"Sera! Are you alright?" Erika shouted as she approached me with a hilariously worried face. "You dummy! Why didn't you call any of us when finding a new stray Calamity Object creeping up from the west!?" She rotated her neck beyond 180 degrees as she pointed at where the group of other recruits were located. "As sweet as you're, please do not dilute your unreasonable sweetness into your common sense!"
Right, my name is Sera, a supposed-to-be timid and careful forager of the Rough Mist, and probably also one of the reasons why I got recruited again by this unnamed bastion with an extremely eccentric leader.
That aside, I wondered why Erika was this mad when I strayed from the formation to scout alone. She wasn't this overactive to me when we were still in the Rough Mist.
Maybe because she tried to move on? Since many of those she knew were either dead or locked up in that shabby warehouse with no care from the bastion itself.
