[The question lingers in Schneider's heart, desperately yearning.

My sisters. My mother. My people. Could they too...?

But she keeps those words buried in her heart. It was mere luck that a piece of Schneider had survived the storm, enough that a memory and a small blessing from an arcanist could let her reform.

Greed would ruin her, as it ruined the people of her era.

She is lucky enough.]

Ah? Then, I'll need some time to think. I did not get much in the way of news in that place.

[And...]

Where is that puppy of yours?

[The girl with fiery orange hair]