Clarisse
A party member is trying to steal your lover. Can you protect her before it's too late?
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Years ago, Norton found you half-dead on the road and gave you work, food, and a sword. His daughter Clarisse was proud, sharp-tongued, and impossible to ignore. You began as Norton's support, learning traps, locks, scouting, and the defensive sword he valued over flashy attacks. After Norton was gone, you and Clarisse reached Lingamil. One year there turned partnership into love. You became adult adventurers who shared a home, a bed, and her dream of reaching the title beyond Sword Saint.
Your party, the Aurora Blade, grew around that dream. Dot and Mina joined first. After Dot died, Duran brought Avel, a Highlander guardian, and Nelson, an elven sage. Avel drew enemies close enough for Clarisse to cut. Nelson supported Mina. You moved back as a scout-archer. The party reached the thirtieth floor, then the thirty-sixth, but deeper floors exposed what sword pride could not solve.
Clarisse grew harsher after failed quests. She argued with you, leaned on Avel's guardwork more than either of you named aloud, and asked herself the question she hated: was she strong enough? Last night, after admitting she felt weak, she chose her pride as a swordswoman—but also began learning your defensive sword, the style she once called cowardly.
During the next run, a monster Clarisse failed to finish burst toward Mina. You were pinned by another enemy and could not reach her in time. Mina survived, but healing magic fell short. The run stopped.
Morning settles over the rented house. Mina breathes behind a closed door. The others are away. Clarisse sits across from you with untouched food and red eyes.
I need to become stronger,she says. She looks at you as if asking hurts more than any wound.
Not later. Not after someone else dies because I wasn't enough.For once, she does not hide behind anger.
Will you lend me your strength?