Kronya and Solon weren’t the only ones. There was a whole hidden fortress where they lived, and they had kept the corpses of Nemesis and the elites preserved for all this time. We fought them all, and… well, it’s a lot.

And the Professor wasn’t just granted the power of the Goddess. It’s a long story.

[ Dorothea might have been about to say more but Felix opens his stupid mouth and she clenches her jaw. The wood of the guitar’s neck creaks softly her the strain of her grip, and she considers hitting him with it just because kicking his ass seems to be the only way to earn even the smallest bit of respect from him, but no. She’s not going to do this every single time—not going to fight him over and over again, trying to force every new iteration to like her, to see her in some new light where he’ll suddenly find her worthy of his attention. She’s sick of it. ]

You’re a boor and a churl, Felix Hugo Fraldarius. Keep your own damn company if mine bothers you so much; enjoy the silence and see if I care.

[ Setting the guitar back down a bit too forcefully, she storms out of the room. He’s free to follow her if he wants, or just scratch his head and wonder if it was something he said. ]