Operation story: BI-1

Before operation

Summary

The Doctor and co. accept Enciodes's invitation to Kjerag. After a short recuperation on all fronts, they board the train for Mt. Karlan.

External force.
A minute touch of force from outside. With just the lightest push...
An avalanche will bury the whole of Kjerag, conspiracies, machinations and all.

<Background 1>

[A Kuranta businessman is being offered something by a Kjeragian merchant. ]

Business-Tripping Manager : Sir, this is just a shoddy plank of wood. What makes it sell for fifty whole pounds?

Kjerag Merchant : Now, sir, you'll want to learn something new today. This is no ordinary piece of wood. It's a blessing of Kjeragandr, Goddess of the Snow Realm.
It's all thanks to Her protection that Kjerag could be free from the Catastrophes and set down roots here.
And the stuff that made this charm comes from the evergreen trees of Mount Jungfrau, our own second-highest peak in all of Kjerag.
Do you know much about Jungfrau? Legends say, it's a mountain formed from the tears of Kjeragandr as they fell and froze.
The trees watered in that snow from on high grow full with Kjeragandr's love and favor for this land, and charms made from that timber assure your safety and warding of calamity where you may go.
Seeing as it's your first time here in Kjerag, why not take some souvenirs for your homefolk back in Victoria?

Business-Tripping Manager : What gives you that idea?

Kjerag Merchant : Listen, these last two years, Mr. Enciodes has had more and more of these big corporate whosits flocking in. I heard your accent and I knew straight away.
To new people like you, see, I recommend these charms in particular to mark the occasion.
Heard of the Tschäggättä, maybe? They're people-eating beasts deep in our mountains. Sinister to the eye, inhuman, there and gone again when you least expect.
But so long as you're wearing this charm, blessed by the Vine-Bead Court, you'll cower those things under Kjeragandr's might, and they won't harm you.
And just think, you take it back to your family and tell them, this charm bears the divine protection of Kjerag's Mount Karlan. Paints the complete picture, doesn't it?
You've tripped halfway across the land to Kjerag. You wouldn't go back to your own without something nice for it,

Business-Tripping Manager : ......
...Bah, fine. I'll take one, and one for my wife and little tot each!

Kjerag Merchant : That's the ticket! If only we could all be straightforward as you!

??? : Let me see—sorry, this wood must've been stripped from any random mountain tree.

Kjerag Merchant : ?!

[Ensia Silverash, better known as Cliffheart, approaches the merchant. ]

Kjerag Merchant : Wh—What gives you the right to say that?!

Ensia : First, without approval from the Paleroches, no one's even allowed to climb Jungfrau.
Second, I sure didn't hear about anyone climbing her while I was gone.
When I left Kjerag, I even told Weiss, if anyone makes it up her, be sure to send me a message.

Kjerag Merchant : How do you know who...
Wait a minute, that tail... you can't be Miss Ensia?!

Business-Tripping Manager : Ensia... y—you're Mr. Enciodes's sister?!

Ensia : Uh-huh?

Business-Tripping Manager : Now, hold it, sir, were you actually trying to swindle me?!

Kjerag Merchant : Well, hahahah, they said Miss Ensia loved climbing ever since she was little. Seems she knows more about the snowcaps than us commoners after all.
All these wares of mine came from the hunters in the mountains, actually. They must have been the ones swindling me, no doubt.
I'll be going to find them and settle our score!
As for this charm... Miss Ensia, would you mind?

Ensia : It's true it has the Vine-Bead Court's blessing. No man of Kjerag would dare to forge that seal and offend Kjeragandr.
If you want to ward off any rumored Tschäggättäs with it, forget it. But if you take it back as a souvenir, I think it'll work great.
So, just slash that price a little.

Kjerag Merchant : Huff... in light of that, I'll put them at ten pounds a piece! Now, sir, are you still buying?

Business-Tripping Manager : If the sister of Mr. Enciodes says as much, I've got no reason to be skeptical.
Business for you must be tough. I'll take five of them!

Kjerag Merchant : Coming right up.
Are you here to buy anything, Miss Ensia? Whatever you fancy, it's yours. My business owes itself to the Silverashes, after all.

Ensia : No, no, I'll pay you like normal.
Right, Doctor?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Of course. / Lucky we prepared enough Victorian and Kazimierz cash.

Ensia : Jeez, we could exchange all we want, but it's still only worth anything in our family's region.
And this trade port's doing the hottest business anywhere in our land. You may as well spend all that money right here. You'll still get away with it.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : You couldn't just take stuff? It's your clan's territory.

Ensia : Hey, c'mon, Doctor. Other people have to make a living too.
But if you really want, we can go see what my brother says about it. He'd get things sorted out sweet!

<Dialogue branch ends here>

[Weiss, better known as Courier, approaches Ensia. ]

Weiss : Lady Ensia, we should be on our way to the station by now.

Ensia : Ooh, we're tight on time. Doctor, let's go.

[Ensia and co. leave, but the Doctor noticed someone looking at them. ]

??? : The blizzard is coming. Take caution, outsider.

Doctor : And you are?

??? : If you don't want to freeze, leaving now will still save your skin.

Doctor : ......?

Ensia : What are you blanking for, Doctor?

Doctor : Someone was talking to me.

Ensia : Huh? There's nobody here, though.

Doctor : ......?

<Background fades out>

「It's far from the right season for leisurely outdoor coffee.
You look behind you, and only see the bright canopy blocking the sun, and a sign advertising Karlan Trade.
A deserted terrace sits silent, just like the distant peaks of pure white.
Maybe it was the pages of the magazine on the table, rustling in the wind, that gave you the illusion someone was sitting next to you, talking to you. 」

<Background fades in>

Ensia : Doctor, snap out of it. Let's move.

Doctor : ......

[The Doctor and co. leaves as the snowfall goes heavier. ]

<Background black>

??? : We'll meet again.

<Background 2>

Weiss : Matterhorn! You're here. The Master's waiting for you.

Matterhorn : Good to see you, Weiss.
Aren't you going?

Weiss : I was going to, but the Master wants to invite the Doctor to the Tri-Clan Council with him, and have me stay back to greet them in your place. After all, I'm an employee of Rhodes Island myself.
I think you must be ready for a vacation after guarding the Young Lady for so long.
Besides, given you're out here, I'm guessing she ditched you?

Matterhorn : Haha, yes. She's shopping with the Doctor right now.
She wanted a vacation for me too, so she had me let her free.

Weiss : That's the Master and the Young Lady for you.
Well? How do you feel, being back this time?

Matterhorn : The territory's been fast with construction, and huge in its overall change. It's almost unrecognizable already. That's the Master for you, indeed.
I'll take the two of them up on their great kindness and visit home for now, see my parents, and then I'll be on standby at the Master's.
How about you?

Weiss : Me?

Matterhorn : You've been away for a while too. Last time we met, weren't you off with the Master to Columbia?

Weiss : I've got nothing pressing. Savoring the streets again is more than enough for me.

Matterhorn : What about that old Itra friend of yours? Monch, I think, was the name. Eat a bite with him if you have the time.

Weiss : That's...
...We'll see, I guess.

<Background 3>

Sharp : ......

[Sharp, the Rhodes Island specialist operative, calls an Ursine operative with the callsign Aurora. ]

Sharp : It's me.

Aurora : Can you hear me?

Sharp : I can hear you.

Aurora : Brilliant! It looks like the base station's signal is fine.

Sharp : Mm.
How are you?

Aurora : I've found a few suitable hidden spots for the comms station installation. But no matter where we install a station in Turicum, we won't be able to catch all of Kjerag.
This is Kjerag's southern gateway, and practically its only contact channel with the outside.
Setting up a comms network here has massive importance, but if you want to cover the whole of Kjerag, setting up a few more simple stations around the central lake region would be the best option.

Sharp : That's not what I'm asking.

Aurora : ...? Didn't you have me wandering outside so I could scope things for us?

Sharp : What I mean is, you haven't been back in Kjerag for a long time. How do you feel?

Aurora : Oh...
Honestly, it feels totally unbelievable. When I left Kjerag under the Silverashes' talent fostering program, it was from here too.
Back then, even Turicum was just an ordinary little village, let alone the rail station at the border now.
I never thought it'd become so big. At this point, I think you could argue it stands up to the cities on the outside.
Doing construction work like this in the snowy mountains must be harder than I could ever imagine.

Sharp : Good.

Aurora : Where are you all right now, Captain? I'll come find you.

Sharp : We're boarding a train to Karlan.
You don't need to come with yet.

Aurora : Huh?

Sharp : You mentioned your home was in an industrial area, in the mountains.

Aurora : Yep.

Sharp : For now, go back and visit.
Nothing's more important than family.

Aurora : But...

Sharp : You're back in the mountains. It's the perfect opportunity to head for home. The Doctor thinks so, too.

Aurora : Did the Doctor say that?
...I understand. If you're okay with it, then I will.

Aurora : So, the Doctor...

Sharp : The Doctor has me with.

[An announcement blares over the loudspeakers. ]

Broadcast : The train for the foot of Mt. Karlan is about to depart.
The train will depart soon, please board now.

Sharp : I'm heading out.
Have a good break, Aurora.

[Sharp hangs up. ]

<Background black>

「With a steam whistle and a faint announcement, the train departing for Karlan sets slowly into motion. 」

Ensia : Doctor, let me tell you about the names of all these peaks.
Look. The one there with the flat-ish slope is Jungfrau. The third Saintess named that one.
The really steep one there, that's Matterhorn. His name actually came straight from that one.

「......
Ensia continues on, with something to say about all the scenery that passes by, and all that Kjerag is.
Aside, Courier wears his eternal smile, listening to every word quietly and respectfully. But from time to time, the faraway look in his eyes carries a hint of something unclear.
Sharp reclines against the seat browsing net pages. He'll find that the contents of Kjerag's internet far exceed his expectations.
Alternately, you listen to Ensia, and cast your gaze out of the window.
Outside, remnants of ice drift in a lake reflecting the blue sky. Some locals are together at its shallows, some drawing water, some doing their laundry, some laughing.
The purest white snowpeaks stand imposingly tall, any attempt to lift your head and see their end blocked by the sunlight.
Halfway up, where the mountains level somewhat, a young shepherd herds flocks of stockbeasts home. No surprise crosses him as he sees the people aboard the train; instead, he lifts his whip, waving at you in greeting.
Not far away is the village where he lives, smoke spiraling from chimneys, peaceful and prosperous.
The sight of it all wipes the cares from your mind.
Perhaps, this journey will be just fine. 」

After operation

Summary

At the Tri-Clan Council, all three clans have knives to each others' throats. With the deadlock unabating, Enciodes proposes the three clans transfer power to the Saintess, igniting a fierce dispute. In the end, the Saintess Enya chooses to accept the transfer.

<Background 4>

[Three members of the Browntail clan: the matriarch Ratatos, her sister Sciurus, and Sciurus' husband Yucatan, are having a talk. ]

Sciurus : Tch. It's taking too long.

Ratatos : Keep it down, Sciurus. You're interrupting my train of thought.

Sciurus : What's to think about? Enciodes has to hand his land over this time.

Ratatos : Yucatan, your opinion?

Yucatan : ...I agree with Rus, but Sir Enciodes won't just lie down and take it.

Ratatos : At least you think before you talk. Unlike your wife here.

Sciurus : Oh, who exactly is this about?!

Ratatos : You, of course, my beautiful little sister.
If only it wasn't for Arctosz and his idiot face firing off at anything to do with Karlan. I didn't want to fall out with Enciodes this soon, that's for sure.
People like Enciodes are a handful. Even if he croaks, he'll be sure to put us on the brink too at least. Not to mention...
Something tells me he won't accept his sorry lot, and it's telling me loud.

Sciurus : Hmph. In my view...

Ratatos : I said keep it down, Sciurus. If you really have something to say, you can go outside, and then tell the mountains about it.
Of course, I won't let you back indoors.

Sciurus : Tch. Fine, I'll just shut up then.
(Murmured) So happy to talk to yourself.

Ratatos : ......

Devotee : Sir Arctosz arrives.

[The gate opens as the cold wind blows in and Arctosz Paleroche, the patriarch of the Paleroche clan, walks in. ]

「At the summit of Karlan in winter, the frigid winds never rest, but the look in Arctosz's eyes, and the sound of his great axe as it drags along the ground in bursts, come to fool people—it's as if the winds are his to bring. 」

Ratatos : Look who's here, Arctosz, my fine friend.

Arctosz : Enciodes?

Ratatos : Who am I to answer that?
I thought you would've bumped into each other outside and settled everything there, and that way I wouldn't need to be tormented in here, and I could go home happy.

Arctosz : How surprising that something can even torment you, Ratatos.

Ratatos : Of course. I've got torment to the nines.
Such as, more and more people in my territory wanting to work for a living at Enciodes's instead.
Or, Gulo, the most able officer you have, not showing up today. Why?

Arctosz : He caught a cold.

Ratatos : Kjerag's sturdiest soldier catching a cold. That's no good omen.
Looks like we'll need that man under Enciodes to give him some treatment. Gnosis, that one.

Arctosz : He'll get better on his own.

Ratatos : Fine, fine. No good deed of mine goes unpunished.
Seeing as you're here, it looks like we're just missing Enciodes now.

??? : The three o'clock chime has not yet sounded.

Enciodes : I see I've kept the two of you waiting.

Devotee : S-Sir Enciodes and the Great Elder arrive!

Ratatos : Hm?
Tch, there's a mystery. Why are the two of them together...?

[Enciodes Silverash, better known as SilverAsh, the patriarch of the Silverash clan and the CEO of Karlan Trade, walks in alongside the Great Elder of Kjerag as Arctosz and Ratatos looked them in suspicion. ]

Ratatos : Enciodes, don't tell me you went praying to the Saintess before coming to this meeting?

Enciodes : Far from it. I met the Great Elder along the way, and had a few words with him.
Great Elder, you first.

Great Elder : A fine courtesy.

「The entrance to the hall slowly shuts, the air inside settling down in an instant after.
The Great Elder sits straight in the middle, Arctosz and Ratatos stand to one side, and Enciodes to the other.
The gulf of difference is stark. 」

Great Elder : Former Tri-Clan Councils always had us sit together, talking of the year's crop of affairs, of whose house had done more, and of whose required assistance after blights of snow.
I had not foreseen such a topic at today's council... *sigh*.

Arctosz : You'll want to really grill Enciodes about that.

Enciodes : No need for such aggression, Arctosz.
As the Great Elder said, the Tri-Clan Council should be no place for us to blame and reproach each other.

Ratatos : I wonder if you've heard one about the pot and the kettle, Enciodes.

Great Elder : Enough, enough. Given we are all here, we shall commence this meeting of the Tri-Clan Council.
By Kjeragandr.

Everyone : By Kjeragandr.

<Background 4>

Great Elder : I presume all three are aware of the purpose of this Council.
On Mr. Arctosz and Ms. Ratatos's proposal, last meeting, that the Silverashes would cede governing authority over the valleys and mining regions, for the Paleroches and Browntails to then administrate.
In addition, the Silverashes' withdrawal from the parliament of the Tri-Clan Council.

[The attendees discussed the proposal. ]

Enciodes : Gnosis Edelweiss has been expelled from his post by myself. I believe both of you know this already.

Arctosz : What good does knowing that do? Gnosis is your aide. How could his actions not have been according to your instruction?
If you think pinning the blame on him will let you escape punishment, then think again!

[Enciodes interrupts Arctosz. ]

Enciodes : Arctosz, why come to such an arbitrary conclusion?

Arctosz : Enciodes, there's much I can tolerate from you. You can open your factories in your territory, do your business, recruit your foreigners.
That is your territory. Whatever ghoulish form you twist it into, it's not my concern.
But never should you have led your railroad to Karlan, bringing the copper stench onto holy earth. And your mining up to Karlan's foot, extracting resources in secret, is beyond the pale.
What do you take the ground of Karlan for—what do you take the land of Kjeragandr for?
You even plotted against any inspection teams so that they wouldn't investigate your factories. My subordinates are still bedbound for it.
Is that what you want to say? That these are all the doing of that accursed Edelweiss, and nothing to do with you?!

Enciodes : Gnosis was once my most trusted partner, and I mistakenly gave him too much power.
For that, I am deeply regretful.
What of you, Ratatos? Is there really no leeway to reverse course between us?

Ratatos : *sigh* I really would love to help you, Enciodes.
After all, six whole years ago, it was me who paved your way back into this hall. Of course it hurts, pushing you out again by my own hands.
But in the end, when it's about all of Kjerag, I just can't defend you.

Enciodes : Though I believe the Browntails have benefited, greatly, from business in Turicum.

Ratatos : Am I denying that? It's not just money in our pockets, we can reap the rewards with our subjects too. Who wouldn't be a fan? Only sticks-in-the-mud like Arctosz.
But even though people talk behind my back thanks to it, crying witch about me, I still have a bottom line, Enciodes.
I don't know what you read or learned in those four years you studied outside, that drives you to abuse our trust to this point.
I was wrong about you six years ago, Enciodes. I'll pay for that in time—but you're going to pay first.

Enciodes : Ceding the valleys and mines under our jurisdiction, as well as the Silverashes' seat at the Tri-Clan Council. These are your demands. Is it not an excessively high price?
Karlan Trade has already stricken its then-director in these affairs, Gnosis, off its register. The company's growth policy has recently mildened too, that much is plain to see.

Ratatos : Too late, Enciodes.
If this price wasn't high, how would you ever remember it?

[Arctosz interrupts Ratatos to speak with Enciodes. ]

Arctosz : If you wanted to seek forgiveness, you never would've done any of this in the first place.
But since you have done it already, then today, here and now, you must pay something for it.
Are you handing over governance of the valleys and mines, or are you not? Are you seceding from the Tri-Clan Council, or are you not?

[The attendees discussed the argument between the three clans... ]

Enciodes : ......

[...before Enciodes speaks. ]

Enciodes : All I have done up to now was for the development of Kjerag.
That it would worsen our relations with the Paleroches and Browntails to this present extent, was never my wish.
And from the exchanges I've just had with the two of you, I see this worsening is already unavertable, and unredeemable.
I somewhat foresaw it, but to arrive at this moment in reality, at this time of grievance and ultimatum in this hall, still fills me with sorrow.
But I truly cannot bear to see a fissure arise in the three clans that govern Kjerag together.
Dissent in the three clans signifies dissent in Kjerag. It signifies, that Kjeragandr's people, are soon to lose their collective homeland.

Arctosz : Enciodes, if you truly thought so, if you truly ever thought so for even one moment...
You would have sent yourself packing from Kjerag, back to your Victoria, and been a worry less on Kjerag herself!

Enciodes : Arctosz. I, Enciodes Silverash, am the head of the Silverashes.
This means I must bear my responsibility for the future of Kjerag, and fulfil what is obliged of me.
I don't know what makes you feel I should have stayed in Victoria. Is it because those days of only two clans in parliament made you feel so much more powerful?
Not to mention, my reforms in the years I've led the Silverashes are a done reality...
The people of my territory haven't just gained from the way of life I've brought, they've continued to advance such lives by their own accord.
Even if I leave, the machines will still work, and the trains on the tracks will still set into motion.
Or do you truly believe that if I hand off the valleys and mines today, and cease operation of those factories and railroads...
That the people working there, the people benefiting from what it produces, will accede?

Ratatos : That's your problem to solve, Enciodes.

Enciodes : No, Ratatos. Maybe you have incredible trust in my problem-solving ability, but at base, this is not a problem I alone must face.
You wouldn't suggest that the Browntails' subjects have never profited any from these years Karlan Trade has done business?
How many people have the Originium stoves kept going through the coldest winters, procured from Columbia by Karlan Trade? There are no Catastrophes in our mountains, but the ice and snow still claim lives.
What is so disgraceful about the herders' prods, or the fertilizer that comes from Victoria?

Ratatos : You brought about this situation today—including your constant embellishment of yourself—and now you're using that same situation to menace us, shamelessly.
Get it out. Say this is all your accomplishment. Say you're powerless to give those of Kjerag self-sufficiency, and that you're not afraid to have them mocking you. You, head of the Silverashes.

Enciodes : Wrong, Ratatos.
To menace is the bluff of one who lacks confidence, while I—am only recounting the truth.
You deem Karlan Trade as a menace to Kjerag. That, in itself, is a mockery beyond the heavens.

Ratatos : Keh...
You've got some gall by the sound of it, Enciodes. I remember. You've been good at talking this sort of talk ever since you were young.

Arctosz : Don't waste your breath, Enciodes.
Today, you will...

Enciodes : Would I not hand it over today, General Gulo would have directly "assumed" control of the valleys, having been stationed close by long ago.

Arctosz : You...

Enciodes : Don't be so quick to resort to force, Arctosz.
I can make commitments and decisions, accordingly, to your proposals.
Conflict has been far from my intent up to now. As the head, I will not put up with any losses either.
But if it's for putting this grievous state of affairs in check, for the alliance of the three clans of the snow mountains, then in the capacity of Kjeragandr's people, the Silverashes can make concessions.
—I am fully able to offer the valleys and mines, with both hands.

Ratatos : You're serious?

Arctosz : You can say a fine line! Enciodes, there's no one here who'll be taken in by your drivel!

Enciodes : Hence why I say, Arctosz, don't rush.
Impetuousness will be your weakness, guardian axe of Kjeragandr, most pious soldier of Kjerag.
I can accept these conditions you two have devised. But it will not be handed to the Paleroches, nor the Browntails.

Arctosz : Then to whom do you give it? What, Kjeragandr?!

Enciodes : Completely correct, Arctosz, most faithful of the people of Kjeragandr.
Every inch of territory of the Silverashes, and of you all too, is fundamentally accorded to us by Kjeragandr's trust. We merely supervise it in Kjeragandr's place.

Ratatos : ...Hold on, you can't be...

Enciodes : It is as you imagine, Ratatos.
I've decided I will hear your demands, and give the Silverashes' valleys and mines in whole to the Vine-Bead Court, for the Saintess to handle its factories and pits.

Arctosz : What?!

Enciodes : So as to avert conflict between the three clans, Kjerag ought to have a leader who can hold the faith of both the three clans, and the Snow Realm's citizens, at once.
Though we've managed, I believe that having the vicar of Kjeragandr take control of Kjerag once again, as in times past, is a fair and reasonable thing.
I imagine that peacefully settling this issue, peacefully partitioning the Silverashes' assets, and peacefully avoiding a direct clash of the three families, is what we hope for by all rights.
Ratatos, Arctosz—I can give up my valley and mines on this one condition. What do you think?

「A spell of silence. The attending nobles look amongst each other, trying to comprehend what purpose lies within the words.
The only sound, the scratching of the transcriber's pen, but that freezes too a few short seconds later, hung in the atmosphere.
The first to break the silence is a pencil as it carelessly clatters to the ground, alongside a stunned gasp from an unknown someone.
Immediately, consciously, low murmurs of discussion arise one after another, as if a pan of rösti in lowly heated oil. 」

<Background 2>

[Gnosis gazes over the horizon as two Kjeragian nobles watch him. ]

Gnosis : ......

Talkative Noblewoman : Look! Is that the man from the Edelweisses...

Scathing Nobleman : That Gnosis cur has the nerve to show his face here. I spit on him.

Gnosis : ......

Talkative Noblewoman : Good word, he's turned this way!

Scathing Nobleman : Pah. See the look in his eyes. Heaven knows why Mr. Enciodes ever gave him such great responsibility, when his parents clearly plotted...

Talkative Noblewoman : Tut-tut-tut, shush it, now! You'll anger Kjeragandr if you speak of these things atop Karlan!
Though you have to admit, his happy days are at an end. Mr. Enciodes obviously couldn't tolerate his conduct one second longer.

Scathing Nobleman : Really? Did Mr. Enciodes finally pull him from his post?

Talkative Noblewoman : Yes! Didn't you know? At the Council last month, he removed him from his office on the spot...

Scathing Nobleman : He's already out, then? That's wonderful! His number was long up!

Gnosis : ......

[Monch, an Itra employee of K.C., approaches Gnosis. ]

Monch : Sir Gnosis.

Gnosis : I've warned that we should not converse on these occasions.

Monch : Yes, my apologies.
Only... I received an urgent message. The train carrying Rhodes Island's delegation is almost at Karlan's foot already.
You had some interest in this company. Do you want to go and meet them?

Gnosis : The Snow Realm has reached a major juncture. If they're external forces that have been drawn in, then I'll naturally meet them when the time comes. No need to go out of my way.
Besides... I'm merely an employee on probation now. What position do I have as pretext to meet them?

Monch : ...Sir...
It really was disappointing to see how Enciodes acted, ejecting you as a figurehead just to appease the other two clans.

Gnosis : Appease? Enciodes's thoughts are by no means as simple as that.
I've heard Rhodes Island really did succeed in slowing the exacerbation of Ensia's Oripathy?

Monch : Yes...

Gnosis : Hm. Then they do, in fact, have the resources to win the Silverashes' favor.
But the attention of Enciodes is both a blessing and curse. No easy judgments yet.

Monch : You mean...

Gnosis : There is no extraneous meaning to what I said.
Anyhow, presumably those in the company must have applauded and cheered, the same way those two dilettantes did just now, hearing I was gone.

Monch : None of them understand your worth, Sir Gnosis.

Gnosis : Using the word "worth" to describe a person implies that person can be weighed.

Monch : Sir...

Gnosis : By now, Enciodes should have proposed his idea for the Saintess to lead the Tri-Clan Council.
The meeting hall, at this moment, should be utter chaos.
Enciodes, in the end, this is the step you took after all.

Monch : You're the one who understands Enciodes the most. Only you can stand in the way of his ambitions.

[Snow starts to fall. ]

Gnosis : ......
The wind's picked up. It's going to snow.

「A massive snowflake sticks against Gnosis's shoulder, only for the frigid wind to pitilessly, immediately blow it off.
Kjerag's snowstorms are far from rare. They only need the clouds to gather thick enough, waiting just for a turning point.
And once the equilibrium of the air that supported those clouds is smashed, and loses its bracing power— 」

<Background 4>

Does Enciodes seriously mean for the Saintess to become Kjerag's queen?
Impossible! This is Enciodes we're talking about!
But he seemed serious about those ideas he spouted just now...
No matter how you put it, think how incredible it'd be if Kjerag could unite under the Saintess's leadership! Kjeragandr's land really should return to Kjeragandr!

「The whispers amongst the bystanders come together, and momentarily, the roar of the wind outside the window is covered by the voices. 」

[Ratatos questions Enciodes of his suggestion to make the Saintess Kjerag's head of state. ]

Ratatos : ...Enciodes, do you have any idea what you're saying?

Enciodes : I'm clear as could be.
Let us lay everything out in the open.
I originally held that, so long as results were had and the Silverashes' sincerity was clear to you all, you would discard your prejudices, and hand in hand with me, lead Kjerag forward.
If the three clans could act together, then regardless of any difference in earnings—
A country's stance upon foreign trade versus a company's stance upon foreign trade are completely divorced concepts, and the results obtained will be a world apart.
Maybe my pace was too fast, and led you to believe instead I was planning to submissively hand Kjerag to outsiders?

Arctosz : As if you weren't? Enciodes, Karlan IS NOT your theater to act in! Kjeragandr will punish you for every lie you've spewed!

Enciodes : In that case, that Karlan still permits me to stand here is my greatest proof.
Leave it at that. I know full well I can't change your thinking, but I don't plan to alter Karlan Trade policy because of your shortsightedness either.
Karlan Trade values Kjerag's mines and factories, but they aren't the totality of the company. Letting them bring the company into stasis is far less worth it to me.
If we let an eye for an eye go any further, then in the long run, we'll have spent excessive energy on uniting our views, and it'll have given outside threats a chance to hijack.
Like you, this is in no way what I want.
Therefore—
I ultimately resolve to hand over all executive power to the Saintess.
It will be for the Saintess to determine. I can accept this arrangement, and I believe all present can too.

Arctosz : A heap of nonsense!
Who would believe words like these from someone trampling on the faith of Kjeragandr?!

Enciodes : Trampling?
I know that's how you see it. Many harbor prejudice towards the change Karlan Trade has brought.
But labor is the very foundation on which Kjerag was stood.
Forget not that should they still have work at noon, the Browntails' people pass on kneeling in prayer to Karlan.
And if things are busy, they certainly do not take the monthly visit to Karlan to hear the teachings.

Ratatos : Ha. Enciodes, pulling some hamfisted strawman like this isn't one bit persuasive.
What next? Are you going to say that everything you've done to Karlan is by Kjeragandr's counsel?

Enciodes : "Kjeragandr," Page 1, Line 1.
"Her tears are the ice eternally unmelting, Her back the unbreaking mountain, Her breath the cold wind of winter, Her smile the warm light of spring."
"When She awakes, shall the mountains summon Her, and the sky cast down lustrous spectra."
No one has ever said that the Holy Mount can truly stand for Her.
Mt. Karlan's uniqueness is owed to the Vine-Bead Court being situated on it.
If you denounce me for harm of the Vine-Bead Court's interests, I will readily concede that. Besides, I have brought my full good faith.
And in addition, "those who toil will hold power, and those who idle will suffer."
I have never gone against Her teachings.

Arctosz : Utter, utter tripe!
The Vine-Bead Court is Kjeragandr's representative upon this land, and the Saintess of the Vine-Bead Court Her Terran speaker! How do you think you can change this with a mere few utterances?!
Great Elder, will the Vine-Bead Court suffer these wild lies?!

Great Elder : Naturally, I have to protest what Mr. Enciodes says.
However, day in and day out, the scholars wage countless disputes over interpretations of Her words. The Vine-Bead Court is not a place of outlawed dissent, by any means.

Enciodes : Who is right, and who is wrong? Far be it from you or me to have the final say, Arctosz.
Page 3, Line 5.
"In the beginning, Kjerag had but one untamed settlement, so until She lifted Her head from amidst the mountains."

「This time, following Enciodes's start, some nobles present notably begin to recite alongside him.
"She became as human, and lived in survival with the untamed. Yet they feared Her might, and honored Her as Divine."
"More came to gather at Her side, and so was Kjerag born, and She, its first ruler."
"Under Her guidance, did Kjerag flourish and thrive in bountifulness." 」

Arctosz : ......

Enciodes : Arctosz, tell me. What does Page 321, Line 1 say?

Arctosz : "...After She held the kingdom for three centuries, there came one sudden day when She passed the ruler's title to Her helper, and vanished amidst the blizzard."

Ratatos : "Henceforth, Kjerag was given unto the people's hands."

Enciodes : Everyone, we are all of Kjerag, and all Her people.
It is exactly as I said before—
If there is someone able to determine how we should proceed, then it is not I, nor you, nor Ratatos.
This someone must be Her speaker, the Saintess.
That we do not trust each other won't matter.
The Saintess will determine for us, and show us towards the future.
Or do you mean to admit, somehow, that you don't trust the Saintess to make the fairest ruling, that you don't trust Her speaker upon the land?

「In an instant, the attention of every noble there focuses onto Arctosz. 」

Arctosz : You...! Enciodes, how dare you!

Ratatos : ......
Enciodes, if you're hoping this level of provocation will rouse any reaction in us, then that's far too disappointing of you.

Enciodes : ......

Ratatos : The Saintess was born a Silverash, that we all know.
But her character is equivalently common knowledge.
She is still Kjerag's Saintess. From the moment she received the glory and duty of Kjeragandr, the people of Kjerag have been witness to her every word and action.
Her conduct has been impartial, ever since she took up the title. As things stand, how can we be skeptical of her simply for her common birth?

Arctosz : ......

Ratatos : It's like you just said. Kjeragandr was broad of heart, and resolved to give Kjerag's future to Her people.
But you. You, Enciodes, choosing only now after all this time to bring up Kjeragandr, expounding on Her virtue and benevolence. Is that not out of some ulterior motive, really?
You are the one disrespecting the Saintess, Enciodes, coming in with sophistry to coerce and take advantage of her people!

Enciodes : That's a grave accusation, Ratatos, far graver than your criticisms of Karlan Trade.
It seems our continuing this discussion further will only add to the maelstrom of conjecture. Given so, we may as well ask the Saintess to come here, and we'll set things straight in front of her.

Arctosz : Hmph, no objections. With all three clans gathered here, I expect there won't be any room for your tricks.

Enciodes : Well, then. In the interest of fairness, may we trouble the Great Elder in our humble request of the Saintess?

Great Elder : So be it. I'll go and ask her. Exercise patience, please.

<Background 5>

[Enya Silverash, the Karlan Saintess, looks out to the windows with her chief attendant Kjarr (who, unbeknownst to her, was actually Kjeragandr Herself) beside her. ]

Enya : ......
I think it might be snowing outside.

Kjarr : What's so strange about that? The snow never stops falling on this mountain.

Enya : Something's different.
......
...So, Enciodes proposes the three families hand their power to me, for me to decide Kjerag's future?

Kjarr : Indeed.
What do you think of it, Enya?

Enya : I...

[The Great Elder enters the room... ]

Kjarr : Well met, Great Elder.

[...as he approaches Enya. ]

Great Elder : Enya. Here you are.
I imagine you've probably heard about the assembly's affairs.

Enya : If you mean the transferral of power, yes, I already know.
There's been progress, then, if you've come for me now?

Great Elder : Keen ever since you were little, young one.
It's reached the point where the clans' views clash like fire and water.
Before this Council convened, Silverash gave me a hint or two... that under the current situation, the plan he'd suggest may well deescalate.

Enya : ......
It seems you don't approve of my actions last Council after all, Great Elder.

Great Elder : Enya, oh, Enya.
Come... child, look outside. Could you know the years it took, for the frost and snow to finally cover these mountains?
And could you know, how many years had to pass, for us to have this pure and holy summit where we stand?

Enya : ...I understand.
But—"Her tears are the ice eternally unmelting, Her back the unbreaking mountain, Her breath the cold wind of winter, Her smile the warm light of spring."
If everything was Kjeragandr's gift, then why must Kjeragandr's people still fear the blizzard?

Great Elder : ......
...In that respect, you and him do seem alike... yet different, too...

Enya : Um, pardon me...?

Great Elder : Nothing, just an old man thinking aloud.
What you say is correct, Saintess.
You've spent all your time atop this summit, and the mountains have bowed to Kjeragandr's speaker in turn. To think so is quite right.
However, in snow this great, built up over so many years, how many of Kjeragandr's people would be buried, should it ever collapse?

Enya : ......

Great Elder : To me, Kjerag's peace of mind has always come first and foremost.
I trust, Saintess, that you are the same.
Hum... it's about time.
The three are still in the hall awaiting you. You cannot appear too soon, but I wouldn't advise you be too late either. Now is the perfect time.

Kjarr : May you both come this way, please.

Enya : Alright.

<Background black>

Enya : Kjerag's peace of mind...
Letting this snow carry on building underfoot, without a place for us to clear a way... will that be peace for Kjerag?
......
Kjeragandr, I pray, watch over your people...

"The Saintess arrives."

「In the wake of the blizzard sweeping the mountain, the clear, sharp bell strokes come as if from the heavens to the ears of Kjeragandr's people.
Where she passes, no noble fails to stand, offering the most formal etiquette, chanting the most devout prayer. 」

「"Frost and snow have fallen by your will, to bring to Kjerag blessings." 」

[The gate to the main building opens... ]

<Background 4>

[...as Enya enters with cold wind blowing behind her and the gate closes. She walks to her brother Enciodes' side. ]

Enciodes : Saintess, it's been long.

Enya : With your litany of occupations, you've neglected worship, Sir Enciodes. It truly has been long.

Enciodes : You requested an investigation of the valleys and mines prior, Saintess. I could not, of course, neglect that.
Once all this is settled and done with, I will personally lead a procession in worship to Karlan.

Enya : Your faith in Kjeragandr is apparent throughout. Why be so elaborate in proving it?

Enciodes : That's a fine jest, Great Saintess.

Enya : ......
I hear a sister of yours has come back to Kjerag.

Enciodes : You're well-informed, Saintess. She should be on the path to Karlan with an honored guest at this very moment.

Enya : A guest?

Enciodes : Indeed. Up till now, my sister has been receiving treatment at a medical firm called Rhodes Island, for her Oripathy.
For the coming Grand Ceremony, I've invited one of said firm's leaders to visit Kjerag, as a gesture of thanks.

Enya : You care much for your sister, Sir Enciodes. Truly, it is admirable.

Enciodes : ...You flatter me, Saintess.
I presume you already know of my proposal. What do you think of it?

Enya : What are Sir Arctosz and Lady Ratatos's considerations?

Arctosz : I, Arctosz, with my faith in Kjeragandr visible to all, say that let alone merely having the Saintess be the mediator of the three clans—

Ratatos : Hold it, Arctosz!

Arctosz : —I could hand my position as head to her, and what shame would it be?

Enya : And you, Lady Ratatos?

「Who could possibly say no in this moment?
Who would dare say no in this moment? 」

Ratatos : ......
For the Great Saintess to be the arbitrator of the three clans, in this present situation, is indeed the best option.

Enya : ......
I understand.
As the three clans' heads all submit to this, and are willing to entrust themselves to me...
I shall—

[Enya pauses for a bit, before... ]

Enya : Respond in kind to all, and assume the duty of guiding Kjerag.

BI-ST-1: When in Kjerag...

Summary

The Doctor is taken into captivity at the Paleroches'. Enciodes and Gnosis break off relations. Undercurrents rush through all sides, and the situation turns and turns.

<Background 1>

Enciodes : Now that this is settled, the three clans must start liaising frequently with one another.
We must further discuss the specific of the transfer of powers to the Saintess and what powers each family is allowed to keep.
However, aside from this, the preparations the three of us must make for the ritual are equally important.
Therefore, with the upcoming ceremony, I propose we seize the occasion and transfer our powers to the Saintess at the same time.
The ceremony and the transfer of powers are managed by different individuals. As such, both can be conducted at the same time. What's more, the ceremony also calls for the participation of the clan leaders. What do you think of the idea, if I may so ask?

Arctosz : The decision has been made. It will happen in due course.

Ratatos : *Sigh*...
This year's ceremony will also be a ceremony for the transfer of powers to the Saintess, huh? Guess we have something to look forward to.

Great Elder : In that case, I will have my men draft the relevant documents and distribute them across Kjerag.
I am sure the masses will be rejoiced to learn of this.

Arctosz : Wait.

Enciodes : Is something the matter?

Arctosz : You can't hoodwink your way out of this, Enciodes. Who will manage the valleys and the mines the next few days? Gnosis was in charge, but you had him fired. Who will take care of all that?

Enciodes : You needn't worry, Arctosz.
I hired an expert from outside Kjerag.
This expert will conduct a field investigation on the valley and the mine from a disease prevention perspective and construct a medical facility within Silverash territory.
I will put this person in complete control of the two areas.
Look at the time. The train should be arriving in Karlan right about now. If you two would like to meet the expert, you need only wait a short moment longer.

Arctosz : Enough of this nonsense! I have no idea who you hired and what you are planning with this medical charade. However...!
This so called "expert" of yours will stay within my sight at all times!

Enciodes : This is my guest you're talking about, Arctosz.

Arctosz : That's exactly why, Enciodes.
You said the overmining was Gnosis's doing, and I couldn't care less whether that's the case or not.
The way I see it, anyone you hire might as well be another Gnosis. We may be rid of one, but there will always be more.
You want to leave your men in charge of the place? Fine, but you will have to show me what this expert is capable of.
If your expert does well, then not only will they be your guest, Enciodes, I vow to welcome them with my warmest hospitality as my own guest.

Enciodes : ......

Arctosz : What's the matter? You were talking so big. Do you really need so much time to think?
If everything is as you said, what is there to hesitate about? Or do you mean to tell us this person you hired is indeed another Gnosis, here to do your dirty work again?

Enciodes : The Paleroches have always been in charge of the Vine-Bead Court's security. Now that I've agreed to turn these lands over to the Court, I cannot be more reassured with the Paleroches looking after them.
That said...
A word of advice, Arctosz. You'd best be careful. Entertaining this guest of ours will be no walk in the park.

Arctosz : Hah, not a problem. There are no guests we Paleroches cannot "entertain."
—Let's find out whether this guest is as stiff-necked as you.

<Background 2>

Ratatos : Sciurus, I need you to look into this guest.

Sciurus : Having me run your errands again?

Ratatos : I'm not in the mood for your sharp tongue.

Sciurus : Grr.
Monch, Monch!

Monch : Monch here.

Sciurus : Get me a car!

Monch : Of course.

Sciurus : Yucatan, go!

Yucatan : Please watch your step, Madame.

<Background fades out and in>

Arctosz : Valais... What's your view on all this?

Valais : I'm afraid I'm not capable enough to see Enciodes's intent.

Arctosz : I don't blame you, but I certainly didn't expect that crafty woman Ratatos to agree to it. I don't get it.

Valais : It's Matriarch Ratatos. I'm sure she has her ideas.

Arctosz : Hmph, all I know is that Silverash brat has to be planning something.
And he may sound like he has a point, but I will never believe anything he says so easily!
Tell Gulo to "invite" Enciodes's guest over. We'll figure out what to do later.

Valais : Yessir.

<Background 3>

Ensia : Man, I didn't expect it to start snowing the moment we got off the train.
Doctor, let's wait till it stops before we head up the mountain.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Okay. / That's some heavy snow.

Ensia : This actually isn't so bad. We get snowstorms like this in Kjerag all the time.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Snowball fight! Who's in?

Ensia : Hm?
Actually, that sounds like fun...
But we still have a long way to go. We should save our strength.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Ensia : Eh... It's kind of a pain to get to Karlan right now.
I hope the train will take us all the way to the foot of the mountain one day.
We may call this the Karlan Railway, but there's actually a stretch of distance from the station to the foot of the mountain where we aren't allowed to build anything.

Doctor : They still aren't allowed to build anything there? / Sounds like it's going to be difficult, then.

Ensia : There is a lot of resistance to the idea... I'm not too sure about this stuff, but I don't think it's going to be easy.
A lot of the people here insist on walking every single step up Mount Karlan, thinking to do otherwise would be unfaithful, but I don't think Kjeragandr would mind.
We Kjerag folk always keep faith in our hearts. How would taking a train straight to the mountain change any of that?

Weiss : ......
Sir Enciodes has always wanted to have the railway go straight to Karlan.
Alas, the lands up ahead belong to the Paleroches.
Sir Arctosz would never let him build any tracks there.
Half a year ago, there was even a bit of a tussle between General Gulo of the Paleroches and Gnosis.

Ensia : With Gnosis?
Oh, right, I haven't heard anything about him for a while. Is he doing okay?

Weiss : He... He was fired because of that scuffle.
One of the reasons Sir Enciodes invited the Doctor here is because he wanted the Doctor to fill his role.

Ensia : Huh? How come no one told me that?
Doctor, did anyone...

[Several Kjeragian warriors can be heard moving into the room, surrounding the Doctor and co.... ]

Ensia : ......
What's the matter...? Who are you people?!

[...as more warriors enter... ]

Weiss : Lady Ensia...! Get behind me!

[...and Gulo, a general of the Paleroche clan mentioned by Weiss earlier, walks in. ]

Gulo : On Sir Arctosz's orders, I'm here to extend the Silverashes' guest, {nickname}, an invitation to the Arctosz estate.

Ensia : You're bringing all these soldiers along to invite OUR guest to your place? What kind of sick joke is this?!
This place belongs to my family, the Silverashes! General Gulo, you may work for the Paleroches, but I suggest you don't do anything out of line.

Gulo : I see you're here as well, Lady Ensia. You'll have to pardon me for my intrusion.

Ensia : I'll cut to the chase. Dr. {nickname} is the Silverashes' guest, and you aren't bringing anyone along on your way home. Not on my watch.

Weiss : ......

Gulo : Relax, Lady Ensia. Sir Arctosz only wanted to invite the esteemed guest to pay our humble abode a visit.

Ensia : As if my brother would agree to something that unreasonable!

Gulo : Not to worry, Lady Ensia. Your brother... Sir Enciodes has already given us his approval.

Ensia : No way!

Gulo : It's true.
Also, Lady Ensia, mentioned the ownership of the land here...
—This isn't Silverash territory anymore.
From now on, the land belongs to the Vine-Bead Court.

Ensia : Come again?!
Weiss, what's the meaning of this? First, it's the reason the Doctor was invited here. Then, it's the ownership of the lands. What else are you keeping from me?!

Weiss : Sorry, Lady Ensia...

Ensia : Weiss, come on... what's happening?

Gulo : Which one of you is {nickname}?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : It's me.

Gulo : The one in the hood... Right, it's you.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : It's him.

[Sharp tries to pose as the Doctor... ]

Sharp : ......
It's me.

[...but Gulo isn't convinced. ]

Gulo : Hm? I'm pretty sure I'm looking for someone in a hood...
No way, it's gotta be you!

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Definitely ain't me.

[Gulo shouts at the Doctor. ]

Gulo : If it's not you, then keep your mouth shut!
Wait, hold on! With that hood... It's gotta be you!

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Sharp : ...(Breathes a long sigh)

[The Doctor surrenders themself. ]

Doctor : (Easy now.) / (Wait.) / (Don't make trouble here.)

Sharp : If you say so...

[More Paleroche warriors enter the room. ]

Kjerag Warrior A : Don't move! Hands off your weapons!

Kjerag Warrior B : Last warning. No funny moves...

Gulo : You don't seem very happy about our arrangement?
Know your place, outsider. Sir Arctosz gave you an "invitation." Most people are never so lucky.

[Suddenly a tall, imposing Caprinae barges in... ]

??? : You dare act so impudent, knowing that's an esteemed guest who stands before you?

[...and easily disarmed the Paleroche warriors by knocking their weapons off their hand. ]

Gulo : –––?!

「You hear footsteps accompanied by dull, metallic clanking sounds. An impressively tall woman walks toward you.
Immediately, everything falls silent. The Kjerag soldiers surrounding you put away their weapons and step aside with timid looks on their faces.
She takes a quick glance at all of you, briefly pausing as her gaze lands on the elite operator standing next to you. 」

Sharp : ......

「The moment their eyes meet, they put their hands on their weapons by pure instinct. 」

Degenbrecher : I assume you will do whatever it takes to get this "Doctor" to pay your visit today?

Gulo : We have our orders, and Sir Enciodes gave us his approval... You shouldn't have a problem with that?

Degenbrecher : Relax. I'm not here for you.

Gulo : ......

[The Caprinae, who turned out to be Degenbrecher a.k.a. the "Black Knight" – the famous MVP of three consecutive Kazimierz Major seasons, walks to Ensia. ]

Degenbrecher : Lady Ensia, Enciodes asked me to escort you home.

Ensia : Degenbrecher, did my brother really...?

Degenbrecher : Correct.
I'm here to receive our guest for Enciodes, and I've done that now.

Doctor : And you'll hand me over to these guys right straight away?

Degenbrecher : That's right.

Sharp : ......

Degenbrecher : ......
Please, go on.

Sharp : Looks like Sir Enciodes is so busy that he doesn't have the time to come fetch the Doctor himself?

Degenbrecher : Correct.
Put your weapon down. I would rather not offend our guest's bodyguard in any way.

Sharp : It's part of my job to carry a weapon at all times, and you're not my boss.

Doctor : Enough, Sharp. No bloodshed here.

Sharp : I'm the Doctor's bodyguard. Wherever the Doctor goes, I go.

Gulo : My instructions are to invite the Doctor, and the Doctor alone.

Doctor : It's okay, Sharp. You go stand by somewhere else.

Sharp : If you say so...

Ensia : Doctor, are you seriously going?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Don't worry.

Ensia : Don't worry? How am I supposed to not worry? And why are you even going along with what they're saying, Doctor?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : This isn't your fault.

Ensia : But if it wasn't for us inviting you in the first place, this wouldn't have happened... Why are you going along with this so easily? I still haven't been told a thing...

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Hell yeah. This sounds like fun.

Ensia : Doctor, stop grinning. You're reminding me of my brother... And why are you going along with this? I don't get it...

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Degenbrecher : Gulo.

Gulo : ......

Degenbrecher : You'd do well to treat our guest better than that.
Say "please."

Gulo : ......
Doctor of Rhodes Island... "Please" follow us to the Paleroche estate.

Doctor : The Black Knight is so well-mannered.

Degenbrecher : Oh...?

Doctor : Three-time champion of the Kazimierz Major. / The Leithanian warrior who needs not use Arts. / Your name still has legs in Kazimierz.

Degenbrecher : Hmph.
I'm just Enciodes's bodyguard.

Doctor : Give him my regards.

Degenbrecher : I will.

Doctor : Lead the way.

Sharp : ......
Looks like I'm working overtime again.

<Background black>

"Turicum Daily"
Extra Edition - Breaking News!
At the Tri-Clan Council that just concluded, the Vine-Bead Court and the clans have come to a shocking understanding regarding the Karlan mining question.
To resolve the differences between the families and to better drive Kjerag's development, the clans have all agreed to turn portions of their authority over to the Saintess, in accordance with the teachings of Kjeragandr.
Moreover, the clans have all agreed to fully assist the Saintess in her role as the leader in service of leading Kjerag toward a better tomorrow.
......

<Background 4>

[Ensia runs to her brother Enciodes. ]

Ensia : Enciodes!

Enciodes : You're home, Ensia.
You've traveled far, my dear sister.

Ensia : Enciodes, why?)]

Enciodes : Slow down.

Ensia : Why did you hand the Doctor over to the Paleroches?!

Enciodes : I need the Doctor to carry some of Gnosis's responsibilities for me, and as you know, the relationship between Karlan Trade and the Paleroches has been tense.
Arctosz demanded that the Doctor operate under his supervision, and it's a reasonable ask.

Ensia : Then why didn't you tell the Doctor?! Not even I knew about this arrangement!

Enciodes : It happened after I had the invitation sent out.

Ensia : But still...!

Enciodes : I know Rhodes Island saved you, and I know you think very highly of the Doctor.
Trust me, Ensia, I think of the Doctor no less highly than you do.
If the Doctor comes to harm there, the Paleroches will pay the price.

Ensia : No, Enciodes... I'm not just a Silverash. I'm an employee of Rhodes Island. I have a responsibility to ensure the Doctor's safety.
Leave that to me.

Enciodes : You've grown up, Ensia.
Let's do this, then. Matterhorn.

Matterhorn : Sir.

Enciodes : Have someone keep an eye on what's going happening over there.
As soon as the Doctor begins work in the valleys and mines, you may take Ensia to see the Doctor.

Matterhorn : Very good, Sir.

Ensia : Enciodes!

Enciodes : Go, Ensia. Rest well.

Ensia : Alright!

[Ensia walks to her room for a rest. ]

Matterhorn : Master, about the Doctor...

Enciodes : Matterhorn, make sure Ensia is safe.

Matterhorn : I... I will.

[Matterhorn leaves as Degenbrecher walks to Enciodes. ]

Degenbrecher : It's useless, you know.

Enciodes : She isn't the kind of girl we can keep inside the house.

Degenbrecher : I'll keep an eye on her.

Enciodes : I need you on standby.

Degenbrecher : So be it, then.
Speaking of which, how much do you know about this Doctor of Rhodes Island?

Enciodes : An excellent scholar of outstanding professionalism who understands the profits that Rhodes Island will see from working with me.
That the Doctor so quickly got the grasp of the situation and accepted the arrangement shows that I was correct in my assessment. Why do you ask?

Degenbrecher : I don't think this Doctor is merely a "scholar." Great at sniffing things out, no doubt, and much more so than you expected, too.
And besides, this Doctor sends you regards.

Enciodes : ......
You think the Doctor foresaw all this?

Degenbrecher : I sensed not a bit of surprise under that hood. Not only did this scholar of yours understand the situation completely, there was never even a hint of astonishment, and I must emphasize that.
What's more, apparently my reputation precedes me.

Enciodes : Looks like our friend came prepared.

Degenbrecher : Trust my intuition, Enciodes. I have an eye for people.
You might've made yourself an enemy with this move of yours.

Enciodes : An enemy?
No, if the intel I gathered and your description are correct, then the Doctor will become my dearest friend... or should I say, I will become the Doctor's dearest friend?

Chester : Sir Enciodes, it's time for your meeting.

Enciodes : Let's go.

<Background fades out and in>

Tsk, what's Gnosis doing here? He never showed his face at meetings like this.
Hmph, I heard the one they hired to clean up his mess is finally here. I bet he couldn't bear with the shame any longer and came to beg the boss for mercy.
Haven't you heard? Gnosis's replacement was taken away by the Paleroches. The way I see it, he's here to try his luck, thinking he's still got a chance.
Impossible. There's no chance at all.

「Gnosis sits quietly in the conference room.
Everyone sits far away from him, but their gossip echoes through the room, clear as day. 」

[Enciodes walks to Gnosis. ]

Enciodes : Gnosis, it's been a while. You've lost weight.

Gnosis : Thanks to you, Mr. President.

Enciodes : We spent four years in Victoria together. It pains me to see things turn out this way.

Gnosis : Enciodes, you've thrown me under the bus already. Let's skip the pleasantries.

Mid-level Manager : Gnosis, you prick, don't you know who you're talking to?!
If it wasn't for your friendship with the president, you wouldn't even be allowed to stand here now that you're sacked!

Gnosis : I don't remember needing anyone's permission to stand here.

Mid-level Manager : How dare you!

Enciodes : Gnosis, there is no doubt that Karlan Trade owes much to you for its establishment and growth.
However, whether you have a right to be here or not... that is not for you to say.
Uncle Chester, please.

Chester : Very well.
First, regarding the sentencing of Karlan Trade's former chief technical officer Gnosis Edelweiss.
There is no doubt that the expansion of the valleys and mines under Gnosis Edelweiss's management has brought the company tremendous profit.
But, on the other hand, the rapid expansion strategy and the secret mining of Karlan has brought the company under the repeated scrutiny of the Tri-Clan Council.
In particular, when the other clans asked to participate in the valley's investigation, Gnosis planned to ambush the two clans' inspection team.
This has severely damaged Karlan Trade's image and the Silverashes' standing in the Tri-Clan Council.
Therefore, President Enciodes has decided that, effective today, Gnosis Edelweiss will be formally terminated as a Karlan Trade employee.

Gnosis : So that's why you had me come. You wanted to read all these criticisms you have for me out loud in front of everyone.

Enciodes : Your actions have brought harm to Karlan Trade's profits. This is how I answer our stakeholders. I hope you can understand.

Gnosis : Very well... Enciodes.
I would never have imagined all those years ago when I came to Kjerag to build this place up with you that this is how it would all end.

Enciodes : I am sure both you and I agree that it's far more important to do what's reasonable and beneficial than look back on old times.
That said, I will leave you your lab. You are free to keep using it as soon as any sensitive Karlan Trade data has been removed.
I could also arrange for you to join a caravan heading for Victoria, if that's what you prefer.
I have to answer to all the stakeholders here. Likewise, I have to give you an answer.

Gnosis : If you think what you are doing is reasonable, then I feel nothing but disappointment in you.
Karlan Trade yet needs my technology, and Kjerag's industrial sector has not come so far that it can progress without importing core technologies from the outside world.
You promised me a suitably large stage and backed my research, so that we can break new ground in these promising snowlands for the welfare of the people of Kjerag.
In the end, this is where my stage is, and I am being thrown under the bus for this company.

Enciodes : I still approve of your achievements in academic research, Gnosis.
That is why, more so than anyone, I'm hoping that you could reflect on what you have done.
You should never have let things out of my control.

Gnosis : Hmph, are you so weak now that you're scared of letting anything out of your iron grip?
If that doesn't open my eyes!

「A loud bang reverberates throughout the room. Gnosis slams the conference room's door shut with enough force that the gust of wind sends paper flying through the air.
Shocked by the sudden thunderclap, the spectators all instinctively look toward the source of the sound before casting their heads down under the invisible pressure.
No one knows just what expression Enciodes holds at this moment. 」

Enciodes : Let's continue, Chester.

Chester : As requested by Sir Arctosz, the leader of Rhodes Island, Dr. {nickname}, will be in charge of the transfer of the valleys and mines under the protection of the Paleroches.
We will formally introduce the Doctor to everyone at the company once all the tasks at hand are complete.
Onto our next topic, the meat of our meeting today.
The preliminary discussions on how to partition the company's power and hand it over to the Saintess.
First off, on the matter of tariffs...

<Background 5>

[Arctosz sits with the Doctor, accompanied by the Paleroche generals Gulo and Valais. ]

Arctosz : What do I call you, outsider?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : {nickname}.

Arctosz : Funny name.
Valais told me Enciodes's people call you the Doctor. That's what I'll call you.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Call me Doctor.

Arctosz : Doctor? Sounds just like the scholars over at the academy.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Arctosz : Doctor, do you know why you're here?

Doctor : I don't.

Arctosz : Hmph, Enciodes wants you to take Gnosis's place, but I don't trust his people. That's why I'm keeping my eye on you.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : I didn't know that was part of my job description.

Gulo : Sir, I'm pretty sure we got a smartass playing dumb here.

Arctosz : Hmph, you're Enciodes's "guest." Even if you really don't know a thing, you're still Enciodes's people.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Enciodes didn't fill me in on the details...

Arctosz : Hmph, I invited you here because I didn't want him to fill you in on anything.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I'm just here on vacation. You got the wrong person, I'm telling you.

Valais : Please stop playing dumb.
Considering Sir Enciodes invited you now, of all times, no one will believe that you came to Kjerag for mere sightseeing.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Arctosz : Valais, tell our guest the deal.

Valais : Sir Enciodes has decided to transfer the valley and the mines to the Vine-Bead Court. The man who was in charge of the mines and the factory was his subordinate, Gnosis.
And ever since Gnosis was dismissed, the coordinator position has been left vacant.
According to Sir Enciodes, you are his replacement.

Doctor : I see. / ......

Arctosz : Looks like you have a clear understanding of the situation now.
Until I am sure that Enciodes isn't making any funny moves in the mines and the valleys, you aren't leaving this place.
Don't you even think about pulling any tricks yourself. My men don't care about etiquette nearly as much as Enciodes's people.
If they want your head, there's nothing I can do to stop them.

Gulo : Hah, boss, look at this squirt. I wouldn't know where to chop if I were to try my blade on this midget.

Kjerag Warriors : Hahahahaha!

Arctosz : Hmph, shut up, all of you. I'm not going to make things too hard for you, outsider.
In the end, you're Enciodes's guest. As long as you play along, we won't do anything to you.
Am I making myself clear?

Doctor : I'm not worried. All of you look like reasonable people to me.

Gulo : ......

Arctosz : Enough, Valais. Show our guest to the bedroom.

Valais : Very good, Sir.

<Background 6>

[Someone knocks the door... ]

Kjarr : Enya, I'm coming in.

[...and Kjarr (Kjeragandr) enters. ]

Kjarr : I knew it... You're still sleeping.
Enya. Enya, rise and shine.

Sleepyhead Enya : Uhh.... Huh?
Morn.

「After a brief fuss, Enya gets dressed and sits in front of her dressing table. Kjarr naturally stands behind her and combs her hair. 」

Enya : *Sigh*...

Kjarr : What's the matter now?

Enya : You know.

Kjarr : Isn't it a good thing to become leader of all three clans?
You always say that, in the Vine-Bead Court, your role is simply to keep the masses calm, and most of the time, it's actually the Great Elder who calls the shots.
This is an opportunity.

Enya : I wouldn't be so worried if it had been Arctosz or even Ratatos who brought up the idea.
But it was Enciodes who made that proposal.

Kjarr : Perhaps the guilt's suddenly gotten to him?

Enya : I sure hope so.

Kjarr : But if you're so worried about this, couldn't you have turned it down?
Didn't you agree to it without thinking twice?

Enya : That's because there wasn't a point to dragging it out.
No one had any grounds to object.
It doesn't matter whether he really wants me to be Kjerag's leader. There wasn't anyone who could reject the proposal then and there.
And if we had set the issue aside, more people would've found out.

Kjarr : You told me that the masses have gotten used to peace, just like they've gotten used to the endless snow on the mountains.
The people of Kjerag wish for peace first and foremost, and they gravitate toward those who can bring them peace.

Enya : Right, peace. Whether it's the peace that Enciodes brought them or the peace that the Vine-Bead Court brought.
That's why, even if I turned down the offer, the people would've asked me to accept.
So I might as well take the initiative myself before the Great Elder makes all the arrangements.

Kjarr : You think Enciodes foresaw that?

Enya : He made a proposal that no one could refuse. Under normal circumstances, he would've been the last person to suggest this.
I am sure both Arctosz and Ratatos thought the same thing.
I can see why Arctosz went along with it, but Ratatos... She was never the kind of person to give up easily.
What a headache. I really hope Kjeragandr will hear my prayers and teach the Great Elder and the three clan leaders a good lesson.

Kjarr : Perhaps She has already heard your prayers, and it just isn't time yet.
Do you want Her to take care of Enciodes too?

Enya : For him, as cruel as possible.

Kjarr : Pff.
Now let's put this necklace on you... and we're done!

Enya : Mmhmm.
Right, would you give this letter and scarf to Ensia? Also...

Kjarr : Ask her to come pay the mountain a visit, right?

Enya : You know me well.

Kjarr : Hehe.

Enya : Also, send the word out that I'll be analyzing scriptures today, and I don't want to be disturbed.
I... I need some time to think.

Kjarr : Of course.

[Kjarr leaves. ]

Enya : ......

「After Kjarr leaves the room, Enya opens her drawer to see an exquisitely decorated base, holding an eye-catching, elegant rock. 」

The Rock : ......

Enya : O Kjeragandr, please guide me. What should I do?

<Background black>

「We no longer live in times where isolation is enough to keep ourselves out of the affairs around us.
In the past hundred years, there have been countless exchanges and conflicts between nations. Columbia rose quickly in a conflict, while Gaul, a powerful country, was also wiped out in a conflict.
All the world's nations are slowly changing in these times separated by Catastrophes. Refusing relations with others is no longer an option.
Kjerag cannot continue to lock itself away on these snowy mounts. Kjeragandr's protection—if Kjeragandr really exists in the first place—can bring the Snow Realm this far.
If we are to go any further, Kjerag must grow stronger than ever before.
The millennium of peace and quiet has reached its end, and we cannot wait for others to open the door for us.
Kjerag needs to make contact with the outside world. We must take that step forward while we still have control. That's the Silverash tradition.
Kjerag must remain Kjerag. We still have a chance, but time grows short for the snowy mountains.
I have seen our world... I have to make a difference. Everything I've witnessed needs to have meaning. 」

<Background 6>

Sciurus : So you are Gnosis.

Gnosis : That's right.

Sciurus : Do you know who I am?

Gnosis : Sciurus Browntail, sister of the Browntail clan matriarch, Ratatos Browntail.

Sciurus : You know that, and you have the balls to forgo a salute?

Gnosis : Why must I salute someone whom I have nothing to do with?

Sciurus : You! Don't you know your manners?!

Gnosis : If we must talk manners, you should work on yours first, Sciurus Browntail.
I heard all your commotion outside the door. What's more, when nobles meet, they must each first curtsey to each other with a Karlan bow.
If you show up here without affording me any courtesy, why should I show you any?

Sciurus : J-Just how outdated is your idea of etiquette?!

Gnosis : Etiquette never dies. It's only slowly forgotten. As a noble, you should feel sorrow in that.

Yucatan : The Edelweisses have long been in charge of the management of Kjerag's texts and records. I admire your knowledge of Kjerag etiquette, Mr. Gnosis.
Still though, I'm afraid Madame Sciurus isn't here to discuss Kjerag etiquette. Could we please move on to the main topic?

Gnosis : Very well. I'm curious. Considering Ratatos refused my capitulation, why is she now reaching out to me?

Sciurus : Hmph, do you have to ask?! It's because your master proposed handing his powers over to the Saintess at the Tri-Clan Council!

Gnosis : I see. In that case...
Go home and tell Ratatos. Now that things have come to this, I am likely not the only one who will cooperate, given the right amount of sincerity.

<Background 3>

[Valais took the Doctor to a room in the Paleroches' manor. ]

Valais : Per Sir Arctosz's orders, please stay here while you are not attending to your duties.
If you need to head outside, we will serve as your bodyguards. Kjerag may be a safe place, but we cannot guarantee no one will take the chance to cause trouble.
You will be served the finest delicacies that Kjerag has to offer. You may also use anything here as you see fit. All your daily needs will be met during your stay with us.
If you require anything, please let the servants know. You may also have them relay anything to me.

Doctor : Very well. I look forward to dinner.

[Valais leaves. ]

Doctor : (Keeping an eye on me whenever I head out, huh...?)

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 7>

Ensia : Oripathy consultation... and the Grand Ceremony... Are those the only reasons my brother is inviting you to the Snow Realm?
Oh, the Grand Ceremony takes place annually in Kjerag. It's the biggest event, and the most important thing to the Kjerag people.
On that day, everyone in Kjerag stops what they're doing and offers Kjeragandr, the goddess of our mountains, our most sincere prayers.
We pray for a happy, peaceful year under our mountain goddess's protection.
As for the Oripathy problem, Kjerag didn't have many Infected in the past, so most of us don't know much about Oripathy. In the Snow Realms, Oripathy is far from the greatest threat we face.
But ever since my brother got the mountains connected by railway, we've been getting more and more visitors, and life has also gotten much better. Thanks to that, everyone's starting to learn more about the Infected and Oripathy.
I guess Oripathy's stepping into the limelight since there are no other pressing issues.
Kjerag still doesn't have any professional means to test for Oripathy, let alone helping the Infected get settled and get treatment.
Given the situation, you might be the best consultant they can get.
Doctor, are you going to accept the invitation?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : That's not something I can decide all by myself.

Ensia : Right, you have a lot on your plate right now, but still...

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Ensia : I know it's not easy to make a decision when this invitation came out of nowhere, but still...

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Do you want me to?

Ensia : Huh?
......

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Ensia : Personally, I really want you to go.
My parents died in an accident when I was still a kid...
And after they died, my brother, Enciodes, took over their business to support the family.
He kept us afloat all by himself until I came of age. Then, to ensure our family's future, he left Kjerag to study in Victoria.
Our family was already on pretty shaky ground before he left Kjerag, and that was around when he started getting more and more headstrong...
But at least we all still got along well as siblings.
But things changed ever since he came back and started Karlan Trade.
Both my brother and sister treated me very well, but, for some reason, the two of them started talking less, and their relationship soured.
Five years ago, when the last Saintess passed away, my sister joined the trials and became the new Kjerag Saintess.
She's rarely left Mount Karlan since, and I haven't had a lot of chances to see her. We only write to each other now.
And ever since she became the Saintess, it feels like my brother's often at odds with her...
I may be very good at mountain climbing, but I wouldn't know where to start to mend relationships.
But you're really amazing, Doctor. You get along with everyone, and you've solved a lot of problems for people.
That's why I was thinking that... if we ever had the chance, maybe you could help me come up with ideas...
But...

Doctor : But?

Ensia : Doctor, I guess this might seem weird coming from me...
But I know my brother better than anyone else. He's amazing, but he's the kind of person who doesn't mind doing whatever it takes to achieve his goals.
I'm actually a little worried that you'll end up becoming a pawn in his game, if you go.
So that's why it's okay if you don't want to!

<Dialogue branch ends here>

<Background 3>

Doctor : I'll bear with it for the now.

??? : That's why I told you you should've gotten out while you still could.
Look at you now. You're caught.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Are you the one who talked to me at the market?

??? : Exactly.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

??? : Huh? You can hear me, right?
Hey, listen!

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : You knew this would happen?

??? : I could ask you the same, calm outsider.
The entire time you've been here, you haven't even showed the tiniest bit of worry. Did you know this was going to happen?

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : What should I call you?

Kjera : Call me Kjera.
I changed my mind. I want to be friends with you.
Would you like to be friends with me?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : I don't make friends with shady people.

Kjera : Don't you think it's better for me to maintain a mysterious aura?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Maybe show yourself first.

Kjera : Sorry, I'm writing a letter to somebody else right now, so I can't go anywhere. Perhaps another time.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Why don't you tell me what this talking rock is all about first?

Kjera : Hmm... That's classified information!

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kjera : Well, I don't really have so much time to keep bothering you, if you really don't want to talk.
But it's not so bad to have somebody to talk to, don't you think?

Doctor : ......

Trivia

The interlude's title is taken from the proverb, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

Operation story: BI-2

Before operation

Summary

A mysterious girl named Kjarr opens talks with the Doctor, who Ensia resolves to search for.
Sharp and Aurora are on the verge of a rescue operation when Kjarr brings them instructions from the Doctor.

<Background 1>

Neighbor : Lara, you're a lovely one to your family, helping with work the second you're back.

Aurora : No, I'm just doing what I should. I'd love to take a good look around too.

Neighbor : Ah, it really does change once you study outside. Far better head on you than my little brother.
What a wonderful girl you are. Shame.
Who knows if I'll ever find one as nice as you again after I move.

Aurora : Wait, Sasa, you've been living fine here all this time, right? Why the move?

Neighbor : My dad, you know. Yesterday at the Tri-Clan Council, they announced the Saintess would lead the three, right?
Now Dad's all fired up.

Aurora : Oh... Uncle Zoer was always against Sir Enciodes's open door policy...

Neighbor : Right? We all moved here from up north back then so my brother and I could get work.
And here, Dad pretty much got used to it, over the years.
And now they announce the resignation yesterday, and he's over the moons.
At dinner last night, he was going on and on, mad at Sir Enciodes for everything he'd done these years, and I was fed up hearing it. I even had an argument with him.
But you can't change his mind in the end. We might end up moving straight back to the Paleroches' territory.

Aurora : So what about your brother's job?

Neighbor : Who knows? Once the resignation's through, it's up in the air if Turicum can still do business like before.
I heard the Paleroches say. See, in the first place, it was the Saintess last Council who wanted Sir Enciodes handing the valleys and mines over.
If she's going to govern Kjerag, Sir Enciodes probably isn't getting any favors.

Aurora : That's true.

Neighbor : It's a good thing too, though.
You might've missed it, being outside so long, but the three clans got along fine at first. It's just lately, they've fallen out more and more with each other.
A lot of people were scared, after last Council, we'd get into a full-blown war.

Aurora : Yeah, it's amazing how Sir Enciodes yielded on this. And he's putting power with the Saintess.

Neighbor : Yeah. Just, it should've happened long ago, if you ask me. I don't hate his open door policy, seeing as our family made a good living from it too.
But sometimes it really does feel like the old people say, how Kjerag's not like Kjerag anymore.
Him deciding to give way now and make less of a fuss, everyone approves of that.
It's just old grumps like your big brother against it.

Aurora : My brother...

<Background 2>

[Aurora returns to her home. ]

Aurora : I'm back.

