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Vulcan...

Vulcan... is... Minoan?

Yes.

Can Vulcan check my weapons for me?

I am not authorized to perform maintenance on unregistered weapons.

Sorry.

Oh...

Wahh...

(Although, the weapon she's holding...)

(It feels somewhat... familiar...)

But there's no harm in just taking a look.

Can I see that axe you're holding?

Yes!

Here you go!

Thanks.

(This is definitely Minoan craftsmanship. Brings back memories.)

(It's worn. It's been a while.)

(But it's been wiped down surprisingly clean. You're doing what little maintenance you can, at least.)

(The construction is solid. Doesn't look like it's too damaged. It would be like new after some basic touches.)

(Oddly, no chipping, no warping of the blade. Pretty low temperature steel.)

(The steel...)

(It's familiar... where have I seen smithing like this before...?)

Um, ma'am?

(Ma'am?)

(Whatever. She can call me that if she wants.)

On the axe, near the grip,

There's a word.

It's my name!

In Minoan!

I wanted to go to Minos, but it's a long walk.

No one I met could tell me my name. They could only tell me it's Minoan.

Since Vulcan is a Minoan, you must know how to read it!

Can you read it to me?

Let's see here.

(Good thing, it hasn't completely rubbed away.)

(These characters...)

(They're definitely Minoan.)

(In standard pronunciation, this would be...)

(Ce... O... Be...)

'Ceobe.'

Should be Ceobe.

Ce... O... Be...

Ceobe.

Ce... obe.

Ceobe.

I'm Ceobe!

I've got a name!

Hm...

Vulcan, ma'am?

(Ma'am... again...?)

(Maybe I should give her a little nudge...)

Wh- what?

People usually have two names, don't they?

Like Lava has a different name when her sister calls her.

She's 'Little Lava,' or something.

I want one of those.

Sorry, I'm not very good at naming things...

Vulcan is a blacksmith. Blacksmiths are good people. And good people are good at naming.

(What is this logic?)

(Whatever. She's just a kid.)

Let me think for a moment.

Yeah!

(She wants a nickname?)

(But I only know how to name weapons. What should I do?)

(Ceobesius? Ceobenie? Ceobetia?)

(No, no, no. She's not a weapon. I need another scheme.)

(Think, Vulcan...)

Vulcan?

(She mentioned 'Little Lava' before, didn't she?)

Are you okay, Vulcan?

(Well, there's a pretty easy way out of this... might as well take it.)

We'll call you 'Kay.'

Kay?

Yes.

(It kinda sucks...)

Kay... Ceobe...

Thank you so much, Vulcan, ma'am!

You're welcome.

Don't be scared, Kay, it's just someone looking for me. No bad guys here.

Put down the weapon, okay?

No bad guys?

No bad guys.

There's no bad guys at Rhodes Island.

If you're scared, you can go behind the partition.

Ceobe isn't scared of anything.

Good.

Vulcan, are you in?

Who is it?

Hello, Vulcan, I'm an operator with the logistics department. I've come to relay the decision regarding the little Perro girl who was brought to Rhodes Island yesterday.

Operator Hibiscus said she entrusted the Perro girl to you. Is she still with you?

Yes, come in.

Vulcan!

Don't worry, it's okay.

Good day, operator Vulcan.

Good day, little Perro girl.

Don't call me Perro girl. My name is Ceobe.

Oh?

All right, Ceobe.

Now then, we have been over the details surrounding your rescue, our determination is as follows. Please listen carefully.

Due to the circumstances surrounding your arrival, your personal freedom had been temporarily restricted.