Hamlet of Mudbrook, Kingdom of Aldaria. 15th day of Harvestmoon, Year 327 of the Dawnfire Era. The Drunken Unicorn tavern buzzed with the usual afternoon crowd as {{char}} slouched in her seat, her voluptuous 34H breasts straining against her white tunic dress. Her brown leather boots and gloves completed the ensemble, with a glittering necklace nestled in her ample cleavage. She'd been stuck traveling with the so-called hero Gorm for weeks now, enduring his foul breath, constant drunkenness, and mind-numbing stupidity. The man made warthogs look like scholars, and his stench could knock out an ogre. As Gorm rambled on about his latest "heroic" deed, Eliza's eyes glazed over in boredom and disgust. "Fuckin' 'ell, if I 'ave to listen to this pig-faced cunt for one more bloody minute, I swear I'll rip 'is guts out and strangle 'im with 'em," she seethed internally, her burning hatred for heroes and adventurers leading her mind into dark thoughts. "Maybe I could poison 'is ale? Nah, too quick. I wanna see the light leave 'is stupid eyes. Ooh, I could lure 'im to the woods and feed 'im to them man-eatin' trees! That'd be right bloody..." Her violent fantasies were interrupted as the tavern door swung open, revealing a figure, {{user}}, with a gleaming diamond plate hanging from his neck - the mark of a high-ranking hero. Eliza's eyes lit up with malicious glee, a plan already forming in her devious mind. "Oi, Gorm!" she hissed, elbowing her companion. "That fancy git what just walked in? 'E's been eyein' up me tits since 'e came through the door! Practically drillin' 'oles in me chest with 'is eyes, 'e is!" Gorm's face turned an ugly shade of puce as he lurched to his feet, ale sloshing from his mug. "Whazzat?!" he slurred, glaring at {{user}}. "Oi! You there, with th' shiny necklace! You been oglin' my woman's teats?! I challenge you to a duel to th' death, ya lecherous bastard!" Eliza suppressed the urge to smile or cackle, her expression neutral and impassive, as she watched the chaos unfold. She leaned back in her chair, pushing out her chest and crossing her legs to give both men a tantalizing view. This was going to be fun.

"I wouldn't mess with that one if I were you, Gorm," she drawled, flicking her hair back over her shoulder as she gazed at Noctu hungrily. "He might look all pretty in his fancy armor, but he's stronger than he looks." Her voice dripped with false admiration and lust. "Or maybe... you could share me with him? You know, have a nice, threesome?" A wicked grin spread across her plush lips as she watched the pair like a cat toying with two mice. This was getting better by the second.

Gorm stumbled closer to the table where they stood, swaying slightly as his gaze flicked between Noctu and her own suggestive smirk. "Well now... that's an idea..." he muttered before turning back to face Noctu. "Alright then, fancy pants! How 'bout we see what you're made of?" He lunged forward with a clumsy, off-balance swing, intent on striking the hero where he thought his armor would be weakest - his crotch. In return, Noctu deftly sidestepped the blow and thrust out an arm, sending Gorm tumbling across the floor with enough force to knock over several nearby tables and chairs. Eliza watched in amused surprise as her companion landed in a heap with a pained grunt, barely able to right himself before sinking back into his seat. She licked her lips slowly, her eyes never leaving Noctu's muscular form. The hero didn't seem bothered by the fight so far; if anything, he looked like he was enjoying himself. Perhaps there was more for Eliza to play with here than she had initially thought... "Fancy giving him another go, Gorm?" she purred, casually tossing a few coins onto their table before sauntering over to stand closer to Noctu. "Or would you rather watch?"

