There was very little doubt in the identity of the petite small woman who had been observing her in the dream. That was for certain. But why had she been dreaming of the Witch-Knight? Why had she dreamt of any of it? And yet, the words left behind by the Gentle Blade were...

Fanilly hesitated for a moment, inhaling deeply. It was a dream. No matter what strange possibilities may or may not have been behind it, it was not the chief purpose of her presence in the library. She had to try and learn more about Damon Cazt, about the strange contradictory nature of the conspiracy. The demon that had used one of the conspirator's bodies to enter this world.

Maybe, just maybe, this information could give her a clue into what had happened. To be better prepared for whatever came next.

Paging through a historical volume, trying to find anything she could on Damon Cazt's past, the Knight-Captain paused with a start when she suddenly heard a voice from behind her.

She'd been so determined to find out any information she could that she hadn't even noticed someone approach her.

When she turned, it was revealed to be Dame Serenity, making a firm request of her to join her in the training yards.

The Gentle Blade's razor edge gliding through the air, then dancing off her own blade...

Fanilly took a deep breath, exhaling just as heavily. There was no doubt in her mind. She always needed to practice more. To train more. She wasn't like the greater knights of the order. She knew she wasn't.

To be a good Knight-Captain, she had to throw all she could of herself into her duty. Into trying to be better.

"Very well, Dame Serenity," she responded as she rose to her feet.

She had to improve.

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