‘I serve CAMPIN. Or rather it serves me. This is my domain and in this place I will provide the answers I choose.
A statement then. I am dead. This is accepted. Those who serve me, my Ladies and Gentleman of Bone are all dead.
My seneschal, the maids, the kitchen workers. Every single being who lives in my Palace is dead.
Why do you not respect our peace of the grave with your banal questions?
[The Unknown Villager who hijacked an experimental CAMPIN module.]
An obvious fact from your clothing, your style and appearance. You are beholden to a higher power. I understand that you come from a techological advanced world than mine. Here is magic, immortals, death, fear and eternal war.
Are you surprised? I am from a nameless village which no longer exists. Little to no formal education. And I have become an abomination in the eyes of those who rule this world.
…A secret then. Only for your ears. Sometimes, I hear a whisper on the edge of my hearing. A man who wants to talk to me. Not my father because he was a good man. Too good to bring back as a copy.
I understand what CAMPIN wants me to do to this world. But those whispers…mean little. Either the difference in our realities or through my own efforts. Or it could be the fact that I am already dead.
One more secret. I’m beginning to learn how he did it. You think I plan to stay on this single world when my work is done? I will spread my version of the CAMPIN Program to the stars and beyond.
No mere old man with his dreams can stop me. You see. I’m dead as well. I’m coming for you Lehua. CAMPIN will belong to me alone.
Forgive my lack of manners as a Princess. Would you like a tour of my Castle? We rarely welcome new guests as…delightful as yourself. My subjects would appreciate any gossip you could share however banal.
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