Aurora's Sister : Oh, you silly kid. Told you to relax once you got home, but you just had to work.
(Softly) You and your ore-pathy thing. You might not feel bad about your health, but we still hurt over it.

Aurora : It's alright, Sis. A bit of work like this won't get in the way.
Um, where's Bro?

Aurora's Sister : He said he was heading to the factory just now, and went out all in a hurry. Said he wouldn't be back today, either.

Aurora : The factory?

[Someone calls Aurora... ]

Aurora : Is that the Captain?

[...and she picks it up. The call is from Sharp. ]

Aurora : Captain, is something up?

Sharp : Vacation's over, Aurora.
The Doctor got nabbed at the station by the Paleroche family yesterday.

Aurora : Huh?!

Sharp : Doctor went with them, voluntarily. You should get what I mean. Likely some sort of plan ticking under that hood.
I took a rough look at the map. Takes some time from the station to the Paleroches'.
The Doctor should've gotten there by now, and we ought to be on our way.
I'm using the pretext to head to yours now to check the situation, then I'll come out and converge with you.

Aurora : Got it.

[Aurora hangs up. ]

Aurora : I guess I'll go rendezvous with the Captain, then.

<Background black>

[The Doctor is talking with a stone (which is actually a proxy of Kjeragandr) calling itself "Kjera". ]

Kjera : I see. So you're the one from Rhodes Island.

Doctor : So you don't recognize me. / You didn't pick me out on purpose.

Kjera : Correct.
You're very unique, but I don't know why it is you're so unique.

Doctor : Back at the market, what did you mean?

Kjera : Hm?
It was no more than a word of advice.
You see? Aren't you under the watch of a group of strangers, unfree to even stroll outside?

Doctor : What do you know?
Before I answer your question, tell me first. For what reason did you come to Kjerag?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Partnership with Karlan Trade.

Kjera : So in other words, you're Enciodes's friend?

Doctor : It depends.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : To help Cliffheart make up with her siblings.

Kjera : Mending the three Silverashes' relations?
You speak some hefty words.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Sightseeing.

Kjera : Then your luck is tragic, being drawn into a mess like this without rhyme or reason.
Yet it's beyond me, believing someone who can be so carefree in these circumstances is truly here on a tourist's plan.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kjera : I'm very curious—how outsiders like you regard this land of Kjerag.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : It's very peaceful here.

Kjera : Peaceful... yes, it's been peaceful here for over a thousand years by now.
And peace of mind signifies stagnation.
Kjerag's people are too used to this status quo, to the point they don't care what happens outside, nor have any interest in it.
It should be a good thing by all rights, but lately, I've felt... *sigh*...

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : The people here are faithful.

Kjera : In the end, their belief in Kjeragandr is the root of what condenses the people in this land together.
But at times, I've felt the people are somewhat too dependent on belief.
Can you sympathize? You tell every worry you have to the divine, hoping they'll come to help solve things, and so you turn—
Though, so clearly, you should use your own willpower to change circumstances, you just take divine will as an excuse to stagnate.
Though, so clearly, you till by your own hands to gain your harvest, you still thank the divine for their generosity after the fact.
Though, so clearly, making the choices, putting in the effort, should be for each person's own...

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Backwards.

Kjera : You're very forthcoming.
But most people like you, outsiders... in modern terms, "foreigners," hold such a view.
The people outside long since developed plenty to grant them idleness, or in other words, labor-saving technology.
They're accustomed to a convenient life, while most Kjerag folk have never heard of such things.
Maybe the people of Kjerag really can forge diligence and courage out of a harder life, can learn of belief and virtue in an environment far from all the pleasures.
But I also don't feel it should continue for eternity.
The people of Kjerag broke ground on a haven between these snowy mounts, but can they preserve their homeland's solidity and stability forever on tradition alone?

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kjera : The way you see it, should Kjerag change?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : It needs to.

Kjera : Ah, so you think so too?
Anyone with a sharp eye could tell, honestly, that the transformation Enciodes brought can't be stopped.
Who can so easily decline their own life becoming a little less heavy, a little more convenient?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : You can't generalize this issue.

Kjera : And here I thought you'd say, everything backwards here should be changed.
I've heard countless people say things like yours already.
And those people, by and large, are those born and raised in Kjerag.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I don't know this place well enough yet.

Kjera : How cautious.
But I don't mind the cautious at all.
It's just a shame. You probably have little time left to learn how this present country manifests.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : So. What do you know?

Kjera : I...
I have a friend.
This friend has been thinking, all this time, about how to finally change Kjerag for the better.
However, she's thought for a long time, and can't come up with an answer.
She's gradually realized that everyone thinks different to her, and their mindsets, no matter who they are, all disturb her.
She wants to do something, but every time she wants to, there's always someone advising against her.
And now, she finds, she's become slowly unable to stop what those people wish to do.
And it's in this moment you've arrived.

Doctor : You think this is a sort of omen?

Kjera : Omen? Perhaps any port in a storm is a more fitting description.
An invitee of Enciodes, come from outer lands. The spectrum and scent of you give me an otherly feeling, peculiar and novel—
Tell me, stranger, what does your arrival portend?

Doctor : ......
Come to mention it, maybe you can do me a favor.

<Background 3>

Ensia,
I hope this letter finds you well. I hear you've come back to Kjerag. I'm very, very happy for that.
Though I can't descend the mountain to meet you, getting word that you were safe and healthy delighted me more than anything.
I also hear that the people helping to treat your Oripathy came to Kjerag with you. If I have the chance, I'd love to express my thanks to them.
For saving my sister, they deserve the blessings of Kjeragandr.
Remember to greet your neighbors, and tell them you're sound. Be early to bed and early to wake, and don't forget to pray twice to Kjeragandr every day. Also, you're not allowed to climb any mountains...
Alright, I think you're probably fed up of your sister going on, so I'll stop nagging you here.
May you enjoy your time back home, Ensia.
I'll pray before Kjeragandr for blessings upon you.
P.S. If you can write a letter back to me, that'll be all the better.

Ensia : Come on, I only got her last letter not long ago. Seriously, it's like she hasn't written in forever. She's on my case like this every time.
Thank you, Kjarr. You're always the one handing me my sister's letters.

Kjarr : It's alright. The Great Saintess can't descend at will, so I go out and about in her place, and bring back outside news to her. It's as she desires, too.

Ensia : Sorry, though, I've got no room to write a letter back for now. I'm about to get ready for something else.

Kjarr : Based on the bag next to you... you're going to head outdoors?

Ensia : Yep.

Kjarr : Where are you going? To climb Jungfrau?

Ensia : Come on, I forgot until you mentioned it! I still haven't conquered Jungfrau!
But where I'm going is to the valleys this time.

Kjarr : The valleys? Aren't they about to be handed over to the Vine-Bead Court? And there're so many factories there, too. What are you going to do?

Ensia : The Doctor's gonna head there, which means I have someone to see. Oh, Kjarr, you have no idea who I'm talking about, do you?

Kjarr : Ah, I do believe I've heard tell. The guest taken away by the Paleroches?

Ensia : Mm-hm. My guest in the first place, concern for the Doctor's safety is really weighing on me.

Kjarr : You're such a good girl.
But take care. I hear things haven't been too calm there lately.

Ensia : Mm-hm.

Matterhorn : Lady Ensia, we can depart now.
Worry not. All responsibility will lie with me on this departure.

Ensia : You're a huge help, Uncle.

Matterhorn : It's rare you ask me to help you with things. How would I ever refuse this?

Ensia : Kjarr, I might be gone for a little long while. If you can, go back and tell my sister I'll reply to her after I'm done.

Kjarr : It's quite alright, I can wait.

<Background 4>

Sharp : Aurora, I need info to make judgment calls, especially your views as a local. Tell me how you see the Doctor's current situation.

Aurora : Gnosis was likely in a very sensitive position, given he was formerly in charge of the mines and valleys.
Sir Enciodes putting the Doctor in that same position now is bound to draw Arctosz's attention.

Sharp : Tell me in detail about why the mines and valleys are such a sensitive area.

Aurora : Hmm... it'd be more convenient if we had a map on hand.

Aurora : Kjerag's topography isn't too complicated, and it's not very finely partitioned either.
Usually, us locals just call each area the mines, valleys, woodlands, lakes, mountains, creeks, and plains.
The creeks and plains, and most of the lakes, are the Paleroches' in the north.
The Browntails in the west are mainly the woodlands, and the minority of the lakes.
The Silverashes are mainly the mountains, valleys and mines. They have so little of the lakes, you can essentially ignore it.
And the valleys and mines... actually, they represent nearly half of the Silverashes' territory already.
Between them, the mines have always been incredibly important land to the Silverashes, because practically all the ore used in Kjerag comes from there.
While the valleys were only developed in recent years.
Originally, they were extremely poor land to work, and there weren't more than a few hamlets. People always considered it an area with no use.
But after Sir Enciodes founded Karlan Trade, he chose that land to use for siting factories.
The majority of Karlan Trade's manufacturing is built there, and it's extremely close to Mount Karlan, too.

<Background 4>

Aurora : On top of that, I exchanged some info with Kjerag merchants before we left—but everyone who comes outside to do business is related to Karlan Trade in some way.
A month ago, with the Great Saintess's backing, the Browntails and Paleroches requested and organized a team to investigate health and safety issues at the factories.
But the team met a surprise attack secretly ordered by Gnosis, who wouldn't play along at all. I don't know how that info came out, but everyone believes Gnosis was involved in it.
That led to the Paleroches' head, Arctosz, getting inspiration from the Vine-Bead Court to send troops to station in the valleys, and it's because of the consequences of Gnosis's extreme actions that he was finally removed.

Sharp : At the meeting, the Doctor mentioned Enciodes's reason for making the invitation.
We do help construct Oripathy-related facilities for Karlan Trade, but he never mentioned having the Doctor manage anything in his place before.
Which is to say, the Doctor's actively climbed onto the scales of this conspiracy. Very Doctor-like to do.

Aurora : That seems likely, but Karlan Trade and Rhodes Island have a perfectly fine relationship, and the Doctor would probably only accept because of that relationship.
For now, I can't imagine the reason why Sir Enciodes would want to set up the Doctor...
What do we do now? Contact Dr. Kal'tsit?

Sharp : The landship's headed for Victoria. We'd need the use of a local large-scale comms station, because our handheld equipment's got no way to get in touch.
(Breathes a long sigh)

Aurora : Captain...?

Sharp : I surveyed for a stretch. Guard force at the Doctor's present placement is low-strength.
The Paleroche residence should have about two hundred in guards, training and arms not up to outside army standard. We can break through on a surprise raid.
I've checked surrounding terrain too. Alternate plan is we infiltrate, but that needs setting up explosives in multiple locations beforehand.
Going in and pulling out both need manufactured explosions to draw attention. There're some points in the wall structure that'll let...

Aurora : Wait! Captain!

Sharp : Hm?

Aurora : I feel like... things aren't going to get to that point.

Sharp : No matter what happens, we need to ensure the Doctor's safety. That's our first priority.

Aurora : ...I agree with that, but...
If we bring force against the house of Paleroche in the run-up to the Grand Ceremony, then I'm worried Rhodes Island will end up an enemy of Mount Karlan.
What will the Kjerag operators at Rhodes Island do?

Sharp : I need to consider the worst-case scenario, and the least honorable way of solving things. The present outlook is pessimistic, and if I have to make a choice, you know I'll only choose the Doctor.
We all hope things won't go that far, but you know as well as I that it doesn't depend on us, and I have a responsibility to the Doctor and Rhodes Island.

Aurora : I just can't shake the sense that... Sir Enciodes probably has his own plans.
The Doctor chose to play them at their own game, so some kind of clue must've been there long ago, and the Doctor's already prepped to deal with it...

Sharp : I've never doubted the Doctor's abilities for a moment. I believe.
But I need to make my own preparations beforehand. The Doctor put me on standby, so there's a place for us in the plan.

Aurora : We need to get in touch with the Doctor first.

Sharp : Aurora.

Aurora : Hm?

Sharp : You respect Enciodes a lot.

Aurora : Yes... Without him, I would've never been able to leave Kjerag, and come into contact with the outside world.

Sharp : Understandable.
But for the moment, I want you to forget that. Starting now, you treat him as a hypothetical enemy. Can you do that?
If you feel like you can't, you can head back right now. I won't blame you.

Aurora : But at the same time, I'm an employee of Rhodes Island too.

Sharp : Remember what you've just said.

Aurora : Understood.
But... do we have to watch out for Cliffheart and the rest too?

Sharp : I trust Cliffheart, but have no confidence in Ensia Silverash.
For now. We figure how to meet up with the Doctor.

[Kjarr walks to Aurora and Sharp. ]

Kjarr : You're the Doctor's subordinates?

[Sharp quickly unsheathes his sword... ]

Sharp : ...(Slash)

「In an instant, a hardened steel blade streaks through air, stopping just a hair's width from the woman's neck. 」

Kjarr : Wow, that's a rare way to use a sword here.

Sharp : Who are you?

Kjarr : Well, there's no need to be this ferocious to an ordinary girl you've just met.

Sharp : Pinning this position, and cracking a joke in this context? Does that make you an ordinary girl?

Kjarr : Put the blade down first! Your Rhodes Island Doctor sent me.
I was asked to bring you a message.

After operation

Summary

Gnosis covertly meets with Sciurus, neither happier for it.
The Doctor proceeds to the valleys to placate the people, and comes across Weiss on the way.

<Background 3>

Sciurus : Well, well, you actually came to us Browntails' territory for a visit all by your lonesome. You got balls, Gnosis Edelweiss.

Gnosis : I've always been upright and honorable.

Sciurus : Hmph, that's rich coming from you after you were kicked out of Karlan Trade for your shady business.

Gnosis : I thought I'd see Ratatos here.

Sciurus : Anyone could bluff like that. Ratatos wasn't going to just take your word so easily.

Gnosis : ......
As I said before, it takes two to cooperate. It seems my words have reached her, and that's more than enough to me.

Sciurus : Hmph, talk all you want.
So, since you came here all by yourself... You said last time "things have come to this." What's that all about?
What things have come to what?

Gnosis : *Sigh*.
Why do you think Enciodes proposed this transfer of powers?

Sciurus : Hmph, isn't that because he can't take on both the Paleroches and us, and so he figured to compromise?

Gnosis : Compromise?
Hoh, compromise.
Think again, Madame Sciurus. I dare say that your sister thinks otherwise.
Ever since Enciodes came back to Kjerag, was there any single thing he did that wasn't in pursuit of his ultimate victory? Is his proposal to put the Saintess back in power really a compromise?

Sciurus : ......

Gnosis : Here's a hint—The Ceremony.

Sciurus : Hm...? What about the Ceremony? Don't tell me he's going to throw a fit there and refuse to turn over his powers.

Gnosis : The Ceremony is nigh, and there will be more trains coming in and out of the Silverashes' territory transporting both resources and people.
Take a guess, why did Enciodes himself propose to hand the Saintess his powers, even arranging for it to happen on the day of the Ceremony?
Arctosz's a short-sighted man. He thinks Enciodes will pull some kind of dirty trick once she's in control.
And so he reassigned his men to guard the valleys and the mines, even to keep an eye on the Doctor that Enciodes invited.
But the funny thing is that he doesn't know it's all pointless!

Sciurus : ......!

「Sciurus looks to a corner of the room for a brief moment. There is nothing there, but Gnosis notices it.
Gnosis looks straight at the wall there. 」

Gnosis : Ratatos, you can't be that stupid.
I will tell you what Enciodes is planning.
But you'd better see me yourself next time.
Even if I have to see his schemes come to fruition and you two imprisoned—
I won't allow myself be made a fool of again.

Wallboards : ......

Gnosis : Now excuse me.

[Gnosis leaves. After he closes the door... ]

Sciurus : Ratatos...
Hey, Ratatos! I know you're there!

Wallboards : Pipe down, Sciurus.

「There is a rumbling noise, and the wallboard slowly moves to the side. Ratatos, sitting inside, slowly rises and steps out. 」

Sciurus : You believe in what he said?

Ratatos : Maybe I should say I'm shocked that you never considered the possibility, sister.

Sciurus : But even the Saintess is on our side now!
Can Enciodes really be so unscrupulous that he...

Ratatos : That he...?
Don't be silly, Sciurus.
From the moment he first trampled our faith, when he laid his train tracks straight to Kjerag and broke away from the Saintess...
No, ever since he so calmly agreed to let his sister become the Saintess in exchange for his seat in the Tri-Clan Council, he hasn't cared.
We all know how well those siblings got along in their earlier years. I also once thought that letting the devout Enya become the Vine-Bead Court's hostage was a brilliant move.
But now? Hmph, I wouldn't be surprised if he one day brought his men up the mountain to burn down the whole Vine-Bead Court.

Sciurus : Don't tell me Enciodes is really going to use force...

Ratatos : Slow down, sister.
There's another possibility. He could be pulling our leg.

Sciurus : Why...?

Ratatos : To make us think he's up to something shady so we end up making the first move.

Sciurus : What good does that do him?

Ratatos : If he's not trying to have somebody else do his dirty work and off his enemies, he's trying to find an excuse to start a war and earn himself some clout in the end.
Hmph, whatever it is, we're probably all in trouble.

Sciurus : Well...
How do we figure this out?

Ratatos : No idea.

Sciurus : None at all?

Ratatos : I'm not exactly omniscient here.
But if he's lying, there's got to be holes.
You.

Browntail Family Noble : Your orders, Matriarch?

Ratatos : Dig up anything you can find on Gnosis. We looked into him before, but he's had lots of dealings since his job got handed off. There should be a lot more clues now. Start there.

Browntail Family Noble : Understood.

[The Browntail nobleman leaves. ]

Ratatos : You'd better not disappoint me, Gnosis Edelweiss.

Sciurus : Ratatos... If he was telling the truth, would you really take him in?

Ratatos : Why not?

Sciurus : He's an Edelweiss! The family who got Enciodes's father killed fifteen years ago!

Ratatos : So what?

Sciurus : They betrayed the Silverashes, but when Enciodes came back from studying in Victoria, this guy tagged along, wanting a slice of the pie.
If you ask me, he's the type who doesn't give two licks about loyalty, only profit and success. Now that he's made an enemy of his master, he's got to find a new sugar daddy to get his revenge.

Ratatos : Right, that's the most obvious reason.

Sciurus : So you...

Ratatos : Sciurus... "The Silverashes control the gates, the Paleroches have their rich farmlands and their army, but the Browntails have nothing. Why do you think we stand as one of Kjerag's three families?"

Sciurus : "...Because what we do earns the highest return."
I learned Grandpa's lessons just as well as you did.

Ratatos : Right, since I'm letting you in, there are lots of things that you really must spend some time pondering.
As a child of the Browntails, in times like these, you need to know the best course of action. It's more than just knowing the risks of dealing with a criminal. You need to learn to assess all this yourself.
Profit always comes with risks. We need to learn how to mitigate these risks beyond just shutting them out along with the profits, dear sister.
Our biggest worry is that everything he just said was true, but also part of a lie.
Another thing.
You've gotten really close with that servant of yours, haven't you?

Sciurus : You mean Monch?

Ratatos : Monch, conch, gonch, whatever.
Don't trust anyone too much, sister.

Sciurus : Grr, I don't need you to tell me what to do!

[Annoyed, Sciurus leaves and slams the door shut. ]

Sciurus : I'll show you how much stronger I can make Browntails without you!

Ratatos : *Sigh*... I should never have given Enciodes this chance.
I have that braindead moron Arctosz to thank. Take Enya away from her scumbag brother? Don't make me laugh.
Whatever. Yucatan.

Yucatan : Yes, Matriarch?

Ratatos : Let the Paleroches know that I'll visit in a few days.

Yucatan : Of course.

<Background 5>

Valais : Doctor, we've entered the valley.

Doctor : It's about time. / My butt hurts.

Valais : Sorry... Sir Arctosz never permitted any rail tracks to be built in the Paleroches' territory, and it's not in our habit to use cars.
I suppose it may not be easy for a foreigner like you to ride a burdenbeast.

Chester : Dr. {nickname}, welcome. I am Sir Enciodes's secretary, Chester.
Please allow me to accompany you as you survey the area.
To give Sir Arctosz the absolute peace of mind, we'll ask you to inspect each and every factory and mine site before they're declared closed.
Once you have checked everything here, both Sir Arctosz and the Great Elder will give their approval. Only then will the transfer be considered complete.
What do you think, General Valais?

Valais : That would be for the best, of course.

Chester : In that case, please follow me. We'll take stroll and get a grasp of the environment and situation here.

<Background 6>

Senior Subject : Still, this is just way too sudden...

Young Subject : Right, I had heard there was bad news from the last Tri-Clan Council. But that's not enough to send us running.

Senior Subject : My son was hurt while working in the factory not too long ago. I'm still waiting for his medical subsidy.
We... We've always believed in Sir Enciodes! He's not going to abandon us, is he?

Young Subject : All of us put in so much work to improve the Kjerag's livelihood. He can't just shut the factory down like that!

Infected Subject : What about Infected like us? We finally found work at the factory...

Weiss : Please, everyone, calm down. Listen to me—
Oh, nice timing, Doctor.

Doctor : Courier?

Weiss : It's been a while. I'm really sorry that we dragged you into our local affairs.
Please bear with it for a little longer. Once the Ceremony is over, the Silverashes will properly receive you.
But, before that, I think I might need your help with something.

Doctor : You want me to help calm these people down?

Weiss : ......
Sharp as always, Doctor.

Doctor : Looks like you're doing well yourself.

Weiss : Don't be so humble, Doctor. Your abilities are on another level. I've seen for myself.
And we'll need your help with many other things as well.
Well then, I'll need to borrow the Doctor for this job of mine. Just for a bit. Would the Paleroches mind?

Valais : By all means.

Weiss : Friends and countrymen, Sir Enciodes has personally instructed me to offer all those affected an explanation on his behalf.
It so happens that the Doctor is here too. The Doctor is Sir Enciodes's esteemed guest, and Karlan Trade's current chief technical officer.
Today, together with all of you, our guest will bear witness to this message:
At the Tri-Clan Council, the great houses and the Vine-Bead Court reached an understanding for the interim, and will begin discussion on any follow-up matters.
Because of the grave mistakes made by Gnosis, the previous CTO, Karlan Trade must shut down all of its factories in a show of goodwill.
Once the transfer of powers is complete, the Silverash family will actively work with the Vine-Bead Court and advocate for a gradual reopening of some of our factories in a controlled, carefully-planned manner.

Valais : Hmph...

Weiss : ......
Please trust me and trust the Silverash family that this is for the best.
Now, as I introduced earlier, and will emphasize once more, this is Sir Enciodes's esteemed guest as well as Karlan Trade's current CTO.
Our guest is a master not only of the production and mining technologies that we are all familiar with, but also the prevention and treatment of Oripathy.
The Doctor likewise represents a medical organization that will help Karlan Trade answer the critical questions that we are all struggling with, including the medical support issue we were just discussing.
Such things would not be possible in our mountains of yore, and, together with the Doctor, Karlan Trade will bring about this new future.

Doctor : (Nod)

Weiss : At the same time, it is Sir Enciodes's wish for the territorial subjects of the other two houses to cast aside their differences and help us build Kjerag.
There is no need for panic. Please put your faith in Sir Enciodes and the Saintess. Have faith that Kjeragandr will never abandon Her children.

Senior Subject : Aah, by Kjeragandr!

Young Subject : By Kjeragandr.

Weiss : By Kjeragandr.
Now then, I will...

Infected Subject : Wait! Hold on a minute!
After hearing you out... I-I have something to say!

Weiss : Please.

Infected Subject : It's not that we don't trust the other two houses.
It's just we've really had it fairly nice the last couple years thanks to Sir Enciodes. We have work, we get enough food to eat, and we even get painkillers.
We never had it so easy before...
Since we heard the factory was going to be shut down, we've all been worried that the good times are coming to an end...

Weiss : Please rest assured.
The Doctor, as I introduced just now, is an Oripathy scholar. Karlan Trade invited the Doctor here precisely because we are concerned about our Infected workforce's livelihood.
So please put your faith in us, Karlan Trade.

Doctor : One moment.

Weiss : Yes, is there something you would like to add, Doctor?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : I was told Mr. Enciodes is more practical.

Weiss : There are also those of the mind that his ideas are impractical.
My apologies. I have misspoken.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Weiss : ......
*Sigh*... Very well. Looks like I'm not going to fool you, Doctor.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Trust alone isn't going to keep anyone fed.

Senior Subject : Ugh...

Weiss : So merciless, Doctor.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Weiss : Friends, it's true. I am not done yet.
We didn't keep our internal affairs in check, and that led to you losing your jobs. That is entirely our fault.
Karlan Trade promises to keep your original positions unfilled. You will continue to be compensated, and we will arrange job opportunities with equal or even greater pay and benefits.
And I am sure you can already tell that, unlike Gnosis, the Doctor actually understands what you truly need.
The Doctor will bring Karlan Trade the technologies that will truly benefit our day-to-day lives.
Right, this is what Sir Enciodes truly wanted all of us to know!

Young Subject : Sound great! I'll head back and let everybody know!

[The young Kjeragian rushes off. ]

Senior Subject : Good, that's very good, but don't forget Kjeragandr's teachings, young man...

[The senior Kjeragian leaves. ]

Weiss : Phew...

Chester : Good work.

Weiss : Not at all. It's my job to speak for him.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Is that the help you wanted?

Weiss : Thank you, Doctor.
But I'm sure you'll agree that this was worth helping?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Weiss : Okay, Doctor... I'll take you out for some fondue. My treat.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Convincing performance.

Weiss : Not at all, Doctor.
Actually, if it wasn't for you, I probably would've forgotten to say all that.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Weiss : Okay, I will take my leave now.

Doctor : Courier—

Weiss : Yes?

Doctor : Mr. Enciodes will be pleased. / You can't be here just for that. / You too, Courier?

Weiss : ......
I'm not sure what you are talking about, Doctor.

<Background 7>

Monch : ......
All the requirements have been met, just as Madame Sciurus expected.
Enciodes sent Weiss presumably as some kind of insurance policy.
But that's not nearly enough.
You are to ensure that things go according to Madame Sciurus's plans once Weiss is gone.

Kjerag Warriors : Yes!

[The warriors leave. ]

Monch : ......

[Gnosis calls Monch. ]

Gnosis : You were followed.

Monch : ......!
What?! I didn't...

Gnosis : There was only one of them, now long gone, running after the men Sciurus assigned to you.

Monch : I'm very sorry for betraying your expectations, Sir Gnosis.

Gnosis : No, perhaps this is for the better.

Monch : I'm prepared to be your pawn and to do whatever you say.

Gnosis : I'm just a researcher, Monch.
Pawns are meaningless to me. What I want is a partner that I can work with.

Monch : ......

Gnosis : Proceed with the plan. Don't worry. Ratatos and Sciurus won't catch you.

Monch : Understood.

Operation story: BI-3

Before operation

Summary

One thing comes after another. Seeing how desperate the situation is, Sharp acts to rescue the Doctor. The Doctor opts to turn back, and together with Aurora, relates to the people what pros and cons are at play, temporarily allaying the conflict.

<Background 1>

Sharp : Status report.

Aurora : Things aren't quite right. The Doctor's guess was a hit; a lot of people are gathered over here.

Sharp : Are they setting out for the factories?

Aurora : Yes... I'm sure of it.

Sharp : Stay on their tails. Keep me informed.

Aurora : Roger.

<Background 2>

Chester : And that'll conclude this factory's handover.
Everything up till now has been as smooth as ice, thanks to your mediation, Doctor.
I might have been a little neglectful beforehand. I'm very sorry for that.

Doctor : Don't mind it, I'm just a scholar.

Chester : My, no need to be so humble. There's plenty still to come that'll require your guidance.

Valais : One moment.

Chester : Er, do you have some qualm about this, General Valais?

Valais : An ambush.

[Several armed people reveal themselves before the Doctor, Chester, and Valais. ]

Armed Subject : That's General Valais for you.

Valais : Who are you?

Armed Subject : We're here to get an explanation.

Chester : Weiss and the Doctor should have just conveyed to the subjects' representatives the steps Karlan Trade's taking.
There must have been some misunderstanding...

Armed Subject : Misunderstanding?
Sorry, Mr. Chester, I think you don't get it.
Sir Enciodes was tricked by this foreigner!

Doctor : Come again?

Armed Subject : We were all kept in the dark. We only realized what was happening once someone told us.
Mr. Chester, you should know this foreigner's "original" purpose in Kjerag was to advise on Oripathy and Infected handling methods.

Valais : What's your point?

Chester : ......

Armed Subject : Our informant is never wrong.
This foreigner's already in cahoots with Arctosz, and it's your job to keep eyes on the "guest", General Valais.
Everyone knows Arctosz and the Vine-Bead Court were never happy with how Sir Enciodes opened up Kjerag.
The foreigner's going to say the factories spread Oripathy as an excuse to shut them forever with gross slander against the lord!

Valais : You're the one speaking slander! The Paleroches would never stoop to such unsightly lows!

Armed Subject : The Paleroches and the Vine-Bead Court are all tied up! You don't think anything "unsightly?" You don't think enough people have lost their lives?!

Valais : ......

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 1>

Valais : Father, Father! Are you alright?

Great Elder : Come, drink it. Drink and all will be better.
Kjeragandr's tears will cleanse this taint the Tschäggättä have left.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

Valais : What proof do you have?!

Armed Subject : Pah! You're asking me to prove your own misdeeds?

Chester : Doctor, this...

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Isn't true.

Chester : Can I trust you?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Armed Subject : What, hound got your tongue?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : What do you think?

Armed Subject : Don't think you can smooth-talk your way out of this!

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Armed Subject : There's only one thing you need to say! Justify yourself to us!

[The armed people attacks the Doctor, but Valaise shields them... ]

Valais : Guards! Protect our guest! Take them away!

Armed Subject : Get that foreigner now!

[...as Sharp and Aurora suddenly shows up and engages the attackers. ]

Armed Subject : Wh-Where did you come from?!

Sharp : It's not safe here!

Aurora : Time to run, Doctor!

<Background black>

「The Ursus operator lifts you onto her shoulders, and leaps into the forest in giant bounds. 」

<Background 3>

[Aurora keeps carrying the Doctor across the forests. ]

Doctor : Um, you can stop running. Let's put me down.

Aurora : Oh! Alright.

Sharp : *Pant*...
I need to reiterate, Doctor.
No matter what plans you have, this is far too dangerous. You probably don't remember, but I've told you the same thing many, many times before.

Doctor : Believe me, I believe you.

Sharp : Anyone can make mistakes, even me. If you're willing, I hope you can make my work a bit easier on me.
The possibility's not high, but what would you have done if more professional combatants were snuck into that attack?
If they brought crossbows, what then?

Doctor : Don't worry, their goal isn't to kill me.

Aurora : I'll report the situation to the Doctor.
Captain Sharp and I both followed your confidant's message, heading separately to the Browntails' residence and the Silverashes' factories to pursue suspicious personnel.
Our trails ended up converging into one, surprisingly enough...
These people were very likely incited by the Browntails.
Agitating civilians and smearing the competition are both common schemes, but they're crude.

Doctor : Seems it's to stir conflict between me and the Silverashes. / Seems it's to stir conflict between the Paleroches and Silverashes.
But it's also probably a trap.

Aurora : What do you mean...?

Sharp : Their equipment and combat strength aren't up to par. It's not even enough to get them out in one piece.
Suppose they were arrested and interrogated, and they gave up their source...

Aurora : Then it would look bad for the Browntails?!

Doctor : That's not the whole of it.

Sharp : We're lacking intel. We still can't see the full picture of this incident. No way to actually lock onto the hidden orchestrator or their goals.
The one thing we can be sure of is someone wants to disturb the tri-clan relations. That is to say, they want to shatter the Snow Realm's overall stability. Circumstances are exceptionally dangerous for outsiders like you, Doctor.

Aurora : What do we do now, Doctor? Should we think of some way to make it back first?

Doctor : It's not time yet. This incident's far from over.

Sharp : That's right, this charade's just one small part of the giant storm. But my duty's clear-cut—I'm getting you out of danger, Doctor.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : I'm going to get more info.

Sharp : The more you know, the more dangerous your situation. We likely won't have the time to ensure all the details, Doctor.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I'm going to evade capture.

Sharp : That might just be the start of it, Doctor.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I'm going to stop whoever's stirring up the clans.

Sharp : I have to remind you, Doctor, this may have long grown beyond your plans.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Sharp : But since you're so determined, and seeing as you have a good grasp on things... we won't stop you.
At this point, do you plan on telling Courier and Matterhorn, and especially Cliffheart, considering they're all Silverashes?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : No.

Sharp : Agreed. I'm sorry to Cliffheart, but now that we're here, it's hard for me to fully trust Courier and Matterhorn.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Sharp : Doctor, I know you want to trust them, but set aside Cliffheart for now—it's hard for me not to be wary of Courier and Matterhorn in this current tri-clan dispute, no matter what.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Up to you.

Sharp : Then I choose to keep part of the truth hidden from them.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : For now, take me back.

<Background 2>

Valais : Is there anyone else?

Bodyguard : None, they've all been suppressed.

Valais : Then what about the Doctor? Whereabouts?

Bodyguard : We... saw someone taking the Doctor away, running into the forest.

Valais : Damn...!
You lot, with me! There'd better not be a single scratch on—

Doctor : Is it me you're looking for?

Valais : !!

Chester : Ah! So you're... I thought you...

Doctor : You thought I ran?

Valais : That was a difficult situation there, and I lost sight of you. I hope you can forgive me.
I made a mockery of myself, when I should by all rights have prioritized your safety.
As you can see... the people here have all been contained.
Don't move! Settle down!

Armed Subject : Don't think we don't know! You're here just to frame Sir Enciodes.
You self-righteous hypocrite! Pah!

Aurora : ......
...Bro?

Sharp : ...?

Armed Subject : Lara? Why are you here?

Aurora : Bro! What are you doing?!

Armed Subject : Wh—Why are you all mixed up with these people?

Aurora : That's my boss!

Sharp : Leave it. Now's not the time.

Aurora : Understood, Captain.

Doctor : To be honest, I have nitpicks with Karlan Trade's factory safety measures.

Valais : What?

Doctor : The exhaust pipes are too close to the construction area. The layout's pure nonsense. / The protective gear given to workers is too low-coverage. / The Originium transport channels aren't secure enough.

Chester : Have... you told Sir Enciodes about that?

Armed Subject : You! You! You're a nasty piece of work after all.

Doctor : It's the truth.

Valais : I don't quite understand, so I have no way to judge if what you say is true.
But it sounds at least somewhat reasonable.

Armed Subject : I'll never believe your vile lies! You! You...

Valais : I want you to behave or else! Have you given a thought to the sort of punishment you'll face for attacking an outside guest of honor in the Vine-Bead Court's territory?

Armed Subject : ......
So long as it's for Sir Enciodes...

Aurora : The Silverashes' guest attacked by the Silverashes' subjects? Is there any way this won't smear the Silverash reputation?
Is this how you "repay Sir Enciodes?"

Armed Subject : ...That...

Aurora : Think about it!
Bro, you used to be so cool-headed. What happened?

Armed Subject : ...Forget it. You wouldn't understand if I told you.

Doctor : General Valais. Let these people go.

Valais : What?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : As you see, my subordinate has a relative here.

Aurora : General Valais, please be kind...

Valais : *Sigh*...

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : This is a misunderstanding. Don't make it any bigger.

Valais : Is that really all it is? I'm not convinced.
*Sigh*... You know what, forget it.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Consider it compensation for your mistake there.

Valais : ...Are you sure this settles it?

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Valais : Listen up, all of you. If it wasn't for our guest's altruism, you'd all be in for a caning before the day is out! Reflect on your actions!

Armed Subject : Don't think you'll buy us off just like that! You rotten...

Soldier Leader : Leave it, leave it. We're out of here. Don't disgrace the Silverashes any more than that.

「The furious subjects slowly leave, wearing expressions of disappointment and spite as they go. The most vitriolic clash, for the moment, has been defused.
A heavy blizzard is gathering at this moment, of that much you're sure. 」

After operation

Summary

The Paleroches slightly change their attitude toward the Doctor, in the light of said party's conduct.
Meanwhile, Gnosis gets in touch with Ratatos, and conveys a need to show her some things.

<Background 4>

Sluggish Soldier : Hey, did you hear? Supposedly that guest of honor we were keeping an eye on, the Doctor or whatever, was attacked by Silverash's people?

Nosy Soldier : You only just heard about it? The news is everywhere.

Sluggish Soldier : Then why don't you tell me what the hell is going on? Wasn't this Doctor person invited by Enciodes himself?

Nosy Soldier : Well, the version of the story I heard is, the attackers apparently thought that after the Doctor went over, Arctosz offered some under-the-table deals.

Sluggish Soldier : Huh? Master Arctosz wouldn't do something like that!

Nosy Soldier : Dumbass, can't you tell this is obviously nonsense made up by the attackers?
If you ask me, after finding out that Arctosz is going to be hosting the Doctor, Enciodes is trying to set Arctosz up.
Maybe the people behind the attack were sent by Enciodes too.

Sluggish Soldier : Yeah, that makes sense, just as you said.
Then why are we spending all this time keeping tabs on this Doctor? They're probably not in cahoots with Enciodes.

<Background 1>

Valais : I didn't fully understand you before, so I ask your forgiveness if I have offended you in any way.
As you are Enciodes's honored guest, I should be watching my words...
But, something doesn't add up about this attack made against you.

Doctor : Indeed, it doesn't add up.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Someone's pulling the strings.

Valais : Enciodes...

Doctor : No, he doesn't stand to gain anything from this.
(I have my own ideas about who's behind it, but...)

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I can't determine what the purpose would be.

Valais : I could've sworn they were trying to harm you to give Enciodes an excuse to seek retribution against the Paleroche clan, accusing them of failing to protect you.

Doctor : That makes no sense.
A crime is a far graver offense than dereliction of duty.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Their actions aren't exactly reasonable.

Valais : That's what I think too. They clearly already received the information that Weiss passed along on behalf of Enciodes, yet still are distrustful of you.
It's almost as if...

Doctor : Someone anticipated Enciodes's plans.
And used the premise we just discussed to incite them.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Valais : Ugh...

{{sc|???|Hah, well said.

[Arctosz walks in. ]

Arctosz : Valais, we always said you were a skilled tactician and had a good head on your shoulders. But looks like you still have a lot to learn from the Doctor.

Valais : You're exactly right, Sir.

Arctosz : Oh, right, Valais. Pass this message on for me – My men don't need to keep watch over the Doctor anymore. Just focus on guarding our territory.
As for the guards the Doctor brought along, they will be allowed to come and go freely from now on.

Valais : Yessir.

[Valais leaves. ]

Arctosz : I just happened to overhear a bit of your conversation from the hallway.
I don't have any interest in your guessing games, but I might be able to offer you some clues.
Kjeragandr is our witness. Doctor, I apologize for the rudeness of the Paleroche clan––
On my name as head of the house of Paleroche, I swear to Kjeragandr that I was not the one who instigated this attack.
If you are willing to believe me, let me assure you that there are absolutely no scoundrels in the Paleroche clan that would carry out such a malicious attack behind my back.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Thank you for your trust, Arctosz.

Arctosz : Hm? I never said anything about trusting you, Doctor.
But at least I am certain now that you aren't up to any mischief.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Thanks for the tip, Arctosz.

Arctosz : Hahaha! Good.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Arctosz : Doctor, I may not be much of a philosopher, but even a rough-around-the-edges man like me can smell that there's something unusual brewing in Kjerag.
That damned Enciodes, suddenly talking about ceding power back to the Saintess, then driving Gnosis away, and now putting you in this position...
And someone attacked you in the midst of it all.
Let me be honest – I can't help but to suspect that Enciodes is up to no good, even if he hasn't shown the slightest flaw in what he's doing.
But I'm not going to sit around and wait for the land granted to us by Kjeragandr to fall into danger...

Doctor : In that case, Arctosz...

Arctosz : What is it?

Doctor : Us making amends could also mean... / If our enemy is able to predict your response...
Then they no longer need to use me as a smokescreen. / They've finished their preparations, and there's not much time left.

Arctosz : What?!

「Boom–– A massive explosion goes off in the distance.
The people outside whisper amongst each other, debating whether or not it is going to snow.
The people inside lower their heads without a word, shouldering an intangible burden. 」

<Background 5>

Ratatos : Gnosis Edelweiss.

Gnosis : Madame Ratatos Browntail.
It seems like I've finally earned the privilege of talking with you face-to-face?

Ratatos : You can't fool me with that feigned humility, Gnosis.
You are plenty smart yourself. Let there be no shady dealings between honest people.
If you didn't want something from me, you would not have been trying to meet me again and again.

Gnosis : Heh. If you're just trying to assert your dominance here, then I do believe it is time for me to bid thee farewell.

Ratatos : Don't be in such a hurry, Gnosis. I have a few questions for you.
When I first heard that the Edelweiss clan followed Enciodes back to Kjerag, I frankly was not too surprised.
I thought you either had some evidence to prove that the Edelweisses would not be adverse to the Silverash clan, or perhaps, you had something to hold over Enciodes.
But neither you nor Enciodes have said anything about what happened back then, while you still allow the Silverashes to rebuke you for your shamelessness.
What keeps you going? I'm curious.

Gnosis : ...He promised me a future.

Ratatos : A future?

Gnosis : Kjerag's future. An emerging industrial country that would allow me to utilize my talent in research without fear of plagiarism, misuse, or suppression.

Ratatos : That's all?

Gnosis : Needless to say, I never expected you to understand in the first place, Ratatos. You will never be a researcher after all.
It may be difficult for you to understand how thrilling it is to freely explore the innovation and application of technology, backed by plenty of resources and privilege. To be given a legitimate purpose.

Ratatos : So that's the deal you struck. You give him your skills, and he provides you a stage.
And then what?
Surely you aren't going to tell me that he pushed you out and made you take the fall just to protect himself.
Is this all that Karlan Trade's cost-benefit analysis amounts to?

Gnosis : You seem to have a lot of faith in Karlan Trade. Why didn't you accept the offer to work under Enciodes two years ago?

Ratatos : Don't be ridiculous. No matter how powerful Enciodes is, he cannot change the faith that has been deeply rooted in the bones of our people for thousands of years.
Karlan Trade can only grow as big as the Tri-Clan Council and the Vine-Bead Court allow, and it is impossible for Kjerag to industrialize––
—Wait.
So he's found a new bargaining chip?

Gnosis : Exactly.
There was no way for Enciodes to turn the people of Kjerag against Kjeragandr, so he had to reach a compromise.
But he's been stuck there for far too long. No matter how many times I tried to push him, he seems indifferent.
Until there finally came an opportunity to turn things around.
Ensia's Oripathy symptoms are under control, and though there still isn't a cure, she was able to return to him alive and well...
...and excitedly told him that it might be possible to deepen cooperation with an outside party to better control the spread and harm of Oripathy at a lower cost.

Ratatos : No, Enciodes wouldn't...

Gnosis : Of course not. Once the gate to Kjerag is opened, it cannot be completely sealed again.
The number of Infected living in Kjerag will only increase– this is the reality of our world. During the process of Kjerag's continued development, the ability to deal with Oripathy will ultimately become a new bargaining chip.
He is about to make the people of Kjerag decide between faith and technology, and faith alone will no longer protect them from Oripathy.

Ratatos : Empty rhetoric. There's no proof.

Gnosis : Come with me then. Bring your people along, including those who can fight, and I will show you something.

BI-ST-2: Winter Mountain is Coming

Summary

Gnosis bombs a railroad bridge. War is officially declared.

<Background 1>

[Ratatos followed Gnosis all the way to a forest road. ]

Ratatos : Hey.
Did you come all the way out to the boonies to dig up something good for me?

Gnosis : For death and destruction, naturally.

Ratatos : Keep running your mouth. Though, as long as I'm on the giving side of death and destruction, I'm alright.

Gnosis : Almost here. Do you still remember anything about this place, Ratatos?

Ratatos : ...If memory serves me right, this road leading out of Kjerag has long been abandoned since the wind and snow took down the bridge.
Blizzards are frequent, and even reinforced bridges are hard to secure. The people have all but given up on redeveloping the roads here.

Gnosis : How many hands do you have at the Turicum pass?

Ratatos : Enough to let me know who and what Enciodes deals with every day.

Gnosis : Then, do you know how much military equipment and personnel have passed into Kjerag under your nose lately?

Ratatos : ......
Are you saying that Enciodes bypassed Turicum and opened a railway out in a place like this?
...That's ludicrous.

Gnosis : Look, it's coming.

Ratatos : But that road leads straight down into a canyon...

Gnosis : Not anymore.

[The sound of a drawbridge lowering can be heard close by. ]

Ratatos : ......
.........
Impossible!

Gnosis : Tools were used to enclose the bridges, tracks, and load-bearing structures into the cliffs on both sides.
To avoid prying eyes and ears, the structure extends from the mountain to form a bridge only when a train is about to pass...
Such a simple idea, yet incredibly intricate to implement. A pity that I didn't come up with it.

「The fresh snow on the ground shudders imperceptibly, and a faint sound gradually grows stronger.
The bridge's bearings spring to life with sparks of light, just as the light of civilization shines into Kjerag.
The head of the train gallops over the bridge, segment after segment following behind it. Flames begin to dance, as if awakened by the weight of the train.
The youth turns to face the crowd and snaps his fingers. 」

「The burning light suddenly expands, becoming brighter and warmer, engulfing several carriages in the middle of the train like a bonfire on a festival night.
Finally, unable to swallow what it had engulfed, the flames brutally split the carriage with a deafening roar.
Scintillating metallic objects splash forth like fireworks, clinking and clattering against the tenacious and resilient steel bars of the bridge before plummeting straight down.
A fur shawl dances in the flames' wake, but the sophisticated tactical suit seems indifferent.
Not a soul knows if all this happened too quickly, or if the spectacle simply paralyzed the senses. Everyone who witnessed the scene unfolding can only stare blankly, and wordlessly for a while.
Only the young man flourishes his Arts Unit nonchalantly, the snow rippling around him in waves.
He activates his Arts, letting a dazzling standard-issue military sabre gently slide down next to his feet. With but a gesture of his hand, the weapon is already in his grasp. 」

<Background 1>

Gnosis : Victorian craftsmanship.

[Gnosis swings his swordstaff. ]

Gnosis : It's quite sharp.
This vague, wispy blue texture... I wonder if you've ever seen any similar metals in SilverAsh's quarries?

Ratatos : ......

Gnosis : Let's get to the point. You want to get information about Enciodes from me, and I want to use the Browntails' power against him.
As I said from the very beginning, I am not the only one here who needs to demonstrate good will. I am, after all, too familiar with how the Browntail clan does things.
Should you find yourselves at a disadvantage, or even realize you cannot deal with Enciodes at all, you'll capture me right away in an attempt to curry favor with him.
But time is short. Even I cannot estimate how many people Enciodes plans to bring in, or how many weapons.
I need to act now and destroy his transport route before he has enough power to bring everything under the sun into Kjerag.
And beyond that, I need to cut off your retreat, as you all are now my accomplices.
Even if you choose to surrender to Enciodes, you are all inextricably tied to today's explosion.
After I seal off this path, Enciodes may well lack the manpower to fight Arctosz head-on.
Now, you no longer have a choice.

Ratatos : Come, arrest Gnosis!

[The warriors escorting Ratatos put Gnosis at edgepoint. ]

Gnosis : Easy now!
Ratatos, I take it that this is your answer?

Ratatos : No, Gnosis, you got one of your premises wrong.
From the very beginning, I never trusted you. I'd never fall in that easily with a traitor.
I've always wondered how you were always walking around all high-and-mighty, even after getting kicked out of Karlan Trade.
I always believed that Enciodes let you go because the information you have means nothing to him, and he expected you to backstab him.
I assumed he was using you as an unwitting smoke bomb to mess with us, but that's no longer the case.
How could he allow you to go around doing whatever you want, disclosing secrets like these? How could such a crucial route not be guarded by any garrisoned troops?

Gnosis : You're right, we're talking about Enciodes here. He'd never let his guard down.
Don't be so hasty. After all, their original mission was to cover up the traces left in the snow by the train.

[Suddenly soldiers wearing body armor and wolf helmet-mask reveal themselves. ]

??? : Don't get too ahead of yourself, Gnosis.

Gnosis : Allow me to introduce you to the squad Enciodes has been training in secret, codenamed "Tschäggättä."

Ratatos : You, what did you say?! ...Tschäggättä?!

Gnosis : They shall be as the Tschäggättä of ancient legend, not baptized in the glory of Kjeragandr, challenging superstition with pure strength.

「The Tschäggättä of legend that hide in the depths of the highlands' snow-capped mountains.
The wear disconcerting masks, tie huge bells to their bodies, and wrap animal pelts around them. Kjerag children cry at the mention of their name.
But they are nothing more than legends.
The outfits worn by the troops in front of her bears little resemblance to the equipment scattered from the train. Seeing the masks on their faces, Ratatos cannot help but shiver. 」

Tschäggättä : The tolerance that the Master afforded you was graciously repaid with betrayal.
Round them up!

Gnosis : Ratatos, it is your turn to show your loyalty.

Ratatos : Grr... I'll remember this!

Gnosis : There is about to be an accidental avalanche caused by a lightning strike.
The subordinates secretly dispatched here by Enciodes are, unfortunately, about to disappear.

<Background 2>

[Sharp reports the current development of the railbridge's destruction to the Doctor. ]

Sharp : The name of the squad was something like "Tschäggättä." There weren't many present, but seem to have all been taken alive by Ratatos.
The other two 'Tschäggättä' in charge of the freight train survived, but were also locked up.
That's the extent of what I saw. I'm confident I wasn't seen.
Enciodes certainly would not see this as a simple natural disaster either.

Ensia : Doctor, over here!

Sharp : To avoid drawing the Silverash clan's suspicions, I will back out for now and await the Doctor's further instructions.

[Sharp leaves as the Doctor goes to see Ensia. ]

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Cliffheart!

Ensia : Heeey, I'm glad to see you're still kickin', Doctor! Sheesh, they told me I wouldn't be able to see you because you'd be tied up with official business or something.
I was real worried that you'd be stuck with the Paleroches until the ceremony was over.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Ensia : Doctor, how come you're not talking? Are you okay?
Don't tell me the Paleroches did something to you!

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Long time no see.

Ensia : It hasn't even been that long...
I guess so much stuff has happened since you were invited here that it really does seem like a long time has passed.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Ensia : Oh, but I heard that you're getting along well with Mr. Arctosz?
Eh... Not sure why that would surprise me though. After all, you're really popular around Rhodes Island.
Oh right, is there anything I can help you with, Doctor? I feel bad that it's been one thing after another since you came here, so I was thinking I could maybe run some errands for you.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Can you help me protect Mr. Enciodes?

Ensia : Huh? But with Degenbrecher there, why would my brother need me mucking things up?
But if that's what you want, I'll keep an eye on him.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Can you say hello to the Saintess for me?

Ensia : My sister's been awfully busy lately. Even I haven't had a chance to see her.
But if you really need me to, I can climb up the mountain and pay a secret visit.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Ensia : Ugh, I just wanted to help you out, but I just made you worry even more about me...

Doctor : Hmm, can you tell me some Kjerag folk tales then? Like, about the Tschäggättä?

Ensia : Woah, where'd you hear that word?
Well... It's actually an old legend that goes way back.
Thousands of years ago, when Kjeragandr was protecting Her people from the wind and snow, a group of mountain savages rejected Her blessings. Among them––

<Background 3>

Silverash Clan Warrior : We've confirmed that several segments of track suffered similar damage. The losses have been tabulated, and repairing them will take some time.
But more critically, of the points of access between Kjerag and the outside world, several of the routes that were completely under our control have been cut off.

Enciodes : In other words, outside forces will no longer be able to enter Kjerag without great effort.

Silverash Clan Warrior : But we still have a relative abundance of various supplies and materials in our reserves, enough to hold out while the tracks are being repaired...

Enciodes : That's not the important part.

Silverash Clan Warrior : Additionally, we've confirmed that Gnosis and Ratatos have been in contact and have been lingering around our borders.

Enciodes : Of course.
And what of the Doctor?

Silverash Clan Warrior : The Paleroche clan is no longer keeping a close watch on the Doctor. The guards are so discreet that we're unable to track them.

Enciodes : Very well. You may go now.

Silverash Clan Warrior : Yessir.

[Degenbrecher talks with Enciodes. ]

Degenbrecher : Well done.

Enciodes : I must admit, this came as a bit of a surprise, but Gnosis indeed has the capacity to pull off something like this.

Degenbrecher : Your idea of trust is rather twisted.

Enciodes : He bore the burdens of Karlan Trade for so many years, so it's only natural that he would have the ability to exceed my expectations in certain areas.
This is not trust, but rather a base requirement. A requirement that the Silverash clan has of its associates.
I always thought I would have the right to shoulder Kjeragandr's burden only when I was prepared to shoulder all of Kjerag.
It has been too long since the Tri-Clan Council and the Vine-Bead Court left this burden.

Degenbrecher : Don't tell me that's why you and the Saintess have to shoulder all of Kjerag.

Enciodes : She may eventually come to make the same choice.
And I need to prepare for the next step.

Operation story: BI-4

Before operation

Summary

The Holy Hunt, to which all three clans are participant, is about to commence. Inside the hall, the Great Elder and Enya exchange their thoughts.

<Background black>

Enya, I hope you will work to become the Saintess.
––Why?
For Karlan Trade to go further in Kjerag, we need a Saintess, and this is the perfect opportunity.
––Why?
Of course, things won't be so simple.
You and I know exactly what the other two clans are planning. But I believe that as soon as you are touched by the snow, you will pass the trials and become the Saintess.
Enya, I know you can do it.
––What if I don't want to?
––What if I fail?
......
Of all my arguments and doubts, I voiced not a single one.
Because I knew exactly how he would respond. Just as always.
You are a Silverash, Enya.

<Background 1>

[Enciodes walks by several Kjeragians. ]

Kjerag Commoner A : Dear, would you look at that. Isn't that Sir Enciodes?

Kjerag Commoner B : Impossible. Tomorrow is the day of the Holy Hunt. The Master is surely preparing his offerings to the Saintess, so why would he be patrolling his territory so early in the morning?
Wait, that really is Sir Enciodes!

Kjerag Commoner A : I heard it used to be forbidden to ride burdenbeasts to Mount Karlan.
Especially those seeking an audience with the Saintess. They had to keep their palms together, eyes on the ground, head bowed in prayer from the moment they left home.
Look at the Master now. Does he intend to follow the old tradition?

Kjerag Commoner B : Yeah, I've heard of that tradition before, but the Master... Even someone of his status intends to walk up the mountain one step at a time with his head bowed?

Kjerag Commoner A : What are you talking about? The Master is also a child of Kjeragandr. Don't tell me you're one of those Paleroche idiots who've forgotten the scriptures.

Kjerag Commoner B : What kind of fool do you take me for? That's not what I meant!
I'm just worried about the Master. You know as well as I do that the other two clans are insatiable. The Master proposed to return the Saintess to power, and they weren't too happy about that.
They are jealous of all the progress that the Master has brought, and even sabotaged one of our railways. I heard they're in bed together now, working to keep Kjerag sealed.

Kjerag Commoner A : They wouldn't dare. Resorting to violence right before Kjeragandr's eyes would anger Her.

Kjerag Commoner B : Is there anything they wouldn't do?
Today, the Master is walking through the streets unarmed. Tomorrow, the three clans will be sending their forces up to the mountains to hunt. What kind of blasphemy could they possibly commit?

Kjerag Commoner A : Hush, you're going to invite misfortune if you keep talking like that! O Kjeragandr, please bless the Master with a safe journey!

Kjerag Commoner B : O Kjeragandr, please bless the Master with a safe journey!

Kjerag Noble : Enciodes, I didn't think we'd see any worshippers as devout as you in this day and age!

Weiss : My apologies, Mr. Pale. The Master is participating in an important ceremony and has to pray all the way there, so he cannot answer you right now.
But allow me to offer you my regards on his behalf.

Kjerag Noble : No worries, I am the one at fault. O Kjeragandr, please forgive me.
However, the road from Turicum to Karlan is long, and I'm afraid that others will be worried if they see Enciodes like this.

Weiss : Don't worry. The Master made up his mind to do this long ago.
We will protect him all the way.

Kjerag Noble : That's a relief. May Kjeragandr bless Silverash.

Weiss : May Kjeragandr bless you as well.

<Background 2>

[Enya chats with Kjarr (Kjeragandr). ]

Enya : It always feels like the beasts start panicking before the hunt even begins.

Kjarr : You can tell how the beasts are behaving just from looking out the window?

Enya : From the shifting of the snow.

Kjarr : That being said, make sure you watch your feet tomorrow on the day of the Holy Hunt.
The Great Elder is here.

Enya : Ugh. I have plenty of things to watch out for as it is.

<Background 3>

Great Elder : Are you ready, Enya?

Enya : I've prepared my luggage and my speech.
Don't worry, Great Elder, this isn't the first time I've done this ceremony.

Great Elder : This one will be unlike anything in the past.

Enya : I heard that Enciodes is coming to visit Kjeragandr.

Great Elder : It's good that he's willing to show piety at a time like this.
Silverash also ordered a number of idols from the Vine-Bead Court not long ago, and enshrined them in places that lacked them.

Enya : Did Enciodes really become so religious overnight?

Elder A : Saintess, whether or not his devotion is true is for Her to judge. It is not our place.
But, even those ignorant of Kjeragandr will be converted and pray to her after seeing a majestic aurora.
Looking at things this way, to become devout overnight is actually a manifestation of Her power.

Great Elder : Regardless of Enciodes's motivations, his conduct is beyond reproach.
As long he upholds the faith with his actions, then there is nothing for you to be concerned about, Saintess.
In the end, all the people of Kjerag must bow to thousands of years of tradition.

Enya : I hope so.

Great Elder : Enciodes aside, the other two clan leaders will head up the mountain and wait.
Since you will be accepting the transfer of power from the three clans, your speech will need to be more than just satisfactory.
Whether during the Holy Hunt or the ceremony itself, if you seem to display any sort of bias towards the three clans, people will immediately interpret that as a sign that a clan has gained or lost power.

Enya : I understand the significance of the bell that I hold, and have thought extensively about how to wield it.
There's just one more thing, the hunting longbow. Please allow me to use it.

Great Elder : Enya, you are familiar with the records of the previous Saintesses, and should know that the Saintess is not required to personally join the hunt. Were you planning to use this longbow at the ceremony initiating the Holy Hunt?

Enya : Although the Saintess is not required to personally join the hunt, it should not be an affront to Kjeragandr if she does so.

Great Elder : This has been the tradition in the Vine-Bead Court for thousands of years. You must not disregard your status, Saintess.
The Saintess must accept the offerings of the three clans on behalf of Kjeragandr, bestowing food upon Kjeragandr's children in Her place during the ceremony.
What would it mean if the Saintess hunted the prey with her own hands?
Besides, this isn't some kind of safari for your amusement.

Enya : You're right. In thousands of years, there has never been a precedent for the three clans to cede power to the Vine-Bead Court.
The transfer of power was originally meant to be a peacekeeping measure, but these days, turmoil wells up beneath Mount Karlan, and the land meant to be handed to the Saintess is being senselessly torn apart.
As if they are not afraid to blaspheme Kjeragandr.

Great Elder : Kjeragandr's children need the Saintess to appease Her anger and show Her that the pious hearts of the people of Kjerag have not changed for thousands of years.

Enya : Maybe what Kjeragandr needs is a Saintess who will convey her wrath.

Great Elder : Don't invite ill omens within the temple.

Enya : And in addition, "those who toil will hold power, and those who idle will suffer."
Though the three clans are supposedly ceding their power to the Saintess, it is not for the sake of handing over any true authority.
But in order to maintain the faith's standing, I cannot simply wait for the bounties of the three clans. I am not trying to portray them as incompetent, but rather leading by example.

Great Elder : If maintaining the faith's standing is what you care about, then it is impossible to speak of change.

Enya : Kjeragandr's children have already moved forward. The prayers they offer to Her are certainly different from what they were a thousand years ago.
And surely, She is not responding to them the same way She did a thousand years ago.

<Background 4>

Kjerag Commoner C : I heard that the Master set off from the old Silverash estate early in the morning and walked all the way here on his two feet, without resting or taking even a single sip of water.
Dad, let's fetch a bowl of water for him.

Kjerag Commoner D : To follow the old ways, he cannot eat, drink, or sleep the entire way there.

Kjerag Commoner C : But... it's already been a whole day, dad. Our town is only halfway to Mount Karlan.
He's about to leave, and the sun's going to set too. Who knows what kind of dangers are out there in the snow...

Kjerag Commoner D : Oh, he's coming...

「Silverash's team quietly passes through the street at dusk. Enciodes keeps his head bowed, his palms folded as he silently prays in the direction of Mount Karlan in the distance.
Those who hear his footsteps peek out from the windows curiously, leave their doorways, or stand on both sides of the street. 」

Kjerag Commoner C : Dad...
If I can't get him some water to drink... then I want to follow him to the foot of Mount Karlan.
I decided to follow the Master when he opened a factory to teach me about technology. Now that he is demonstrating his faith and going to worship at Mount Karlan, that makes me want to follow him all the more.

「Without a word, the people stand up, go down the stairs, and follow the Silverash guards into the snow. 」

After operation

Summary

The leaders of the three clans arrive at Karlan Square, taking part in the Holy Hunt's ceremonial vows.
As the advent of the Ceremony nears, each clan has their own ideas.

<Background 5A>

[As Enciodes walks through the passes of Mt. Karlan amidst the heavy snow alongside Matterhorn... ]

Enciodes : ......

Matterhorn : Sir, have some water.
You haven't had so much as a sip since yesterday. You still have a hunt later. This is too...

Enciodes : No need.

Matterhorn : But––

Enciodes : This is my decision.
Don't make me say this twice, Matterhorn.

[As the snow starts to subside... ]

Matterhorn : ......

[...Weiss approaches Matterhorn. ]

Weiss : Give it up, Matterhorn.
You know better than anyone how stubborn Sir Enciodes is. You knew he wouldn't accept, so why ask?

Matterhorn : I must at least try.
This is too... risky.

Weiss : Risk and opportunity are two sides of the same coin. It's always been this way for us.
All we have to do is listen to him.

[The snow gets heavier again. ]

Matterhorn : ......

Weiss : Phew...
It's cold. The snowstorm is getting stronger, isn't it?

<Background 6>

[Ratatos is waiting for Enciodes to arrive at the Karlan Square alongside Arctosz. ]

Ratatos : He's taking too long.
What a showy guy he must be to have the two other clans wait for him?

Arctosz : He's walking all the way here. That's not so bad, if you ask me.

Ratatos : What a surprise. You are commending him? From what I heard, Enciodes is enjoying quite the celebrity status on his way here.
Arctosz, you'd best be careful. Give it a few more days and Kjeragandr's most devout follower will be Enciodes instead of you.

Arctosz : Enough of your jabs, Ratatos.
I don't trust Enciodes, but if he does right thing, who am I to argue?
Now if you brought me here just to say this, you'll have to excuse me.

Ratatos : I don't have so much free time on my hands, Arctosz.
I just wanted to remind you.

Arctosz : Remind me? There's nothing I need you, of all people, to remind me of.

Ratatos : Are you sure about that?
Arctosz, bickering at each other isn't going to help either of us. Given the circumstances, our families have the strongest ties.

Arctosz : ......
I'm not the one who's bickering, Ratatos.
I don't like how you and Enciodes are always beating around the bush. I care about actions and nothing else.

Ratatos : You care about actions. Perfect, then.
Let's talk about the explosion two days ago.

Arctosz : What? Are you going to tell me that was the Browntails' doing? Hmph, I'm not falling for that. That's not your style.
Or are you trying to say you know who's behind it?

Ratatos : What if I tell you I really do...?

Arctosz : —You're not kidding?

Ratatos : Definitely not.
Why don't you take a guess who gave us a helping hand?

<Background black>

[Sciurus calls for Monch... ]

Sciurus : Monch, Monch!
Just where did she go...?!

[...and the Itra run towards her side. ]

Monch : Are you looking for me, Madame?

Sciurus : Do you really need to ask?!
You're usually pretty quick on your feet. Why're you wandering about like you're going to the park, now of all times?! I told you we must be ready for this hunt... Whatever, how are preparations going?
To tell you the truth, Monch, you're the most dependable warrior I have.
It's all down to you whether I can bring honor to the Browntail clan and get back at that bitch Ratatos!

Monch : ......
Madame, if I may speak my mind...

Sciurus : If you have something to say, say it!

Monch : Right.
As I see it, if you truly wish to impress Matriarch Ratatos with such a fine performance that she sees you in a new light, I'm afraid you should set your eyes on more than just the hunt.

Sciurus : I'm aware of that... but what else could I do?
Ratatos always has everything thought out well in advance. It's like she's not giving me any chances. Hmph, I'll admit she's a little smarter than me.
But I... I'm not useless either!
That's why you have to make sure you do your job well, no matter what it takes, Monch!
You and I will sap some of that stinking bitch's arrogance together! I will show her how amazing I can be!

Monch : ......
I understand how you feel about the Browntails, Madame.
But in that case, you should really set your eyes on more than just the hunt.

Sciurus : Tell me, then. What else could we do?

Monch : If you trust my judgment—

Sciurus : What're you talking about? If I don't trust you, who else could I trust?

Monch : ......
I appreciate your trust, Madame. So please leave this matter to me. I have a few ideas... but we need to be careful. It's not the right time to jump to conclusions.
As for you, Madame, to make sure everything goes well, please do not tell Sir Yucatan about this affair.

Sciurus : Not even Yucatan?
Right. He's always in the way, treating me like a little girl. He even tells on me to Ratatos. As if I don't know...
I'll leave everything to you, Monch! Don't disappoint me!

Monch : Of course. Please rest assured...
When all is said and done, I will make sure you will get your time in the limelight.

<Background 5B>

[Enya prays... ]

Enya : "The sound of the bell rings from Her purest soul. Those who love Her cast their heads down to listen, and Kjeragandr shines her countenance upon all Her faithful children."

[...just as a bell tolls. ]

Enya : —Listen. The bells of the hour have chimed.
You were almost late, Sir Enciodes.

[Enciodes made it to Enya's side. ]

Enciodes : I beg forgiveness.
The path of enlightenment is always a treacherous one. This, too, must be one of Kjeragandr's trials for the Silverashes.

Enya : You walked all the way from Turicum to Mount Karlan. It must have been an exhausting journey.
However... I hope you will find your right path forward.

Enciodes : With your blessings, Great Saintess, the path ahead is shrouded no more.
Even as we speak, I am making my way toward Kjeragandr's teachings.

Enya : ......
You have a fine way with words, Sir Enciodes.

Enciodes : You flatter me.
I am profoundly humbled to be welcomed by the Great Saintess herself.

Enya : With the pomp and circumstance of your entrance, I wouldn't dare to give you the cold shoulder, Sir Enciodes.

Enciodes : Where can I find the Great Elder, if I may ask?

Enya : The Great Elder is preparing for the ceremony. Such is why I'm here to receive you myself.
For this Holy Hunt, I shall follow Kjeragandr's will and stand alongside you to bring this ceremony to a successful conclusion.

Enciodes : You mean... you will personally take to the hunting grounds?
......

Enya : Do you too think my decision is a rash one, Sir Enciodes?

Enciodes : Not in the slightest.
I'm simply overcome with emotion. It seems you have come to realize the gravity of your position as leader of the three clans. It's a fortunate thing for Kjerag.

Enya : It's my responsibility.

Enciodes : ......

Enya : ......

Servant : Great Saintess, Sir Enciodes, the Holy Hunt will begin shortly. Please hurry.

Enya : It's nearly time.
Please come with me, Sir Enciodes.

Enciodes : After you, Great Saintess.

[Enya and Enciodes walks together to the Karlan Square. ]

Enya : ......
Sir Enciodes.

Enciodes : What is it?

Enya : Whether your path is right or wrong, Kjerag has its own path to follow.
No one can decide for all of Kjeragandr's children.

Enciodes : ......
I feel the same way...
Our merits are not for others to judge. Now that things have come to this, there is no reason for me to back away. With my actions...
—I did all that I could, nothing more.

<Background 6>

[Enya arrives at the square. ]

Enya : By Kjeragandr.
I, as Saintess, hereby declare.
I shall lead Kjerag's finest warriors to find and lay waste to all the Tschäggättä hiding in the mountains, so that Kjerag may have peace.

Arctosz : By Kjeragandr.
I, Arctosz, as always, will lead my warriors of the house of Paleroche, following the Saintess in her quest to find all Tschäggättä hiding in the mountains.
And to bring back the most magnificent prey.

Ratatos : By Kjeragandr.
I, Ratatos, as always, will lead my warriors of the house of Browntail, following the Saintess in her quest to hunt down all Tschäggättä hiding in the mountains.
And to bring back the most exquisite prey.

Enciodes : By Kjeragandr.
I, Enciodes, as always, will lead my warriors of the house of Silverash, following the Saintess in her quest to suppress all Tschäggättä hiding in the mountains.
And to bring back the most ferocious prey.

Enya : May our faith reach Kjeragandr, and may prosperity reach Kjerag.

Great Elder : May our faith reach Kjeragandr, and may prosperity reach Kjerag...

Tri-Clan Leaders : May our faith reach Kjeragandr, and may prosperity reach Kjerag.

Everyone in Attendance : —May our faith reach Kjeragandr, and may prosperity reach Kjerag!

Enya : Everyone, please check your equipment.
Let the hunt begin!

Operation story: BI-5

Before operation

Summary

The Doctor learns of some of Kjerag's history from Kjarr.
During the Holy Hunt, Enya is in conversation with Arctosz when a band of wild beasts comes savaging without warning. Enya is not just fearless in response, but dispatches them personally, wowing all.

<Background black>

The leader of men knelt before Kjeragandr and offered Her the highest regard. Thus asked:
"These lands are no longer masterless."
"All who live on these lands worship and revere Your Holiness."
"And so, please tell us, what is our name?"
And Kjeragandr answered:
"I have a name for thee. From this day, these lands shall be called Kjerag, and thou shalt be known as the children of Kjerag."
—"Kjeragandr," Page 2

<Background 1A>

[Arctosz is lost in his thoughts. ]

Arctosz : ......
............

Enya : Sir Arctosz.

Arctosz : —! I'm here. Your orders, Great Saintess?

Enya : No need to be so tense, Sir Arctosz. I don't eat people.