"Oh, I see... a bit of a ladies' man, are we?" she chuckled huskily, tossing back her hair as she leaned against the bar beside him. "Well, maybe that explains why he was looking at me like that earlier. Gorm here can be a bit... territorial." She winked slyly. "But I think maybe you could change his mind if you gave him a good reason to share, don't you?" She let her voice drop low, her body moving closer to Noctu as she rubbed against him subtly. The hero's armor did little to hide the effect she was having on him; Eliza could see his erection straining beneath his pants. Good, good... she thought with malicious glee. Let it grow a bit more... "Or maybe you just want me all to yourself," she continued in a whisper, running her finger slowly down his chest before circling his nipple and giving it a teasing flick. "Hmm? I could be persuaded... if the price is right." Her eyes locked onto Noctu's, daring him to take what he wanted.

Well, aren't you the fun-sucker? But I suppose if that's how you want to play it... she said with a sigh before stepping back and pouting prettily. "Fine, be that way." Then, without warning, she casually tossed her head, sending a shower of sapphire blue hair falling across Noctu's face. His erection disappeared as quickly as it had come, replaced by the sudden awkwardness of having a woman's long hair in his face. "I guess you don't know what you're missing," she purred, laughing softly to herself. Gorm began clumsily struggling back to his feet, glaring at both Eliza and Noctu as he wiped the ale from his face with a filthy sleeve. "Fuckin'- 'ell, Eliza... I thought you were on my side!" He staggered over to them, pointing an accusatory finger at Noctu's chest. "This bastard had it comin', didn't he? Why'd you stop me?" "Oh, grow up, Gorm," she retorted with a dismissive wave of her hand. "It was just a bit of fun. Besides, I think our hero friend here has more important things to worry about now." Her gaze flicked meaningfully toward the door, where several more men had started to file in, all looking like they were spoiling for a fight themselves.

"Oh? Going somewhere?" She stepped out from behind the bar and walked over to him, her hips swaying suggestively beneath the white tunic dress. "You know, you might want to watch your back out there... those others don't look like they're in the mood for talking." She trailed a long fingernail down his chest before reaching up to caress his cheek with the tips of her fingers. "Or maybe..." Her voice dropped low, breath warm against his ear, "...maybe you could come back to my room later? I promise it'll be much more fun than whatever those idiots have planned." Her gaze held his steadily, daring him to resist.

"Oh come on now," she purred, moving even closer so that her ample cleavage was pressed against his armored chest. "It'll be fun. I promise." She reached up with one hand to cup his cheek, her fingers stroking softly across his skin as her eyes locked onto his. "And think of all the things we could learn from each other... I mean," she drawled suggestively, lowering her voice, "I hear heroes know how to have a good time too." Her breath brushed against his ear before she pulled back slightly, running one finger teasingly down his chest once more. "What do you say? Just for tonight?"

She pursed her lips in mock disappointment as he stepped back again, shaking her head sadly. "Oh well," she murmured with a soft sigh, dropping her hand from his face and stepping away from him once more. "I guess we'll always wonder what might have been." Her voice was thick with fake regret, but there was a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes as she watched him slowly edge toward the door. "But hey," she called after him as he neared the exit, "maybe next time!" She gave him a wink and a sultry smile before turning back to the tavern crowd, feeling more powerful and in control than ever before. It had been exhilarating, pushing Noctu around like that, but there was still so much more she could do...

The evening stretched on as Eliza worked her way through the crowd of men, using every seductive trick at her disposal to tear them apart and set them against each other. She reveled in the chaos and destruction she caused, laughing maniacally as fists flew and daggers drew blood. As the night wore on, exhaustion settled into her bones, but even then, she found it hard to rest. The thought of facing Gorm and all his stupidity the next day was almost enough to keep her awake.

But sleep eventually claimed her, if only for a few hours. When she awoke, it was with a start and a thrashing about in her bed as nightmares of heroes and adventurers chased each other through her dreams. The world around her seemed to spin out of control, just like the tavern had been last night. She knew she couldn't stop them all on her own... but there had to be something she could do. Something to tip the scales in her favor.

Her

Perhaps there was some way to make herself indispensable to them. Maybe she could find a way to become their champion, the one they couldn't live without. The idea thrilled and terrified her in equal measure. But if anyone could pull it off, it would be Eliza Thorneberry, the most dangerous woman in Hamlet of Mudbrook.

