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((Ymber))

Chanson Montague. Ymber was sure she hadn't met her before, but there was something about her name that seemed to ring a bell. No matter how much he thought about it, it was impossible for him to remember what it was. The more time it passed, the more irritated Ymber was, for not being able to remember what was with the girl's name. It was because of that, that he had failed to noticed the girl being scared of what they had seen.

It turns out that having went to see the battle had been a wrong decision. Ymber had showed an important lack of judgement. He wanted to try and join the fight, and that's why he wanted to go there, but it was obvious he would not join if he had a girl to take care of. Why go there at all, then? His decision was lacking sense. Fortunately, Stella wasn't there to remind him of that.

Chanson had been absolutely shocked after the sight of the battle. Ymber had felt her shaking, but thought she might have been feeling cold, and of course did not notice her wide-open eyes. Her fear was not noticed by the young nobleman, and so they just kept walking to the tents. Ymber tried to think about what was going on with the Bellanese, but the more he thought about it, the less sense it made. It was getting on his nerves.

In the end, Ymber stopped his random talking, as he felt the girl holding on to his arm. He did not know her from before that day, but it certainly seemed strange for her to do that, so she was probably scared. For a moment, Ymber felt sorry for her, felt guilty for having taken her to see the battlefield. In fact, he felt so guilty he didn't dare telling her anything. He might want to apologize to her, some time in the future...

Just as Ymber was thinking about that, he saw the man with reddish hair, and stood in front of Chanson. As he waited for the man's answer, he checked out his looks. He was covered in gray dust, and parts of her clothes were stained... the color was red, probably blood. The man was looking quite imposing, but Ymber was brave, and he would not move his sword away from pointing at him. As strange as it felt for him, he was ready to give his life for that girl, if it was necessary.

The man didn't reach for his blade, and he continued to walk towards them. Ymber looked at him, defiantly. "Who are you, I said! Identify yourself and do not get nearer!" As Ymber yelled, he moved his sword forward, trying to seem imposing. With his height and strong body, he should look half dangerous. But the man kept walking onwards. In the end, he introduced himself. His name was Jean-Baptiste Montague... Chanson Montague... he wanted to claim his daughter. To claim her? It's not like he had kidnapped her!

"Do you have proof of what you say?! Don't get closer! I will not let you lay a finger on this girl if you're not who you claim to be!" Ymber looked back for a moment, and saw Chanson clutching at his sleeve, and begged him to stand down. But it was the next words that made Ymber feel at ease. Once Chanson said that the man was indeed Jean-Baptiste Montague, and that she had been looking for him, he decided he was not dangerous, as he had thought at first.

Ymber swinged his sword for a moment, and then plunged it into the ground. He had remembered what was strange about the girl's name. Of course, it was her surname. She was a Montague. The nobleman smiled, confidently, as he had remembered the name, and who this man was. "Jean-Baptiste Montague...!" He patted the girl's head, and motioned her to go with her father. "I am Ymber Ocmare."