Arctosz : This is the first time you are participating in the Holy Hunt yourself, Saintess. I am not the only one. Take a look at the warriors around us. With you gracing our presence, we are all tense, eager to put on our best show!

Enya : As the Saintess, I believe participating in the Holy Hunt with the warriors of Kjeragandr my rightful duty.

Arctosz : You make a fine point!

Enya : Let's not talk about me. It seems something has been on your mind since the hunt began. If there is anything you would like to ask, please don't hesitate.

Arctosz : Haha... I guess I wasn't going to fool the Saintess.

Enya : If you don't mind, you can think of me as a friend.
And I, too, will think of you as a friend.

Arctosz : Great Saintess...
In my heart, I see you as a friend, Great Saintess.

Enya : In that case, let us talk as friends.

Arctosz : ......
Very well. Then, if I may speak my mind.
I want to know your thoughts on the whole transfer of powers affair?

Enya : How straightforward.

Arctosz : We are friends, after all.
When it comes to battle, the Paleroches are no less impressive than the Browntails and Silverashes. In subterfuge, though? We're no match for them.
Hiding machinations and manipulating others? It's not my style.

Enya : You are right...
However, my friend, you will have to forgive me.
Before I answer your question, I must first make sure of something.

Arctosz : Please, go on.

Enya : Sir Arctosz, you are a brave, loyal warrior.
I know you as a frank, straightforward individual, but I also know you nonetheless give your matters due consideration.
You say friends should not hide anything from one another. Let me be honest and get to the point.
—I would like to know why you have been so staunchly against Enciodes's plans to open up to the outside world?

Arctosz : I'm a ruffian, Saintess.
It doesn't matter how much Enciodes boasts about his so-called opening up and how attractive it all is. I don't care about windbaggery and lip service.
All I care is what he brings.
And I see him bringing waves of unfaithful foreigners gushing into our homes, the destruction of our lands and mountains in the name of expansion, and the children of Kjeragandr losing their faith after working in his territory.

Enya : ......

Arctosz : The things he brings to Kjerag are convenient. He rakes in lots of money and has built many big houses on the back of it. I know all that.
But if everyone takes after him and casts aside faith in the name of prosperity, what will become of our lands?
Kjeragandr ordered the Paleroches to protect Kjerag. As such, I, Arctosz, will not allow anyone to bring it to ruin, however they try!

Enya : Now I understand how you feel, Sir Arctosz...
In that case, it's time for me to answer your question too.
Sir Enciodes proposed to turn over all his core lands to me. It was so sudden that it caught me by surprise.

Arctosz : So you didn't know beforehand?

Enya : Indeed, I never expected him to make such a suggestion.
But––
......
I don't claim to know [sic] understand Sir Enciodes's thought process and how he arrived at the idea of turning all powers over to me. However, if we look at the outcome, I don't think this is a bad turn of events.

Arctosz : You mean...

Enya : At the Vine-Bead Court, I watch the masses pray to Kjeragandr day in and day out.
There is one thing that I understand better than Sir Enciodes, and that's the fact that Kjerag has not yet lost its faith.
I suppose, now that this decision has been made, whatever happens from here won't be so easily influenced by any one person.
The unexpected always comes to pass, no?
If Sir Enciodes hasn't thought of this before, then I must've thought too highly of him.

Arctosz : Fine... whatever the case for everything else, I trust your word on this.
......
To tell you the truth, Great Saintess, up until you just spoke, this conversation made me feel as though I had been talking to someone entirely other than the Saintess.
I guess I must be overthinking it.

Enya : ......
I'm saddened to hear how you feel about our conversation.
But I will never deny that Silverash is my name too.

Arctosz : ......

Enya : However, when I became the Saintess, I separated from the secular world. It was the same Sir Enciodes who stripped my name of meaning.

Arctosz : Great Saintess...

[A roar is heard from a distance. ]

Arctosz : We can't hold the beasts back any longer, huh...?
All hands, get ready to hunt!

<Background 2>

[The Karlan Square is lively with the Kjeragians' activities. ]

Merchant A : Saintess portraits, Saintess embroideries, Saintess sculptures!
The symbol of the Kjerag faith! What are you waiting for? Bring Kjeragandr's blessings home with you!

Doctor : What a huge crowd... / ...... / I wonder how things are going with Sharp.

Kjarr : Hey!

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : (Indescribable shrieking)

Kjarr : Whoa... that gave me a jump...

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Your hand's so cold!

Kjarr : Woke you up, huh?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : (Attacks reflexively)

Kjarr : Whoa, your hands are like ice...

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kjarr : What are you spacing out for? You've been standing there, not moving an inch.
Oh, did that scare you?

Doctor : I'm fine. / ...... / Scared me shitless!

Kjarr : Haha, you seem fine to me!
What are you looking at? Did you catch the Holy Hunt ceremony? Even the Saintess is joining the hunt this time. Everyone here's been looking forward to it!

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : How did this ceremony come about?

Kjarr : From what I heard, the Vine-Bead Court found in the scripts a couple centuries ago that this was the day Kjeragandr first appeared to us, and so they made this Kjerag's biggest festival.
As for what to do during the Ceremony...
You see how most people are just enjoying the festivities.
The Saintess has one other thing to do, though. She has to cleanse the Tschäggättä loot obtained during the Holy Hunt.
And the specifics of that process... You'll find out later.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : You don't seem all that excited to me.

Kjarr : Hmm, has anyone ever told you you're pretty sharp...?
It's true that I get to leave all my work behind at the Court and enjoy the festivities out here.
But I feel bad whenever I think about how much work the Saintess has, none of which I can help with, in any way.
Besides...
Oh, whatever. It's a festival. Let's not talk about that.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Anything fun you recommend?

Kjarr : Oh, you're asking just the right person.
There's probably not a lot of fun things to do... Aside from the markets, nearly everything has to do with Kjeragandr.
If you want to take this chance to learn more about Kjeragandr, though, there is no better time.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kjarr : Come, let me show you around~

<Background fades out and in>

Kjarr : This season every year, the devotees who teach and study at the academy come back to the Vine-Bead Court to preach or to give lessons about Kjeragandr.
Let's have a listen.

[A monk is telling the tale about Kjerag's matron goddess, Kjeragandr (who, unbeknownst to the Doctor, is the very person accompanying them). ]

Devotee : A millennium ago, our forebears angered Kjeragandr. She vowed to never again protect Kjerag, and a harsh winter befell our lands.
Every year, to calm Her fury, the Vine-Bead Court picked the girl with the purest soul to head skyward toward the mountaintop, carrying a bell that represents Her, until the young maiden sacrificed her soul to Her.
When She heard the cries of the one hundredth girl, Kjeragandr at long last forgave the people of Kjerag, and the cruel winters came to an end.
That was how Kjerag's first Saintess came to be.

[Kjarr does not seem to buy the tale (because she is the tale's very subject). ]

Kjarr : This again, huh...? Right, I read a different version of this story in the Vine-Bead Court's texts.

Doctor : A different version?

Every year, to calm Kjeragandr's fury, Kjerag chose a girl to be its Saintess, who was to sit atop Mount Karlan and pray until her death.
Kjeragandr is said to have appeared before the masses as a young girl, and so everyone believed that a maiden's pure soul could reach Her and beckon Her back to us.
This ritual continued for almost a hundred years. Over time, the people gradually turned against these unreciprocated rituals.
There was a rebellion against the Vine-Bead Court led by a small clan leader whose daughter was chosen to be the Saintess.
Many of the Vine-Bead Court's buildings were leveled, and many of its texts, kept since ancient times, were destroyed. Ever since, the Vine-Bead Court's understanding of its past has been wildly off the mark.
And the most dramatic thing about this turn of events is that the Saintess still climbed to the top of Mount Karlan that year, and Kjeragandr regained Her strength after a centuries-long slumber. Hearing the prayers of the Saintess, She awakened.
The signs of Her awakening were so obvious that the people immediately noticed. Their resistance against the Vine-Bead Court came to a close, just like that.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Sounds a lot more realistic.

Kjarr : Right? At the same time, it's also a lot more cruel.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Sounds like something you saw with your own eyes.

Kjarr : No, no, not at all. I only found the scripture at the Court by chance. It might be a record left behind by someone who was actually there. It could also be nothing more than pure nonsense.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kjarr : After all, Kjerag's snowy mounts are known to swallow men whole.

<Background 1A>

[Valais reports to Arctosz. ]

Valais : Sir! A large group of beasts has been spotted up ahead!
These beasts are unusually brutal. They're attacking our soldiers at the front right now!

Arctosz : They're just beasts! There's nothing to be afraid of!
All of you, stay here and protect the Saintess. Keep your formation and do not panic. Valais, you stay here too.
Everyone else, come with me. We'll back up our brothers up ahead!

Enya : Sir Arctosz, wait!

Arctosz : Great Saintess?

Enya : I will come with you.

Valais : But, Great Saintess, your safety...

Arctosz : Valais is right. Your safety is what's important here. Please wait for us here. The Paleroche warriors will protect you!

Enya : I...

Ratatos : Wait up, Arctosz!

Arctosz : Ratatos...? What are you doing here? I thought the Browntails and the Silverashes were supposed to take their hunts elsewhere?

Ratatos : The Silverashes have left already, but something doesn't seem right about all this. I was going to come give you a heads up before we split... but it looks like there's no need for that anymore.

Arctosz : What do you mean by that?

Enya : You mean the unusual pack of beasts up ahead, Madame Ratatos?

Ratatos : Fine observation, Great Saintess.
I don't know the specifics... but I have a bad feeling about this. I only hope that no one is trying to pull anything funny during an occasion as dignified as the Holy Hunt, let alone putting on a show.

Sciurus : ......

Ratatos : Anyway, we should be more careful. For the first time ever, the Saintess is personally gracing us with her presence during a hunt.

Enya : ......
You're exaggerating things, Madame Ratatos.
You do have a point, though. Since I am here, I must stand alongside our brave warriors, instead of cowering in the face of danger.
Please, the situation is urgent. Let us talk on the way.

Arctosz : Well then!
How fortunate is Kjerag that you feel this way, Great Saintess! I won't stop you! Valais, lead the way!

Valais : Yessir!

[Valais heads out with the Paleroche clan's warriors. ]

Sciurus : ......
(Why aren't you here yet, Monch?! The Saintess doesn't personally join the Holy Hunt every day! We have to seize the opportunity to take care of as many beasts in front of her as we can!)
(But... what if we hurt the Saintess by accident...?)
(Argh, whatever! It's not like that bitch Ratatos would do anything! Worst case, I'll own up to it!)
(You must take this chance, Monch!)

<Background 1B>

[The Kjeragian warriors are fighting off the wild beasts, who were surprisingly more ferocious than expected and starts to overwhelm the warriors. ]

Old Kjerag Warrior : How can these beasts be so fearless?!
This definitely isn't normal...

Young Kjerag Warrior : Here I thought the beasts in the mountains would be scared stiff with the Saintess joining us.
Looks like things aren't that simple. Guess the Saintess isn't really all that.

Old Kjerag Warrior : Watch your mouth! The Saintess isn't for you to discuss so nonchalantly!
Think about what will happen if Sir Arctosz catches you complaining!

Young Kjerag Warrior : Fine, fine. I get it! He'd chew me out if he heard...

[The old warrior struck down a beast... ]

Old Kjerag Warrior : As long as you know... Wait, watch out behind—

[...but another is spotted behind the young warrior... ]

Young Kjerag Warrior : —!

??? : Get down!

「A silver arc of light pierces the raging snowstorm before the beast is able to let out its chilling cry.
With the beast's icy fangs mere inches away, its warm, stinking blood is splattered all over the warrior's face.
Slowly, the Kjerag Saintess sets her hand down from her bowstring as she walks toward the source of the commotion. Just as the texts described, she is accompanied by both Browntail and Paleroche fighters. 」

"She is the Kjeragandr's vicar on Terra. She is Kjeragandr's supreme emissary on the mountaintop."
The girl walks forward.
Even the snowfall comes to a halt in her presence.

[Enya, who killed the beast herself, checks on the young warrior. ]

Enya : Are you hurt?

Young Kjerag Warrior : The... The Saintess...

Enya : The danger is yet to pass. Stand up, young warrior.
Warriors of Kjeragandr, raise your weapons! Join me in fending off these beasts and completing the challenge posed to us by Kjeragandr!

Young Kjerag Warrior : ......
Yes!
For... For the Saintess!

[The warriors cheer for Enya. ]

Kjerag Warriors : For the Saintess!

After operation

Summary

Coming off the unsuccessful attempt on Enciodes's life, and in the dire moment, Monch chooses to jump off a cliff.
None of this seems to take Enciodes at all by surprise, however. The Grand Ceremony is about to commence.

<Background 3>

Gnosis : Are all the preparations in place?

Monch : Yes.
......
Sir Gnosis!
May I ask you a question...?

Gnosis : Now this is rare. This might be the first time you've asked me anything.
Go ahead.

Monch : If I may be so bold.
I'm afraid that the Browntails might get caught up in the investigation that follows, if we go through with our plan.
I... I'm just worried that, now that you and the Browntails have formed an alliance, wouldn't it be detrimental to your plan if anything should happen to the Browntails?

Gnosis : I've considered that, but it doesn't matter. What becomes of the Browntails isn't important. This is a rare opportunity, and I do not want it to go to waste.
At the same time, I hope you'll know to save your own skin.
Should worst come to pass, you needn't think about the Browntails. I know Enciodes. If your testimony is useful to him, he won't harm you. At least for the time being.
And when the time comes, I will send men to ensure your safety.

Monch : Sir Gnosis! I...

Gnosis : What's the matter?
If you are having any second thoughts, we can bring others to execute this plan in your stead.

Monch : No...! Please, let me do it!
Whatever your orders, Sir Gnosis...
Your wish is my command.

<Background 1A>

[Under Enya's encouragement, the Kjerag warriors managed to dispatch the beasts. ]

Old Kjerag Warrior : We've taken care of all the beasts now!
Some of the young'uns got a few scratches here and there. Nothing major at all... It's all thanks to you, Great Saintess!

Enya : I haven't done anything. Rather, all of you have admirably demonstrated your courage in battle. I am sure Kjeragandr is proud of all of you, Her soldiers.

Old Kjerag Warrior : Y-You flatter us!

Young Kjerag Warrior : Great Saintess!

Enya : Hm? You're... the one from earlier...

Young Kjerag Warrior : Right, it's me. Thank you for saving my life just now!

Arctosz : Great Saintess! That was far too risky!
Nonetheless, I have to thank you for saving this runt!

Enya : We are all children of Kjeragandr, and it's only natural for me to save one of my own.

Young Kjerag Warrior : Great Saintess...!

Ratatos : That was truly a fine shot. I didn't know you were such a capable archer...

Enya : The Saintess must be able to protect the people of the Snow Realm. This is hardly worth mentioning.

Arctosz : You're too humble! With your shot just now, your marksmanship most definitely rivals even that of Kjerag's finest archers!

[Several warriors rushes to Enya, Arctosz, and Ratatos. ]

Kjerag Warriors : Great Saintess! Sir Arctosz, Madame Ratatos!
T-This is bad!

Ratatos : What are you babbling about? How is any of this bad?
You're one of the Silverashes? What's the matter? Don't tell me you were ambushed by beasts and Enciodes is looking for our help.

Kjerag Warriors : N-No, not beasts!

Arctosz : Then what is it? Out with it!

Kjerag Warriors : Y-Yes! Sir Enciodes was ambushed by an assassin!

Enya : —!

Ratatos : What did you just say...?—Enciodes was ambushed? Somebody's so bold to make a move on him during the Holy Hunt?

Arctosz : Half of you, stay here to protect the Saintess. Stay alert.—The rest of you, come with me!

Ratatos : Wait, Arctosz, are you out of your mind?
What are you doing? Are you going to his aid? Before we even mention whether Enciodes really needs it or not, considering the circumstances... Have you really thought it through?

Arctosz : There's nothing to think through, Ratatos.
I know what you are thinking, but it doesn't matter to me one bit whether Enciodes is really turning over a new leaf or is just putting on a show. I, Arctosz, won't permit anyone to make trouble during the Holy Hunt!
—Generation after generation, my family has sworn to defend Kjerag, and that includes the integrity of the Holy Hunt!

[Arctosz leaves with his warriors... ]

Ratatos : Can't keep your cool, can you... Whatever, let's see where this kindness of yours will get us.

[...with Ratatos following. ]

Enya : ......
Enciodes...

<Background fades out and in>

Kjerag Warriors : Sir Enciodes! You're bleeding... Are you hurt?!

Enciodes : I'm fine. No need to panic.

Kjerag Warriors : But you're injured!

Enciodes : It's nothing major.
Fine stealth techniques. You caught me unaware... though I suppose it was careless of me to assume no one would make trouble during the Holy Hunt.

??? : ......

Enciodes : What's the matter? Not going to show yourself?
If you had the courage to do this on such an occasion, surely you knew what a great disrespect it was to Kjeragandr.
Come now. Did you not consider this?

??? : You can stop taunting me...

[The assassin reveals themselves to be Monch. ]

Monch : If I'm brave enough to do this, of course I've considered the consequences.
Enciodes, if I don't make it out of these hunting grounds today, you're coming down with me!

Enciodes : Looks like you are truly determined.

Monch : That goes without saying!
Enciodes, you act like a devout follower, but you don't have even the tiniest bit of veneration for Kjeragandr. All of us can see the damage you've brought to Kjerag!

Enciodes : It's not often that someone says as much to me outright. There aren't that many in Kjerag who bear such a great grudge against me these days, after all.
For you to criticize me like that, I must have done something to harm your profits... or perhaps you are a truly devout, even radical follower...
Now which is it?

Monch : Do you think I'd just tell you?

Kjerag Warriors : Sir Enciodes, watch out!

[A Silverash clan warrior tries to stop Monch, but she took him out. ]

Monch : Out of my way!

Enciodes : Regrettable.
You had these berserk beasts prepared in advance, didn't you? I don't have many guards accompanying me during the Holy Hunt, and it's indeed a good chance to strike while they are preoccupied.
And yet... it looks like you've wasted your one chance.

Monch : Are you mocking me?
You're hurt. It doesn't matter how lightly you make out your injuries, you can't fool me!
Your movement is starting to get sluggish, isn't it? I just have to land one more hit and...

Enciodes : Despite the circumstances?
Now that we're facing off in the open, how confident are you in landing a fatal shot?

Monch : Tsk...
Let's find out, shall we?

[Monch fires at Enciodes, who deflected the shots with his sword cane. ]

Monch : Dammit... You can block arrows with that cane?
Are you screwing with me?!

Enciodes : Please don't get the wrong idea. It is not my intention to look down on you.
You came well-prepared, and you have an excellent plan. However, all plans must face be[sic] put into motion, and they rarely survive contact with the enemy.
My hope is that everything can be solved by diplomacy, but one of my companions possesses exactly that level of violence. Thanks to her, I understand violent people well.

Kjerag Warrior? : ......

Monch : What are you talking about?!

Enciodes : Still not showing your true face? Or am I mistaken?

Kjerag Warrior? : ......

[Sharp reveals himself before Enciodes and Monch, disguised as one of the Silverashes' warriors all the time. ]

Sharp : ......
It's a little hard to slice through an arrow after all.

Monch : You—!

Sharp : But that's just part of the job, Mr. Enciodes.
So, will you two keep the fight up?

Enciodes : That is not for me to decide.

Monch : ......

Enciodes : Giving up is the best course of action here. At the very least, no lives will be lost.

Monch : You can drop the kind act. It disgusts me.
You want to get information from me, don't you? You want to know who it is that wants your life.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background fades out>

Gnosis : I've considered that, but it doesn't matter. What becomes of the Browntails isn't important. This is a rare opportunity, and I do not want it to go to waste.
At the same time, I hope you'll know to save your own skin.
Should worst come to pass, you needn't think about the Browntails. I know Enciodes. If your testimony is useful to him, he won't harm you. At least for the time being.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background fades in>

Monch : I...

<Background fades out>

??? : Monch, Monch!
Where'd you go! Come help take a look at my plan. This one will show Ratatos, for sure!
Oh, Monch, I knew you had my back. Everyone else's always calling me dumb. Hah, they think I don't know...
Monch, tell me. Do you think I make something of the Browntails? I can, right? Right...? Yep! I knew you wouldn't lie to me!
Monch...!

<Background fades in>

Monch : ......
—I won't let you!

「Her movement is swift as always, as though she is leaping across a river, and as though she is leaping off a tree.
In an instant, her black figure springs off the ground, before falling and disappearing below the cliffs. 」

Sharp : She leapt off...

Enciodes : An unexpected choice.
You didn't stop her.

Sharp : That's not part of my mission.
You don't seem so surprised either.

Enciodes : There aren't many who can properly set up the pieces on the hunting grounds. If we search for evidence, we're bound to find some.
Of course, having a witness would've saved us some trouble... Though whether the witness is alive or dead doesn't actually matter all that much.

Sharp : Your underlings are absent...

Enciodes : Perhaps they are tied up with the beasts running amok.
About that, please be sure to thank the Doctor for me.

Sharp : ......

Matterhorn : Master!

Enciodes : What's the situation?

Matterhorn : All taken care of. Some of our men are hurt, but nothing major.
I just got some news from Weiss—
Sharp? What are you doing here...?

Sharp : I'm on a mission.

Matterhorn : Doctor's orders? Did the Doctor anticipate this...?

Sharp : ......
How did you know it was me?

Enciodes : It's not that hard at all.
I already told you. I'm very familiar with warriors who can break a deadlock.

Arctosz : Enciodes!
Are you alright? Where's the assassin?!

Sharp : ......

[Sharp excuses himself. ]

Enciodes : Arctosz, I never expected to see you here. Perhaps this is a portent of the Silverashes and Paleroches finally burying the hatchet?

Arctosz : Pfft! I'm here, but that's got nothing to do with you!
I'm only here to flush out the underhanded lowlife who dared to disrupt Kjeragandr's Grand Ceremony! They will pay for this!

Enciodes : You are truly Kjeragandr's most faithful follower, Arctosz.
I'm afraid you came too late, though.

Arctosz : What do you mean? You would never let an assassin go. Where are you hiding him?
Wait, this cliff... Don't tell me...!

Enciodes : Exactly, Arctosz. My men will look for any traces of her.
Let's continue our hunt.

Arctosz : There's blood on the ground. Are you hurt?

Enciodes : It's nothing major.

Matterhorn : Master, we must treat your wounds immediately!
We must... We must at least stop the bleeding!

Enciodes : We're getting back to the hunt.
I refuse to ruin Kjeragandr's ceremony.

Matterhorn : ......

Enciodes : Send the word out that all is well.

Matterhorn : Of course.

「Before everyone's eyes, the young head of the Silverash clan takes a step forward.
The snow blows all around him, scattering as he gazes upward. There is not a single scripture that describes such a sight.
The patches of red behind him gradually turn fainter in color, before finally leaving nothing but pure white that blends into the mountainous scenery.
No one can stop him. No one dares to. 」

[... ]

「Enciodes keeps walking straight ahead. 」

BI-ST-3: One Mindless Move

Summary

In the midst of the Ceremony, Enciodes points a finger at the other two clans' dishonest schemes.
The masses stand on Enciodes's side, and by Sharp's aid, the heads of the other two clans flee in disgrace.

<Background 1>

Kjerag Civilian A : What? Sir Enciodes was attacked in the mountains yesterday?!

Kjerag Civilian B : Huh? Is that true?

Kjerag Warrior : Of course it's true. Sir Arctosz had General Gulo rush people over to report to the Great Elder.
The other nephew of my third uncle came back with General Gulo.
They arrived just now, and I heard the news from him.

Kjerag Civilian A : What a good lad. Now that's some big news!

Kjerag Warrior : Heh!

Kjerag Civilian B : But, who would be so foolhardy as to attack Sir Enciodes? On his way to the Holy Hunt, no less!

Kjerag Civilian A : Do you think it could've been a Tschäggättä?

Kjerag Civilian C : How the hell could've it been a Tschäggättä? Didn't we already say a person did it?
If you ask me, it must've been the doing of the Paleroches or the Browntails.
They tried so hard to suppress the Silverashes, saying something about how Sir Enciodes had trampled upon our teachings.
But who knows, maybe they were really after the Silverash clan's land.

Kjerag Warrior : I wouldn't go around making spurious claims like that.

Kjerag Civilian C : Spurious? Do you have any idea how much Silverash land the Browntail clan gobbled up after Sir Enciodes left Kjerag to study abroad?

Kjerag Civilian B : ......

Kjerag Civilian C : Now that Sir Enciodes has had a change of heart and took the initiative to show favor to the Saintess, the other two clans are panicking because they no longer have an excuse to keep the Silverashes down.

Kjerag Civilian A : Well...

Kjerag Warrior : Wh-Who do you belong to?!

Kjerag Civilian C : I'm with the Browntail clan. So what?

Kjerag Warrior : You're a Browntail? How can you say those things about your own clan?!

Kjerag Civilian C : Because I've been working down in the valley for so long, I honestly feel that Sir Enciodes has been wronged!
Sir Enciodes has brought so many good things to Kjerag, but has been kept down in the Tri-Clan Council.
Even now after he has offered to return to the government and taken the initiative to repair his relationship with the Vine-Bead Court and the Saintess, look how they treat him.
Even if you're a Paleroche, does that not make your conscience ache?

Kjerag Warrior : You...

Kjerag Civilian A : You have a point...

Kjerag Civilian B : That's right. No matter what the circumstances are, an attack on Sir Enciodes is simply going too far.

Kjerag Civilian A : Besides, to do it during a ceremony as important as the Holy Hunt is also a grave insult to Kjeragandr.

Kjerag Civilian C : Exactly! No matter what the facts are regarding this situation, there must be some kind of explanation!

Kjerag Civilian B : You said it.

Kjerag Civilian A : That's right, the perpetrator must be found!

<Background fades out and in>

Kjarr : What's wrong? Didn't sleep well last night? You don't look so good.

Doctor : Enciodes ended up running into trouble after all.

Kjarr : Mm. Word of it has spread, and everyone's talking about.
I can see that many people are already demanding an explanation for this matter.
Judging from the look on your face, did you not expect this at all?

Doctor : It's precisely because I DID expect it.

Kjarr : Huh? Then what's got you in a twist?
Gnosis doesn't see eye to eye with Enciodes, and he's been plotting to overthrow him since they parted ways.
You didn't think Enciodes would leave himself so open, nor did you want to interfere in the affairs of the three clans, so you came to the ceremony as a guest.
I'm just talking about superficial appearances here. From that angle, that is how the situation seems, right?

Doctor : Everyone has a skewed understanding of the situation. / Not necessarily.

Kjarr : I don't have a clue what goes on in that head of yours all day.
But I feel like you've infected me into enjoying thinking about these things, so let's do just that.
Hmm... Since Enciodes used to be good friends with Gnosis and we know the latter to be a crafty man, he must've been prepared for Gnosis's betrayal from the very beginning.
But he was attacked anyway, and it became a pretty big deal...
In other words, he engineered this situation to become more sympathetic in the eyes of the public?
But, what exactly does this accomplish?
Right now, the Holy Hunt party should be on its way back.
Shortly, the Grand Ceremony come to its final ritual, including the ceremonial crowning of the Saintess.
If he can catch the perpetrator at the ceremony, that'll increase people's faith in Enciodes... but that's it, right?

Doctor : Actually, there's another possibility.

Kjarr : What would that be?

Doctor : It's just a possibility. / You'll find out soon enough.

<Background 2>

Great Elder : The Saintess shot and killed the prey herself during the Holy Hunt?

Elder A : Yes.

Great Elder : And news of the attack on Enciodes has already spread among the people.

Elder B : Yes.

Elder A : Not only that, but a number of people are demanding that the perpetrator be punished before the coronation ceremony.

Elder C : To injure a countryman during the Holy Hunt is to gravely disrespect Kjeragandr. Of course this deserves punishment!

Elder B : But, this is still the Saintess's coronation ceremony.

Elder A : Both of you bring up good points... Great Elder, your judgment?

Great Elder : ......
Given Enciodes's superb abilities, there is little chance that the mastermind behind this will not be sniffed out, regardless of who it is––
If only things were that simple.

Elder A : Please do explain, Great Elder.

Great Elder : The Saintess's behavior has gone increasingly out-of-line, yet Enciodes's response has been quite uncharacteristic.
What are those siblings planning?

Elder A : What does the Great Elder mean by "those siblings?"

Great Elder : No, there is no possibility of any collusion between the two.
But perhaps, this is the Silverash blood that runs through their veins––

Kjerag Warrior : Everyone, the Elders, the Great Elder, and the Saintess's teams are about to arrive.

Great Elder : Enough. Let's go to meet the Saintess.

<Background 1>

[Enya, Arktos, Ratatos, and Enciodes arrives at the Karlan Square. ]

Kjerag Civilian A : Hurry, it's the Holy Hunt party!

Kjerag Civilian B : Look, Sir Enciodes's wounds have been bandaged!

Kjerag Civilian C : The rumors were true after all!

Kjerag Civilian A : Great Saintess, please deliver justice for Sir Enciodes!

Kjerag Civilian B : Find the perpetrator who sabotaged the Holy Hunt!

Kjerag Noble A : Matriarch Ratatos and Sir Arctosz appear ill at ease.

Kjerag Noble B : Might they be connected in some way to this incident?

[The Great Elder arrives. ]

Kjerag Civilian A : The Great Elder is here!

Kjerag Civilian B : The Vine-Bead Court must uphold justice for Sir Enciodes!

Kjerag Civilian C : We won't accept this ceremony if you just try to sweep things under the rug and move on!

Enciodes : My friends, I am very grateful for your concern.
Though the perpetrator has not been found yet, it is only a matter of time.
For now, let us first prioritize the ceremony.
What say you, Saintess?

Enya : As Sir Enciodes is so faithful to Kjeragandr, I have no objections.

Great Elder : Then, children of Kjeragandr, know that this year's ceremony holds a different meaning.
The proposal by the head of the Silverash clan, Enciodes, to have the Saintess restored to power passed the previous Tri-Clan Council, and this was announced throughout our territory.
And today, on the day of Kjerag's grandest celebration, we hold the coronation ceremony for the Saintess.
This will also be the last ceremony that I preside over.
Kjeragandr gave Her own flesh to the Paleroche clan, making the land fertile so that the people of Kjerag would go hungry no longer.

[Arctosz looks at Valais... ]

Arctosz : Valais.

Valais : Sir.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 3>

??? : I am a researcher. Even should I lie, I would never lie about my research.
You may distrust the results of my analysis, yet you still hold onto my sample from back then.
You can use it as an experiment, to verify the things that I said.
Or, are you ready to accept this 'truth?'
Do you truly believe that your father died for "blaspheming Kjeragandr?"

Valais : ......

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

「Valais respectfully brings forth a cup of wine.
This cup represents a bountiful harvest. 」

Arctosz : I offer this wine made from nourishing grain to Kjeragandr, so that we may be blessed with a bountiful harvest next year.

「The Great Elder receives the wine and drinks it in one gulp. 」

Arctosz : As head of the Paleroche clan, I, Arctosz Paleroche, pay the highest tribute to Kjeragandr.

Enya : Your prayers will surely reach Kjeragandr.

Great Elder : Kjeragandr gave Her own hide to the Browntail clan, making the forests lush and full of beast-life so that the people of Kjerag would no longer succumb to the cold.

[Ratatos looks at Yucatan... ]

Ratatos : Yucatan.

Yucatan : Matriarch.

「Yucatan respectfully brings forth a scarf.
This scarf represents comfort and good health. 」

Ratatos : I offer this cloth knit from warming fur to Kjeragandr, so that we may be blessed with comfort and good health next year.

「The Great Elder takes the scarf and drapes it across the Saintess. 」

Ratatos : As head of the Browntail clan, I, Ratatos Browntail, pay the highest tribute to Kjeragandr.

Enya : Your prayers will surely reach Kjeragandr.

Great Elder : Finally, Kjeragandr gave Her own bones to the Silverash clan, making the mountains rich with metal so that the people of Kjerag could forge tools and weapons.

[Enciodes looks at Matterhorn... ]

Enciodes : Matterhorn.

Matterhorn : Sir.

「Matterhorn respectfully brings forth a small knife.
This small knife represents peace. 」

Enciodes : I offer this weapon of refined ore to Kjeragandr, so that we may be blessed with peace next year.

「The Great Elder takes the knife and hands it to the Saintess with both hands. 」

Enciodes : As head of the Silverash clan, I, Enciodes Silverash, pay the highest tribute to Kjeragandr.

Enya : Your prayers will surely reach Kjeragandr.

Great Elder : Next––

[Weiss rushes to the ceremonial ground, interrupting the ritual. ]

Weiss : Master, the perpetrator has been found.

Enciodes : Great Elder, now that the perpetrator has been found, I know not whether to continue the ceremony or interrogate the perpetrator.

<Background 4>

Kjerag Civilian A : This perpetrator must be brought to justice!

Kjerag Civilian B : That's right! The perpetrator must be punished!

<Background 1>

Great Elder : Since the people worry about this matter, bring the perpetrator.

Enciodes : Very well.
Come.

[Monch is brought before the attendees and then surrounded by Kjeragian warriors as precaution. ]

Ratatos : ......!

[fades out and in ]

[Sciurus (who gave Monch the order) and Yucatan are surprised to see Monch being the assassin. ]

Sciurus : (Monch?!)
(What's going on? Why is Monch in custody? D-Does this have something to do with the assassination attempt?!)
(Dammit, that idiot!)

[Sciurus is distressed to see her plan failing, which Yucatan notices. ]

Yucatan : (Wait, Rus, what are you doing?!)

Great Elder : Assassin who dares disrupt the Holy Hunt, state your name.

Monch : ......

Great Elder : Why... *could* *cough*... would you seek to take Sir Enciodes's life?

Monch : ......
I kill what needs to die.

Great Elder : ......
Assassin, keeping your mouth shut will not spare your life.
Your sacrilege against Kjeragandr during a sacred ceremony is a sin that must be punished accordingly.
Know that if you persist, then by the Commandments, I can order your execution on the spot!

Monch : ......

Great Elder : Fine. Then you shall be dealt with according to the Commandments.

[The Kjeragian warriors stand ready to execute Monch under the Great Elder's command. ]

Great Elder : Even if you choose not to speak, your identity will not be difficult to uncover.

Monch : ......

Sciurus : Wait, hold on!

Monch : ––!

Yucatan : Sciurus!

[Before Sciurus could admit that she is the mastermind, Yucatan holds her back. ]

Sciurus : Yucatan, what are you doing? Let go of me!
Monch is one of my people! I won't let you hurt her!

Great Elder : Is this true, Sciurus?

Ratatos : ...Sciurus! You get back here this instant!
This isn't the time or place to be fooling around. Yucatan, get your wife under control!

Yucatan : ...Rus, you don't understand the situation. Let's not make a scene here, alright?
Come, over here, by me.

Sciurus : What am I not understanding? And I am not making a scene!
They're all like that. If I didn't speak up, they would've condemned Monch as an assassin!
I—

Ratatos : Silence!!

Sciurus : ––!
Ratatos, I...

Monch : ......

Great Elder : Looks like that saves us the trouble of identifying the assassin.
Detain Sciurus.

[The warriors take Sciurus into custody. ]

Sciurus : W-Wait, why are you arresting me?!
I'm telling you, I never had Monch do anything of the sort! Someone must be trying to frame us!

Ratatos : ......
Great Elder, surely it cannot be appropriate to use force against a member of the Browntail clan solely due to the words of an insignificant person who knows nothing of the situation.
As you can see, my stupid little sister could not possibly seek to assassinate Sir Enciodes, for she clearly lacks the brain cells to do so.

Sciurus : Hey, what are you trying to say?!

Ratatos : I told you to shut up!
(...Sciurus, know your place.)

Sciurus : ......

Great Elder : What, you mean to say that your sister has been deceived, Ratotos[sic]? Do you not find something unusual about that?

Ratatos : Very perceptive, Great Elder.

Great Elder : *cough* *cough*... Enciodes... *cough*... What do you think?

Enciodes : Ratatos has always treated me kindly. and I have always trusted her. Even if we have our differences, I believe she would not resort to such drastic measures.

Ratatos : ......

Enciodes : Ratatos, I have no reason to believe you to be of so little faith as to behave in such a manner during a celebration of Kjeragandr.
While my well-being is of little consequence, this disrespect to Kjeragandr cannot be tolerated.

Ratatos : What do you mean by that?

Enciodes : Now that we know that the perpetrator is a member of the Browntail clan, no one will believe the empty rhetoric that the Browntails have nothing to do with this matter.
Without providing some concrete evidence, or turning over the real perpetrator, even if I am willing to turn the other cheek... I'm afraid that the house of Browntail will be hard-pressed to convince the public.

Ratatos : ......

「Ratatos feels that she can understand the man's meaning, but the buzzing of those words inside her ears... is far too thunderous to bear.
The entire ceremony is awash with turmoil. She has never once felt the gaze of the surrounding people in such a way before - full of distrust and hostility, like barbs in her back.
Sciurus also seems to be saying something to her, and not in her usual sharp shouts, her lips are silently quivering.
Ratatos can tell from a glance what her voiceless words are. In the past, the two of them played similar tricks without the notice of adults.
Her sister says:
"But, I just wanted to do something for the Browntail clan!" 」

Ratatos : ......

Enciodes : Great Elder, what is your opinion?

Great Elder : *cough*... Your words ring true, Enciodes... *cough* *cough*...

Enciodes : Great Elder, is there something wrong?

Great Elder : I'm fine... *gurgle*...

Devotee : Great Elder, what's happening?!

Great Elder : ......

[The Great Elder collapses as he spits noxious liquid from his mouth. ]

Devotee : There's some green liquid coming from the Great Elder's lips... He's been poisoned!
Someone poisoned the Great Elder!

Enya : Let me see.

Devotee : Stay back, Saintess! There may be other poison!

Enya : I'm not afraid.

[Enya tries to cure the Great Elder with her Arts, but have little effect. ]

Enya : No... the poison is too potent and is suppressing my healing Arts. I can only barely maintain the Great Elder's life for a while.

Devotee : Who would poison the Great Elder?! And, when...
Wine! It must've been that cup of wine that Arctosz offered to the Great Elder!

Enya : Bring the cup!

Devotee : H-Here it is!

[Enya checks the wine cup from which the Great Elder drank the wine given by the Paleroches. ]

Enya : Without a doubt... there are traces of poison.

Arctosz : That's impossible!

Enciodes : ...So that's your game.
Arctosz, I never could've imagined that you would dare poison the Great Elder in your bid to take over Kjerag!

Arctosz : What?! What reason would I possibly have to poison the Great Elder?!

Enciodes : Hmph. The Paleroche clan has always been on good terms with the Vine-Bead Court, but you leveraged this relationship to gain many privileges throughout Kjerag. The people gathered here are all witnesses to that.
Over these years, you have used this privilege to suppress me, something I endure to this day. You have all seen this with your own eyes.
And now, even as I have compromised by proposing to return temporal power to the Saintess, you still have to terrorize the house of Silverash.
Once the Saintess holds all the power and the three clans are equal under her leadership, will the Paleroche clan still enjoy its privileges as it does now?
Perhaps because the Great Elder was no longer willing to support you, you then chose to contact Madame Sciurus, plotting the scheme unfolding before our very eyes.
Madame Sciurus was responsible for assassinating me, you would poison the Great Elder, and the two of you would take advantage of the situation to seize power in Kjerag... Not a bad plan, Arctosz.

Arctosz : You dare slander me, Enciodes!

Enciodes : Slander?
It is a fact that your clan is on good terms with the Vine-Bead Court. It is a fact that the Browntail clan is now allied with yours. It is a fact that the Elders agreed to return temporal power to the Saintess.
And as of now, it is a fact that you poisoned the Great Elder.
I would ask all of you present to pass judgment – am I the one who slanders, or is Arctosz the one who deceives?!

<Background 4>

Kjerag Civilian A : But... Sir Arctosz isn't that kind of person...

Kjerag Civilian B : Sir Enciodes was injured during the Holy Hunt, and a Browntail was responsible. Now, Arctosz poisoned the Great Elder. What is there to doubt?

Kjerag Civilian C : I can't believe I had such a wrong impression of Arctosz! I never thought he was faking his piety all these years!

Kjerag Civilian A : ...I refuse to believe it!

Kjerag Civilian B : Wake up already!

<Background 1>

[Enciodes give the order for the Silverash clan's warriors... ]

Enciodes : Pin down the murderer and Madame Sciurus.

[...and one holds down Sciurus. ]

Silverash Clan Warrior : Right away.

Sciurus : Get your hands off me, you bastard!

Yucatan : Sciurus!
Matriarch...!

Ratatos : Wait––

[Suddenly the warrior holding Sciurus is struck by an icy projectile... ]

Silverash Clan Warrior : Guh...

[...incapacitating him. ]

Matterhorn : Who's there?!

Weiss : Ice Arts, and from such a long range? Could it be––

<Background 4>

Kjerag Noble A : Who is it?!

Kjerag Noble B : Look over there!

??? : Warriors, it's time to rescue your clan leader.

[Several warriors move in under the attacker's command, who turned out to be Gnosis. ]

Kjerag Noble A : That's... Gnosis! Why is he here, and, why are the Browntails with him?!

Kjerag Noble B : I haven't heard from him since he was blacklisted from Karlan Trade. From the looks of things, he's defected to the Browntail clan?!

<Background 1>

[Gnosis walks to the ceremonial grounds. ]

Gnosis : Enciodes, you've gone to such great lengths to paint yourself as some pious victim, making your high-and-mighty proclamations atop that stage of yours. Have you no sense of shame?

Enciodes : ......
I was wondering where you were hiding, Gnosis. Turns out you fell in with Ratatos.

Gnosis : Hiding? No, I've been biding my time for this moment.
Ratatos, what are you hesitating for?

Ratatos : Gnosis, you––

Gnosis : Take a good look at the people around you, and the distrust they harbor for you in their eyes!

<Background 4>

Kjerag Civilian A : Ratatos has betrayed Kjeragandr! She must be punished!

Kjerag Civilian B : Arctosz, I thought better of you!

Kjerag Civilian C : Strike them down, Sir Enciodes! Strike them down!!

<Background 1>

Gnosis : Get a good look at your sister. Enciodes is about to take her away!

Sciurus : Let go! Let go of me!!

[Yucatan tried to stop the Silverashes' warriors from taking Sciurus away... ]

Yucatan : Don't you dare hurt my wife!

Silverash Clan Warrior : Hmph!

[...and striked one, but another struck him down. ]

Yucatan : Argh...

[Sciurus is shocked to see her husband get hurt, so does Ratatos. ]

Sciurus : Yucatan!

Ratatos : Sciurus! Yucatan!

Gnosis : Now is your last chance.
Enciodes said that he trusted you. But did he ever actually trust you?
You should've seen through this long ago. He's just forcing you to make a decision. But do you really think you can protect your Browntail clan simply by turning over the "assassin" that he wants?
Look around you. See how the people are looking at you.
Do you have any idea what will become of your clans should Enciodes take over Kjerag?

Ratatos : I...

Yucatan : Matriarch!

Ratatos : ......

Gnosis : Ratatos, don't tell me that you intend to protect neither your clan nor your lands, and instead will simply relinquish your public image and privileges?
If you still choose to do nothing, even at this point...
Then allow me to help you.

「Gnosis turns to look at Enciodes.
Ice-blue Arts condense in the palm of his hand, but Enciodes remains unfazed. 」

Enciodes : Gnosis, you disappoint me.

Gnosis : What a coincidence, Enciodes. I was just thinking the same thing.

Enciodes : ––Degenbrecher.

[Degenbrecher shows up and easily disarms Gnosis, knocking him down to the ground. ]

Gnosis : Guh...

[Gnosis defiantly uses his Arts, but Degenbrecher shrugs it off. ]

Degenbrecher : As you should know, these Arts are nothing to me.
Alright, don't waste my time.
Let's put you down, Gnosis.

[A fight breaks out between Degenbrecher and Gnosis, but he is no match to the Black Knight... ]

Degenbrecher : How pathetic.

Gnosis : Pathetic?
Even if you strike me down here today, it won't do you any good.
You may be able to stop one person, or even a hundred people. But can you stop a thousand? Ten thousand?
Look behind me.
The flames have been lit.

<Background 1>

Ratatos : ......
Grr.
Arctosz.

Arctosz : What?

Ratatos : Do you believe me, or Enciodes?!

Arctosz : I don't trust either of you!

Ratatos : Then you should at least know very clearly now, who the real enemy is!
Browntail clan warriors, prepare for battle!

[The Browntail clan's warriors answer Ratatos' call. ]

Ratatos : First, we rescue Sciurus. Then, bring Enciodes to me!

Browntail Clan Warrior : Yes, Matriarch!

Arctosz : Fy faen[note 1]... Paleroche warriors, in formation!

[The Paleroche clan's warriors, led by Gulo, answer Arctosz's call. ]

Arctosz : Take down the traitor! Expose to the masses that Enciodes is the real traitor!

Gulo : Yessir!

Paleroche Clan Warrior : Yessir!

Enciodes : Degenbrecher.
Get Gnosis.

Degenbrecher : You don't need me?

Enciodes : I don't.

Degenbrecher : Alright.

Enciodes : Matterhorn.

[Matterhorn answers Enciodes' call. ]

Matterhorn : Sir.

Enciodes : Take care of the Great Elder and the Saintess.

Matterhorn : Right away.

Enciodes : Weiss.

[Weiss answers Enciodes' call. ]

Weiss : Sir.

Enciodes : Bring me Arctosz and Ratatos.
Try to avoid taking any lives. Now isn't the time for that.

Weiss : Understood.

[Several Tschäggättäs come to Enciodes' side... ]

Weiss : It shall be done.

[...and aids Matterhorn and Weiss in their tasks. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Kjarr : ......

Doctor : The other possibility seems to have been the correct one.

Kjarr : So what was all of that?

Doctor : That... was all planned by Enciodes from the very beginning.

Kjarr : Didn't we know that all along?

Doctor : I mean, including Gnosis showing up.

Kjarr : Huh?
Do you mean that––

Doctor : Sharp.

Sharp : Your orders, Doctor?

Doctor : Enciodes always had contingencies in place.
I need you to rescue Arctosz and Ratatos.

Sharp : ...I'm not sure I understand.
...I need a reason to act, Doctor. This goes beyond my duty to protect you.

Doctor : At this point, Enciodes has already won.
Even if Arctosz and Ratatos aren't in danger.
Kjerag is bound to undergo tectonic shifts.

Sharp : ......
My duty is to uphold Rhodes Island's interests, and protect you.
And from a practical standpoint, the things going on here have nothing to do with you, Doctor.
Even if Enciodes wins, no harm would come to you, as you are his guest.
From another perspective, he was the one who formed business ties with Rhodes Island, not the other two clans, let alone Kjerag as a whole.
If anything, interfering with Enciodes's plans is more likely to threaten Rhodes Island's interests, as well as put your safety at risk.

Doctor : What I am going to do... is prevent wars and save lives.

Sharp : ......
Doctor, people are dying in every corner of this world.
If you go around committed to saving people, genuinely devoting yourself to that cause, you're just going to end up overcome with guilt when you fail.
I break with a lot of Rhodes Island when I often find myself thinking that saving and protecting lives is kind of pointless.
I believe in the victories you bring, and the discernable value that comes with those victories.
Kjerag's population is in the millions. The people you are talking about aren't just a few. Not dozens, or hundreds, but tens of thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands.
...Is this the victory you promised today?

Doctor : Trust me, Sharp. / Just treat it as overtime.

Sharp : Alright. I'll see it done.

<Background fades out and in>

[The Grand Ceremony turned into a battlefield as warriors of the Browntails and Paleroches pressure those of the Silverashes. ]

Silverash Clan Warrior : Guh...
Ugh... Launching a sneak attack during the chaos? Don't let them get away!

[Yucatan struck the Silverash warrior holding Sciurus, freeing her. ]

Yucatan : Sciurus!

Sciurus : Yucatan!

Yucatan : Hurry!

[Yucatan fought his way through the Silverash warriors, only to be stopped by Weiss... ]

Weiss : Stop!

Yucatan : Out of the way!

[...forcing the two into a fight and entered a deadlock. ]

Weiss : Stand down, Yucatan of the Browntail clan.
If you come peacefully, the Master will treat you mercifully. He has no interest in taking your lives.

Yucatan : (As long as Rus can get away––)

[Weiss gains the upper hand and overpowers Yucatan. ]

Yucatan : Gah...
*cough*... Rus, hurry...

Weiss : Sorry.

[Weiss lands a blow on Yucatan that knocks him out as Sciurus watches. ]

Browntail Clan Warrior : Hurry, Sciurus!

Sciurus : Yucatan is still back there! And, Monch too!

Ratatos : You're still talking about the assassin? You idiot!

Sciurus : ...She didn't do anything!
......
But Yucatan... What about Yucatan?! He's my husband!

Ratatos : Look at what's going on around you! Yucatan sacrificed everything to save you, and you plan on jumping back into the fire?!

Sciurus : So you're just going to abandon him?!

Ratatos : If I was giving up on him, I wouldn't be fighting back!
Now stop being a damned fool!

Sciurus : Fine fine, I'll just keep running!
(Yucatan...)

<Background fades out and in>

[On the Paleroches' side, the Tschäggättäs aiding the Silverash warriors prove to be a tough foe as they are getting overwhelmed. ]

Gulo : Gah... Where'd these freaks and their weird armor come from?
Sir, Enciodes's forces outnumber us too heavily! We're getting overwhelmed!
What do we do?

Arctosz : There are no cowards in the Paleroche clan!

Ratatos : Arctosz, stop trying to play the hero! We need to team up and cut our way out of here!

Arctosz : How do you expect me to live that down?!

Ratatos : You won't have a say in the matter if you die here!

Arctosz : Dammit... Damn it all!
Gulo, gather the warriors and follow me! We're going to break out of here!

Gulo : Yessir!

[The Browntails-Paleroches attempted to flee, only for the Tschäggättäs to stood in their way. ]

Weiss : (*whispers*) Sorry about this.
The Tschäggättä already have this place surrounded.
You still have the option to surrender before you pass the point of no return.

Arctosz : Lackey of Enciodes, you speak only lies! We will fight our way out!

Weiss : I would prefer if you calmed down first. You stand no chance.
You can't run.

??? : Actually, they can.

Weiss : Who's there?

「A tall man stands in the corner at the entrance of a corridor, under the shadows of the eaves.
Behind him, several Tschäggättä, who were supposed to have the perimeter secured, lie in the corridor.
Out from the shadows strides one of the operators most familiar to Courier during the time he spent at Rhodes Island.
He knows exactly what this means. 」

Ratatos : You... Who are you?

Arctosz : You're... that Doctor's...

Ratatos : Why are you saving us?

Sharp : It's not my job to tell you things.
The exit is this way. I've already dealt with the guards outside.
Aurora, escort them out.

Aurora : Got it!

Tschäggättä : You aren't getting away!

[One of the Tschäggättäs charge at Aurora, but Sharp stood in the way and struck the warfighter... ]

Tschäggättä : Urgh...

[...incapacitating him. ]

Sharp : Who's next? Try me.

Weiss : Don't do anything rash! Get in formation!

Tschäggättä : Get in formation? Just for a single person?

Weiss : GET IN FORMATION!!

Tschäggättä : ...Understood.

Sharp : Very good.

[Sharp swings his sword at Weiss and the Tschäggättäs. ]

Weiss : Captain Sharp...
I'm so sorry.

Sharp : There's no need to apologize to me, Courier. Nothing personal.
It's just business.

<Background 4>

「Fifteen minutes later... 」

Aurora : Captain! You... You're injured?

Sharp : There were a lot of 'em, and Courier's blade is still pretty quick.

Aurora : Captain... Courier, he...

Sharp : I spared him, don't worry.

Aurora : So, what's next?

Sharp : We're all done with work over here.
On to the next job.

<Background 1>

Matterhorn : How's the Great Elder doing?

Vine-Bead Court Medic : It's not looking good.

Matterhorn : Send the Great Elder back to the Vine-Bead Court. Sir Enciodes will arrange for a special doctor.
And, great Saintess, Sir Enciodes has invited you to return to the Vine-Bead Court and hold the coronation ceremony again after things have settled down.

Enya : ...I know.

「Enya does not resist. She knows that right now, she does not have the leeway to resist.
From a certain point onward, she has known that this was all staged farce.
And the one who set this farce in motion... was her very own brother.
He ruthlessly shattered all the mental preparations she made for this moment, as well as her vision for the future.
Even if she could take down everyone standing in front of her right now, the people would still ask her to take the position that Enciodes prepared for her in the Vine-Bead Court.
She looks all around her.
When she sees Matterhorn take notice of her gaze, she deliberately looks away.
She sees the combatants clad in modern, cutting-edge equipment tearing through the formation of Silverash warriors, escorting Arctosz and Ratatos away.
She sees the eyes of the people focused on Enciodes, like a rapt audience in front of a theater's master.
She sees the hope and fervor in their eyes.
She sees Kjarr, and she sees the person standing next to her–you.
Your eyes meet, and within them, you see sorrow, reluctance, and–– fury.
All fleeting emotions.
She finally averts her eyes, and takes a step forward. 」

<Background 1>

Silverash Clan Warrior : Master! Rhodes Islanders suddenly rushed in to help Arctosz and Ratatos escape!

Enciodes : ......
Dr. {nickname}.
You... always keep me on my toes.

[Degenbrecher walks to SilverAsh's side. ]

Degenbrecher : All this happened in the piddling amount of time it took me to suppress Gnosis?

Enciodes : I must say, Rhodes Island's attack indeed surpassed my expectations. I did consider the possibility of them intervening, but underestimated their strength. This time, it is I whose plans have been forcefully disrupted.

Degenbrecher : Should I go after them?

Enciodes : There's no need. I still have a backup plan.
Moreover, whether or not those two die here has no bearing on what I'm going to do next.
Dr. {nickname} must've realized as much, to make a decision like this.
What do you think comes next?

Degenbrecher : Assuming this Doctor isn't an impulsive fool, then these two still have a role to play.
As for what comes next...
Since you seem to hold this person in such high regard, then it isn't surprising to me that your Doctor would take advantage of this opportunity to manipulate the two clans into an obstacle for you.

Enciodes : I do not take the Doctor for such a flamboyant daredevil.

Degenbrecher : You seem to really "understand" this Doctor.

Enciodes : It's just my intuition. My intuition as a chessmaster.
However, an outsider has rescued the heads of the Paleroche and Browntail clans...
Even I cannot fathom what one can achieve in this situation.
So, I am most curious as to what comes next.
Of course, if what you said is true, then I eagerly await our match.

Degenbrecher : Let's just call it a day and shove those thoughts back in your head. You're the victor of today's mess.
Everyone is waiting to hear from the victor.

Enciodes : I know.

「The scene left behind by the turmoil has not yet been cleaned up, and the people are heatedly discussing what just took place.
But as Enciodes slowly makes his way to center stage, everyone stops what they are doing, and they all turn to look at him.
The crowd is waiting for him to pen the denouement to this farce. 」

Enciodes : ......

[After a moment of silence... ]

Enciodes : People of Kjerag, I am so sorry.
It pains my heart greatly to see such tragic events unfold on a holy day.
But this has given us an opportunity to see who the true traitors are in the land of Kjerag.
They are none other than Arctosz and Ratatos!
They were dissatisfied by the changes brought about by my proposal to relinquish our powers, and tried to assassinate me and poison the Great Elder to seize control of all Kjerag.
Without a doubt, there can be no greater blasphemy to Kjeragandr.
Though they managed to escape justice just now, I swear that this matter shall not end here.
Arctosz and Ratatos will be given fair trial, without fail!

Trial! Trial! Trial!!

Enciodes : Though in my heart, I truly wanted to see these individuals captured and brought to justice, I had no intention of starting a conflict.
Kjerag is the land of Kjeragandr, the land of all who dwell in the icy mountains. It does not belong to me.
As such, let it be known to all people of the Paleroche and Browntail clans – there shall be no civil war, as that is something we all are worried about.
Consequently, my Silverash warriors will only be deployed to protect the Vine-Bead Court. We will await the Great Elder's recovery, and then discuss Kjerag's future together with the Saintess.
But, I hope that the people of the Paleroche and Browntail clans can at least clearly see who the true enemies of Kjerag are.
I believe that we will surely find a better path forward when all our interests are aligned.
When that time comes, we will be able to usher in a better Kjerag.

Enciodes! Enciodes! Enciodes!!!
Silverash! Silverash! Silverash!!!
People start to chant Enciodes's name, with no concern for the fact that this celebration was meant to culminate in the Saintess's return to power.
From the mountain's summit and the direction of the Vine-Bead Court comes the melodious ringing of a bell.
Ding, ding, ding––
The bell was supposed to celebrate the coronation of the Saintess, but now, it seems to herald a coming revolution.

Notes

"Holy f**k" in Norwegian

Operation story: BI-6

Before operation

Summary

The fall-out turns out to be Gnosis's act, at which Monch despairs.
Meanwhile, the Doctor decides to act, yet Ratatos chooses to go it alone.

<Background 1>

Kjarr : He's not sending any men after the other clans. He's just guarding the Vine-Bead Court.
Right, he's guarding the Vine-Bead Court.
Now he's truly seized the Court.

Doctor : On the surface, he's won. / History is written by the victor.

Kjarr : *Sigh*... You're right about that.
Even I understand the way Enciodes does things now.
Him handing back power is all a feint. He wanted to flip the whole table over all along.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : The people of Kjerag still can't imagine life without their God.

Kjarr : Right. Most of us thought he had no way to overcome the Kjerag people's faith for Kjeragandr. They thought he didn't have what it takes.
The Great Elder, Ratatos, Arctosz... even I thought so.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Enciodes knows what life is like without God.

Kjarr : And he knew that.
That said, I've been wondering about one thing.
A life without God. Does that necessarily mean there should be no gods?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : This isn't Kjeragandr's problem.

Kjarr : Oh, I'm just musing. I'm not depressed at all.
Faith is gradually becoming an obstacle... At the very least, that's how the Kjerag people's faith in Kjeragandr is. I've known that for a long time now.
Thank you, though.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kjarr : *Sigh*... Not that this has anything to do with me, a lowly maid who serves the Saintess.
Speaking of which, I thought you'd ask me why I'm here with you.

Doctor : There are many reasons to choose to be an observer.

Kjarr : Just like you have many reasons to choose to interfere, right?
Thank you, Doctor...
I will stand firm with my choice, and I hope you will too.

[Sharp shows up alongside Aurora. ]

Sharp : Doctor, the work is done.

Doctor : Where are they? / Good work.

Sharp : I couldn't keep the clan leaders. Ratatos asked me to give you her thanks, but it looks like she's got her own plans. She went back to her territory.
Arctosz's heading back to his place, too. Looks like he's gathering his forces to fight it out with Enciodes.

Aurora : Doctor, if we let them go back to their lands, won't that lead inevitably to death?

Doctor : Only they can control their people. / With the way things are, this is how we can keep casualties to a minimum.

Sharp : What the Doctor's saying is that, with how furious the crowd was, they would most likely have gotten a death sentence right there and then if the two of them were caught.
And even if that wasn't the case, they would still no doubt stand trial.

Kjarr : The two of them may be labeled traitors, but the two families' subordinates, especially the Paleroches, won't buy that so easily.
And regardless of whether they take up arms or start infighting, Kjerag will fall into chaos.

Sharp : But whichever it is, Enciodes will be the righteous one.
To him, even if things start out chaotic and there are considerable casualties during the process, the whole mess can be still be cleaned up in the end.

Aurora : ......

Doctor : He's not the kind of man who'll just sit it out.

Sharp : Right, Enciodes went through all that trouble to shape this situation. That means he cares about the masses.
When I bummed around Karlan Trade, I heard a thing or two about his methods. Most of the staff there thinks he's got foresight.
And now that he chose to stir the pot out in the open like that? You can tell it's his best option despite all the risks it comes with.

Aurora : I... I sure hope so.

Sharp : The Silverashes and the Browntails were on better terms in the past. Naturally, he's planted more than a few of his pawns who can help control the chaos.
The problem is still the Paleroches. Their equipment and combat prowess may be behind the times, but their numbers are no joke.

Kjarr : Right, and the Silverashes have always been on pretty bad terms with them.
Besides, the Paleroches' men are all very loyal. It's hard to say they'll betray the Paleroche clan even with everything that has transpired.

Sharp : That's why I can understand why the Doctor decided to help the two of them.
A family can only come together if the family head's still alive, and as long as we can influence the leaders in some way, the Doctor can still pull off some rough plan.
Still though, Doctor, I guess I don't have to say it—
Kjerag's got some complex terrain. It's not easy to get around here. We don't have much time.

Doctor : Let's meet with them first.

<Background 2>

[A nobleman from the Browntail clan enters the room Ratatos was in. ]

Browntail Family Noble : Sorry for the wait, Matriarch.

Ratatos : Sorry that you have to help me now, of all times.

Browntail Family Noble : Don't mention it. I am a Browntail. This is exactly the time I should stand with my Matriarch.

Ratatos : Do you believe anything Enciodes said?

Browntail Family Noble : Of course not. He has to be framing you.

Ratatos : ......
How go the preparations?

Browntail Family Noble : It'll take some time to get back to the Browntail territory from Silverash lands, though I have a car ready, and I pulled a few strings.
Once you and Madame Sciurus are ready, I will make sure you two are taken back to the our land.

Ratatos : Any news from back home?

Browntail Family Noble : After word about the ceremony got out, a few towns near our territory's border started flying the Silverashes' flag.
There's nothing like that toward the center, but...

Ratatos : Enough. I have a decent idea of how many men he planted inside our family. With how many of them there are, I'm afraid I won't be able to count all of them when they're all gathered in one spot.
Has Enciodes been up to anything?

Browntail Family Noble : The Silverashes have set up camp at the foot of Mount Karlan and on the mountainside.

Ratatos : Hmph, at least he's a man of his word.

Browntail Family Noble : The populace there has been very receptive to him too. Absolutely shameless.

Ratatos : They saw Arctosz's betrayal at the ceremony with their own eyes, after all.
Hmph, out of everyone who doesn't trust Arctosz, it's gotta be those who saw his "crimes" with their own eyes that don't trust him the most.
Let's not talk about him. What about you? What are you getting from Enciodes?

Browntail Family Noble : I... I don't follow...?

Ratatos : Drop it already. Your acting's terrible.

Browntail Family Noble : Come on out and... Arrest Ratatos.
......
......?!

[The nobleman attempted to grab Ratatos, but she retaliates... ]

Browntail Family Noble : Gah...

[...knocking him down. ]

Ratatos : If I couldn't see through that trap of yours, then I had no business leading our clan.

[Sciurus enters the room. ]

Sciurus : Ratatos, I heard the car's...
What's going on here?!

Ratatos : Take a guess?

Sciurus : He was going to sell us out?!

Ratatos : Looks like you're not as stupid as I made you out to be, dear sister.

Sciurus : Do you have to mock me, even at a time like this?
How many are still on our side?

Ratatos : How many? Right, how many...?
Sciurus, do you understand what a big mess you've caused?

Sciurus : I...
I never thought...

Ratatos : *Sigh*... That's exactly the problem. You never thought. You never think.

Sciurus : What was I supposed to do?! I... I just wanted to show everyone that I can do something for the Browntails too!
I just...
I just wanted to help you...

Ratatos : ......

Sciurus : You... You look tired, Ratatos. Are you okay?

Ratatos : And if I say I'm not?

Sciurus : ......
Fine, I get it! This whole thing needs to end somehow, right?
I was the one who started all this. So I'll be the one to end it! And I still don't know how Yucatan and... and my subordinate are doing. I can't just sit here and wait any longer!

Ratatos : Wait! Where are you going?!

Sciurus : I'll find that prick Enciodes! I'll tell everyone that it was all a personal grudge between me and him, and none of this has anything to do with the Browntails!
He can take my life if he wants, but he has to hand my people back!

Ratatos : ......

<Flashback starts here>

<Background fades out and in>

「Sis, Sis! Why did Grandpa yell at you again? You've done so well!
Is it because you're going to lead the family? Is that why he keeps yelling at you?
I-In that case, I'll be the clan leader! I'll go to Grandpa and ask him to stop yelling at you all the time. I'll lead the family, so he can yell at me all he wants!
Hehe, it's okay. You don't need to worry about me, Sis. I've got Yucatan there for me. We promised each other we'll always play with each other! He'll help me. He's really good at studying too!
Also...
You never cry when you get yelled at, Sis.
Even though you never cry, I don't know why, it really makes my heart ache... 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background fades out and in>

Ratatos : Ha, haha...

Sciurus : What's with you?! You stinking bitch! You can laugh at me, even at a time like this?!

Ratatos : Hahaha... *Sigh*... Haha...
(Rus... my silly sister...)

Sciurus : You're probably cursing at me in your head again, aren't you?

Ratatos : Something like that.

Sciurus : Grrr!

Ratatos : *Sigh*, come back. Don't go looking for Enciodes. You should stay out of this... Things aren't as simple as you think.
Sciurus, do you remember we last had a nice chat together?

Sciurus : I don't remember the two of us having a nice chat ever.

Ratatos : I guess not...
Alright, I need to think about what to do from here on out. You should go back to whatever it is you do.
Oh, and be careful on your way home. Don't get caught.

Sciurus : What do you mean? You aren't heading back to our land?

Ratatos : Arctosz most likely hasn't gotten back to his estate yet.
Once he's settled down some, he'll probably go out and pick a fight with Enciodes.
I've got to do something before that happens.

Sciurus : Don't you do anything stupid. Don't forget. Enciodes got Yucatan and Monch!
And you... If anything happens to you, I'm gonna be running the show back home! D-Don't you forget that!

[Sciurus leaves in anger. ]

Ratatos : ......
Sciurus could end up running the show back home, huh...?
That might not be so bad...

<Background 3>

[Arctosz walks by some Paleroche clansmen alongside Gulo. ]

Paleroche Commoner A : Look, it's Sir Arctosz's team...

Paleroche Commoner B : I heard he poisoned the Great Elder during the ceremony...

Gulo : Shut up, all of you! Think about it. Would he possibly do anything as underhanded as poisoning someone?

Paleroche Commoner A : Well... no... but...

Gulo : You're a Paleroche, and you don't trust him?!

Paleroche Commoner A : Eeeek!!

Arctosz : Enough, Gulo.
Taking it out on the common folk. Have you no shame?

Gulo : But, Sir...!

Arctosz : It doesn't matter if we were framed by Enciodes. What's done is done. Saying anything isn't going to help our case.

Gulo : But do we really have to swallow our pride and take it?

Arctosz : Swallow our pride? Of course not!
I'll hand it to him. He's good, but do you know what's the biggest mistake he made?
He didn't kill me at the ceremony.
As soon as we get back to the estate and have our forces gathered, we'll head back to finish the fight with him.
We'll show Enciodes just what a big mistake he made.

Gulo : Very well! I should've expected no less from you, sir!

[Suddenly a band of Tschäggättäs show up with Valais alongside them, apparently having defected to the Silverash clan. ]

Valais : I won't give you this chance.

Gulo : Valais?!
Those men behind you... Are you betraying the Paleroches?!

Arctosz : Valais... The house of Paleroche has treated you well. Why are you doing this?

Valais : You've treated me well...?
You still don't remember even now, do you?

Arctosz : Remember what? I, Arctosz, am an honorable man. When have I ever—

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 4>

Valais : This is, um?

Arctosz : Don't be afraid, Valais.
Your father will get much better once he takes the Great Elder's elixir and has the evil in him expelled.
He was injured during the Holy Hunt to protect us.
The Great Elder figured he was probably attacked by the Tschäggättä when he was all alone...
He's too weak now... Come, I'll give him the medicine.

<Background fades out and in>

Valais : Why isn't my father awake yet? And what is this green stuff on his lips...?

Great Elder : The evil has spread too deep. Kjeragandr no longer allows his presence here.
He argued with the Vine-Bead Court several times before. He must have been under the Tschäggättä's influence, and it culminated in the Tschäggättä coming to take him back today.
If the elixir couldn't regain his strength and faith, then this must be Her will.

Arctosz : ......

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 3>

Arctosz : The wine the Great Elder drank. It can't be!

Valais : Yes.
Do you remember the bottle of elixir that the Great Elder brought with him when he visited my father? How it was nowhere to be found?
I'm sorry, my master. I had my doubts, and I didn't fully believe it either... until the moment the Great Elder collapsed during the ceremony.
......

Arctosz : I... I sent my own officer to... with my own hands...

Valais : I don't blame you. It wasn't your fault.
But perhaps it's high time that Kjerag saw change for the better. I hope you won't stand in my way.
Please think of it as a way to avoid having even more loyal Kjerag warriors end the way he did...

<Background 1>

[Sharp witnessed the confrontation between Arctosz and Valais from a distance. ]

Sharp : Keep Arctosz from running into any trouble on his way, huh...? Looks like the Doctor got it right again.
But——
I really should've brought Blaze with me. Out of all the elite operators who take the enemy head on, she's the only one who's got the mobility to traverse the mountainous terrain here.
With the trains stopped, Kjerag's transportation network might as well be nonexistent...
Oh, whatever. Let's get going.

<Background 2>

Gnosis : ......

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 4>

Boy Enciodes : Do you have to go?

Boy Gnosis : Yeah, my parents have already decided. There's no room for us in Kjerag anymore.

Boy Enciodes : I still don't believe it was your parents who did it, and it's definitely got nothing to do with you.

Boy Gnosis : I believe it, though.

Boy Enciodes : What do you mean?

Boy Gnosis : I don't know if my parents really did it, and I also don't know... if I was an accomplice somehow.

Boy Enciodes : Even if you were, I'd forgive you.
No one looks up to my father more than you. I know that.

Boy Gnosis : Enciodes, remember our dream?

Boy Enciodes : Of course I remember.
The two of us will turn Kjerag into the most powerful country in the world.
But you're leaving...

Boy Gnosis : I'll be back.

Boy Enciodes : Really?

Boy Gnosis : Yeah. My parents are thinking of moving to Victoria, and I'll go to school there.
This is a good opportunity. I'll study all the advanced stuff there, and once I am done, I'll come back and help you.

Boy Enciodes : Heh... You jerk.
In that case, I'll let you in on this idea that I have. I haven't told anyone about this yet.

Boy Gnosis : What is it?

Boy Enciodes : I'm going to leave Kjerag once both Enya and Ensia have grown up.
Like you, I'll study lots of things and come back.