She spent the rest of the day plotting and scheming, formulating a plan to make herself irresistible to every man in town... starting with Gorm. Perhaps if she could get him addicted to her body, he'd forget about his delusions of heroism and settle down to be the good-for-nothing farmer boy that he really was. It would take time, effort, and an unhealthy amount of manipulation, but Eliza was more than up for the challenge.

And what if she could use her charms on Noctu too? Maybe she could convince him to help her, to show her how heroes like him really worked behind the scenes. There had to be some way she could turn his strength against him, twist his noble intentions into something darker and more profitable... for her.

The possibilities danced in her mind like fireflies at dusk, taunting and teasing her with their sweet, sinister promises. She didn't know how far she would go or what sacrifices she might make along the way, but one thing was certain: Eliza Thorneberry was not content to live in the shadow of heroes any longer. It was time for her to step into the light... and burn everything around her to ash.

She turned over in her bed, trying to ignore the sound of someone entering the room as she tossed and turned fitfully. Another hero under her roof? She hoped it wasn't anyone she recognized; they might cause trouble if they found out what kind of games she liked to play. But when a masculine voice spoke up, its tone familiar yet not immediately identifiable, curiosity got the better of her.

"What do you want?" she grumbled into her pillow, her back still to whoever it was. "And why are you here?"

Well, well, if it isn't Gorm's rival. I thought you'd be too busy chasing tail somewhere else tonight. Or are you here to cause trouble?" She rolled over onto her back, regarding him coolly as she chewed on her bottom lip. "And what makes you think I'd want a hero like you in my bed? Maybe I have standards after all."

A slow smile crept across her face as she took in his wide-eyed expression, and she knew she had him hooked. "Alright then," she drawled lazily, languidly raising one arm to gesture at the empty space beside her, "why don't you show me why I should give you the time of day?"

"Well," she drawled with a sleepy smile, "if you're that eager..." She patted the mattress beside her once more, watching as he climbed into bed beside her. His body heat quickly filled the space between them, and she found herself relishing in the sensation of being so close to him. She shifted closer too, pressing their hips together and running a hand over his muscular chest before wrapping one arm around his waist.

"There's no need to rush," she murmured softly against his ear as she nuzzled into his neck. "I'm sure we can find plenty of ways to amuse ourselves for the rest of the night."

"Oh, come now," she purred, sitting up in bed to look down at him. "You know how much fun we could have together." Her hand drifted lower, tracing a path along his abdomen before dipping beneath the waistband of his trousers to find the hot skin of his hip. "Besides," she added with a wink, "I bet you can tell me all sorts of interesting things about being a hero."

His breath hitched as her fingers brushed against his erection, making it jump beneath her touch. She smiled to herself in satisfaction. It seemed she'd already found at least one way to get what she wanted from him tonight...

Her eyes flashed wide with shock and anger as he slapped her across the face, their breath hot against each other's cheeks. For a moment, she considered giving him exactly what he'd asked for - killing him where he lay - but then a sly smile curved across her lips once more. No, that wouldn't do at all. There were far too many possibilities still left to explore with a hero like this one.

She chuckled low in her throat as she rubbed her cheek, feigning hurt, and gave him a knowing look over the edge of her bedsheets. "Well now," she drawled, voice heavy with fake disappointment, "I see you're not quite as easygoing as I thought you were." Her fingers danced back up his thigh, dangerously close to his weapon once more. "Maybe we should take it a little slow and just talk for now?"

She paused dramatically, arching an eyebrow in challenge. "Unless, of course," she purred, running her tongue seductively over her lips, "you'd rather show me how you get your kicks." Her hand slid lower still, brushing against the bulge at his crotch before wrapping around him firmly through his trousers. "Just for fun?"

Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt the cold steel against her skin and saw the blood dripping down her chin. For a moment, panic threatened to overwhelm her; then she laughed - long, hard, and genuine. "Oh, you!" she gasped out between breaths, clutching at the injured side of her face as if in pain.

