Volume 1, Chapter 6: Lily’s Thoughts

What am I supposed to do with all this? Ken... he really looks like he came from another world. I don't know why I'm so sure, but from the first moment I saw him, I knew he didn't belong here. His clothes - strange but practical - fit his body tightly, allowing him to move easily. His hairstyle, the way he spoke, his expression - everything about him whispered that he was not from this world. I have met many travelers before, but Ken is... different. He has a softness, a brightness, and an energy that takes me by surprise. I also see a quiet strength in him - a kind of light.

I felt it even when I saw that flash of light through the trees. My instincts pushed me towards it, and I ran towards it without hesitation. It was good that I was hunting nearby. If I'd been deeper in the woods. Ken could have... No, I don't even want to think about it.

When I finally got to the place where it all happened, I saw him running away from Mordred. Mordreds are born of dark magic; they don't appear for no reason. Their presence always brings a strange, oppressive darkness. And Ken, facing this horror, did not just run blindly. In desperation, he tried to do something. He shouted out strange words, like spells, to drive Mordred away, and strangely enough, he seemed... confident. I had never heard these words before, they were not like any spells I knew, but it was clear that he was trying his best to fight back.

Then I realized that he was completely alone. No one would come to his aid to help him. Thrown into an alien world, weak and vulnerable before a monster he had no chance of defeating. There was despair in his eyes, but also determination. This combination... is rare to see. And I realized then: this man needed me, even if he did not realize it.

And I was not mistaken. When I walked in and struck down Mordred, I saw the surprise in his eyes as the creature dissolved into magical dust, leaving behind a shining crystal. His eyes widened with shock and relief - and for some reason it gave me a strange feeling of... satisfaction? Joy? I couldn't help but smile when I saw the surprise in his eyes, as if he was just happy to be alive. It was so sincere, so... touching.

And now, standing in front of this Daphne's Gate, I feel responsible for him - for his fate. I don't know why the gate left him here and why it didn't open again to send him back, but if it brought him to this world, there must be a reason. And yet, what am I supposed to do now? How can I help him?

Perhaps my father would know what to do in such a situation. He always said that our vocation is to serve others, to help and protect. “When you see someone who needs help, lend a hand without hesitation,” he used to say. I have always tried to live by this principle.

Come on, think about it! There must be someone who can help... Wait... Yes! There is a way!