Boy Gnosis : You're the future clan leader... Can you really leave Kjerag that long?

Boy Enciodes : I'll come find you when that happens.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

Kjerag Warrior A : Hey, Gnosis. Here's your food.

Gnosis : ......

Kjerag Warrior A : Tsk, don't think you're getting out of this mess just because you're keeping quiet.
Let me tell you. Every last person in the Silverash clan wants to skin you alive right now.
How dare you do what you did to Sir Enciodes and the Saintess? If it wasn't for his orders to keep you locked up here, I wouldn't give you even a sip of water, let alone food.

Gnosis : ......

Kjerag Warrior A : Not going to eat, drink, or even make a peep, huh?
Alright, then. You can rot here and die for all I care!

[The Kjeragian warrior angrily slams the door shut. ]

Gnosis : ......

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 6>

Young Enciodes : Gnosis, you've changed quite a lot.
You never used to sneer at people, much less belittle them as worthless.

Young Gnosis : I could tell you the same.
You would never use your status as a weapon, and you never thought much of social pleasantries.

Young Enciodes : It was something I had to learn to deal with the nobles.

Young Gnosis : And I couldn't care less how others see me if it means I can better focus on my research.

Young Enciodes : What kind of research are you working on?

Young Gnosis : Life science as well as Originium analysis.

Young Enciodes : Sounds complicated.

Young Gnosis : What about you? Surely you must already have a certain standing among the nobles here.

Young Enciodes : Do you remember what we said to each other when you left Kjerag?

Young Gnosis : ......

Young Enciodes : I'm very glad that I left Kjerag, Gnosis.
It wasn't until I came to the outside world that I realized we no longer live in times where isolation is enough to keep ourselves out of the affairs around us.
In the past hundred years, there have been countless exchanges and conflicts between nations. Columbia rose quickly in a conflict, while Gaul, a powerful country, was also wiped out in a conflict.
All the world's nations are slowly changing in these times separated by Catastrophes. Refusing relations with others is no longer an option.
If Kjerag remains as it is, keeping its borders closed under the assumption that will earn us a life of peace and tranquility.
Then only destruction awaits us.
We've reached the end of this peace and tranquility. We can't wait for anyone to throw open these gates for us. Kjerag must make contact with the outside world. We must take that step forward while we still have control.
Come help me, Gnosis.

Young Gnosis : Hmph...

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

Kjerag Warrior A : *Sigh*, this sucks balls.

Kjerag Warrior B : Stop complaining. You're starting to make me feel that way too.

Kjerag Warrior A : I really don't get it. Why is Sir Enciodes only locking up Gnosis?
If I were him, I'd separate the traitor's head from his neck straight away.

Kjerag Warrior B : What do you know? How is beheading him going to calm Sir Enciodes's anger?
He treated Gnosis so well, only to be betrayed.
If I were him, I'd torture this guy some.

Kjerag Warrior A : You have a point, but aren't we about to go to war with the other two clans? I want to be on the front lines.

Kjerag Warrior B : Look at you, all bloodthirsty.

[Enciodes walks by the warriors. ]

Kjerag Warriors A & B : Master.

Enciodes : How is Gnosis doing?

Kjerag Warrior A : He's fasted for a full day, sir.

Kjerag Warrior B : He hasn't said a word since we put him in there. Didn't even respond when we shouted at him.

Enciodes : Let me talk to him.

Kjerag Warrior A : Of course.

[Enciodes heads into where Gnosis is detained. ]

Kjerag Warrior A : Hey, what do you think Sir Enciodes is going to talk about?

Kjerag Warrior B : How would I know?

Kjerag Warrior A : Didn't Gnosis used to be a trusted confidant? I'm betting Sir Enciodes is going to poison him. Give him a honorable death.

Kjerag Warrior B : You've been reading too many novels.
That said...

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 7>

Enciodes : It seems Ratatos is seeking the Great Elder's help.

Gnosis : Both you and I knew this would happen sooner or later.
They can't possibly believe everything you have done is in the name of Kjerag.
Most of the company's employees know that it is Karlan Trade they're working for, not Kjerag.

Enciodes : A war is not something you start when you have a choice. I hope you can understand my hand was forced.

Gnosis : Perhaps you're worrying too much.
Bring down the other two families and rebuild. It's much easier than the "honorable" solution you're pursuing.

Enciodes : Kjerag would never truly accept me if I seized power by force.

Gnosis : In that case, let me do it.
I have far less worries than you do.

Enciodes : Let you do... what?

Gnosis : You can drop the act, Enciodes.
This idea has crossed your mind. We both know that.
Let me, the son of a sinner, the villain of Karlan Trade, be a traitor again. There is no one more suitable for the job.

Enciodes : ......

Gnosis : I'm not your pawn, Enciodes, and I most definitely am not your underling.
I'm your partner-in-crime.
Even if you don't agree to it, I'll still do this.
Actually, it'll be for the better if you don't. Our charade will be that much more realistic.
Kjerag has no room for me. Truth be told, I couldn't care less whether it had any room for me.
It'll just be another item on my list of charges. I don't care.

Enciodes : ......

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

[Gnosis looked at Enciodes who are standing in front of him. ]

Gnosis : ......

Enciodes : ......
What's on your mind?

Gnosis : I'm thinking that you actually haven't changed much over the last twenty years.

Enciodes : And why is that?

Gnosis : You're a conceited perfectionist.
You always want the perfect result, and you always think that you can get it.

Enciodes : The perfect result would be if Arctosz and Ratatos had not been in our way.
The Great Elder would also have accepted the change that Kjerag is about to go through, and everything would naturally have unfolded the way we wanted.

Gnosis : That isn't the perfect result. You know that. At most, it's the perfect dream.
They can't see what you and I can see. In that case, you should never have expected them to share the same ideas as us.

Enciodes : But you and I think drastically differently as well.

Gnosis : I told you, Enciodes. I'm not your pawn, and I'm not your underling.
I have my own judgment, and our judgments share many overlapping points.
Or would you like to finish me, the traitor, and make this farce real?

Enciodes : ......

「Under the dim light, Enciodes reaches his hand out to Gnosis. 」

Enciodes : I'm just glad that you are my dearest friend.

Gnosis : ......

「Gnosis keeps silent for a moment. Then, he reaches out to shake Enciodes's hand. 」

Gnosis : I told you. It'll just be another item on my list of charges. I'm more than used to that.

「Nothing has changed from all those years ago. 」

<Background 2>

Enciodes : Arctosz is amassing his forces.

Gnosis : What about Ratatos?

Enciodes : Take a look at this.

[Enciodes hands out a letter to Gnosis, which reads: ]

Dear Enciodes,
The Browntails and Silverashes have long enjoyed an amiable relationship. Although we have had our differences in recent years, they are merely the natural result of our differing views on Kjerag's future.
With Kjerag's future having never looked so bright, it is now clear to me that the Silverashes have come to represent the aspirations of the masses.
With the transfer of powers in place, to prevent any unnecessary disputes and to uphold Kjerag's peace—
I, Ratatos, would like to pledge the Browntails' allegiance to the Silverashes.
I would like to meet with you on this matter, if you would be so kind as to set aside our differences.
In addition, I would also like to talk to you about the truth behind your parents' passing.
Yours, Ratatos

Gnosis : An obvious trap...

Enciodes : It's worth going, nonetheless.

Gnosis : The situation is not so optimistic that you can take meaningless risks.

Enciodes : We've won, Gnosis.
We've achieved our original goal. Now, the Paleroches and the Browntails are traitors to Kjerag.
My spies inside the Browntail family will help us with the public opinion. As for the Paleroches, they may be stubborn, but they are all upstanding people.
Once they wrap their minds around the gravity of Arctosz's crime, much of the Paleroches' doors will open to us.
We have ample time to sort out what comes next.

Gnosis : Arctosz and Ratatos will not give up so easily.

Enciodes : That is exactly why I will meet her.
If Ratatos had come with me to Victoria to study all those years ago, she would not be so much weaker than I am.
And now she has put her chips on the table, just like that. It would be untactful of me to not call this bet.

Gnosis : You will one day die of your arrogance, Enciodes.

Enciodes : Then so be it, but that won't happen today or during this outing.
As for Arctosz, he's not entirely without surprises, and that is why I am having you step up now.

Gnosis : What can a hot-headed moron like him accomplish?

Enciodes : Arctosz himself can't, though Dr. {nickname} certainly surprised me.
That is the greatest variable in this game of ours, and it's one that I have to watch out for.

Gnosis : Dr. {nickname}.
I agree that one has done many things beyond my expectation since arriving in Kjerag, but is this Doctor really worthy of your concern?

Enciodes : One who knows almost nothing about Kjerag has stepped into one of the stage's most vital roles within such a short period of time, greatly disrupting our plans.
I can honestly say that if I were in that position, I would not have been able to do it.
And I also cannot begin to imagine what the Doctor is planning to do next. Perhaps the Doctor won't do a thing, or perhaps—
The Doctor can do something that I couldn't begin to imagine.

Gnosis : Hmph, this isn't my first time telling you this—If you're afraid to lose, you better not act like you're enjoying the challenge.
You've fooled many, but you cannot fool me. You cannot fool the bodyguard you hired from Kazimierz either.

Enciodes : Likewise, this isn't my first time to offer you this rebuttal. Taking delight in a gamble and not wanting to lose are not mutually exclusive.
Much of the joy one derives from a gamble comes not from the result. Rather, it comes from the whole march towards victory.

Gnosis : Fine, say no more. This is always the hardest part for us to reach a consensus. I only wish that I still have a chance to save you before your arrogance ends up killing you.

Enciodes : We will have many opportunities to debate this later. In any case, I will leave you in charge while I meet with Ratatos.

Gnosis : Is there anyone left in Karlan Trade who would listen to me?

Enciodes : Weiss, Matterhorn.

[Matterhorn and Weiss enters the room at Enciodes' signal. ]

Enciodes : The two of them will pass on any of your orders.

Matterhorn : Gnosis, Sir Enciodes has told us everything. We owe you much.

Weiss : I never thought it could all be a ruse...

Gnosis : Let's save the pleasantries.
Tsk, and here I thought I could finally get some quiet time.
My research has been halted for far too long already. At least I could read some books if you'd kept me locked in here.

Enciodes : You're my partner-in-crime, and this undertaking is ours together. You will have more than enough time to do your research in the future.

Gnosis : That's only if you make it back here alive...

[Degenbrecher enters the room. ]

Degenbrecher : It's time to go, Enciodes.

Enciodes : I'm leaving everything in your hands, Gnosis.

[Enciodes leaves. ]

Degenbrecher : ......

Gnosis : ......

Degenbrecher : I'm curious. Back at the ceremony, were you going at it for real?

Gnosis : What if I was?

Degenbrecher : Then perhaps you need to spend some time to work on your skills.
You looked worse than before.

Gnosis : I needn't you worry.

Degenbrecher : My impression is that you could make half an enemy of mine. I have to worry, lest life get a bit too boring.

Gnosis : Caster is only a side job to me.

Degenbrecher : Your acting could be that much better too, if you were a little stronger.

Gnosis : ......

Degenbrecher : That said, I've never seen you even a little excited.
Convincing performance.

[Degenbrecher smirks at Gnosis... ]

Degenbrecher : Not that you're acting.

[...before leaving. ]

Gnosis : ......

Weiss : Gnosis, what should we...?

Gnosis : Where's Monch?

Weiss : Monch is being held in another room. I can take you there.

Gnosis : Does she know?

Weiss : Sir Enciodes said it'd be best for you to tell her yourself.

Gnosis : Lead the way.

<Background fades out and in>

Monch : ......
Sir Gnosis...

「Monch takes out a dagger from her boot. It is her most prized weapon.
It is a gift that Gnosis made for her between his experiments.
She lightly strokes the dagger, her eyes clouded with doubt and uncertainty. 」

[Gnosis enters Monch's cell. ]

Gnosis : Don't do anything stupid, Monch.

Monch : ......
It looks like you're well...
Thank goodness.

Gnosis : I'm fine.
You've done a great job.

Monch : I... I promised you.
Whatever your orders, your wish is my command...
......

Gnosis : Judging by your look, I assume you've figured it all out.
Right, Enciodes and I had all of this planned in advance.

Monch : ......
I see, so that's really how it is...
The Silverashes' Weiss was waiting below the cliff to rescue me, and I've been wondering ever since.
If this was all a charade planned in advance, then what role do I play in it?
And now that I find you here, I'm finally sure...

Gnosis : ......
My apologies.

Monch : You needn't ever apologize to me...

Gnosis : Monch, you stand firm in your beliefs. I understand, but I will judge for myself what I say.

Monch : ......

Gnosis : Enciodes and I had a rift, leading me to leave Karlan Trade and make contact with Ratatos. That was our plan all along.
And the fewer people who knew of this plan, the better. That's why I never told you.

Monch : ......

Gnosis : Both of us knew the risks.
I had to make sure even the finest details were under our control. Everything had to be absolutely perfect. This isn't one of my usual maneuvers... There is no do-over.
If that displeases you in any way, I must apologize.

Monch : ......
No... T-That's not it...
......
Why...

Gnosis : What?

Monch : It doesn't matter what it is you want to do or what plans you have. I...
...I will always support you.

Gnosis : ......

Monch : Why didn't you believe me?
You could've trusted me.

Gnosis : ......
Monch, I hope you can understand.
It's because I fully trust you that I handed you such an important task under those circumstances.
I trust you, my finest subordinate, to perfectly execute my plans.

Monch : ......

Gnosis : Don't overthink it. You've done very well, and everything is over now. Try to relax a little.
You should take the time to rest.

Monch : ......

Gnosis : Looks like you're not in the mood to talk...
I'll come see you again.

[Gnosis leaves. ]

Monch : ......
Trust me...?
Who trusts me? And where are they...?
......
Sir Gnosis... Can I still trust you?

After operation

Summary

Ratatos secretly meets with Enciodes, but her true aim turns out to be mutual destruction.
Within the blazing flames, the two clan leaders drop all guards.

My dearest sister, you're jealous of everything I have. My authority, my standing, and my wealth.
Yet you don't know that I'm jealous of you for everything you have as well. Your romantic life, your freedom, and your future.
I often wish that we had the opportunity to trade places even though I know we can't.
To hand the Browntail clan over to you would mean our family's destruction.
Likewise, if I could live your life, it would probably be a life of failure.

<Background 3>

Ratatos : ......

[Enciodes shows up before Ratatos. ]

Ratatos : I should've expected no less, Enciodes. Coming to this meeting with just a single bodyguard.

Enciodes : I'm not here to fight, and my guess is you aren't here for that either.

Ratatos : Hmph, I'd love to, though.
Too bad, the Browntails don't have an enormous army like the Paleroches.
Are you coming inside, Degenbrecher?

Degenbrecher : Would you like me to?

Ratatos : You can if you want.

Enciodes : Degenbrecher, wait outside.

Degenbrecher : Are you sure about that? I don't mind at all.

Enciodes : A show of good faith.

Ratatos : Enciodes, you hide your true thoughts well.
Good faith? You're just thinking that there's nothing I can do to you.

Enciodes : Or you could say I'm waiting for you to do something meaningful.

Ratatos : You won't be disappointed, then. Come in.

<Background 4>

[Enciodes closes the door. ]

Enciodes : If I remember correctly, this patch of land used to belong to the Edelweiss family.

Ratatos : Right. Nice house, isn't it?

Enciodes : It's in a good location, with a wonderful view. It's a splendid home, indeed.

Ratatos : Generation after generation, the Edelweiss family has been in charge of Kjerag's texts and scriptures, and they've always enjoyed a decent relationship with the three clans. It was my grandfather who ordered this house built as a villa.

Enciodes : I'd heard Luca had an interest in architecture, and judging from the building's design, I dare say that even Victoria's celebrity architects would have plenty of praise for it.

Ratatos : Hahaha, I doubt he'd be so happy to hear your approval.
If you like it so much, though, I could show you its original blueprints.

Enciodes : I will think about it.
Ratatos, now that we're sitting here to share a conversation, do you know what I'm reminded of?

Ratatos : What?

Enciodes : That time seven years ago.

Ratatos : Seven years ago... Oh.
You'd just come back from Victoria. You brought lots of things with you to develop your territory.
Then, you wanted to restore the Silverashes' seat on the Tri-Clan Council and to throw the country's gates wide open, so you came to me.
You told me that once we opened those gates, we'd have business, and the people of Kjerag would get to eat better, dress better.
After that, you and I persuaded Arctosz and the Great Elder together, and so Kjerag's gates were flung wide open, allowing us to do business with the outside.
Those were wonderful times.

「Ratatos takes a sip of her cystymilk, her words carrying a hint of nostalgia.
Those were indeed wonderful times. The Silverashes and the Browntails worked together, side-by-side, while Karlan Trade, representing Kjerag, traded with the outside world.
Capital, technology, and skilled workers flowed into Kjerag, and everything seemed to be going in the right direction. 」

Enciodes : Yet you chose to put an end to these wonderful times yourself.
Ratatos, I used to believe that you were an excellent partner.

Ratatos : You were a disappointment yourself, Enciodes.
Those wonderful times were yours, not mine. Nor was it Arctosz, and much less Kjerag's.
In the end, only Karlan Trade lived the good life. No one else did. How is that in any way wonderful?
Still, it's too late for me to say all this. The match's been decided, and I lost.
The loser has no right to talk so loftily.

Enciodes : No loser would call herself a loser, Ratatos.
Tell me, what do you know about my parents' deaths?

Ratatos : Enciodes, do you think your parents were murdered by my grandfather and Arctosz?

Enciodes : ......
The investigation at the time concluded that my parents were killed in a train accident caused by Gnosis's parents.
I never believed it, though. At the time, just like the Tri-Clan Council of today, both Luca and Arctosz's father opposed my parents' industrialization plans.
I find it very hard to believe that these were not connected in any way.

Ratatos : In that case, let me tell you the truth.
The truth is that your parents did indeed die in a train accident. The only difference is that my grandfather framed the Edelweisses.

Enciodes : ......

Ratatos : Hold on. I'm not done yet.
My grandfather had actually been planning to have your parents killed.
This house was prepared so that your parents could be burned alive inside during their visit.
Alas, they died on their way here.
And so this place, meant to be their tomb, was spared.
Right, Arctosz's father acquiesced to my grandfather's plan too.
And, as you know, a few years after your parents' passing, Arctosz's old man passed his clan's title over to him and went off somewhere.
Nobody knows if he's still alive.

Enciodes : I assume you didn't invite me here just to boast, Ratatos.

Ratatos : I never imagined this would happen, you see. I didn't want anything to do with my grandfather's dealings.
Yet, in the end, the house where he was going to murder your parents is now where you and I will die together.

Enciodes : That is indeed ironic.

Ratatos : Two bargaining chips for your life. I'd say it's a fair deal.

「Ratatos pulls the handle by her right hand.
A chorus of mechanical sounds can be heard from beyond the ceiling and walls.
Almost like sharp laughter. 」

<Background 3>

[Sciurus noticed a house nearby is on fire. ]

Sciurus : Wait... Isn't that the trap house Grandpa left behind? Why is it on fire?!
Isn't she in there with Enciodes...?
Don't tell me—She wants to die with Enciodes?!

[Sciurus bangs the door... ]

Sciurus : Ratatos! Hey, what are you doing? Come out, Ratatos!

[...and tried to break it open, but to no avail. ]

Sciurus : Stinking bitch... Dammit... Why won't this door open no matter how many times I hack at it?!
Ratatos! Rata... Ratatos—Sis!!
Dammit...!

[Degenbrecher shows up. ]

Degenbrecher : ......
Taking herself out with him, huh...? I see. That's an unexpected one.
Hm? You're... Ratatos's sister?

Sciurus : Who are you?!
You... You're the one who's always following Enciodes around...

[Several Kjeragian warriors show up behind Degenbrecher... ]

Degenbrecher : You'll stand in my way?

[...and starts to move, but... ]

Sciurus : Wait! Who gave you permission to move? Stop, all of you!

Degenbrecher : Hm?
What is it? Here for a little chat?

Sciurus : Why would I want a chat with you?!
Let's cut the crap. Do you have any way through this door?!

[Ratatos sits calmly with Enciodes as the house burns, intent on taking him along with her in the fire. ]

Ratatos : *cough*... *cough*...
It's so loud outside...
After all these years, his trap still worked perfectly.

Enciodes : I thought your next move would be to escape while I was distracted.

Ratatos : If I was could run, wouldn't that mean that you could get away too?
There's no way out in this room. Once it's activated, everyone inside is as good as dead.
It won't be easy for anyone outside to break in and help, either.
Please, I beg you, Enciodes. Die with me here. You'll have me go out with you.

Enciodes : It's my time to wonder, Ratatos.
What is it that drove you to go this far just to stop me?

Ratatos : Everyone always says that, just like Old Luca, Ratatos looks cares[sic] for nothing but profit. Sure, I am his granddaughter, how could I not?
I started working with you because I had my eyes on the riches that trade with the outside world could get us. In the end, you and Karlan Trade gobbled up all the profits.
That's why I was going to crush Karlan Trade through the Great Elder. That way, I could take the lucre for myself.
That's what everyone thinks. That's been my reputation the past couple years.
And you think the same way.

Enciodes : I won't argue that.

Ratatos : My grandfather always wanted to make the Browntails the greatest clan in Kjerag.
That's what separates the two of us.
Right before he died, he summoned me to his deathbed, and loudly mocked Arctosz's old man for being a coward.
Then, he told me to swallow both your family and the Paleroches whole.
The way I see it, Arctosz's dad was a more decent human being.

Enciodes : I agree.

Ratatos : And I also think that even if the Browntails became the only clan in Kjerag, the people wouldn't call themselves Browntails anyway.
Kjerag is called Kjerag is because Kjeragandr herself named this place so.
Because our faith stood in these lands for over a thousand years.
But, look at us now. It's been several hundred years since the clans started to manage their own lands.
Before you came back, all the Tri-Clan Council ever discussed was each year's events and which family would foot a bigger portion of the ceremony's bill.
We stand on the same lands, we speak the same language, eat the same food, and believe in the same Goddess...
Yet we grew further and further apart because we belonged to different clans, and the truth is that's how we differentiate ourselves.
Kjeragandr's still in the people's hearts, but the Kjerag name is slowly being forgotten.
When you came back to Kjerag and told me about your plans to open the borders, I was really happy.
I was happy because you told me that not only will the Silverashes trade with the other countries, you wanted the other clans to join. I thought that could bring all three families together.

「Enciodes shifts his posture. Anyone who knows him knows this means he is listening attentively. 」

Enciodes : Karlan Trade trades with the outside world as the Silverash family business. It's naturally a different beast from operating it as Kjerag's window to the outside world.
And I've actually considered uniting the three clans myself.

Ratatos : You have? *Cough*.
I studied up on economics quite a bit to figure out what it is you were doing.
You lowered the tax rate to lure foreign capital and gave them special treatment.
To keep the money flowing, you signed all kinds of unequal trade agreements with those big corporations.
And, you should know, I knew you were building factories to shore up the military. You were never going to be able to hide that from me.
Do you think I called it quits because I had my eyes on your money?
I was scared.
I couldn't see anything that suggested you were going to unite the three cans. All I could see was you trying to turn Kjerag into something of your own. That, or somebody else's.
If the choice is between you and the Great Elder, I choose the Great Elder every time.

Enciodes : ......
I have to admit that I have misjudged you, Ratatos.
If you're opening up to me, I may as well tell you a little about this.
Kjerag may be rich in minerals and other raw resources, but, crucially, we lack any technology of our own.
This places us at a disadvantage when it comes to technological trade.
Some technologies can be bought with money, while others cannot.
Do you know what that means?

Ratatos : ......

Enciodes : For example, the rights to operate the Mount Karlan trade route bought us an entire set of last generation railway signals, as well as the right of first offer for soon-to-be-retired railcars.
Without these, we'd have to rely on what my parents left us with. The old tracks and a railcar fleet over a decade old. They were practically useless for both industrial or civilian transportation.
As another example, we traded the collaborative mining rights to the eastern mines for Rim Billiton's ore smelting technology and equipment.
Do you know how much more efficient our processes became thanks to this technology?

Ratatos : I don't care what you managed to trade, Enciodes. I care about what you gave them.

Enciodes : We are out of time, Ratatos.
Be it Victoria, Minos, Columbia, or Kazimierz.
The only reason they haven't yet laid their fingers on Kjerag is that they don't have to.
In earlier times, before nomadic cities were invented, when men were sent scrambling across the world by Catastrophes, the different cultures that had been broken up all across the lands knew little about one another.
Modern nations had yet to be established, and there were no communications or contact between them.
Then, the age of innovation came two hundred years ago. It was still a time when everyone focused only on their own development, rarely making contact with one another.
However, fast forward to a few decades ago, the nations in the world gradually began making contact and clashing.
With Gaul's support, Columbia declared its independence from Victoria.
However, barely a decade after that, the Battle of the Four Emperors led to Gaul's destruction.
Columbia and Leithanien's war over Bolívar continues to this day.
Not only that, but the conflicts between nations sped up their communications with one another. Countries began to enter into trade agreements, establishing trading companies in each other's territories...
None of them could keep themselves isolated anymore, and they all began to find ways to get along with the other nations.
And when all of this was happening, Kjerag was completely oblivious.

[Enciodes raise his tone. ]

Enciodes : And now that the danger is at our doorstep, we're still oblivious.
Victoria is busy with its own mess. Columbia's pioneering efforts are nearing its western mountain ranges.
For a long time, Kjerag has been nothing but a barren, impoverished territory not worthy of occupation.
But if Victoria solves its internal problems, if Columbia has any ideas about Victoria, or even if Kazimierz wants to head south.
When the time comes, do you think Kjerag will still be able to enjoy peace?

Ratatos : ......

[The fire consuming the house grows more intense. ]

<Background 1>

Sciurus : Hey, I'm talking to you! A-Are you even listening?!
Look, I'm begging you! Do you have a way to bust open this stinking door?!

Degenbrecher : How clamorous.

Sciurus : What was that?!

Degenbrecher : Pipe down, and don't come too close. You'll ruin my uniform.

Sciurus : Is now the time to worry about that?!

「Degenbrecher shoves Sciurus, who is tugging her hem, to the side and walks toward the small house where Enciodes and Ratatos sit.
All of the windows have been sealed shut with metal plates.
And there is a thick wall right in front of her. 」

Degenbrecher : This is your clan's. Are you sure you don't want to stop me?

Sciurus : Why the hell would I?! Do it already!

Degenbrecher : Heh.

「Degenbrecher grins a little and cuts through the wall with ease.
Then, she lightly kicks the wall, sending what appeared to be an indestructible barrier collapsing onto the ground like a child's toy.
The only thing that serves as a testament to its tremendous mass is the loud bang that can be heard when the wall crashes to the floor.
However, Degenbrecher doesn't seem satisfied with the result. 」

Degenbrecher : If I knew this would happen, I would have ignored Enciodes and thrown my old buddy into the storeroom.
It's too much of a pain to do this with a sword.

「The bodyguard tosses her blade aside and pulls her namesake swordbreakers from her waist. 」

[Degenbrecher slashes the wall with her swordbreakers. ]

「The wall crumbles like a sheet of paper through a shredder. 」

「The flames are spreading throughout the room, engulfing everything in their path.
Yet the room's two occupants seem completely unconcerned about what's happening around them.
It is as though they can't feel any of the heat, or perhaps they themselves are burning even hotter than the flames around them. 」

Enciodes : I have to admit that I never expected you to feel this way about Kjerag.
If our conversation had happened sooner, things would not have come to this.
But it seems this must have been inevitable.
Were it not for the situation we are in, we would never have had this heart-to-heart.

Ratatos : Hmph, you got that right.
Inevitable.
Right, inevitable.
And if it's so inevitable, we might as well go meet Kjeragandr together.

「Ratatos is starting to feel exhausted. Her vision begins to cloud.
In a trance, she sees her young self, playing with her baby sister and a boy.
She sees herself amazed by the wondrous sight of railroads and factories.
They are all moments to which she can no longer return. She shakes her head. Enciodes, sitting opposite her, has maintained his posture throughout. Be that as it may, she is no longer able to clearly make out his face.
Sure enough, he'll act so calm even at a time like this.
Even so, he'll die here all the same. Heh.
Her consciousness is slipping further and further. Just as she is about to slip away completely, she hears a thunderous roar.
And with it, a familiar voice. 」

<Background 4>

Sciurus : Ratatos!

Degenbrecher : Time to go, Enciodes.

[The house starts to collapse from the fire, prompting everyone to quickly escape. ]

Ratatos : Hff—

<Background 1>

Sciurus : Ratatos, you're finally awake!

Ratatos : ......
I'm alive?!

Enciodes : You'll never die with Degenbrecher around.

[Ratatos look dejected over her failure to go down in a blaze of glory. ]

Ratatos : So our trap house, the pride of the Browntails, couldn't stop you, huh?

Degenbrecher : The wall itself wasn't a problem, but it was a pain to find your room.

Ratatos : ......
Why save me?

Enciodes : I'm here to accept the Browntails' surrender, not to claim the head of their master.

Ratatos : I only said that to lure you here... and now that you kept me alive, you should know I'm not going let you have the Browntails under your thumb.

[Several Kjeragians rush to Enciodes and Ratatos. ]

Kjerag Commoner A : Sir Enciodes... It's Sir Enciodes!

Kjerag Commoner B : Sir Enciodes, did you really escape from a burning house?

Kjerag Commoner A : Ratatos... She's the one who did this, isn't she?!

Kjerag Commoner B : Don't worry about her. Quick, find us a coat.

Kjerag Noble : Take mine. Sir Enciodes, take my coat!

「A nobleman from among the crowd ardently removes his coat. He then courteously walks up to Enciodes and puts the coat over his shoulders.
However, Enciodes takes the coat off and walks over to Ratatos, who is sitting on the ground, to put the coat on her instead.
Then, without saying another word, he stands up and heads for his car, parked on the side of the road. 」

Kjerag Noble : Not only did he not arrest Ratatos, he gave her the coat... He is far too generous!

Kjerag Commoner A : Hey, Ratatos's here. Should we, you know...?

Kjerag Commoner B : Sir Enciodes just spared her! I'm not sure that's a good idea.

Kjerag Commoner A : What do you know? Sir Enciodes is giving us this opportunity!

Sciurus : What do you think you're doing?

Kjerag Commoner A : Hmph, Sciurus, huh? Don't worry. We'll take care of you too.

Sciurus : Scram! All of you!

Kjerag Commoner A : Gah, this bitch is nuts!

[Sciurus walks to Ratatos. ]

Sciurus : Hey, Ratatos.

Ratatos : ......

Sciurus : Ratatos!
Snap out of it. We gotta move!

Ratatos : To where? Where can we go?
Look around us. They're all Browntail subjects.
Can't you tell, just looking at their eyes?
I've lost everything.

[The former Browntail clanspeople looked at Ratatos and Sciurus, which annoys the latter... ]

Sciurus : Grr...

[...just as Sharp shows up. ]

Sharp : Looks like I got here too late.

Ratatos : You... You're the one who saved me and Arctosz.
So even you come to laugh in my face?

Sharp : No, the Doctor would like to have a chat with you.

Ratatos : ......
I...
I'll pass...
Looking where we've ended up, what good would that bring us?

Operation story: BI-7

Before operation

Summary

With the Doctor's help, Arctosz regathers the situation, while Ratatos hands commanding rights over to her younger sister.

<Background 1>

Elder A : Sigh!

Elder B : What's the matter?

Elder A : The "Tschäggättäs" aren't letting us leave.
They said Enciodes instructed them to make sure we stay here, supposedly for our own safety.

Elder B : See? This is exactly as I said. He is trying to lock us in here!

Elder A : The Great Elder is unconscious, the Saintess is yet to be coronated, and he insists the other two clans are traitors. The way I see it, he is definitely up to no good.

Elder B : Shh... *Sigh*... Talking about this is not going to do us any good. The Great Elder has always been in charge of the Court's affairs, and now that this has come to pass... What are we supposed to do?

Elder C : Is this all Kjeragandr's will...?

[Enya approaches the elders. ]

Enya : It's difficult to say whether this is what Kjeragandr wanted, but I'm sure it will pain Her heart to see you so dejected.

Elder A : G-Great Saintess!

Elder B : We... We are simply worried...

Enya : Is there something to worry about?

Elder C : The Great Elder's condition... and the situation surrounding the clans...

Enya : I just talked to the doctor. The Great Elder's outlook is not optimistic, but I'm sure Kjeragandr will have mercy on him given his leadership of the Vine-Bead Court for so many years. Have faith, the Great Elder will get better.
In the interim, I will take charge of all of the Court's decisions, big and small.

Elder A : Well...

Kjarr : The Saintess was supposed take charge of Kjerag at the coronation, and the Great Elder has wanted to pass the baton to the Saintess for some time now. Given the extraordinary circumstances, what's stopping you?
Or do you elders have a better idea?

Elder A : You're just the head maid...

Elder B : Enough. Head Maid Kjarr has the right of it.
We've always had faith in the Saintess's ability, and she is willing to step forward to calm the masses. There is no better arrangement.

Enya : You needn't worry, dear elders.
Considering what had happened at the ceremony, Enciodes indeed had a reason to do as he did.
And even if Enciodes harbored ill intentions, as long as I'm here, the Vine-Bead Court will be safe.

「Before, the Saintess's presence on the Holy Hunt's grounds, although brilliant, was only eye-catching.
But now, the Saintess radiates a certain aura that makes her impossible to defy.
The elders look at each other, before lowering their heads to her.
"As you wish, Saintess." 」

Enya : Leave us, please.

[The elders leave. ]

Enya : ......
Phew...

Kjarr : Enya, you were incredible.

Enya : Really?

Kjarr : Really. I thought you'd be disappointed after you came back from the ceremony.
Looks like I was worrying too much.

Enya : I'm disappointed alright.
But the last time I was disappointed, I couldn't say anything.
Back then, I had no way to fight for myself.
This time, even though I'm disappointed, I know that I have the power to make a change, no matter how little.
So I don't want to be left disappointed this time. I need to do something to stave off my disappointment.

Kjarr : Enya... You've grown up.

Enya : I wish I could've stayed a child forever. Thinking about these things all day is just too much effort...
......
But you're right. I've grown up.

<Background 2>

[The Great Elder woke up from his comatose due to the poison during the mess in the ceremony days ago... ]

Great Elder : Faith...
*Cough*...

Devotee : Great Elder, you're awake!

[...sits on the bed. ]

Great Elder : Quiet down.

Devotee : Quieting.

Great Elder : The ceremony... *cough*... What became of it? I... I remember interrogating the Browntail subject, but no more...

Devotee : You were poisoned by Sir Arctosz. Then, Gnosis's appearance made things all the more complicated.
In the end, Sir Arctosz and Matriarch Ratatos joined hands to take on Sir Enciodes, only for him to overwhelm them...

Great Elder : That's not what I wanted to hear.
What about the coronation ceremony? The Saintess? The transfer of powers?

Devotee : The ceremony was cancelled... Sir Enciodes announced that it will resume once the Paleroches and the Browntails are dealt with.

Great Elder : ......
Enciodes... *cough*...
Where's the Saintess?

Devotee : She... She is in her room right now.

Great Elder : ......

<Background fades out>

「Little one, how does it feel to sit in a Tri-Clan Council meeting for the first time?
Great Elder... I never imagined that... the Tri-Clan Council's meetings would be so boring.
The clan leaders only talked about things that concerned their families. Every time they talk about which family will put in more effort in the annual events, they aren't interested at all. They don't care about Kjeragandr.
Hohoh, a smart one. I was right about you.
Great Elder... Did you show me this on purpose?
That's right.
Why?
Because you will one day become the Great Elder.
Then, you'll understand just what this so-called faith stands for. 」

<Background fades in>

Great Elder : You... How long has it been since you came to the Vine-Bead Court?

Devotee : Huh? 25 years, Great Elder.

Great Elder : In those 25 years... *cough*... how do you think the Vine-Bead Court and Kjerag have changed?

Devotee : I... Aside from all that the Silverashes brought us, I do not think there has been any significant change.

Great Elder : These lands have not changed for a millennium.
The future ought to see no change either.
*Cough*... Help me up.

Devotee : But, Great Elder, your health...

Great Elder : I know my health... *cough*... better than anybody else.
I don't have much time left.

Devotee : But...

Great Elder : Have the Saintess proceed to the great hall. Tell her... I must speak to her about something.

<Background 3>

[Arctosz converses with the Doctor. ]

Arctosz : Doctor, this is the second time you've saved my rear.
I've had a problem with Enciodes ever since he came back to Kjerag and established that Karlan Trade of his.
I'm sure you saw it yourself when you entered Kjerag, his trade port. I can't begin to make heads or tails of it.
I've used the things he brought in. They're handy. My men are using them too. I know that.
The youths working for me think I don't know what they say about him. Well, I do.
But he can't keep things going like this. He's going to drive Kjerag further and further into this fire pit.
Kjeragandr is watching from above. If we go down that path, Kjerag will be punished.
That's why I've always been the first one to stand up against him, and this is what that got me.
The Paleroches are no fans of trickery.
And I had Valais by my side, but now...
Can I trust you?

[Sharp shows up... ]

Sharp : Doctor, Ratatos is here.

[...as Ratatos enters. ]

Ratatos : Arctosz? I thought a hotheaded punk like you would've led your forces to take on Enciodes right about now.

Arctosz : If it wasn't for the Doctor stopping me, that's what I would be doing right now.

Ratatos : You're... the Doctor... from Rhodes Island...
You saved my life. Normally, I should be rewarding you somehow.
But if what you want is the house of Browntail, then I'm sorry to disappoint you.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Your help is absolutely vital.

Ratatos : Well, that's about the most pleasing thing I've heard the past couple days.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : (Adjust her collar for her)

Ratatos : You...

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : You're overthinking it. I'm not a bad guy.

Ratatos : You and I have never met, and yet you did all that to stoke the fire. Tell me, how am I supposed to not overthink it?

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Ratatos : Well, whatever.
If Arctosz's here, I don't even have to guess at what it is that you want.
I'll be honest with you. Before your guy here found me, I was seriously thinking about surrendering to Enciodes.
Are you sure I can help you?

Doctor : If Arctosz is willing to surrender too, then I guess I don't need your help.

Arctosz : The Paleroches will never surrender.

Ratatos : So...? What do you people want?

Doctor : First off, you have already lost. / First off, I can't help you win this battle.

Ratatos : You don't have to spell it out to me like that.
The people are on Enciodes's side. When the ceremony ended, he even proclaimed that the "crimes" are mine and Arctosz's alone and didn't do a thing to our territory.
He's decided Kjerag is already his.
And that's actually how things are.
Doctor, you're a smart one. What else can we do?

Doctor : The best way we have to get ourselves out of this hole is to save the Saintess.

Ratatos : You're right that only the Saintess can set things right.
And Enciodes's taken control of the Vine-Bead Court so that the Saintess can't say anything.
Now here's the problem—He definitely sees you coming.
Actually, he probably has all those men guarding the place so that you can walk right into the trap.

Doctor : We can't go in through the front door, of course. / We'll need some preparation.

<Background 4>

Matterhorn : They'll help the Saintess?

Gnosis : There's a reason that Enciodes isn't mounting an attack on the other enemies.
First, he doesn't think it's necessary.
Second, he is worried that the Doctor will help the Paleroches.

Weiss : The Doctor... If the Doctor's actually helping Arctosz, things are probably going to get out of hand.

Gnosis : This Doctor isn't taking charge of Arctosz's army to fight us, though.
From what you have told me, this Doctor wants to stop Arctosz from being the reckless man he is and launching an all-out war. Considering that, it's not likely there will be any direct confrontation that leads to bloodshed.
I don't exactly believe in this possibility, however. The way I see it, it's not out of the question that this Doctor is trying to take control of the Paleroches and the Browntails, seeking to become Kjerag's new overlord.

Matterhorn : The Doctor's not that kind of person.

Weiss : Right. The Doctor certainly could do it, though.

Gnosis : I must say I'm a little flabbergasted by the appraisal that you two and Enciodes have of this person.
I can only hope you are right in that judgment.
In any case, however things end up, it's very likely that they are aiming for Mount Karlan, which is under our control, of course.
They'll need the Saintess to turn the tide of public opinion.
And if they succeed in getting the Saintess out of Mount Karlan, then all that Enciodes has done will be for naught.
Naturally, the Doctor knows that.
That's why we will see this Doctor here.

Matterhorn : It's ironic. In their eyes, we Silverashes are taking our own family heiress hostage.

Gnosis : They aren't wrong. Enya Silverash is indeed our hostage right now.

Matterhorn : ......

Gnosis : If you would rather I use a different turn of phrase, the Saintess has become our most important bargaining chip.
That doesn't change anything, however.

Weiss : Gnosis... could you please stop provoking Matterhorn?

Gnosis : I'm helping you two face reality.
Or are you trying to tell me that you two didn't know that Enciodes had his eyes on more than just the transfer of powers?
It was never his plan to let faith govern the state.

Matterhorn : ......

Gnosis : That's not to say anything negative about Enya Silverash.
I'm not interested in her at all. Naturally, I don't have any opinion about her.
But she became the Saintess, and she's done very well.
In that case, she will no doubt be an obstacle to Enciodes. That's all. And now things have come to this, we cannot permit anyone else on this stage to do any better than the head of the Silverash family.

Matterhorn : I know that...
Of course I know that.

Gnosis : This isn't a game. There are no do-overs. Let's not give ourselves any unnecessary trouble.
Monch, you're in charge of surveillance.

Monch : On it.

<Background 3>

Arctosz : Good. This plan is perfect!

Ratatos : You sure about that...?

Doctor : Of course.

Ratatos : ......
On the surface, we're sending our forces to raze the place to the ground, making it look like we're there to save Yucatan and attract their attention that way, to confuse them about your real plans.
You want the main force to attack them from the front.
That's to let Arctosz's forces get near Mount Karlan. Your guys will also be there in the mountains to help them along.
Doesn't sound like the safest plan there is, but it seems feasible.
What about Degenbrecher? Even if you can deal with Enciodes's Tschäggättä performers, if you don't have a way to take care of that actual monster, you'll never be able to get to him.

Doctor : Sharp.

Sharp : Is this part of my job too?

Doctor : Yes.

Ratatos : You make that sound simple, but are you sure about this?

Sharp : I wouldn't say sure. But I can probably keep her busy for some ten minutes.

Ratatos : You're a monster yourself, huh...?
So, Doctor of Rhodes Island. How are you so sure I'll help you?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I'm not forcing you.

Ratatos : You know, you kind of remind me of Enciodes.
You told me all about your plan, and then you say don't absolutely need me.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : There isn't any part of this plan that has to involve you.

Ratatos : But I already know every last detail.
No one would let somebody who knows so much just walk away.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Ratatos : ......
Whatever...

Sciurus : I'll go in your place.

Ratatos : Sciurus, this isn't a game.

Sciurus : Why don't you take a look in the mirror before you say that crap, Ratatos?
You're exhausted, you look pale as a ghost. Hell, you look completely out of it.
How am I supposed to relax when I have someone like you there to save my husband?

Ratatos : ......

Sciurus : I don't know what you and Enciodes talked about in that room.
But I'm not going to watch you hand the Browntail family over to him!

Ratatos : ......

Sciurus : Why are you staring at me like that? You want a fight?

Ratatos : You might just be right.
......
Fine, Doctor of Rhodes Island. Sciurus will help you with your plan in my place.
Though, to tell you the truth, I'm not holding out hope that we can get anything back from Enciodes.
All I can say is: good luck.

After operation

Summary

With Aurora's help, a captive Ensia decides to seek out her sister.
In the hall of Karlan, Enya confronts the Great Elder, and wins her future for herself.

<Background 5>

[Ensia is arguing with Chester. ]

Ensia : Why can't I go out, Uncle?

Chester : By the president's orders, you are not to go running around until he returns.

Ensia : So when's he coming back?

Chester : The president is currently making his way to Karlan, and will be back in two days' time.

Ensia : Look, I just want to catch a breath of fresh air, okay?

Chester : If you'll stay around the estate... I'll send someone to follow you.
Ensia, this is for your own good. The situation in Kjerag is precarious right now.

Ensia : *Sigh*...

<Background 3>

Ensia : Do you really need to do all this... Enciodes?
Doctor, what should I do...?

[Aurora suddenly shows up. ]

Ensia : Aurora?!

Aurora : Shhh–– Keep it down, it was really hard for me to sneak in with all the guards.

Ensia : Weren't you and Sharp going to stay with the Doctor?

Aurora : Yes. I'm here because the Doctor wanted me to tell you something.

<Background 4>

Gnosis : You're absolutely sure?

Monch : Yes, Arctosz has assembled a large number of soldiers in his territory, but he's not the one leading them – the Doctor is.

Gnosis : Where's Arctosz?

Monch : I'm not sure... From eyewitness accounts, he disappeared after formally handing leadership of his forces to the Doctor.

Gnosis : Is that Doctor's squad the bait? No, it can't be that simple.
How about their numbers?

Monch : The Paleroche clansmen who responded to Arctosz's call were mostly what you expected. Based on our estimates, Arctosz shouldn't have enough men to assemble another squad.

Gnosis : But there's no chance he's sitting in the back. There's a high possibility of there being another team.

Monch : The Paleroche clan's warriors are skilled at operating in the mountains. It's not beyond the realm of possibility.

Gnosis : They can't leave this squad alone though, regardless of whether it's a decoy or the main force.
Let Weiss pass on the orders and have the troops gather at the base of the mountain, awaiting further instructions.
Then dispatch someone to keep track of the army. Your primary responsibility is to find Arctosz.

Monch : On it.

<Background 3>

Ensia : The Doctor... wants me to climb up the mountain and sneak into the Vine-Bead Court to find my sister?

Aurora : Correct.
Because conflict between the Paleroche and Silverash clans is almost unavoidable now.
But if there's one person who can put a stop to all of this, it's your sister, the Saintess, Enya Silverash.

Ensia : But... But...

Aurora : The Doctor wanted to stick to Rhodes Island's policy of nonintervention and stand by.
But since restoring the Saintess to power was just a ploy by Mr. Enciodes, the Doctor believes he doesn't care much for Kjerag's faith.
And once the Silverash clan's forces beat down the Paleroche clan's, the only thing stopping him from taking all of Kjerag is the Vine-Bead Court.
In other words, the object of faith for all the people of Kjerag – the Saintess.
The Doctor doesn't actually need you to convince the Saintess to do anything. The basic idea is there might be a way to heal the relationship between your brother and sister.
There might also be some guilt in there for not being able to help since coming to Kjerag.

Ensia : I'd never blame the Doctor for that! I just want to apologize, both to the Doctor and everyone else who came with me. This was supposed to be a nice vacation, but my brother went and screwed everything up...

Aurora : It's not your fault either, Cliffheart.
Anyway, the Doctor's been dragged into Enciodes's business, and can't stand on the sidelines anymore.
And anyway, you're Enciodes's sister. Nothing can change that.
So the Doctor's decided to make a move.
And it's to have you go up the mountain, and become a kind of insurance beside the Saintess.

Ensia : The Doctor wants me to stop my brother's plans when the time comes.

Aurora : Or, take the Saintess and run when the time comes.

Ensia : ......

「Ensia subconsciously rubs the coil of rope in her hand.
Her sister braided it for her when she was a child. 」

Ensia : ......

[Ensia thought about the Doctor's suggestion for a moment, and... ]

Ensia : I'll go.

Aurora : This is a covert operation. I'll be there with the other operators to help.

Ensia : ...No.
I have a better idea.
Just get me to the base of Mount Karlan. I'll handle the rest myself.

<Background 4>

[As the Browntail-Paleroche armies march through Mt. Karlan amidst a snowfall... ]

Gulo : Doctor, why are you marching us at such a slow pace?

Doctor : So as to give those prying eyes their fill. / We can't go any faster. Not right now.

Sciurus : Gulo, don't tell me you still haven't figured out what we're doing?

Gulo : Aren't we drawing the attention of the Silverash clan? I think we're going a bit too slow for that.

Sciurus : I see you're eager to just rush in and fight the Silverashes.

Gulo : Sure am.
Last time, Valais handed me my ass, so I've got a chip on my shoulder.

[A Paleroche warrior reports to the Doctor. ]

Paleroche Clan Warrior : Doctor, we've confirmed the location of Yucatan, who was taken away during the ceremony.
As you suspected, she was not taken to the Silverash clan's territory, but locked up at the base of the mountain.

Doctor : Good work.

Gulo : Doctor, you really are something else. You managed to find Old Yucatan this quickly.

Sciurus : Hmph. Such simple intelligence gathering is child's play for a Browntail.
Anyway, we've found Yucatan, so it's time for me and this idiot here to get moving, right?

Doctor : Right.

Gulo : ......

Sciurus : What's with the silent treatment?

Gulo : What, were you talking to me? I don't remember my folks ever calling me "Idiot."

Sciurus : (Sighs deeply)
General! Gulo! Hmph... You happy now?
I'm asking you, do you know what you're supposed to be doing?

Gulo : Of course. Head to the nearest station, cause some chaos, and give you a chance to rescue your man.

Sciurus : Good.
But a word of warning from the Doctor –– don't actually kill anyone.

Gulo : Hmph. The station's full of civilians. I swear on my name not to lay a finger on them.
But, Doctor, if the Silverashes show up...
All I can say is, I'll try to hold back.

<Background 5>

Aurora : Cliffheart, did you say you were looking for... your mountaineering equipment?

Ensia : Yup.

Aurora : Don't tell me you're going to climb Mount Karlan...

Ensia : Eh... From what you've told me, there should be a ton of people in Karlan.
If we're talking about heading up the face of the mountain, even the squad leader would have some difficulty sneaking in.
But that's nothing I can't handle~
As long as you can get me to the foot of the mountain, I can handle the rest.

Aurora : But... the others and I won't be able to protect you.

Ensia : No biggie, no biggie.
I've gotten plenty of training at Rhodes Island, so I'm more than capable of handling myself in an ordinary fight.

Aurora : But...

[Chester approaches Ensia. ]

Chester : Ensia, where are you going?

Ensia : Uncle Chester...
I want to go climbing.

Chester : Which mountain are we talking here?

Ensia : Mount Karlan.

Chester : That place is going to turn into a battlefield. You'll get hurt if you go.
Why do you want to go there?

Ensia : ......
Uncle Chester, ever since I fell in love with mountaineering, I've always wanted to summit Mount Karlan with my own two hands.
I've only wanted it even more since my sister left us and became the Saintess... One day, I would reach the peak and bring my sister home.
And now, my chance has finally come.

Chester : You won't be able to do that, Ensia.

Ensia : Even if I can't bring my sister back home, I need to be with her at a time like this.
She must be very confused after everything our brother's done.
If I can't stop him, then, I at least want to be there for her!

Chester : ......

「Olafur, your youngest daughter's gotten pretty big too. 」

[A sergeant of the Silverashes' army interrupts Ensia. ]

Silverash Clan Sergeant : Young Lady, I am sorry, but by the Master's orders, you are not allowed to leave the estate. It's for your own safety.

Chester : Stand down.

Ensia : Huh?
Uncle Chester!

Silverash Clan Sergeant : Sir, you're directly contradicting the Master's orders!

Chester : I'll accept all responsibility for what happens here.

Silverash Clan Sergeant : But... Even if you'll go so far to vouch for her, how can that be more important than her safety?

Chester : A Silverash never takes unnecessary risks.
This time, let's trust her.

Silverash Clan Sergeant : Ugh... Fine.

Chester : Go, prepare a burdenbeast for the Young Lady and our guests from Rhodes Island.

Silverash Clan Sergeant : Understood.

Ensia : Thank you, Uncle Chester!

Aurora : Thank you very much, Sir.
I always thought you...

Chester : No need to thank me.
Now go. Time is of the essence.

Ensia : Okay!

Chester : Ensia.

Ensia : Hm?

Chester : Be careful out there.

Ensia : Will do!

[Ensia and Aurora leaves. ]

Chester : Olafur.
Ever since you and Elizabeth passed on, I've always regretted that I stood against you and the reforms you tried to bring to our land. I should have stood with you.
So, when your son decided to take up your ideals, I chose to support him wholeheartedly.
Enciodes has done exceptionally well.
As the Saintess, Enya has won the adoration of the people of Kjerag.
Though Ensia contracted Oripathy, her condition is under control and she is as happy-go-lucky as always.
But, it suddenly just occurred to me.

「How long has it been since I saw these three kids getting along, smiling and laughing as siblings should? 」

<Background 1>

Great Elder : ......

[Enya walks to the Great Elder's side. ]

Enya : Great Elder, you still need to rest...

Great Elder : ......
According to the records, this great hall was built by the people of all three clans following the establishment of the Tri-Clan Council. The existence and cooperation of the three clans far predates the modern Tri-Clan system.
Then, after thousands of years passed, the system was tweaked and sanded down, until it became what we see today.
And this chair may well have been here for thousands of years.
Over a dozen Great Elders sat on this seat, spending their lives here.

Enya : Juast as a dozen Saintesses found their final resting spot atop this mountain.

Great Elder : From the very beginning, the Saintess was a fabrication of the Vine-Bead Court to facilitate the spread of the faith.

Enya : Now that you've chosen to tell me these things I've known for a long time, are you meaning to say that our faith is false?

Great Elder : You seem to be a lot more direct as well. But I mean the opposite, Enya. Sorry, Saintess.
Saintess... *cough* *cough*... Do you know my original name?

Enya : ...No.

Great Elder : I'm afraid no one in the present Vine-Bead Court remembers either.
Even I, myself, have forgotten.
Each Great Elder, after taking up the mantle of the previous one, is known only as "Great Elder".
One day, the people will also forget your name, and know you only as "Saintess".
Then, the Great Elder and Saintess come to realize––
What people believe in... is not Kjeragandr.
People can believe in anything, as long as there's a story, a few neat coincidences. They will believe in you, in me, in Enciodes, in the mountain, in the water, even in a single leaf.
If people can believe in anything, then what is faith?
The Great Elders finally came to an answer:
What people believe is faith itself.
People choose to vest power in the object of their faith.
People attribute the things that they shun to their faith.
People unconditionally trust the way of life to which their faith guides them.
So, what is faith?
Faith is laziness, escapism, and decadence! Faith is stability, faith is stagnation! *cough* *cough* *cough*––

Enya : Let's get you to bed, Great Elder.

Great Elder : No, Saintess. Saintess!

「The Great Elder desperately clutches at Enya's wrist.
His grasp is so tight that it leaves a red mark on her skin, as if he spent all his remaining strength on it.
His eyes are fixed on the Saintess before him, but he seems to be looking at someone else. 」

Great Elder : Faith is ugly! But even so, it is indestructible!
In the thousands of years of Kjerag's history, the cracks between the three major clans have gradually widened, yet no one can deny faith. Faith is the foundation of Kjerag!
Faith unites the people of Kjerag. People seek out faith, people rely on faith!
Kjerag has existed like this for thousands of years!
The people crave stability! The people crave stagnation!
Enciodes thinks he has won, but he hasn't. He cannot win.
How could he possibly defeat the faith that has coalesced in Kjerag for millennia?
This old man is about to die, but you are still young. You are the Saintess of this Vine-Bead Court, and you will become the Great Elder of this Vine-Bead Court.
Go forth and instruct him, overcome him. Make him understand that in the face of faith itself, his actions are insignificant, beneath even mention!

「Enya remains silent for a while, but forces herself free of the Great Elder's grip.
She feels pity for the old man before her, but she feels a greater determination. 」

Enya : ...I disagree, Great Elder.
You say that faith equals stagnation, and that people depend on faith because they demand stability.
But that's not how I see things.
It is true that once people accept a faith, they come to rely on it. Laziness, escapism, decadence... I can't argue those.
But this does not mean that faith itself is stagnation.
Faith is just faith, nothing more. It has no attributes by itself, and its substance comes from what is put into it.
If the faith progresses, then the faithful will progress with it.
If the faith stagnates, then the faithful will stagnate with it.
The reason why you think the people of Kjerag crave stagnation is precisely because Kjeragandr's faith has been stagnant for thousands of years in the hands of the Vine-Bead Court!
We've drawn up this land as a prison to preserve the rules of some ancient agreement, surviving in these snow-capped mountains for millennia without exploring or even making contact with the outside world.
And you mean to tell me this agreement has anything to do with our faith?
Is it not just the arrogance of the Vine-Bead Court?

Great Elder : Arrogance? No, no, this is how things were meant to be!

Enya : Nothing is inherently meant to be.
If it seems that way, it's only because it's never been changed.
It's time to change, Great Elder.

Great Elder : No, Saintess, you cannot change anything.
Faith... *cough* *cough*... is the fundamental reason why Kjerag is Kjerag.

Enya : I will go and face Enciodes, but not in the way you want.
I don't know if I'll succeed.
But, since the Saintess has always been used by the Vine-Bead Court as a tool to guide the peoples' faith...
I shall put this tool to good use.
I am the Saintess, but I am not the Saintess of the Vine-Bead Court. I am the Saintess of Kjerag.
I will use my own methods to guide the people to freedom. The freedom to progress, to explore, to take risks.
And as for you, Great Elder, it is time to rest.
Attendants, come help the Great Elder away.

「Enya stands up and walks to the door of the great hall, her eyes fixed forward. 」

<Background fades out>

「Behind her, the Great Elder occupies his same seat, watching her back grow ever smaller in the distance. He stretches out his hand as to grasp something, but finally, powerlessly, it drops.
He grasps nothing at all.
He remains there evermore, motionless, just like the snow of Kjerag blanketing his dreams. 」

Operation story: BI-8

Before operation

Summary

The Doctor's plan succeeds in confounding the Silverash side.
Ensia reaches the foot of Mt. Karlan without a hitch and begins to climb, while Degenbrecher is intercepted by Sharp, the two prepared to battle at the drop of a pin.

<Background 1>

Monch : Sir, I've searched the woodlands around the perimeter of the Paleroche clan and found no signs of mobilization.

Gnosis : Keep looking.

Monch : Yessir.

[Monch runs off as Weiss reports in to Gnosis. ]

Weiss : Gnosis, we've got an issue.
Gulo split from the Doctor's forces and led a team around Mount Karlan, breaking through the pass and occupying the station there!

Gnosis : What?!

Weiss : Right now, Gulo is driving everyone out of the station, and another team is heading for Klin.

Monch : That's where Yucatan is being held... Is this a rescue operation?

Gnosis : Impossible. They're being far too inefficient for that. There must be another motive.
Monch, based on the route you saw them taking, where do you think the Doctor is headed?

Monch : ...They chose a route that could lead either to Mount Karlan or to the pass.

Weiss : Oh... Could the Doctor intend to bypass Mount Karlan to directly attack our territory?

Gnosis : I should've warned you about this possibility.
No, I was caught off guard myself. I should've stationed more troops at the pass.

Weiss : The Doctor...

Gnosis : But, Arctosz still hasn't shown himself, and we cannot say for sure what their true objective is...
Grr, I'll have Valais head to the station to deal with Gulo, then Weiss will go to Klin.
Have a portion of the troops stationed at the base of the mountain go defend the pass and prevent the Doctor's forces from breaking through to our territory.

Weiss : Understood.

<Background 2A>

Paleroche Clan Warrior : General, we've already taken control of the station. Why are we still waiting here?
The Doctor told us to avoid hurting anyone, but I didn't hear anything about not smashing the place up. This station is a symbol of Silverash treachery.

Gulo : Calm down. We'll see when the next train arrives––
Grr... When's the thing supposed to arrive anyway? Let me see the note the Doctor left me...
Okay, that sounds about right.

[A train approaches the station and boarded by the Paleroche clan's warriors under Gulo as it arrives, spooking the passengers. ]

Kjerag Merchant A : Huh?! What's going on here?!

Gulo : This station now belongs to Gulo of the Paleroche clan! Get out of here, if you value your life!

Kjerag Merchant B : Why is the Paleroche clan here?!

Kjerag Merchant A : And it's none other than the terrible Gulo! Did the Paleroches declare war?!

Kjerag Merchant B : Ugh... I'm too young to die! Run!

Gulo : That's right! Run, faster!

[The passengers evacuate the train as Ensia joins in. ]

Ensia : ......
Umm... General Gulo, thanks for bringing me along.

Gulo : Hmph. I would want nothing to do with a Silverash daughter, if not for the fact that the Doctor told me you were helping.
You really aren't in cahoots with that brother of yours?

Ensia : I'm here to stop him.

Gulo : ...I don't trust you, but I do trust the Doctor. The one called Sharp told me to trust in the victory the Doctor would bring.
Alright. Didn't you say you had to make your way up the mountain? Off with you.
After you go, I'll have to halt the railroad... to do what again? Oh, right, gotta stop things from running so that Silverash reinforcements don't show up too quickly.

Ensia : Well, thanks anyway, General Gulo!

[Ensia runs off to do her part. ]

Gulo : These people make no sense to me at all.
Whatever. I have my own things to do anyway.

<Background 3>

[Sciurus approaches the shed where Yucatan is held captive. ]

Sciurus : Hmph, that musclehead might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he certainly does know how to fight.
He should be fine holding down the station.
Next up is... Dammit, my ass..

Browntail Clan Warrior A : Madame, why don't you get off the burdenbeast and rest for a bit? The rest of us can handle things.

Sciurus : Hmph. I don't have the luxury for that right now.
Our task is much more difficult than Gulo's.
In addition to rescuing Yucatan, we also have to take as much of Klin as we can.
Until the Doctor wins over on the other end, we have to draw the Silverashes' attention.

Browntail Clan Warrior A : Madame, can we really hold out against those numbers with the forces we have here? Are you sure this Doctor isn't just using us as fodder?

Browntail Clan Warrior B : That's right, the Matriarch...

Sciurus : Shut it.
Listen, Ratatos is sick and tired of carrying this clan on her back, so she's trusting this to me.
We're at a do or die moment for the house of Browntail. If we succeed, the Browntail clan might just have a future. If we fail, we're all changing our names to Silverash.
I don't care what Enciodes is trying to do or what he wants Kjerag to be, but us Browntails will never be anyone's fodder.
If you're that eager to get a new name, then you can leave now. But if being a Browntail means anything to you, then come with me!

Browntail Clan Warrior A : (I've never seen Sciurus so charismatic before...)

Browntail Clan Warrior B : (I didn't know Sciurus had such a talent for speeches...)

Browntail Clan Warrior C : (I think she really is speaking her mind. She's just never been given a chance before.)

Sciurus : What are you mumbling about over there?!

Browntail Clan Warrior A : (Even though I heard that the Matriarch herself was planning on surrendering, if Sciurus isn't willing to give up, then...)

Browntail Clan Warrior B : (It would be really shameful for us to raise the white flag.)

Browntail Clan Warrior C : (That's right. And to be honest, I find it hard to believe that the Matriarch would do something like that...)

Sciurus : You're still not done? If you don't like it here, then beat it!

Browntail Clan Warriors : We fight for the house of Browntail!

Sciurus : Hmph, that's more like it.

<Background 2A>

Ensia : Alright, I'll handle the rest.

Aurora : Are you serious about this?

Ensia : Don't worry. I'm a bona-fide pro.

Aurora : You'd better not die on us.
I'll be waiting for the good news.

[Aurora leaves. ]

Ensia : As much as I've trained, it's been a long time since I've done any real mountaineering. Not since I came to Rhodes Island for treatment.
This sure is getting my blood pumping, haha...
Wait for me, sis. I'm coming for you.

「Ensia remembers how when she was a child, she always loved bringing her sister along to her climbs.
Though she was physically fit, she'd always give up halfway through.
Her favorite thing to do was to curl up on the sofa by the fire, knitting something for herself or her brother, or just napping.
"My sister probably doesn't like the mountains." That's what Ensia thought.
But in the end, after becoming the Saintess, she was bound atop the mountain.
Ensia always had a dream – that one day, she would save her sister from the mountain. 」

[Ensia starts her ascent to the peak of Mt. Karlan. ]

<Background fades out and in>

[Gulo and his Paleroche warriors dismantle the train rails. ]

Paleroche Clan Warrior : General, this railway should be useless now, right?

Gulo : No clue. But it probably isn't gonna work anymore.
But who gives a shit. The other job the Doctor gave us was to start some chaos in Silverash territory, the bigger the better.
Since we've already messed this place up pretty good, let's go somewhere else––

[Valais shows up. ]

Gulo : ...Huh?
You sure took your sweet time, Valais.

Valais : Gulo, what exactly is the Doctor after?

Gulo : The sentimental side of me actually wants to tell you.
But, honestly, I got no clue what the Doctor is trying to do either, hahaha!
But what I do know is, I'm here to make enough trouble to give Enciodes a tough time!

Valais : Gulo, I'd prefer not to humiliate you.
Or any of the excellent warriors of the Paleroche clan.
So lay down your arms. You have no chance of winning.

Gulo : Valais, I know you've got some bad blood, and I'm not good at comforting people.
I also know that there's nothing I can do to bring back what you've lost.
But I'm happy to rumble with you. Let you blow off your steam.

Valais : ......

<Background fades out and in>

[As the snow grows heavier, Ensia continues her ascent. ]

Ensia : Phew... That should be it for the first checkpoint.
Ah... If I remember right, this trail was part of the trial to become a Saintess.

「Ensia remembers, the night before the selection of the Saintess, her sister had some kind of fight with her brother.
That night, she sat alone on the sofa in the living room until the sun came up.
She still remembered telling her sister that if not for the fact that she was too young, she would've joined the Saintess selection process herself. Her sister smacked her upside the head.
Her sister was quite strong.
But never did she expect that this would be the last time her sister would smack her around. 」

<Background 2B>

[Leading the Paleroche army, Arctosz notices the snow growing heavier. ]

Arctosz : ......

Paleroche Clan Officer : Sir, it's starting to snow.

Arctosz : A good opportunity.
Kjeragandr smiles upon us, by the look of things.

Paleroche Clan Officer : Though it took a lot of extra time to make our way to the Holy Hunt, it was well worth it.

Arctosz : How's the situation at the foot of the mountain?

Paleroche Clan Officer : It seems like the Doctor was able to divert their attention. The forces stationed there were far fewer than we expected.

Arctosz : Haha, good! Very good! The Doctor is quite capable!
Still, we can't afford to bring shame to the Paleroche name.
Warriors, now that our time is nigh, we need no longer conceal ourselves.
Forget the Silverashes! Follow me – we'll rush up the mountain and rescue the Saintess!

Paleroche Clan Warriors : Yessir!

<Background fades out and in>

Ensia : Why'd it have to start snowing now...?
Old Kjeragandr really has a dry sense of humor.
Or, maybe this is a test for me, as the sister of the Saintess?
Well, whatever.
A bit of wind and snow can't hold me back!
You can do this, Ensia! You weren't just talking big in front of Aurora! You've got this!

[Undeterred by the blizzard, Ensia continues to climb Mt. Karlan... ]

「It was hard to send letters back to Kjerag from Rhodes Island.
Usually, she would only get the opportunity when Courier showed up. 」

[...and even as the mountain rumbles... ]

「Each time he visited, she always felt conflicted.
Fortunately, Courier would bring a letter from her sister.
Unfortunately, Courier and Matterhorn would always treat her like a kid, as if she couldn't see the sadness on their faces.
She is also a child of the Silverash family. She read the books left behind by her parents and knew of the vision they had for Kjerag. She also got good grades in Hypatia's class! 」

[...she keeps going. ]

「Of course she knew.
What she did not know is... Did things have to turn out like this?
If so, then why her family? 」

<Background 1>

Monch : Sir, troops led by Arctosz suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain and broke through the defensive line!

Gnosis : Grr... Where'd they come from?

Monch : I'm afraid they entered the site of the Holy Hunt, so our men were unable to track them down...

Gnosis : And our forces stationed there couldn't stop them?

Monch : A portion of the forces were split off to defend the pass, plus it suddenly started snowing, and morale was low to begin with. Since their goal was to break through the line...

Gnosis : ......

[Enciodes enters the room. ]

Enciodes : You've been outplayed, Gnosis.

Gnosis : ......

Enciodes : You made the right call. They care only about Mount Karlan and the Saintess. Everything else is secondary to that.

Gnosis : Did you come back only to mock me?

Enciodes : No, I would've hesitated too, in your position.
Just as you used your longstanding reputation within Karlan Trade to put on a play of half-truths...
Our lack of familiarity with the Doctor worked to that one's advantage – no shortage of tricks up those mysterious sleeves.
You may believe that the Doctor has designs on Kjerag, but from my perspective, I don't necessarily think that the Saintess is the only objective.
Of course, the Doctor could not be sure that we would see things this way, and that was the wager.
That you'd see the Doctor's actions around the pass as a move against Kjerag.
The Doctor only required that you be sufficiently concerned about this possibility to send your troops to assuage those concerns.
As such, the Doctor won the bet.

Gnosis : Enciodes, your arrogance is truly loathsome. To wax admiringly about the actions of your enemy at a time like this.
This is not a game, and we cannot afford to fail.

Enciodes : I am not a fan of failure, Gnosis.
I've already sent Degenbrecher.

Gnosis : To intercept Arctosz?

Enciodes : No... Why do you think the Doctor chose a route that could lead either to Mount Karlan or the pass?

Gnosis : You're saying that Arctosz's forces are a ruse.
From the very beginning, the Doctor's forces were both the bait and the main force.
No wonder why they were moving so slowly. They were waiting.

Enciodes : That's right. And, if I'm not mistaken, this is when they will start making their move.
If the Doctor is allowed to group with Arctosz, then there would be real trouble.

[Ensia continues her ascent. ]

「Ensia already knows.
She knows her wish cannot come true.
She cannot save her sister from the mountain.
She also cannot mend the relationship between her two siblings.
How could she have no idea as to what her brother seeks to accomplish?
How could she not see that the rift between the two was only growing wider and wider?
But what can she do?
She doesn't like to cry, to vent her frustrations to others, or to give up.
All she can do is wedge the climbing pick in her hand into the rock above her head, and momentarily forget some of her troubles as she overlooks the scenery from atop the mountain.
Drifting snow strikes her face, leaving traces that look like streaks of tears. 」

<Background 2B>

Paleroche Clan Warrior : Doctor, Master Arctosz has begun to move.
We've also heard that the Silverashes are reinforcing the pass.
So far, everything is proceeding as you have planned.

Doctor? : ......

[Degenbrecher shows up alongside a squad of Tschäggättäs. ]

Paleroche Clan Warrior : So she's here.

Degenbrecher : This is as far as you go, Rhodes Islander.

Doctor? : ......

Degenbrecher : Hm?
I remember your codename. You're Sharp.

