[ She takes a sip of her drink. There was not a day that she did not think of them, nor a minute that she missed them. It had been easier to talk about her brother -- but these are good people who had devoted themselves to her and to her cause. Each had a reason unique to themselves, but it was far from just glory or riches... ] I have hundreds of men and women under my command, but only 88 become Saint. They wear Cloths -- armors representing a guardian constellation.
Not only do they fight for me during the course of the Holy Wars, but they are scholars, teachers and caretakers as well.
[ Pause. Talking about them in that manner made her feel detached, and it was not how she feels about them. She lets out a soft sound of amusement, as if to mark a sudden gear change. ] Degel, was his name -- the Saint who told me about the Northern Lights. He was the Saint of Aquarius, and is the most studious among his peers. He was the most skillful in the arts of ice and all things related to it. He was distant, but kind; and always willing to share his knowledge.