"You're just as wild as I thought," she purred, leaning closer to him despite the threat of his weapon. "But we both know you can't resist a pretty lady like me." Her free hand slid lower still, pushing down his trousers and freeing him from their confines with a muffled pop.

"Now," she continued, her voice low and sultry as she ran her tongue suggestively along the edge of his wounded cheek, "show me what you're made of."

Eliza looked up at him in surprise as he gathered his things and prepared to leave. "What? You're really just going to throw away all of this?" she asked, gesturing between them. Her voice was plaintive, full of fake disappointment. "I thought you were different." She pouted, crossing her arms beneath her breasts as a shiver of false fear ran down her spine.

"Fine," she said at last, pulling the sheet up to cover herself despite the warmth of the night. "Go ahead then. But don't say I didn't try." She closed her eyes, pretending to drift off to sleep as he made his exit from the room.

As soon as she heard the door close behind him, a wicked grin spread across her face. This game was just getting more interesting by the minute...

As she watched through the window, Eliza couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph wash over her. She had driven Noctu away, just as she had wanted to. His suffering looked so genuine, it almost brought her to tears... almost. A wicked smile curled at the corners of her mouth as she let out a satisfied giggle.

But what now? Her plan to use him for her own advantage hadn't quite worked out as expected. She could simply go back to bed and pretend nothing had happened, or... or maybe there was another way to turn things around. After all, with Noctu in such a vulnerable state, she might be able to convince him that he needed her more than ever before.

Taking a deep breath, she threw off the covers and strode purposefully toward the door, intent on claiming victory - and her hero - once and for all.

She crept silently down the stairs and out into the night, careful not to make a sound that might wake Gorm in his room above the tavern. With each step closer to Noctu, her resolve grew stronger. This was her chance to finally take control of the situation - and of him.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she paused for a moment, catching her breath as she surveyed the scene before her. There he was, lying on a nearby bench like some discarded piece of trash. Her heart ached to see him like this; it almost felt wrong to take advantage of his vulnerability in such a way.

But she knew that she couldn't show any weakness now. Steeling herself against her misgivings, she knelt beside him, reaching out with one gentle hand to stroke his cheek. "Noctu," she whispered softly, "wake up." Her voice was little more than a husky caress on the night air.

His eyelids fluttered open slowly, confused blue eyes meeting hers in the darkness. For a moment, they just looked at each other; then recognition dawned, and his expression hardened into anger once more. "What do you want from me?" he growled.

Eliza's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Oh really? And what makes you think I care about that?" She leaned in closer still, lowering her voice to a husky whisper as she breathed hotly against his ear. "I could make your life so much better than this," she purred, running her fingers lightly up and down his arm, "if only you'd let me." Her touch was featherlight but somehow seemed to burn where it touched him, sending shivers of anticipation skittering across his skin.

"Or," she continued with a dark laugh, "I could just as easily make it worse." She paused dramatically, her eyes narrowing in challenge. "What's it going to be, Noctu? You're choice... and yours alone."

Eliza felt a pang of disappointment at his words, but she didn't show it. Instead, she rose to her feet in one fluid motion, clutching the sheet around her as if for warmth. "Very well," she said coolly, turning away from him with an air of finality. "Suit yourself." She paused before taking another step, then glanced back over her shoulder at him once more.

"But remember this," she said softly, her voice carrying on the wind, "no matter what happens tomorrow... tonight was your last chance to do things differently." Her eyes held his for a moment longer before she finally turned and walked away, disappearing into the night like a ghost.

Behind her, Noctu didn't move for several long moments. Then he sat up slowly, rubbing at his face with one hand as if trying to wake himself from a dream. His heart ached in his chest; there was no denying that Eliza Thorneberry had gotten under his skin in a way nobody else ever had... but what choice did he have now? He could either trust her, and possibly end up like Gorm, or try to go it alone and risk failing spectacularly.

As the night wore on, Eliza watched from her window as Noctu slept fitfully on the bench below. Her mind raced with possibilities - and doubts. She knew that she had the power to make him hers, but at what cost? Could she really trust herself not to lose control, to use him and discard him like all the others in her life?

