Myriam

Myriam
First Appearance	Dragalia Lost
Species	Human
Class	Support
Year Created	2018
Created by	Cygames
Voiced by (English)	Tabitha St Germain
Voiced by (Japanese)	Aya Endo

Myriam is a playable character in Dragalia Lost. She is an ally of Alberius who is also the inspiration of the humanoid form of Brunhilda, Mym.

Official Description

A woman who fought the Dyrenell Empire three hundred years ago at Alberius's side. Though she holds a quiet disposition, she exudes warmth and care, and an unrivaled love for Alberius. She's also the model for Brunhilda's human form.

Adventurer Stories

Adventurer Stories Episode 1 Her Story The Second War of Binding, three hundred years ago... Myriam: Alberius, imperial reinforcements! Our western flank is being pushed back! Alberius: I'll send Chthonius that way! Fight to your last, everyone! The dragonblood heir, Alberius, was a savior to many, humanoid and dragon alike. His strength and indefatigable spirit roused the hopes of the people. I respected him as a kindred spirit. And one day, realization dawned that my feelings ran deeper... Alberius: Still bogged down in paperwork at this hour? My condolences. Myriam: What else is an adjutant for? Incidentally, I've put together a list of eager enlistees for our army. Would you like to see? Alberius: Mercenaries...but also farmers and townsfolk. So many. Myriam: Your actions have given them the courage to stand up to the Empire. Which is all well and good, but that comes with a caveat. Myriam: As our numbers swell, we're going to need a bigger base of operations to match. Myriam: Borrowing a Templar office is fine for now, but we'll soon wear out our welcome with so many new recruits jumping aboard. And we lack the means to construct a base... Alberius: So as our ranks grow, so too does the challenge of keeping operations orderly. That is indeed cause for concern.  ???: I believe I may have a solution. Alberius: I'm all ears, Midgardsormr. Humanoid Midgardsormr: I speak of the Wooded City of Rovetelle. Nearby lies a forest known as the Mistholt. Humanoid Midgardsormr: As you might expect, the wood is shrouded in mist, but whispers speak of a fortress one can seldom glimpse through the haze. Myriam: Interesting. This is the first I've heard of such a castle. Humanoid Midgardsormr: I learned of it from a dragon known as the Wisp of Rovetelle. The edifice is not known to man, or so the story goes. Alberius: The Mistholt... Hm. Mym, do we have a map of Rovetelle handy? Myriam: Let's see... There's the Mistholt. It's naturally fortified already, surrounded by mountains as it is. Humanoid Midgardsormr: An ideal base for an army, wouldn't you say? An ancient fortress being concealed within doesn't sound so outlandish. Alberius: Agreed. I stand convinced. We'll make our preparations and depart at dawn. Myriam: You're going to investigate personally? Alberius: Yes. I would confirm the existence of this fabled keep firsthand. Myriam: You're the hero of the sacred sword. Leave this grunt work to me. Humanoid Midgardsormr: Save your breath. Now that he's heard the call of adventure, he can't be swayed. Myriam: You're right. There's that telltale twinkle in his eye. At least let me come with you, all right, Alberius? Mistholt Myriam: The Mistholt certainly lives up to its name. The residents of Rovetelle said the haze only thickens the further in you go. Alberius: According to our dragon friend, that's where we'll find the fortress. The mist must be concealing it. Alberius: Visibility is only going to get poorer from here. Hold my hand so that we do not get separated. Myriam: You want to...hold hands? Alberius: Is there a problem with that? Myriam: They say there are fiends in here as well. If we're caught without our hands free, we could find ourselves in a real bad way. Alberius: But in fog this thick, the alternative is losing sight of each other entirely. Myriam: We can call out to each other as we walk, then. Alberius: Very well... We'll just have to be cautious not to lose each other. Alberius: Mym, are you still with me? Myriam: I'm right here. Don't worry. Myriam: (I say that, but I really am struggling to see. We probably should have held hands like he suggested.) Myriam: (I wonder why I hesitated so.) Myriam: What's that? A fiend?! Myriam: Oh. It was just a deer. Phew. Gave us quite a start, eh, Alberius? Myriam: ...Alberius? Myriam: Did we get separated? Oh no! Myriam: Alberius! Where are you? If you can hear me, say something! Myriam: Alberi—Eeeeeek! Myriam: Uuurgh, I stepped right off that ledge. Ow ow ow... Myriam: Rrgh, I think I twisted my ankle. I'd better— Myriam: Fiends?! Of all the times... Fine. Have at you! Myriam: This is hopeless. I can't fight them off! Myriam: Aaaagh! Myriam: (What an ignoble end. I'm sorry, Alberius.) ???: Mym! Hold on! Myriam: (Could it be...?!) Myriam: *gasp* I...I'm alive... Myriam: And I'm all bandaged up. Somebody dressed my wounds. Myriam: What IS this place? Myriam: It's such a lovely castle...but no one's here. Am I where I think I am?  ???: You are indeed. I chanced upon it while I was trundling around with you on my back. Alberius: I'm glad you've finally come to. Myriam: Alberius, you saved me from the fiends? Alberius: Of course. Forgive me for letting us get separated. I should've been more careful. Myriam: I'm the one who should apologize. How long have I been out? Alberius: About a week, I would say. Myriam: A WEEK?! And you've been watching over me all this time, here in this castle? Alberius: It was touch and go for a while. I couldn't leave you unattended. Myriam: ...... Alberius: Midgardsormr's party should make their way here soon, I should think. For now, we should rest and recover our strength. Myriam: Alberius, can I...ask something of you? Myriam: If something like this should happen again, I want you to forget about me. Alberius: Abandon you, you mean? Myriam: Your purpose is too grand, too noble. You're too important to risk me dragging you down. Alberius: Is that what you think? Sorry to disappoint, but I won't promise anything of the sort. Myriam: Why not? You're the hero of the sacred sword! Saving the world must be your first priority— Alberius: I'll decide my priorities, thank you. What sort of hero would I be if I abandoned you in your hour of need? Alberius: I'll not weigh your life against the world itself. Both are equally precious. Myriam: Alberius... Alberius: And if I AM faced with such a choice... Well, I promise to make the right one. That's all I'll say. Alberius: Now, a chill is in the air. Let's go back inside. Myriam: Yes... Let's. On that day, it finally dawned on me... that I had fallen in love. This is my story. Of how I lived for love, and how I lost my life. Episode 2 Emotional Boundaries Having established a foothold at the ancient castle in the Mistholt known as the Halidom, Alberius continued to fight for a better future. I remained at his side, supporting him more than ever. And yet... Alberius: Mym, do you have a moment? It's about our next expedition. Myriam: Ah, yes. I just finished compiling the scouts' reports, and—oops! Myriam: Now they're all over the floor. Sorry. Alberius: I'll help you pick them up. Myriam: Ah... Alberius: Sorry, I didn't mean to bump your hand. Myriam: Oh, you're fine. Alberius: Mym? You're terribly flushed. Myriam: Am I? Alberius: Your breathing seems labored, too. Are you coming down with something? Myriam: (He's so close! I'm not sure I can bring myself to look him in the eye...) Cleo: Alberius, sir? Dinner is prepared. Alberius: Ah, very good. Thank you for letting me know, Cleo. Cleo: But of course. That's my job. Now, if you'll excuse me. Alberius: Hm. I see she's as distant as ever. Myriam: That girl just now... Alberius: That was Cleo, a page. She's got this place running like clockwork. Alberius: I find my attempts to thank her are always rebuked somehow, though. Myriam: Hm. I wonder why. Perhaps I could try in your stead? Cleo: Is that so? I appreciate you communicating his gratitude. Myriam: He would've much rather thanked you himself, you know. Myriam: The next time he speaks to you, perhaps you would be so good as to not let your bashfulness prevent you from listening. Cleo: What gave you the idea I was feeling bashful? Myriam: Your ears flutter restlessly whenever you speak with him. Cleo: I am merely observing the appropriate deference for someone of his station. Myriam: He's not one to stand on ceremony, you know. Cleo: Be that as it may, I believe it is appropriate for a servant such as myself to set boundaries. There is an order to these things. Myriam: An order, you say... Myriam: (We're at war with the Empire. My fanciful feelings have no place in battle, and yet...) Alberius: Halt, troops! We rest here. Mym, how long until we reach our destination? Myriam: Erm... Sorry. I'll get a map out. Myriam: (The more I try to suppress my emotions, the more my heart aches.) Myriam: Oh no! We've taken a wrong turn. Alberius: What?! Myriam: Looking at the map, we should have taken a turn at the last crossroads. I'm so sorry for not realizing sooner. Alberius: We have to reach our destination by nightfall. We'll have to double back. All forces, about face! Hurry! Archbishop: Myriam. I heard of Alberius's success taking down the southwestern imperial stronghold on your latest expedition. Archbishop: Though I understand you had some trouble along the way? Myriam: I made a navigational error that cost us some time, but we managed to make up for it. Archbishop: I see. Ah, and while