Trade Ward.
In the living room of an unassuming two-story manor, Krummor sat on the couch, studying his long-time friend with a complicated look on his face.
"Honestly," he began, rubbing his beard slowly. "I'm still having trouble believing this."
Berger sat across from him, sipping on freshly-brewed jasmine tea. He glanced at Krummor and smiled faintly.
"Me becoming a Mana Core Magus?" He asked with an arched brow. "Or me returning to the Brotherhood?"
Krummor blinked. "Both!"
He leaned back in his seat and sighed. "How did you even reach this arcane realm? Last I saw you, you wanted to retire in the countryside and live out the rest of your days from a herb store. Just what the hell happened?"
Berger set the cup on the table, his eyes flashing with a reminiscent light as his thoughts drifted to a certain raven-haired youth wearing a pointed hat.
"…A lot has happened," he murmured. "Sometimes, I can't believe it myself."
