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[Dhaos is, as a general rule, not a social person. He certainly doesn't mind being surrounded by people, but when most of the residents of Luceti are human he finds himself half-wishing he could strangle some of the people around him. As such, he's spent an awful lot of time in his apartment for the past few weeks, dwelling over the latest experiment and pretty much waiting for himself to calm down.

He really was powerless here. Even if he had been weakened by mana deprivation and injury, the Demon King of Aselia controlled his own fate, made his own decisions, chose his own path. But here, the Malnosso could do as they wished-- they could transform his body and erase his memories, wipe the urgency of Derris-Kharlan's situation from his mind, give his heart to another woman. Dhaos had always been in control of his own fate, and the fates of others as well, and the change was... upsetting.

Although, as Dhaos once realized with an unhappy surprise, it was something of a relief not to be the one responsible for the lives and deaths of others...

Anyway, now that it's been long enough for Dhaos to think back on the experiment without throwing a fit or something similar, it's time to get something he's been wondering about straight. This is his first time using a filter, so he's not sure he has it done correctly, but he does his best.]

[Written, Filtered to Martel: 70% Unhackable]

I need to speak to you.

[Written, Unfiltered]

What are your worlds called? Do the people of different regions call it something different? Is there a meaning behind the name, or has it been lost to the ages?

[And after a minute:]

And if there is anyone else here from Derris-Kharlan, I would like to know.

[And he can be found reading in the library/on top of the library. It's been a little while and he still hasn't read up on any of the other worlds, so he's rectifying that today. And as always, feel free to find him stargazing at night.]

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[Underneath his cloak, Dhaos crosses his arms, gripping at his sleeves. His tone is mostly matter-of-fact, but there is a trace of something beneath it that Martel might find uncomfortably familiar.]

Magitechnology. Despite having nearly brought themselves to ruin only 150 years previous, humanity clings to its weapons and wars, and all negotiation has proved futile.

[ She did find it uncomfortably familiar. It seems that no matter what mankind does history will always end up repeating itself. Hopefully that statement stays true when it comes to the ending. ]

I see . . . To be honest, I found myself in the same exact situation. It was much before your time, about a thousand years ago. Many people lost hope, all except for four. What we- ah, they did was forge a pact with the existing summon spirits and when they obtained the trust of Origin, the summoner created the Eternal Sword with Origin's power.

[ Her voice falls at that point. She doesn't give any further explanation what happened afterwards. That was the part where everything started to go wrong. ]

[Unfortunately, Dhaos catches Martel's slip. Fortunately, he has other things to think about at the moment.]

They created the Eternal Sword?

[So... would the Eternal Sword have the power to save the Giant Kharlan Tree?

...Of course, the only way Dhaos would ever be able to obtain it now would be by killing the current Eternal Swordsman-- something he had already decided he did not want to do.]

[ She nodded her head. ]

Yes. The summoner requested that Origin make this sword as it was necessary for the survival of the world. However, the sword was made specifically for him so only those of elven blood may wield it unless certain conditions were met.

...So the original Eternal Swordsman was of elven blood.

[As if Dhaos needed any more reason to lose faith in humanity's ability to be reasonable about such things.]

He was a half elf to be more specific.

...Were half elves looked down upon in that time?

[Because the first half-elf Dhaos ever met cut his best friend's arm off, and the idea of giving such power to anyone with an excuse to misuse it is a very bad idea in his mind]

[ Her minds goes back to the elves that banished her and Mithos from the village to their warnings falling to the deaf ears of the Tethe'allan royals. ]

Yes, in ways I hope you never experience.

[...

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A recipe for disaster.

Dhaos is very tempted to ask if the aforementioned half elf eventually used his suffering as an excuse to inflict it upon others, as Dhaos has seen happen before, but he recalls Martel's slip earlier and realizes that she probably knows him personally. And fortunately for her, Martel is one of the few people Dhaos is willing to let such things go for.

So though Dhaos can't help but frown and think of what a bad idea it was to give a half elf such power, he changes the subject.]

