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Paloma
Her Experiences
Paloma has a very interesting way of speaking. She always says something seriously, often using formal, even aristocratic language... and then her following sentence is entirely the opposite—colloquial, and sometimes even downright rude! I'd really like to know what she's been through, causing such a habit to develop.
Everyone says Paloma used to be some kind of minor aristocrat in Lumopolis. Maybe that's where her formal affectations come from. However, unlike most other members of the True Order, she seems to have joined only because she's had enough of Lumopolis, or rather, she can't stand Lumopolis. In her eyes, the True Order has always opposed Lumopolis, which is good enough for her.
Something just occurred to me—if you get used to Paloma's way of speaking, you start to see the logic behind her reasoning. Have a chat with her and see for yourself.
—Vice
Everyone says Paloma used to be some kind of minor aristocrat in Lumopolis. Maybe that's where her formal affectations come from. However, unlike most other members of the True Order, she seems to have joined only because she's had enough of Lumopolis, or rather, she can't stand Lumopolis. In her eyes, the True Order has always opposed Lumopolis, which is good enough for her.
Something just occurred to me—if you get used to Paloma's way of speaking, you start to see the logic behind her reasoning. Have a chat with her and see for yourself.
—Vice
Her Story (I)
White Night up high, and Paloma down below... Just savor it for a moment, and you'll find it seems pretty appropriate.
Don't look at me like that—I used to live in Lumopolis, you know... Although my family's status was only marginally superior to that of the civilian class, at least we were still counted among the nobility. If I hadn't left that place, you would have had to kneel when passing me in the street... or at least take the initiative to salute. What a strange social code, don't you think?
Although, there was always a bigger fish out there, waiting to gobble you up. When I encountered those high and mighty nobles, it was my turn to humble myself. Think about it—this is also quite just, don't you think? You kneel down to me, and I salute them. They cannot abide me, so yell at me, and I feel bad and become angry with you. Everyone is like this.
Perhaps my father wasn't satisfied with this situation. Perhaps that's why he sent me to the Dawn Academy to learn the ways of the temple—why he tried to make me into a nun. After all, what better place is there to hide away from the secular world than in the academy?
Don't look at me like that—I used to live in Lumopolis, you know... Although my family's status was only marginally superior to that of the civilian class, at least we were still counted among the nobility. If I hadn't left that place, you would have had to kneel when passing me in the street... or at least take the initiative to salute. What a strange social code, don't you think?
Although, there was always a bigger fish out there, waiting to gobble you up. When I encountered those high and mighty nobles, it was my turn to humble myself. Think about it—this is also quite just, don't you think? You kneel down to me, and I salute them. They cannot abide me, so yell at me, and I feel bad and become angry with you. Everyone is like this.
Perhaps my father wasn't satisfied with this situation. Perhaps that's why he sent me to the Dawn Academy to learn the ways of the temple—why he tried to make me into a nun. After all, what better place is there to hide away from the secular world than in the academy?
Her Story (II)
Lumopolis protects its people. I couldn't go a single day without hearing that when I lived there. I could even hear that inane phrase haunting my dreams at night. Yes, compared with other places on the continent, the people in Lumopolis need not worry about having sufficient food or clothing, but it is far from paradise. If you violate the laws of Lumopolis—hah, "laws"—you will be made to suffer.
Just like that day.
I had just finished my afternoon prayers when a unit of Lumo Guards came to the academy to inform me that my family was to be punished and exiled to Lower Lumopolis. This sudden news left me at a loss for words—I couldn't believe the reality I had been presented with. However, the banishment order they carried with them was clear. I lost the ability to use Lumina at that moment, and I could no longer become a nun.
For a while after that, I insisted on praying to the God of Light. I memorized many prayers during that time—prayers I will never be able to forget, yet have never been compelled to utter since.
Just like that day.
I had just finished my afternoon prayers when a unit of Lumo Guards came to the academy to inform me that my family was to be punished and exiled to Lower Lumopolis. This sudden news left me at a loss for words—I couldn't believe the reality I had been presented with. However, the banishment order they carried with them was clear. I lost the ability to use Lumina at that moment, and I could no longer become a nun.