I have you, I wanted to mention—I know a promising young businessman who is looking for a wife. Archbishop: In fact, I'm certain the two of you would get along swimmingly. Perhaps I could arrange a meeting? Myriam: To...what end? Archbishop: He's adopted a neutral position in the current war, but his distribution network could bolster your army's provisions considerably. Myriam: You speak of a strategic marriage, then. One to benefit the war effort. Archbishop: You would also stand to gain much. A kind-hearted soul like yourself ill suits the muck and mire of a battlefield. Archbishop: You may endeavor to endure it for now, but fatigue will eventually take its toll, and your strong facade will crack. Myriam: What? Perish the thought! I am fit for battle! Archbishop: Look at what happened on your last expedition. Can you be sure you won't make another such mistake? Or one greater still? Myriam: I... Archbishop: You need not wade through the trenches yourself to fight for peace. Surely you can find a path better suited to you. Myriam: ...... Myriam: (If I continue to aid Alberius in my current capacity, my feelings are bound to render me useless before long.) Myriam: (Perhaps it would be better to remove myself from the situation, as the high priest suggests.) Myriam: (For both our sakes.) Alberius: Mym? I'm coming in. Alberius: Cleo mentioned you seemed down. Are you all right? Myriam: Never better. You needn't worry. Alberius: ...You're a terrible liar. What troubles you? Myriam: If, hypothetically speaking, I was to resign from my post... Who would you choose as my replacement? Alberius: Can't say I've ever entertained that line of thought. I can't imagine fighting without you by my side. Alberius: If you're truly considering it, though... I'd really rather you didn't. Myriam: What...? Alberius: I wouldn't be in this fight if it weren't for you. Alberius: That's why I want you to fight alongside me to the very end. I want you to see what I can achieve, as the hero you made me. Myriam: Together...to the very end, huh? Alberius: Of course, this is all my ego talking. If you really wanted to leave the fight, I would have no right to stop you. Myriam: Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. It was just a hypothetical. Soldier: Adjutant Myriam, I've finished inspecting the latest shipment of supplies from our allies. Myriam: Very good. I'll take it from here. Cleo, would you mind helping me sort the foodstuffs? Cleo: It would be my pleasure. ...You know, you seem different, Mym. Myriam: How so? Cleo: It's like you're fully present at last. Myriam: I made up my mind to fight with him until the end. I will turn the beating of my captivated heart into a source of strength. Cleo: What's this about a "captivated heart"? Myriam: Ignore me. Let's get down to work. Episode 3 Maiden and Dragon Her first visit to the Halidom came while Alberius was out on an expedition. I had remained behind to watch over the castle. Myriam: What's that you're working on, Cleo? A drawing? Cleo: Mym! I, er... Myriam: Oh, it's a portrait of Alberius. You've really captured his essence! Cleo: You...can tell what it's supposed to be? Myriam: Of course. Your warm feelings shine through. Gatekeeper: Adjutant Myriam! Come quickly! Something's happened in the courtyard! Dragon: Hm. So this is the Halidom. Not too shabby. Myriam: What's a dragon doing here?! Dragon: Oh, do you live here? But...you're not Alberius. Myriam: I'm Myriam, Alberius's adjutant. You are? Brunhilda: I am Brunhilda. Though perhaps you'd know me better as the Flamewyrm. Myriam: Wait, THE Flamewyrm? Cleo: I'm familiar. They say a powerful flame- wielding dragon lives on Mount Adolla. To what do we owe the honor, Brunhilda? Brunhilda: The Dyrenell Empire has been making a mess of my territory as of late. They attack dragons on sight, you see. Brunhilda: Rumor has it that Alberius leads a group currently striking back against those tyrants. Myriam: And so you want to join the fight? Brunhilda: Ding ding ding! If I have to pick them off one by one, I'll never be rid of them. Better to join hands—claws?