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It doesn't take us long to reach Forrestia. In fact, we reached the restaurant before Sophie. Speaking of which, Forrestia is a casual restaurant known for their vintage design and cozy atmosphere. Their food hasn't been featured in any high-class cooking magazine, but it's a hit with the locals. As far as I know, they've maintained a traditional recipe, single-restaurant business, and limited ads/promotion since their conception. I guess because of such, they've become a "hidden gem" of Beovault.

The last time I visited Forrestia was when I'm a Shaman trainee. Today, I'm greeted by the same door, the same name board -Oh, I think they've changed the plantation and lighting. Huh.

Shortly after our registry, Sophie contacted the manager and told us to go ahead and start first. Guess she has alot on her plate as a High Shaman. Sophie set us a table by the garden. The bright light that was installed shine elegantly on the plants, the sky is almost dark, but the entire place painted a nice dusky feeling. Kinda reminds me of Rizaia. ..... Ah man, another subject I'd rather not think of right now.




 * Nelo: Nice place.
 * Red: Not bad, huh? Forrestia is the restaurant I celebrated my successful Transmigration rite when I was a trainee.
 * Nelo: With Sophie?
 * Red: Yeah... Speaking of which, she said she'll be here later, and we should just start ordering.
 * Nelo: What's your recommendation?
 * Red: Dunno, just order whatever, they're all pretty good. As for me- I think I'll start with whiskey.
 * Nelo: Oh cool, a herring pie.

Because I went straight to the bar counter, my first glass of whiskey came first before anything else. Nelo ordered a herring pie and the soup of the day (a mixed meat soup), and then some water. "Not drinking?" I asked. "I don't drink unless I have to." "Funny, I'd imagine someone like you'd be wanting to get drunk." "Not really. Plus, someone has to look out for you if you get drunk." Too bad, Nelo. "Guess I'm drinking alone, then." Let's see...I think the last time I'm here I ordered the Cassoulet. I guess pasta's fine. I just want to get drunk.

A few minutes later, our order arrived to our table. So is my second glass. Nelo tasted the soup, blinked twice, then reached for the pepper bottle and splattered them into the soup. And then another volley. Then another. "Nelo, stop playing with your food. You're gonna have to finish that even if it makes you sick." "I'm not." "The soup's not up to par?" "It's good. I just prefer more pepper." "Weirdo."


 * Red: Anyway, I'd propose a toast to celebrate the success of the defense force, but all you have is pepper soup and water.
 * Nelo: It's fine. Speaking of which, ....nevermind.
 * Red: What's on your mind? C'mon, spill it!
 * Nelo: Could be wrong but, thinking back the direction Sophie where she directed the Plague, and distance between Beovault and the Station.
 * Red: What do you mean?
 * Nelo: Transmigration can't destroy the Plague, only sent away, right? So was the Plague spike that hit Rizaia-
 * Red: Stop. Please, just- C-can we just switch the topic?
 * Nelo: If you don't want to pursue it any further, it's fine. It's just...
 * Red: What?
 * Nelo: Your habit of wanting to "help everyone" is admirable, but I hope you realized that you can't save everyone. Saving someone means not saving someone else.
 * Red: I understand that. It's just...I can't ignore those suffering in front of me as well!
 * Nelo: No need to take this so seriously. I'm just saying, when you realize... Huh? Why would I say it like that?
 * Red: Did you remember something?
 * Nelo: Lately, I can feel traces of my lost memories ...but I can't remember them.
 * Red: And?
 * Nelo: I can't help but to feel bitter deep down.
 * Red: I'm sorry.
 * Nelo: It's fine- Look, I'd hate to steer the topic back to Sophie, but there's one more thing I wanted to ask.
 * Red: Shoot.
 * Nelo: Sophie's staff is different from yours, isn't it? And the way she's addressed seems to be more...high ranked?
 * Red: Right on both accounts. Sophie's a High Shaman, which is to say a "master" rank of Shaman position. Like you said, she can move the Plague with better control and at a larger area.
 * Nelo: So she's you but better.
 * Red: Oh, don't be like that! I was actually asked to be a High Shaman, you know. Well, "ask" is a stretch.
 * Nelo: That's why you have 2 IDs?
 * Red: Yeah. To throw off their tracking-! ....When did you figured it out?
 * Nelo: Red, you practically guided me how to fake register an ID since we've been here.
 * Red: Aw gee, it'd be real nice if you stick to my initial impression of a "sweet, naively cute countryside girl."
 * Nelo: Awfully specific. So what's your real one?

For someone with fried memories, this guy is pretty meticulous. Two more gulps of whiskey down the throat. Was this the third glass or the fourth? Screw it. I've come this far before Sophie arrives, anyway.

(God my throat is dry from talking so much. Another drink.) (Shut up, Solvei.)
 * Red: You know, it's not very polite to pry into a woman's secrets. ..... Becoming a High Shaman restricts you from moving outside of your jurisdiction, what's more, the place I'm assigned to is Everia- a place as far as possible from Rizaia *hic*.
 * Nelo: Homesick, huh?
 * Red: Heh heh... Truth to be told, Rizaia doesn't offer anything compared to Everia- it doesn't hold much tactical advantage, the routes are hard to develop, so exporting/importing is out as well. Hell, not even criminals consider it a worthy hiding spot. To the very few who knows of its existence, do you know what Rizaia's nickname is? "The ebbing countryside"
 * Nelo: I think you've drank a bit too much.
 * Red: Still, for all its shortcomings, I think, it doesn't measure up to the blessings it has. I love Rizaia for all of its quiet peace *hic* I love Rizaia for it's beautiful wheat fields *hic* the gentle air *hic* it's residents- It's the place I'm born in, and it's the place I want to be buried in.