The memory of their first meeting surfaced in Eugene’s mind. After Vermouth had abruptly asked him to become comrades, Eugene had challenged him to test his skills — and lost miserably. He was defeated so thoroughly that he could find no excuses to make. It was an overwhelming loss. Barely, just barely, he had managed to nick Vermouth's collar, and for that, he had ended up face-first in the dirt.
“I have....”
It wasn't just that one time, either.
“I’ve never beaten Vermouth. Not even once,” Eugene said.
After becoming Vermouth's comrade, in the beginning, Eugene would pick fights and challenge him to duels whenever he got the chance.
He didn’t ask to duel with Vermouth because he could win. Rather, he asked for a duel simply because he wanted to duel. Logically, he knew he would lose. He had come to a realization after becoming Vermouth’s comrade and fighting together with him. Even if he didn’t want to, he couldn’t help but realize it: that Vermouth was strong.
Vermouth was so strong that Eugene, who had never considered himself inferior to anyone in combat, had to admit that the difference between them was like night and day. No matter how much he trained or gained experience, the gap between him and Vermouth did not seem to narrow.
“Looking back, it makes sense that I never won. That bastard Vermouth had too many tricks up his sleeve,” Eugene grumbled.
“The way you are complaining, everyone might think you had nothing up yours,” Sienna said while raising a finger. A sparkling light enveloped her, cleaning her tattered robe and washing the blood and sweat from her body.
“You had plenty hidden up yours too, didn’t you?” Eugene said accusingly.
Sienna cleared her throat and waggled her finger as Eugene shot her a pointed look.
“That's right. Molon and I were the only ones who could boldly say that we had nothing hidden in our back pockets,” Anise said with a smirk. Now clean and fresh, she felt content.
“What? Why me!? I had nothing either,” Sienna complained.
“Nothing? Really? The Sage of the World Tree said it, Sienna. You were favored by mana and magic, which is how you were led to the great forest,” Anise responded.
“That doesn’t mean I was some fool who had a dazzling past life!” retorted Sienna.
“Yes, you are different from an idiot who lived a brilliant previous life yet died a fool. But coming back to the topic, it’s true that your back pockets were always full, right?” Anise said as she casually lay down.
“That.... What about you? You’re the same!” Sienna shot back.
“My goodness!” Anise exclaimed. Still lying down, she gasped and threw her arms up toward the ceiling. “You really are cruel, Sienna! You know the terrible tragedy of my birth. How could you say that?”
“Ah.... No.... That’s not what I meant,” Sienna mumbled, sounding flustered.
Anise wailed, “You know I didn’t choose to be born this way! My goodness, my goodness.... Unlike you, who was born under the grace of magic, my birth was marred with hideous fanaticism and blood....”
She flailed her arms toward the ceiling, her voice filled with distress. As her cries continued, sweat began to bead on Sienna's forehead.
“I’m... sorry... I misspoke...” Sienna whispered.
“Your voice is too quiet,” Anise commented.
Once again, Sienna lost to Anise. She timidly approached Anise, gently took her shoulders, and shook her softly.
"I'm sorry...! It was my fault...," she apologized sincerely.
"Well, since you apologize like that, I guess I have no choice but to find forgiveness in my generous heart,” Anise replied with a small smile.
Obviously, Anise wasn't really angry or sad. She was just exploiting Sienna's guilt. Anise had always been adept at leveraging her unfortunate past to her advantage. And despite knowing full well she would do such a thing, there was no way to win an argument with her.
"I had nothing either,” Molon declared in a firm voice.
He had been lying prone, listening to the conversation. He slowly lifted his head, saying, "I was truly born with nothing. And my homeland, the snowy plains, was a harsh land that truly had nothing."
"The great forest was the same,” Sienna retorted.
"It's different. Sienna, didn’t you grow up with the kind elves?" questioned Molon.
"Do you think the great forest had only elves? There were plenty of monsters and natives, too. Do you know how many cannibals were there three hundred years ago...?!" Sienna snapped back.
"So, Sienna, did you grow up with monsters and cannibals?" Molon's question was sharp despite having just come back from the brink of death.
"That's... well, no, but," Sienna faltered.
"Not all wilds are the same, Sienna. I grew up braving blizzards every day, hunting monsters." Molon reminisced about the past while slowly nodding.
Tired of watching this pointless conversation, Eugene flopped down on Molon's back and grumbled, "What are you guys even arguing about?"
"You were raised in an inland city. You wouldn’t understand,” Anise responded.
"You’re from the inland too,” Eugene pointed out.
"I spent most of my youth confined to a monastery, and I had no parents,” Anise replied calmly.
"Who among us did? And what city! My hometown was a backwater village in Turas. Do you know how many monsters were in the forest right next to the village? Kids getting eaten by goblins or orcs was just a part of daily life there,” Eugene responded, then slapped Molon on the shoulder. "Hey, are you feeling alright?"
"It hurts, but I can bear it," said Molon.
"Bastard, why did you do something that nobody asked for? I would have dodged it myself,” Eugene rebuked.
"Hamel. Even if you hadn’t intervened, Vermouth would have dodged it himself,” Molon retorted.
Eugene was at a loss for words. Had Molon become smarter after coming back from the brink of death?
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