Cipher

Intro Exiled to the?holy city?of dawn, she witnessed how the legends of the Chrysos Heirs surged through the streets. Yet when she saw its squalid alleys and filthy, cramped corners, she found the place no different from Dolos. "Hmph! What Flame-Chase? What heroes? If my experience isn't wrong, I smell shady schemes afoot!" Deeming the Chrysos Heirs glory-hungry frauds, she targeted a certain golden weaving workshop. "Honey brew? A chessboard... and a weird lyre? These have got to be stolen..." She guzzled the honey brew, devoured the dolmadakia, and toyed with the crystal chess pieces. "Heh, even the floor's spinning..." When she awoke from her drunken stupor, she found a perfumed letter in her hand. Hair standing on end, she threw off the blanket and fled to her shadowy den. "Little Glutton: Did you enjoy your fun? You treated the weaving hall like your personal playground. You tasted the honey brew, but couldn't handle it. The chessboard's a complete mess, and you didn't even spare the old lyre. But remember this: Always drink honey brew to the last drop, and no situation in this world is beyond salvation. I know you possess great skill, so fix the lyre you damaged. You're lucky a certain knight commander wasn't there, or she surely would've pinned your tail to the floor with her sword." Clutching the confidential letter, the girl felt a vague, indescribable emotion rising within her for the first time. "Big city folks... they sure got a lot of tricks, huh?" The stray cat waited day after day for a harsh reckoning, yet she wasn't held to account. So, she would whistle, tossing a coin in the air, and time and time again "accidentally" stop in front of the weaving workshop. "Ciphy, if there's anything you want to eat, just tell?us!"?The?red-haired girls?would always have a heap of food at the ready. While following the?weaver?at work, she often heard the stories of those heroes.