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The crew heads out to deal with some thieves, only to find that Veight has beaten them to it. He follows the crew in search of an answer to a question: can vampires coexist with others?
In the past, the crew met a troubled vampire princess named Vania.
By working alongside Vania and her brother, Veight, the crew was able to save Feldrac's vampire clan from a disastrous fate.
Since that incident, the crew has heard about a band of thieves targeting unsuspecting travelers.
One day, the crew hears about a band of thieves that only preys on weak travelers.
The crew decides to sneak into the thieves' hideout to stop them before they can cause further harm.
When they arrive, however...
Thief 1: Groan...
Rackam: What the heck happened here?
A thief moans in pain on the hideout floor, having been overpowered by an unknown assailant.
The crew isn't sure what to make of this. Suddenly, a man rushes in from the back room.
Thief 2: Move! There's a demon in there, and it's coming for me!
Thief 2: Agh...
???: Please. A wretch like you has no right to call me that.
Lyria: Veight? Is that you?
Veight: Oh? It's you guys. Huh, now isn't this a coincidence.
Rackam: Did you do this? No, wait. Why are you here? And what's happening on Medvecia?
Veight: Annoying, as always. Now take a deep breath, and ask me one question at a time.
Rackam: Bah! And you're as unpleasant as ever. I guess it really is you.
Veight: Humph. Anyway, don't you think we should take care of these thieves first?
Vyrn: Yeah, let's take out the trash!
They apprehend the remaining thieves and hand them over to the Crew of Enforcers.
Afterward, the crew leads Veight back to the Grancypher.
Veight: How nostalgic. It's good to see this old ship is still in one piece.
Rackam: Hah, you're darn right it is! Our pride and joy won't break that easily!
Rackam: So let me ask you again: why are you here?
Veight: Ah, that's right. I suppose I trust you, (Captain), and the others enough to provide an explanation.
Veight: I left Medvecia to answer a certain question: can mortals and vampires become good friends?
Rackam: Good friends?
Veight: Coexistence and cooperation, among other things. That's what I mean.
Veight: We vampires are trying to change. And it's all thanks to you and your friends, (Captain).
Veight: Some of us are now beginning to view coexistence with mortals as a possibility.
Vyrn: Wow. You stuffy old vampires are willing to change your ways, huh?
Veight: We aren't completely trusting of mortals just yet. Many among us still consider them objects of derision.
Veight: And then there are those who say we have nothing to gain from cooperating with your lowly kind.
Vyrn: I guess change doesn't come easily.
Rackam: Well, that makes sense. We've been isolated from each other for a long time, after all.
Veight: Hm, yes... However, Feldrac wishes to make contact and coexist with the outside world.
Veight: If we can find harmony, we'll finally be free from the shackles of our own destruction.
Veight: I also share his convictions.
Rackam: I see. That won't be easy. You make it sound like the others are skeptical of your way of thinking.
Veight: Yes. They harbor their doubts, their suspicions. But maybe I can show them that friendship isn't out of reach.
Rackam: Then support for coexistence would increase.
Vyrn: I get it. And that's why you're out here traveling.
Veight: Exactly. You're pretty smart, for a reptile.
Vyrn: Hey! I ain't no reptile!
Veight: I've observed a number of mortals in my time off the island, and—
Vyrn: Hey! Don't you ignore me!
Veight: I've seen nothing but scoundrels. Too many people have corrupted hearts.
Rackam: You talking about the thieves from before? The way you're talking, it sounds like they're far from the first group of criminals you've run into.
Veight: You could say that.
Veight: There's certainly no way I can use these experiences to disprove the suspicions of my people.
Rackam: Look, Veight. I'm not gonna lie; there are bad people in this world. But you can't lump everyone in with thieves and crooks.
Veight: Yes, I know. (Captain)'s a prime example of that.
Veight: Sigh. If only all mortals were like (Captain), I wouldn't need to go to all this trouble...
Veight: Well, I guess I'll be on my way. My investigation is far from over.
Choose: Leaving already?
- Leaving already?
- We'll help.
Veight: What's that, (Captain)? Could it be that you want me to remain with your crew?
Veight: Hehe. Well, if you insist. I don't mind staying here for the time being.Choose: We'll help.
Veight: Sheesh, you really are kind to a fault, (Captain).
Veight: I'm not complaining, though. Heh, if you want to help so badly, then I gladly accept.Continue 1
Veight looks pleased and beams at (Captain).
Vyrn: We never insisted on anything. In fact, it almost sounds like you were hoping to come with us all along.
Rackam: Bullseye, am I right?
Veight: Y-you've got it wrong! All wrong! (Captain) was so adamant that I simply had no choice!
