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“I’m Styx, I watch of Demetri-Sama’s place while he’s away. You’re friends are taking care of the business he has for you all, a battle against students just like them—I mean, you all,” He explained with an odd correction at the end, his hands up as if to say ‘don’t shoot’, “If you’re feeling up to it, you’re probably needed in the fray as well.” He pointed with his thumb towards the open rift a few feet behind him. “I’d like to explain more in depth, but you’ll understand that leaving something like that open for too long can be hazardous. So, you feel like putting up your dukes? Err…barrel?” He laughed nervously.

Aemyle lowered her gun and eyed him suspiciously. He was dressed in a similar way to Alistair, so he was probably telling the truth. He spoke as if nervous, though he didn’t seem that put off by her aiming her weapon. Aside from that, what was that -sama he put onto Demetri’s name?

“I am not sure what you mean when you say ‘putting up your dukes’, but I do intend on following my companions into battle.” She looked towards the rift. If it was anything like the previous gate, the dizziness might return. If it put her on the battlefield and she fainted again… “I swore my loyalty to them,” She would follow regardless, and she would simply keep herself from falling this time.

“Thank you for your guidance, Styx, sir,” She smiled and acted as if she would move forward before curiosity overtook her, “Pardon me, but may I ask why you put -sama onto Mr.Maverick’s name? It is Japanese if I recall correctly,”