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This was certainly a completely different sort of star. No divine steel, no infernal legacy. Rather, a crystal-bound [i]princess[/i], dressed in garbs that even a humble seamstress like Cecilia could tell was ridiculously expensive. Was this even a princess? This was the sort of outfit that one would expect…not an empress to wear, neither an aristocrat, but rather, the courtesan of a mighty emperor perhaps. A concubine of the Gods upon their heavenly thrones, cast down upon earth for some curious misdeed?

Cecilia shook her head. She was getting way too poetic for this. A jaw-droppingly beautiful woman wasn’t what she came here for, and now that this [i]starfallen[/i] maiden (maybe not a maiden, really) turned out to be their reward at the end of the tunnel, what the hell was she going to do? Just give up a girl to the carnal lusts of the Galanon Imperator? A holy ore was one thing. She was neither smith nor hero, and could part with it in the blink of an eye. A holy weapon was another thing. It could be used, perhaps, to cut her way to freedom, but she also wouldn’t mind giving it up. But a holy maiden? One that may be kin to some celestial bloodline, capable of being the mother to a dynasty of demigods? Cecilia could do [i]nothing[/i] with that, and it also sounded gross as fuck.

The spellblade turned to the others. Just Annabelle and Ciel, the strangers who were stranger than Locke and Arte. Then she shrugged, a mirthless grin surfacing. [color=FFE4E1]“I’m not really the human trafficking kind. Sorta gonna leave a bad taste in my mouth, y’know?”[/color]

She turned, strode towards the imprisoning crystal, and placed her hand upon it. If it was anything like the others, perhaps it’ll just shatter. If not, well, she had a spear for a reason.