Vyrn: Nah, (Captain) didn't mean it like that. Right, (Captain)?
Veight: Quiet, you reptile!
Vyrn: You want a piece of me?
Lyria: Now, now, let's not get carried away, Vyrn. We're happy to have you, Veight!
Veight: Well, just don't get in my way. Again, I'm just following you because it's the best option. That's all.
Veight: That said, I also believe (Captain), ah, truly deserves to be at my side.
Veight: A-anyway, thanks for taking me in, (Captain).
Veight, blushing slightly, extends his hand toward (Captain), who responds with a handshake.
The future of vampire-mortal relations rides on the outcome of Veight's journey with the crew.
Friend or Foe
While out shopping with the crew, Veight is spotted by soldiers. One of them manages to wound Veight, but he simply keeps running.
Soldier 1: Wait, you demon!
Veight sprints through a grassy field, trying his best to elude a number of soldiers in pursuit.
The soldiers occasionally get an attack off on Veight, but he doesn't retaliate.
Soldier 2: He's a quick one! Fix your aim, you idiots!
Veight: Ugh! These guys are relentless!
Aggravated by the situation, Veight thinks back to what caused it in the first place.
Veight and the crew stop by a small country to do some shopping.
Rackam: I'm surprised you decided to come with us, Veight.
Veight: It's easier for me to observe the lives of city folk while I'm with you. It has nothing to do with wanting to follow you or anything.
Veight: And look at all the things you've bought. The more people you have to carry them back to the ship, the better.
Rackam: Wow, that's awfully kind of you!
Veight: Humph. It's no big deal.
Vyrn: Really? I think you're actually worried about us.
Veight: No, I just told you! It's no big deal!
Lyria: (That's a lie.)
Rackam: (He sucks at lying.)
Veight: What? Why are you all looking at me like that?
Veight: I've had enough! I'll be waiting outside!
Vyrn: Hey, come on, you don't have to sulk about it.
Veight: I'm not sulking!
Rackam: Hahaha. He's a handful, all right, but at least he's easy to figure out.
Veight: Argh! What's with those people?
Veight: I said it was no big deal, and I meant it!
Outside the shop and out in the open, Veight feels the burning gazes of suspicion on his skin.
Soldier 1: Look, there it is. See those wings? It's gotta be one of... those.
Soldier 2: There's only one creature with wings like that.
Soldier 3: Vampires! Cursed bloodsuckers!
Soldier 2: It's escaping! After it!
And that's how Veight came to be chased by soldiers of a small country.
Soldier 1: Ready! Aim! Fire!
A bullet strikes Veight's back, but no blood is spilled. He keeps running.
Soldier 2: What? I swear I hit it!
Soldier 1: That's why they're the stuff of legends! What crazy demons!
Veight: (They're the ones shooting at a fleeing target, and somehow I'm the demon.)
Despite his frustrations, he never once turns back to show hostility; he simply keeps running.
Veight: (As far as they're concerned, any sign of animosity from me will only prove that I'm a demon.)
Veight: (It'd be best to avoid that. But is it even possible to forge a friendship with these kinds of people?)
While Veight mulls over his options, another shot rings out across the field.
Veight: Augh! Where?
He feels an intense, sharp pain coming from his right shoulder.
Veight is shocked to find a matte silver bullet lodged in his shoulder.
Soldier 1: It worked! The stories were right!
Soldier 2: We've got it now! Shoot! Shoot!
Veight runs even faster despite his wounds.
But a group of monsters, drawn to the smell of blood, block his path.
Veight: You're in my way! Begone!
Shop Till You Drop
Veight, who is studying mortal customs, doesn't seem to grasp the appeal behind bargain hunting. With Drusilla's help, the vampire eventually comes to understand the power of the shoppers who fight on the battlefield of sales.
Young Woman 1: Ahaha! Faster, faster!
Young Woman 2: Slow down! Wait for me!
A young vampire strolls through town to study the mortal way of life. The sight of excited women running by catches his eye.
Veight: What in the world are they raising a fuss about?
Veight scans ahead to where the women seem to be heading and sees a glitzy boutique.
Veight: Ah, it would appear they and others are heading for that shop.
Veight: Hmm... Even so there's no reason to stampede over in such a frantic manner. It's too crowded to set foot inside, let alone do anything.
The young vampire is confused by the behavior of the girls he just saw.
Veight: (I've come to understand mortal males easily enough, but the opposite sex still presents many mysteries.)
Veight: (How can they be so focused on purchasing goods? I wonder if the answer lies in a book somewhere...)
Veight stands motionless, brows furrowed in consternation.
It just so happens that Drusilla comes humming and skipping into view. She spies Veight, rigid like a statue in the middle of the street.
