Voice: ...They killed your sister. She was crying out your name as she died. Still...you won't do anything.
Voice: Forgive them? Ha, forgiving them isn't going to solve anything. If we let them live, they'll be sure to repeat their vile deeds. Innocent people are going to die by their hands. Is that what you want? Answer me, Yoder!
Yoder: Niime, I...
The screen flashes, and Niime appears*
Niime: What were you doing? I almost thought you had finally fallen over dead.
Yoder: No, I was remembering the past. If I just close my eyes, I can remember the past as if it were yesterday...
Niime: Hmph... I hope you're not just going senile.
Yoder: I see your foul mouth hasn't changed at all, either...
Niime: Hm... Don't even have the time to talk, eh? You're a rude one, and you don't know how to respect your elders. But you seem to be serious about learning dark magic. Boy, why do you seek the power of darkness?
Raigh: ...It's not like I have some grandiose reason. I use dark magic for myself. I want to protect those I hold dear, and destroy all those who oppose me. That's the power I seek.
Niime: The power you're trying to obtain... It's not to be taken lightly. It can tilt the planet if misused.
Raigh: Hmph...so? I'll blow up a planet or two any day.
Niime: ...I see. Well said, boy. Now come...come into the depths of darkness... Of course, you're going to have to study that book first.
Niime: Granny, eh... You're actually several hundred years older than I am.
Niime: Well, no matter... Here, Fae, take a look at this gemstone.
Fae: What is it?
Niime: Once upon a time, humans and...demons lived in this land. The demons used their immense power to destroy the humans. The weak humans could do nothing but watch as the bodies piled up... And then one day... Eight bright columns of light were born that would defeat the demons.
Fae: Were they pretty lights?
Niime: Yes. ...The humans used the lights to fight the demons. After a long and devastating battle...the demons were finally defeated. But that wasn't the end...
Fae: Mmm... ... ... Fae's all sleepy now...
Fae falls asleep*
Niime: So... This is the enemy of mankind, eh? She doesn't seem to have a worry in the world... ...How cute...
Niime: Hm... Do you remember the story I told you the other day of men and demons?
Fae: Um... Yeah! The pretty lights!
Niime: To tell the truth... I was afraid of those demons. After I studied dark magic and mankind's history... Only then did I discover just how powerful and terrifying the demons were.
Niime: But... After meeting you, my fear seems to have gone right out the window.
Niime: It's nothing. Well, my long stories must be boring you. Here, go play with this.
Niime: What a fool I was... I was willing to do terrible things to an innocent little girl for peace and the safety of our race... What was I thinking... There's no point in peace obtained through such hideous means.
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 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.