PNC Story/Dark 2-4/Script

Above Magrasea, Inside the Reverse Babylon Tower

???: Hum, hum hum, huhum...♪

Sitting on a hovering silver shield, feet dangling in mid-air, the girl leisurely operates a series of light screens suspended around her.

???: face6: Ah man, all this work's got me starving!
???: Sigh. The newbie's still too green, and her operand reserves aren't up to scratch either. Can't believe she got all messed up by the operands she requisitioned herself.
???: In the end, it's all up to me, her senior who just came back from an important business trip, to clean up all the mess.

The girls complains, pushing one last virtual button.

???: Alright, that should do it!
???: Now come on out, you harebrained little junior—

Within the hall, a configuration emits a burst of blinding light. Golden rays, now overflowing, clamour to escape through the gaps left in the "Raven" sigil.

The entirety hall is saturated in the sacred light, accompanied by the remote ringing of bells.

???: So this is how a Greater Sanctifier is reborn!
???: An extraordinary sight indeed. Though, I do suppose wondrous sights alone will not feed me. I'd better finish my work!
???: Little Raven, do you know what this place is?

Raven: This is...the Pantheon, where all our <a href=Des:46>Sacred Canons</a> are preserved...

???: Bingo! Looks like you've kept your essential memories.
???: This is identical to the procedure where an Intermediate Sanctifier is reborn. Let me jot this down...

Raven: ...Who are you?

???: Me? I'm your senior.
???: "Eucharist", you can call me that.

Raven: Senior... "Eucharist".
Raven: Eucharist, did I fail my last assignment?

Eucharist: Uh-huh, that's right.
Eucharist: It's not uncommon for Greater Sanctifiers to fall in battle when faced with <color=purple>"those things"</color>. After all, the very purpose of our existence is to combat them.
Eucharist: But to fail in the governing of a sector, on the other hand... Let me have a gander at the archives...

Raven: ...

Eucharist: Yep! That would be a first in the history of the Sanctifiers!

Raven: What a disgrace...

Eucharist: Oh, no worries. It's only one sector after all, not the end of the world.

Raven: A whole sector... lost?
Raven: Under my jurisdiction?

Eucharist: Yes. We thought that stationing you at a sector would make you settle down a bit, but you were every bit as impulsive as before.
Eucharist: We, the Greater Sanctifiers, shoulder responsibilities equivalent to holding up the sky itself from the moment we awaken. You can't afford to be rash.

Raven: I... such shame I cannot bear...
Raven: I can make amends! Please allow me to return the sector to its rightful hands!

Eucharist: I appreciate the thought, but how exactly do you plan to get it back?
Eucharist: We don't have the data from your last battle. How can you be sure you won't just get beat up like last time? If that happens, then you truly would not have made any progress whatsoever.

Raven: ...

Eucharist: How extraordinary. Usually when you are frustrated you tend to smash things. Did this defeat affect you that much?
Eucharist: Ah, whatever! Let's talk about something a bit more meaningful.
Eucharist: That sector aside, the affairs in the other sectors of Magrasea just keep piling out, and there's literally mountains of work! The battlefront at the border is also proving to be rather troublesome...

Raven: ...Battlefront?

Repeating this word, Raven enquires of Eucharist eagerly, as if she has found her belonging.

Raven: Yes, yes, battle! Eucharist, I must go to where the fighting is.

Eucharist: That aspect of you hasn't changed one bit, huh... How tedious.

Eucharist flutters down from her silver shield, circling around Raven.

Raven: If the frontlines have need of me—

Eucharist: Steady yourself. You'd better guard the Pantheon here. New assignments might be coming in soon, anyway~

Raven: ...Alright. I won't bring dishonor on the Sanctifiers' reputation again.

Eucharist waves lazily, leaving the Pantheon.

The girls squints, facing the bright and pure light outside Pantheon.

Eucharist: Bring dishonor on our reputation...
Eucharist: First Faith, and now Raven. Those Exiles are interesting indeed.
Eucharist: I must pick up the pace too, it seems!
Eucharist: Okay, that's decided—first, I'll grab a bite to eat!