Drusilla: Good day to you. Why are you standing there staring off into the distance?
Veight: Not into the distance. Have a look at that boutique if you will.
Drusilla: Oh my! To think that it's already that full of people!
Drusilla: I must hurry over there as well!
Veight: Huh? Hey, wait a minute!
Drusilla is about to take off for the boutique, but Veight quickly grabs her by the arm to stop her.
Drusilla: Eeek! What is the meaning of this?
Veight: You... also intend to go into that shop?
Drusilla: Uh-huh. This area is famous for shops with lines that wind around the block.
Drusilla: And to make matters worse, they hold limited time sales without any warning at all. I can't let this one get away from me!
Veight: But, I dare say, to reach a fervor over a reason such as that is something I absolutely cannot wrap my head around.
Drusilla: Oh-ho-ho! Forget about reasons! Simply put, girls love fashion and shopping!
Veight: Is that so...
(This could be a good learning opportunity.)
Veight: Do you mind taking me with you?
Drusilla: Why, yes! I would be most grateful!
Veight: Hm? Grateful?
Drusilla: Oh-ho-ho! Excuse me, I must have misspoken. Let's be off!
And so Veight accompanies Drusilla into the boutique.
Young Woman 1: Ahaha! This blouse is sooo precious!
Young Woman 2: Ack! Stop pushing me!
Young Woman 3: Oopsies. Sorry, just trying squeeze through, but you were taking up a lot of space, so...
Young Woman 2: What're you trying to say?
Women occupy every aisle, their hands grabbing for goods while fending off other bargain hunters.
Veight: I thought shopping was supposed to be a pleasant experience. Why does this scene remind me more of an arena?
Drusilla: Oh, my poor, sweet Veight... You're still so innocent.
Veight: Grrr... Who are you calling innocent?
Drusilla: Please. This is a battlefield. You need sticky fingers to get your hands on the cutest styles!
Veight: What do you mean, sticky fingers?
Drusilla: Hehe... Watch me closely now, Veight.
Drusilla is gone in an instant, but she appears again just as quickly as she disappeared, this time clutching a
heavily-discounted designer dress.
Drusilla: That's what I mean, Veight.
(What astonishing speed... My eyes couldn't keep up with her!)
Drusilla: Something on your mind?
Veight: No... Nothing at all...
Drusilla: Oh-ho-ho! Then on to the next boutique!
They exit the boutique and head for another.
Drusilla: Goodness! That hat is simply lovely!
Drusilla: Stunning! Exquisite! Veight, please hold these for me.
Veight: You're asking me to do what? Is that why you brought me with you, to carry your bags? Hey!
Veight's objections go wanting. Drusilla has a grand old time flipping through racks and trying on outfits.
Drusilla: We're not done yet, Veight. There are more shops to visit!
Veight: Sigh... How much more can you buy?
The spending train shows no signs of slowing or stopping. Veight is dragged along from store to store at the mercy of the little whirlwind.
He can't fathom how this Harvin girl has so much energy and vitality.
Veight: Urgh... Why am I feeling fatigued, even though I'm a vampire?
Veight: How is she still going strong? Where is that little body drawing its power from?
Drusilla: Veight, darling... Don't tell me you're winded.
Veight: Huff... Huff... Don't be ridiculous. I'm a proud vampire.
Drusilla: Wow! How right you are! I guess we can tackle the main event!
Veight looks to where Drusilla is pointing to.
A large sign bears words that fill his eyes with dread: All Items 90% Off.
Young Woman 1: Oh my gosh! This is the sale I've been waiting for!
Young Woman 2: Haha! You snooze, you lose!
Young Woman 3: I don't think so, sister!
Veight: That's... not normal...
Drusilla: We're charging in too. We can't be left behind in the dust!
But Drusilla doesn't hear him. She sprints for the door like a Harvin possessed.
Watching the girl from behind, Veight suddenly looks to the sky.
Drusilla spots the monsters and starts to tremble.
Drusilla: I'm not scared... I'm not scared...
Veight: Unbelievable... Drusilla, get behind me!
Veight: Humph. You're like a completely different person when confronted by monsters.
Veight can still hear the ferocity in the voices of the shoppers off in the distance, and he lets out a heavy sigh.
Veight: No, that's not quite it. Shopping is perhaps a different means to draw out a mortal's true potential...
Veight: Haha... The outside world is filled with enigmas, is it not, Feldrac?
Veight draws his own conclusion about shopping with mortal women.
Battling monsters doesn't even come close to the struggle that is shopping.
Drusilla: Veeeight! Get over here!
Veight: Heh... There's no turning back now. I'll see this through to the end.
With both his arms draped in bags, Veight wills his tired body onto its feet.
He calmly walks toward the so-called battlefield.