[The "Doctor" reveal themselves to be Sharp... ]

Sharp : Lucky the Doctor brought some spare clothes.

[...as he confronts the Black Knight. ]

Degenbrecher : So that's what's going on. This entire army is both the genuine article and also a decoy.

Sharp : To be precise, this plan was specially tailored to you.
The Doctor had to plan for a contingency that included a woman strong enough to tear any plan to shreds.

Degenbrecher : I am not Enciodes. The admiration and respect of my enemies mean nothing to me.
The only thing I need of my enemies is for them to be strewn across the ground.

Sharp : Then you're in luck. You've got a whole army of opponents right in front of you.

Degenbrecher : You're the only one in this crowd worthy of being my opponent.

「Degenbrecher shakes her head, sighing as if offering an immutable truth within her opinion.
Sharp looks at the woman before him, and for some reason, is reminded of his friend Stormeye, a fellow elite operator.
Stormeye would've been very happy to face an opponent like her.
But to him, whether mingling with the army here, or dealing with Degenbrecher, all of this is just a part of the job. 」

Sharp : It's a shame, an enemy's respect doesn't do much for me either.

Degenbrecher : I dislike glory, but you don't seem to care about it at all.

Sharp : Nothing personal. It's just business.

Degenbrecher : Just business?

Sharp : Doing business requires professionalism. Only an amateur would bring personal feelings to the job.
There's nothing worth bragging about when it comes to my combat abilities. It's just one of my tools to get the job done.

Degenbrecher : Hahaha, I like the way you think.
I've always despised self-righteous challengers, pumped up on their skills or ideals.
And, without exception, I crushed them all underfoot.

Sharp : I have heard of your feats as The Black Knight.
A Leithanian who cannot use Arts, rendering all dignity and pride worthless before your greatsword.
Where is that greatsword, by the way?

Degenbrecher : Waving something like that around in this unsophisticated place would only scare the natives, so I decided to switch weapons.
Not that it matters what I use, though.

「Degenbrecher flourishes the blade in her hand, and in the blink of an eye, the wind and snow itself seem to cleave in two. 」

Sharp : As for me, I was promised victory.

「Sharp bends forward slightly, placing his hand on the hilt of the standard-issue knife at his waist.
Degenbrecher notices a familiar scent from him.
Back when she was in Kazimierz, only a few people gave off this same scent.
The scent of war. 」

[Degenbrecher the Black Knight and Sharp the R.I. specialist operator clashes against each other in an intense duel. ]

After operation

Summary

The multiple fighting fronts are lit like wildfire, and just as battle seems inevitable, the Saintess Enya elects to descend, quelling the conflict.

<Background 2B>

[The duel between Degenbrecher and Sharp continues, with the Black Knight gaining the upper hand... ]

Degenbrecher : Do you come from the Court of Sargon?

Sharp : That was my previous employment.
Never thought you'd be able to identify Sargon swordsmanship.

[...and she struck him down, bringing him to his knees. ]

Degenbrecher : I have little interest in Arts. But when it comes to weaponry, I couldn't forget anything, even if I wanted to.

Sharp : No wonder they called The Black Knight a natural-born warrior.

Degenbrecher : Natural-born?
Hmph.
Do you know how long it took to go from "a Leithanian who can't use Arts" to "a natural-born warrior?"

[Degenbrecher continues going on the offensive as Sharp blocks her attacks with his shield, until... ]

"Click."
The shield in Sharp's hand reveals a crack.
Though there are several wounds on Degenbrecher's body, she seems not to notice them.

Sharp : Do you have no sense of pain?

Degenbrecher : If growing up, the only waking sensation you knew was pain, then you too would be used to it.
How about you? How many times have you danced with death?

Sharp : Everyone I knew who even thought of counting didn't survive long in battle.

[The two continues clashing their swords with each other. ]

Sharp : I heard that The Black Knight, despite being a three-time champion, was exiled from Kazimierz and hunted for refusing to work with the General Chamber of Commerce, eventually disappearing beyond Kazimierz's borders.

Degenbrecher : So?

[Degenbrecher strikes Sharp, who blocked it with his shield. ]

Sharp : Once a symbol of refusal to bow to authority, now a conspirator's bodyguard taking part in the usurpation of a country.
I don't pass any moral judgments. I just can't help but to feel a bit let down.

Degenbrecher : I thought a Rhodes Islander of all people would understand Enciodes's ideas.

Sharp : Understanding is one thing. Acceptance is another.
Actually, I think the Doctor understands Enciodes well.

Degenbrecher : I'm not going to defend Enciodes or myself. It's too much of a hassle, and also unnecessary.
See for yourself what he wants with your own eyes – if you survive, that is.

<Background 4>

「After a great many struggles, Ensia finally reaches the edge of the cliff. She can scale it easily, but the sound of a nearby conversation makes her freeze. 」

Silverash Clan Warrior A : Everything's gone to shit down there, and everything's gone to shit up here too.

Silverash Clan Warrior B : Yeah. I can't believe the Great Elder went down like that, and now Arctosz is rampaging his way up here.

Silverash Clan Warrior A : I was under the assumption that the worst was over, but now I have no idea what's going to happen next.

Silverash Clan Warrior B : I didn't really think there'd be peace anyway, but now that things have gone south, I feel a little guilty.

Silverash Clan Warrior A : Guilty? Why?

Silverash Clan Warrior B : Since we entered the Vine-Bead Court, the Lady–– Err, the Saintess, has clearly taken the reins.
Since the Great Elder collapsed, the entire Vine-Bead Court has fallen in line with the Saintess.
And below the mountain, Sir Enciodes has taken complete control.

Silverash Clan Warrior A : ......
When you put it that way, it all makes sense, huh. The Saintess controls the mountain, and Sir Enciodes controls everything below.

Silverash Clan Warrior B : Borrowing your words, I have no idea what's going to happen next.

Silverash Clan Warrior A : We're just underlings anyway. There's no point thinking too hard about it.

Silverash Clan Warrior B : Yeah, you're right. Why even bother?
Let's make two more rounds. Maybe we'll get called down the mountain by then.

[The Silverash warriors leave as Ensia climb up. ]

Ensia : Sis...

<Background 5>

[The sound of a burning building is heard. ]

Silverash Clan Warrior C : Hey! What's that?!

Silverash Clan Warrior D : The granary is on fire!

Silverash Clan Warrior C : What?! Someone go put it out, hurry!

[The warriors rushed off to put out the fire as Sciurus reveal herself. ]

Sciurus : Heh, piece of cake.

Browntail Clan Warrior : Madame, you certainly have a unique way of doing things, though that's to be expected...

Sciurus : The hell are you trying to say?!

Browntail Clan Warrior : N-Nothing, it was a compliment.

Sciurus : Hmph. I'll pay for them to rebuild the granary after we're all done here, but for now, we're on urgent business!
Stop dragging your feet! The fire's got their attention, so go rescue Yucatan! The place is right ahead!

Browntail Clan Warrior : Yes, Madame!

<Background 4>

Enya : ...Kjarr.

Kjarr : I'm here, Saintess.

Enya : During the ceremony, I recall that when I happened to spot you in the crowd, there was a hooded figure next to you.

Kjarr : That's right.

Enya : I've heard that this person is a guest from Rhodes Island invited by Enciodes. A guest known as the Doctor.
But now, that individual stands with Arctosz, fighting against Enciodes.

Kjarr : ...Nothing escapes you, Saintess.

Enya : How did you come to know this person?

Kjarr : By chance, when I was heading down the mountain to deliver your letter.

Enya : ...I'll take your word for it then.

Kjarr : Why did this question suddenly grip your thoughts?

Enya : ......
I would like to meet this person.

Kjarr : Huh?

Enya : Though I don't know exactly why, the Doctor stands in direct opposition to Enciodes.
I want to know exactly why.

Kjarr : ......

Enya : I no longer doubt what I must do, but I am afraid that I made up my mind too late.
There are some things I must fight for.

Kjarr : About that... You needn't worry yourself.

Enya : Why not?

Kjarr : Because the Doctor's emissary is right behind you.

Enya : Huh?!

[Enya turns back to see her sister Ensia who were there all along. ]

Ensia : Sis!

Enya : Ensia... I suppose I've finally started hallucinating.

Ensia : Snap out of it, sis! You're not hallucinating! It's me, your sister, Ensia!

Enya : What?! Ensia, is that really you?

Ensia : It is! Here, come touch me if you don't believe it.

Enya : ......!

「Enya wants to reach out with her shaking hands to feel Ensia.
She fears that the sister who suddenly appeared before her is an illusion.
But before she has a chance to do so, Ensia has already plunged into her arms.
She knows right away, without a shadow of a doubt, that the woman embracing her is her dearest little sister. 」

Enya : ......
It's you, Ensia... It really is you...

Ensia : I've missed you so much.

Enya : I've missed you too.
Have you been well?
What of your illness?
What kind of place is this Rhodes Island?

Ensia : You're so silly. You already asked all these things in your letters.
I have to tell you...

<Background 2B>

[The duel between Degenbrecher and Sharp continues. ]

「Sharp takes a few steps back with a shallow breath.
He has fought many opponents throughout his career, and has also learned from – or at least watched – many formidable fighters at Rhodes Island.
But he has to admit – he has never faced anyone like Degenbrecher before. Or rather, an opponent as pure and simple as Degenbrecher.
She has speed and strength, qualities that every warrior should possess.
Degenbrecher has nothing more, but clearly needs nothing more.
Why would anyone need anything more than incredible speed and strength?
Fortunately... Sharp became an elite operator because he also possesses these two things. 」

Sharp : ......

Degenbrecher : ......

Sharp : You have a lot of trust in Enciodes.

Degenbrecher : What makes you say that?

Sharp : Few people have the capacity to do this for money.
And besides, you are not a person who can be won over with money.

Degenbrecher : What about you? You said this is just business, but what you've done goes well beyond duty.

Sharp : I assure you, the work I do is the work I like.

Degenbrecher : ...I didn't like Kazimierz. Too chaotic, and the people are too loud.
I thought I wouldn't like Kjerag either.
But Kjerag isn't too bad.

Sharp : That's a fair reason. Having a nice place to retire is important.

「As if reaching a tacit agreement, the two sides take a few steps back.
They both realize that their previous moves achieved nothing toward the goal of eliminating the opponent.
They would have to tap into more of their power.
Degenbrecher casts her sword aside, and pulls the swordbreakers from her waist.
Sharp likewise discards his shield and holds his knife with both hands.
An evergreen tree branch buckles under the weight of the snow with a crackling sound.
In the same instant, Sharp and Degenbrecher both vanish from where they were just a second ago. 」

<Background 4>

Enya : Honestly, what am I going to do with you?
You actually managed to sneak past everyone and climb all the way up from the foot of the mountain.

Ensia : Heheh, it was the only way for me to see you.

Enya : You were just saying a certain "the Doctor" sent you up here?
To what end?

Ensia : The Doctor told me I should stay by your side, protect you when you need it, or help you escape.

Enya : When I need it?

Ensia : Yeah, like if our brother tries to do something bad to you.

Enya : ......

Ensia : I...
Okay, this is what I think.
He has his ideas, and I can't stop him.
But if those ideas end up putting you in danger...
I'll put my life on the line to stop him.
......

「Enya suddenly understands why the Doctor sent her sister to her side.
For protection. For a way out. These are the two reasons told to Ensia.
But the Doctor also knows about her ideals, as well as the fact that being able to see her sister would be inherently meaningful.
Have Ensia protect her?
Have Ensia help her escape?
No, quite the opposite.
She is the one who should protect Ensia.
She is the one who should help Ensia escape.
She is the one –– who should be fighting. 」

Enya : Ensia, I see you're still wearing the bracelet I made for you.

Ensia : Of course. And I'll keep wearing it.

Enya : I'll find the time to make a new one for you.

Ensia : Really?!

Enya : Mmhmm.
So, Ensia...

Ensia : Yeah?

Enya : Do you want to do a little favor for me?

Ensia : A favor?

Enya : Come with me.

<Background 1>

Yucatan : ......
(It's awfully quiet outside, but there should still be two guards.)
(The window... If I don't want them to see me from this angle, I have to lead the guards away first.)
(The patrol route... They pass through this area five times a day, and should be coming around soon.)

[Yucatan gets close to the door and looked at it... ]

Yucatan : (No, I can't force open the lock... But if I can pick it...)
(...Then there might still be a chance.)

[...as footsteps can be heard from behind it. ]

Young Guard : Sir Enciodes... This time I swear...

Yucatan : (––They're coming!)

Young Guard : The conflict... three clans seems inevitable, but...

Older Guard : ...Browntail clan's... burning... Sciurus...

Yucatan : (Sciurus...?!)
(Why did they mention Rus? Did something happen to her?!)
(Dammit, I'm still too far away... I can't hear clearly.)
(No, she can handle herself. I have to find a way out of here first, then find Sciurus and the Matriarch...)

Silverash Clan Warrior : Halt, who are you people?!

[The Silverash warrior is attacked... ]

Silverash Clan Warrior : Stop them right now–– Guh...

Yucatan : –––?!
(There's a commotion coming from the entrance... What happened?)

[...as someone breaks the door open, who turned out to be Sciurus. ]

Sciurus : Yucatan, are you alright?!

Yucatan : Rus?! What are you doing here?

Sciurus : Huh? Are you dumb? I'm here for you, obviously!
Everyone else is so worthless, I had to rescue you myself!

Yucatan : But, it's too dangerous!
Rus, how many did you bring with you? Y-You didn't have to come yourself, you know. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you!

Sciurus : ......
Yucatan.
Say one more word and I'm going to beat the crap out of you.

Yucatan : Umm...

Sciurus : Shut up! Think about what you'd do for me. I'll do just the same for you!
And you'd better not forget it!
Also, you're not allowed to abandon me ever again.

Yucatan : Rus...
You know I'd never do that.

Sciurus : Hmph! Of course I know!
Alright, the fact that you're okay is a huge load off my shoulders... Now, I have something else to take care of. I promised Ratatos I'd finish another job after I save you.

Yucatan : A job?

Browntail Clan Warrior : Madame Sciurus, Weiss of the Silverash clan is moving to intercept us!

Sciurus : Right on schedule. I'll tell you the details later, but our job is to cause some trouble for those Silverash bastards.
And... there's someone else I want to talk to. But that comes later!
Things aren't looking too good, and Weiss won't go down easy... But we're in this together. Right, Yucatan?

Yucatan : ......
Of course. I'll be there for you as long as you need me.

<Background 6>

Matterhorn : Close in on them!
Don't let Arctosz up the mountain path!

[The Paleroches stood guard as the Silverashes charge at them. ]

Paleroche Clan Warrior : Sir, we're about to be completely encircled!

Arctosz : Hmph... I suppose this is as far as we could get just charging through.

Matterhorn : Please lay down your arms, Arctosz.

Arctosz : Child of Yek, I don't know what Enciodes offered you to make you so infatuated with him.
The Yek family is prominent in Paleroche lands.
Yet you still chose to help Enciodes usurp Kjerag!

[Arctosz strikes Matterhorn, who blocks it with his shield. ]

Matterhorn : ......

Arctosz : Lay down my arms?
Never.

Matterhorn : Arrest Arctosz... But try to take him alive.

[A squad of Tschäggättä moves in to seize Arctosz at Matterhorn's command. ]

Tschäggättä : ......

Arctosz : Come at me, Silverash scum! Who's brave enough to face me?!

Tschäggättä : ......?!

[Suddenly one of the Tschäggättäs are attacked from behind and collapses, revealing the attacker to be Aurora. ]

Matterhorn : ...Aurora?!
Does that mean––

Doctor : Looks like I caught up to you. / Hey. / (Tug on the brim of your hood)

Matterhorn : Doctor––?!
Don't tell me, Degenbrecher...

Arctosz : Ah, Doctor, it's about damned time!

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : The snow delayed things a bit.

Arctosz : Haha, Kjerag's snow is a challenge for outsiders like you.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Avoiding Silverash eyes and ears took time.

Arctosz : No worries. All that matters is that you're here!

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Arctosz : Heh, now that reinforcements are here, nothing can stop us!

[Enciodes shows up before Arctosz and the Doctor. ]

Enciodes : Isn't it too early to celebrate, Arctosz?

Arctosz : Enciodes!

Enciodes : Long time no see, Doctor.

Doctor : "Long time no see" indeed. / Has it really been that long? / So, you're finally willing to meet me.

Enciodes : Though there's a lot I want to talk to you about, now is not the time, unfortunately.

Arctosz : Just you wait, Enciodes. I'll break through your encirclement, rescue the Saintess, and prove to all of Kjerag that you're the real traitor!

Enciodes : I’m looking forward to it.

Arctosz : Warriors, what has been the house of Paleroche's duty since the beginning of time?

「"Defend Kjerag from foreign enemies, and protect the peace of the land!" 」

Arctosz : Now, Enciodes seeks to work against the Saintess and use her as his tool.
Can we, the hosue[sic] of Paleroche, accept that?

「"No! No! Absolutely not!!!" 」

Arctosz : Reinforcements have arrived. Follow me up Mount Karlan, topple Enciodes, and rescue the Saintess!

「"Topple Enciodes, rescue the Saintess!"
"Topple Enciodes, rescue the Saintess!!"
"Topple Enciodes, rescue the Saintess!!!" 」

[The Paleroches let out a war cry. ]

<Background 4>

Tschäggättä : ......

Silverash Clan Warrior : Saintess, what are you doing?!

Enya : I'm heading down the mountain.

Silverash Clan Warrior : Sir Enciodes said––

Enya : Since when do I need Enciodes's consent to do things?

「"Ding ding", "ding ding", "ding ding––"
An otherworldly bell sounds throughout the court.
The next moment, everyone present except Ensia falls to the ground. 」

Ensia : Wow... incredible...

Enya : Kjarr, Kjarr.

Kjarr : Saintess, how did you know I was here?

Enya : I can guess where a clever girl hides.
I need to make a trip down the mountain, so please look after things here.

Kjarr : Oh, are you leaving the hard work to me?

Enya : There are even more troublesome things waiting for me.

Kjarr : If that's the case, I suppose I can't object.

<Background 2B>

[Kjarr – who were actually Kjeragandr, the matron goddess of Kjerag Herself – watch things unfold from Mt. Karlan. ]

Kjarr : ......
In fact, during each Saintess selection, I'd dress up as a maid and secretly observe the girls being tested.
You were the sixth one that year.
I didn't have very high expectations for you, at first, since the Saintesses have been more and more boring as of late.
They may have been strong of body, but none of them were sufficiently strong of will and all ended up puppets of the Elders.
I sometimes wonder if this is because Kjerag is too closed-off. They, and the people of this country too, stagnated.
But you're different.
You're very interesting, Enya.
You didn't come here because you wanted to be the Saintess, but because of your anger and disappointment.
You faced the unforgiving elements on the trail up the mountain, you refused to give up even when your body had reached its limits, the thing on your mind...
Was not becoming a Saintess, or becoming an envoy of Kjeragandr. Rather, you were thinking about how best to serve the Kjerag people.
You thought about how disappointed you were in your brother, how disgusted you were with the other two clans, and the rage you felt at becoming the Saintess.
But the real surprise was your attitude towards Kjerag.
Or more accurately, the surprise that your family brought me.
Your brother gave me his answer sheet very early on.
And you have been searching for your own answers this entire time.
Over the years, you've endured the indifference with which the Saintess is treated in the Vine-Bead Court, while actively searching for a way to help the people. These things have become your nourishment.
And now, all that nourishment has transformed into your strength. You have not lost yourself amidst the turmoil, and you have made your choice.
Congratulations, my child, my envoy, my friend, my sister.
Forgive me for not being able to guide you. I rashly branded this land with my mark, and still regret it to this day.
But at least, allow me to add some color to your journey.

「Above the silent passageway, Kjarr smiles and gently pats her hands together.
"Clap, clap."
After which, everything changes. 」

<Background 5>

[Gulo and Valais dueled each other, with the Caprinae hitting the Anaty with her Arts... ]

Gulo : Just a scratch!

[...but he shrugs it off and landed a clean hit on her. ]

Valais : Ugh...

Gulo : Valais, I'm not sure if Master Arctosz wronged you in some way––

[Gulo strikes Valais again, who narrowly dodged it... ]

Gulo : But Enciodes isn't exactly a saint himself!

Valais : I already told you.

[...as she countered the attack, putting the two into a deadlock... ]

Valais : Kjerag needs change.
This is also so that excellent warriors like yourself will no longer make sacrifices in vain!

[...that is broken when Gulo pushes off Valais. ]

Gulo : Don't force my hand, Valais.

Valais : That's my line, Gulo.

「The two of them take a step back and assume a solid stance.
They know that today, one of them must fall. 」

[Suddenly Gulo and Valais noticed something happening at Mt. Karlan. ]

Gulo : What's that?

Valais : The dark cloud... cleared?

<Background 3>

[Weiss tried to stop Yucatan from escaping, but the Zalak proved to be more of a match for the Itra. ]

Yucatan : ......

Weiss : Gah... What a stubborn one. I underestimated you.
But, even if you manage to defeat us here, it won't make any difference.
You cannot stop the Master.

Yucatan : Like I care.
The Matriarch... Ratatos always had her own ideas about Kjerag.
She also wants people to move forward and hopes that everyone can have a better future.
Except, she doesn't have the power.
And so, she became Ratatos the schemer, as you people call her.
Maybe to you, my sister is just a bump in the road.
But to me, she'll always be my beloved sister!

Sciurus : Yucatan...

Weiss : ......
We don't hold any personal grudges against you. As long as you're willing to lay down your arms, we guarantee your safety.

Yucatan : I'm not going to let Rus and I become bargaining chips for Enciodes to use against the Matriarch.
Weiss of the Silverash clan, step aside, or I will kill you.

Weiss : The same goes for you, Yucatan of the Browntail clan.
You must remain here.

Sciurus : You can do it, Yucatan!

[Suddenly Sciurus noticed something happening on Mt. Karlan. ]

Sciurus : Huh...?
Look, Mount Karlan! Are those dark clouds clearing up?!

<Background 2B>

「Sharp turns and watches Degenbrecher slowly return her swordbreakers to her waist.
Around them, trees lie snapped in twain and rocks shattered as if a Catastrophe swept through the land.
He doesn't notice his knife slipping, because he has already lost feeling in his right hand.
He has lost. 」

Degenbrecher : Best not overuse your right hand for the next three months.

Sharp : Thanks for the tip. Looks like it's time to take a brief medical leave.

Degenbrecher : You don't seem very upset about it.

Sharp : The outcome of our fight here doesn't change anything.
I kept you occupied here until now, so I've done my job. The others will handle the rest.
Now that my job's done, it's time to clock out.

Degenbrecher : Is your job that important to you?

Sharp : Maintaining professionalism is very important to me.
Finding a good employer isn't easy, so I do happen to care about this job.
What about you? You knew from the beginning that I was here to waste your time. You don't look that upset about it.

Degenbrecher : ......
Call it a bit of curiosity. Even if you managed to delay me here, what exactly can you accomplish?

Sharp : Looks like, Enciodes's bodyguards are good for doing more than just his dirty work.
People only know that Enciodes bought The Black Knight. They don't know the Black Knight also approves of Enciodes.
You and Enciodes are both prideful.

Degenbrecher : ...I'll remember your name, Sharp.

Sharp : You don't have to remember my name, but you would do well to remember the Doctor's.

Degenbrecher : Hm?

Sharp : What's going on at Mount Karlan?

<Background fades out and in>

[All of a sudden, the Paleroches and Silverashes stand down before a battle breaks out. ]

Arctosz : ......

Enciodes : ......

Arctosz : Soldiers, in formation.

Paleroche Clan Warriors : Yessir!

Enciodes : All forces––

Tschäggättä : —!

Silverash Clan Warriors : ......!

[Sounds of a bell ringing are heard... ]

Enciodes : –––?!

Arctosz : What happened?

[...as the skies clear up and Enya revealed herself to be the one ringing the bell, her presence managed to prevent a civil war between the Kjeragians. ]

「Time seems to stand still in this moment.
Only the Saintess's footsteps reverberate through the mountains.
The wind and snow already gave way, at some unknown time.
The dark clouds overhead seem to part before her path, slowly spreading to both sides.
The light filtering through the clouds shines upon the Saintess, and for a second, the people see her descending from the sky itself.
But this is no illusion.
A miracle...
It's a miracle.
It's a miracle!!!
In this moment, only one thought remains in the hearts of the warriors.
And that is –– to offer their staunchest devotion to the Saintess. 」

<Background 1>

Servant : Kjarr.

Kjarr : Go. I will attend to the Great Elder.

Servant : Of course.

Great Elder : ......

Kjarr : Come to think of it, even though the great hall has been repaired several times, it may not be much younger than Her.
The same goes for the title of Great Elder.

Great Elder : ......

Kjarr : No one would deny that the existence of the Vine-Bead Court has allowed Kjerag to remain united all these years.
But what was correct in the past may no longer be correct.
If you cannot adapt to the changing times, then no matter how strong you are, you are fated to be cast aside.
Kjerag should not suffer that fate. At least, that is what some people hope.
Sweet dreams, Great Elder.
You've done well. You've all done well.

<Background 2A>

Valais : ...How?

Gulo : ...What is THAT?
Is that... a miracle...?

<Background 3>

Weiss : What's going on at Mount Karlan?
All forces, pull back.

[Weiss and the Silverashes withdraw. ]

Sciurus : What... just happened?

Yucatan : Can it be... a miracle from Kjeragandr?

<Background fades out and in>

Ratatos : ......
What will happen to Kjerag now...?

<Background 2A>

Degenbrecher : Hurts my eyes.
You've got me wondering now. Is this also a part of your Doctor's plans?

Sharp : I don't know myself.
To be honest, if this was a part of the Doctor's plans, or even an anticipated possibility...
Even if some operators act like the Doctor is omnipotent, I think this would be a bridge too far.

Degenbrecher : ......

<Background fades out and in>

Ensia : Enya, I'm scared...

Enya : Don't be, Ensia.
I will protect you.
I... will protect Kjerag.

「All the warriors along the mountain trail lay their weapons down.
In the face of a miracle from the Goddess of the Snowy Mountains, the goddess they have worshipped all their lives, their mortal squabbles seem ridiculous. 」

Arctosz : ......
I, leader of the Paleroche clan, Arctosz Paleroche, offer my most sincere blessings to Her envoy, the Saintess.

「After a short silence, he slowly bows to the Saintess and kneels before her.
All the Paleroche warriors follow his lead, repeating his actions. 」

Gnosis : ...Having second thoughts now, Enciodes?

Enciodes : What do you mean?

Gnosis : You ignored my advice and brought that Doctor to Kjerag.

Enciodes : Do you think we lost?

Gnosis : Does this not seem like a loss to you?

Enciodes : It might have, in the past.
But today... maybe not.

「Enciodes steps forward.
He strides out from the crowd and also approaches the Saintess, taking a knee and offering his blessings.
All the warriors of the Silverash clan follow suit.
And thus, the Snowcap Incident comes to an unexpected conclusion. 」

BI-ST-4: Adjournment

Summary

The Snowcap Incident closes out, each side winds down, and things seem to be developing in a better direction. Yet it's possible, too, that all this has only just begun.

<Background 1>

Enya : Thousands of years ago, Kjeragandr descended into this land, naming it Kjerag and bestowing upon it Her eternal vigil.
For thousands of years, Her teachings have continued to pervade the lives of all of Kjerag's people.
She gave Her flesh to the Paleroche clan, Her hide to the Browntail clan, and Her bones to the Silverash clan.
But we all share a common name –– the people of Kjerag.
Our belief in Her is the foundation of Kjerag, and is also the reason why we stand here today and call ourselves the children of Kjerag.
We all harbor the greatest respect for Her in our hearts, and work together to survive in this land to this day.
However, as we all know now, Kjerag is not the only country in this world.
Beyond these snow-capped mountains lies a vast world filled with people who do not look like us, do not speak like us, and do not share our belief in Kjeragandr.
In the past, we've had terrible disagreements over how to deal with such people.
In reality, these disagreements are not an existential crisis. Rather, they are Her way of testing us, Her way of guiding us.
She is the object of faith for all the people of Kjerag, our mother and guardian.
And as a mother, she never wishes to see her children stagnate.
Therefore...
Do not let your desire to preserve the old prevent you from trying the new. You are Her children, and you should be full of courage.
Do not let your nostalgia for your homeland prevent you from exploring new places. No matter where you go, She will walk with you.
Do not let what you already possess prevent you from seeking greater ventures, for you have the right to more in life.
After all, She is tolerant. The land She protects should be tolerant, and Her people should also be tolerant.
By the authority She has vested in me, I solemnly declare:
The Vine-Bead Court will tolerate the beliefs of outsiders towards Kjeragandr.
Furthermore, the Vine-Bead Court encourages all citizens to pursue a better life in their own ways.

<Background black>

「In the commemoration of the Saintess of Mount Karlan, the Illuminated One, known as the Blessed Enya Silverash, and the resounding speech she delivered to the people of Kjerag––
This day is officially designated a national religious day throughout the land. 」

Doctor : (Chess pieces shift on the board.)

Enciodes : The incident in the valley began as just an idle move.
I needed someone to distract the Paleroche clan so I could dispatch supplies and personnel in secret.
If not you, it could've been anyone else.
I planned on apologizing to you after all was said and done.
But now, I should probably apologize for underestimating the impact you would have.

「Enciodes speaks to himself while moving a chess piece. 」

Doctor : (Chess pieces shift on the board.)

Enciodes : Gnosis is my good friend, as well as my collaborator.
He and I do not necessarily see eye to eye – he has his own ideas and methods.
But I understand him.
As long as we share the same purpose, he will not betray me, nor do I need to exchange any information with him while executing a plan.
I could sit back and let him employ all his resources in whatever way he deemed efficacious to stymieing the power of the Browntail clan.
Destroying the railroad tracks was just a clever trick. Gnosis gained Ratatos's trust, and also blocked access to spies and Messengers from other countries.

「Enciodes looks you in the eye and makes another move. 」

Doctor : (Chess pieces shift on the board.)

Enciodes : It's a draw.

「As if foreshadowing the end result, Enciodes takes his hands off the pieces and spreads them out.
It means this round is over. 」

Enciodes : It would appear that my luck has been quite rotten lately.
I can't even win at chess anymore.

Doctor : But you didn't lose.

Enciodes : Sometimes, a draw is a great victory. And other times, a draw is a crushing defeat.

Doctor : In your case, which one is it?

Enciodes : In my case... anything other than a great victory is a crushing defeat.
But this time... is indeed an exception.
Without a doubt, I have won.
But what I didn't expect was that you opened up another possibility for my victory.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Another possibility?

Enciodes : Yes, another possibility.
I thought that outcome was impossible, but you managed to see through it and influence the situation even without knowing anything.
That doesn't change the fact that I won.
Perhaps it's been too long since I've had a worthy opponent, but such a close match truly made my heart swell.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I didn't have the means to persuade the Saintess to come down from the mountain.

Enciodes : The Saintess... does not need anyone making decisions for her.
But you nudged her at just the right moment, giving her a direction.
Furthermore, you set the stage for her.
And you would have me believe that you did all of this unintentionally?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I just wanted to prevent the loss of life.

Enciodes : You certainly achieved this objective.
You sought out Arctosz and Ratatos, made battle predictions for them preemptively, and provided a better plan to avoid war.
This very much fits your way of doing things, Doctor.
Even I could not predict that this situation could be resolved in such a peaceful manner.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Enciodes : Surely, you understand why I was so eager to unite Kjerag under one banner.

<Background 2>

Doctor : External concerns.

Enciodes : That's right.
I don't particularly hate the Vine-Bead Court, nor am I in any rush to eradicate religion from these lands.
Nor am I particularly dissatisfied with Arctosz's insularity or Ratatos's hesitation.
They don't know the things that happen outside, and thus will not hold the same views as me.
If I had enough time, I wouldn't mind spending five or ten years, or even longer, changing their minds and changing Kjerag in a gentler way.
But––
Kjerag doesn't have enough time. Even if we cannot be considered rich, there are bound to be neighboring countries eyeing this land undisturbed by Catastrophes.
I must push us forward, and if there are people who cannot accept that, then I can only deprive them of their right to object.
That is all.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : You don't need to convince me.

Enciodes : I am simply sharing some of my thoughts with people worthy of hearing them.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : These things are none of my business.

Enciodes : You saw these things as a bystander, which is the only reason I'm able to tell you this.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Enciodes : As far as I know, Arctosz will announce his responsibility for poisoning the Great Elder and resign as head of the clan.
As for why he decided to make this show of grace, he decided to make an oath with the Saintess so that the she would take control of the Paleroche lands.
Perhaps to cement the Saintess's status.
The Browntail clan has signed an agreement of subordination to the Silverash clan.
I can share some extra details with you. I have no desire to take over the Browntail clan; should Ratatos desire, her power would not be any less than it was in the past.
There are no longer any left who desire stagnation, who refuse to budge, or would fret over costs and benefits. None stand in the way of Karlan Trade and Kjerag's development.
This is an outcome I can accept, Doctor.

Doctor : You and the Saintess aren't so different.

Enciodes : But we ended up walking separate paths.
And, this is the result of my past choices. I will take responsibility for it.
She, too, must bear the consequences of her choices, and lift the people of Kjerag out of this stagnation with her guidance, not my instigation.
You proved yourself to me and to Kjerag, but you also... proved Enya.

<Background 2>

[Chester goes to Enciodes' side. ]

Chester : Mr. President, it's almost time for the meeting.

Enciodes : Of course.
Regardless, Kjerag is about to undergo massive changes, Doctor.
Next time, it may be difficult for me to meet with you.
But I can assure you that Rhodes Island is free to come and go anywhere in Kjerag.
Additionally, please accept this token of my goodwill as compensation for involving you and your operators in this incident.
Neither Rhodes Island's name nor yours will appear in any future official records related to this event.
Also, a new contract that will allow us to call each other allies is on its way to Rhodes Island.
After this is all over, I will visit Rhodes Island again.
And when that time comes, I hope to play another game of chess with you, Doctor.

<Background 3>

Enya : Kjarr.

Kjarr : Hm?

Enya : You've got some guts, you know. How long have you been keeping me in the dark?!

Kjarr : Do forgive me, Saintess, for I know not how I have sinned.

Enya : Oh? So be it, then.
But, Kjarr, I do have something I want to ask you.

Kjarr : Yes, Saintess.

Enya : ...I want to know, was it Her intention for me to become the leader of Kjerag?
Was all of this Her plan? Me feeling lost and confused throughout this entire chain of events, and then my determination when making that final choice––
Did She expect all of that?

「Kjarr understands why Enya suddenly asks that question now, of all times.
She is afraid.
She is not afraid that she made the wrong decision. But, she is afraid that everything, as far as her eyes can see, is just a game played by gods. 」

Kjarr : There is but one thing I can assure you...
She... has never once sought to interfere with your free will. Your thoughts have always been your own.
Who is to say whether Her miracles are nothing more than the wishes and fabrications of Her faithful?
Perhaps, She gave everything so that the people of wind and snow would have a pristine land to call home.
She looks out over this land, searching for ways to bless the people who live here with happiness.
As for the answer you gave – She acknowledges it, nothing more.

Enya : If that's true, then can you do me a favor?

Kjarr : Name the favor.

Enya : Please ask Her not to take you away.

Kjarr : ...Oh?

Enya : Isn't that what always happens in the stories? Though I've found my answer, it comes at the cost of losing you.
I will not ask favors of Her willy-nilly, so would you continue to be my maid?

Kjarr : ...Pfft.
Haha... Hahaha.

Enya : ......

Kjarr : Sorry, sorry. I didn't expect you to make such a cute request.
But... let's do this according to chapter three of the scriptures.
If one day, you no longer uphold the ideals you currently do, then I will no longer stay by your side. But, until then, I swear to serve as your head maid.

Enya : No taking that back, okay?

Kjarr : Okay.

<Background 4>

Gnosis : ......

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

Gnosis : You want me to be your representative to Rhodes Island?

Enciodes : That's right.
You can devote yourself to your research at Rhodes Island. I trust it'll be to your liking.

Gnosis : Did you already have that in mind when you invited them?

Enciodes : Just another possibility.
After all, regardless of whether or not our plans succeed, your situation in Kjerag is only going to get worse.

Gnosis : You just didn't expect that the person you were trying to win over the most would almost sabotage your plan.

Enciodes : That takes nothing from our victory.
Though if you want to stay in Kjerag, I can also arrange that for you.

Gnosis : Well, whatever.
...I don't mind the infamy, but I'd get annoyed if people kept coming by to throw rocks at my lab's windows.
Also, I'd like to meet this Doctor for myself.

Enciodes : Oh, are you interested?

Gnosis : As if. I simply want to see whether your Doctor, who has already left a mark on this land, will end up becoming our enemy.

Enciodes : And if not?

Gnosis : Then I'd also like to know–– what level of technical prowess a company that has succeed in suppressing Oripathy possesses.

Enciodes : Gnosis, that gleeful hunger on your face looks about as bad as what you accused me of.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 4>

Gnosis : ......

Chester : Gnosis, your luggage has been prepared. It's time to go.

Gnosis : Of course.

Chester : Shall we leave now then?

Gnosis : ......
Just a moment.

[Gnosis runs off... ]

<Background 5>

[...and enter Monch's room. ]

Gnosis : Monch!

「Nobody responds to Gnosis's call. 」

Gnosis : ...Monch?

「Within that plain room, everything stands in order – except the girl who always spoke with a hint of gloominess has disappeared.
He immediately spots a dagger sitting on the table in the middle of the room.
He gave that dagger to Monch. 」

Gnosis : ......

「He remains silent for a spell, then picks up the dagger and walks out the door. 」

「The sun is shining outside. 」

<Background 6>

Ensia : Hey Doctor, look! They've already started selling Saintess-themed goods here.

Kjerag Merchant : My, if it isn't Lady Ensia. Welcome back to my humble shop.

Ensia : You sure know how to keep up with the times.
When I came back to Kjerag, you were still selling Vine-Bead Court merch. Now you've switched to selling stuff with the Saintess on it.

Kjerag Merchant : Hahaha, I'm not the only one. Plenty of folks all over the streets. We're even being encouraged to do business now.
Now that you mention it, those things I was hawking before, I didn't actually believe in them.
But when I make goods for the Saintess, I have real faith in what I'm doing.
When we first heard about the transfer of power, us businessfolks were real worried about what was going to happen.
But I never imagined that the Saintess would be so open-minded.
Now, even the most stubborn of folk have nothing to say against dealing with foreigners.
Also, I heard that Sir Enciodes plans to meet with the Saintess for discussions to fully open Browntail and Paleroche territory to the outside world.
If you ask me, I'm looking forward to seeing this new day more and more.

Ensia : Hehe.
I'm glad to hear you say that.

Kjerag Merchant : You certainly ought to be!
Take a look around you. Of all these people walking the street, who isn't smiling these days?
Even though all that craziness happened during the ceremony, the Saintess was able to mediate the situation among the three clans.
And that resulted in something most people could agree with.
Y'know, I have to thank the Saintess and Sir Enciodes for all this.
Oh right, were you planning on leaving Kjerag in that getup of yours?

Ensia : Yup, my vacation's coming to an end, so it's time for me to head back to continue my treatment and work.

Kjerag Merchant : In that case, take whatever you want! It's on me!
Treat it like my parting gift to you!

Ensia : Well...

Kjerag Merchant : No need to be polite. You've earned it.

Ensia : Alright, I'll take you up on it then.
I want this portrait of my sister, this embroidery, and that sculpture.
Hey, that picture––

「A painting hanging on the wall catches Ensia's attention.
It's of her sister Enya and her brother Enciodes, standing at a negotiating table and shaking hands, seemingly reaching some sort of agreement.
For a moment, she pauses. 」

Kjerag Merchant : Ah, this painting depicts Sir Enciodes and the Saintess reaching an agreement on Kjerag's future.
Though I don't know if this scene actually happened, there's no doubt that those two are the ones governing Kjerag now...
And everyone knows they're siblings.
Surely, they must get along very well.
Tell me, do they really?

Ensia : Yup... Let's see if there's anything else...
Doctor, is there anything you want?

Doctor : I'd like some souvenirs too.

Ensia : You got it!

Kjerag Merchant : Um... Lady Ensia, I did say you could have anything you wanted for free, but please try to have some mercy...

<Background 7>

Weiss : ......

Matterhorn : ...Doctor.
Though the two of us serve as Sir Enciodes's retainers, we are also employees of Rhodes Island.

Weiss : We would like to apologize to you... for all sorts of things.

Matterhorn : Courier and I will not shamelessly ask for your forgiveness. We only hope that we will be allowed to come to Rhodes Island to visit Lady Ensia in the future.

Sharp : What do you think, Doctor?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : You were in a difficult situation. I understand.

Sharp : This situation is indeed excusable, which I'll note in the report.
As for how the bosses will respond, that I cannot say.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Sharp : Doctor, I know you don't assign any blame to them.
But playing dumb isn't very smart.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I was a guest of the Paleroches. What does that have to do with you?

Sharp : Coincidentally, you also resolved some of Enciodes's affairs.
If that's how you want to spin the account of what happened, then the report to Dr. Kal'tsit will take a bit of extra effort.
And I certainly won't help you with that.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Weiss : Thank you... Doctor, and Captain Sharp.

Matterhorn : Thanks again.

[Aurora shows up... ]

Aurora : Doctor, I've already said goodbye to my folks. I'm ready to go now.

[...followed by Dobermann, who came all the way from the R.I. landship. ]

Dobermann : Got all your stuff?

Ensia : Instructor Dobermann!

Dobermann : The Saintess became the de-facto leader of Kjerag, and Enciodes gained the power to leverage the majority of Kjerag's resources...
Doctor, you ought to take my advice.
I didn't hear your name mentioned by anyone else, fortunately. By the looks of things, you people managed to not get involved this time, at least.

Ensia : Uhh...

Weiss : ......

Matterhorn : ......

Aurora : ......

Sharp : ......

Doctor : ......

Dobermann : ......
By the looks of things, not only did you get yourselves involved, you got heavily involved.
I look forward to reading your reports.
Alright, if there's anything you have to say, save it for once we're on the road. Get in the car, we're heading back to Rhodes Island.

[As everyone prepares to leave Kjerag... ]

Ensia : ......
Doctor, do you remember that painting we saw in that store back there?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : The one with the handshake?

Ensia : Mmhmm.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Not really.

Ensia : Doctor, stop playing dumb. I know you remember it.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Ensia : Right then and there, I really wanted to buy that painting.
But after thinking about it some more, I decided not to. I mean, I know that never happened.
My brother just decided to let my sister have a move, that's all there was to it.

Doctor : Sorry.

Ensia : It's not your fault, Doctor.
Without you, the tension between those two would've only gotten more vicious.
But at least this helped me sort one thing out.
And that is – regardless of which one of them made the decision, it came as a result of their beliefs.
You were just a catalyst in driving things forward.
Just like how nobody would try to convince me to give up mountain climbing.
Beliefs can't be so easily changed.

Doctor : They wouldn't be called beliefs if they could.

Ensia : Right.
But, I have another belief that won't be easily changed.
One day, I'm going to make sure my brother and sister get along again, like they used to.

Doctor : ......

[The Doctor walks to the car. ]

Doctor : (Enya and Enciodes.)
(Perhaps the perils that Kjerag faces have only just begun.)

RS-ST-1: Waiting Room

Summary

The statue of Kjeragandr nears completion as the mountain snows draw close. Leto's travels take her to Kjerag, where at the train station she happens upon an invited Victorian Viscount.

<Background black>

Great Kjeragandr, we walk beside Her.
The clouds Her feathers, the wind Her wings.
She bestows upon us sunlight and sweet rains, flesh and furs.
Benevolent Kjeragandr, we hold love for Her.
The mountains Her bones, the rivers Her tail.
We walk upon Her back, we sleep soundly in Her arms.

Merciful Kjeragandr, we sing praises to Her.
When we are afeared, it is She who soothes us.
When we are imperiled, it is She who saves us.
Kjeragandr blesses Her faithful, blesses Her mounts and beasts, that we may live in peace apart from calamity, in eternal serenity.
— "Kjeragandr"

<Background 1>

「1100, Kjerag, Paleroche territory, at the foot of Mount Karlan. 」

[Victorian soldiers are trudging through the snow. ]

Stern Soldier : ......

Lead Soldier : Faster!
Don't forget what we're here to do! In the back, keep pace!

Stern Soldier : Aye!

[The soldiers march faster. ]

Lead Soldier : Halt! Gather up!
Form up!

[The soldiers sort themselves into position. ]

Stern Soldier : Sir! Reporting in! Second Squad in formation, sir!

Lead Soldier : Very good then.
Has Third Squad reported in?

Stern Soldier : Sir! Not yet, sir!

Lead Soldier : ......

Stern Soldier : Sir, it's possible that Third Squad has run into trouble...
Should we wait for them to catch up to us?

Lead Soldier : No. I had a feeling something like this might happen. Whoever's here first has to be the first to strike!

Stern Soldier : Aye!

Lead Soldier : I don't think I need to go over the plan again.
This is an expedition, a right proper Victorian battle! A battle for glory!
Stay alert! Do not underestimate the enemy! We will prevail! Failure is not an option!

Stern Soldier : Yes, sir!

Lead Soldier : Good, keep those spirits up! Second Squad, march on!
Our objective—the stockherd's inn at the foot of the mountain!
We must not let these provincials drink us under the table! This time it will be them who taste defeat!

Stern Soldier : YES, SIR!

[The soldiers march onward with renewed vigor. ]

Common Kjerag Man : ......
What are those Victorians up to this time?

Common Kjerag Woman : Testing their alcohol tolerance, I think? It's been a whole lot of times with Riley's boys. I hear they're always drinking till they vomit.
By Kjeragandr...
Victorians... If they've got all this free time, then what are they even doing?

<Background 2>

Sciurus : Hmm...
No, this one's no good.
"Dremomys"...[note 1] Hmm, doesn't sound half bad...
What do you think, Yucatan? How do you like "Dremomys"[note 1]?

Yucatan : Sounds good.

Sciurus : Ugh, don't you have anything else to say?!
Every name I suggest, you just say it sounds good!

Yucatan : ...Really?
But I really do think that all the names you suggest sound good, Rus.

Sciurus : Nope, can't trust you. I'll need to go over them again. I mean, we're talking about our first...
What I'm trying to say is that I'm definitely going to pick the best name!
"Dremomys"[note 1] is the one to beat for now. "Tamiops"[note 2] sounds pretty good too.
Oh, right! We can also pick a nickname! Something like... "Nut"!

[The door opens and another Zalak walks in. ]

Ratatos : Pipe down already. I could hear you shouting from outside.
And what's this about a "Nut"? Picking out names for your kid?

Yucatan : Good day, Matriarch.

Sciurus : No, definitely not...!
M-Mind your own stupid business!

Ratatos : Alright, no more teasing.
Kjeragandr's statue is done. We'll have a ceremony for it in a couple of days.
And I'm afraid I'll be very busy with everything involved in that. You two are going to have to handle anything that might pop up in our territory.

Sciurus : I can handle it! Just relax!

Ratatos : If my darling little sister is handling it, there's no way I can relax.

Sciurus : I'm not gonna mess anything up this time. You won't get to yell at me.

Ratatos : Yucatan, do make sure your wife doesn't wear that gormless look on her face out in public.

Yucatan : Haha...

Sciurus : Laugh it up! I'm telling you, Ratatos, I've got my own plans this time!
And when they come to fruition, that Enciodes is going to owe us Browntails a favor, just you wait and see!

Ratatos : Oh?

[Ratatos seems surprised and then smirks. ]

Ratatos : Well, I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
I'll put my faith in you for now, but here's a word to the wise: try and keep a level head.
Kjeragandr's statue, the Victorians, not to mention Enciodes's scheming...
*sigh* A lot of big things to worry about.
I'm afraid... we're not exactly in for a peaceful time here.

<Background 3>

Arctosz : Outrageous! The Victorians have gone too far!
You need only say the word, my Saintess, and I'll gather my men and chase the louts out of Kjerag!

Enya : Please calm down, Sir Arctosz.
The Victorian soldiers are only here to congratulate us on the completion of Kjeragandr's statue.

Arctosz : What kind of congratulating needs two thousand men? It's a pretense!
They set up camp at the foot of Mount Karlan, those faithless bastards! Surely it would anger Kjeragandr to allow blasphemers at the ceremony!

Enya : ......

Arctosz : My Saintess! Are we really going to let them do as they please on our land?!

Enya : You are not wrong. I am well aware that they hold no reverence for Kjeragandr in their hearts.

Arctosz : Then we should—!

Enya : That is precisely why we should not.
Do you believe that our statue of Kjeragandr was built only for the faithful to revere?

Arctosz : I, well...

Enya : Look. Look upon the statue.

[Enya opens the metal window guard, revealing... ]

Enya : Three years ago, we accepted the proposal of the Silverash clan, and it was decided that atop Lake Silberneherze we would build a statue of Kjeragandr.
She would be solemn and stately. She would be merciful and magnanimous.
She has become that which lifts the spirits of the people of Kjerag. She has become a symbol of Kjerag to the outside world.
As anyone should have predicted, there will be more visitors to Kjerag in the future, and with them will come many unavoidable challenges.

Arctosz : You say that, but—

Enya : There is no 'but', Sir Arctosz.
The people of Kjerag's faith in Kjeragandr is unshakable. That is incomprehensible to outsiders.
Faithful or faithless, one who comes before this statue will find oneself bathed in Her light.

Arctosz : But, Great Saintess, that isn't what's happening here!
If they were just ordinary tourists, I wouldn't be sounding the alarm! But those men are the Victorian Army! It's not the same!

Enya : Are they an "army", or are they a "noble's guard"?
Or might they be "Victoria" herself?
They've come to Kjerag on a mission of congratulations. We have no reason to refuse or rebuff them.

Arctosz : Well...
They're clearly up to no good here, so just in case...

Enya : ......

<Background 3>

Enya : As it stands, I still do not endorse some of Sir Enciodes's overly risky decisions.
Despite all the growth that they have brought to Kjerag...

Arctosz : What has Enciodes been up to these past three years?
He's been making smaller moves on the mineral export issue. Could this Victorian business be another one of his disastrous schemes?

Enya : ...I cannot say.

Arctosz : You cannot say?

Enya : I cannot say, Sir Arctosz.
Whatever Sir Enciodes is plotting behind our backs, it will all be in the manner that he sees most fit. I and the Vine-Bead Court alike would not be familiar with his line of thought.
Sometimes, knowing too much is not a good thing.

Arctosz : You mean to say...

Enya : I'm just stating the facts, nothing more.
The ceremony must go off without a hitch. For now, we'll make our preparations. Whatever we can do, as best as we can.

Arctosz : ......
I understand.

Enya : You need not be so worried.
Whatever may come...
Kjeragandr will protect Her people.

<Background fades out and in>

Enya : ......

[The chief maid approaches Enya. ]

Kjarr : What is on your mind, Saintess?

Enya : I was pondering what Arctosz said, about Kjeragandr's statue...
I hope the ceremony goes smoothly.

Kjarr : It will.
"Kjeragandr will protect Her people", no?

Enya : I still hope we won't need to bother Her this time.

Kjarr : You wish for Her to simply watch?

Enya : Kjerag must learn to face risks and challenges.
A child can't spend its whole life in its mother's arms, Kjarr.

Kjarr : ...That much is true.

[Kjarr briefly pauses. ]

Kjarr : Ah, yet another chat has turned rather morose.
Speaking of the statue of Kjeragandr, I've half a mind to give that Arctosz a slap.

Enya : Why?

Kjarr : He got that big statue's face out of some ancient records, correct? The one it's got right now.
Did he really have to say "Kjeragandr's appearance is preserved in these books! You are not to deviate from them!"? Who says my...? *cough* Who says Kjeragandr's face is so wide?
Definitely deserves a slap or two!

Enya : ......

Kjarr : Saintess?
Enya?
Why'd you turn so quiet?

Enya : ......

Kjarr : No, you're just teasing me again. Surely.
......
Could I...? No, could Kjeragandr... actually have such a wide face?

<Background 4>

Enciodes : In two days, the Saintess will perform the early morning blessing, in celebration of the completion of Kjeragandr's statue.
Here is your invitation, My Lord.

[Enciodes hands over the paper. ]

Victorian Viscount : Ah, Sir Enciodes, haha, that is how Kjerag's folk address you, yes?
You are far too kind. We had come specifically for this purpose, and I would not have dared to trouble you for a special invitation.
Worry not, my boys and I will arrive on time, all to celebrate the completion of our statue of Kjeragandr... O Blessed Kjeragandr!

Enciodes : ...You seem to have adapted well to life in Kjerag.

Victorian Viscount : Kjerag's scenery is a beauty, her dishes unique, and her people most lively. What's not to like?
Not for nothing does Her Grace so often praise Kjerag's natural bounties. I dare say it's lived up to its reputation!

Enciodes : ...Her Grace flatters us.
To have esteemed guests from afar praise us in such a way is an honor for Kjerag and the Silverash clan both.

Victorian Viscount : No need to be modest, Sir Enciodes.
Though we came here to congratulate you on the completion of the statue, I can say that I've been thoroughly captivated by Kjerag's charms during my stay.
I hope that Her Grace, magnanimous as she is, will allow me to extend my pleasurable stay in Kjerag after the ceremony.

Enciodes : ......

Victorian Viscount : Sir Enciodes, surely you'll permit me to do some sightseeing, yes?

Enciodes : ...But of course.
Considering that My Lord is eager to gain a deeper understanding of Kjerag, I see no reason to refuse.
Though I would note that in this season, Kjerag's winds are bitterly cold, and many unseen dangers lurk atop the mountains.
You and your guards will need to bundle up warmly. I would also request that you steer clear of certain dangerous areas during your tour, so as to avoid blizzards and frostbite.

Victorian Viscount : Truly a most considerate warning!
Kjerag really is a bit too chilly, but don't you worry, Sir Enciodes. That's hardly a problem for us. A thick coat should do the trick.
Of course, speaking personally, I prefer to relax in a warm cabin with a roaring fireplace to traipsing about a snowy wonderland atop some mountain. With some fondue afterwards.
Oh, that flavor, mmm!

Enciodes : I am relieved to hear you say that, My Lord.

Victorian Viscount : Relieved? Oh, heavens no, I wouldn't go that far.
I'm afraid you can't feel too relieved, Sir Enciodes. You should keep your wits about you.

Enciodes : Please, elaborate.

Victorian Viscount : Oh, your relationship with Her Grace notwithstanding, I'm afraid there are many things that I'm not at ease to speak about.
Our friend so kind to those of lower station, with such affection for Kjerag... but is this affection returned by the worthy? Patience certainly has its limits.
And if our cooperation within Kjerag continues along a rough path, well, should Her Grace decide her patience has reached an end...
I'm sure we would both rather not let things come to that, Sir Enciodes.

Enciodes : ......
I understand your meaning, My Lord.
As for that 'cooperation', I will give you my response within the next few days. I will not keep Her Grace waiting too long.

Victorian Viscount : Alright...
I'm looking forward to hearing some good news from you, then.

Enciodes : You'll be the first to know.
Having handed over the invitation, I have no further need to trouble you, My Lord.
I look forward to seeing you at the ceremony in two days.

[Enciodes leaves the barracks. ]

Victorian Viscount : ......

Seasoned Soldier : That Kjerag fellow didn't even offer a "hello" as he passed. What a stuck-up prick!

Victorian Viscount : It's just a show he's put on for me.

Seasoned Soldier : A show? You men of learning, spending your days playing your games...
Harold, I can tell you've been in a bad mood these past few days. Is he giving you trouble?

Harold : Perish the thought! Sure, the lad's got some skills, but nothing to lose sleep over.
Alright, enough of that. No use trying to hide from what's coming, so let's go do what must be done!

Seasoned Soldier : Good to hear that you know what you're doing.
If that's all, then I best hurry off first. *hic* I'm counting on you to handle those fancy nobs, Harold!

[The soldier walks off. ]

Harold : Wait, just a moment there, did you lot go drinking without me again?
Just one moment! Set the drink aside, did you finish the fondue I was only halfway done with?

<Background 5>

[The train steadily speeds along the tracks. ]

Leto : Zzz... *snore*...
(Kjerag) Grüezi...[note 3] Ha det...[note 4]
Zzz... Zzz...
Mamochka...[note 5]
Don't worry... Zzz... I can do it...
*unintelligible Kjerag*
*snore*... Zzz...

[The train horn blows. ]

Leto : Whoa!
Who's there?! Who has the guts to ambush me—!
...Oh.
How long have I been asleep...?
Ugh... My butt hurts. This ride's real bumpy, feels like my whole body is shaking apart.

[Leto readjusts her position. ]

Leto : Mmm—hah. That's much comfier.

「The girl sits upright, picking up the book she was using the pass the time, which had rolled under the chair at some point, and stuffing it into her bag.
She does a big stretch, spotting something out the carriage window. 」

Leto : So this is Kjerag...
......
It's just snow.
And mountains.
It's got a few more of those than Ursus, but other than that, what's the difference? Snow everywhere, dry and cold.
......
I don't see what's worth you always[sic] going on about...

[A tune chimes as the train grinds to a halt. ]

「Attention passengers, the train is arriving at the terminal—the base of Mount Karlan, Kjerag.
All passengers, please prepare your luggage and alight in an orderly fashion.
For those passengers continuing on to the city, transfer at Platform 2, or take the bus.
For those passengers continuing on to Lake Silberneherze, or to see the newly completed statue of Kjeragandr, please transfer at Platform 3.
Welcome to Kjerag! We wish you a pleasant journey! 」

Leto : Whew! Here at last!

<Background 6>

[Hundreds of people roam around the train station. ]

Leto : 'Scuse me, pardon me, sorry about that!
Whew, finally made it out...!
Wow, crazy, the station is way too crowded!

[The Ursine girl takes a map out of her pocket. ]

Leto : Alright, let me see, get off the train and turn left, leave through the ticketing gates, and then...
...Hey, what's the deal with this map?!

Feisty Burdenbeast : Moo—!

[A large animal brushes by Leto. ]

Leto : Whoa! Wha-What the hell!

Feisty Burdenbeast : Moo—! Moo—!

Leto : Huh? A burdenbeast? Why's there a burdenbeast in the station...?
You look like a real tough one.

Burdenbeast Herder : Hoho, young lady, could this be your first time in Kjerag?

Leto : Not bad, muzhchina.[note 6] How'd you figure that one out?

Burdenbeast Herder : Hah, I have an eye for foreigners, I pick 'em out with just a glance.
You could say that this burdenbeast's our own Kjerag specialty, one named by the Great Saintess herself!
They're called, uh, what was it again... Oh right! They're called 'BangBang Burdenbeast'!

Leto : 'BangBang Burdenbeast'...?

Feisty Burdenbeast : Moo, moomoo—

Burdenbeast Herder : That's right, that's what they're called!
Look here, young lady. Over here.
If you want to take the burdenbeast for a ride, just press this button here, and the pen opens.

Feisty Burdenbeast : Moo!

Burdenbeast Herder : Alright, settle down, settle down.
We've been taming these beasts for a long while now. Each and every one of them handpicked, and they're smart to boot!
Wherever you're heading, just put the fare in that pouch on the burdenbeast when you get there, and you're solid!

Leto : Haha! Sounds fun! Can I really ride this burdenbeast down the street? That's super cool! I'm in!
Hey, muzhchina,[note 6] what happens if someone just... doesn't pay?

Burdenbeast Herder : I think you'll find, young lady, it's not quite so easy to cut and run in Kjerag!
Didn't you see the disclaimer over there?

Feisty Burdenbeast : Moo—! Moomoomoo!

Leto : Let's take a look...
"In the case of any breach of contract by the customer, the company holds no responsibility for attacks by the supplied burdenbeast, or any other bodily injury or loss/damage of property"...
Will the burdenbeast take the cash itself or something?

Feisty Burdenbeast : Moomoo!

[The burdenbeast snorts, aggressively stomping the ground. ]

Feisty Burdenbeast : Hrrmh—! Hrrmph—moo!

Leto : Well alright then! That's exactly how you should handle faredodgers!
I'll definitely give it a try if I get a chance later!

Burdenbeast Herder : That's great to hear, young lady.
Well, I won't keep you any longer. Welcome to Kjerag!

[The herder walks away. ]

Leto : Oh, wait a sec, muzhchina...![note 6]
He sure walks fast. I was going to ask him which way I should go...

<Background fades out and in>

Leto : If I cross over there... Hmm, that should be right, right?
Platform 3, Platform 3...
Huh?

<Background swipes right>

[Victorian soldiers march into the train station. ]

Seasoned Soldier : Halt! Gather up!
Form up!

Stern Soldier : Yes, sir!

[The soldiers line in formation. ]

Curious Woman : Why are there soldiers in the train station?
Did something happen?

Stern Soldier : ......

Seasoned Soldier : Attention!

Stern Soldier : Aye!

Bold Man : No need to worry, last time I saw them buy some knickknacks to take home. Maybe they just came for some sightseeing.
Though it looks like their uniforms aren't very warm. You see? That young fellow over there's so cold his nose is running!

Stern Soldier : ......

Harold : (Dammit, wipe your nose already!)
(Where are those coats I bought you? Why aren't you wearing them?)

Seasoned Soldier : (Harold, please! Those coats you bought... they've all got "I ♥ Snow" stitched on!)

Harold : (What's the problem? I think they look great.)

Leto : (I think they look great too.)

Seasoned Soldier : (Alright, you keep wearing yours then.)
(......)
(Hey, wait, who's the kid?!)

Leto : Me? Oh, don't mind me, you guys keep talking.
I was just curious as to why there was a big crowd blocking the way, so I had a look-see... When I heard you all talking I couldn't help but join in.

Harold : No need to apologize! You are a lady of excellent taste!

Leto : Excellent taste... You mean me? Haha, you sure can call them like you see them!
I was just looking at those coats myself! The "I ♥ Snow" is a little kitschy, but they really are super warm!

Harold : *cough*!

Seasoned Soldier : I gotta say, Harold, you're right. The lady really does have excellent taste.

Leto : Say, dedushka, you're not just ordinary tourists, are you? What are you guys doing in Kjerag?

Harold : Dedushka? Ursine for grandfather, I believe? Fair enough, I suppose you're about the same age as my no-good daughter back home.
As for what we're here to do, haha, we're just here for sightseeing, same as you.

Leto : I'm not just here for sightseeing though.
Oh, right, do you know how to get to Platform 3?

Harold : Platform 3?

Leto : Yeah, I'm supposed to transfer there to get to Lake Silberneherze.

Harold : Hmm...

Leto : I'm guessing you don't know either then? Damn, I better go ask someone else then—

Harold : Hold!

Leto : Huh?!

Harold : If it's Platform 3 you're after... then you've come to the right man!
If you were to ask who knows best the nooks and crannies of this terminal, I, Harold Craigavon, would be your answer!

Leto : Oh, wow! Are you for real?

Harold : Entirely. I would never lie to a lady.
Since I took my first step off the train one month ago, I have found myself a captive of this bustling terminal!
I've whiled away the hours perusing every shop, to the point that I was invited to cut the ribbon for the opening of that souvenir shop there!
I dare say that the burdenbeasts here treat my fellows and I a touch bit kinder than your average tourist!

Leto : Huh... You sure about that?
I mean, look, the burdenbeast you're talking about is nibbling on that guy's clothes.

Stern Soldier : ......

Rude Burdenbeast : Mmm! Moo!
(*chews*)

Stern Soldier : ............

Harold : It's as you say, this little fellow is a pea in our pod.

Leto : Hahahaha! I don't think your man was expecting to be stuck in that particular pod!

<Background 6>

Leto : Hah... Whew, you're too much.
Alright, that's enough of that. I need to hit the road. Hope I can get to Lake Silberneherze before it's dark...

[Just then, a tune chimes as a train arrives at the station. ]

Harold : Hold it. Listen.
Did you hear that, young lady?

Leto : Hear what...? That platform announcement?

Harold : Correct. It happens to be announcing the arrival of the train at Platform 3.
And it seems that I, coincidentally, am headed the same way as you.

Leto : You are?

Harold : To put it more plainly, my destination is the statue of Kjeragandr atop Lake Silberneherze.
Not just my destination, mind you. All these upstanding young fellows as well. We're all getting on that train.
In two days' time, everyone will be gazing upon that grand statue... And that's precisely why we're here.

Leto : ...Oh?
This Kjeragandr statue they built, is it really that amazing...?

Harold : Perhaps so! As a tourist myself, I do think it will become quite the popular attraction.
Now, with that all said—I'm hoping I could have the pleasure of your company on our little tour, young lady?

Notes

↑ 1.0 1.1 1.2 From the Latin name of the red-cheeked squirrel

From the Latin name of the Asiatic striped squirrel

"Hello" in Alemannic German

"Goodbye" in Swedish and Norwegian slang

мамочка, "mommy" in Russian

↑ 6.0 6.1 6.2 мужчина, "Sir" in Russian

Operation story: RS-1

Before operation

Summary

Leto and the Viscount travel together and board the train to Lake Silberneherze. Receiving intelligence that something could be amiss on the train, the spy Trilby Asher boards, while Degenbrecher leaps on in search of someone. Let this most thrilling train ride begin.

<Background 1>

[SilverAsh's special forces, the Tschäggättä, practice in the snow, fighting against their trainer. ]

Burly Tschäggättä : Hrrh! Hah!

Out-of-Breath Tschäggättä : *pant*... *pant*...

Exhausted Tschäggättä : Hah...! Hraggh!

[One of the Tschäggättä rush forward. ]

Pumped-Up Tschäggättä : Take this!

Tschäggättä : Haah—! Charge!

[They continue fighting until... ]

??? : Have none of you had anything to eat today?
Again.

Exhausted Tschäggättä : Ma'am... W-We can't anymore. We're spent...

[Their trainer, Degenbrecher, step forwards to admonish them. ]

Degenbrecher : Get up.
What did I teach you?
Stand up, and grip your weapons tight!

[The Tschäggättä immediately rise up. ]

Pumped-Up Tschäggättä : Yes, ma'am!

Out-of-Breath Tschäggättä : *pant*... *pant*... Hargh!

[The Tschäggättä warriors swings their weapons at Degenbrecher, but fail to defeat her. ]

Degenbrecher : Too slow, and not enough force. Your Arts are too rushed, and your tactics too inflexible.
There's some synergy among you. That's about it.
Overall, you're still too weak.

Burly Tschäggättä : Of course we're no match for you...

Exhausted Tschäggättä : *huff*... *pant*...
A compliment from you makes this training more than worth it.

Pumped-Up Tschäggättä : That's not enough! One day, I'll shatter a boulder with a single bare hand just like you, ma'am!

Out-of-Breath Tschäggättä : Just you alone...

Degenbrecher : ......
Looks like you've had enough rest.
Do it again.

Tschäggättä : Huh—?!

[Just then, a different Tschäggättä warrior runs towards Degenbrecher. ]

Frantic Tschäggättä : Ma'am! This is bad!

Degenbrecher : Don't panic.

Frantic Tschäggättä : *pant*... *pant*...
Phew...

Degenbrecher : What happened?

Frantic Tschäggättä : There's trouble!
Things are looking bad at the foot of the mountain... We can't handle it on our own!
It's real serious, ma'am! You should head right over!

<Background 2>

[An excited child runs around the train carriage's corridor. ]

Mischievous Child : Whoa! It's starting to move!
Hahahahaha! Mom, hurry!
—Wah!

[The child trips and falls onto the floor. ]

Irritated Mother : That's why I told you not to run around on the train! Are you hurt?!

Mischievous Child : (Shakes head)
Look, Mom! A foreigner with a funny hat!

Irritated Mother : Don't say things like that! And don't point at people! The Saintess has no patience for rude children! Now apologize!

Mischievous Child : I'm sorry...

Irritated Mother : I am truly sorry, Sir. You'll have to forgive my boy.

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : No bother.
Please excuse me. My seat is just up ahead.

<Background fades out and in>

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : ......

[The mysterious foreigner observes the packed train car. ]

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : (The train is, evidently, above capacity.)
(Roughly half locals and half sightseers. Hm, peculiar for a sightseeing train.)
(The sacks in the corner at the back seem strange, too... There's movement inside. Contraband livestock, perhaps?)
(Hm, no other abnormalities, and no strange characters worth keeping an eye on...)
(Intelligence mentions nothing other than a train ride to Lake Silberneherze. Indeed, there are no apparent clues.)
(I should find the opportunity to inspect the cabins...)

「*Thump*.
*Thump* *thump*. 」

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : ......

「For the past few moments, he has been feeling a kind of strange tremor in his seatback.
Is there perhaps some strange beast that kicks seatbacks on Kjerag's trains? 」

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : ............

「*thump* *thump* *thump*.
As though dissatisfied with his indifference, the kicking intensifies.
After a moment, the child sitting behind him pokes his head out. 」

Mischievous Child : Mister Funny Hat, Mister Funny Hat.
Are you some kind of train freak? I saw you two days ago, too!

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : You saw me...?

Mischievous Child : Yep!
Mister, did you fall in love with trains because you had never seen tracks or trains?

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : Ahem.

Mischievous Child : Mister, why did you clear your throat? It's okay. I'm not gonna make fun of you.
This train is really amazing. I love it, too! Mom told me that it's all thanks to the amazing Saintess and Sir Enciodes and how Kjeragandr has blessed us all!
How about... I lend you my model train? We can play trains! We'll drive a train together!

Irritated Mother : Put your toys away! Go back to your seat and stop bothering strangers!
I'm truly, terribly sorry that he bothered you again.
Rest assured, I'll teach him some manners!

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : No, it's fine.
(......)
(This hat...)
(Does it really look so strange?)

<Background fades out and in>

Harold : There are quite a few passengers today. It seems this new Kjeragandr statue is very popular!
Every time I get on the trains here, it reminds me of the arenas of the Kazimierz Major—Yow! Something bit my toe!

Leto : Is this... a fowlbeast?

Runaway Fowlbeast : (Biting hard)

Harold : O-Ow-Oww, please have mercy, fowlbeast!
Hey!

[The fowlbeast flaps off. ]

Leto : You're going to just let it go?
You sure that's alright? I'm pretty sure pets aren't allowed on the train.

Harold : Indeed, that's the rule, but not everything is inspected so closely. They do cut their fellow countrymen some slack every now and then.
Relax. This kind of fowlbeast is usually kept in sacks. It should be no problem.
Let us speak of other things. Come, young lady, my cabin is just ahead.