—with a larger force and deal a mightier blow. Cleo: Truly?! Your assistance would prove absolutely invaluable. Brunhilda: Well, don't celebrate just yet. I'll join you on one condition. Myriam: What might that be? Brunhilda: I've no desire to throw my weight behind weaklings. So fight me. Show me your strength. Brunhilda: So if I'm going to face anyone among you, it needs to be the big boss man himself. Got it? Then get Alberius out here. Myriam: Apologies, but...he's out on an excursion. Brunhilda: I came all the way down from my volcano and he's not even here? Cleo: I'm sure you'd agree it's best to delay this test of strength until Alberius returns. Brunhilda: Oh, so now I'm at some humanoid's beck and call? No thanks! Brunhilda: Y'know what? I think I'm over this. I was curious what sort of person could earn Midgardsormr's fealty, but oh well. Myriam: Wait! You're just going to leave? What happened to joining up with us? Brunhilda: You snooze, you lose. Obviously. I'm bored now, and I can handle the Empire by myself well enough. Cleo: What should we do? We would be remiss to lose out on the Flamewyrm's assistance. Myriam: ...Then I'll fight in Alberius's place. Brunhilda: YOU? Do you realize what you're saying? Cleo: Don't be foolish. You're no dragonblood heir. Myriam: Indeed. I am as ordinary as they come. But we can't let this opportunity slip away. Brunhilda: I'm not really interested in beating up on some frail little human girl. Brunhilda: Give it a rest, would you? You're writing your own epitaph here. Myriam: I am still Alberius's adjutant. He and I have fought many a battle together. Do not dismiss me so easily. Brunhilda: Not backing down, eh? I'm impressed. You've got guts. Brunhilda: Well, who am I to let such bravery go unpunished? I'll play along. Go ahead, girl. Swing first. Myriam: Very well. Hraaaaah! Brunhilda: Yeaaah, that's about what I expected. Myriam: Aiiieeeeee! Cleo: Mym! Brunhilda: We're finished here. You there, sylvan. Tend to her wounds and— Myriam: ...Wait. I can still fight. Brunhilda: Huh. Perhaps I held back a bit too much. Have it your way, then. It's your funeral. Myriam: *gasp* *pant* I can...still...fight! *cough* Cleo: Enough of this, Mym! You're badly wounded! Brunhilda: You've barely scratched me. Why won't you give up? Myriam: Because Alberius...needs your strength... Brunhilda: Reality check, missy: you can't beat ME! Brunhilda: Hmm, did I go a bit overboard? Well, at least that should be the end of it... Myriam: *gasp* I must prevail...for him! Cleo: Mym! Brunhilda: ...... Myriam: Ngh... Cleo: You've come to. Thank goodness. Myriam: Cleo! I'm...in my quarters. So I lost. Myriam: The Flamewyrm must have returned home by now. What a shame. Cleo: Well, actually... Myriam: You stuck around! Brunhilda: I wanted to ask you something. Just who is this Alberius to you? Brunhilda: Why would you fight practically to the death for him? Myriam: Because he's special to me. Brunhilda: Ridiculous. You're telling me you endured all that just hoping to curry his favor? Myriam: That's not why. In fact, I don't care if he ever even learns what I did. Myriam: I merely want to be of use to him, no matter the method. Then I will be happy. Brunhilda: I've never heard such drivel. You have to be the dumbest human I've ever met. Brunhilda: But if I'm being honest? It makes you pretty interesting. Myriam: Huh? Brunhilda: I'll join your fight against the Empire. Brunhilda: But this doesn't mean I've approved of Alberius. I'm just in this to see whatever dumb thing you do next. Got it? Myriam: Flamewyrm... Thank you. Brunhilda: For what? Oh, by the way, your name doesn't exactly roll off the tongue. Your parents weren't the greatest decision makers, hm? Myriam: Feel free to take a page out of Alberius's book and call me Mym, then. Brunhilda: Is that a pet name or something? Brunhilda: Well, whatever. At least it's only one syllable. I look forward to working with you...Mym. Episode 4 A Common Goal With more and more dragons on our side, Alberius's army cruised from victory to victory with tremendous momentum. At the same time, those displaced by the war, as well as defectors from the Empire, began to gather at the Halidom. A refugee village, near the Halidom Refugee 1: It's Alberius! And Myriam is with him! Alberius: Tell me, friends: is there anything you require? Please do not hesitate to make your needs known. Refugee 2: You've done more than enough simply by taking us in. Refugee 1: On the contrary; it is we who would like to help you. Just say the word. Alberius: Your smiling faces are reward enough, friends. Myriam: We've finished distributing supplies to those in need. I've got Tartarus bringing more, but I fear we may yet run short. Alberius: There are more and more refugees here every day. Myriam: The other cities and countries of the alliance are unable, or unwilling, to shelter any more. Myriam: The Halidom has become these people's sole ray of light in the darkness of war. Alberius: Even if we defeat the Empire, this problem won't go away. Alberius: Not until these displaced souls find a new land to call their own. Myriam: If only you were a king, with your own kingdom... Alberius: Me? A king? I'm not cut out to rule a country. Myriam: I wouldn't be so sure. You saw the way those villagers looked at you. Myriam: They're trying to put the horrors they've witnessed behind them and live anew. Myriam: They can only do