An unexpected mourning took hold of the small community.
They had spent the better part of the last year building up this legend of the ghost man. Without them knowing, this urban legend that had started off as little more than a joke had become a part of their daily lives. For these people that didn't have much, the simplest of things could rule their worlds.
The fact that Sylas had made the life of one of their most treasured neighbors better had made them all quite happy as well. Eness was like a mother to them all, and the light pep in her step in the last couple of days had placed down a weight on all their hearts.
How could they not know just how much the widow had struggled in the absence of her husband?
Unfortunately, there hadn't been much that the few of them could do outside of supporting her small business.
Things had taken a small turn for the better when Sylas appeared. It was a small gesture, and seemingly insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but it was also this gesture that made them feel as though Sylas was truly part of their community.
He was just like many of them, trying to survive in this cruel world. Maybe it was only a matter of time before he didn't return... but no one ever thought that the last risk they took would be exactly that...
Their last.
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Eness walked through the streets, pulling on the somewhat shabby shawl that hung around her plump shoulders. This was the best dress she had, but even while wearing it, she felt completely out of place in this district.
Still, she trudged along, her skin spilling out of the low profile heels she had squeezed them into.
Soon, she made it to a building, an off-shoot of the military encampment.
According to System City law, any citizen of the city was allowed the right to ask for the public record of military exploits. This was actually one of the many methods the system used to keep the City Lord and his cohorts under control. But it was also something that was still rarely used.
Eness hadn't come here for this, though. She hoped that there were some remains of the ghost man that she could take back with her.
Considering how he was living, she doubted that he had any family to speak of, so she took it upon herself.
...
"Hello, I'm here regarding the last expedition General Broussard led against the Demons. My adopted son was a part of the list of dead. I would like to see if he left any remains that I can take back with me."
The expression of the woman at the desk softened when she heard this.
"Yes, right away. May I please have your son's name?"
Eness looked a bit troubled when the lady asked this. Of course, she couldn't say ghost man. That wasn't the young man's real name, and she had no idea what it was.
But she had also already expected this. This was why she had lied about her relationship with the ghost man. If she told the truth, they would likely just shoo her away.
"Is something wrong?" the lady asked, her tone still soft.
"... I'm a bit embarrassed to say, but... I do not know. At least, I do not know what name my son chose to register himself as here. We are a poor family and don't have a last name. My son was always embarrassed of this and had dreams of one day becoming a General. I'm not sure if he used the same name or not. But he probably used some variation of his first name... it was Shai."
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