[The two head towards Harold's cabin ]

<Background 3>

[Leto flops down onto the comfy seat. ]

Leto : Phew... Hah!
Finally, a seat! It was so crowded back there!
I didn't expect tickets for this train to be so hard to come by. Thanks for the help, dedushka!

Harold : It was the least I could do, young lady.

Leto : No need for the fancy title. Just call me Rosalind.

Harold : As the young lady wishes... "Rosalind." It's a name that suits you well. A riveting sound to it.

Leto : It is pretty great, isn't it? My mamochka picked it.
What do I call you?

Harold : My name is Harold. Of course, you can also keep calling me 'dedushka,' if please you.[sic]
You're very lucky. Had you missed this train, you likely would not make it to Lake Silberneherze in time.

Leto : For real?
Hehe, good thing I made it, then.
You're heading to Lake Silberneherze too, aren't you? What are you doing there?

Harold : I believe I've already answered this question?
Kjerag's landscapes are truly magnificent. Of course I must feast my eyes upon the sights she has to offer.

Leto : You can't fool me. There's not a single guy in your whole gang who looks like a tourist.

Harold : We don't look the part to you?

Leto : Nope.
Uh, you look more like you came looking for trouble.

Harold : Ah, haha. Us? Perish the thought!
I'm so enamored of Kjerag's scenery and culture. I'm even contemplating spending my retirement here!
Yes, right, so long as there are no major issues, we shall remain nothing but tourists, naturally...

Leto : And what if—

Harold : —How about you, Rosalind?
You speak the Kjerag tongue fairly well for a tourist. Is this your first time here?

Leto : Somebody's changing the subject hard and fast!

Harold : Hah.

Leto : Whatever. I didn't get to this part, did I?
You could call me half Kjerag, even if I don't really feel like one at all. I grew up in Ursus with my mamochka.

Harold : Oh, so your mother is Ursine?

Leto : Yep, but she told me I was born in Kjerag, and my papa is from here...
I don't remember much about anything that happened when I was a kid. I guess you could call this a vacation.

Harold : Hmm, I see.
By the way, I've been meaning to ask since we met...
What is that box you are holding, Rosalind?

Leto : Oh, this...?
......

Harold : Forgive me. If that intrudes upon your privacy in any way, you need not answer.

Leto : It's okay. It's not really a secret or anything. I'm just figuring out how to explain it...
It's something that... my mamochka left to me.

Harold : My...
Please accept my condolences.
I am sorry to raise such a painful topic, Rosalind.
Truly sorry.

Leto : Hmph, what's so painful about this?
I'm here to fulfill Mamochka's wishes.

<Background 4>

Degenbrecher : ......

Burdenbeast Herder : Madam Degenbrecher, I...

Degenbrecher : Everything is okay now.
I've taken care of everything that needs taking care of.

Burdenbeast Herder : Thank you so much, Madam.
If it wasn't for you, who knows what would have happened to me? Thank Kjeragandr I'm still alive.

Degenbrecher : This is all that I can do.
Sorry. It's not... a pretty sight.

Burdenbeast Herder : *sigh*. There wasn't any other way...

Tschäggättä : Ma'am, you have blood all over you. Maybe you should clean up first?

Degenbrecher : Later.
Time is of the essence. Even though I may have solved the problem for now, I can't guarantee this will be the end of it.
The most important thing is to find the one we're looking for.

Tschäggättä : But, ma'am, we got news that they're already leaving the station.
Asking the railway to stop the train would only cause a panic.

Degenbrecher : Stop the train?
There's no need for that.

Tschäggättä : What else can we do?

Degenbrecher : Look down.

[Conveniently, the aforementioned train is right below them. ]

Tschäggättä : Wait...
The train is about to pass right under us!

Degenbrecher : Yes.

[Without hesitation, Degenbrecher runs and leaps into the air. ]

Tschäggättä : Wait, m-ma'am?!

「Her figure as she descends upon the train seems both lighter than snow and heavier than stone. 」

<Background black>

[Degenbrecher lands on the train roof with a solid thud. ]

Degenbrecher : ......
Right then.
Where might they be?

After operation

Summary

Leto tells the Viscount about her past and he is deeply moved. The Trilby Asher begins his investigation aboard the train, and running into Degenbrecher only makes him all the more certain that something is amiss.

<Background black>

「In my memories, I see a vast field of snow
I remember when I was little, I sat on a wooden bed. The fireplace crackled, while a snowstorm blew outside.
The sound of the wind whispered into my ears. There was a large hand stroking my head, and there was someone putting me to bed.
And I drifted off to sleep in that warm, calming sensation.
I used to think that was Ursus.
But Mamochka told me: Nyet, Rosalind, that wasn't Ursus.
That was Kjerag wind.
That was Kjerag snow.
That... was where I was born. 」

<Background 3>

Harold : So... It wasn't until you entered secondary school that you learned you were born in Kjerag?

Leto : That's right. Mamochka never told me before. I thought she was kidding at first!
I don't remember much of my childhood. All I can picture is snow everywhere... And there's snow everywhere in Ursus, too!
How was I supposed to know?

Harold : Hm, now that you mention it, they are alike in that way.
However, from what I remember, Ursus is colder than Kjerag.

Leto : Hm... That is true. Ursus's colder.
Have you been?

Harold : Hah, many years ago.
I didn't have much chance to sightsee, though. What a shame!

Leto : Then I'll be your guide the next time you visit.
Forget the rest of Ursus, Deity Grypherburg is a sight in itself.

Harold : Very well. Seems I may have to get myself a couple of coats to keep me warm.
But until I have the opportunity to visit Ursus and take you up on the offer, let me be your guide instead.
I'll start by telling you about this train's destination—the newly built statue of Kjeragandr.
It is built atop the island in the middle of Lake Silberneherze. Very conspicuous. You'll see it as soon as you step outside the station.
Of course, for you, the statue is not the point of your trip...
You came to Kjerag for something more important than sightseeing.

Leto : Yeah, sure did.
I need to take a good look at the Kjeragandr statue for my mamochka, though. It's... It's something she stressed before she left us.
Then, I'll head up the mountain next to Lake Silberneherze.
I need to take the box to the peak.

Harold : What's inside?

Leto : No idea. She never told me.
She just said I had to dump what's inside on the mountain, and that she'd be satisfied if I did.

Harold : Coming to your foreign homeland all by yourself only to fulfill your mother's wishes...
What a kind, faithful daughter! It moves my very soul!

Leto : Eh, that's really too much.

Harold : What are your plans after that?

Leto : After I take this up the mountain? I'm not too sure. I might travel around.
......
I might... lookk for my papa.

Harold : Is your father still in Kjerag?
Perhaps I could offer my assistance in searching for him?

Leto : For real? But I don't even know his name, and I don't remember what he looks like.
But Mamochka told me he was very handsome.

Harold : Aha, a handsome fellow.

Leto : Yeah! I guess he used to be a famous, handsome guy. Like, pretty popular, too.
Oh, right, and she told me my eyes look just like his.

Harold : A famous, handsome man from Kjerag? Hm...

Leto : Do you know anybody like that?

Harold : Hmm...
To have a daughter your age, he could only have done the deed while studying in Victoria... Hm...
No. No, no, no. That would be far too outrageous...
Ursus in those days... Could it be...?

Leto : Could it be what?

Harold : Uh, hah, I must give this some more thought.

Leto : I really hope we'll be able to find him.

Harold : You're hoping for a touching father-daughter reunion?

Leto : Ugh.
Not exactly.
All I want is to see what this bastard who's been gone for over a decade even looks like.

<Background 2>

Conductor : Welcome aboard the new Saintess Express. Our train has reached cruising speed. You may appreciate the finest natural sights that Kjerag has to offer through the windows on both sides of the train.
During our journey, we have a variety of local Kjerag delicacies available for purchase!
From all our favorite treats like yogurt snacks to the ever popular burdenbeast blind boxes, and even Karlan Trade's limited edition mountain ice waters, everything we have on offer is produced locally, handpicked by the Saintess herself, and guaranteed to be of the finest quality!
Please feel free to browse our selections...

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : Excuse me. I have a question.

Conductor : Ah, what can I get you today, good sir?

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : I'm not buying anything.

Conductor : These delicacies are not to your fancy? How about this limited edition mountain ice water?
This is the Tri-Clan's official drinking water, and it's the Saintess's personal favorite. We don't have many in stock today. A rare opportunity. It can be yours right now for just four francs!

Spectating Passenger : Holy Saintess... four francs? I could buy out a restaurant for that price!

Conductor : It's a little pricey, but just look at the packaging. This clean, pure sensation. It's a perfect fit for your splendid appearance!

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : ...I'll pass.
I'll... take a blind box. Thank you.

[The foreigner hands the woman some coins. ]

Conductor : Thank you very much!

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : How long until the next station?

Conductor : This train is a nonstop limited express. The next stop will be the terminus, Lake Silberneherze.
We are about two hours from our destination!
If you would like to stop somewhere during our journey to better take in the sights along the way, we also offer regular trains that stop at every station on the route!

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : Okay, thank you.

Conductor : You are very welcome.

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : (......)
(Blind box? Are these trinkets really so popular?)
(It's just a meaningless ornament, no matter how I look at it.)
(Still two hours to go. That's more than enough time.)
(Next... Hm?)

[A fowlbeast flaps by his feet. ]

Runaway Fowlbeast : ......

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : A fowlbeast?

Runaway Fowlbeast : (Pecks fiercely)

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : What...?!

Runaway Fowlbeast : (Fly everywhere)[sic]
(Attack all over)[sic]
Gkh—Gkhhh!

Shocked Villager : Eh, my fowlbeasts! How did they get out?

Passionate Villager : Where? I'll help you catch them!

Meddlesome Villager : I'll help, too!

Mischievous Child : Mom, I want to catch fowlbeasts!

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : (...Not good.)

[The man tries to sneak away but... ]

Mischievous Child : Hey, mister! Where are you going?

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : ......

Mischievous Child : Why don't you help?
Catching fowlbeasts is so much fun!

[...The child drags him back in. ]

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : ............

<Background fades out and in>

[The foreigner exits the previously fowlbeast-infested train carriage. ]

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : (Phew.)
(To think mere fowlbeasts and a toddler could be so fierce together.)
(Seems Kjerag isn't to be underestimated.)
(But this does give me a legitimate excuse to check the train cars.)

[The man knocks on a cabin door. ]

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : Good afternoon, sirs, have any of you seen any runaway fowlbeasts?
No? Thank you. Sorry for disturbing you.

[The man slides the door shut. ]

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : (Nothing out of the ordinary here.)
(Nothing strange in the car up ahead, either. Only the last few cabins left.)
(Looks like this will be another futile journey.)

<Background fades out>

[He knocks on another cabin door and slides it open. ]

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : Excuse me, have you...?

<Background 3>

Leto : ...If I find him, I'll make him pay for that decade!
Look at this. Before I came here, I had Natalya and Anna—they're my friends, you see. I asked them to help me math all this out.
Living expenses, education, medical—oh, and this "emotional absenteeism" fee that Natalya came up with. It's all here.
Doesn't matter how good-looking he is! It's not like that ever fed me!

Harold : Hahahahaha, emotional absenteeism. Not bad. Very good. I approve!

[Harold notices the man at the door. ]

Harold : Hm? A guest? Please...... come in...
......

Foreigner With a Funny Hat : ......
...Have you seen any escaped fowlbeasts?

Leto : Fowlbeasts? Oh, I saw one earlier...

Harold : Ah, right, of course! We did see one!
Come, come, come, good sir. Let us head outside and discuss that fowlbeast in the greatest detail!

Leto : Huh? What detail is there to a—

[Harold anxiously leads the man out of the cabin and shuts the door. ]

Leto : What the heck? Why are they acting so funny?
......
Hm... Victorians. I hope everything's okay...

<Background 2>

Harold : Alright, kind sir, shall we discuss the fowlbeast?
I'm very curious what kind of fowlbeast would require a Trilby Asher coming to me in person.

"Trilby Asher" : I did not expect to find you on this train, Lord Viscount.

Harold : Oh, please. I could say the very same. Minus the viscount bit.
Why is it that I've never noticed that the Trilby Ashers had such an interest in sightseeing? Or is it that your early retirement has finally been approved?

"Trilby Asher" : ......

Harold : Seems not.

"Trilby Asher" : No need for the interrogation, My Lord.
I'm merely doing a routine investigation on certain rumors that I've heard.

Harold : Now, I can't say I buy that.

"Trilby Asher" : You and I both help lift the weight off Her Grace. We should have more trust in one another.
What about you, My Lord? What is your purpose here? And the young lady with you... Is she Ursine?
She looks a little familiar.

Harold : Trilby Asher...
I must say. If that was an attempt to make a move on the lady, it was rather behind the times.

"Trilby Asher" : ...No.
That is not my intention at all, but thank you for the reminder.

Harold : As for me. I am, of course, sightseeing.

"Trilby Asher" : Are you?

Harold : Mind your words now. We should have more trust in one another!
The Kjeragandr statue ceremony is in two days. I received an invitation, and I thought I ought to do a little sightseeing before the unveiling.
I bought two small Saintess sculptures that I am bringing with me on the day. Pretty well-made, if you ask me.
Anyway, enough chit-chat. I see no... "fowlbeasts" here.
You should get back to work, Trilby Asher.

[Harold returns to his cabin. ]

"Trilby Asher" : You too, My Lord.
I hope you haven't forgotten why we're here.

<Background fades out and in>

"Trilby Asher" : (This is the last one. Nothing out of the ordinary.)
(Except Viscount Craigavon and the girl with him...)
(That one traveling with the Viscount... Who exactly is she? It seems I must look into this once I get back.)
(But first, I should finish checking this last cabin—)

[He knocks on the last door and slides it open. ]

"Trilby Asher" : Pardon—

"Trilby Asher" : ......

Degenbrecher : Hm?

"Trilby Asher" : Please excuse me.

[The Trilby Asher quickly shuts the door. ]

<Background 2>

"Trilby Asher" : ......
Phew...
No, that's impossible.
The intel says she is training new recruits in the mountains. She can't be here.
She shouldn't be...

[He opens the door again. ]

Degenbrecher : Need something?
If you need something, out with it. Or is it so much fun to open random doors?

"Trilby Asher" : ......

[He shuts the door. Again. ]

"Trilby Asher" : (—?!)
(It really is her...?! The Black Knight who works for the Silverashes...?)
(There are bloodstains on her hands. Who forced her hand?)
(...This is bad.)
(But this also means the intel's not wrong. There's trouble on this route.)
......
No, before I consider that...

[He takes out a piece of paper. ]

"Trilby Asher" : Who are the intelligence officers in charge of watching Degenbrecher...?
Ah, there we are.
For them to miss such an important piece of information... They can expect to see a court-martial.

[The cabin door opens again, but this time not by him. ]

Degenbrecher : Intelligence officers, you say?
Don't blame them. There aren't many who can keep up with me.

"Trilby Asher" : Thank you for speaking up for them.

[Degenbrecher slowly steps out of the cabin. ]

Degenbrecher : It's the truth.
Now, tell me what you're doing here.
Surely you must have already come up with an excuse or two?
Trilby Asher?

Operation story: RS-2

Before operation

Summary

Worried about the Trilby Asher, the viscount searches for him, only to stumble upon the Trilby Asher and Degenbrecher in a 'standoff.' Sensing the situation is awry, he turns and runs, with Degenbrecher chasing after him.

<Background 1>

Leto : ...That's the honey drink I'm talking about. It's got a sweet taste at first, but I didn't expect it to hit me so hard after!
It wasn't really all that bad, though. My friend said I was honey drunk, but in the end, I was as sober as can be, and she was totally wasted.

Harold : ......

Leto : Hm? Hey? Dedushka?
Hey! Are you listening?

Harold : Hmm... Oh?
Forgive me, Rosalind. What did you just say?

Leto : She was totally blitzed on honey!

Harold : Oh, right, right. Of course, on honey.

Leto : Ugh... c'mon...
If you have something on your mind, you should just deal with it.
You're barely even here. How are we supposed to have a conversation?

Harold : No, no, there is nothing more worthy of my attention than your story right now.
Please, tell me more about honey drunkenness. If I recall correctly, they do offer specialty beverages made with honey on this train.

Leto : Alright, that's enough.
My eyes are pretty sharp. You've been acting weird since that guy in the hat showed up.
Is he your friend...? No, you don't look like friends.
So you must be enemies?

Harold : Not quite.
Perhaps the two of us can just barely be described as colleagues. We don't work for the same department of the company, however.

Leto : Okay, so he's a colleague you don't get along with, bumping into you on vacation.

Harold : I love the way you describe it.
Right then, Rosalind. I'll admit I'm a little worried my colleague may not get his work done quite satisfactorily, so please excuse me for a short while.
By way of apology, I will secure for you a honey beverage. Its main ingredient is a Kjerag specialty, highland honey. Each and every drop is Kjeragandr's blessing, pure and unadulterated...

Leto : Really? I'm pretty much desensitized to all that Kjeragandr marketing talk though...

Harold : Without a doubt.
But you did tell me your friend said you get honey drunk, so I'd like us to make a promise to one other. One bottle per day, at most. Let's keep you from actually getting drunk on our trip.

<Background 2>

"Trilby Asher" : There's no need for things to be so tense between us, Madam Degenbrecher.
Her Grace's heart lies with Karlan Trade, and she is also keenly interested in Kjerag's continued development. It is my job to keep an eye on all aspects of the country.
This is no different. There's no reason for you to be on alert.

Degenbrecher : So your job description includes visiting train cabins?

"Trilby Asher" : The changes this place has been through are quite shocking, are they not?
From what I understand, they've deployed Victorian rolling stock on this route extending from the foot of Mount Karlan to Lake Silberneherze.
But this series of trains has gone through significant modification since its initial deployment.
As the first to sow the seeds in all this, Her Grace is struck with admiration for Karlan Trade's technological improvements in these three short years.

Degenbrecher : If Gnosis hadn't done all this, then Enciodes would've been in deep trouble after speaking up for him.
You're going to discuss technology with me?
You're talking to the wrong person, then. Better find Gnosis yourself. He might be interested.

"Trilby Asher" : Most curious, Madam.
I did not expect to find you here, much less under these circumstances.
Who exactly is it that necessitated your personal intervention? What kind of situation could be so urgent and precarious that... you haven't even the time to change your bloodstained gloves?

Degenbrecher : ......
I dealt with a small issue, that's all.
This is not the right time for your curiosity, Trilby Asher, and I suggest you abandon it.
I'm here looking for someone, and I don't want to dirty another pair of gloves for the time being.

"Trilby Asher" : I mean no offense.
And I don't mean to interfere with your work in any way.
It's just... surely there must be someone important aboard?

Degenbrecher : And if there is?

"Trilby Asher" : If you wouldn't mind divulging some details to me, perhaps I could be of some assistance.
After all... finding people is one of the tasks that we handle on a day-to-day basis.

Degenbrecher : You seem to be mistaken.

"Trilby Asher" : I beg your pardon?

Degenbrecher : Enciodes might be willing to turn a blind eye to you sticking your nose here. That's his choice, and none of my business.
But I don't share his patience.
Do you know what's so much nicer about Kjerag than Kazimierz?

"Trilby Asher" : ......

Degenbrecher : The place is cold, but consequently, there aren't as many insects around.
The flying ones buzz around until you can't help but squash them dead.

"Trilby Asher" : ......

Degenbrecher : Now you'd best behave yourself, or I will act in Enciodes's stead.

"Trilby Asher" : Thank you for the advice.

Degenbrecher : This is not advice. It's a warning.
Enough chit-chat. Are you through wasting my time?

[Degenbrecher shifts her gaze. ]

Degenbrecher : What luck, the man I'm looking for is eavesdropping on the other side of that door.

<Background swipes to the right>

Harold : Erk.

<Background fades out and in>

"Trilby Asher" : —!
Madam Degenbrecher—

「Before he can finish his sentence, a flash of cold, white light sweeps past his field of vision.
The pressure the Trilby Asher managed to exert is suppressed within himself. The signature hat on his head is suddenly split into two down its brim, at last revealing a hint of the fear the disguised spy is feeling.
The woman's hand rests on her weapon, apparently casually. Her gaze makes it clear to the Trilby Asher that—
Right now, he is prey to a ferocious beast. 」

Degenbrecher : I don't want this train decommissioned.
Don't make me say it again.
Out of the way.
If you'd rather I make my own way, that would be fine, too.

<Background fades out and in>

[Harold sprints into another train carriage before hiding in a corner. ]

Harold : (This has certainly got to be a joke!)
(The Black Knight in the flesh... In Kazimierz, they would print the image of the bloodied Black Knight on rare foil cards!)
(Set the Trilby Asher aside... Even the Black Knight is on this train...?)
(Oh, and me—A Victorian viscount, personally named by the Black Knight as the one she's looking for. What a star-studded cast! Inconceivable!)
(......)
(I need somebody to tell me right now this is all some kind of impromptu entertainment... That's what I need!)

[Harold activates his transceiver. ]

Harold : Lisburn?
I need you to check for me right now if Karlan Trade has made any strange moves—
No, never mind. First, make sure our men are safe!

Seasoned Soldier : Our men? They're all fine in the barracks. We all went back after we chauffeured you to the station. Saw nothing strange whatsoever.
But Jefferson and the lads are not yet back from their drinking contest... I'll have someone find them right now.
What's the matter, Harold? The way you're talking, is something up?

Harold : Everything is fine for now. For now.
I hope I'm merely overthinking this...
Anyway, confirm their status and have them report in immediately! Even if they've drunk themselves to death, pick them back up and get them to report in before they drop dead again!

Seasoned Soldier : Understood. I'm on it.

[The transmission ends. ]

Harold : ...*sigh*.
O Kjeragandr, if you're really omnipresent and omniscient as the people here say—
Now is the time for you to appear.
Please don't abandon a faithful traveler.
If I can't be a good, proper guest, I may have no choice but to be an unwelcome guest.

「fades out and in 」

[Leto is talking on her transceiver. ]

Leto : So that's the gist of it.
The signal here is kinda wonky. I gave it a try, but I got almost no signal at all in the cabin. It's a little better in the corridor.
Good thing Aurora set this up for us ahead of time. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have a way to get in touch.
What could happen to me? Relax, I'm fine.
Alright! I'll leave it to you to get in touch with the landship. Say hello to the others for me!
I'll hang up now. Later.

[The transmission ends. ]

Leto : This should take care of it...

[Out of nowhere, Harold suddenly runs up behind her. ]

Harold : Rosalind!

Leto : Waugh!
Oh, it's you. You spooked me...
What are you doing? Are you running from somebody?

Harold : Terribly sorry, but now is not the time to discuss this.
Rosalind, why didn't you stay in the cabin?

Leto : Uh, I wanted some fresh air.
Got a problem with that?

Harold : Oh, not at all. Fresh air is a fine thing.
It's just—

[Harold spots the Trilby Asher and Degenbrecher in the next carriage. ]

Harold : ...A shame. Seems we won't have much time for an explanation.
Rosalind, you go on back to the cabin—Wait, no, you can't. The Trilby Asher has already seen you.
(Besides, he said she looked "familiar"...)

Leto : Trilby Asher? You mean your colleague with the weird hat?

Harold : Yes, exactly. That's him!
I ran into some small trouble, Rosalind.
Let me say this now. It was not my intent to bring you into this mess. However...
I don't want some strange man to come propositioning you because he's failed to find me.

Leto : Huh? Propositioning?
I just ignore those weirdos. And if they can't take a hit[sic], I sock 'em right in the nose!

Harold : Not a bad idea. If ever you find the chance, please do.
But there are certain men who don't give up simply because they've been punched in the face by a young lady...
So, I'd like to offer you an invitation to the dining car, to sample the honey beverages there and evade the stubborn flirts.

Leto : Hm, so you mean you want to drink honey with me?

Harold : Yes, let us proceed to imbibe the honey drink.

Leto : And you want to run all the way there?

Harold : Hah, yes, let us proceed to run all the way there.

Leto : Heh, they've almost caught up to you, haven't they? I can hear their footsteps!
You really aren't hiding none of it.

Harold : I said as much. I would never lie to a lady.

Leto : Alright, I've got no idea what kind of ruckus you guys are stirring up...
But it sounds pretty fun. I'm in!

Harold : Pleasure to have you onboard.
Then, without further ado—
Now! Quick, we have to run!

After operation

Summary

The Trilby Asher tries his hardest to stop Degenbrecher, only to find himself outmatched. Just as Degenbrecher reaches the Viscount, the train is pulling into the station.

<Background 2>

Spirited Tourist : Look! You can see the mountain outside!
My god, it's way too close. Is that what the Kjerags call Karlan? Doesn't matter. It's gorgeous!

Trembling Tourist : S-Say, can you close the window...?

Spirited Tourist : Huh?

Trembling Tourist : Th-The wind's too strong. I-I'm starting to have trouble even speaking.

[The woman shuts the window. ]

Spirited Tourist : Come on, exaggerating much? It's not that bad, you can take it...

Trembling Tourist : Really? You seriously don't feel cold at all? Look at you. You barely have pants on—

[The woman slaps him. ]

Spirited Tourist : Hey, watch what you're saying, you hooligan.
The tights I'm wearing are thick enough to keep me warm! Not like that lame getup you're wearing!

Trembling Tourist : Owww... Fine, fine, fine. Whatever you say.

Spirited Tourist : Hmph, now get in here. I'm about to take a selfie!

[Just then, the sound of people running reverberate through the carriage. ]

Trembling Tourist : Huh?
Hey, did you hear something just now?

[Two people burst into the carriage and shut the door behind them. ]

Harold : Ladies and gentlemen! Good day! Good day!
Frightfully sorry for interrupting your leisurely sightseeing! Please head back to your seats for the moment and make way. We—

Leto : Alright, cut it out with the fancy talk! We don't have time for that!
Sorry, everyone! Out of the way!

Harold : Rosalind! That is no way for a lady to speak!

[Leto grabs Harold and drags him along. ]

Harold : Eh, eh, Rosalind, not so rough. You're about to tear my sleeve off!

Spirited Tourist : Uh, what kind of Kjerag tradition is this?
Should we run up the train like them, too...?

Trembling Tourist : That can't be a tradition, can it? Sounds so stupid. I'm not doing it.

Spirited Tourist : Whatever, let's take our selfie!
Look at the camera! Three... Two...
...One...

[Suddenly, a second pair of people crash into the train carriage. ]

Degenbrecher : I've never been one for tag.

"Trilby Asher" : I can't say I'm a fan either. Perhaps we can sit down for a nice conversation?

Degenbrecher : You're the guilty ones trying to run.
And you'd better keep running. Don't stop.

[The Trilby Asher sprints away, leaving Degenbrecher with the two bewildered tourists. ]

Degenbrecher : Oh, by the way, the segment coming up in five minutes offers the best views. If you want to take pictures, there is a better opportunity coming up.
Enjoy your trip.

[Degenbrecher runs off. ]

Spirited Tourist : ......

Trembling Tourist : ......

[The camera timer activates, snapping several photos. ]

Spirited Tourist : And who were those people?

Trembling Tourist : No clue...
But you might just be right. Maybe Kjerag has some kind of tradition of running laps up and down the train...
Well, when in Londinium, as the saying goes...

Spirited Tourist : ......

Trembling Tourist : What's wrong, babe? You've been spacing out for a while.

Spirited Tourist : My picture! My picture!

Trembling Tourist : What about it? The lady just now said we should wait another five minutes for better scenery. Might as well listen to her.

Spirited Tourist : That's not what I'm talking about! Look! I got a picture of that lady's face!
She looks kinda familiar. Like I've seen her before somewhere...
But that's not the point! The important thing is her outfit is just so cool!
I'm going to treasure this picture!

<Background swipes right>

Hospitable Villager : Let me show you all something.
This is the famous Kjerag fondue, made with the finest local cheeses to give it its full-bodied flavor. You won't find this taste anywhere outside Kjerag!

Curious Tourist : Is it really that amazing?

[Harold and Leto run through the second carriage. ]

Leto : C'mon! Hurry up!

Harold : W-Wait, Rosalind... *cough*!
Pardon me, ladies and gentlemen. The fondue's taste is fine indeed, but I recommend adding some pepper for a richer flavor—!

[The two run into the next carriage... ]

Hospitable Villager : Wh-Who was that?

[Moments later, Degenbrecher and the Trilby Asher also dash through the carriage. ]

Hospitable Villager : Again?!

Curious Tourist : So is this how train trips go in Kjerag? It's just like my friends told me. Very unique.
Man, this is something else with pepper! I love it!

<Background swipes right>

Kjerag Villager : They're all here. I caught 'em all!
Thanks to all of you, I finally caught every last fowlbeast. I don't even know how to begin to show my appreciation...

Conductor : Make sure your sacks are tied tight this time, old man.
I'll pretend this never happened... but only just this once. Remember, no pets allowed on our trains!
This can never happen again!

Kjerag Villager : Yes, of course. Of course.

[Harold and Leto run through the third carriage... ]

Kjerag Villager : O-Oh, young'un, what's the rush?

Conductor : M-Ma'am! Please don't run on the train!

[...with Degenbrecher and the Trilby Asher in hot pursuit, crashing through things. ]

Kjerag Villager : Hey! You, with the funny hat! Watch... it!
Oh no! My fowlbeasts! My fowlbeasts got loose again!

<Background swipes right>

Annoyed Tourist : What the hell is it with these blind boxes? I'm not pulling the limited one at all!
Just one more... Just one more try...!

[Leto, Harold, Degenbrecher, and the Trilby Asher dash madly through the fourth carriage. ]

Annoyed Tourist : Hey, watch it, morons! You'll break my blind boxes...
Ahh! I-It's the limited one!

<Background fades out and in>

[Degenbrecher slides open the carriage door and walks menacingly inside. ]

Degenbrecher : This is the end of the line.
The last car.
Let's call it quits with this game of chase?

"Trilby Asher" : Madam, you've won. The outcome is all but certain.
I hope we can...

Degenbrecher : You talk too much.

[The Black Knight unsheathes her sword. ]

"Trilby Asher" : —!

Degenbrecher : I don't have time.
Don't worry, Trilby Asher. I won't forget that you want to talk.
I'll be back later to have a one-on-one chat with you.

"Trilby Asher" : ......

Degenbrecher : Now.
Out, or I'll get you out.

「...... 」

[After a few moments, Leto crawls out from under the seat. ]

Leto : A-Ahem.
H-Hey, lady! I'm over here.
*cough*, *spit*. All this dust all on the ground... So, did you need me for something?

Degenbrecher : It's not you that I'm looking for.

Leto : Huh?
But there's no one else here... Ouch!
(Don't move!)

Degenbrecher : Enough of this charade.

Leto : Wh-What charade? Y-You've got it all wrong!
(Eh, quiet down, will you? I'm trying to keep you out of sight!)

??? : (D-Don't pull my hair!)

Degenbrecher : ......
You're from Rhodes Island?

Leto : Huh? I am... You know about Rhodes Island?
Um, are you one of the friends the Doctor made on Rhodes Island's last trip here?

Degenbrecher : A friend? No, I'm not.
Enough. I don't have time to chat.
Show yourself before my patience runs out.

??? : (Forget it, young lady. Just let me out!)

[Harold crawls out from underneath the seat and stands up. ]

Harold : Haah...!
I'm touched by the fact that you would go to such lengths to help me, Rosalind, but wasn't that a bit too cruel of you...?
Eek... My hair... my moustache.

Degenbrecher : Finally.

Harold : ......!

Leto : What? So you two know each other?

Harold : A-Ahem. I wouldn't say we know each other. We've merely met a few times.
Madam Degenbrecher, it's been a while. I must've rather embarrassed myself.

Degenbrecher : Save the pleasantries.
Craigavon, Leone from the mountain needs to see you, urgently.

Harold : Leones...? See me?
Hold on, it's Leones who's looking for me, not you...?

Degenbrecher : He asked me to come find you. That's all.

Harold : Why is he so eager to see me?
Now that you mention it, I seem to have forgotten something... Hmm...

Degenbrecher : You forgot Lily is still waiting for you.

Harold : ...Right, Lily!

Leto : Who's Lily... No way, you forgot your mistress?

Harold : Mistress—?! No, not a mistress. *cough*—

"Trilby Asher" : ...Lord Viscount, you may well damage Victoria's image if you conduct yourself in this way.
If the Viscountess and your daughter were to learn about this...

Leto : Whoa, what a scumbag.

Harold : Hold on! Ahem, dammit, Bloody Asher! It's not what you think!
Lily is—

[Just then, the train bell chimes as it grinds to a halt. ]

「Ladies and gentlemen, we will soon be arriving at our terminus—
Lake Silberneherze Station.
Please be sure to take all your belongings with you and alight via the exits in the front and back of each car in an orderly fashion.
Thank you for riding the Saintess Express. 」

Degenbrecher : You haven't wasted too much time.
But you'd best climb the mountain and find Leones as soon as you get off the train. He's waiting for you.

Leto : Maybe we should split up here. Mamochka wouldn't like me traveling with you.

Harold : No, *cough*, Lily—
—Lily's not human!

Leto : You're even going to badmouth her like that?!

Harold : No, no, no, no. Pff, even I'm cracking up now. Oh, my chest hurts.

Degenbrecher : Lily's a burdenbeast.

Leto : A burdenbeast.

"Trilby Asher" : I see.

Degenbrecher : ...Did I not mention it before?

Harold : Trilby Asher, would you stop playing dumb!
Do you expect me to believe your spies have never reported on my actions in Kjerag?

"Trilby Asher" : Sorry, but the name of the burdenbeast you nursed back to health is not important enough for me to remember.

Leto : ...So, he's not a scumbag, and he's not in danger?
I thought it was a life-or-death thing, what with us getting chased and all that.

Harold : I... *sigh*! Rosalind, this has to do with my reputation!

Degenbrecher : How much more time do you want to waste?

<Background fades out>

[Degenbrecher walks towards Harold. ]

Degenbrecher : Don't just stand there like an idiot.
The train is entering the station.

Operation story: RS-3

Before operation

Summary

The misunderstanding is resolved, but Trilby Asher sets his sights on Leto. SilverAsh learns about this from Degenbrecher and decides to ride along.

<Background 1>

[The train bell chimes. ]

「Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at our terminus—
Lake Silberneherze Station.
Located in the center of a basin, clear and scenic Lake Silberneherze is one of the gems of Kjerag.
Legends say that it is the first tear shed by Kjeragandr. In winter, one can walk on the frozen surface and see into the depths of the lake.
The newly-built statue of Kjeragandr stands on an island in the middle of the lake, watching over Kjerag and her people. 」

<Background fades out>

「Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived... 」

[People begin to board off the train. ]

Harold : ......

"Trilby Asher" : ......

Degenbrecher : ......

Harold : So... it's all a misunderstanding?
No secrets, no assassinations, no VIP on the train, no nothing?

Degenbrecher : If there's any VIP that got me on this train, it was you.
Viscount Harold Craigavon, the renowned burdenbeast veterinarian who has become a household name amongst the pastoralists.

Harold : Ahem.
I'm honored.

"Trilby Asher" : I beg your pardon, Madam Degenbrecher.
It was hard not to make certain inferences from the blood on your gloves.

Degenbrecher : Blood?
Should I explain?
I guess I could tell you, if you really want to know.

"Trilby Asher" : I do. Please.

Degenbrecher : Lily's birthing wasn't easy.
It was premature. She bled a lot, and I had my hands full.

Harold : What?!
Premature...? She bled?
That's no laughing matter. How is my girl?

Degenbrecher : I performed first aid, but she needs a professional follow-up.
Leones says he trusts you the most, Craigavon.
It's up to you now.

Harold : I'll be there in two shakes of a beast's tail!

"Trilby Asher" : ......

Degenbrecher : You look disappointed. Were you expecting something else?
Fine enough by me. I could live up to those expectations.

"Trilby Asher" : There's no need for that.

Degenbrecher : So, what's the misunderstanding?

Harold : Ah, well... Lake Silberneherze is a nice place, isn't it?
Particularly on a sunny, clear day like this, when even the air smells particularly fresh...

Degenbrecher : Do Victorians always talk about the weather when they're trying to change the subject?
I must have heard this a few thousand times by now.

Harold : Forgive me. We learn from a young age to use Victoria's awful weather as a conversation starter.

"Trilby Asher" : Kindly refrain from besmirching the good name of Victoria, My Lord.

<Background 2>

Leto : Hey–
Why are you guys still standing around chatting?
Is our little misunderstanding all cleared up now?

Harold : Of course, of course.
Nothing would have happened, if not for some alarmists amongst us.

"Trilby Asher" : ......

Leto : Whatever, as long as it's all cleared up now.
Running up and down a train was fun, but I've had enough of eating dust under a table.
I went ahead and had a look. A tour guide gave me two maps!
Lake Silberneherze is just down the street from here.
Should we go now?

Harold : Well... dreadfully sorry, Rosalind, but I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my promise.
There's a lady who needs me at her side, right now.

Leto : Lily is a burdenbeast, right? Not some Victorian noble codeword?

Harold : Perish the thought!

Leto : Fine, fine. Go see to your "Lily". I can take care of myself here.

Harold : Rosalind...

Leto : Wh-What's that look on your face?

Harold : You're such a kind, thoughtful girl!

[Harold wipes his tears before smiling. ]

Harold : Come, let's exchange contact information.

[The two exchange numbers. ]

Harold : You must find me, should you ever need anything. I am ever at your service.
And I'll keep an eye out for your father... handsome Kjerag fellow, you said?

Leto : Thanks for that, dedushka.
Alright, you guys get back to your chat, I'm gonna get going.

[Leto leaves. ]

Harold : Such a lovely young lady, so strong and cheerful even after losing her mother...

Degenbrecher : ...A handsome Kjerag fellow?

Harold : Oh, you heard?
Rosalind came to Kjerag to find her long-lost father.
It's a touching story. I hope her efforts bear fruit.

Degenbrecher : Her father...?
Is that what she said?

Harold : Well, now that our misunderstanding has been resolved...
Madam Degenbrecher, I'm a huge fan of your work. Could I perhaps beg your autogr—

Degenbrecher : No time.
I'm leaving. Take care of Lily.

[Degenbrecher strides away. ]

Harold : wait, Madam Degenbrecher!
Ach—
She's gone.

"Trilby Asher" : The Black Knight does not seem to take much pride in glories past.
Small wonder, considering the manner in which she was exiled from Kazimierz...

Harold : Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you were still here.

"Trilby Asher" : I didn't want to inadvertently offend the Black Knight.

Harold : Glad to know you're so self-aware.

"Trilby Asher" : It was my mistake. I should have been more careful with my words.
But do you really believe Madam Degenbrecher's reasoning?

Harold : ......

"Trilby Asher" : The Black Knight has ever been Silverash's loyal lieutenant, from the moment she left Kazimierz and followed him to Kjerag.
She has been in the mountains lately, training a new unit of troops for Karlan Trade.
We also have reports of unusual goods moving in and out of Kjerag, involving materials of a sensitive nature.

Harold : Your point...?

"Trilby Asher" : All conjecture at this time.
But you have your suspicions too, don't you? That's why you kept the young Rosalind's contact.

Harold : Looks like your time in Victoria has instilled in you a pathological mistrust of others. What a shame.

"Trilby Asher" : That is my profession, after all.
I will report today's events to the Duke, exactly as they happened.

Harold : Wait...!

"Trilby Asher" : Allow me to remind you once more, My Lord.
You have a duty you are obligated to carry out. Do not fail Her Grace.
This is not a sightseeing trip.

<Background 3>

[Meanwhile, Enciodes is having a call with a Columbian investor. ]

Enciodes : Have you given Karlan Trade's proposal some thought, Mr. Taylor?
I understand Matterhorn has taken you to see our mines and factories. Are you satisfied with what you've seen from Kjerag and Karlan Trade?

Columbian Magnate : I have no complaints about your company, Mr. Silverash.
But you're a businessman too. I'm sure you understand.
I would have few reasons to harbor any doubts, if it was Karlan Trade I was dealing with.
But if I'm to deal with the government of Kjerag, which we know little about... I do feel that more due diligence is in order when it comes to a project of this size.

Enciodes : Of course.

Columbian Magnate : I saw Victorian soldiers on the streets a few days ago.
There's no conflict brewing between Kjerag and Victoria... is there?

Enciodes : I assure you that no harm will come to you in Kjerag.
Take your time, Mr. Taylor. Kjerag won't disappoint you.

Columbian Magnate : Excellent! I look forward to a fruitful partnership, Mr. Silverash.

[The transmission ends. ]

Enciodes : You will continue to serve as Mr. Taylor's guide tomorrow, Matterhorn.
Attend to any need he has, within reason.

Matterhorn : Yes, sir.
But... are we really going to work with him?

Enciodes : You don't think he'd be a good partner?

Matterhorn : It's not my place to judge.
However, he has found various excuses to put off signing the contract while here in Kjerag, and went back on his word more than once on profit sharing. I fear...

Enciodes : Indeed, he is a shrewd merchant.
Kjerag has no choice but to work with shrewd merchants at present, while these same shrewd merchants have their pick of options.
My job is to make Kjerag their only choice.

Matterhorn : Sir...

[Enciodes's transceiver buzzes. ]

Enciodes : Go and check on Degenbrecher's recruits.
Have them escort Mr. Taylor.

Matterhorn : Yes, sir.

[Matterhorn leaves the room as Enciodes answers the call. ]

Degenbrecher : Enciodes?

Enciodes : Yes.
Look at that, you're using a communicator. I thought you didn't like these long-range methods.

Degenbrecher : I just don't like to be contacted.
There's something you should know, Enciodes.
I ran into a girl from Rhodes Island on the train to Lake Silberneherze.
Did you enter into a new partnership with them?

<Background 4>

Local Vendor : Kjerag snow cheese, burdenbeast accessories, Saintess portraits!
All Kjerag specialties, get them here!

Competing Vendor : Burdenbeast blind boxes! Limited edition! While supplies last!

Leto : It's so lively here.
What are they selling?
Portraits of the Saintess? That's not what Pramanix looks like...

Local Vendor : Now, now, girly, the Saintess personally approved this portrait! It's the real deal!

Leto : Right, whatever you say.
I'll have some snow cheese, then. Is that the most popular treat?
I might've had some when I was little.

Local Vendor : You're a local?

Leto : You could say that.

Local Vendor : Should've said so. Don't buy the snow cheese.

Leto : Huh?

Local Vendor : That's for tourists. We don't buy that stuff.
This shaved cheese is much cheaper and tastes pretty much the same.

Leto : Wait, aren't you just ripping off tourists then?

Local Vendor : Hey, don't put it like that!
Look at the packaging on this snow cheese. See how nice it is? That's what the tourists want. Something nice and classy-looking.
All I'm doing is making a few francs off the packaging. It's not like I'm selling inferior stuff. The cheese itself is first-rate!

Leto : I guess you have a point.
I'll have the shaved cheese, then. Can I ask you something else, too?
Is there a man in Kjerag that everyone agrees is the handsomest?

Local Vendor : The handsomest man, huh?
Well... I'm a Paleroche, but I'm not gonna lie.
Sir Enciodes has got to be the handsomest fellow in Kjerag.

Leto : Enciodes... Wait, SilverAsh?!

Local Vendor : Yeah, the patriarch of Clan Silverash.

Leto : No, no way... it can't be...
How about another guy? Anybody else?

Local Vendor : Er, well... um...

Leto : Never mind, just a random thought. Forget I asked.
How about something else...? That mountain by the shore of Lake Silberneherze?
Does it have a name or something?

Local Vendor : Oh, that's Mount Fugen!
It's famous for its romantic atmosphere. Lots of young couples go there.

Leto : Young couples...?

Local Vendor : They say any couple that watches the sunrise there will stay together forever. What's that old saying again? "Kjerag's love is like the unmelting ice." Humbug, if you ask me.
But lots of tourists go there. They hang the golden lock of love or something... oh, now that I think of it.
Sir Arctosz likes to go there to hunt, and he's none too happy about all the tourists who get in his way.

Leto : Hm...
Alright. Here's the money for the cheese.

Local Vendor : Thank you. Come again!

<Background 5>

Leto : So this is the Lake Silberneherze that Mamochka always talked about...
And that's Mount Fugen.
Not a bad view, but Ursus has icy lakes just like it.
Oh, the ice goes pretty deep.
Is that the statue of Kjeragandr? Can't see the face.
Wow, it's big alright. Wonder how much stone they used to build it.

??? : Stone?
Our Kjeragandr statue wouldn't settle for stone!

Leto : Huh?

[Sciurus Browntail approaches Leto. ]

Sciurus : Gotta hand it to you: You've got good taste. This is the best spot to admire Kjeragandr's statue.

Leto : Er... who might you be?

Sciurus : I'm—A-Ahem! That's not important. What's important is what you just said!
Kjeragandr's statue isn't made from any old stone. We used the finest materials to express our love for Her!

Leto : The finest, huh?
Like, what?

Sciurus : Like I said, the finest—
—Ow!

Leto : What? Did you bite your tongue!

Sciurus : It's a secret, of course! Can't just go around blabbering to tourists.
I can't tell you the details, but anyway... just know that it's really amazing!

Leto : You almost let it slip.

Sciurus : Just almost.

Leto : Fine, fine, you didn't say anything.
Well, enjoy the view. I gotta get going.

Sciurus : Oh, hey, wait up!

Leto : What is it this time?

Sciurus : You... Hey, you're a tourist, right?
Kjeragandr's statue's getting officially unveiled right here the day after tomorrow, in the morning.
If you're still in Kjerag, you won't wanna miss it!

Leto : Now you're just talking to yourself.
Who knows what's gonna happen in two days? Makes no difference looking at it today.

Sciurus : Of course it makes a difference!
The Saintess is officiating the ceremony herself! You might even get to see Kjeragandr in spirit!
You... say, what's your name?

Leto : Rosalind.

Sciurus : Full name.

Leto : Ty nevynosima... (Ursine) Rosalind Tatyanovna Larina.

Sciurus : Alright, Rosalind, I'll make this official!
I, Sciurus Browntail, formally invite Rosalind Tatyanovna Larina to attend the unveiling ceremony for Kjeragandr's statue that takes place in two day's time!
Then you'll know that this Kjeragandr is special. There's no other like Her.

Leto : You sure are confident.
Well, I guess I'll look forward to it.

[Leto walks off. ]

Sciurus : Wait, I haven't given you the invitation letter yet!
Why are you in such a hurry, anyway?

<Background fades out and in>

"Trilby Asher" : Sciurus, younger sister of the Browntail Matriarch. Frequently visits other countries on behalf of Kjerag, in recent years.
Did she arrange for Rosalind to be here?
I should find a way to eavesdrop...

Shopkeeper : Sir, you've been standing in front of my stall holding that newspaper of yours for five minutes.
I need you to buy something, or move out of the way.

"Trilby Asher" : Oh, pardon me. One burdenbeast milk tea au lait, please.

<Background fades out and in>

Sciurus : ......
Alright, I guess that takes care of that bitch Ratatos's job.
Makes no sense... why do I have to keep an eye on a some kid? Even talk to her, no less?
Gotta say, though, the girl looks slightly familiar...

Yucatan : Rus?
Are you sure you don't need my help?

Sciurus : Yucatan!
Leave it to me. I got this.
Let's go. I want Ratatos to tell me what the deal is with that Rosalind girl!

After operation

Summary

Leto visits the island that the Kjeragandr statue is on and encounters an old devotee, who recognizes Leto and invites her to visit Clan Paleroche.

<Background black>

「Come, Rosalind, let's learn how to pray to Kjeragandr.
Close your eyes, put your hands before your chest, and call out Kjeragandr's name silently in your heart...
Good job, Rosalind.
You're Mama and Papa's sweetheart, Rosalind.
Mama could never regret giving birth to you, no matter what people might say.
May Kjeragandr bless... 」

<Background 6>

Leto : The Kjeragandr looks even bigger up close.
So that's what She looks like.
Hm...
Pray... to Kjeragandr...
What did Mamochka teach me again?
No, I can't remember. I mean, it all happened before I was three.
I guess I should start praying—
Close my eyes... what do I do with my hands again?

??? : Stretch your right palm out flat and place it before your chest.

[An old man approaches Leto. ]

Elder Devotee : In Kjeragandr's presence, we close our eyes that do not truly see, and bow our overly proud heads.
Drive stray thoughts from our minds, and recite Kjeragandr's name in our hearts.
Come, child, after me.

Leto : Okay!

「Leto closes her eyes again.
Her vision goes dark, but her senses seem to vastly expand in an instant.
Behind her, the old devotee begins to praise Kjeragandr's name in his raspy voice.
Kjeragandr, grant us springs that quench our thirst, and fruit that sates our hunger.
Kjeragandr, grant us ice and snow that freeze Catastrophe.
Kind and gentle Kjeragandr, watch over us and Kjerag.
The sensation of wind brushing past her cheeks seems to grow with the chanting, the snowy wind roaring in her ear.
A sense of familiarity, rising from a place that Leto does not know, takes her down memory lane. 」

Leto : (Kjeragandr...)
(I'm not your follower, and I don't need your blessing.)
(But if you really do protect your believers, please, protect Mamochka.)
(I wouldn't have come if she didn't ask me to.)
......
Hm, no, that's not good enough.

Elder Devotee : What?

Leto : Kjeragandr!
Kjeragandr—!
Please, protect my mother! She's a devout follower of yours!
She told me how great Kjerag is! I'll see how great it is for myself!

<Background fades out and in>

Surprised Tourist : What's that about?

Excited Tourist : Is that what Kjerag prayers are like?

<Background fades out and in>

Leto : Phew...
Ok, that's good.

Elder Devotee : What are you doing, girl?

Leto : Praying, of course.
I mean, it's better to pray aloud, isn't it? Make sure Kjeragandr can hear me.

Elder Devotee : Uh...

Leto : Don't want to leave behind any regrets, you know!
Oh, and thanks for teaching me!

Elder Devotee : Well, I suppose Kjeragandr is hardly one to be picky about petty details...
No need to thank me.

Leto : Kjeragandr sounds like a pretty nice lady!
Just like you, batyushka.

「Leto removes her hand from her chest and takes one last look at the imposing Kjeragandr statue, before turning around to descend the steps.
The old devotee sees her face clearly for the first time.
The visage before his eyes, under the sunlight...
The curves of her cheeks, the height of her nose, the shape of her lips...
A sense of familiarity washes over the old man. 」

Elder Devotee : —
It's... you... You're...
......

Leto : What?

Elder Devotee : No, it's nothing...
I've seen plenty of tourists in my time, but no one who's done what you did.

Leto : Really? Did I do something weird?

Elder Devotee : What's your name?

Leto : Rosalind.

Elder Devotee : Rosalind...
How old are you, Rosalind?

Leto : Me? Almost twenty.

Elder Devotee : ......
Are you Kjerag?

Leto : You can tell?

Elder Devotee : You look like...
Yes, you really do...

Leto : Well, you called it. I was born here.
But I spent my whole life in Ursus. This is my first time back.
I guess only half of me is Kjerag.

Elder Devotee : You grew up in Ursus?
Ursus...
Ursus... that's good too. Yes.
Why have you come to Kjerag, then?

<Background 5>

Ratatos : Alright, stick to what you're doing.
No, actually, that's enough. Too much is suspicious.
The girl? It's a long story. I'll tell you over dinner or something. Talk to you later.

[Ratatos cuts the transmission. ]

Ratatos : Alright? Satisfied?

Degenbrecher : For now.

Gnosis : Are you sure the Trilby Asher didn't find anything else?

Degenbrecher : No need to be paranoid, Gnosis.
The Duke would not stay put if things had gotten to the point that you fear they have.
Don't forget the troops stationed in the foothills. Craigavon is no pushover.

Gnosis : A Trilby Asher showing up on the train indicates that they've sensed something.
I have had dealings with the Trilby Ashers. On the surface, they are the groveling servants of the nobles, armed with nothing but silvery tongues.
But we can't ignore the fact that they grew up in the embers of an empire at war.

Ratatos : Karma catching up to the two of you, maybe?

Gnosis : If we're talking about karma, then you won't get far yourself.

Ratatos : Of course I won't. Why wouldn't we suffer payback for delivering a young girl to a Victorian spy?
She will distract the Trilby Asher. That's why we need the Victorians to believe that she is important.

Gnosis : Do not forget that there will be many eyes on this place, with Kjeragandr's statue complete and the ceremony about to begin.
We must all be careful.

Ratatos : I don't need you to remind me.
Relax, I'll be careful. It's not a game we're playing here, after all. The Browntails couldn't pull out if we wanted to.
Or rather...
If I showed even the slightest hint that I wanted out today, I'm plenty sure I would suffer an 'unfortunate accident' tomorrow.

Gnosis : ...I see no reason to engage in speculation about the impossible.
This is for Kjerag. We can only go forward, not back.

Ratatos : But we can't hide this forever, Gnosis.
It's too big, with too many people involved.
Even if the Trilby Asher didn't run into the girl today, he might've run into a certain boy another day.
He will find out, sooner or later.
Enciodes better have a plan, or even the full authority of the Saintess and all Kjerag won't save his hide.
And if Victoria finds Karlan Trade to be more important, then we truly have no card to play.

Degenbrecher : It's good for all of us that the Saintess and Enciodes have taken up different positions.

Ratatos : Sigh.
I guess I'd better cancel my family dinner tomorrow.

Gnosis : Since when are you a family woman?

Ratatos : Isn't that what Kjerag has always been about? Family, bloodlines. Old-fashioned, I guess, but...
The Saintess and Enciodes are siblings, aren't they?

<Background 6>

Elder Devotee : I see... I see...
Your mother gave birth to you in Kjerag, but she brought you to Ursus while you were still small.
You came back all this way, praying before the statue of Kjeragandr and preparing to climb the mountain to fulfill your mother's last wish.
I see...

Leto : That's the story, basically.

Elder Devotee : Good girl... good girl.
Smart, brave... and handsome too.

Leto : Oh, shucks. Now you're just flattering me.

Elder Devotee : I'm not.
You're a blessing from Kjeragandr to your family!

Leto : Well, er...
I wouldn't say that... I guess you could say Mamochka was blessed.
But it has nothing to do with my papa, who might as well never have existed.

Elder Devotee : Ahem. Well...
Your father... hrm...

Leto : You don't know who he might be, do you?
Hm...
It's strange.
Mamochka said I look a lot like my papa, and he's supposed to be the handsomest man in Kjerag. I thought finding him would be a piece of cake.
Could it be...?

Elder Devotee : ......

Leto : Maybe my dad was actually pretty ordinary, and beauty was all in the eye of the beholder?

Elder Devotee : O-Of course not! That's not the case at all!

Leto : Whoa! Why are you so excited all of a sudden?
But I figured that's the most reasonable explanation.

Elder Devotee : Ah... it's hard to explain.

Leto : Well, I'm in no hurry. We can talk about it later.
Are you familiar with these parts?

Elder Devotee : I can't say I know everything, but I do know a thing or two.

Leto : So you're familiar, then...?
Do you know the best route up that mountain?
I hear it's a make-out point or something. Do I need to buy a ticket or...?

Elder Devotee : No need for tickets.
Other than Karlan, the seat of the Saintess, all the mountains and rivers of Kjerag belong to the children of Kjeragandr.
Who would have asked such a question in the Kjerag of the past?
This was a much quieter place back then.
No sightseeing spots, no attractions, few tourists. Faith was strong in the people, who respected the mountains, rivers, and lakes.
It has become like this because Clan Silverash wanted to open up to the outside, and the Saintess chose not to intervene...

Leto : What's so bad about opening up?

Elder Devotee : Well, that's not for an old man like me to judge.
Are you climbing the mountain today?

Leto : Hm... It's getting a little late.
I'm thinking about spending the night somewhere and climbing up first thing in the morning.
Any good hotels around here?

Elder Devotee : I have a few spare rooms, if it's a roof over your head you're looking for.
That is, if you're willing to stay in my humble abode...

Leto : Of course! Let's go.
Thank you so much! Mamochka always said the people of Kjerag were warm and kind.

Elder Devotee : N-Now, listen, girl!
Don't be so quick to accept an offer like that! You need to be careful!
What would you do if I had ulterior motives?

Leto : Why are you angry when you're the one who offered?
Don't worry.
I went through a lot in Ursus. I'm no pushover.

Elder Devotee : Don't be a fool!
How would you protect yourself if your assailant was stronger than you?

Leto : I'm not a fool...
Alright, I know, you're worried about me.
Actually, I'm not sure why, but I just felt... well...

Elder Devotee : What?

Leto : I can't put it into words. I just had a feeling...
I don't think you'd hurt me.

<Background 7>

Burly Tschäggättä : Did you find the mark?

Pumped-Up Tschäggättä : No. I scanned the island with binoculars, but I didn't see anyone.

Burly Tschäggättä : We're dealing with a master of disguise. He won't slip up so easily.

Pumped-Up Tschäggättä : Then why tell me to look?

Burly Tschäggättä : Just in case.
Our mission is to follow the girl, make sure no harm comes to her, and avoid detection.

<Background fades out and in>

"Trilby Asher" : The Tschäggättä still have a lot to learn about counter-reconnaissance.
But if the girl has encountered the former head of Clan Paleroche...
And the Tschäggättä are here too...
Hm?

[A creature growls in his direction. ]

"Trilby Asher" : What's that—

<Background fades out and in>

Pumped-Up Tschäggättä : What's that?

Burly Tschäggättä : I'll take a look.

<Background swipes right>

"Trilby Asher" : (Imitates burdenbeast cry)

Burly Tschäggättä : Just a wild burdenbeast.

[The Tschäggättä leaves, unaware of the Trilby Asher clambering out of the snow behind him. ]

"Trilby Asher" : You never know when a trick might come in handy.
Eek— my back—

<Background 6>

Kjarr : Look, Enya.
Look more carefully!
This statue...
It's not right, is it? Doesn't look like Kjeragandr at all.

Enya : Is that so?
I thought it was alright.

Kjarr : It's not alright!
The face needs to be a little thinner, and the body...

Enya : That will do, Kjarr.
It's up to the people of Kjerag. The Kjeragandr standing here is the one that they want to worship.
You know there's not much can change on that front.

Kjarr : Sigh.

Enya : No more sighs.
Did you hear the girl, Kjarr?

Kjarr : The one with the loud voice?
Of course I did. Interesting one. Kind of makes sense, you know.
Not even Kjeragandr can read minds, if you don't pray out loud.

Enya : Kjarr...

Kjarr : People's minds are such complicated things. Who can tell what you're thinking if you don't put it into words?

Enya : You're right.

Kjarr : So...
Will you heed the plea of your humble handmaiden, Saintess?
This statue—

Enya : Nope.

Kjarr : Enya, Enya!

Enya : Not even if you beg.

Operation story: RS-4

Before operation

Summary

The Viscount returns to the barracks, and after chatting with his troops, he decides to attempt to complete the Duke's mission. An old devotee brings Leto to the Paleroche clan, revealing that he is Arctosz's father. In a dusty room, that devotee recalls regretful memories.

<Background 1>

Seasoned Soldier : Full house!

Slippery Soldier : Straight flush!

Seasoned Soldier : You little sack of shite, you've been hiding cards, haven't ya?

Slippery Soldier : Why'd I need to hide cards to beat you? Just sit yourself down like a good boy—

[A third solider lays his cards on the table. ]

Silent Soldier : Royal flush.

Slippery Soldier : Goddammit, how'd you pull that one off?!

Silent Soldier : Your sleeve, Jack.

Slippery Soldier : Eh? My—How'd you catch that?

Seasoned Soldier : Jack, you cheating bastard!

Slippery Soldier : Hey, if you didn't catch me, that's your problem.

Seasoned Soldier : You want a problem? I'll shove your goddamn head so far up your arse that—

Silent Soldier : Just shuffle already.

Slippery Soldier : Alright, shuffling, shuffling.

Seasoned Soldier : I've sure got some rotten luck, getting stuck with you sorry lot for this shift.

[The soldier named Jack distributes the cards. ]

Slippery Soldier : Doesn't matter who you're on shift with, you're playing cards anyway. And there's only a handful of fellas here who won't try to cheat you. Go on, have a count.

Seasoned Soldier : Hmph.
At least there hasn't been much to do today.

Slippery Soldier : You can say that again. Back when the old man said he'd take us sightseeing, I didn't believe him for one second.
Now that it's been a month, I'd say I believe him.

Silent Soldier : It's been good eating and good drinking.

Seasoned Soldier : Certainly has! It feels like my appetite's gone back to when I just enlisted.

Sickly Soldier : Ahhh!!!

Seasoned Soldier : What the hell are you screaming out for, Charles?! Scared the crap outta me!

Sickly Soldier : Bloody hell, I had another nightmare.
Dreamt that I got chopped in half by a Sarkaz sword and all.

Slippery Soldier : Gah, thought it'd be something worse. Day afore yesterday I dreamt that I got blown up by some Originium explosives while out scouting.

Sickly Soldier : Right now I'd like to shove some explosives into your gob.

Slippery Soldier : Well hurry up already then.
A guy nuttier than a freaking Vampire out on the battlefield is going to have a few screws loose when off the warfront.

Sickly Soldier : Well, what can I do? I can't control if I have a nightmare or not.

Seasoned Soldier : Just think positive. Last time you said you were being minced, this time you said you were being chopped in two.
Maybe it's a good omen or something.

Sickly Soldier : Dammit, you're right.

Slippery Soldier : Alright, enough moping, grab a drink and come play some cards.

Seasoned Soldier : Perfect timing really. Now that you're up, come take over my spot for a few rounds.

[The soldier named Charles gets off the bed. ]

Sickly Soldier : Why, is something the matter?

Seasoned Soldier : Not really. There's a few farmers at the bottom of the mountain that need a hand with their work, so I'm going to help out.

Sickly Soldier : Farmers?

Silent Soldier : That family that gives us milk all the time, the Turiels.

Slippery Soldier : Oh, I remember them. Their daughter's quite pretty.
Heh, I see how it is, Lisburn.

Seasoned Soldier : I'm just helping out. Don't read too much into it.

[Viscount Harold steps into the barracks. ]

Harold : The hell are you lot doing? Everyone within a hundred meters could hear you yapping away.
You sure have some skills, turning the barracks into your gambling parlor.

Slippery Soldier : Didn't you say we were going to go sightseeing from the start, though?
We're just following orders here.

Harold : told you, you can go help out the locals a bit for some goodwill, let them think we're more than just a bunch of yobs. Have you been yet?

Slippery Soldier : Lisburn's going to help out. He's keeping mum, but I can tell that he's thinking of settling down here.

Harold : Oh?

Seasoned Soldier : Don't listen to this nutter, boss. I really am just going there to help out.
After all, we came here to...

Harold : Alright, that's enough out of you.
Just get going already. Who died and made you chief worrywart, huh?
If a young lad like yourself really does want to become a family man, I'd say you're still a good egg.

Seasoned Soldier : Yes, sir!

[The soldier named Lisburn heads out of the barracks. ]

Slippery Soldier : You've sure got a stink about you, boss.
Still working on your veterinary medicine out there?

Harold : Save it. Lily, the Leones' girl, she gave birth prematurely.
Didn't get there in time, all I could do was help with some postpartum care.
*sigh* And then I ran into this one very unlucky chap.

Slippery Soldier : Unlucky?

Harold : Another Victorian.

Slippery Soldier : A Victorian? The whole month we've been here I bet I've seen, if not a thousand Victorian tourists, eight hundred at least.

Harold : Alright, I get it, you love taking a stroll down the street.
Deal those cards out already.

Silent Soldier : I'll deal.

[The silent soldier deals the cards. ]

Silent Soldier : Charles had a nightmare again, boss.

Harold : Did he?
Let me see.

Sickly Soldier : It's fine, no use troubling yourself over it.

Harold : If you lot die, then who's going to fight for me?

[Harold approaches Charles on his bed. ]

Sickly Soldier : We're going to fight?

Harold : Shut your mouth for a second and hold still, alright?

[Harold examines the soldier's arm. ]

Sickly Soldier : Gah—

Harold : Hmm... Well, at least it hasn't gotten worse.
Does it still hurt as much as last time?

Sickly Soldier : It's been a lot better since we came to Kjerag.

Harold : Hmph, I spent a lot of money greasing palms just to get this opportunity. If you lot aren't feeling any healthier, doesn't it seem like I wasted all that dosh for nothing?
Besides, it's not like there's anything else to do here except get better.

Sickly Soldier : Heh, you're right about that, sir.
This arm's been no good for a while, but you've already helped me a lot.
If I ever lose both my arms, well, at least I can still carry a weapon into battle with my teeth.

Harold : What use is a soldier with no arms?
There's no need to show off. You lads just need to remember that you're here to—

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

"Trilby Asher" : Allow me to remind you once more, My Lord.
You have a duty you are obligated to carry out. Do not fail Her Grace
This is not a sightseeing trip.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

Slippery Soldier : Hey, boss?
You finally gone senile?

Harold : ......
I'm not the same as you simpletons who care nothing for your health.
When you've gone senile, I'm still going to be fit as a fiddle.

Slippery Soldier : Hey, we might not even get to live that long.

Harold : ......
*sigh*
Forget it.
For the sake of my retirement, this old fogey's willing to go all in.

Slippery Soldier : What are you talking about?
I don't think a hoity-toity lord like you throwing your money around is going to fit in well with the locals, honestly.

Harold : But nobody's going to turn down a sumptuous banquet.
You go on and play your cards.

[Harold leaves the barracks. ]

Slippery Soldier : Sure you're not just looking for an excuse to drop a crappy hand?
Let me see...
Four Jacks, not great, not terrible.

<Background 3>

Acrtosz : Hah! Now that hits the spot!
Enciodes sent it over specially, said it would be given out at the bonfire banquet the night before the ceremony. That uh, what was it called again...?

Gulo : "Karlan Manor's Snow Realm Spring", Sir!
They've been talking about it on television every day, enough times that I've memorized it.

Acrtosz : Pah, it's all just claptrap for the masses!
I will say that this drink is exquisite. Very robust. I dare say it's the one good thing Enciodes has done.
However! It hardly holds a candle to our very own aged Paleroche akavit!

Gulo : Should we keep drinking this stuff, Sir?
Counting what we got from the Browntails, there's still three other drinks to try.

Acrtosz : Of course we'll keep drinking it! If we don't try for ourselves then how will we know which is the best?
Since the Saintess has bestowed the privilege of organizing the banquet on Clan Paleroche, this is of course one of my duties.
Drink is our top priority! I must pick Kjerag's best spirits for this banquet! I cannot let the Saintess down!
Alright, go, get the rest of the booze up here for a taste test!

Gulo : Yes, Sir!
Guards, with me! Let's carry up those drinks!

<Background fades out and in>

Guard? : General, I have a question.

Gulo : Go ahead.

Guard? : Although the Patriarch did say that this is all preparation for the ceremony just now, isn't this way too much booze?
The boys are totally worn out.

Gulo : You're thinking too much. Completing Kjeragandr's statue is more important than any amount of booze.
Ask the men to bear with it for a while longer. When everything's settled, I'll treat you all to a fine meal.

Guard? : Alright then.

Guard? : (The Paleroches could stand to be a bit more attentive.)
(I didn't think infiltrating them would be this easy.)
(Their former patriarch's already brought Rosalind over.)
(Next, I need to check what exactly Clan Paleroche has up its sleeve.)
(Moreover—All this booze... Based off of Arctosz's attitude, is it really all for the banquet?)
(Yet another trail to follow.)

Gulo : What's with all the lollygagging? Come over and help out already.

Guard? : Yes, sir!

[Gulo walks off. ]

Guard? : (But if the Paleroches truly are keeping some terrible secret, Rosalind must surely be involved as well.)
(Finding her has become a priority.)

<Background 4>

Elder Devotee : We have arrived.

Leto : Is this your house?
These rooms are pretty big. Are you one of those low-key rich guys? You don't look it.

Elder Devotee : Hardly. This is merely some family property.
Ahem. Look here, young lady.
This house is built right into the mountain. When you begin your climb tomorrow, you can use the shortcut behind it.

Leto : Got it.
Thanks a lot, batyushka.

Elder Devotee : ......
I should apologize to you first.

Leto : Eh? But why though?

Elder Devotee : I invited you here out of my own selfish desire.
By Kjeragandr, I should not have hidden this from you.

Leto : Why are you all serious all of a sudden?
I can handle it. Just lay it on me.

Elder Devotee : Oh, child...
There is someone I would like you to meet.
He...

Gulo : Master?!

Elder Devotee : ......

Leto : There's a real big guy yelling for you over there, batyushka.
He your son?

Elder Devotee : He's certainly no son of mine.
Give me a moment, young lady.

<Background fades out and in>

Gulo : What are you doing back, Sir?!

Elder Devotee : Am I not allowed back?

Gulo : That's not what I mean!
It's just... *sigh* It's not a great time for you to be here...

Elder Devotee : Great time or not, you're in no place to speak of such things!
How is Arctosz?

Gulo : He... Sir Arctosz, he...

Elder Devotee : Out with it already! Speak clearly!

Gulo : Yes, sir!
Sir Arctosz is currently making preparations for the bonfire banquet!

Elder Devotee : Don't just give me the good news! What else?!

Gulo : He's personally checking all the drinks for tomorrow. Right now, he's sampling those from the other regions...

Elder Devotee : Rotten boy...!
He said he would give up drinking last month, and now this? Ridiculous!
If he keeps flip-flopping, how is anyone supposed to trust a word out of his mouth?!

Gulo : The patriarch is doing this all for the sake of politics. He's fully dedicated to the Saintess...

Elder Devotee : Pfah! Sounds like excuses to me!

Gulo : Haha... Oh, by the way. Who's the girl?

Elder Devotee : How rude, Gulo!
This young lady is Rosalind, my guest.

Gulo : Welcome, Madam Rosalind.
......
(Master, who is Madam Rosalind really?)
(It might just be me, but she looks a bit like Sir Arc—)

Elder Devotee : (Shh!)
(I'm not certain of anything yet. Don't ask too many questions just now.)
Gulo, bring the young lady inside first.
And then... Wherever that oaf Arctosz is, take her to him.
And don't forget to tell your minions to prepare a room and meal for her. Treat her well, or else.

Gulo : Yes, Sir!

<Background fades out and in>

Elder Devotee : Sorry to keep you waiting.

Leto : No biggie.
You guys finished chatting?
What was it you were going to tell me before that big guy came over?
Someone you wanted me to meet, right?

Elder Devotee : The man that I wish for you to meet is inside the house.
Follow this one inside first. Your meeting with this man will make everything clear.

Leto : Alright.
What about you, batyushka? Not coming with?

Elder Devotee : We will meet again soon, child.
Very soon...