...The half-elf Mithos is your brother?

[Nice work, Arche. This is something Dhaos has been wondering about for a while... ~~But we have to be careful to prevent time paradoxes now, urk.~~]

[ She visibly pales. Did he figure out who they really were? She bit her lip and forces herself to calm down. No, he could just be talking about her brother. He wasn't necessarily asking if Mithos was the hero of legend. ]

Y-yes . . . Why do you ask?

[...She didn't like that question. Dhaos can see it. But she answered.

So Arche was telling the truth. The spirit of the Giant Kharlan Tree had a half-elven brother. Dhaos' question now was, "How is that even possible?" ...But he had the feeling Martel would like that question even less.]

An... acquaintance told me your names. I was merely confirming her words.

[ She nervously smiles in relief. ]

A-ah, I see. Who exactly told you that?

[ She tries to subtly ask. Maybe she could approach that person and figure out how much they knew. ]

[Dhaos might not like people, but he understands them, and sees what Martel is doing there. On one hand, Arche possessed plenty of information that would be sufficient to drive Dhaos out of the village were she to reveal it, but on the other, she did not appear particularly inclined to anger him. They were likely to meet sometime regardless of his answer, if they had not already.]

...Another being from Aselia. I know very little about her.

[And it is not a lie. Dhaos knows absolutely nothing about Arche beyond her name. He never knew anything about any of the Heroes, until the Eternal Swordsman announced his name, and Arche spoke of the priestess as Mint... Those three were the only names he had. The others' names, their origins, the nature of their grudge against him-- Dhaos never took the time to learn, or care.]

Oh, I see.

[ She nervously held her hands together behind her back. Looks like she'll need to talk to each individual from his world. Hopefully, it won't be that many. ]

[Well, she can at least narrow it down to the women. Though talking to a certain few of the men may yield some good information, too...

Dhaos can tell this conversation is making Martel incredibly uncomfortable, and given the way he's seen Mithos act he thinks he can guess why.]

...If you would rather not talk about it, simply say so.

[ Is she that easy to see through? ]

Ah, right . . . I'm sorry, but it seemed like you really want answers, and I want to help as much as I can.

[For Dhaos, yes. He might not like people, but he's had plenty of opportunity to deal with them in the past.]

...Thank you. But I would rather not make you uncomfortable, if possible.

[ Martel smiled. He didn't appear as the type, but Dhaos is can be a very considerate person. ]

That's kind of you, but it's nothing. A little discomfort never hurt anyone.

[Though he had never been very expressive, that consideration was once displayed openly to everyone. Now, however...]

...If you say so. [He'd disagree with that.]

So is that all you needed to ask me?

[No. Absolutely not. There's still so much Dhaos doesn't understand-- how a half-elven boy and an angel could be siblings, how an angel became the spirit of the Giant Kharlan Tree, why the name of the Yggdrasill cannot be spoken aloud... and what happened to the old tree. The events of 4000 years ago. The first Eternal Swordsman. Martel's part in that story. Dhaos still didn't know anything, and Martel might be the only person willing to tell him.]

...I believe so. Thank you.

[But while the lack of communication and the loss of important information is what led to Dhaos' death in the first place, he is not sure he wants to hear it from her. If she is not the Martel from his time, then she has no grasp of his situation... She can't help.

Though he still can't help the feeling that he is eventually going to end up approaching her again in the future.]

[ Despite the thousands of thoughts racing through Dhaos' head, Martel doesn't suspect a thing. So instead she gives him a smile. ]

Your welcome. I'm glad that I could help. If you need to ask anything else, just come to me.

[That's what Dhaos prefers.] Mm. I will.

[ Before she walked away, she looked back at him. ]

Well, I hope to see you again soon. Bye!

As do I. Good bye.

[...Such a kind soul. Dhaos will be watching out for you, Martel.]

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[action] In the interest of not causing a time paradox >___>

[action] Don't want the world to implode of course! XD

[action] Noooope! Perfectly fine with EXploding, however.

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