so because you, in all your kindness, have enabled them to. Alberius: That's...high praise. Myriam: You are the heir to the dragonblood— a true hero. The people adore you. You've all the makings of a king. Alberius: ...... Gatekeeper: Excuse me, sir. There's a message from the main allied force. Brunhilda: Is Mym around? I've got some gripes about Jupiter I need to get off my chest. Cleo: Mym left with Alberius to visit allied headquarters. Cleo: The Curia has finally sanctioned his position as official leader of the allied forces. Brunhilda: I thought he already was the boss. Cleo: In practice, yes. But there was always some opposition to him formally taking on the role. Brunhilda: Feh. Humans and their affairs are always so complicated. Cleo: As of today, Alberius will truly become a leader in name as well as deed. August Cathedral Home base of the allied anti-imperial forces Archbishop: Alberius, hero of the sacred sword. Lead our forces, and usher in a new era of justice for our noble land. Alberius: I accept the Curia's proclamation. Archbishop: This man is now the standard-bearer of the allied forces. Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in a round of applause. King: Hmph. How disgraceful that the Curia should recognize a commoner such as he. Myriam: It is only thanks to Alberius that we are on the verge of winning this war. What do you find so objectionable? King: I cannot deny his military prowess. It is what happens after the war that worries me. King: Former imperial territories will be divided amongst us based on our military records. King: The allied leader will naturally be entitled to the lion's share of the spoils. King: Land should be ruled by the educated— those with standing. It ill suits the people for a commoner to assert such power. Myriam: You trouble yourself over spoils when we should be fighting as one? King: Mind your tongue. Only a fool fails to consider the future. Alberius: As the good man says, it is crucial to take post-war planning into account. Myriam: Alberius... King: How reasonable of you. I take it you are prepared to renounce your claim when it comes time to divide up the land, then. Alberius: No. I intend to personally preside over any lands I liberate from the Empire. King: What?! Alberius: War roils across the land like a storm, leaving naught but destruction in its wake. Alberius: If I do not rise to shepherd the people through a hard-won era of peace, then I cannot claim to have saved anything. Alberius: With these very hands, I will build a land where they can live in tranquility. Such is my duty as a hero. King: Pretty words are just that—words. Do you truly believe yourself capable? Alberius: Yes. Because I will not do so alone. The dragons will aid me. Alberius: And I have a most capable adjutant who supports me with advice. Myriam: Alberius...! Alberius: Let it be known to all here: when this war is over, my people and I will work together to build a kingdom where we can live in peace and prosperity. Alberius: And I will not reject anyone who wishes to join me. King: So you would have us swear fealty to you? As vassals? Alberius: Not at all. I would offer that we live as equals. King: ! Alberius: Let's go, Mym. Myriam: Certainly... Myriam: I didn't expect you to say all that in front of THEM. Alberius: I've been thinking about it for a while. About what I can do once the fighting is done. Alberius: You've given me the language to properly express myself at last. Myriam: I have? Alberius: I have the makings of a king—you said it yourself. That is why I have decided to craft a kingdom and become one. Alberius: It may be small, but it will be a home to the displaced and the suffering—a bastion where we can protect them. Myriam: A land led by King Alberius... It sounds lovely. If anyone can do it, it's you. Alberius: I realize I'm jumping ahead here, but I need to ask you something. Alberius: I can't build the ideal kingdom by myself. I need stalwart friends I can depend on. Alberius: With that said, Mym...will you help me? Myriam: Of course I will. Myriam: Actually, perhaps I should get a head start on saying this now... Myriam: "As you wish, King Alberius." Shortly after, the Empire gained an infamous mage as the Other's right hand, and mounted a fierce attack on the allied forces. The tide of war turned, and we found ourselves backed into a corner. Until... Episode 5 Riding the Wind An army of Dyrenell soldiers, led by one of the Other's most esteemed generals, invaded Mount Adolla. Alberius and his people—myself included—fought back with all we had. But we were no match for the Other's right hand... Alberius: Hrk! Other's Attendant: Well, hero of the sacred sword? How do you like the power my master has granted me? Myriam: What even