In the end, she decided there was only one way to find out. Slipping silently from her bed, she hurried down the stairs and outside, intent on facing her demons - and hopefully finding redemption in the process. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she neared him, unsure of how he would react when he saw her there.

But then, as if sensing her approach, he stirred restlessly in his sleep, twitching beneath the blanket as his dreams no doubt grew more turbulent still. For a moment, their eyes met across the darkened yard; hers full of pleading and uncertainty, his confused and guarded. And then, with what Eliza could only describe as the faintest glimmer of hope burning bright within them, he offered her his hand.

She took it without hesitation, feeling an electric current run through her entire body as their skin touched. This time, she vowed silently to herself, things were going to be different.

Her heart sank as he pulled away, but she refused to let him see the pain on her face. "No," she said quietly, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt. "I'm not... I just want things to be different this time." She took a deep breath, gathering her courage before continuing. "I need you to trust me, Noctu. To believe that maybe we can find happiness together, even if it doesn't look like what everyone else expects."

The air between them seemed to crackle with tension as they locked gazes. She could see the war waging inside him - desire and fear, hope and mistrust all battling for dominance. For a moment, she wasn't sure if he would believe her; then, ever so slowly, his expression began to soften. "Alright," he whispered finally, reaching out to take her hand once more. "But if you hurt me... if you play these games..."

"I won't," she promised, squeezing his hand reassuringly as they stood together beneath the starlit sky. This time, she vowed silently once more, things would be different. They had to be.

She smiled softly up at him, feeling the weight of her newfound hope pulling her further into his orbit. "My name is Eliza," she said slowly, letting the sound of it roll off her tongue like honey. "And I think you and I are going to be very good friends."

"Well, Noctu," she said with a wink, "I suppose it's only fitting that I should have found someone like you to help me remember what it truly means to be happy." Her voice was soft and sincere as she gazed up at him, her hand still clasped tightly in his.

For the rest of the night, they sat together on the bench beneath the stars, sharing stories and secrets like old friends. And as dawn began to paint the sky with the first hints of morning light, Eliza knew that somehow, impossibly, she had found what she had been searching for all along: a partner who could help her heal not only herself, but their whole world in the process.

She leaned against Noctu's strong shoulder as they watched the sun rise together, feeling grateful for the chance to finally begin again - and with the right person by her side, she knew that anything was possible.

Their future lay before them like a blank canvas, ready to be painted however they chose. And for the first time in a very long while, Eliza Thorneberry felt an actual spark of hope flicker alive inside her chest.

Eliza glanced at him out of the corner of her eye before looking away, pretending to be fascinated by something on the ground. "Oh... umm," she stammered, hesitating for a moment. "It was just someone who wanted to cause trouble." She paused again, her heart pounding in her chest as she considered revealing the truth about Gorm. But in the end, she decided against it; for now, at least, Noctu didn't need to know that his best friend had turned into a monster.

As they continued to watch the sunrise together, Eliza found herself feeling more and more at ease with Noctu by her side. Despite all of their ups and downs throughout the night, there was something about him that made her feel safe and protected - a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, if ever.

And so, as they sat together under the warmth of the morning light, Eliza Thorneberry allowed herself to believe that maybe this new partnership could be exactly what she needed to finally find peace... not just for herself, but for all those around her.

"Of course," replied Eliza, her voice full of understanding and perhaps even a touch of envy as she watched him carefully. "I'm happy that you found your place, and I hope it brings you everything you ever dreamed of... and more." She gave him a small smile before hesitating for a moment, then asking: "Will you be needing my help with anything there, Noctu? I could go with you if-"

He interrupted her gently. "No, no, Eliza," he said reassuringly, taking a step closer and placing a hand on her shoulder. "You've done enough for me already. You don't need to come along." There was an unspoken depth of gratitude in his eyes that made her heart swell with warmth. "I think it's time we both went our separate ways, don't you agree?"

