Mrk'grsh'traklar and Alfred

Mrk'grsh'traklar is an allied member of the Crimson race, distinguished by his unique and tragic history. He originally lived in an underground church in a forgotten valley. Unlike the other Crimson race, Mrk'grsh'traklar lacks sanguimancy, or more precisely, blood magic, causing him to consider himself inferior and a "degenerate." He is an extremely devoted fanatic of the Church of Purification. He has long hoped that the Great Purification will restore his magic. Mrk'grsh'traklar is also a great aesthete and a connoisseur of various watches, from pocket watches to hourglasses. After the battle and forced rescue, Lololoshka placed Mrk'grsh'traklar in his sleepy world with Never, a crow possessing sanguimancy. After communicating with these two, Mrk'grsh'traklar's hope for the Purification began to waver. Mrk'grsh'traklar hated hunters, because he considered them blasphemers.

He was given a separate island where the house was, and outside the house on the other side was a forge that suited his height and position. Mrk'grsh'traklar was repairing Lololoshka's weapon, snorting.

"Blasphemer-A?"

He turned his head. Lololoshka returned with some blond guy. Judging by his clothes, he was a hunter. Did he bring a hunter here on purpose? He put his tools away and walked across the bridge towards them.

"Are you kidding me? Hunter? And even incarnate? Did you bring him here on purpose?"

Lololoshka explained everything and asked to keep an eye on him. This hunter's name is Alfred. Mrk'grsh'traklar doesn't care. But he had to take him in. Crimson carried the hunter on his back, laying him down on the bed.

"And what should I do with him?.."

Huh? Mrk'grsh'traklar heard a quiet muttering and realized the hunter was waking up. He sat down on a chair, folding his arms across his chest and bowing his head toward him.

"Are you awake, blasphemer?"