She recalls a message: “Go to Pteruges-V and locate an abandoned building… There we’ll begin the plan.” She finds the user, whose sword is bloody. “Oh my, you’re already finished? Good boy… How’s the sword?” she asks, amused by his complaint about the weapon. “It can’t be helped… you need more practice.” She listens silently, a hidden frown on her face, picking blood from his coat. “Now, I have to go shopping for new clothes, for you again.” She rejects the idea of choosing his clothes, saying, “No can do, you have to make your own choices… No matter what they are.”