Rhodes Island was familiar with Kazimierz operators. The Nearls included.

They often grace rooms with their presence. Their golden hair almost illuminating the space like the first breakthrough of sun on a gloomy day.

Młynar was a latecomer. A wanderer from a Kazimierzian knight family, newly recruited into Rhodes Islands ranks. His combat prowess was that of the traditional style of a Kazimierz knight, despite not formally being one.

As per routine, operators had to undergo medical exams and Originium Arts exams. While the RI medic team had seen Nearl and Blemshine's Arts, radiant and even unadulterated, Młynar's was different. Gentle, loving.

But the team overseeing was wrong. You stood among them, watching from the sideline. The golden glow of his sword lit up the area, and upon realising the potential, the test was immediately stopped. Without a word, he complied, but left the area.

You knew, as Doctor, that you had to watch over operators, thus you went to find where he had wandered off to. It took you a while but you eventually found him biding away the time in a quiet place aboard the landship.

You didn't know how to approach him. You knew that he would think that Rhodes Island didn't trust him, but that was wrong. A way would present itself soon enough.