A sigh left Edith's lips, "Oh, Master…I should've guessed."
"Ha-ha, don't worry, don't worry–money is only a small part of my motivation," Jett assured her.
"What is it, then?" Edith asked.
"A lot of things, really. For now, I plan on visiting every city I can, seeing the different sights and cultures of Fantasia. Of course, I'll try their booze, too—that was Gunter's dream, so I'll carry it on," Jett explained with a soft look in his eyes.
Edith placed her hand over her chest with a reminiscent expression, nodding her head, "Master, that's…It's very nice of you. I still think of him, too. Though we didn't get along on the best of terms, Gunter was a fine warrior and an honorable man. I know he's satisfied with the choices he made."
"Yeah. I'm sure he's getting his fill of mead, somewhere far away from here," the gentle words left Jett's lips with a melancholic smile.