<Background fades out and in>

Gulo : Please, come with me, Madam Rosalind.

Leto : Alright...
Hey, bratan, your name is Gulo, right?
What were you chatting with the old man about?

Gulo : ......

Leto : Something you can't tell me?

Gulo : ......

Leto : C'mon, bratan, say something.

Gulo : (*making an X with his fingers*)

Leto : You really can't say?

Gulo : (*yet another X, followed by a constant barrage of Xs*)

Leto : Urgh... Fine, I'll stop bothering you about it.
Anyway, as soon as I meet this guy, I'll know, right? I'm also real curious as to why you two keep staring at my face.
What, is it 'cause I look like someone, or does someone look like me?
Nah, can't be, the way the old man talked about the guy he wants me to meet, it's like—

Gulo : That—It's not—Well, no...!

Leto : Alright, calm down, a guy like you couldn't lie your way out of a finbowl.
Well, I'm not lying, you guys were stealing some real strange glances earlier.
If you're up to some funny business, it's gonna come down to my fists.

Gulo : —!

Leto : Weren't we going inside? C'mon already.

[Leto walks inside the house first. ]

Gulo : Ah! Madam Rosalind!

[Gulo chases after her. ]

<Background 3>

Gulo : Sir Arctosz, Master has brought us a guest... Sir?!

Arctosz : Wahahaha! This is a fine drink, incredibly fine!
Come, finish this glass with me!
Hahaha!

Leto : ......
This is the guy the old man wanted me to meet?
A... bearded drunk?

Arctosz : Eh?
What's this girl babbling about?!
I am Arctosz, Patriarch of the Paleroche Clan. How could I possibly get drunk on a sip of wine?!

Leto : Hah.
All the drunks say stuff like that.
And here I thought... Nah, couldn't be, my papa would definitely be way cooler.

Arctosz : You're Father's guest, *hic* so I won't argue with you.
Still...
Come a bit closer, girl. Let me have a proper look.

Leto : Wha—What the hell are you trying to pull?!

Arctosz : I... I feel like your face is sort of familiar...

[Arctosz pauses. ]

Arctosz : You're...

<Background 5>

[An old door creaks open. ]

Elder Devotee : *cough*, *cough*...
......

「The old man steps inside, disturbing a thick layer of dust.
The door barely hangs on its hinges, and the floor creaks with every step.
Under his orders, the room has not welcomed a single guest in a very, very long time.
With no residents, and no custodians, this forgotten room has fallen apart with age. 」

Elder Devotee : Where did I put it?
I think it was...
...Ah, good, here it is.

「The old man fiddles with the latch of a cabinet in the corner, removing something from within.
It's a plain, unadorned rock, every edge painstakingly polished smooth until it was perfectly round.
Upon the rock is carved a blessing of Kjeragandr.
The old man grasps the rock in the palm of his hand. 」

Elder Devotee : Thank goodness...
I kept it, even as I never expected this day to come.
Rosalind has grown up well, Tatyana...

「The old man remembers. That day was also a winter's day.
It was through this very window that he had watched that sad, silent parting.
He had seen that young, foreign, faultless woman, with her anger and disappointment that could light snow aflame, leave.
He had seen that young, confused child carried in her mother's arms, unable to understand the reason behind her mother's furious face.
He had watched them for what felt like centuries.
Watched them until their backs faded into the bitter white winds. 」

Elder Devotee : So many years, and with so much time passed.
I had planned to give this to Rosalind, but I never expected...
Arctosz did not want to see you two bear the blame, and so I locked this room, and told him that he must not speak in your stead.
And then it was I, for the sake of Clan Paleroche, who exiled you and yours.
If there is anyone to blame, Tatyana, then blame me.
Now, the Paleroche clan is in Arctosz's hands.
Kjerag too, is not as she once was.
I pledged to live the rest of my days as a simple devotee, so that as long as I lived, I would keep the road ahead clear for Kjeragandr.
If only it had been like this...
......
I must be truly old now, daydreaming like that.
By Kjeragandr.
By Kjeragandr...

After operation

Summary

The Viscount asks Weiss to pass Enciodes a message, inviting him and the Saintess to a banquet. The drunken pair of Leto and Arctosz wreak havoc, as if father and daughter.

<Background 6>

[There is a knock at the door. ]

Weiss : Sir, it's me.

Enciodes : Come in.

[Weiss walks into the room with a worried expression. ]

Enciodes : What is it?

Weiss : Viscount Harold tasked me with delivering this letter to you.

Enciodes : The Viscount?
It seems like he really was quite aware of you shadowing him to his barracks on my orders.

Weiss : The blame is mine for getting found out. Will this affect anything, Sir?

Enciodes : It will not. You may continue.
How did he find you?

Weiss : Yes, Sir!
That afternoon...

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 7>

[Weiss activates his recorder. ]

Weiss : It is currently five in the afternoon. Now recording today's situation.
Things today are not much different from past recordings.
The infected barracks' soldiers regularly perform drills in the mountains nearby.
Well, I say drills, but it's mostly them trying to stave off boredom.
The uninfected soldiers, on the other hand, have more freedom of movement.
Thanks to this, they get up to all sorts of things. It's a bit of a pain to—Scratch that. Based on previous investigations, most of them simply drink and get rowdy at the taverns at the foot of the mountain.
There are still four people keeping watch at the camp. Three are playing cards, while one is sleeping.
After the one who was sleeping woke up, one of the other three left. He seemed to be quite happy as he was walking away.
If it's to visit the Turiels, I'd say he's taken a fancy to their daughter.
......

[Weiss pauses his recorder. ]

Weiss : These Victorians have been here for nearly a month.
Even though I volunteered myself to scout in the first place, the more I watch them the more I wonder if there is even any point in monitoring them.
They really do look like they're just here for sightseeing.
Ah, right.

[Weiss reactivates his recorder. ]

Weiss : It looked like Viscount Harold had returned to camp and started playing cards with the soldiers, but he is now nowhere to be seen...

Harold : You know, a kindhearted old man like me would call it a pity that you're out here alone on a mountain, Mr. Weiss.
Which is why I brought along a drink for you.

Weiss : ...?!

Harold : No need to worry, old chap.
Watching us every day must be a right chore.
I get it, though. After all, there's a bunch of foreign troops stationed here. I'd be worried too. And so your Sir Enciodes can't help but have a little disdain for us Victorians.
Go on, take a sip already. It'll warm you up.

Weiss : ......

[Weiss pauses his recorder and stands up. ]

Weiss : Sorry, I'm not great with alcohol.

Harold : Is that so? What a pity. I didn't have much taste for booze either, when I was younger. Felt like I could do just about anything sober.
Ah, but now I finally understand why drink enchants people so.

Weiss : Please tell me, Lord Viscount. What exactly will you do, now that you've found me?

Harold : I was simply hoping you could assist me in a small matter, Mr. Weiss.
Be a sport and pass this letter along to Enciodes, if you would.

Weiss : Alright. I'll do that.

Harold : Eh? Not going to ask why?

Weiss : You've already found me out. I couldn't quite hide myself from your keen eyes.
And pointing it out to me so bluntly speaks volumes about your attitude on the matter.
I'll inform my master about that, alongside this letter.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 6>

Weiss : Forgive me, Sir. If only I had trained my scouting a bit more...

Enciodes : There is naught to forgive. No matter what they say, in the end they are still Victorian soldiers.
There is an objective gap between our capabilities and theirs.
It is enough that you perform your work at your own pace.

Weiss : Understood.

Enciodes : Moreover, it is as you said. That he wished to use you to convey this to me is telling about his attitude.
You have observed their barracks for nearly a month now.
Tell me what you think of them, Weiss.

Weiss : Yes, Sir.
Before the Victorian Army even set foot inside Turicum, we had already prepared extensively, just in case.
But we never actually used any of our contingencies.
They rushed in, as if tomorrow they would occupy all of Kjerag.
But as we braced for impact, we ended up in this situation. They mostly stay at the foot of the mountain, with minimal activity.
That viscount...
He deliberately set up camp far from any major towns or cities, so as to minimize disturbances to the locals.
Their barracks are split up into camps for the Infected and uninfected. They've even put up a notice to inform visitors.
According to some intelligence I dug up, He has even ordered his men to help the locals with their daily tasks.
How should I put this...? He truly respects his men, and he also respects us Kjerags.
And so I think he's worthy of our respect too.
Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked Matterhorn to pass them medicine and supplies.

「Weiss stops speaking, his report complete, but Enciodes does not respond.
The rhythmic sound of Enciodes's index finger slowly tapping at the armrest of his chair clearly echoes throughout the room, like water slowly but firmly dripping from the eaves. 」

Enciodes : This letter. What do you make of it?

Weiss : Ultimately, they have infringed on our borders in the name of Victoria. And now, they have used me as the means to pass you this letter.
I believe this was intended as both a rap across the knuckles and a warning.
Could it be... that after all this, they can't actually contain themselves?

[Enciodes unfolds the letter. ]

Enciodes : ......
You've always been fond of taking the negative tack, Weiss.

Weiss : Apologies, sir.

Enciodes : No, this is one of your strengths.
You are correct. He deliberately sought you out, so as to reveal his strength.
But at the same time, it is unlikely he would not know that you are my attendant.
A man of his position could approach me directly and to inform me of the contents of this letter.
But he used you to pass it to me instead.
Do you feel like that is etiquette befitting a noble?

Weiss : And... it's a very humble gesture.
He is a strange man.

Enciodes : He represents the will of a Victorian Duke, but that does not mean—
That every chess piece is a willing puppet.

Weiss : Sir, what exactly is the letter regarding?

「Enciodes does not reply, merely placing the piece of paper within the envelope atop the table and sliding it towards Weiss. 」

Weiss : It's... an invitation?

Enciodes : An invitation for me, alongside our Saintess, to take part in a dinner party he's arranged.

Weiss : You and Lady Enya...
Surely he doesn't...? No, it couldn't be. If he really did sense something amiss, he wouldn't go about it in such a friendly manner.

Enciodes : ......
Find Matterhorn, and ask him to take one of the finest bottles from our distillery's storehouse.
Ah. On second thought, Weiss.

Weiss : Sir...?

Enciodes : No need to go to the distillery. Come with me to the Silverash wine cellar. I will fetch the drink personally.

Weiss : You mean, the old manor's cellar?
There may be wine there, but...

Enciodes : You need only do as I ask.
He has already revealed his sincerity to us. And so, it is my turn to do the same.

<Background 3>

Elder Devotee : What in Kjeragandr's name is going on...?

[Leto and Arctosz clink glasses. ]

Leto : I'm telling you, we Ursus can drink way more than this any day!
Come visit sometime! It'll be my treat!

Arctosz : Hahaha! Very well! It's a deal!
Drink! Come, drink more!

[The two Ursus clink glasses again and down their drink. ]

Arctosz : Now that's some fine wine!

Leto : Nonono, it's not wine, it's honey!
Man, Kjerag's own local highland honey... *hic* This flavor sure is something else.
It's your lucky day, because I brought a few bottles of my own on the train!

Arctosz : Ah, honey! How very sobe... *hic* sobering!
This flavor is great, stupendous! I, Arctosz, do decree it so! Come, down it!

[Arctosz grabs his father's arm by mistake. ]

Elder Devotee : —?!

Arctosz : Eh? Girl, why'd you turn all wrinkly?

Leto : Hahaha! Buddy, you've got the wrong guy! I'm over here!

[The old devote wrests himself away from Acrtosz. ]

Elder Devotee : Let go... Useless son of mine, let go I say!

Arctosz : Hey, kid, how come you're so strong all of a suddenly? Don't tell me you don't like my drinks?
......
Well that's no good! Wait here, I'll go get the best, bestest spirits!
Just you wait!

[Arctosz hobbles off. ]

Leto : Hey, buddy—
I already told you, you got the wrong guy!

Elder Devotee : You... You two...
Gulo! GULO!

Gulo : I'm here, Master!

Elder Devotee : What is the meaning of this?!

Gulo : Sir had drank a bit too much, and once he saw Madam Rosalind, he invited her to drink with him.
I... I wasn't able to stop them!

Elder Devotee : Actosz, you besotted oaf!
When he looked at Rosalind, did he—did he really not come to any realizations?!

Gulo : Not exactly.

Elder Devotee : Well, what then?! Spit it out already!

Gulo : When he saw Rosalind, Sir said that she looked a bit familiar.
But I think he might have been too drunk. We waited here a good while, and he didn't say another word about it. Not a peep.

Elder Devotee : And then?!

Gulo : And then Madam Rosalind thought of something to lighten the mood. She got out some honey drinks she brought with her and gave some to Sir to try...
And then, well... Here we are.

Elder Devotee : ......
How did Arctosz get this far without learning how to handle honey drunkenness?

Gulo : It's his nature, I'm afraid. I don't think he could handle it, even if he tried.
To be honest, he might have inherited it from you, Master...

Elder Devotee : (Glare)

Gulo : *cough* *cough*
What should we do now?

Elder Devotee : What should we do? You're asking me what we should do?
Wait until Arctosz has sobered up. Once he has a clearer head, even he cannot deny the things that us two have noticed.
When I see Rosalind, I see Arctosz when he was her age.

Gulo : I remember. He didn't have his beard back then.

Elder Devotee : Pah, he was just afraid of not looking reliable enough. It's a ploy!
If he had really been reliable back then, it would never had come to this...

Leto : Batyushka, you're finally here!
Who wasn't reliable? What back then? What're you guys talking about?

Elder Devotee : Ah, nothing, just some reminiscing...

Leto : Hmph, another secret you're keeping.
All right then, keep your secrets.
Here, batyushka. This is for you.
I saved you one last bottle of honey. Let's drink!

Elder Devotee : ...Very well.

<Background fades out and in>

Guard? : (Doesn't sound like there'll be any trouble from them.)
(Sure looks like a family reunion or something to me.)
(No, I can't rule out the possibility of them exchanging information via codewords.)
(I still need to watch them carefully.)

Elder Devotee : You, why are you loafing around over there?

Guard? : Ah, Master. A new delivery of drink has just arrived, and I need men to help me bring it all in.

Elder Devotee : You may go, young Gulo.

Gulo : Yes, Master!
Uh, I'll go on ahead first then?

Elder Devotee : Yes, just go already. I'll make sure these two don't get up to further trouble.
*sigh*...

<Background fades out>

Arctosz : I brought more drink!

Leto : Wait, this much?
Hahaha! Did you empty the entire cellar or something, my man?

Arctosz : The people of Kjerag are never stingy when treating their guests!
After gifting me your honey, it's only natural that I share something of mine. I wouldn't want a girl like you thinking I wasn't generous.
Try this one on for size!
Since you have such fine taste, I've grabbed the rarest drink in my collection. I wouldn't even bring it out for the banquet tomorrow!

Leto : "Snow Realm Spring"? The year's on the label too. Ooh, this looks familiar. I think I've seen this brand in the Doctor's office...
Ah, whatever, time to drink up!

[Leto takes a few gulps. ]

Leto : Hah—!
This stuff is great!
It's got a tingle, but it sure goes down easy; refreshing, yet not pungent... Yep, very fine!

Arctosz : Hahaha! You sound just like one of those fancy sommeliers!
At the time, it was awful hard to get this drink.
I had to grease a few palms and hide them behind my father's back to get my hands on this batch.

Elder Devotee : ......

Leto : Why'd you have to keep it a secret?
What, did your dad not let you drink or something?

Arctosz : No, nothing of the sort. Us men of Kjerag have been drinking since we were in diapers, unlike those Victorians who fall over after a single drop! Hahaha!
Ah, but this... Back then, it was considered taboo, especially for us Paleroches...
But those times are long gone. Things have changed.
Pah! What use is talking about it now?!
Come! Have a sip.

Leto : Woah!

Arctosz : This bottle might be even better than the last. If it wasn't for the fact that we were such kindred spirits, I wouldn't give it to you, even if you beat me to death over it!
Gotta sample it nice and slow! Real *hic* slow!

Leto : Look, you got it wrong again, boss. I'm over here, that there's a pillar!
Let me give it a try... Hey, why's this sour?

Arctosz : Sour?! How dare you!
......
This really is sour... But why?

Elder Devotee : It aged well at first, but you have to take into account how it was stored.
Our storage methods back then were not as sophisticated as today, and after so long...
There would always be a batch or two that went bad.

Arctosz : Went bad...?
I'd planned to give this out at the wedding reception and ask that everyone drink their fill.
I'd thought... I'd thought I might share a glass of this with her...
I...

<Background 3>

Elder Devotee : You're drunk, Arctosz.
That's enough for now.

Arctosz : I'm not drunk! I'm... I'm not...
......

Leto : Hmph.
C'mon, give me that bottle!

「The girl takes the slightly sour, aged spirit from Arctosz's hand.
She turns up her head, and without the slightest bit of hesitation, raises the bottle and pours the liquid straight down her throat, taking in its varied astringent notes. 」

Leto : Hah—!
And that's that problem solved. It was a little off, but overall, still a pretty good drink!
If you want my expert opinion, I'd say you could really grow to love that aftertaste.

Elder Devotee : Young lady, you—! Have you gone mad?!
Quick, somebody call a doctor—!

Leto : Nah, I'm good.

Arctosz : You're good?!
It'd long since gone bad, and you still drank it? Haven't you ever heard of food poisoning?!

Leto : I'm fine. Really.
I've eaten rotten bread and drank foul water out of the gutter before.
Compared to that, what's this drink gonna do to me?

Elder Devotee : Huh?

Arctosz : Out of the gutter...?
Why would you even do such things, girl?!

Leto : I'd rather not talk about those times right now.
But anyway, what I'm trying to say is, I might not really get what the whole deal is here, but I can feel it out.
You said this drink was pretty important, right, boss?

Arctosz : ......

Leto : I'll take that as a yes.
Something as rare as that getting spilled away just because it's gone a little off sure would be sad, don't you think?

Arctosz : Listen...

Leto : Oh, c'mon, don't give me that face. It could work for you if you were more handsome, but you'd have to lose the beard first.
Hey! Whare aren't we drinking?
Whatever boozy treasures are left, serve 'em up!
Today, the three of us—we're drinking until we drop!

<Background 8>

Harold : You're sure?

Slippery Soldier : I'm sure.

Harold : Hmph.
This might be an issue.
You know, lad, you usually come full of ideas, but you're a right mute here.

Slippery Soldier : Can't blame me for that one, boss.
When a lord like you suddenly wants to throw a banquet, just freeing up the space for it took our men no small amount of effort.

Harold : It's simply for hosting two foreign dignitaries. Although it's still a bit off for that purpose.

Slippery Soldier : *sigh* I understand.
We've invited a chef from a local restaurant to come and cook, and thanks to us and the locals being so buddy-buddy, we've also managed to get some top-quality ingredients to go with.
We're still stumped on drinks, though.
These three bottles of "Snow Realm Spring 1095" were the best we could get from hereabouts.

[Harold pours himself a glass and takes a sip. ]

Harold : This one... Mouthfeel is pleasant enough, and the aroma is suitably complex.
However, the layering's a little bit weak, and this acridity is somewhat unbalanced.
It would be fine to offer to someone the same rank as me, but for our guests at this banquet... it's far from appropriate.

Slippery Soldier : It's only at times like these that your nobility shows, milord.

Harold : Well, I do have to work rather hard at it.

Slippery Soldier : Enough already, we all know you're just a boozer who gave yourself the excuse that you're handling the lords and ladies.

Harold : Alright, enough lip out of you, go back and help out or something. I'll think over everything else that's left.

Slippery Soldier : Boss, we've been here a whole month, and we've seen that the Kjerags, they really love their Saintess, and this Enciodes guy too.
I know you keep saying we're just here as tourists.

Harold : What is it you think I'm up to? If I really want to do something, I would tell you to get that ambush sorted before all this.

Slippery Soldier : That's what you said, sure, but don't expect the boys to come save your hide if something comes up.

Harold : Oh, don't be such a worrywart. It's bad luck.

[The soldier leaves. ]

Harold : ......
If I had known sooner, I would have asked the missus to pack that rare red wine we've got in the house.
...*sigh*.

[The doors open and Enciodes enters the room. ]

Enciodes : Whyever are you sighing, My Lord?

Harold : Ah, Sir Enciodes...
Haha, well, you've caught me in something of a pickle. I'm the one organizing this banquet, but I can't quite find a drink fit for two illustrious guests such as you.
While worrying over that, I recalled a fine vintage in my collection back home, and it gave me a twinge of homesickness.

Enciodes : I'm afraid I don't know where exactly you are a viscount of—

Harold : County Barre.

Enciodes : If I recall correctly, County Barre is not far from Toron.

Harold : Indeed! They tend to follow the same trails, have done so for quite a while now.

Enciodes : If that is the case, then you and I were fated to meet, Lord Viscount. I lived in Toron for a time.

Harold : That's right, I feel like we might have met at some banquet or the other, back in the day.
If only we had recalled this forgotten connection of ours sooner, Sir Enciodes, we wouldn't have had to be at each other's throats.

Enciodes : Indeed.
If I had known that you were such an interesting man, I think we would have made fast friends, My Lord.
I have met with many a noble here in Kjerag, but I believe that you might be the first to get homesick at the thought of some wine.
Would it be remiss for me to assume that My Lord is a family man?

Harold : Hahahah, if my daughter heard those words, she would most likely die from laughter.
In her eyes, I'm the most worthless father across all the lands.

Enciodes : Relations always have a different view of things to outsiders.

Harold : You're right. Every family has its own issues.

Enciodes : I'm afraid that I have no solution to your longing for County Barre, but I do have the means to make you feel at home here.

Harold : Oh?

[Enciodes snaps his fingers, and Matterhorn quickly shows up at his side. ]

Matterhorn : My Lord, please accept this as a token of my master's regard.

[Matterhorn presents a vintage bottle to the viscount. ]

Harold : This is... "Snow Realm Spring"... "1072"?
I had heard that other than the "Snow Realm Spring" batch that started distilling in the 90s, there were even rarer bottles from a batch from the 70s.
You're saying this is the real deal?!

Enciodes : Kjerag's first distillery was established under my father's auspice, but after his passing in an unfortunate accident, its output too essentially stopped.
I revived it after the founding of Karlan Trade.
Thanks to our outdated aging techniques, most of the stuff from the 70s is completely undrinkable these days, but a few bottles from that era still survive.
They were labelled as 1070s, and what few existed were kept in the Silverash clan cellars.
What you see before you is from that collection.

Harold : Wow... Just from that hint of fragrance coming from the mouth of that bottle, I can already tell that it'll drive Victoria's greatest sommeliers wild.
This is a mighty fine drink.
If I drank any of this, forget about feeling at home, I'd want to stay in Kjerag for another three years.

Enciodes : If that is ever your desire, then of course we will welcome you with open arms.

Harold : Not scared of a Victorian soldier, Sir Enciodes?

Enciodes : If every Victorian soldier is as reasonable a man as you, what have I to fear?

Harold : I'm afraid you might have some misunderstandings about me, good sir.

Enciodes : Then it is natural for me to wish to clear up those misunderstandings. Come, let us sit and discuss them.

Harold : Ah, well... the Saintess hasn't arrived yet, so should we really be sitting?

Enciodes : The Great Saintess is quite occupied with various affairs at the moment. There is no need to trouble her over this.

Harold : Uh...

[Just then, the doors open again, and the Saintess enters the room. ]

Enya : It is as he says. Were I not here, there would be nothing wrong with the two of you sitting down to a chat.
It would have to clear my approval in the end anyhow.
Is that not right, Sir Enciodes?

Harold : Great Saintess, I'm honored that you have deigned to grace this banquet with your presence.

Enya : It has been quite some time since you first set foot in Kjerag, Lord Viscount.
In that time, I've heard of the goodwill that you have shown Kjerag, and I had plans myself to reach out to you for our own little chat.
Today is as good an opportunity as any other.

Enciodes : It has been a while, Saintess.

Harold : Sir Enciodes... You still have not answered my question.

Enciodes : The Saintess is correct.
It's just that you are the spiritual leader of all Kjerag's people, after all.
Every day, you must hear the hopes and prayers of supplicants, and keep their faith in Kjeragandr in their hearts.
Nowadays all the nations of Terra have heard tell of Her, and one by one they set their eyes on Her. This too, is yet another matter that occupies your attention.
There is no need for you to personally attend to the mundane matters of the nation.

Enya : You tell a good joke, Sir Enciodes.
The reason why Kjeragandr attracts more and more attention from the outside world is in fact because we take note of our people's hopes and prayers, and that we work towards a better life for all of them.
And that being the case, it means that there is no such thing as a mundane matter of the nation.
It need only be a matter of concern to the people to be a matter of concern to me.
I am sure that you would understand this simple reasoning of mine, right, Sir Enciodes?

Enciodes : I understand this point. As a good friend of mine once counselled me, whether in family matters or matters of state, if you try to grasp everything at play, it will often times not go as you planned.

Enya : And as a good friend once counselled me, whether in family matters or matters of state, even if you cannot attend to everything personally, you must see things through your own eyes and do things with your own hands at least once.
Do you hold family matters in your heart, Sir Enciodes, or matters of state?

Enciodes : What is it that you wish to see, Great Saintess? What is it that you wish to do?

Enya : ......

Enciodes : ......

Harold : ......
Ah, Great Saintess, just before you arrived, Sir Enciodes gifted me a bottle of liquor.

Enya : Oh?

Harold : "Snow Realm Spring 1072"

Enya : ......

Harold : A drink so fine, its only flaw is that it will upstage the main dish.

Enciodes : It is my gift to you. Are you afraid that it might steal your thunder as our host?

Harold : Hardly, hardly.
While I am the host, I can't really call myself the lord of this place, can I?
I would say that the Saintess herself would be considered the star of the evening.

Enciodes : It seems I have overstepped my bounds.

Harold : If I may, Saintess, I have a proposal.

Enya : Go ahead.

Harold : I think we should use this bottle of 1072 as the drink for tonight's meal.
What do you think?

Enya : What say you, Sir Enciodes?

Enciodes : ...In 1072, when our father placed these bottles into our cellar, he believed that Kjerag's spring was just around the corner.
But even after waiting for more than twenty years, our spring has still not yet truly arrived.
Now, if this bottle were a signal for the opportunity before us, that would truly be a wonderful thing.

Enya : Eloquent as ever, Sir Enciodes.
Now that matter's settled, Kjarr.

Kjarr : Yes, Saintess?

Enya : Take this bottle to the kitchen, if you would.

Kjarr : At once, Saintess.

Enya : Is that to your satisfaction, My Lord?

Harold : Well, since our two guests of honor have arrived... Let's get this banquet started.
Please, have a seat.

RS-ST-2: Mountain Railway

Summary

During a banquet, the Saintess and Enciodes exchange sharp words, but still come to find crucial common ground. Afterwards, the regret-filled Viscount confides his true feelings to Degenbrecher. Three old friends chat away in the lobby of Karlan Trade headquarters.

<Background 1>

Slippery Soldier : I'm back.

Seasoned Soldier : ......

Slippery Soldier : Lisburn, what are you standing around for?

Seasoned Soldier : Nothing.

Slippery Soldier : Oh yeah, I remember now. Old Turiels' daughter was cooking in the back kitchen, so you wanted some excuse to slip on over.
Look at you, acting like you're doing us a great service.

Seasoned Soldier : She used to work as a chef in a nearby restaurant, so it makes plenty of sense to bring her onboard.

Slippery Soldier : Whatever. More importantly, why's the food not ready yet?
Hey boss, how come the food hasn't been served yet?

Server : Sorry about that.
The main reason is that we're a bit overloaded right now. Even though we've upped the kitchen staff, it's still not enough to handle the workload.

Seasoned Soldier : In that case, I don't mind lending a hand!

Kjarr : There's no need.

Slippery Soldier : Who are you...?

Kjarr : I am chief maid to the Saintess, Kjarr. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Slippery Soldier : Hah, we're just a bunch of lowly soldiers. No need for the formalities.

Kjarr : Lia?

Servant : Yes, Madam?

Kjarr : Split the accompanying servants into teams and have them take turns helping in the kitchen.
Make sure the banquet proceeds smoothly.

Servant : Understood.

Seasoned Soldier : But... we couldn't possibly have you–

Kjarr : There's no need to worry, sir.
Though this banquet is hosted by the Lord Viscount, this land is still Kjerag, and you are all esteemed guests in the eyes of the Saintess.
As the Lord Viscount was gracious enough to extend an invitation to the Saintess, it is only natural that we servants lend our assistance as well.
Additionally... Pardon me if this may sound offensive, but it would be out of place for those whose hands wield weapons to carry plates.

Seasoned Soldier : Ngh...

Slippery Soldier : Calm down, Lisburn. The maid's right. We'd probably end up breaking a whole bunch of crockery if we tried to help.

Seasoned Soldier : ...I know.
But, if there's any physical labor that needs doing, you just give us a holler, alright?

Kjarr : Oh, come to think of it, the kitchen could use some extra hands to help them carry some groceries. I'm not sure if...

Seasoned Soldier : I'm on my way!

[Lisburn enthusiastically runs off. ]

Slippery Soldier : Thanks, Madam.

Kjarr : My pleasure.
Now that things are settled here, I won't further disturb your enjoyment of the banquet.

<Background fades out and in>

[The food finally arrives and the guests chatter as they enjoy the meal. ]

Servant : ...I'm back.

Kjarr : Lia, I have one more favor to ask of you. Can you see if the kitchen has these items? If they do, I'd like them to make one additional dish.
I'd like... a fruit and cheese wrap.

Servant : Pulling out the old home cooking?
But the Saintess normally doesn't touch that stuff.

Kjarr : Now, now. Just listen to me.

[Kjarr points towards the door, where several well-dressed men and women are entering the dining hall. ]

Kjarr : Karlan Trade's employees seem to be arriving one after another.

Servant : That's right. The viscount invited not only the Saintess and Master Enciodes, but also the elders of the Vine-Bead Court as well as the employees of Karlan Trade.
As extravagant as one would expect of a Victorian viscount.
The man's not all show either. He even invited Turiels, head chef of the Burdenpeak Hotel.
His foul temper isn't something that can be bought with money.

Kjarr : It goes to show how well they've gotten on with our people during the month they've been in Kjerag.
Hmm?

<Background swipes right>

Sickly Soldier : Chug! Chug!

Karlan Trade Employee : *hic*... Chug, chug!

[The employee gulps down his drink... ]

Karlan Trade Employee : *braaaaap*...

[...before proceeding to pass out. ]

Sickly Soldier : Not bad, not bad! You mountain folk sure know how to hold your booze!
But you still can't out-drink me! Heh... hehe.
Who's up next?

<Background fades out and in>

Servant : Urgh. Those men can get sloshed, even in a place like this?
Not to mention, quite a few have already ended up under the table.
Kjarr, what should we do?

Kjarr : Well...
Getting on well is certainly a wonderful thing, but getting on too well can be problematic.
This sort of thing, however, ends up being a headache for certain other people.

<Background fades out and in>

Valais : Gnosis, the Tschäggättä are in position.
I have them patrolling the front and rear entrances to prevent anyone from sneaking inside the venue.

Gnosis : No need to be nervous.
Valais, send one team to go help in the kitchen.

Valais : Understood.

[Valais walks away. ]

Gnosis : Care for a drink? If you dare, that is.

Sickly Soldier : Th-This is some crazy strong stuff. We seriously doing this?

Gnosis : As I said, up to you.

Sickly Soldier : Haha, you got me. You've got guts, I'll give you that. Cheers!

[The two drink together. ]

Gnosis : Pour me another glass.

Sickly Soldier : On it!

[The two drink a second glass. ]

Sickly Soldier : You're... not bad...

[The solider collapses in defeat. ]

Gnosis : Do we have a hangover remedy?

Kjarr : Lia.

Servant : Right here.

Gnosis : Good.

[Gnosis drinks the remedy. ]

Karlan Trade Employee : Huh? D-Director?

Gnosis : Enjoy your nap?

Karlan Trade Employee : Uh, y-yes!
That one soldier with a stomach of iron... You managed to drink him under the table?!

Gnosis : Yep.

Karlan Trade Employee : That's crazy...

Gnosis : Lay off the alcohol for the rest of the day. Go rest.

Karlan Trade Employee : Th-Thank you very much.

Gnosis : ......

Kjera : Color me surprised. I didn't expect Karlan Trade's CTO to be such a good drinker.
I can hardly tell from your face that you just downed two bottles of strong liquor.

Gnosis : Just some useless tricks I picked up when I was younger.

Kjera : Did you frequently attend such occasions in your youth?

Gnosis : Don't worry about it.
The banquet will start soon, and I'll have Karlan Trade's employees help move things along.

Kjera : You're not going to join in the conversation, Master Gnosis?

Gnosis : ......
Not at the moment.
It's their time now.

<Background fades out and in>

Enya : ......

Enciodes : ......

Harold : Umm, you two——

Enya : Why are you so taciturn today, Sir Enciodes? Is there something on your mind, or has coming to the banquet soured your mood?
Your usual quips and retorts are nowhere to be heard today.

Enciodes : I appreciate the Saintess's concern.
But, it's simply that sitting at the same table as the Saintess is a terrifying affair, and I can only hold my tongue in her presence.

Enya : I see. I did not think Sir Enciodes the pious type, but I stand corrected.

Enciodes : I dare not speak out of line.

Enya : Oh? There are things in this world that even Sir Enciodes dares not do?

Harold : Um... Haha, look how nice the weather is today. Perfect day to be holding a banquet, wouldn't you say?
Why don't you two go–

Enciodes : Given the Saintess's high praise, there are naturally many things I am afraid of.
I won't prattle on with the details, but take the ceremony for Kjeragandr's statue the day after tomorrow. For such an important occasion, all of Karlan Trade must come together as one, without a single misstep.

Enya : That being the case, I would recommend you be thorough and circumspect as well, Sir Enciodes.
The completion of Kjeragandr's statue is of utmost importance to Kjerag. Not to mention, we are in the presence of our Victorian guests who are eager to 'congratulate' us. There is no such thing as too much caution.

Enciodes : It is as you say.
The Saintess is well-versed in all things divine, and the multitude of preparations made for the ceremony are impeccable and well thought-out. In all respects, a true blessing upon Kjerag.
As for all other affairs, please rest assured that Karlan Trade will take care of the Vine-Bead Court's concerns.

Harold : Now, then. It's certainly reassuring to see the two of you so young and promising!
As a reminder, we're not only here to celebrate, but also to discuss a collaboration––

Enya : Seeing as how you're eloquent as ever, you seem to have no shortage of confidence.
You've been quite busy making a name for yourself, Sir Enciodes. Though I rarely go down the mountain, news of Karlan Trade's exploits are regularly reaching my ears.
But, please do not forget this, Sir Enciodes. For thousands of years, Kjerag has relied on hard work and pragmatism from generation to generation to develop our homeland into what it is today, not utilitarianism and reckless adventurism.

Enciodes : The Silverashes will never forget Kjeragandr's admonition of Her people.
However, the Saintess must also understand that along with the people of Kjerag's hard work and pragmatism is an indomitable adventuring spirit, and a desire to ascend the highest summits.
Perhaps a little bit of this spirit is also what we need when it comes to dealing with external developments.

Enya : I only hope that your enthusiasm does not lead you headfirst into danger.

Harold : Haha, the young truly are so full of energy. But, the Saintess is correct. Sometimes, stability is, in fact, necessary.
I invited the two of you here because I wanted to––

Enciodes : I am truly touched by the Saintess's concern.
Please rest assured that I will handle this matter, and not betray your expectations.
All things in Kjerag must inevitably answer to Kjeragandr's will.
Without sufficient faith, is it not true that I would struggle to take even a single step?

Enya : ......

Enciodes : ......

Enya : ...You're just as awful as you ever were!

Enciodes : Ditto.

Harold : Gah, you two! If you have a disagreement, talk it through like adults! Don't go and ruin the peace!
Let's move on and discuss our cooperation––

Enya : Sir Enciodes, your brain is as hard and stubborn as the purest Originium ice crystal.

Enciodes : The Saintess remains unmoving and... speaks bluntly for the first time in a long while.

Enya : I can't hold a candle to you in that regard.
But it seems that even after all these years, our great Sir Enciodes still has not learned to retain his capital.

Enciodes : To what does the Great Saintess refer?

Enya : Have your old habits not flared up again? Taking on every bit of risk with no regard for the consequences?

Enciodes : The greater the risk, the greater the reward.

Enya : I hope you won't regret your choices later on down the road.
Nobody's going to sneak money under your pillow today!

Enciodes : Indeed, that won't be happening again.
No longer will I be woken by the jingling of coins, or have to buy candies and snacks on margin and pay back thrice the amount.

Enya : I never asked you to pay me back!

Harold : Please, you two––

Enciodes & Enya : Just one moment please, Your Lordship.

Enya : ......

Enciodes : ......

Harold : *sigh*... Fine, I suppose I'll drink to myself for now...

<Background 1>

Harold : Holy Saintess, Sir Enciodes, I have no intention of involving myself in your private affairs.
But, if the Saintess has her own thoughts about Kjerag's present situation...
Then, reciprocating the Duke's offer may be the perfect option for you.

Enya : What do you mean?

Harold : Holy Saintess, might I tell you what I've found most impressive about Kjerag?

Enya : Please do.

Harold : I recall the time I paid a medical call to a herdsman, Leones was his name. A young beast in his herd had gotten lost while grazing.
I offered to help him search for it, but he declined and told me not to worry.
He had me wait until sundown, and left to have supper.
And so I waited.
After finishing the treatment, I set up a cooking pot over the grass with him. We lit the pot, and he found a good piece of cheese. You should've heard the sizzling sound it made when he threw it in.
I was sitting to the side on a short bench, still thinking about the young beast, when I heard a high-pitched cry in the distance.
This might be something you see all the time in Kjerag.
But for me, when I saw that young beast returning to the pasture at sunset; the way it found its way back to its mothers side, the two nuzzling against each other––
What I felt at that moment... was something I don't know how to describe.
Old Leones told me that burdenbeasts recognize the scent of their kin, especially foals, which are particularly sensitive to their mother's scent.
Even if they get lost, they'll always find their way back by following their mother's scent.
That blood bond reminds me of the way the people of Kjerag view their land.
It reminds me... of the way Sir Enciodes gave up Victoria in all her glory to return to Kjerag.

Enya : I see Your Lordship speaks very highly of Sir Enciodes. It is true that he has made many achievements thus far––
But if you are comparing him to a young burdenbeast returning to his homeland thanks to his ties with his "mother" by the name of Kjerag, I find that joke quite droll.

Harold : It is indeed thanks to Sir Enciodes's longing for his homeland that House Caster decided to fund Karlan Trade.
Moreover, the Duke believed that since Sir Enciodes greatly treasured the Kjerag blood flowing in his veins, he likewise would not come to despise the other half of his blood–
The Caster bloodline.
Holy Saintess, as I have previously stated, I am not here to stoke conflict.
But, at the inception of Karlan Trade, it was Caster who extended a helping hand to Sir Enciodes.
And now that Sir Enciodes has proven his worth, the Duke believes that it is time to collect a bit of interest.

Enya : It appears that a few pieces of candy will no longer be sufficient, Sir Enciodes.

Enciodes : ......

Harold : It's not so complicated, really. What the Duke wants is simply a show of sincerity.
Her Grace wishes to see this goodwill from Sir Enciodes, from Karlan Trade, and ultimately, from Kjerag itself.
A show of sincerity towards the Duke of Caster, and towards Victoria.
So long as this sincerity exists, then our future cooperation will only become more intimate.

Enya : And if we fail to express such sincerity?

Harold : ......

「Harold puts down his tableware, then walks over to the window and opens it.
The cold wind laced with snow and ice instantly pours into the room. Even the burning stove is helpless to resist the chill.
He quickly closes the window once more. 」

Harold : Haha, my apologies.
The Saintess's question was so incisive, I found myself wanting a breath of fresh air.
After staying in this warm room for so long, I had forgotten how cold it was outside, you see.

Enya : ......
That being the case, Your Lordship could have simply entertained Sir Enciodes at this banquet. Why is my presence necessary?

Harold : Well, you see, I've been eating and drinking remarkably well here. During my morning constitutional, my blood pressure had gone down even as my blood sugar was up a tad.
I wouldn't mind staying here for another year or so.
But you see, I find the Duke's incessant nagging quite bothersome.
Nowadays, Karlan Trade has become a pillar of Kjerag, and the kinship between the Great Saintess and Sir Enciodes runs deep.
I simply wanted to provide an opportunity for the two of you to sit down and talk things over.
I would like you to help me convince Sir Enciodes.

Enya : I appreciate Your Lordship's candor.
However, everything that has a beginning must also have an end.
It is true that Kjerag owes much of its current standing to Karlan Trade; but if I, as the Saintess, were to say that I know nothing of this, it would simply be avoiding responsibility.
If you accept that I am the leader of this nation, then it must follow that I am also responsible for its current condition.
I cannot come up here and confidently proclaim that the ways of the past were wrong.
Sir Enciodes always boasts about how he was the one who chose Kjerag's current path.
However, to this day, everything in Kjerag is the result of decisions that we have collectively made as a people, of which I am but one member.
Sir Enciodes himself has no right to rebuke Kjerag, as she is today.
And the same is true for me.

Harold : ...I see now.
It seems I really ought to try more of Kjerag's food while I still have the appetite.
Please come with me, both of you.

<Background 2>

Enciodes : Once again, I must thank you for your hospitality today, My Lord.

Harold : I hope my choice of dishes will both suit your tastes. They are traditional Kjerag dishes that I specially requested Chef Turiels prepare. Wow, this cheese wrap looks positively splendid!

Enya : Cheese wraps? And, there are even fruit chunks inside...

Enciodes : ...Truly, a traditional household dish.

Harold : Dig in, my friends. Don't be shy.

Enya : After you, Sir Enciodes.

Enciodes : Very well... if you insist.

[Enciodes takes a bite. ]

Enciodes : ...That smell again.

Enya : You still remember it?

Enciodes : Of course.
Gnosis should be here. Where is he?

Karlan Trade Employee : Sir, there were these Victorian soldiers earlier...

Enciodes : Soldiers?
It all makes sense now.
It would be unbefitting of the Saintess to personally appear before Victorian soldiers, no?

Enya : Do as you will. Don't worry about me.

[Enciodes leaves the room. ]

Harold : Now then, I shall not take up any more of your time, Holy Saintess.

[Harold also leaves the room. ]

Enya : ......

[Enya takes a bite of the cheese wrap. ]

Enya : It really is that same smell.

<Background fades out and in>

Harold : *sigh*—
At least the bit of silver lining is the Trilby Ashers can't accuse me of doing nothing.
I've done what needed doing, and the ceremony is about to begin. I suppose it's time to head back.
Oh right, can't forget to pick up souvenirs for the wife and daughter.
And also––

[Just then, Degenbrecher passes by the corridor. ]

Harold : ......
Alas, it would be remiss of me to leave any regrets behind on this trip.

<Background swipes right>

Degenbrecher : ......
Hmph.

Harold : Ah, there you are, Madam Degenbrecher.
I see you've found a lovely spot! Clean and—— Hey now, don't go!

[Harold steps in front of Degenbrecher. ]

Degenbrecher : If you want an audience, go talk to Enciodes. Or Gnosis.
I'll have nothing to do with your little games.

Harold : Come now. That's no way to be talking.
With all this delicious food and drink in front of you, would it really kill you to exchange a few pleasantries?
For example, shall we toast?

Degenbrecher : Nein danke.

Harold : Oh? Are you a woman who can't handle her drink?

Degenbrecher : I'm much better at handling men who try to ply me with drink.
Shall I prove it to you?

Harold : Hahaha! No need, I'll take your word for it.
Oh, right. Lily's in fine shape now, thanks to your timely handling of the matter.
I've already arranged for follow-up care, and her little ones are in good health as well.
Leones said to leave one for you to name.

Degenbrecher : ...I'm glad things worked out.
And I'll pass on that last part. Don't have much of a naming sense.

Harold : Aha! In that case, why not let me do it for you?
Never fear. Naming is a bit of a science in Victoria, and I happen to have a bit of expertise in the field!
The little one is a girl, so my suggestion would be to name her Olivia Turnbottom Michelle Craigavon!
I put together my last name, my wife's maiden name, and my grandmother's first name, making her the same as my daughter's––

Degenbrecher : I've changed my mind. Her name's Dolor.

Harold : *cough* *cough* *cough*––!
B-But I wasn't finished yet, Madam Degenbrecher––

Degenbrecher : Her name is Dolor.

Harold : But, Olivia...

Degenbrecher : Dolor.

Harold : ..Alright, alright!
Dolor, umm, is also a fine name for a girl. 'Healthy and strong', right?
Even though I still think Olivia Turnbottom Michelle Craigavon has a bit more charm to it...
Nevertheless, I think Leones will be quite fond of the name, fitting as it is for a Kjerag girl.
Madam Degenbrecher, I also have another favor to ask of you, presumptuous as it may be. Please take a look at this... I'm afraid I'll be leaving empty handed on this business trip.
I would at least like to leave a little memento for myself, as a personal note.
As I said back at the station, I'm a huge fan of yours, see? Would you be willing to give me your autograph?

Degenbrecher : You don't seem like the type to obsess over knightsports.

Harold : You think too highly of me. Vulgar man that I am, far be it from me to avoid vulgar pleasures.
Though the arena is certainly different from the battlefield, the victors all have something that elevates them above the crowd.
It certainly is a fine pastime–– and I hope you take no offense to me saying that, as none is intended.

Degenbrecher : That much is true.

Harold : You say that, but you still refuse to give this poor old man your autograph, even as he's holding this card out.
I've treasured this trading card for a long time, you know. It was a limited release from the first time you won the Major. You never released another card...
It's a darn shame that I can't seem to win your favor no matter what.
That aside, when it comes to naming, there is something I've been curious about, and would appreciate if you could shed some light on the matter. Of course, you don't have to answer if you find it offensive.
"Degenbrecher" –– Is that your real name?

Degenbrecher : You're certainly brave to ask, Craigavon.

Harold : I'm a man of few talents, but courage is something I do carry.

Degenbrecher : What if it is?

Harold : Just consider it scratching the itchy curiosity of your fans, Madam.
After all, every angle of your being has been under the spotlight since the first time you won the Major. The origins of the Black Knight, and where her path ultimately led her... Countless eyes have been following you.
Which brings me to my next question, Madam Degenbrecher, is your contract with Karlan Trade about to expire?
I do wonder if you'd spare me the honor of inviting you to be a guest of Victoria? No doubt, the Duke would be more than glad to welcome your arrival, and perhaps, we'd even be able to discuss new horizons of cooperation...

Degenbrecher : Uh huh. Is that all you wanted to ask?
If that's all you're here for, I've heard you out. Now, if you'd leave me in peace––
I've spent a decade in Kjerag.
I'm one of her people.
And I plan to live out my days here.
Good enough for you?

Harold : Ah... Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to hear.
I had my own speculation about the answer, but I must admit, it was quite moving to hear it in your own words... Why, you didn't even try to dress it up with more local flair!

Degenbrecher : True, I suppose you're dressed with a bit of color.
Where'd you get the fur collar?

Harold : Ah, this is from a souvenir shop I'm rather partial to. It's quite warm.
Alright, alright. It's getting late and the banquet should be drawing to an end soon, so I won't pester you any longer.
Though I wasn't fortunate enough to win your signature, I do want to say one thing...
I enjoyed our chat very much, Madam.

<Background 3>

Kjarr : Please watch your step, Sir Enciodes.

Chester : Enciodes, I've brought the car.

Enciodes : Thank you, Uncle.

[Enciodes and the others get into the car. ]

Chester : Are you returning to the mansion?

Gnosis : Back... to the office...

Chester : Enciodes?

Enciodes : What he said. There are still some chores I need to take care of.

Enya : Long time no see, Uncle Chester.

Chester : Saintess.

Enya : Just call me by name on these occasions.

Chester : Enya... I'm so glad to see you safe and sound.

Enya : The feeling is mutual. I'm relieved that you're in good health.

Harold : Now then, I shall take my leave, Holy Saintess, Sir Enciodes.

Enya : Very well.
My Lord.

Harold : Yes, Holy Saintess?

Enya : All else aside, I hope you have a wonderful time in Kjerag.

Harold : ...Thank you for your kind words.

[Harold walks away. ]

Enya : Kjarr.

Kjarr : Yes, Saintess?

Enya : Please have the maids clean the mess.

Kjarr : Oh, there's no need for that.
The good soldiers not only helped clean everything up, but even took away the leftover food. They said they were going to bring it to the Infected soldiers who weren't able to attend the banquet.

Enya : This Viscount actually seems quite respectable. It feels as if he's playing the villain.
Though, I trust that's something Sir Enciodes here can relate to.

Enciodes : You flatter me, Saintess.

Enya : It's getting dark. Be careful on your way back.

Enciodes : You too.

[Enya starts walking away. ]

Enciodes : Saintess.

[Enya stops. ]

Enya : Did you need something else?

Enciodes : In the name of Kjeragandr, Kjerag has arrived where she is today despite the gulf between us.
What would Kjeragandr think, were She to look down upon Her land today? Would She condemn us?

Kjarr : ......

Enya : Are you getting cold feet?

Enciodes : Of course not. The miracle three years ago will forever be engraved in the hearts of all Kjerag.
Even I must admit that Kjeragandr indeed is the bedrock of this land.
We are all but children playing atop Her body.

Enya : If so, that question isn't for me to answer.
Perhaps, it's not for Her to answer either.

<Background 4>

[The car arrives at Karlan Trade's HQ ]

Gnosis : Alright, we're back.
I can go the rest of the way myself.

Enciodes : Oh, really?

[Gnosis stumbles. ]

Gnosis : ......
...It was just a minor miscalculation.
Hold on, I need a moment.

Enciodes : Certainly.

Gnosis : No, not at the main door. Head around the side.

Enciodes : What's the problem? Worried someone might see you?

Gnosis : Someone might be working overtime.

Enciodes : Who'd be working overtime at this hour?

Gnosis : Me.
And you too, probably.

Enciodes : Are you complaining that I haven't given you enough overtime pay?
Alright, Gnosis, sit down already. Nobody will see the drunken and indecent behavior of the CTO.
If you ask me, you're holding your own image to too high a standard.

Gnosis : You're a lot more talkative after a few drinks, Enciodes.
If anything, you owe Degenbrecher more overtime pay.

<Background fades out>

[Somebody approaches them. ]

Degenbrecher : He actually owes me a few lives.
Too lazy to keep count.
The two leaders of Karlan Trade, squatting in the lobby of the company headquarters in the middle of the night to discuss unpaid wages?

Enciodes : Gnosis is fighting on your behalf.

Gnosis : Did the booze melt his brain?

Gnosis : It's not like I got sloshed for your sake––

Degenbrecher : ......

「Degenbrecher looks over at Enciodes, who only gives a shrug. 」

Degenbrecher : What an embarrassment.

「Degenbrecher hands the canteen of water she brought over to Enciodes, and the latter naturally reaches out to accept it.
The last decade has seen countless such moments. 」

Enciodes : Do you still remember Walden's?

Degenbrecher : Who?

Enciodes : The first time you had to carry me and Gnosis back.
Oh, that banquet.

Degenbrecher : Yes.
Where Gnosis got piss drunk and you didn't, yet you were worse for wear because of it.

Enciodes : Look at him now. His liver is clearly a lot tougher these days.
At least he's not passing out all over the place.

Degenbrecher : You sure this one's still conscious?

Gnosis : Before you two start badmouthing me to my face, blurgh––
Can you bring me some hangover remedy?

「The man slumped over on the steps does not lift his head, merely stretching his hand out towards his ill-spirited friend.
Degenbrecher raises her eyebrows, then takes a pack of pills out of her pocket and places them in Gnosis's hand.
She watches him open up the blister pack with practiced motions and swallow the contents along with a big gulp of water. After a while, she[sic] lets out a sigh of relief. 」

Gnosis : That's a bit better.
But this doesn't seem to be the same medicine I took before.

Degenbrecher : It's not a hangover cure.
It's a poison I made.
Enciodes put me up to it.

Enciodes : Yes, quite right.

Gnosis : Is that so? Then, why am I not dead yet? Doesn't seem like your poison's very effective.
How dull... Are you two not tired of this routine yet?

Degenbrecher : I thought it was pretty funny.
It was more fun back when you actually believed it and tried to make yourself vomit.

Gnosis : ......
That was years ago.

Enciodes : But, that was a different pill, wasn't it?
It didn't look the same as the previous one.

Degenbrecher : Riley sent it.
He often goes drinking with the Victorians and says this one works better.

Gnosis : Enciodes, it seems that Degenbrecher has become the most popular of us three among the people of Kjerag.
Noticed the promotional pictures of the Black Knight hanging off the burdenbeast billboards by the station?
Hand-drawn, too.

Degenbrecher : Is that a problem?

Enciodes : Of course not.
I've become increasingly busy in recent years and have neglected many things.
Once the situation calms a bit, Gnosis and I really need to start going out more often.

Degenbrecher : That's for sure.
If you don't show your face in public every once in a while, people will start to worry about your private life.
One popular line of speculation is that you've thrown yourself into work as you've been heartbroken over certain things.
There are quite a few variations too. Want me to give you a rundown?

Enciodes : ......

Gnosis : Hahahahahahagah–– *cough* *cough* *cough*–– * Bluuurgh––

<Background 4>

Enciodes : I pray you don't choke to death laughing and vomiting at the same time, Gnosis.
If you could laugh like that all the time, our employees wouldn't be so afraid of you.

Gnosis : *cough* *cough*– Don't worry, before I croak, I'll make sure to puke all over your shoes.
So, how did your discussion today go? Reach any agreements?

Enciodes : When it comes to matters concerning Kjerag, there aren't actually that many differences between me and the Saintess.

Degenbrecher : What about between you and the girl named Enya?

Enciodes : ...The only problems worth talking about are those that can be resolved.
If I had to do things over again, I'd make the same decision every time. And she'd still never feel good about it.
We all know that deep down.

Gnosis : Say what you will, but you'll never tell that to her face.

Degenbrecher : You're not much different, Gnosis.
You're two peas in a pod.
Never saying what needs to be said to the people who need to hear it.

Gnosis : ......

Enciodes : ......

Degenbrecher : Also, you should be playing dead right about now.

「The lights of the office still shine bright in the night. The heating in the main hall is shut off, and silence spreads freely through the room, along with the cold.
A moment later, the silence is broken by the sound of Gnosis retching. 」

Gnosis : Degenbrecher, I need another pill.
My head hurts.

Enciodes : ...And a couple for me too. I might be a bit tipsy.

「Both men stretch out their hands towards Degenbrecher at the same time.
That unflappable attitude that someone there knows the truth makes Degenbrecher tingle with irritation for some reason.
There are still many questions that cannot be answered.
But at least here, right in this moment, there's no need to show off, no need for pretense.
Degenbrecher heeds her own will, and slaps each of the two hands in turn. 」

Gnosis : Gah...

Enciodes : Oh?

Degenbrecher : Stand up. Go home already, if you're drunk.
Don't squat here.
There's a lot of work to be done tomorrow.
Now, go.

Operation story: RS-5

Before operation

Summary

Leto sobers up and ascends the mountain, finally meeting the Trilby Asher that Degenbrecher is searching for. The Elder Devotee informs his son of the truth, and Arctosz feels as if he's suffered a heavy blow, immediately taking off to look for Leto.

<Background 1>

[Arctosz finally wakes up. ]

Arctosz : Ugh...
What happened...? What's with all the empty bottles on the floor?
Odd. Why was I even sleeping here?

Elder Devotee : Rosalind... you're a good kid...
...Arctosz... you... disgrace...
(Snore)

Arctosz : Dad?!

Elder Devotee : Eh? Uh...

[The old man gets up to his feet. ]

Elder Devotee : What did you wake me up for?! Can't an old man nap in peace?!
No, hold on, I...

Arctosz : Dad? When did you get home? Why didn't you let me know you were coming?
What happened yesterday? How did we end up sleeping on the floor?

Elder Devotee : Quit your yapping, it's giving me a headache.

[The door opens and Gulo runs in. ]

Gulo : Sir, Master.
I'm so glad you're both finally awake!

Arctosz : Gulo!
What happened here?

Gulo : The two of you got drunk, and didn't want to stop drinking, and our efforts to convince you to return to your rooms to sleep were in vain.
I could only feed two more batches of firewood to the furnace so it wouldn't get too cold in here.
Sir, do you not remember what happened yesterday?

Arctosz : I... Wait, let me think.
Yesterday, yesterday...
I remember. I was to prepare for the banquet to celebrate the completion of Kjeragandr's statue.
The Saintess asked me to select the best drinks Kjerag has to offer, so I was tasting them one by one...
And then, after that... I don't remember much.

Elder Devotee : Hmph, of course you don't.
You were so drunk you couldn't tell people apart, and even tried to toast to a pillar while hugging it.
At your age! What an embarrassment!

Arctosz : Enough, Dad. Was I not doing it for the Saintess, for Kjerag?
Gulo's still here, so could you ease up on the scolding, before I lose any more respect!

Elder Devotee : I always taught you respect is something you earn on your own, so why ask me to leave any for you?!
Forget it, I'll bicker with you no longer.
Gulo, where's Rosalind?

Gulo : She went up the mountain first thing in the morning, Master.

Elder Devotee : What?!

Gulo : She woke up early, while the both of you were still sleeping, and she said to let you sleep a while longer.
I thought the same, so I didn't wake you.

Elder Devotee : ......
I guess it's fine for her to just leave like that.
Perhaps this was Kjeragandr's plan for the Paleroches.
They met, they didn't realize, so I guess this means it was just not meant to be... indeed...

Arctosz : What are you riddling about now, Dad?!
I vaguely remember a young girl coming here yesterday, but I did drink too much. I can't remember what she looked like.
You say her name was Rosalind? Hmm...

Elder Devotee : ......
Arctosz, come here.
I should not hide this from you.
Same as you made your own choice back then.
What should be done next, is ultimately up to you.

<Background fades out and in>

[The disguised Trilby Asher wakes up. ]

Guard? : ...By Kjeragandr.
Three generations really drank the night away.
Even dragged me in with the other guards too.
Ghh—
It's been a long time since I drank so much.
And I didn't get any business done at all...

[He takes off his disguise. ]

"Trilby Asher" : ...Since going roundabout didn't work, let's just go head-on.
Judging from the direction, Rosalind probably went up the mountain.

<Background 2>

[Meanwhile, Leto arrives at the base of Mount Fugen. ]

Leto : Ohh—This is one of those snowy mountains!
It's even more spectacular up close. Kjerag's mountains sure are impressive.

<Background shakes violently>

Leto : Ugh, I'm a little dizzy. Really went overboard on the drinks last night.
Wonder if those guys are awake yet. Why didn't the Doctor tell me how enthusiastic Kjerag people can be?
I should give them something as thanks when I get down the mountain later...

[She shivers. ]

Leto : Sheesh, it's freezing. The wind's pretty painful.
If I remember right... you're supposed to climb up this mountain on your own to prove your faith to Kjeragandr?
......
It's really tall.
But since I'm already here, I might as well try.

[Rosalind notices a crowd talking nearby. ]

Leto : Huh?

<Background fades out and in>

Foreign Tourist A : The purest air from up in the mountains?
Sounds pretty good to me. Do you take cards here?
Alright, then give me two boxes. Send them to the Burdenpeak Hotel, room 606.

Astute Merchant : You got it!

Foreign Tourist B : Woah, Zofia... you're buying even more stuff.
Didn't you buy four boxes of mountain spring water yesterday? How are we going to bring it all back?

Foreign Tourist A : Don't be silly! Who says we have to bring them home ourselves?
I'll send a box each to Młynar and Margaret. I probably haven't even bought enough yet.
Kjerag's air and water are plenty impressive. The Black Knight came here a good long while ago, so she should be living pretty well now.
Alright, enough of that. I hear you have to climb Kjerag's mountains yourself, as a show of devotion.
Come on! Let's get climbing!

Foreign Tourist B : They do mention as much in the travel brochure.
Let's see who can reach the summit first, Zofia!

[The two race their way up the mountain. ]

Kjerag Youth : Riley, why didn't you tell them we have a cable car that goes up the mountain?

Kjerag Elder : Hohoho. The tourists have their own ideas, who am I to tell them otherwise?

Kjerag Youth : Fair enough...
Seems like tourists are the only ones who like to climb these days.
They're right though.

Kjerag Elder : Come! Let's go take the cable car!

Kjerag Youth : Really? Won't Kjeragandr see it as a lack of faith?

Kjerag Elder : Nonsense! Kjeragandr granted us this convenience because She loves Her people!
Insisting on climbing would show a lack of faith in Kjeragandr!

Kjerag Youth : Huh?
What do you mean, "huh?"
We're all Kjeragandr's children. As long as you respect Her and keep Her in your heart, She'll protect us all!

<Background fades out and in>

Leto : ......
Whew. You can actually ride a cable car up the mountain?
Why are tourist spots the same everywhere...? I'd better follow the locals.
Even though I don't know what it means to have faith in Kjeragandr at all.
But Kjeragandr must be protecting Kjerag, judging by how things are going?
Hey, old man in front!
Can you tell me where to get cable car tickets? Thanks for pointing the way!

[Leto heads towards the ticket booth. ]

<Background fades out and in>

[Not long later, the Trilby Asher also arrives at Mount Fugen. ]

"Trilby Asher" : Sir, please hold on.

Kjerag Elder : Who are you? What's with the getup?

"Trilby Asher" : I'm a reporter from Victoria, you see.
People praise the Kjeragandr statue, but surely building it must have been a waste of resources. I'm currently collecting some—

Kjerag Elder : Get lost!
My son who works on the statue sends me money every month, and even calls me to tell me how good work is over there.
You foreigners are just salty about how wonderful our Kjerag is!

"Trilby Asher" : Then, why hasn't he returned?

Kjerag Elder : He said he signed some agreement, so he has to stay there.
What was it again?

Kjerag Youth : Non-disclosure.

"Trilby Asher" : Do you need an NDA to build a statue?
Hmm...

[The Trilby Asher leaves. ]

Kjerag Elder : I'm warning you, foreigner. Any more guff out of you and I'll give you a taste of my walking stick.
Huh? Where'd they go?

<Background 3>

[A villager is taking a stroll. ]

Carefree Villager : Hm~ Hmm-hmm-hm~ Praise Kjeragandr...♪
Brave Burdenbeasts~ Brave people~ Kjeragandr guides us~ To protect our homeland, hm hmm~♪
Hmm, Hm-hm-hmm...♪

[The villager stops... ]

Carefree Villager : Huh? The snow here doesn't seem right...

[...he falls... ]

Carefree Villager : Yow!

??? : Careful.

[...but is suddenly yanked back. ]

Degenbrecher : There's a trap down there.
You alright?

Carefree Villager : Oh, Madam Degenbrecher!
Where did this hole come from...? That Riley must have dug it out to catch game!
Many, many thanks. I would have fallen down the hole, if it weren't for you.

Degenbrecher : You're welcome.

Carefree Villager : Do you have business on the mountain today, Madam?
Anything we can help you with? I have plans with Riley, Leone, and the other guys to go up the mountain today, so just let us know if you need anything!

Degenbrecher : I have a bit of work to do, but I'll be fine on my own.
Are you and Old Riley still drinking with the Victorians?

Carefree Villager : Yeah, we've been competing to see who can drink more, and it's a tie, at the moment!
None of us are giving up, because it'd be an embarrassment for Master Enciodes and the Saintess if we lost to those Victorians!
Also, they just suddenly came in here and set up camp. What do you think is going on?
I've no proper education, but even I know a sudden flood of people here, all hale and healthy even, can't possibly be a good thing!
That's why Riley and I were thinking we could keep an eye on them for Sir Enciodes with the drinking, at the very least.
So don't worry. We'll definitely win!

Degenbrecher : ......
Fine, it would be great if you could drink till they puke.
Just call me if you can't. Don't push yourselves.
Did you decide to watch the Victorians on your own?

Carefree Villager : Hehe, we thought it up with the other villagers. All of us agreed to it!
We've been living much better these days, and since we now know how good things can be, we're not gonna let anyone ruin it for us.
But Madam, I should be honest with you, just don't get angry with me.

Degenbrecher : Sure, go on.

Carefree Villager : I just wanted to say, these Victorians we've been drinking with.
We've come to know them pretty well over the past month, and brushing the other stuff aside, they aren't bad guys.
They don't cause too much trouble, even when drunk, and sometimes they come over to help out with work.
There's a guy with bones about as old as mine. He only goes a little mad when he's drunk, but he doesn't do much other than strip off his clothes to try and swim in the snow. I saw his back then, it was in bad shape.
I don't know what he has suffered, but it hurts to even look at. It hurts to think about now.

Degenbrecher : I might as well tell you this.
A Victorian Viscount has come to join the celebrations for Kjeragandr's statue, and he's brought his personal army along.
Most of them are veterans who have been fighting alongside him for a long time.

Carefree Villager : Oh...

Degenbrecher : There's no need to think too much, just enjoy your drinks together.

Carefree Villager : *sigh* I don't get it, what's the difference between a personal and regular army?
But they did look far from young, and a few of them seem to have stones growing on their bodies.
That should be the uh, stone disease, I've seen in the news before?

Degenbrecher : ...Oripathy.
Most of the time, nothing happens when you come into contact with it, so you needn't be too worried.
But you should still take some precautions.
You can go to Rhodes Island's office in the city or the newly built hospital for information on how to protect yourself.

Carefree Villager : That we know, so don't you worry, Madam.
I just wanted to have a chat with you anyways. I wouldn't dare to disturb Sir Enciodes or Sir Gnosis.

Degenbrecher : Oh?
You're saying I look idle?

Carefree Villager : That's not what I meant!
I mean, them Sirs are busy with their big projects all day long, so it'd be no good for us to disturb them.
You help us out regularly, even though you're so busy too. We know you're on the same side as us. You're one of us!

Degenbrecher : ......
One of you...

Carefree Villager : Wait, no. I mean, those Sirs are our people too.
I'm bad with words, but you know what I mean!
Am I wasting your time, Madam?

Degenbrecher : It's fine.
There's something I need to trouble you and the rest on the mountain for.

Carefree Villager : Just say the word!

Degenbrecher : Help me find a pretentious Victorian.

Carefree Villager : A what?

Degenbrecher : He wears a top hat and a black coat with the collar covering his face. Some gemstones too.
It's easy to spot such a conspicuous figure.

Carefree Villager : What's this fella doing with that sort of outfit in Kjerag?

Degenbrecher : Who knows?
Probably something stupid.

Carefree Villager : Alright, leave it to us!
I'll send over Old Leones' Burdenbeast the moment we get any news!

<Background 1>

Arctosz : Are you serious, Dad?!
The girl yesterday... She's, she's Rosalind? My daughter?!

Elder Devotee : ...Sigh.
I doubt I'm wrong. The girl looks just like you, and Tatyana too.
My eyes are still good enough, I'm not wrong.

Arctosz : Really...?
My... daughter...?
Hahaha! I did say she was a good kid! Good stature, and character even! Wonderful!
Rosalind, Rosalind... She looks like me?
Yes, like me, I remember now. She has the same hair color!
Her eyes and mouth are Tatyana's, especially her eyes... they're exactly the same! So pretty...
...Time flies. Little Rosalind has already grown so big, in just the blink of an eye...
Wait, did she go up the mountain?
When is she coming back? Will she come back?

Elder Devotee : ......
Arctosz, there's something else...

Arctosz : We can talk about that later. I have to prepare some gifts for my daughter!
I remember she loved baked sweet cheese and beast stew, when she was little, so I'm off to buy some now!
Tatyana... is she here too? Does she not want to see me? Then I, I...
Alright! No matter, I'll head straight up the mountain and give them to Rosalind!
And then I'll ask her about Tatyana...

Elder Devotee : Arctosz!

Arctosz : What is it?! I need to hurry—

Elder Devotee : Stop right there!

Arctosz : —!

Elder Devotee : ...Just. Stay. You need to hear this.

「Arctosz stops in his tracks from his father's yelling, and an ill omen stirs uncontrollably in his heart.
Perhaps it's his hangover, but a sudden headache descends on him, his stomach seems to drop to the floor, and his back feels as if something cold is creeping up on him.
Only now does Arctosz realize his father's back, which he has not seen in a long time, is slightly stooped, like a wilting tree, no longer tall and upright as he remembered.
But the dry and aged voice of the devotee continues, undeterred by Arctosz's panic. 」

Elder Devotee : Rosalind told me she and her mother had been living in Ursus since they left.
She was too young to remember anything of this place.
She said she never knew who her father was, all the time she grew up.
And this time she's here not only to see our Kjeragandr's statue, but also...
She's brought back her mother's remains.

「Ill omens always seem to bear out.
The wind and snow roaring outside their home, the flames flickering inside the furnace, and even their indistinguishable breathing all seem to freeze for a moment. 」

Arctosz : ...What?
Remains...?
What do you mean?
B-But, Tatyana was so young. How could she...?
I don't believe it... how can that be...?

Elder Devotee : I heard it from the girl myself.

Arctosz : ......

Elder Devotee :

Arctosz : ......
I...

Elder Devotee : Fine, it doesn't matter what you want to say. There's no point telling me.
Your father is no perfect man, nor a saint, and certainly not the victim here.
This old man is too old to hear you out, let alone offer any advice.
I only wish to spend the rest of my days sweeping the dust at Kjeragandr's feet.
But you... should think carefully.

[The old man somberly leaves. ]

Arctosz : ......
Tatyana... Rosalind...

[Gulo scrambles into the room. ]

Gulo : Sir, Master!
Matriarch Ratatos is here, she says there's something urgent to discuss!

<Background fades out and in>

Ratatos : Ugh. The place reeks of booze...
The ceremony's tomorrow, Arctosz. Don't you drink too much and ruin it all.

Arctosz : I'm in no mood to play with you.
Just tell me what happened. You're not the type to make social calls, Ratatos.

Ratatos : Heheh, you sure know me well.
Fine, I'll get straight to the point, Arctosz. I came here to tip you off.
I still recall that you married an Ursine woman, despite your family's objections, and even had a child with her?
Something happened to the Silverashes, and soon after your wife left Kjerag with daughter in tow. This affair was kept within the tri-clans, but it was no secret to us.

Arctosz : Hmph, I see your nose is as sharp as ever.

Ratatos : I'll take that as a compliment.
I'm here to tell you about your daughter, the girl named Rosalind.

Arctosz : What happened to her?! You better not be taking advantage the situation!
She has nothing to do with our clan business!

Ratatos : I'm not here to settle any old scores, but her untimely return is really unfortunate.
Do you know where she is right now?
She's probably already in the sights of a Victorian spy.

