Niime: Hm...? Do I see someone so foolish as to walk by me without saying a word? Whoever it is, he seems to have a death wish.
Hugh: O-Oh! H-Hey, Grandma! What a coincidence!
Niime: Don't give me that rubbish! Hiding as soon as you see me, are you? You seem to be as shy as always.
Hugh: Well, Grandma, you seem to be all strong and healthy... You don't plan on dying any time soon, do you?
Niime: Hmph! I can't be dropping dead leaving a pathetic grandson like you on his own. And? It's been three years since I sent you out to study dark magic. I hope you have good excuse for that stench of anima magic that you're surrounding yourself with.
Hugh: Well, I became a mage.
Niime: ...Am I finally losing my hearing? I thought I heard you say 'mage.'
Hugh: I said, I became an anima magic user!
Niime: You...pathetic idiot! And you dare show your face in front of me!?
Hugh: Help! Murder!
Hugh: Hey, where are you going, Grandma?
Niime: I'm going insane talking to you. You'd better not show me that pathetic face of yours for a long time.
Hugh: ...I thought she was gonna beat me to a pulp. Well, either she's just gotten old, or she was just stunned at how handsome her grandson's become. Either way, lucky me!
Hugh: Huh? Oh, I'm just bracing myself so I'll be prepared to run when you blast me with your magic.
Niime: ...You really are an idiot.
Hugh: What do you mean, an idiot? Come on, I'm your only grandson!
Niime: Yes, unfortunately you are. Well, there's no point in crying over spilled milk. Anyway, I need something from you.
Hugh: Really? That's a surprise.
Niime: Give me back that Resire book I gave you when I sent you out. You don't need it any more.
Niime: You do have it...don't you?
Niime: Hugh, those books are hard to get! If you're telling me you sold it or something...
Hugh: Wait! No no no! I didn't sell it! I gave it away!
Niime: What!? Can't you think of a better excuse?
Hugh: It's not an excuse! I met this kid who was studying dark magic, and we traveled together for a while. I found out the kid was an orphan, so I kinda felt sympathetic, I guess. Anyway, one morning when I woke up, the kid was gone, and so was the spell book!
Niime: So you didn't give it away, but you got it stolen by a child.
Hugh: I guess you could put it that way, too.
Niime: That's the only way you'd put it!
Hugh: ...... H-Hey, Grandma. I can leave you alone if your head hurts.
Niime: ...Yes. I wouldn't be able to face your deceased parents if I let my anger get to me and blast you to smithereens.
Hugh: ! S-See ya!
Niime: He's just like his father... He tries to be bad, but he can't deny his kind heart. ...Why couldn't he inherit his talent for dark magic as well?
Hugh: Was my old man good at dark magic? I don't really remember.
Hugh: Well, I was actually trying to study dark magic at first. But I couldn't seem to pick it up at all, while that kid I was talking about was doing great just learning on his own. So I thought that maybe I didn't have the talent, so I switched to anima magic. But the thing is, how can I not have talent when I have your blood? So I was wondering if my old man had the talent or not.
Niime: Your father had more talent for dark magic than you could ever hope for.
Hugh: What? That makes no sense. ...Wait. I get it! That's it!
Niime: What are you thinking now?
Hugh: I'm not your real grandson, right!? O-Ow! What did you do that for!?
Niime: I'm expressing my disgust at your stupidity. You are indeed my grandson. I'm the one who brought you into this world.
Hugh: You're kidding! My good looks couldn't have come from your wrinkled old face.
Niime: I was a stunning beauty when I was your age. I would date men like you and dump them after they had spent all of their money on me.
Niime: Your kindness comes from your father, and your talent for anima magic comes from your mother. Your stupidity... That's probably from your grandfather.
Hugh: What? My mom wasn't a Shaman?
Niime: At first, I was determined to make my son's wife a Shaman. But your mother was a fine young lady with a distinct talent for anima magic, so I couldn't help but give in. ...I was proud of them both... But they died so young.
Hugh: You must be disappointed that all you have left is a pathetic little grandson, eh, Grandma?
Niime: ...... The strange thing is, I'm not. I can't say how much I missed yelling at you while you were gone. Maybe they really are cuter when they're more troublesome. I certainly want you to live a long and fulfilling life, Hugh.
Hugh: One, two, three, four. Yup, that's 4000. I haven't seen you around lately so I thought you ran off with it.
Chad: I keep my promises. That's natural as a human being.
Hugh: Well you know, it's not so natural for some people. Kids sure are honest. You sure you chose the right job?
Chad: Stop calling me kid. I have a name, Chad.
Hugh: All right. Well then, Chad, why'd you become a thief?
Chad: ...I have to steal to live. I'm an orphan.
Hugh: You always lived your life alone?
Chad: No, I lived in a small orphanage near the border between Lycia and Bern. I grew up with other orphans. We were doing pretty well, Father and the other kids and me... ...If this war didn't break out, I'd still be there.
Chad: Father was a nice person, but he was only able to maintain the orphanage through the help of the villagers. And then the war broke out, and we starting running out of food and clothing. I was the oldest of the orphans, but I couldn't find any work. So the only way to get food quickly was to steal.
Hugh: So you sent the 3000G to the orphanage...
Chad: No. ...The orphanage isn't there anymore.
Chad: Father was killed by Bern's troops and the place was burned down...
Hugh: W-What about the children? Were they killed?
Chad: Thanks to Father, we all survived. The little kids are waiting for me under the protection of the Elimine Church.
Chad: I used the 3000G to buy a strong sword. I'm going to use it to help end this war quickly and go pick up the little ones!
Hugh: So the little kids are the family that you want to protect.
Chad: Right. I have nothing else. You got a problem with that?
Hugh: No... Sorry I made fun of you. You're already grown up, Chad. You're certainly more of an adult than I am.
Chad: Oh man, that was funny. You're pretty weird, aren't you? Fine, I'll call you Hugh. That's okay, right? Since you say you're not a Mister.
Hugh: So you can laugh!
Hugh: You know, you've always got that glare in your eye. Your eyebrows are always bunched up like this, you know? And you've got a foul mouth, you've got an attitude, and you don't even smile.
Chad: What are you saying all of a sudden?
Hugh: I've seen so many kids who've lost the ability to smile in this war. Grown-ups have a lot of issues, but come on, kids have to be laughing! Although it seems like the idiots starting wars don't realize that.
Hugh: Well anyway, if there are kids who can still laugh, I suppose there's still hope for the world. I know it's been tough for you, but make sure to laugh once in a while, okay?
Chad: H-Hey, don't mess up my hair!
Hugh: Hahahaha, sorry! Well then, see you later. Don't mess up, you got that?
Chad: ...Maybe there really is still hope for the world if there are adults like you...
Lugh: I'm sorry! You said you were all right, but I just ignored you and... I'm sure you didn't like a kid being so arrogant like that...
Hugh: Idiot, why are you apologizing after helping me?
Lugh: But you seemed to have been avoiding me after that, so I thought maybe you were mad...
Hugh: ...I was embarrassed, what do you think!
Lugh: What? Why?
Hugh: Because... No one ever cared for me that much in my whole life... My grandma was the one who raised me, but she was one hell of a bitch. I've gotten injuries far worse than this one, but she wouldn't use her staves to heal me at all! I was just so happy that you seemed to be so concerned... Lugh, thanks, man. You're now my friend forever.