IS he?! He's like no imperial soldier we've faced before! Other's Attendant: Do not conflate an elevated warrior of my station with those whelps. Other's Attendant: I am a singular being—one imbued with the Other's power but not consumed by it. And so, even here at this volcano, the stronghold of the Flamewyrm... Brunhilda: GRAOOOWR! Other's Attendant: None can stand up to me. But that does not mean I will be careless. Alliance Soldiers: Aaaaaagh! Alberius: NGH! Brunhilda: Tricky devil! He's forcing us on the defensive just to wear down Alberius!! Myriam: Worse still, it's working. We're becoming a liability to Alberius. Myriam: Everyone, fall back and regroup! Other's Attendant: You're not going anywhere. I need you here to ensure my victory, after all. Myriam: I...can't move... Is this magic?! Other's Attendant: Now, where were we? The grunts are paralyzed; the Flamewyrm is grounded. Only the hero can still move. How long will he last? Alberius: You shall not toy with us as you please! Rrrrraaagh! Other's Attendant: Ooh, there's that signature bark of yours. But where's your bite, hm? You've practically gone limp. Myriam: Are we to simply sit here and watch while Alberius suffers to protect us? Brunhilda: It's nothing but weakness to live for another and let them direct you. Myriam: People become stronger when they fall in love, you know? Myriam: Our emotions are what give us power. The power to overcome anything. Myriam: ...Yes. I swore I'd fight with him 'til the end. Myriam: I swore I'd turn this captivated heart into strength and fight for his sake... Myriam: And I won't just sit here and WATCH HIM DIE! Alberius: Ngah! Other's Attendant: And so your pathetic tale comes to an end. Let me put you out of your misery. Other's Attendant: To assure your demise with delicious finality, I will put everything I have into this last attack. Savor it well, hero of the sacred sword! Alberius: Mym?! Myriam: Nnngaaaaah! Other's Attendant: You wrested yourself free from my paralysis? But how?! Other's Attendant: No... I used too much strength... I cannot move... Myriam: Alberius! NOW! Alberius: HAAAAAH! Other's Attendant: Gyaaaaargh! Alliance Soldier 1: Oh! We can move again! Imperial Commander: Bah... That idiot told us not to interfere, so we weren't there to help. Imperial Soldier: Commander, what should we do?! Imperial Commander: He insisted that his power was enough, so we don't have any real reinforcements... We're getting out of here! Myriam: We did it... We defeated him. *cough* *hack* Alberius: Mym, are you okay?! Myriam: I'm fine. It's not as bad as it looks... Brunhilda: Mym! You... Alliance Soldier 1: Sir, the imperials appear to be pulling back to their base nearby. Alliance Soldier 1: It's their largest base. We could never get near it because of the Other's right hand before... Alliance Soldier 2: But with him gone, this is the perfect opportunity. If we siege it now, we will turn the tide of this war! Alliance Soldier 1: Sir! Let us press the attack, before they are able to reform! Alberius: Indeed, it would be easiest to sack them if we storm the base now, but— Myriam: Don't worry about me. *cough* I'll catch up once I've healed. Alberius: Mym... Alberius: (Do you think me so blind?) Myriam: (Then you must know. I'm already...) Alberius: (Even so, you think I can leave you? I will not abandon you to become a hero.) Myriam: (You're more than that. You're a king who has promised his people a kingdom of their own.) Myriam: (I am but a humble servant. I want only to see your noble ambitions realized...) Myriam: (So please...my king...) Alberius: I'll come back for you. Rest here with the Flamewyrm until then. Alberius: Troops, we move to attack the imperial base! Charge! Alliance Soldiers: CHAAARGE! Myriam: Thank you...Alberius... Brunhilda: Mym! NO! And with that, the light of life left me. This was my story. Of how I lived for love, and how I lost my life. But the story does not end here. My soul became mana and traveled the world. And my love went with it. Euden: They shall go no further! We must protect the people! Mym: Strong little buggers, aren't they? Cleo: Don't let them turn the tables on us! Euden: Hm? The fiends are falling back! Now, attack with everything you've got! Ranzal: Hot diggity dog... We won. Euden: If it weren't for that gale blowing the fiends back, we'd have been done for. Cleo: I felt a familiar mana in that wind... Mym: Always with the meddling. Mym: But it's just like you to keep watching out for me. Mym: Eh, Myriam?

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Posted by the Dragalia Lost Twitter account on September 30, 2022.

• Hobbies: Book clubs
• Talents: Tea ceremonies
• Likes: Straightforward people
• Dislikes: Seeing people she cares about get hurt