While Dante was pondering whether he should accept, elsewhere a conversation was taking place in which his name was mentioned several times. It was in a cabin on the other side of the village, where two women were talking: Viviane and her mother, Thalia, Tyler's wife and a level 1 knight with 9 stars.
"What do you think of him, Viviane?" Thalia asked calmly, sipping a type of tea. She seemed slightly irritated.
"Well, mother… I don't have any real opinion about him yet, but he seems like a righteous and kind person, though young. And, to be honest, I feel a little sorry for him, since he lost all his memories and seems to have no family," Viviane replied, looking at her mother.
"Hmm, unless he's a complete fool, it's still unacceptable for your father to choose a stranger as his heir, knowing he will stay with his daughter forever," Thalia said, irritated.
"Well, mother, only time will tell. Didn't the same thing happen with you and my father?" Viviane asked calmly, though apprehensive.
"It's different, my daughter. You are a mage; for three generations this village hasn't had a mage. You understand? It's completely different… I am just a mere knight," Thalia finished, slightly irritated.
Viviane took her mother's hands and spoke gently:
"How could you say that? You're a knight, mother. Everyone respects you as the great archer. You are far more incredible than I am," Viviane said, smiling and placing her mother's hand over her face.
While they were talking, elsewhere, a young man in a tunic was curiously staring at his hand. It was Dante, sitting on the ground in the training field, lost in thought.
His mind was racing. In a way, he was already part of this world. Accepting the role of a combatant seemed like the best choice. It would be risky to try to reach level 2, and he might even die. But if he became just a knight and stayed at level 1, when the old man passed away, the village would not have a good outcome.
And it wasn't only Dante who was lost in thought. Tyler was also reflecting on Dante's talent. As with every generation, each one had a lower talent than the previous; compared to past generations, he himself considered his own talent inferior.
The village had eight generations, each spanning one hundred years. The first three generations had red talents and scores exceeding two thousand. The last five had declined: three with yellow talent and two with purple. When Dante became leader, there would be three with purple talent.
But considering the difficulty of finding someone with purple talent, Dante's generation would probably have only blue talent, increasing the chances of failure.
What to do…
Lost in thought, a voice startled him:
"I ACCEPT!" Dante said courageously, staring at Tyler with a confident expression.
"That's how it should be, brat. Tomorrow your training will begin. Rest well, my young heir… and son-in-law," Tyler said.
"Wait… what?!" Dante exclaimed in surprise. But before he could react, Tyler disappeared.