley: ... So that's why you're worried? Hah. Don't waste your breath.

Those guys from the East? They're pessimistic, gloomy, and timid as hell. There's no bunch equipped better to deal with some timid humans about to riot.

Easterners just love work that's all tedious and delicate like that. So believe in 'em, kick back, and relax.

Arthur: ... I understand. Bradley, I see you have quite a lot of faith in the Eastern wizards.

Bradley: Hey. Were you actually listenin' to me or what? When'd anyone say anything about that?

Mithra: Oh? How interesting.

Owen: Just what you'd expect from the sweet, gentle leader of the bandits. Ahaha, what a piece of work.

Bradley: The hell did you two come from?!

Arthur: Perhaps I was the one being rude to the Easterners by worrying for them. Now the clouds have cleared from my heart.

Thank you, Bradley.

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