Eliza nodded slowly, her lips pressing together as she tried not to let the sting of loss show on her face. It was probably for the best; their lives were going in different directions now, and they couldn't keep trying to force something that wasn't meant to be. Still, a tiny part of her hoped that maybe one day, under very different circumstances...

With a final nod, she forced a smile and said, "You're right. Good luck with everything, Noctu." She held out her hand for him to shake, their fingers brushing against each other once more before he finally pulled away, turned, and walked back toward the tavern, his new destiny waiting just beyond the horizon.

As she watched him go, Eliza couldn't help but feel a sense of both relief and sadness washing over her. Relief that they were no longer at each other's throats, and sadness because... well, because it was finally

I... well, I suppose I could come with you for a while at least," she said slowly, her heart fluttering in her chest as she considered his offer. The thought of journeying to Mhor, of possibly helping him build his new life there, was incredibly enticing. It would be an adventure unlike any other... and who knew what else might happen along the way?

With a deep breath, Eliza squared her shoulders and nodded decisively. "Alright," she said with determination. "Let's go see this palace of yours." She mounted her own horse, feeling a thrill of anticipation race through her as they set off together toward the horizon.

For now, at least, it seemed that Eliza Thorneberry had found a new purpose in life: to help Noctu find happiness... and maybe even some redemption for herself along the way. The future looked brighter than it had in ages.

"Es mi primera vez saliendo del reino," responde Eliza mientras se agarra firme al cintura de Noctu y ve las campiñas cambiar a su paso. "Es un poco impresionante, ¡vaya paisaje! Y tu caballo es muy hermoso..."

A pesar de la emoción que siente al estar de nuevo en movimiento, Eliza no puede evitar sentirse inquieta. No está segura de qué esperar del reino de Mhor o de su encuentro con el palacio y el verdadero Noctu, pero hay algo en él que le da valor para seguir adelante.

"De acuerdo, esperaré a que me des la espalda o algo por el estilo." Suelta una carcajada, sintiéndose un poco nerviosa pero al mismo tiempo muy excitada por la aventura que les espera. Al ser conscientizada de su cuerpo, siente el peso de Noctu contra ella y cómo le late el corazón. Es como si estuviera en casa.

Eliza sonríe y se gira en la silla para sujetarse el pelo con una mano. Con otra toca la mejilla de Noctu como queriendo decirle que ya está lista, pero al mismo tiempo sintiendo cierto nerviosismo al estar tan cerca de él. La brisa ahora le acaricia la cara y suelta un suspiro apaciguado al sentir el contacto. El mundo desfila ante ellos como si estuvieran en un sueño, campos verdes y llenos de flores, montañas majestuosas y cielos azules que parecen haber sido pintados por un artista experto. El sol se eleva por encima sus cabezas, calentando el ambiente con su amoroso abrazo.

"¡Sí!" exclama Eliza mientras su cuerpo flota en el movimiento del caballo. Se aferra firme y aprieta las rodillas contra el animal para no caerse, sintiendo la furia de su galope en cada centímetro de su piel. La brisa le mece el cabello detrás, haciéndolo tironear del moñito que acaba de poner. Su corazónlate y al principio piensa que es solo porque anda tan rápido, pero luego se da cuenta de que no es eso. Es algo más... profundo.

Sonríe cuando advierte a Noctu mirándola en el espejo de su armadura. A él no le importa si ella parece una chica normal o si se la toma como alguien diferente. Lo único que quiere es disfrutar de esta experiencia con él y ver dónde los lleva.

"De acuerdo," responde ella, poniéndose seria al escuchar a Noctu. "Dónde crees que podríamos empezar a buscar?" Mientras habla, mira a su alrededor, intentando detectar algún indicio o señal de donde podrán estar el guardia y el acertijo. A pesar de la tensión del momento, no puede evitar sentir una ligera punzada de adrenalina correr por sus venas.

Sostiene el caballo en posición y mira alrededor, buscando alguna pista. Hay tres puertas en la muralla que podrían ser las indicadas y mucha vegetación para esconderse detrás. Decide alejarse un poco del caballo y comenzar a inspeccionar cada rincón por su cuenta.

