Redra Bbit

« I run. I run. I'm shocked at my vigor, even as the world crumbles all around me.

"Take care of the Prophesied Child, ______ ___. Protect her at all times. And, if you would, tell me at the end of each day how her journey has been. I can't join you, given my position... But if anything happens, I'd like to at least be there with you in spirit."

I was proud to do it, at first. But over time, I began to vaguely understand the consequence of her request. Still, I kept sending the reports, and was ordered to avoid joining the battlefield. Then...

One day, while I was far away at Oxford, I saw flames rising over Londinium.

"Ahhhh..." There was nothing I could do to atone. I wasn't responsible to begin with. The queen's army might really have attacked. That's what I told myself.

"If only we had a chance to teach Londinium its place!" "The Round Table Liberation Army? Please! As if those defects from the factory could ever stand beside us, the chosen humans!"

Try as I might, I couldn't forget the voices of the humans in Salisbury, nor those of the fairies egging them on.

When I saw the embers of Londinium, my hind legs went numb. I would never run freely again. Silently, I accepted that fact.

To begin with, the state of the Fairydom was too difficult for me. I should have been born in a world where I could exercise my talents, more purely, as I pleased. A life without words, without prejudice, without conflict. I wished I had been a creature of the wild, racing through the meadows. Dashing, like the wind. Galloping, like a beast. That was all I ever wanted. But that humble goal was dashed to cinders, when I saw the fire.

Yet, I gained one last chance. They told me it was do or die, so I trampled the earth with all my might. It hurt. My flesh and spirit screamed at me, "what's the point after all this?" I had no words to give. I didn't deserve to mourn that brave, gallant girl knight. All I could do was smile bitterly. There wasn't a point. If there was no point, then all I had to think about was what to do next.

I ran, and ran. The pain was fierce. But so was my joy. While the world crumbled around me, I was freer then I'd ever been in my life.

A faehorse's life is over if it breaks a leg. The pain was so intense it tore my soul apart. For a day and a half, I pulled that carriage like there was no tomorrow. I knew my legs would give out soon, anyway. I turned my pain into joy, and ran. I ran, just to deliver them to the coast. I ran, not to hide hope, but to create it. No matter how corrupt it was, this world had given birth to me, raised me, and taught me joy. I sprinted across the land of Britain I so loved.

When the carriage collapsed, I cut loose the harness and dashed for the woods, alone. As I ran, I could hear my body being mangled. What a blessing this is! What grace I was given! To be happy, until my final moment.

To be like the wind, until the very end. »

« Famitsu: Redra Bbit also garnered some big fan reactions.

Nasu: I gotta be honest with you. Redra Bbit wasn't mentioned in any line of the plot plan. He was something that happened when I started writing and noticed a thing. "Britain is big so they need to move on a chariot... Crap, I can't use chariots in the fairyland." That's because Morgan forbade the parts of culture that mistreated animals. I had to do something, so I started thinking. "I need an eccentric oddball who would voluntarily want to pull a chariot... Oh, I just happen to have one generic fairy with an important role. I can change him and ... your turn now, Red Hare!" (laughs) All and all, I was happy to see everyone get so impressively attached to a character made really just to answer to one of the story's needs.

Famitsu: When I first saw Redra Bbit, I immediately assumed that the Red Hare in my Chaldea was actually a fairy who convinced himself that he was actually Red Hare (Lu Bu).

Nasu: I saw a few players saying the same thing. Redra Bbit is causing a nice amount of bewilderment and confusion on the theory-crafting side of the fanbase. »