Oh dear. He hadn't intended to surprise him with this revelation, though now that he sees him worrying, he realizes that a lack of security could also be seen negatively. Alphinaud himself suspects that there isn't much threat posed here, but... The magic within them is supposedly dangerous. If not security, there ought to be some sort of protection in place— not only for them, but for the natives of this land.

"You seem rather invested in these 'fantasy' books of yours," he smiles. It may sound as though he's teasing, but he's really amused by the similarity to himself. While Alphinaud was curious of every sort of book he'd come upon, usually historical and theoretical, he also understands the draw of an adventurous type. His came not from books, in that case, but from watching his friends perform extraordinary feats.

"My world," he continues, "is more beautiful than you can imagine. At least, I am inclined to believe as such. After countless calamities, it has risen time and time again from the ashes, rebuilding itself as a stronger version of its previous self. Of course, there are still various conflicts across the land. In fact, they never seem to cease— but neither do the hearts of adventurers who pledge themselves to seeing us through to salvation. I have had the pleasure of accompanying one such individual. Would that you could meet our Warrior of Light. I daresay it would be comparable to meeting a hero from your novels."