North of here you will find a sign that says Marsa Plains.
The road still continues to the east, but to get to the Marsa Plains, it seems that you have to cross the road to the side.
The road is safer and more stable, but I'm worried about it.
Don't worry, we won't run into any thieves early on.
Confident Lunamaría.
She didn't see the oracle being attacked by thieves yesterday.
And that good fortune is on her side as she prays to the Mother of Earth every day.
That's encouraging, but she has one misconception.
Perhaps Lunamaria herself is lucky.
The fortune cookie she had at the inn town where she stopped by was a winner.
But I, standing next to her, am notorious for being unhappy and getting into trouble at every turn.
When I told her about it, she replied, "It's not like I'm attacked by thieves every time. It's not a trifecta," she reassured me, but her smile quickly froze.
Because as soon as we left the city streets, we encountered trouble.
As expected, we didn't run into any bandits, but we did run into something similar. It's a band of goblins.
A group of green goblins. Wearing ragged clothes and a rusty dagger.
They look distinctly deadly, apparently after the battle. Some of them are wounded.
Willie!
And it threatens you in goblin language.
Whether after fighting a human or a demon, I don't know, but a battle seems inevitable.
We may not have the will to fight, but they do. At least ten of them.
"Lunamaría, we're in a fight, you have to cover us from the rear.
I get it!
We stepped back and cast sacred magic, but as it turned out, we didn't fight.
To be precise, we didn't fight.
Before I knew it, there was a warrior standing at the back.
He would have been fourteen or five years old.
She looks about my age.
She is a girl, and her hair is neatly pulled back.
She wields a club called a flail and slays one goblin after another.
She wields the flail deftly.
Sometimes powerful, sometimes precise to her opponent's weaknesses, sometimes rigid and soft.
You are a deft warrior.
That was my first impression.
And I thought she was very beautiful.
She was different from Luna Maria.
Lunamaría was the ladylike and modest type, and this one was lively and dainty.
In my surroundings, she was
And imagining, she exclaims, "Son of the gods, Will, won't you help me fight?
'Raised by the gods, Will, won't you help me with the women fighting?
The girl with the flail says out loud.
It's true, so you draw your dagger and take cover.
"Sorry, I was just admiring you
"Uh-huh, that's just as well, I'm beautiful.
Say it yourself? I thought, but I didn't argue, I just introduced myself.
"My name is Will, and you seem to know me.
"My name is Leah, and I am a priest in the service of a god.
"The same as Lunamaria.
A better god than the gods that the little girl serves.