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Oh, if it isn't the cute little Iberian bird.

She was heading to the coast towards the lighthouse. Did she want another look at it?

The Sea Terrors there are long since annihilated. What business could she have?

Who knows?

Are we heading back to work now, Captain?

Many details remain to be discussed with both Kal'tsit and the old Iberian.

Then I'll keep strolling out here a little longer. Make sure our little bird returns to the nest safe and sound.

See you.

Are you lost, my poor little bird?

Who's there?!

Oh, it's you.

Of course. Who else would call me that?

This coast is a terrible place to kill time at night.

The Penal Battalion has the area under control, and the Sea Terrors have been swept clean. I can't imagine what there is to be frightened of.

Sometimes, for landwalkers, the waves can be more heartless than Seaborn.

The tide's coming in. Mind your feet.

Agh!

Are you sure you truly understand?

Even if I didn't, I would request for you all to teach me.

In order to respond to this calamity, I MUST learn.

Such a teacher's pet.

Tell me, then, why exactly did you come here?

I wanted to see where my maestro gave his life again.

I wanted to follow his teachings and try to overcome the fear in my heart once more.

Ow!

Wh-What are you hitting my head for?!

What a cute reaction.

Heheh. Sooo energetic.

Make sense. Just what are you—

You already have the self-confidence to face straight ahead.

Could you describe for me what's down there?

The sea, the lighthouse, the Penal Battalion's warship. Could they not be more obvious?

Keep going. You should be able to see it.

The reef, the lights, an unfinished column.

Aaaand?

Exactly how long do you intend to toy with me?!

Look up.

Just as Irene is about to get truly mad, Specter points into the air. Irene's line of sight follows the Abyssal Hunter's finger, and climbs through the night sky.

She sees the stars filling the firmament, and in an instant her fury vanishes.

You can still feel it, can't you, little bird?

Dreams are weighty things, and you're ready to put in what it takes.

But when your staunch beliefs pull you to battle, don't let them push life's joys to the back of your mind.

They might be the most ordinary of things, but they really can save you.

Urgh... nngh...

Heh, heh. Good little bird. That's what makes you so charming.

It's time you went back to the nest. Watch your step.

Are you leaving?

Urgh, wait!

Did you need something?

I think I may have been impolite. I've simply been calling you 'you' all this time.

You're right. I don't think I've ever introduced myself.

Specter takes two steps back, and lightly lifts her skirt.

The light of the twin moons spills over the hem, the pallid glistening of the waves letting off specks of light, shining over the scripture on her parchment strips.

Hello, Irene of Iberia. I am Specter, Abyssal Hunter.

If you're willing, you could also call me—Laurentina of Ægir

Laurentina... Laurentina...

What a beautiful name.

Well then, see you, my strong little birdie.

(Faintly, she hums.)

Is she... singing?

When I pray♪

The stars wax in night♪

When I dance♪

The moons shed mournful black♪

When I smile♪

The seas will be witness to my joy♪