Living in this bastion had been the best thing to ever happen to me.
It wasn't just because I had access to the Script, an invaluable guide filled with impossible wisdom that had turned me from a mediocre bandit into a legitimate crafter and super-duper bastioneer, but because life here was extraordinary in ways most people could only dream of.
I had met people—beings—that the average person might never even see in their lifetime.
Kuzunoha, the Collector, a woman whose name alone could send scholars into frenzied debates about whether she was a saint or a demon. Though, I doubt that there would be any scholars that I could refer to at the moment.
Viviane, the Lady of the Lake, a nymph whose very presence could make water sing and shimmer with life. Albeit, she act like some sort of this bastion's elder, to the point that Lady Narcissus, who was supposed to be some sort of a demigod herself, still greets our fae grandma with respect and pride.
