Elder Prophet Kuwa

"Wait, you over there. You're free right now, right? Come help me." Kuwa stops you, her face red.

"I've always been wondering... Ahem, I was wondering, who's more popular amongst those in the Resistance Citadel, Alba or me?"

"I know it's me even without asking since I'm so smart and beautiful, but just to be fair, go around and ask everyone." Kuwa says.

Hey, I've been waiting for you. So I am the more popular one, right? Hurry up and tell me. Or maybe you're one of my admirers? Kuwa says confidently and excitedly.

(You tell Kuwa everyone's opinion of her)

"What? That's impossible, this can't be true!" Kuwa's becomes even more excited.

"Huh! If this is the case, then I must show everyone that I'm more powerful than Alba and a better leader than she is."

"I'm going to challenge Alba to a duel! But before we can duel, we need a nice big piece of land so we can fight each other properly. Clear out the area infested with Undead Giants, Rippled Beastmen, and Cavern Beastmen."

"I have to prepare myself for the upcoming duel."

Hey, have you finished clearing out the land? Now I can send my challenge to Alba! Kuwa clenches a letter with Alba's name on it and you feel the magic field around you become agitated.

(You tell Kuwa what Alba thinks of her, emphasizing the part where she praises Kuwa's intelligence and beauty)

"What? Did she really say that I'm a genius and the most beautiful woman in Ilya? It seems that Alba's got insight, but this doesn't change the fact that I want to settle this thing once and for all..."" Kuwa's determination seems to waver.

"I had planned on using the knowledge gained in the Senate and my powerful magic to take this camp and use it as a stronghold. But Alba managed to take the camp before me and now she's become everyone's hero."

"I'm so jealous. I'm just as capable as her, so why is she the one who wins all the glory!? Tell me! Why!?" Kuwa has tears in her eyes.

There are many things in this world that are unfair and there are many things you can't make up for. But there are plenty of wonderful things that belong only to you. Choosing to care about small wins and losses may lead to the regret of a lifetime. For Ilya, in order to save those who trust you and love you, please forget about your own qualms and work together. You speak to Kuwa carefully, hoping she will grow up and consider the greater good.

I know I'm wrong. I like her just like everyone else does, and I admire her abilities. But... but I just couldn't reconcile with the fact that... and that's why I wanted to... Kuwa, shaken by your words, starts to cry, her words getting lost in her sobs.

"I had planned on using the knowledge gained in the Elder Council and my powerful magic to take this camp and use it as a stronghold. But Alba managed to take it before me and now she's become everyone's hero."

"I'm so jealous. I'm just as capable as her, yet why is she the one who wins all the glory!? Tell me! Why!?" Kuwa has tears in her eyes.

It's fine. Alba is saying these things because she is concerned for Ilya's future. In fact, she values your ability and hopes you will help her save Ilya and rescue all its people. You comfort Kuwa in a soothing tone, hoping she will understand.

Hmph! I'm not helping her. She's a coward for rejecting my challenge. And then she talks about saving Ilya and its people. I won't be deceived... Kuwa refuses to listen to you and becomes even more persistent in her pursuit of glory.