Errand Chronicle 3706 · Entry #27

[The Great Expedition] In Front of Death

Descendant of the Vell Pirates

Objective
The Black Spirit NPC Knowledge said you should use her desperateness to make her talk. Listen to the descendant's story.

Sound out the descendant;Listen to the story of the descendant;About the descendant's question;
Dialogue
Descendant of the Vell Pirates Dialogue
Hehe. Look at her eyes.
She's scared to death unlike the way she's talking.
I can feel her fear.
No human can lie in front of death.
Let's use her desperateness.
We must figure out the secret of that island.
Can't you feel it the closer we get?
The immense power we've been searching for!
Descendant of the Vell Pirates Dialogue (Alt)
No human can lie in front of death.
Let's take advantage of her desperate situation to get her talking.
Sub NPC Completion
I dared not have a name because I knew
what the blood running through my veins has done.
I went by some other's name and lied to the world to find out the truth.
The Vell Pirates. They are the devils of the sea,
the ones who massacred the tribespeople who serve the goddess of the sea,
and the ones who corrupted the goddess, creating the monster of Margoria.
The only reason I struggled to survive
was the journal I read while hiding in the sewers.
That journal told me a different story.
The Vell Pirates in that journal followed the voice of the stars.
Oquilla's Eye, served by the twelve constellations.
The group of adventurers in search of the legend.
The story of Captain Leanar, who faced the heart of the ocean,
swore an oath, and met his end by injustice.
The journal gave me dreams, hopes
and courage to survive in the sewers.
The map of the stars clearly laid out in my head
told me that the journal was not fictional.
But it's all useless now.
I hope I may live a normal life in my next life...
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Summary
I dared not have a name because I knew
what the blood running through my veins has done.
I went by some other's name and lied to the world to find out the truth.
The Vell Pirates. They are the devils of the sea,
the ones who massacred the tribespeople who serve the goddess of the sea,
and the ones who corrupted the goddess, creating the monster of Margoria.
The only reason I struggled to survive
was the journal I read while hiding in the sewers.
That journal told me a different story.
The Vell Pirates in that journal followed the voice of the stars.
Oquilla's Eye, served by the twelve constellations.
The group of adventurers in search of the legend.
The story of Captain Leanar, who faced the heart of the ocean,
swore an oath, and met his end by injustice.
The journal gave me dreams, hopes
and courage to survive in the sewers.
The map of the stars clearly laid out in my head
told me that the journal was not fictional.
But it's all useless now.
I hope I may live a normal life in my next life...