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— My name is Paul Wojcik, I come from Dimoris.

“You have come far from home, sir Wojcik.

— Are you on your native land?

- I'm a rive.

- Then I really sympathize with your country.

— Not worth it. We are the Gates of the Westerreich, and in the old days, when wild hordes rushed into the eastern kingdoms, and our ancestors stood firmly on their land, no one expressed sympathy for us. We will survive this time too. He closed and rubbed his tired eyes, banishing the irritating itch. Is this girl your daughter?

— Did you guess?

- Lines of blood.

“I… I don't know what it is.

“I can't explain to you. She is not like you, but she is your daughter.

Yes, she took after her mother.

“I regret to tell you that the experience has damaged her mind too much. The mind is a fragile thing, it's easy to hurt it...

Leave it alone, wise one. She has been like this since childhood.

- ABOUT…

- Yes. Sturgia... [A monster, an undead creature resulting from a woman who killed her child and then killed herself.
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