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Interlude: Lisa – Part 02

This wasn’t something that only happened today.

Lisa often visited the graves of Luke’s father and his childhood friend, doing so quietly, without telling him, to clean their tombstones. Her master had never cared much for such tasks, and even though it wasn’t required of her, Lisa felt an obligation to take care of their graves. Over time, it had become a habit.

The water in the bucket was cold. Shivering, she dipped a cloth into it, then gently wiped away the dust from the tombstones before scrubbing them clean.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t clean for two months,” she murmured to the stones as she worked. “But it couldn’t be helped. We were in the Militant Nation, after all.”

“It was so tough,” she went on, recounting the journey in detail. “The carriage ride was bumpy, my backside hurt, I got motion sickness, we were attacked by assassins, the Militant Nation’s sacred swordsmiths