For a while after that, I insisted on praying to the God of Light. I memorized many prayers during that time—prayers I will never be able to forget, yet have never been compelled to utter since.
Her Story (III)
Soon after my family was banished to Lower Lumopolis, our true judgment began. We were given the unique opportunity to witness the rapid and accurate efficiency of Lumopolis firsthand. I suppose this is what the ruling class calls justice.
I remember it was a hot afternoon. I was praying in my tiny room in Lower Lumopolis—for my parents, my family, and myself to one day return to the temple and become a nun once more. However, after a sudden knock at the door, my fantasy came to an end.
Throughout the entire scene, I remember that I didn't blink once. I only saw a team of Lumo Guards show my parents an arrest warrant and claim that we were rebels. Rebels? My father was just an insignificant member of our humble family, with no power. He was a simple man with simple ambitions, and my mother lived a life of quiet seclusion... The very idea of them rebelling against anything was preposterous.
But Lumopolis is a land of justice. Hah—justice! I watched my parents as they were put in restraints. They didn't resist and simply asked the guards to spare me. However, the guards treated us fairly, and when they came to restrain me, my parents finally resisted... I watched the guards cut them down with my own eyes. Their last words to me were—run.
I remember it was a hot afternoon. I was praying in my tiny room in Lower Lumopolis—for my parents, my family, and myself to one day return to the temple and become a nun once more. However, after a sudden knock at the door, my fantasy came to an end.
Throughout the entire scene, I remember that I didn't blink once. I only saw a team of Lumo Guards show my parents an arrest warrant and claim that we were rebels. Rebels? My father was just an insignificant member of our humble family, with no power. He was a simple man with simple ambitions, and my mother lived a life of quiet seclusion... The very idea of them rebelling against anything was preposterous.
But Lumopolis is a land of justice. Hah—justice! I watched my parents as they were put in restraints. They didn't resist and simply asked the guards to spare me. However, the guards treated us fairly, and when they came to restrain me, my parents finally resisted... I watched the guards cut them down with my own eyes. Their last words to me were—run.
Her Story (IV)
I can't remember how I escaped from Lumopolis exactly. I only remember someone helping me along the way. When I woke up, I was lying on the ground in the wilderness. What brought me to my senses was a pain in my hand.
It turns out that I had been holding an emblem from the temple since the moment I saw my parents arrested. It was given to me when I entered the academy—it was a gift the temple gives each student who dreams of becoming a nun and represents their faith in the temple's teachings. Therefore, after I was expelled from the temple, I held onto it because, at that time, I thought that I would one day return there and achieve my dream of becoming a nun.
Looking at the emblem in my hand, dripping with blood because of how tightly I had clutched it, I knew I could never return to Lumopolis. The emblem seemed to reflect my mentality at that moment perfectly. Originally, the insignia on it belonged to Lumopolis Temple. Now, it had become an insignia I didn't know, but one that undoubtedly belonged to me and not Lumopolis. On that night, my hair turned white. Since then, I have understood that I am innately different from all Lumopolis stands for and will never become a nun.
It turns out that I had been holding an emblem from the temple since the moment I saw my parents arrested. It was given to me when I entered the academy—it was a gift the temple gives each student who dreams of becoming a nun and represents their faith in the temple's teachings. Therefore, after I was expelled from the temple, I held onto it because, at that time, I thought that I would one day return there and achieve my dream of becoming a nun.
Looking at the emblem in my hand, dripping with blood because of how tightly I had clutched it, I knew I could never return to Lumopolis. The emblem seemed to reflect my mentality at that moment perfectly. Originally, the insignia on it belonged to Lumopolis Temple. Now, it had become an insignia I didn't know, but one that undoubtedly belonged to me and not Lumopolis. On that night, my hair turned white. Since then, I have understood that I am innately different from all Lumopolis stands for and will never become a nun.