An Unresolved Problem
We herded the unconscious slimes back into their enclosures.
Ceres and Lydia apologized to the researcher, looking thoroughly dejected.
I'm sorry. I'll compensate you even if I have to spend every last coin I own.
The Western Liberators will see that you're properly compensated.
Oh, that's all right. You managed to recapture the slimes in the end.
We'd like to help clean up, but the Commander doesn't seem to be feeling well.
We'll come back tomorrow if we can.
Yes, ma'am!
Commander. Did something happen back there?
...What they said about the Sunblossom blooming in a different color.
I remember my sister telling me about that once.
!
How shameful. I thought I'd moved past it... but I've yet to overcome it.
And our volunteer work has only caused trouble for the people here...
I think I should either find another way or overcome this on my own.
Commander...
That's right. Perhaps I should leave the West and go on a journey for a while.
That's a good idea, don't you think?
Ceres spoke brightly, but her eyes were trembling.
Unable to watch any longer, Lydia spoke up.
Let's just head back for now, Commander. You've had a hard day.
All right... I suppose I am a little tired. It seems I've really gone soft.
If only you were always this easy to reason with...
Between the nightmares, the exhaustion from battle, and the memories of her sister resurfacing, Ceres looked completely drained, her shoulders slumped.
Watching her frail figure from behind, I finally realized what I needed to do.
And it wasn't something I could do alone.
Lydia. Can we talk for a bit later?
...Yes.