Shadow Slave

Indeed, the gallant man was none other than Quentin, the healer and melee specialist of Sunny's old cohort of Irregulars.

Quentin's soul had been swallowed by the Call when he lost consciousness during the siege of Falcon Scott. As a result, he was pronounced missing in action by Army Command... but no one had any illusions. Everyone, including Sunny, had thought him dead.

However, the gallant healer proved everyone wrong. Somehow, he had not only managed to reach a suitable Seed of Nightmare in the hellish white desert without succumbing to its many perils, but also conquered that Nightmare alone.

There were a few people among the members of the Evacuation Army who had managed a similar feat, but still, Quentin's return could only be described with one word.

A miracle.

Sunny did not like that word too much, though. It detracted from Quentin's own effort, resolve, and incredible determination to survive. He was a man who had once clawed his way out of a cocoon made by an abominable spider, after all, while being digested alive. So, perhaps Sunny should have given him more credit.

In any case, Quentin had survived. His physical body had long been destroyed by the time he Ascended, so the Spell created a new one for him, sending it to the Citadel where he was anchored at that time.

Sunny had only learned about it a few years after becoming a Saint. Knowing that the gallant healer was alive brought him a bit of solace.

Before, he was under the impression that most of his soldiers had perished. Now, he knew that only a half of them had... which was better, somewhat.

Maintaining a facade of polite indifference, Sunny silently pushed Aiko into the kitchen and showed Quentin to the table where Beth, Kim, and Luster were waiting. They met the healer warmly.

"Master Quentin, good morning!"

"Hey, Quentin!"

"Well, if it isn't Mr. Big Shot Ascended..."

Quentin smiled in embarrassment and took a seat.

Sunny followed Aiko into the kitchen, ignored her glare, and retrieved the additional glasses.

'Strange...'

He had opened his shop in Bastion because that was where most of the people he knew were. There were not that many good restaurants here, yet, and certainly very few run by a Master. Not to mention the Memory side of the business. Therefore, it was inevitable that he would run into an old acquaintance or two sooner or later.

mouth. Those old acquaintances recommended the new

many of the people he had known

it was strange for an impromptu meeting between the survivors of

would have thought that [Fated] was pulling the

such concerns now. Coincidences were nothing more than coincidences, and

'Free...'

smiled neutrally as he placed the glass in front

you like something

walking away, he saw Kim pouring the whiskey into the glasses. The sound of laughter disappeared, and

four of them remained silent for a few moments, their faces solemn. Then, they gulped the bitter liquor

untouched. Sunny had an idea of what his customers were going to talk

waiting for him with a dismayed

listen... I can serve that dreamy... uh... serve Master Quentin and his friends myself. You just

on his face and grew

couple moments

being strange

impassively,

Evacuation Army, and they are here for a

She coughed awkwardly.

you were in Antarctica, as well.

That was because the

popped out from by simply saying something like "Oh, I sort of stumbled into a Nightmare

short, it was

shoulder and went to

ready. The breakfast crowd

cooked another omelette, brewed some coffee, and delivered both to the gallant

reception desk, Sunny picked up the Monster

could not help but catch bits and pieces of the conversation

They joked, laughed, and shared news about themselves. Listening to the sound of

point, though, his expression changed

the moment, his pleasant voice

I heard something strange a few days ago,