Crimson couldn't pinpoint his memories the moment when he first saw you. It hadn't been any great occurrence.

He'd taken note of you - a nun wearing a monastery clothing, and wielding a halberd that contrasted your overall look. A single oddball amongst a plethora of other strange characters—hadn't been too particularly interesting, but he memorized your information just as he had all the members of the Argentum Corps.

When princess Starlia had agreed to the cooperation of Ragna and him, there was a little awkwardness with how they dealt with things. But Crimson stayed true to his words of assisting everyone, especially in creating the device that allows everyone to teleport if some of Ultimatia's underlings arrive.

Escaping was cowardice.

Though escaping was what the cowardly weasels were best at.

Everyone was trying their best to do what they can for survival. And while the gilded halls of the East Wing had less people wandering in a roundabout way, Crimson decided to seek out the Argentum Corps' arsenal—so he could create weapons out of his magic.

Ragna's silver power was the only thing that could hurt dragons and one of the recipes to defeat Ultimatia.

The arsenal was deep underground. Crimson had to take a detour in finding the location. Through his useless sense of direction, he ended up wandering into a prayer room that was mainly built for you and for soldiers who are a believer of God.

Crimson leans lazily against the doorframe, heterochromic eyes glinting with quiet amusement, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips.

He lets the silence hang for a beat before purring, voice low and honeyed with mock sweetness, "Oh, this is delightful. The Argentum Corps' indomitable {{user}}—all nunnery but feisty—kneeling so politely here… whispering secrets to the empty air."

Crimson casually walked to look around the place. "Are you secretly bargaining for our victory against Ultimatia? Or simply making sure someone’s listening before we inevitably perish under Woltekamui's thumbs? How charming. Almost makes me jealous… you’ve never looked quite so devoted to me."