"Testing a metia?" the man repeated.
If he could remember correctly, a metia was essentially a magical artifact that were capable of odd things. There was a small chance he might have believed her, if only her delivery was not botched like it was. His doubt was evident in his tone, but instead of pressing the matter, he continued walking in the direction of the Crescent Moon.
"I see." Keeping his head facing forwards and away from her, Heinrich hid a quiet sigh from the woman. He would have preferred she merely just tell him that she didn't want to say anymore instead of making excuses, but there was likely a reason for that. Maybe she was not capable of properly explaining it? She could still be confused on the phenomenon that occurred. And while it did pique Heinrich's interest, he was not going to push the subject any further, as promised. It was simply none of his business and since she either seemed as though she had no intention of speaking about it in detail, or that she couldn't, he would leave it at that.
"It matters no regardless. Instead what matters is that I find my attendant and-" the Celestia had begun to say, only to stop mid-sentence.
A bit confused as to her sudden quietness, Heinrich stopped and turned to face her, only to notice she was visibly perturbed by something, but the young man was not quite sure what that something was. And as soon as she had stopped, she started up again only to head off in a completely wrong direction.
Isn't that a symptom of some kind of illness?
Ford could not help but to wonder if this woman had some form of attention-span problem. It was kind of random and sudden to just take off like she did. But it was not as though he had anything better to do, and he would probably be better off with her than alone considering all the commotion that was going on today. So, after a few brief moments to think it over, Heinrich was now following Vesta, though he was not sure where this woman had decided she had suddenly wanted to go.
....Nani? A strange sight stood before them as Celestia had finally came to a stop a few streets down. It was some sort of cosplayer with an exaggerated sword in a stance that clearly indicated she was intending to wipe this poor normie girl from the face of the Earth, err, well, technically it was no longer Earth, was it? Either way, this situation was not very "good" and required some fast talking, were the objective to stop said girl from possibly dying a gruesome death. Assuming the cosplayer didn't hyperventilate and die on the spot, as it also appeared as though she was incapable of properly finishing the job. Seeing a pitiful, crying young woman and a cosplayer who ran out of breath while swinging a sword at said woman was... a bit sad, a very confusing. A bit entertaining, too.
Speaking of breath, the cosplayer had suddenly sneezed when Vesta called out to her. Rather than fire snot, she fired... well, fire. That certainly wasn't normal at all. Where did all the normal go?
Hmm, fire magic of sorts? I haven't seen anybody blow it out of their mouth like a dragon though. That is when it hit Heinrich that the girl was probably cosplaying like a dragon. Or maybe she was one? He caught part of a popular story (or was it this world's history) about a dragon, but he had never seen one before. He didn't know if they were extinct or what, but if this girl was no simple cosplayer, then he was worried about how someone who looks so human had dragon in them. Could dragons transform into people, or was there some breeding between a human and a dragon? That was...
...probably painful.
As it turned out, though, Vesta was at least acquainted with this fire-sneezing woman. Of course she was. Heinrich worried about the company that she kept, and hoped that this was as weird as it got. He may have been a bit weird himself, but aside from the NEET part of it, he could at least blame his "blessing" for that.
Vesta seemingly spoke to this cosplayer dragon as though she were her superior, though, and by the way she walked out there with nothing to arm her, Heinrich figured she had this under control. And that turned out to be the case, as instead of attacking the unarmed Vesta, the cosplayer merely complained about the other girl calling her a "Horned Freak" and something about an explosion harming her.
Why was this girl exploding? Why was she sneezing fire? What was even going on anymore?
Many questions swirled round and round in Heinrich's mind, but more questions arose as he kept thinking about it. So eventually...
Heinrich stopped thinking entirely.
Dwelling on the oddity of the situation was going nowhere, so he figured he may as well go with the proverbial flow here.
"You seem to keep yourself in... interesting company, Celestia." Ford commented, turning his eye towards this dragon cosplayer. His eyes held a piercing glare, the kind you
see in most shitty OC sheets might imagine a king would give a peasant when ordering them around. Of course, his tone contradicted his condescending face by sounding rather bored, and in truth it was because at this particular moment and in the lighting, such a face was apparently the most "aesthetic" according to his "blessing".
"Perhaps she was trying to give you treatment?" he suggested, in his bored voice.
"I can't say she appears to be too threatening. Especially when she can't into color coding XDDDDD" Around this time, Dante had effectively parkoured down onto the ground and was readying himself to presumably put his blade towards the dragon's throat. Heinrich wanted to scream. He hated being around people to begin with, and he wasn't good at dealing with commotion in the first place. Something had to give, he was only here for a minute!
Assuming that Vesta didn't decide to launch an attack at the boy, and assuming that the dragon cosplayer was either caught or simply evaded without retaliation, Heinrich would go on to close his eyes and mentally scream at the fact that he couldn't physically scream.
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