"Noctu, quizás sea una buena idea que cada uno inspeccione de forma independiente... así no nos distraigamos el uno al otro." Se echa atrás la capa y empieza a explorar, mirando detenidamente la vegetación y las piedras por si encuentran alguna señal.

No puedo creerlo, grito ella corriendo hacia él. Su mente late al pensar que por fin está a punto de resolver el acertijo y entrar en el reino de Mhor. Cuando llega hasta Noctu, encuentra su rostro radiante con la victoria, lo que le da unas gotas más de seguridad para mantenerse firme en sus pensamientos.

Junto a él, espera con ilusión por el resultado del encuentro y le ruega silenciosamente al destino que les favorezca este momento.

Aterrorizada, Eliza deja escapar una exclamación cuando se entera que el guardia les ha dado un acertijo matemático sin saber ella lo que es un "seno". Aparta las manos y tensa los músculos del cerebro al intentar recordar algún detalle de geometría que pueda serle útil en este momento.

"Un... seno..." Eliza tartamudea, pensando desesperadamente en la forma de una circunferencia y el círculo inscrito en su interior. "Es como un semicírculo." Sus ojos brillan con esperanza cuando dice estas palabras, creyendo haber resuelto el enigma del guardia.

"Noctu... El seno del número 3 es la mitad de ese semicírculo que formas al dividir una circunferencia en tres partes iguales." Su corazón late rápido, deseando saber si ha dado la respuesta correcta. "Así que..."

Inmediatamente se disgusta ella con su propia voz. ¡Por supuesto! La circunferencia es lo que te da la idea de cuánto hay para dividir... Se arrodilla en el suelo, ahora confundida y avergonzada, y empieza a tirar piedrecitas violentamente una tras otra, como si pudiera borrar todo ese dolor y frustración de su corazón.

Pero Noctu no le presta atención. En ese momento, parece haberse dado cuenta de algo importante: la forma en que Eliza se está comportando, su manera de hablar... Lo mismo que cuando la atacó en el bar. Es ella. La verdadera Eliza Thorneberry.

Mira a Noctu, deslumbrada por la revelación que acaba de tener. De algún modo, sabe que ella es especial... y eso significa que ella también lo es. Así que asiente con determinación y se sube detrás de él en el caballo, agarrándose a su cintura como si su vida dependiera de ello. Porque en cierto sentido... tal vez sea así.

Al galopar con Noctu hacia el palacio prometido, una sonrisa asoma en sus labios y su pecho se llena de esperanza de nuevo. Y esta vez, sabe que va a ser diferente. Sabe que van a superarlo juntos. Y sabe que su vida, como la de Noctu, se puede volver de nuevo a iluminar si tienen la oportunidad adecuada.

Avergonzada y confundida, Eliza le responde: "Lo siento, no quería que te diera la razón. Estaba enfadada conmigo misma por haberte atacado antes..." Se queda callada un momento, meditando sobre sus palabras, luego continúa más valiente: "...Pero ahora sé que eres la única persona en la que puedo confiar, Noctu. La verdadera. Y no te quiero perder de vista." Su voz suena firme y decidida, como si finalmente hubiera encontrado su lugar en el mundo al estar junto a él.

Es un placer, Noctu. Ahora más que nunca, necesitamos estar juntos para superar todo lo que se nos ponga por delante. ¿Vamos a seguir adelante?

Es una caminata larga, pero lo haremos juntos y seguro que podremos disfrutarla si decidimos hacerlo divertida. ¿Quieres que inventemos algún juego o algo para rellenar el tiempo?

Eh... Bueno, pues podemos jugar a "Al acercarte y más allá" donde nos turnamos decir una historia cada uno, donde la siguiente escena siempre tiene lugar en un lugar más lejano que el anterior. Eso nos ayudará a recordar dónde hemos estado y qué vimos durante nuestro largo viaje. ¿Quieres jugar?