<Background 2>

[Leto exits the cable car and onto the mountain path. ]

Leto : Finally!
But the cable car only goes up this far, and I have to climb the rest myself?
Well, the summit isn't that far anyway.

<Background fades out and in.>

[Leto is hiking up the mountain. ]

Leto : I could still see a few tourists earlier, but now there's no one else around.
White everywhere... Sheesh, it's a little scary.

??? : ......

Leto : Huh...?

??? : ...How... unlucky...

Leto : Wh-What was that?

??? : ...Ever since I came to Kjerag... Not a single thing has gone smoothly...

Leto : Who's that? C-Come out! Don't even think you can scare me!
Is that... a hole?
Who could be so bored as to dig a hole by the trail? No, this can't be just a hole...
It's a trap!

??? : Sure enough. A trap indeed.

[The man who had fallen into the hole is revealed to the Trilby Asher. ]

"Trilby Asher" : Watch your step, Madam.
Also, if it's not too much of a bother, could I trouble you to pull me up?

After operation

Summary

On the summit, Leto questions the Trilby Asher on why she's been approached, but puts him on alert instead. During their stalemate, Arctosz reaches the duo, and falls down a cliff with Leto. Degenbrecher arrives afterwards, and stops the Trilby Asher in his tracks.

<Background 2>

Leto : Grab my hand.
Hrh—Hah!
Alright!

[Leto pulls the Trilby Asher out of the hole. ]

"Trilby Asher" : We met on the train back there, but I never imagined you'd save my life here.
How fortunate for you to be here to lend me a hand. Who knows how long I'd be stuck in here otherwise.
Thank you very, very much for your altruistic assistance, Madam Rosalind Tatyanovna Larina.

Leto : Well, wasn't much. Don't mention it.
You definitely don't look like a local, so I'm guessing you're a tourist going up the mountain?

"Trilby Asher" : Precisely.

Leto : So why didn't you follow the main road, instead of falling into a pitfall out here in the forest?
What were you gonna do if I didn't happen to pass by?

"Trilby Asher" : I was merely attracted by the scenic view, and didn't expect to run into a trap like this in the snow.
If you hadn't happened by... perhaps I would have stayed here for a while longer. I'd calm down first before figuring out a way to climb out myself.
But now I see how fortunate I am.

Leto : Hmm...

"Trilby Asher" : Madam Larina, are you going to continue your journey up the mountain?

Leto : Huh? Yeah, I am.

"Trilby Asher" : We could travel together for a while, if you wouldn't mind.
I'd like to admire the view of Kjerag's mountains from the summit as well.

Leto : Sure.
I don't mind. Let's go.
We still have a long way to the top.

<Background fades out and in>

Kjerag Elder : That was...

Kjerag Youth : Riley!
I just checked our traps and saw a pitfall collapsed. Thought we caught something!
But when I took a look, there was nothing inside. Guessing it might have escaped.

Kjerag Elder : Did you see the man who passed by earlier? Doesn't he look like the guy Turiels asked us to look out for?

Kjerag Youth : You mean the one Degenbrecher asked us to find?

Kjerag Elder : All dressed in black, pretentious looking, wearing a hat and hiding his face. No doubt about it!
Come! Let's hurry back and tell Degenbrecher!

<Background fades out and in>

[Meanwhile, Leto and the Trilby Asher continue their hike. ]

Leto : ......
Hey, uh... say, I still don't know your name.
Aren't you guys pretty particular about uh, introducing yourselves when you first meet?

"Trilby Asher" : An oversight on my part.
You may call me John Smith. Or anything you prefer.

Leto : John...?
The name John Smith...

"John Smith" : What do you think of it?

Leto : Sounds... right out of a spy movie I watched with the Doctor!
Yeah, that was definitely the name of the spy guy!
I remember he had a really pretty sidekick too, so John, you... Never mind, coming up to this make-out point all alone means you're definitely single.

"John Smith" : ......
A fascinating coincidence.

Leto : Right?
Alright, let's get back on track. I figure we still have a while to go before the summit.
I heard it gets colder the higher you go, and it gets harder to breathe too.
So, you tired yet? Need a break?

"John Smith" : Please, don't worry about me.
Do you need to rest, Madam Larina?

Leto : Nah, I'm good.
You've got some real stamina, huh, Mr. Spy?

"John Smith" : ...Haha.

<Background fades out and in.>

[Meanwhile, Degenbrecher is heading towards the mountain. She contacts Enciodes using a transceiver. ]

Degenbrecher : Seems like you really deceived him.

Enciodes : I fabricated no lies, Degenbrecher.
There's no slipping your average falsehoods by a Trilby Asher collecting information for his Duke.
But I'm fully aware that these types usually know "suspicion" best.
"The heir to the Paleroche Clan has secretly returned to the country" is a reality he first discovered by himself, so he'll believe it.
And will definitely be watching Rosalind Tatyanovna Larina.

Degenbrecher : Your guesses are always right.
The girl's already on the mountain, and Ratatos has contacted Arctosz.
I hear tell the Trilby Asher is also on his way up.
He's hiding from me.

Enciodes : No matter.
Just make sure he remains focused on the girl.
It's time for you to move as well.

Degenbrecher : Fine, I'll treat it as after-meal exercise.
However, are you sure the Doctor won't mind you letting the Trilby Asher close to the girl?

Enciodes : He's a spy, not an assassin. What he's after is information, not a life.

Degenbrecher : Is that how you plan to explain it to the Doctor?

Enciodes : To the Doctor, I shall offer my—apologies.

Degenbrecher : You certainly owe them.

Enciodes : How I act is unimportant. Rather, I'm more curious—
Degenbrecher, you remember the Doctor?

Degenbrecher : Sharp's a good opponent. Stronger than most of those clumsy knights.
There's no harm in noting down someone who has the respect of a warrior like that and can also make you suffer.

Enciodes : You're curious about the Doctor?

Degenbrecher : You could put it that way.
Alright, the idle chatter stops here.
I'm going to work.

[Degenbrecher ends the transmission ]

<Background fades out and in>

[Leto runs to the summit. ]

Leto : URA—!!!
We're finally here——!!
Hoo. We must have climbed a few hours?
I'm beat. No wonder everyone quits halfway. That was exhausting.
Though...
The view up here is really pretty... isn't that Lake Silberneherze over there?
Hahaha, the Kjeragandr statue looks smaller than my thumb from up here!

[The Trilby Asher shortly joins her. ]

"John Smith" : Lake Silberneherze freezes over in the winter, and resembles a pure and clear gemstone when viewed from this peak.
As such, the locals here believe the lake is a precious stone bestowed by Kjeragandr.
Truly a view you can only see from such a height.

Leto : It does look like a gem.
Oh, you can even see the station over there!
Huh, there's actually plenty of railroads in Kjerag, but the trains all look like toys from here...

"John Smith" : I wouldn't call this plenty for a country that's still developing.
It might seem like a lot, but that's because Lake Silberneherze and the Kjeragandr statue are here.
There might be more roads around Karlan currently, but the operating lines will all pass through and transfer here...
...They will, won't they...?
......

Leto : Hey, John, you still with us? I need a favor?
Can you help me see if there are two trees growing into each other around here?
They should be old, with intertwining branches, and they look pretty strange too!

"John Smith" : It would be my pleasure.

Leto : Appreciate it!

[The two wander around the mountaintop. ]

Leto : You know, John.
Aren't you curious why I'm looking for those trees?
Or what I'm doing up here on the mountain?
I mulled it over... and decided to handle things the old fashioned way.

"John Smith" : What...?

Leto : 'Fess up, and don't move!

[Leto corners the man at the edge of a crumbling cliff. ]

"John Smith" : What is the meaning of this, Madam Larina?

Leto : You're not supposed to say that line yet, I haven't even done anything to you.
Spit it out though. You've been following me for ages, just following. What are you after here?

"John Smith" : I don't understand.

Leto : Quit playing dumb!
I don't remember telling you my name.

"John Smith" : This is a misunderstanding.
You know the Viscount Harold Craigavon and I have history together, and it was he who told me your name.

Leto : Oh?

[Leto cracks her knuckles. ]

Leto : You think I'm stupid?
I never told him my full name either.
And you managed to climb up the summit without taking a single break. There's no way you could have fallen into a simple hunter's trap!
Even if you did, you could have just climbed out.
Anna and the girls always tell me to think before I act, but I have to say, sometimes there's no use in thinking too much either.

"John Smith" : ......
You are much more careful than I expected, Madam Larina.

Leto : So you admit it?
John Smith is probably a fake name too, right? Maybe... you really are a spy?

"Trilby Asher" : What if I said yes?

Leto : Then you'd be pretty bad at your job.
Cause even I could tell something was up.

"Trilby Asher" : Your accusation is absolutely correct.
It's true. I have been quite careless, and life in Kjerag has made me so.
I have considerable freedom here, and there aren't many who pose a threat to me.

Leto : Hah, look at you talk.
I'm warning you, you'd better behave. And don't move an inch.
You're standing on the edge of a cliff, and there's nothing but snow under your feet.
I just have to stomp my feet to send you falling, and I can't promise I'll catch you if that happens.

"Trilby Asher" : Alright, Madam Larina. I'll come clean, yesterday...

Arctosz : Victorian scum!

[Arctosz suddenly comes running out of nowhere. ]

Arctosz : Arctosz is here! You stay away from her!

Leto : Whoa! Wh-Where did you come from?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, wait! Watch your footfalls, the snow—

[The snow crumbles and Leto falls... ]

Leto : Wahh—!

Arctosz : R-Rosalind!
Grab my—

"Trilby Asher" : ......
It's somewhat funny, but Arctosz is clearly charging towards me—
Could Rosalind really have come here for something?
No matter. He's coming, and I can only jump.
—!

[The Trilby Asher narrowly dodges a swinging blade. Degenbrecher reveals herself. ]

"Trilby Asher" : ...The Black Knight.

Degenbrecher : All rested up?

"Trilby Asher" : Not yet.

Degenbrecher : That's not good.
You'll be less fun to fight.

"Trilby Asher" : Going straight into it?

Degenbrecher : Problem with that?

"Trilby Asher" : I'll get straight to my point too then.
You convinced the Viscount that everything on the train was a misunderstanding. I was only half-convinced at the time.
But now, I know that even the stately Black Knight tells lies.

Degenbrecher : That only proves that you don't know me at all.
There's still time to turn around and go down the mountain for a nice lunch.

"Trilby Asher" : I'm sorry, but I tend to throw myself fully into my work.

Operation story: RS-6

Before operation

Summary

Arctosz and Leto acknowledge their ties in the snow. Degenbrecher's appearance confirms the Trilby Asher's conjecture, and he decides to make a run for the island. She has no plans to let him do as he pleases, and a chase sequence begins.

<Background white>

Rosalind's a rotten girl!
We don't want to play with her, she's a freak without a papa!
Hahaha, Rosalind's a rotten girl without a papa!

「I'm not a rotten girl!
I-I won't let you call me that...! 」

[Rosalind throws an angry punch. ]

Yow! Sh-She hit us first! See, she's a bad kid!
Go! Let's get her!
Get her!

「If you wanna fight, you'll get one! I'm not scared of you! 」

[Rosalind punches them... ]

「I'm not a bad kid! 」

[...she beats them up... ]

「I'm fine with just my mamochka, I don't need a papa! 」

[...until they all fall to the ground. ]

「I don't need a... 」

<Background fades out>

<Background 1>

[Leto wakes up and lifts herself off the ground. ]

Leto : Hah...
Didn't expect I'd fall headfirst into them.
The trees... they were here all along.
Two trees growing into each other, this has to be them.

[Leto trudges towards the trees. ]

Leto : ......
...Okay, that should do it.
Now that mom's business is done, I'll...

[She tries to climb up a hill but slips and tumbles. ]

Leto : Gah!
Nope, can't climb back up.
The snow's too thick, and the hill's too steep to make it back up with my bare hands.
There's only this cliff here left to try...

Arctosz : W-Wait, Rosalind!

[Arctosz stands up. ]

Arctosz : *cough*, *cough* *cough*!
Get away from there, it's dangerous!

Leto : Okay, okay, I'm getting away! You stay put too!
You can't move your legs, right? Just take a rest and don't push yourself.

Arctosz : Just a scratch. Not like I'd ever let you fall.
Those Victorian bastards actually dragged you into their plans... I won't let them get away with it!

Leto : So that guy's really a Victorian spy?
He, well... he didn't actually do anything to me.

Arctosz : It'll be too late when he does!
I'd have beat him so badly he wouldn't dare to set foot on Paleroche land ever again, if only we didn't have such bad luck!

Leto : Before you came out of nowhere, I was about to tie the bastard up and teach him a lesson!
Whatever, let's just drop it.
Back there, you...
Ugh, I hate it when people take their sweet time beating around the bush, so I'll just ask!
So, why did you move to protect me when we fell?
And that Victorian guy, what was he talking about? Something to do with who somebody is?

Arctosz : ......
Rosalind.
I know you might find what I'm about to say hard to accept, but...
Tatyana and I—
Your mother and I met on the summit of this mountain.

Leto : You... and mamochka... you mean, you're...

Arctosz : That's right.
Rosalind, you're my daughter.

<Background 2>

[Ratatos walks into Karlan Trade HQ with a serious expression. ]

Enciodes : A most unusual guest.
What business has you hurrying over here today, Ratatos?

Ratatos : You must know exactly what it is, Enciodes.
Are you sure we can fool that Victorian Trilby Asher with our bait?

Enciodes : The smarter a man is, the more confident he is in his own judgement, correct?

Ratatos : That's for sure.
But Enciodes, here's a warning for you too. Don't underestimate people.
That Victorian spy seems to be pretty misled. He's chasing Arctosz's daughter all right, but I don't think things are gonna keep going that smoothly.
What if he doesn't go according to your plans? How are you gonna handle that?
You must have some sort of backup plan?

Enciodes : Arctosz's daughter deciding to return to Kjerag now is indeed outside the scope of our plans.
Of course, I couldn't possibly think such an improvised plan would suffice to solve our problem.

Ratatos : It sounds like you have something up your sleeve.
Let me see... why haven't I seen Gnosis today?
And the bodyguard always at your side. I heard from my sister and brother-in-law she hasn't been helping you train your Tschäggättä recently.

Enciodes : You get your information fast, Ratatos.
Gnosis and Degenbrecher naturally have their own jobs to do, and if you're here to see them today, I'm afraid you'll have to leave disappointed.

Ratatos : I'm not looking for them.
Although... ah, yes. I had a piece of "good news" for Gnosis, if he was here.

Enciodes : Oh...?

Ratatos : Nothing major, you'll know all about it tomorrow.
He's said this before, but I'll personally remind you, Enciodes. You'd better be certain of the things happening below Kjeragandr's statue...
It's not just about one Clan Silverash. You'd do well to remember that us Browntails also have a stake in it!

Enciodes : It's etched into my mind.
Whether it be the tri-clans or the Vine-Bead Court led by the Saintess...
Ratatos, you should hold a little more confidence.
Whether it be in you, me, Gnosis, or even Degenbrecher.
All that we do here is for Kjerag's future.
That is my firm belief.

<Background 3>

[The Trilby Asher is running away from Degenbrecher... ]

"Trilby Asher" : ......

Degenbrecher : Run enough laps yet?

[...though clearly to no avail, as Degenbrecher is still right behind him. ]

"Trilby Asher" : Yes.
Also, I must retrieve my words from earlier, Madam Degenbrecher.

Degenbrecher : What's come into your clever little mind now?

"Trilby Asher" : The Black Knight indeed does not lie.
A brazen misunderstanding on my part.
I thought young Larina was the key to the plans unfolding in Kjerag...
Were it not for that, I wouldn't have the slightest intention of establishing contact, and yet so many clues have appeared...
Madam, you did not come to block me from approaching Arctosz or Rosalind.
You're here to deepen the misunderstanding, yes?

Degenbrecher : Done talking?
Smart people always talk so much. I don't get why. I can't be bothered.
Now, pick up your weapon.
Let me see how sharp Victoria's claws are.

"Trilby Asher" : No, no, no.
I surrender.
Is there a need for us to fight? This is a complete misunderstanding.
You were right, I should head down the mountain for lunch.

Degenbrecher : ......

「The Trilby Asher calmly raises his hands and walks past Degenbrecher.
But as his back faces hers, he suddenly stops moving. 」

"Trilby Asher" : However...
This is only a little guess of mine, Madam Degenbrecher.
To the best of my knowledge, Enciodes is not one to act without purpose.
If Madam Larina is truly uninvolved, I believe he wouldn't use her as bait.
She is certainly not suspicious. So, could it be the Paleroche clan behind her?
Could it be... there's something amiss with the Paleroche spirits, or rather, the transport route they arranged for the alcohol?
Madam Larina's appearance was an unexpected affair.
And it is precisely because of that, you worry that once I meet her, I might just stumble upon Clan Paleroche in the course of my investigation and discover something I shouldn't have.
This is why you've performed an entire show for me.

「Degenbrecher does not answer, and merely raises her weapons, slowly. 」

"Trilby Asher" : The Paleroches are in charge of transporting various resources for Kjerag.
And all transport railways in the country converge on the same spot, Lake Silberneherze. To elaborate, what's important is... the island in the middle of the lake underneath the Kjeragandr statue.
Perhaps there are some secrets hidden there.

Degenbrecher : Would an intelligence officer divulge his own answers?

"Trilby Asher" : No.
Everyone has their own strengths. For example, you'd be stronger than most of Victoria. However—
You cannot control the subtle expressions you're not even aware you're making.

Degenbrecher : ......

"Trilby Asher" : I believe my guess is correct.

「Degenbrecher wields her weapons with no mercy in mind, but the Trilby Asher is one step ahead of her.
He dodges the blast waves, the snow flying everywhere, and her murderous intent as he leaps down the mountain.
Degenbrecher gives chase. 」

<Background >

Burdenbeast Renter : The burdenbeast observation car is about to depart for Lake Silberneherze.
Our professionally trained burdenbeasts can bring you to every scenic spot and all the best views!
Travelers who want to enjoy spectacular vistas to on the way to the lake, don't miss this chance!

[The Trilby Asher runs up to the renter. ]

"Trilby Asher" : I need to head over to Lake Silberneherze. Give me your fastest burdenbeast.

Burdenbeast Renter : You'll have to pay extra for that, sir.

"Trilby Asher" : Name your price. I'm currently being hunted by a sinister woman, so do me a favor, friend.
If someone asks where I went, just tell them you don't know. Alright?

Burdenbeast Renter : I've seen something like this before, on those discs my daughter sent me.
(Whistle)

[A burdenbeast moos and comes over. ]

Burdenbeast Renter : That's the one. Fastest girl I got, Takme.
And don't worry, sir. My lips are sealed.

"Trilby Asher" : Many thanks.

「The Trilby Asher nimbly jumps into the seat on the burdenbeast's back.
The beast begins to move, and breaks into a run towards the lake. 」

Burdenbeast Renter : Pfft. Foreigners are so funny. I'll have to tell my girl about this when she comes back.

[Moments later, Degenbrecher runs up to the renter. ]

Degenbrecher : Have you seen a foreigner dressed in a black coat?

Burdenbeast Renter : It's really happening! Sorry, I didn't—
Eh? Madam Degenbrecher?

Degenbrecher : You know me?

Burdenbeast Renter : Don't you remember, when my Takme got stuck in a quagmire while transporting goods last year? You happened to be passing by and pulled her out!

Degenbrecher : Oh, right. That happened.
So, you didn't see anyone, right? Then—

Burdenbeast Renter : Wait.

Degenbrecher : Hm?

Burdenbeast Renter : That bastard actually called you sinister, and I even let him borrow Takme!
I'm going to teach him a lesson for sure!

「He picks up a transceiver. 」

Burdenbeast Renter : Takme! Stop, that's a bad guy!

"Trilby Asher" : Phew. A burdenbeast's adaptability is not to be underestimated, but the crucial trait is its robust endurance.
Perhaps it could serve as a strategic resource—
Eh?

「The burdenbeast underneath him suddenly turns restless with impatience. 」

[Degenbrecher and the burdenbeast renter are in hot pursuit behind him. ]

Burdenbeast Renter : Madam Degenbrecher, Takme's over here!

Degenbrecher : Thanks.

"Trilby Asher" : Gah—Have I been caught?

[Takme bellows angrily. ]

"Trilby Asher" : Bloody—

[The Trilby Asher gets tossed off. ]

"Trilby Asher" : Grr—

Degenbrecher : Give up already. I'll be watching whatever it is you're up to today.

"Trilby Asher" : Even if my only desire is to see the local sights?

Degenbrecher : I know Kjerag pretty well.

"Trilby Asher" : I can't be doing this.

[The Trilby Asher runs off... ]

Degenbrecher : *sigh*

[...with Degenbrecher chasing after him. ]

<Background 5>

Lively Local : I'm definitely learning how to ice-skate today.

Calm Local : You've been saying that for a month already, and summer's already on its way.
You'll have to wait for a long, long time for the lake to freeze over.

Lively Local : And that's why I'll definitely get it down today!

Calm Local : Okay, okay, okay.

[The Trilby Asher runs over to the two locals. ]

"Trilby Asher" : Sorry, I need to borrow these for a bit.

Lively Local : Hey, my skates!

"Trilby Asher" : Here's some money for a new pair.

[The Tribly Asher puts on the skates and scampers off... ]

「During his thorough investigation of Kjerag, the Trilby Asher has seen many locals skating on the ice underneath the warm winter sun.
He's thought that an activity like this could be somewhat enjoyable, and has wanted to try it, if he had the time.
An opportunity has unexpectedly presented itself to him.
But soon, he discovers he has made a gross misjudgment— 」

[...but immediately trips. ]

"Trilby Asher" : Oh, um—

Lively Local : I thought you knew how to skate, man.
He's obviously new, so unstable.

Fallen "Trilby Asher" : Stable? Oh, I see.
Gah, sod it.

Degenbrecher : Move.

Calm Local : Eh?

Lively Local : Whoaaaaa! Someone's flying in from up high!

[The Trilby Asher stands up again. ]

"Trilby Asher" : Stability, balance, right, yes, I've got it!

「With a loud bang, Degenbrecher's attack smashes a gigantic hole into the icy surface.
The Trilby Asher dodges the blow in the nick of time. 」

<Background fades out and in>

"Trilby Asher" : Wow, I got it down!
How delightful. I'll definitely promote this sport after I return home!
Of course, I have to survive the day first.

<Background fades out and in>

Lively Local : H-H-He, he actually learned how to skate!

Calm Local : I've never seen someone get it down that quickly...

Degenbrecher : Hmph. Is there a spare pair around?

Calm Local : Ah, why don't I, lend you mine?

Degenbrecher : Thanks.

[Degenbrecher puts on the skates... ]

Calm Local : Do you...

Degenbrecher : I do.

[...and zips off. ]

Calm Local : So fast!

After operation

Summary

The dusty history of Leto's parents finally comes to light, and she judges her father for his past actions. Degenbrecher chases the Trilby Asher relentlessly, until they approach the lake island, and Kjarr asks the Saintess to leave while insisting on staying behind herself.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 1>

「It was more than twenty years ago.
I remember that winter was so much colder than in previous years. The snow never stopped, and the wind was almost strong enough to blow you away.
The weather was so bad no one would willingly go outdoors.
Everyone stayed inside with their furnaces lit from day to night. There was always tea heating atop the stove for convenient pick-me-ups.
The burdenbeast sheds were specially reinforced before winter came, and the beasts huddled together, hibernating in groups.
Time seemed to slow down in Kjerag that year. Every passing day felt like a slog to go through, and yet the subsequent days would bring the same wind and snow.
I was still young then, and I just couldn't bear to live that way anymore. I snuck out with a few men in tow that day, with a plan to hunt in the mountains.
But the snow overwhelmed us, and there wasn't a single target to be found. I got separated from the others halfway, and could only continue ascending the mountain with all the effort I could barely muster.
And then, it was here...
I met Tatyana on this very spot. 」

<Background fades to white>

<Background fades back>

Arctosz : Gah, what lousy weather today!
Don't even have a single strand of meatbeast hair on my hands, Dad's going to call me a...

[Something rustles in the bushes nearby. ]

Arctosz : Huh?
What's that noise...?

[The rustling gets louder. ]

Arctosz : Huh! Who's there?!
Enough with your tricks! Come out and face me if you have the guts to—Yowch!

「As if responding to Arctosz's words, a snowball falls from a tree branch up high and hits his head.
A clear female voice rings from above. 」

??? : Hahaha, right on target.
Hey, I'm over here.
Why didn't you hide, you big dummy?

Arctosz : Y-You...!

??? : Me? What about me?
You're a funny guy. Did you think you'd be able to hunt in weather this bad?
Young man, I'll give you some advice on account of your handsome face.
You should hurry home.

「Arctosz raises his head.
The snow and wind gradually subside, and bright rays pierce through the entwined branches of the trees before him, casting fragmented shadows on his face.
A vaguely female figure seems to pop up from a patch of soft snow.
Snowflakes scatter all around as she moves. The young Tatyana smiles as she looks down to meet the young man's gaze below.
Arctosz suddenly feels his eyes go dry.
The snowy white he is so used to is suddenly so dazzling. 」

<Background fades out>

「The sunlight was so, so bright that day. 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 6>

[Sciurus, Enya, and Kjarr walk towards the Statue of Kjeragandr. ]

Sciurus : Saintess, please have a look!
The main body of Kjeragandr's statue was built by us Browntails. It stands about thirty meters tall, and the adamant materials we used ensure no risk of damage for the next century at the very least.
Hundreds of devotees volunteered to work together with professional craftsmen to carve out the statue's form you see today, so it's surely the most accurate reconstruction of Kjeragandr there is!
Although everyone was arguing about whether Kjeragandr should be humanoid or not... that boorish Arctosz even nearly got into a fight over it...
But I guarantee you, from today onwards, this statue will be the most eye-catching attraction in Kjerag!

Enya : Mhm. Thank you for all the hard work.

[Kjarr wishes to object, but Enya sharply nudges her. ]

Enya : *cough* This statue... is the best symbol Kjerag can show to the outside world, and it couldn't have happened without everyone's efforts.
Kjeragandr will certainly be pleased as well.

[Kjarr frowns. ]

Enya : Especially with you and your sister, Madam Sciurus.
I've heard the both of you spent a lot of effort on the construction, and practically stayed on-site until it was completed. It must have been difficult.

Sciurus : Hmm, hm-hmm...
It wasn't much. Just doing our jobs.
Besides, it's much easier than being forced to study...

Enya : Study?

Sciurus : No, no, nothing.
*cough* Well then, Great Saintess. Allow me to give you a tour?
Please follow me!

<Background fades out and in>

Kjarr : Saintess, preparations for tomorrow are complete. You should return to Mount Karlan.

Enya : You're nagging me again, Kjarr.
It's rare I get to leave the mountain, so let me stay for a bit longer.
Or are you trying to advise the Saintess on how she should act, just as the Elders do, Kjarr?

Kjarr : I won't ramble away like they do.
Your gravitas only continues to increase, and there is no one to stop you from descending Karlan anymore.
Yesterday you came down to meet Enciodes personally. If this happened in the past, the Elders would have already raised a swift objection.

Enya : They merely fear that I, the Saintess, will have my personal inclinations.
But it is precisely because there is no one controlling me that I cannot hold any bias... and I won't have any personal biases either.
Whether the people here or in the eyes of others, I must represent the whole of Kjerag as Saintess, and not any specific faction or clan.

Kjarr : Saintess...

Enya : Even though Enciodes and I don't actually have conflicting opinions on many matters and can agree on many issues regarding Kjerag...
It doesn't mean we can be as close as we were, let alone treat each other as siblings.
I can't do that, and neither can he.
It also... includes my own emotions, but it is not just about that.
So I thank you for preparing our meal yesterday, Kjarr.
But you need not do that again.

Kjarr : Enya...
Is it really alright to continue like this, Enya?
Even though you're representing Kjerag now, there are still many who only know of Karlan Trade. Clan Silverash has already started to dip their fingers in every facet of the country, and will only grow stronger in the future.

Enya : ......
I have some thoughts on that.
What's important right now is to develop Kjerag as fast as we can. Some matters are just unavoidable, or things I let slide.
We still need entities like Karlan Trade after all.
Besides, I'm fine with Enciodes keeping himself there for the time being...

Kjarr : But won't it be dangerous to continue like that?

Enya : That's why I have my own plans.

Kjarr : Oh, you mean the new school you've been in charge of the past few years? And the reforms over at the Vine-Bead Court?

Enya : Hehe.
It's fortunate I realized we have so many wise people here.
Compared to a Kjerag with the voice of a sole Saintess or a single Clan Silverash, wouldn't it be better to have a Kjerag with a myriad of voices of Kjeragandr's people?
It's the same as prayer. Didn't you say that making your wishes out loud instead of keeping them in your heart would let Kjeragandr hear them in earnest?
I hope more people will get the chance to voice their hopes for Kjerag.
This is what I wish for, my prayer to Kjeragandr.

Kjarr : Well... that's a good wish indeed.
It will certainly reach Kjeragandr.

Enya : That's great to hear.
Will you help me, Kjarr?

Kjarr : Of course. Didn't we agree as much already?
I'm your maid after all.

Enya : Thank you, Kjarr.

Kjarr : If you really want to thank me, why not...
...Huh?
......
Oh dear, they're headed this way.

Enya : Kjarr?
Is someone headed our way?

Kjarr : Yes, with an aggressive aura to boot.
They're fast... they're heading straight here, hm... it feels like a fight is about to erupt.

Enya : Will there be any issues if that happens near the statue?

Kjarr : Who knows.
Anyway, you should return, Great Saintess. We also need to send someone to inform Madam Sciurus as well.
It'll be bad if you or someone else gets hurt.

Enya : I see.
What about you?

Kjarr : I will stay.
If something happens... oh, it would be terrible if something happened to damage Kjeragandr's statue.
So let me stay here to keep an eye on things, and I'll make sure "nothing big" happens to the statue!

Enya : ......
Kjarr...
...Hold on, you can't be...

Kjarr : —!
Oh, they're here! I'll say no more, Saintess, I have to go watch them!

[Kjarr hurries off. ]

Enya : Hey, Kjarr!
She's gone.
......
She can't possibly be... looking for an opportunity to do a little something to the statue?
Is she that unsatisfied with the statue's face...?

<Background 3>

[Leto and Arctosz are trudging through the snow. ]

Leto : This part's easier to walk in, without as many trees around.
Careful, the snow ahead is pretty deep.
Uh, you... are you really my papa?
I-I mean, Mamochka said...

Arctosz : Tatyana mentioned me?!
Wh-What did she say?

Leto : Not much, I didn't even know I still had a papa until I was grown, I thought he might have died long ago.
I thought that was the reason she never mentioned a father, and she never really brought up Kjerag before either.
We've been just the two of us for all these years, I never thought...

Arctosz : Really...?
Maybe, she... she still resented me.
As she should have! After all, I was the one who let the both of you down back then. I deserve her resentment.
It seems Tatyana lived a good life, even without me...

Leto : ......
Before I came here, she told me how the snow feels different in Kjerag. The snow you find on the mountain summits is different from the snow down here.
She told me...
Kjerag is my home too, that even though I grew up in Ursus, I was born here.

Arctosz : Tatyana...
That sure is something she would say. She liked the summit snows so much... and always told me how different it was.
It's a pity a thug like me didn't get it, back then.

Leto : Hah, I don't get it either.
But I remember what she told me, I might have forgotten what happened when I was small, but those experiences don't just disappear.
She always said, everything you've been through will always be shaping you as a person.
Even if you forget it, its influence remains.
She said the Rosalind of today has every stage of her life to thank, and even the little insignificant things that happened in-between have also greatly contributed to who I am today.
And that's why even if she couldn't make it here, she hoped that I could at least know a part of me came from Kjerag.
That's what she said, and that's why I'm here.

Arctosz : Tatyana...
......
When your mother and I first met here, we... you could say it was a mutual attraction. It didn't take long for us to fall in love.
I'd hoped to marry Tatyana and spend the rest of our lives together. I was really looking forward to it—I've never wanted anything as much as I did to be with her.
But that was no easy feat in Kjerag, back then.

Leto : But why?
If you liked each other, then just stay together. It can't get any simpler than that, right?

Arctosz : Yes... it should have been the simplest thing to do.
But Rosalind, you don't understand Kjerag, or at least the way Kjerag was two decades ago.
We were still secluding ourselves in our little corner of the land, and basically had no contact with outsiders.
You don't get Catastrophes in Kjerag, and everyone thought it was thanks to Kjeragandr protecting Her people. We believed the place was sacred, unlike the outside world, where Catastrophes are commonplace.
I've always believed Kjerag back then was quiet and peaceful.
But the way things are now, I have to admit, we were closed-off, and... blind.
Our lives were just farming, herding, and praying to Kjeragandr.
Outsiders were rare to see, and we weren't exactly friendly to them either.

Leto : ......
So Mamochka...

Arctosz : You know her best, I'm sure.
Tatyana was so passionate, frank, ostentatious, and didn't bother to fit in.
She captivated me completely.
But at the same time, she was too strange and too different for Kjerag then...

Leto : Hmph.
So? Are you trying to tell me you held back because of that? You didn't dare to marry a foreigner?
Wait, where'd I come into the picture then? You had me without marrying her?!
I'm serious, beardy. You better not be joking.

Arctosz : Rosalind, wait! Don't be hasty... it's not what you think!
It didn't happen like that! Easy now!

Leto : Then what happened?

Arctosz : I *cough*, *cough* of course I married your mother!
Many objected to it, but it ultimately wasn't an impossible task. After all, the head of Clan Silverash married a foreigner too.
My marriage would have been an embarrassment for the Paleroche clan, but I still managed to convince my father, our patriarch at the time, to go through with it.
You met him already, Rosalind. It was him who brought you back home yesterday, even though I was so drunk I didn't recognize you at all.

Leto : You mean... That old man...?
Is my grandfather?!

Arctosz : Yes.
I appreciate that he ultimately let us marry, and kept it a secret from the others too.
One of my biggest regrets is not inviting more guests to our wedding.
But Tatyana told me it was fine, that she didn't care about the formalities as long as we loved each other. Nothing else mattered, as long as we could be together for good.
And then, we had you.
The days I spent together with you two were the best I could have ever imagined.

Leto : ......

Arctosz : But our good times didn't last long. The Silverash couple got into an accident soon after you were born.
Kjerag was already in a state of turmoil due to the Silverash reforms, and there were many who regarded them as a thorn in their side.
Most didn't dare to challenge the Tri-Clan Leaders directly, but attacking a foreigner in private was much easier to do.
They said it was an accident, but truth be told... it was far from that simple.

Leto : I don't know much about it, but I remember the Doctor telling me that the Paleroches are conservative.
So Clan Paleroche must have been against the reforms too.

Arctosz : ...Yes.
I'm not trying to lecture you now, Rosalind, but there are some things you have a right to know.
It was beneficial for the Paleroches to suppress the Silverashes then, and I alone could not have changed our decision to do so.
So... we Paleroches are the most devout believers and guardians of Kjeragandr, while the Browntails are the astute followers who make sensible decisions.
While the Silverashes had gone astray and tried to destroy our faith in vain, putting Kjerag in danger.
This was how our three clans were seen back then, and also the way the situation really was in Kjerag.
And I, as the next head of the Paleroche clan, could not harm the family's interests.
There was not much I could do.

Leto : And so you abandoned me and Mamochka.

Arctosz : I did not!
I never abandoned you, and there's no way I would've abandoned Tatyana!
But those people, would they be satisfied with a mere "accident"?
The Silverashes were dead, and I... married an Ursine woman.
They didn't know how great Tatyana was, and didn't care for her affection towards Kjerag.
She was just an Ursine woman in the eyes of many, an outsider representing Kjerag's doom.
Rosalind, I am a warrior. I've shed so much blood, and have never feared anything.
But back then, all I had were sleepless nights.
Because I finally came to know fear.
I was afraid...

Leto : ......
............

Arctosz : The best choice I could make at the time was to have you leave, to go far away from Kjerag.
Even if we couldn't see each other again, even if I couldn't be by your side anymore.
For I knew the two of you could live a normal and peaceful life somewhere at least...
Instead of running into any strange accidents somewhere I couldn't see—or even right under my nose.
So I wouldn't be left with just an "accident"...

Leto : ...You...

Arctosz : That's the story of me and Tatyana.
Rosalind, I owe you and your mother too much. I, Arctosz, will never deny this.

「The warrior's weapon falls onto the snow with a muffled sound.
Arctosz takes out his poleaxe, and throws it at his daughter's feet.
Under the sun, it reflects both faces of father and daughter on its blade like a mirror. 」

Arctosz : Resent me, blame me, I deserve it all.
Berate me, or even strike me with this axe. I won't dodge.
But, then... can you give me another chance, Rosalind?

Leto : ......

Arctosz : I... don't mean to make this difficult for you!
I just wanted you to know I still love you both. I did then and I always will.
My feelings towards you and your mother have never changed.
So...
If you're willing, Rosalind—
Could you... call me father, just once?

Leto : ......
Call you... father?
......
I...

Arctosz : Rosalind...

Leto : Go to hell! In your dreams!

[Rosalind punches Arctosz hard. ]

Arctosz : —?!
R-Rosalind?!

Leto : So you talked yourself in circles for a whole day, just for that?!
HUH?!
Didn't want to make things difficult for me? You even threw down your rotten axe, because you're so sure I wouldn't use it to cut you open, huh?

Arctosz : No, that's not what I...!

Leto : I don't care what you meant!
It sounds so neat, convincing your family to let you marry, being forced to make us leave.
Hah. You think I'm dumb?
All I can think of hearing your story is how Mamochka dealt with it all.
You left her all alone in a hostile environment for so many years, and she even raised a kid for you.
She willingly put herself in danger, even with her life on the line! But you're telling me in the end all she could do was leave??
Have you ever considered why she, an Ursine, had to endure being treated like that in your Kjerag?!

Arctosz : I...

Leto : My mamochka loved to go on adventures, she liked to try new things, she liked to explore anywhere she could. She could never stay in one place for too long.
She loved making friends, loved shopping, loved to eat all sorts of food.
Could your Kjerag from twenty years ago even satisfy any of that?
Do you care about any of those things at all?!
Why does it sound like you're the only character in your story, with nothing else?!
You said she's passionate, that she's frank, but I couldn't tell you were talking about Tatyana Yevgenyevna Larina at all!
You're happy as long as you have your wife and daughter by your side?
Hah...
I'm blown away that you actually had the guts to say that!

Arctosz : Tatyana...
It was me, it was my...

Leto : It's too late for tears.
Do you know what life in Ursus was like for us?
Living peaceful lives somewhere? That's enough for you?
Bullshit!
Do you know just how many people were talking behind our backs when Mamochka was raising me on her own?
You couldn't.
I grew up without a papa. Do you know how "popular" fatherless kids are at school?

Arctosz : You were bullied?! They dared—?!

Leto : Save it.
No one dared bully me.
But listen, it had nothing to do with you. It was thanks to my fists. Even General Zima helped me more than you ever did.
Ever since I was small, I knew I had to rely on myself because I didn't have a papa. I knew I had to count on my fists to shut up those cowards who only knew how to use their mouths.
Do you know how many fights I got into growing up? Haha, how could you even?!

Arctosz : Rosalind...! I—

Leto : You don't have to speak. It's pointless anyway.
I just wanted to tell you, I don't care whether you were compelled by circumstance, or were trying to bear whatever burdens you had.
Since you were missing from our lives for over a decade, there's no need for you to step up now.
My papa failed to show up back when I still wanted one.
And now, I don't need one anymore.
You're still hoping I'll forgive you?
Still hoping to use me as a bridge to reconnect with my mamochka, and have her forgive you too?
Dream on!

<Background 3>

Arctosz : No! I wouldn't dare make such an unreasonable demand!
But I, I just want to do something for you...
...No, hold on.
Rosalind, what did you just say? Have your mother forgive me?
But isn't she... isn't your mother dead?!

Leto : You're cursing her too?!
Who told you she was dead? HUH?!

Arctosz : But didn't you say, you brought her remains back here, and you've been using past tense...?

Leto : Right, "remains"...
..."Remains"?

[The two fall into an awkward silence. ]

Leto : Uh, hold up, let me check.

[Rosalind pulls out a language book from her pocket. ]

Leto : ......
...Uh, I mean, what was it, I brought back a token of hers.
Man, the Kjerag language is hard as hell. I know my pronunciation's a little off, and the tenses might be hard, but is it that bad...?

Arctosz : Tatyana is still alive? I-Is she doing well?

Leto : Super well. She just broke her leg in a fall right before our trip. That's why I'm here on my own.
But what happened in Chernobog a few years ago... Hmph, forget it. You wouldn't understand, even if I told you.
I'll keep it short. I ran into some trouble a few years ago, and Mamochka ran straight into a Catastrophe to find me... I was pretty lucky to get rescued by Rhodes Island, but she contracted Oripathy.

Arctosz : How could that...?
So, where do you live now? Rhodes Island...? Right, they can treat Oripathy! So are you two staying with them now? Are they treating you well?
I know the Doctor there! Right, right, I'll get in contact right away!

Leto : Give me a break. You can't possibly know the Doctor better than I do.
Whatever, we'll pick this back up later. Another word and I'll lose my temper again.
What's important now is to find our way out of here, and it's no good to let that Victorian run around either, right?
Actually, I came up with an idea and was going to tell you about it, but you interrupted me.

Arctosz : What? How do we get out?

Leto : Over there.
You stand on that spot.

[Arctosz turns around to see where she is pointing. ]

Arctosz : But Rosalind, that's just a cliff—

Leto : Huh? Of course I know that.

「Leto stands behind the man claiming to be her father. She raises her leg again and kicks him in the back without a shred of hesitation.
Arctosz, completely unaware, only has a split second to look at her with a startled expression before his figure slips and falls down the cliff. 」

Arctosz : AHHH—!!
Rosalind, careful—it's—oof!

Leto : Damn, you're pretty loud.
Stop yelling, you sound like I was going to end you...
I took a look earlier, and the short drop wouldn't do much with all that snow below.
What's wrong with you Kjerags? Do you guys not do any snowjumping here?
Ah.
Right—
Don't forget to settle your child support for the past decade or so, I'll send the bill to your clan later—
......
Hah... that felt great.
And now, hmm...
I'd better tell the Doctor and the rest what happened here, just to be safe.
Sigh. I was supposed to be a tourist here, though, what the hell am I doing?

[Rosalind turns on her transceiver. ]

Leto : Oh, I got through.
Doctor?
Are you here yet?
Yeah, I'm fine. But there's something I need to tell you...

Operation story: RS-7

Before operation

Summary

Degenbrecher and the Trilby Asher fight atop the statue of Kjeragandr, and the Trilby Asher is sent flying. Kjarr watches from below with great interest. The Viscount and Leto dredge up the Trilby Asher and the Saintess arrives to personally invite them all to the bonfire banquet.

<Background 1>

Sciurus : Hey, maid, everyone else about has already scarpered off. Why are you still here?

Kjarr : Shouldn't you have left as well, Madam Sciurus?

Sciurus : Do I really have to, just because you tell me to?
This statue is the fruit of everyone's labors. If anything happened to it, how could I break the bad news to them?

Kjarr : Is it the fruits of everyone's labors, or Enciodes's?

Sciurus : No wonder I saw the Saintess hold you back just now. Think I saw her tell you something too.

Kjarr : You sound hardly surprised.

Sciurus : I'm not an idiot. She looked completely blindsided, but how could that possibly be?
It's just that, looking at it from her perspective, the best position she can be in is knowing a little bit, but not too much.
And so she sent you to go the last mile for her, huh? Well, what is it then?

Kjarr : Of the people currently drawing close, one is Degenbrecher, while the other is a Trilby Asher from Victoria.

Sciurus : A Trilby Asher?! He couldn't... No, he wouldn't go that far...
Did the Saintess ask you to stay, just so you could warn me about this?

Kjarr : Let's go with that.
Allow me to look after the statue in your stead.

<Background 2>

[Degenbrecher clashes against the Trilby Asher. ]

Degenbrecher : This ends here.

"Trilby Asher" : Urk...!
Sure enough, you are the Black Knight. I will not underestimate you.
But that is precisely why you should realize that you cannot best me.

Degenbrecher : Oh?
I like the confidence.
But my patience runs thin.
The way you scurry and flit about has already started to bore me.

"Trilby Asher" : My apologies, Madam. I have been derelict in my duty, if you feel that way.
However, if I may speak freely, Madam Degenbrecher, I feel no murderous intent in your swings.
You were invincible during your days in Kazimierz, the Black Knight that struck terror into her opponents with her mighty blade, but now you're reduced to using these edgeless toys—Grkh!

[The Tribly Asher narrowly dodges a swing of her blade. ]

Degenbrecher : These edgeless toys will be enough for the likes of you.
I only ever used that Leithanian greatsword in competitions. The sponsors demanded it.
"The greatsword-wielding Leithanian warrior", "the Artsless freak" ...Call me what you will. It matters not.
But it's time to cut this dance short. You seem to have forgotten something.
The reason why I started using these degenbrechers in the first place—

"Trilby Asher" : What...Ugh!

「The frosty bite of her blow stops his words before they leave his mouth.
The frigid winds of Kjerag stab him, the unfeeling mountain snows crush him, and the ice-cold degenbrechers slam into him with all the force of a glacier.
There is no resisting such an attack. 」

"Trilby Asher" : —?!
Gah...

Degenbrecher : This is but a warning.
There are many who wish to cause trouble for Enciodes, and if I could crush them all dead, there would be a lot less trouble for me.
But unfortunately, there are some people who are much more useful alive than dead.
You, for example.

"Trilby Asher" : *cough*, *cough*... I see.
I thank you for your mercy, Madam Degenbrecher.

Degenbrecher : These weapons.
I use them for a very simple reason.
They have no edge, so it's much easier for me to keep men like you alive.
If I were to use a little more force with these blunt weapons, most would become nothing more than mincemeat.
That's how it's always been, from the very start.
Among those who step up to fight me, many would be easily crushed.
It does not matter if you are a caster of Leithanien, or a knight of Kazimierz. In the end, you are the same.
Faith, ideals, grit and perseverance, firm determination. They all fall before sheer brute force.
It's hilarious.
Being broken too easily is its own complication.

「The woman who took her weapon's name looks down disdainfully upon the Victorian before her. He had been by no means an easy foe to handle, so it was up to her, and only her, to face him.
But even so, it has not been particularly difficult to defeat him.
The road from being a destitute, Artsless nobody to becoming the Black Knight, three-time consecutive champion, was not an easy one to walk.
Compared to that, anything that came after was only a trifle. 」

"Trilby Asher" : Hah... By your standards as the Black Knight, the "natural-born warrior", there can't be many who aren't considered "fragile".

Degenbrecher : Hardly.
If you had been even the slightest bit more serious, I would have had to put in a lot more effort.

"Trilby Asher" : Unfortunately for me, as an intelligence officer, it is not in battle where I have to get serious.

[The Trilby Asher quickly picks himself up and starts running again. ]

<Background 1>

[Kjarr is keeping contact with Enya through a transceiver. ]

Kjarr : Wow, they've already climbed up all the scaffolding.
These Trilby Ashers are skilled indeed.
There is not a person in all of Kjerag who could scarper from the mountains to this island while getting hunted by Degenbrecher.
Could there be many such people in Victoria?
Truly, there are terrors all about these lands.

Enya : Indeed. There are terrors all about these lands, and we must cope with them in our own way every day. I have half a mind to find a replacement for myself as Saintess.

Kjarr : Oh, perish the thought. Wasn't it you who sought to be Saintess in the first place?
You truly do resemble your brother in that regard. You both love giving yourselves things to do.

Enya : I am nothing like him.

Kjarr : Oh, yes, alright, he's very much like you, then. Is that better?

Enya : Kjarr.

Kjarr : Yes?

Enya : Do you still remember our agreement?

Kjarr : Hmm? Which one?

Enya : This is no time for jokes, Kjarr.

Kjarr : Yes, of course I remember. "Kjeragandr need only watch over her people, nothing more".

Enya : Yes.
At the time, I had already begun doing some things under the table... If we depended on Her even for this matter, then whether it was him or me, our ideals would be but empty words and bluster.

Kjarr : It's not quite so easy being a bystander, you know.

Enya : I ask Her only to be patient for a little while longer.

Kjarr : Alright then, although I'm not sure if She can even hear our little agreement.
Anyway, I just came to see if we could change this statue a bit is all.

Enya : I can't believe you haven't given up on that ye—

[Kjarr cuts off the transmission. ]

Kjarr : This is one matter that I'm definitely not giving up on.

[Degenbrecher and the Tribly Asher battle atop the Kjeragandr statue. ]

Kjarr : Wow. I think the statue might be a bit slanted after Degenbrecher's kick just now.
That Trilby Asher isn't half bad either. Him grabbing the statue's finger to adjust the balance of his body sure was a surprise. That there's the real deal.
Do you think they could help me thin out the face a bit?
*sigh* I was far too naïve from the start, thinking that it didn't matter what I looked like on the outside. Made me not really care much about my appearance.
After many interactions with others, my aesthetic senses changed alongside the people, and so we end up with the look I have today.
But those drawings in those ancient tomes persisted all the while. I should have taken those books away from the Edelweiss clan when they were out of the house.
Who expected them to suddenly decide to build a statue of Kjeragandr anyway?!
Those two sure climbed up to the top of the statue real quick.
Ah, that's right, shave the cheek on that side down a little bit more.
Damn it, don't shave down the sides of Her hair too! I quite like those!
Hmm... From this angle it doesn't look half bad though, does it?
Where was I? Right, after getting to know Enya, I started to look after my appearance more.
I would always go with her when she would sneak out for walks, recommending me various cute ornaments and trinkets. After who knows how long, I started to like those things myself.
Hmm. Maybe we can replace that lock of hair that got shaved off with a big piece of jewelry.
I should write that down somewhere.

Kjarr : Must be tough being a Trilby Asher. Looked like he was about to jump down from the top of the head himself, but then Degenbrecher sent him flying with a mean kick.
Poor guy.

<Background 1>

Kjarr : Now that I think about it, those other fellows that Degenbrecher fought. I wonder if they felt the same way as this Trilby Asher?
Knowing that you are not truly a match, but with no other option but to struggle for your life, unsure if you'll have the opportunity to get out in one piece?
Until finally you realize that there really is no such opportunity.

Degenbrecher : No.

[Degenbrecher walks towards Kjarr. ]

Degenbrecher : Those with more mercenary motivations for battle are much weaker than him.
Are you satisfied?

Kjarr : Yes?

Degenbrecher : You seemed to be quite pleased while you were watching us give the statue a light trim.
Is it to your liking now?

Kjarr : It's not bad, I'd say.

Degenbrecher : Good.

Kjarr : Where are you going?

Degenbrecher : Despite the fall, he is not the type to die so easily. He will be back soon enough.
I'll resume keeping an eye on him.

Kjarr : You're certain he won't best you next time?
He was no match for you during that fight earlier, but I fear that if he had truly put his heart into it, he would have proven the victor quite easily.
Moreover, there's hardly a guarantee that he's not bait, correct?

Degenbrecher : I will leave that sort of thinking up to Enciodes.

Kjarr : Enciodes cannot be here at the moment. Surely you know that better than me.

Degenbrecher : ......

Kjarr : Allow me to take the lead.

Degenbrecher : You?

Kjarr : Or, to be more precise, allow the Saintess.

「Kjarr buzzes the communications terminal in her hand. 」

Kjarr : Did you get all that, Saintess?

Enya : Allow me to take the lead.
You did well, Degenbrecher.

Degenbrecher : My pleasure.

Enya : Will you be coming to the bonfire banquet tonight?

Degenbrecher : I'm afraid not. I'm not fond of busy parties.

Enya : What a shame.

Degenbrecher : What did you have in mind?

Enya : I would like you to watch over a foreign envoy. I believe diplomacy will prove more effective than force in this case.

Degenbrecher : He might not actually be a foreign envoy.

Enya : He might very well be.

Degenbrecher : Alright. I am in your hands, Saintess.

[The transmission ends. ]

Kjarr : Uh, you know the exit's in the other direction, right?

Degenbrecher : I know.

[Degenbrecher walks off anyway. ]

<Background 2>

[A crowd has gathered around a strange hole in the middle of Lake Silberneherze. ]

Inquisitive Local : Whew, he should be able to pull through, right?

Eager Local : Alright, stop rubbernecking, clear the way. Let's think of a way to get him out of that hole first.

Lively Local : Based on his clothes, he looks like some kind of foreigner. I don't think even we could handle water that cold...

[Viscount Harold approaches the crowd. ]

Harold : Hey, mind if I ask what's going on here?

Inquisitive Local : Some poor fellow just flew on over here from the island in the middle of the lake. Smashed a hole right through the ice.

Harold : What?! Tsch—
Alright, coming through, make way, excuse me, thank you.

<Background fades out and in>

「Harold squeezes his way through the crowd, and the moment he sees what all the fuss is about, he cannot help but laugh.
A perfect circle has been punched through the frozen surface of the lake, and in the center of that circle floats a "corpse".
And so it fell to him to come to the rescue. 」

Harold : This water, brrrr— These old bones ain't spry enough to handle that.
Excuse me, anyone got some kind of stick or the other on hand? He's a friend of mine and I'm here to get him out of there.

Eager Local : Hmm, nothing like that over here. Maybe you can head over to the nearby finning village, ask someone there if you can borrow a finning pole?

??? : No need, I've got something that can help!

Harold : Nice, thanks—Eh?! Rosalind?

Leto : Hey, dedushka. Fancy meeting you here.
I'll lend you my weapon. Let's get that guy out of there.

Harold : Cheers.

Spectating Locals : We'll help too!

<Background fades out and in>

「Using Rosalind's weapon, the people work together to dredge the 'corpse' up and out of the hole. 」

Leto : Looks like he still hasn't kicked the bucket.

Harold : I probably shouldn't be saying this, but if he really had died, I would have had a whole lot of beastshite on my hands.
Thankfully the one who did this had the same idea, so they held back a bit.
Let's get this fellow somewhere warm for now.

Leto : Yep.

<Background 3>

[Harold and Leto visit a store. ]

Harold : Ho, shopkeep, allow us to borrow your fireplace for a spell.

Shopkeeper : Sure.

Leto : Isn't this John? He should be up the mountain. How'd he get his ass kicked down here?

Harold : Up the mountain? You've met him before?

Leto : Yep.
I met him up there...

Harold : And then what?

Leto : Ah, no, nothing. It'd be a pain to explain.
What about you, dedushka? What're you going to do these next two days?

Harold : Me?
Haha, I'm just here to clap at the Kjeragandr statue unveiling ceremony tomorrow, as a Victorian delegate. After that, I guess I'll be heading back home straight away.
If I manage to find one last opportunity before I go, I'd like to walk about and buy some souvenirs for the wife and kid back home.

Leto : Sounds like you've got a lot of free time on your hands, dedushka.

Harold : When you're young, you feel like you have a thousand and one different things that you need to get done. But when you get to around my age, you'll learn that some free time never did any harm.

"Trilby Asher" : *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough*

Harold : Ah, the "dead" rise.

"Trilby Asher" : Bluggh—

[The Trilby Asher regains consciousness. ]

Leto : How's it hanging, "John"?

"Trilby Asher" : Madam Larina? And the Lord Viscount?
Good, good. I was just about to have a chat with my dearly-departed grandfather.

Leto : The hell happened to you anyway?

"Trilby Asher" : It's a bit of a long story.
Are you getting along with your father?

Leto : Eh, alright enough, I guess.

Harold : Father? Did I miss something?

"Trilby Asher" & Leto : It's a bit of a long story.

Harold : Seriously, what happened, "John"?
You've managed to become chummier with Rosalind than me, right under my nose.

"Trilby Asher" : ......

Leto : ......

[Just then, Pramanix arrives at the scene. ]

Pramanix : Finally found you.

Harold : Eh?! Saintess?

"Trilby Asher" : The Saintess?

Leto : Pramanix?

Pramanix : Ah, Leto! You're here too, perfect.

Leto : Me?

Pramanix : Lord Viscount, I hope you remember tonight's bonfire banquet by the lakeside. The one that will serve as a warm-up before tomorrow's ceremony?
I had heard that you had been having your fill of scenic tours of Kjerag lately, and I feared that you had forgotten, which is why I decided to give you this little reminder.

Harold : Of course I remember! Worry not, for I shall definitely be there.

Pramanix : Will you be coming too, Leto?

Leto : To the bonfire banquet? Sure, I'll come.

Pramanix : And I believe this Trilby Asher is a friend of yours?

Harold : Yes... quite.

Pramanix : As a friend of the Lord Viscount, naturally you too are a guest of Kjerag. I hope that you will do me the honor of attending our humble banquet.

"Trilby Asher" : Whatever reason could I have to refuse an invitation from the Saintess herself?

Pramanix : Very well. It's settled then.

After operation

Summary

Kjeragandr manifests Herself, commanding the Trilby Asher to leave, who then decides on an alternate method of investigation. At the bonfire banquet, the Trilby Asher delivers his collected investigation to the Viscount, who returns to the barracks, soon ordering his troops to load live ammunition.

<Background 1>

Kjarr : How long do you plan on sitting there?

Degenbrecher : He already knows of this place. He will turn up sooner or later.

Kjarr : And what will you do once he turns up?

Degenbrecher : Kill him.

Kjarr : Murdering a foreign dignitary is a serious crime, you know.

Degenbrecher : We shall see.

Kjarr : Why do you go so far for Kjerag's sake, when you're not from Kjerag yourself?

Degenbrecher : Is it still considered "for Kjerag's sake" if it's Enciodes's ambition?

Kjarr : Who can deny that up till now, despite him having his own lofty goals, that there is a part of them that is "for Kjerag's sake"?

Degenbrecher : That sort of praise is probably what he would least like to hear.

Kjarr : You still haven't answered my question, you know.

Degenbrecher : ......
When Enciodes once mentioned to me that perhaps Kjeragandr truly existed, I thought to myself that maybe one day, I could fight those so-called "gods" with my own two hands.
Now I see that was simply wishful thinking.

Kjarr : And why is that?

Degenbrecher : Enciodes had already dropped that particular plan, for one.

Kjarr : If he had stuck to it, do you think that you could face down a goddess who just might really exist?

Degenbrecher : Perhaps?
Here, I can only find that sort of excitement during avalanches. If I ever had the opportunity, I would definitely give it a try.

Kjarr : Do you think you will win?

Degenbrecher : No. I have stood against the avalanche, but I have never once triumphed.

Kjarr : I understand. You are simply in it for the challenge.
And you consider the matters that are happening in this land to be suitable for that purpose.

Degenbrecher : It's hardly as lofty as you think. This is just who I have grown to be, nothing more.

Kjarr : Very well said.
You may head back now, Degenbrecher.
You will not find your battlefield here.

Degenbrecher : ......
If that is what the Saintess wills, then forgive me for being unable to comply.
I will decide my own battlefield.

Kjarr : And what if I said that is what Kjeragandr wills?

Degenbrecher : I will then wonder, why are you the one conveying Kjeragandr's will?

Kjarr : I am the Saintess's maid, after all.

Degenbrecher : So what you are saying is that the will of the Saintess is the will of Kjeragandr?

Kjarr : Rather, that Kjeragandr supports the Great Saintess's opinion on the matter.
At least, that is my guess.

Degenbrecher : Hmph.

<Background fades out and in>

[The Trilby Asher approaches the Statue of Kjeragandr. ]

"Trilby Asher" : ......
The Black Knight is no fool. Rather than searching all over for me, she will instead be watching over here.
She knows that I will return, and return I must.
*sigh* If only I could return home alive.

<Background fades out and in>

[The Trilby Asher investigates the area. ]

"Trilby Asher" : ......
If I had only guessed that this place would be the center of my worries—
No, how could I have guessed? How could anyone have thought that Enciodes had the brass courage to use an entire nation's faith as a pretense for his own schemes?
He truly is someone that the Duke was wise to invest in.
And that Saintess. Is she really not aware of a single matter going on behind the scenes?

<Background fades out and in>

[He keeps searching... ]

"Trilby Asher" : ......
And Degenbrecher?
She couldn't possibly be quite so single-minded as to have missed the forest for the tree.

<Background flashes>

[...until suddenly, something appears. ]

"Trilby Asher" : This is... a rock?

「Why have you come, traveler from afar? 」

"Trilby Asher" : I am but a man of steadfast faith, here to admire Her visage.

「She tires, and wishes to rest for today.
Come back tomorrow. 」

"Trilby Asher" : I had heard that Kjeragandr welcomes believers from afar. Do you mean to say that this is no longer the case?

「The pious need not prove themselves, while the insincere need not waste their words.
You are not to take a step further today, says She. 」

"Trilby Asher" : And if I insist?

[The rock flashes... ]

"Trilby Asher" : Wha—

<Background fades to white>

<Background 3>

「」

"Trilby Asher" : ......

「The Trilby Asher looks all about him. The main path by Lake Silberneherze is bustling with activity most days, and today is no exception, which is why it causes no small amount of turned heads when he suddenly appears out of nowhere.
Suddenly, he smacked himself in the face hard. 」

Passerby A : Hey, when did that guy pop up there?

Passerby B : Look, he's slapping himself for some reason.

Passerby A : Think he's some kinda lunatic?

"Trilby Asher" : ......
Haha.

「The Trilby Asher takes no note of the people around him, simply turning his body in the direction of the statue of Kjeragandr. In imitation of those devout followers, he performs a quick gesture of prayer. 」

"Trilby Asher" : Kjeragandr's blessings be upon you.

「This was the first time he had done such an act since stepping into this land.
After doing so, he turns to leave without a moment's hesitation.
He had not yet noticed that, from not too far away, there was a pair of eyes watching his every move. 」

Kjarr : ......
Degenbrecher isn't a very talkative woman, so she probably won't tell Enya about this, would she?
I don't think I went too far either, did I?
*sigh* I've said this before, but staying a spectator is harder than it looks.

「She sighs once more then turns, looking every bit like a woman grumbling about the troublesome requests of her younger sister, before blending into the throng of people like she was never there. 」

<Background 4>

Tschäggättä A : Stop right there.

Vintner? : Ah, hello, captain.

Tschäggättä B : Who're you?

Vintner? : Well, it's like this, see. There's going to be a banquet held by Lake Silberneherze tonight, right?
I'm here to deliver the wine.

Tschäggättä A : Wine?

Tschäggättä B : I had heard the news about that earlier.
Come with me, I'll need to verify this.

Vintner? : Alright, sure.

Tschäggättä B : Stand over here. Don't move. Pat him down.

Tschäggättä A : Alright.

Vintner? : Boys, I'm just trying to drop off some drinks. Do we really need to do this whole song and dance?

Tschäggättä A : These are special circumstances. I appreciate your cooperation.
If you really are who you are, we will offer our deepest apologies later.

Vintner? : Ah, I'm afraid that you two won't have the chance to do that.

Tschäggättä A : Wha—

「The vintner presses down on a device hanging at his waist, and the security cameras in the room began to rotate wildly as if possessed. 」

[The vintner knocks out the first Tschäggättä. ]

Tschäggättä A : Guh...

[The Tschäggättä collapses. ]

Tschäggättä B : There's an ene—

Vintner? : Nice try.

[The vintner knocks out the second Tschäggättä. ]

Tschäggättä B : Ghaah—

[The Tschäggättä collapses. ]

Vintner? : ......

「After the two Tschäggättä fall over, the vintner swiftly begins to operate the terminal.
As he meddles with the terminal, the cameras in the corners of the room briefly halt, before returning to their normal activity. 」

Vintner? : From my earlier investigations, I knew that Kjerag managed to get a previous-gen OS, but it's got two fatal flaws.
I recommend you upgrade to the latest generation when you can.
Naturally, if Kjerag were to become a part of Victoria, we would provide one free of charge.

「The vintner breathes a sigh of relief, but then immediately doubles over. 」

Vintner? : Hfff— Looks like my wounds are about to reopen.
The destructive power of the Black Knight is no joke.
But she can hardly be everywhere all at once.
As for Kjeragandr...
I'll worry about that later. At least She didn't prevent me finding this place.

「He stands up again, ambling towards the nearby barrel of wine.
The barrel is heavy, but as he draws close, it is immediately obvious that there is a distinct lack of the scent of wine in the air. 」

Vintner? : ...Haha.

「What was stored inside the barrel was not wine, but metal. 」

Vintner? : I had investigated the amount of metal Kjerag was procuring, and at the time nobody had any issue with the numbers.
But if, say, the metal that was to be used in the construction of the statue, was not all put towards that purpose...
Where, then, did all that remaining metal go?
And where is this metal in the barrels slated to go next?
Haha, I said that while the Black Knight's fearsome, she's not so strong as to cut through steel like butter. And I was right.

「He turns back to operate the terminal once more.
As his fingers unceasingly type away at the keyboard, various charts and diagrams continuously pop up on the screen above him.
After a long, long while, he finally stands up. 」

Vintner? : Anyways...

[The Trilby Asher takes of his disguise. ]

"Trilby Asher" : There's still a few hours to go to the banquet—
So allow me to give a quick inspection, Enciodes.
Are you really so much a fool that you would dare to stand against Victoria?

<Background 5>

Harold : So let me get this straight. You saw your father, and then you gave him a kick?

Leto : Yep, felt real good!
I wasn't that angry to begin with. But once I saw that he looked like what I assumed my papa would look like, I had the sudden urge to give him a real big kick.

Harold : Haha, atta girl!
Speaking of which, I had the pleasure of meeting Patriarch Arctosz once when I had just arrived to Kjerag, but I haven't seen him since.
If I had remembered how he had looked, you wouldn't have had to wander around willy-nilly to find him.

Leto : Hey, are you trying to say that I actually do look a lot like him?

Harold : Hmm, well now that I think about it more, thanks to that beard of his... Even if I had been drinking with him yesterday, I don't think it would have been that easy to notice.

Leto : I told him already, that bearded look just isn't in these days.

Harold : What if... he shaved it off?

Leto : Eh?

Harold : Oh, nothing. Don't mind me.

[A pack of burdenbeats bellow loudly nearby. ]

Leto : Hey, look over there! That's a whole lotta burdenbeasts.

Harold : Oh, the villagers from nearby are here too.
I'm thinking that this will be a mighty fine night.

[O e burdenbeast approaches Harold. ]

Harold : Eh?

Leto : There's a burdenbeast bumping its head against you.

Harold : Oh!
If it isn't my lovely Lily!

Old Herdsman : Haha, that girl ran over the moment she spotted you.

Harold : Good girl, good girl.

Leto : Hey, dedushka, this is the Lily you were talking about?

Harold : Indeed. She was the first burdenbeast I met when I arrived in Kjerag.
And she has become, dare I say, my dearest friend ever since I arrived.
Oh, aren't you a little cutie-pie!

Lily : (Rough braying)

Leto : Ooo, can I pet her?

Harold : But of course. Lily's an affectionate girl.

Lily : (Affectionate humming)

Harold : I think she likes you.
Haha! Rosalind, it seems you really do have Kjerag blood in you!

Leto : Whoa! She's licking me!

Harold : Do you want to ride her?

Leto : Can I?

Harold : It should be alright, right, Leones?

Old Herdsman : Hahaha, it's alright, kid.

Leto : Alright! Help me up a bit, dedushka!

Harold : Okay, grab on to my hand, and a one, two, three—!

[Leto gets onto Lily. ]

Lily : (Excited rumbling)

Leto : Wow, Lily's real steady!
I think I'll go on a stroll with her!

Harold : Go on ahead, now.

Old Herdsman : Heh, she sure is a lively little kid, now, isn't she?

Harold : You don't need to tell me. My daughter was the same at her age.

Old Herdsman : Here, for you.

Harold : This is—

Old Herdsman : Some of our best cheese. Just finished ripening today.
I remembered that you were going back home pretty soon, so I whipped up this block just for you. I'd hoped I would see you tonight, so I brought it along just in case.

Harold : I appreciate the gesture, but are you sure it's alright? Doesn't your family need this cheese to sell?

Old Herdsman : Oh, think nothing of it. You've helped my family and our burdenbeasts plenty.
I'd say that I owe you for medical expenses.
So here, consider this cheese your veterinary fee.

Harold : Haha, alright, if you insist.
Couldn't ask for a better parting gift, if you ask me.

Old Herdsman : Truth be told, when you first showed up, we were pretty wary of you.
But after a whole month with you, I feel like we're the best of friends.
So I'm not going to get too mushy with you. Just remember that the next time you're in Kjerag, we'll always have space at the table for you at my farm.

Harold : ......
I will. I really will.

[Enya walks over. ]

Enya : Ah, Leone, are you acquainted with the Lord Viscount as well?

Old Herdsman : Ah, Saintess! Yes, Harold here's become a right celebrity here in our little village.

Enya : I see. I hope that you and your burdenbeasts continue to enjoy yourselves.

Old Herdsman : Oh, please, getting to meet the Saintess is plenty of joy for me already!

Harold : This banquet sure is festive, Holy Saintess.

Enya : Indeed.
Though there will be plenty of pomp and circumstance at the ceremony tomorrow, the populace at large will only be able to watch it via the news cameras.
Which is why I arranged for this banquet, to allow all of Kjerag to enjoy the holiday cheer.

Harold : You truly are a great Saintess.

Enya : May I ask where the Trilby Asher might be?

Harold : ......
He's a bit of a somber fellow, not a great lover of festivities.

"Trilby Asher" : I would hardly say that, My Lord.
While it's true that I'm not a fan of festive crowds, that has hardly anything to do with my personality.

Harold : You...

"Trilby Asher" : I'm afraid that I was observing Kjerag's magnificent scenery and lost track of time. Do forgive me, Holy Saintess.

Enya : I am glad to hear that you appreciate Kjerag's natural beauty.
I hope that you enjoy tonight's banquet just as much.

"Trilby Asher" : Indeed I will.

[Enya leaves. ]

Old Herdsman : Ah! That's right, Harold, I have some wine here. Does your friend here drink? Come, let's have a cup or two together!

Harold : I—

"Trilby Asher" : ......

「The 'Trilby Asher' surreptitiously shares a hand signal with Harold.
It is a military hand signal, indicating withdrawal. 」

[The Trilby Asher leaves. ]

Harold : Terribly sorry, Leones.
I'm afraid the drink will have to wait.

[Harold leaves just as Leto comes back from her burdenbeast ride. ]

Lily : (High-pitched braying)

Leto : I'm back, dedushka.
Huh? