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He lays a flower before the grave to join the rest.

"Have you been well?"

The rhythmic chirping of nocturnal insects greets Sieghart as he takes a seat on the ground. The last of the visitors for the annual event have gone, leaving him alone in the temple's resting grounds. Still, he sits cross-legged in a suit with his arms rested against his thighs.

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"Hey, elf. I have a favor to ask."

Grandiel sighs, his breath light in spite of his very full hands with Aikawa, who's entertaining Kyle and Cindy in the distance. "Another favor? What is it this time?"

"It's nothing big. You're a master wizard, aren't you? I just need you to teach me a spell."

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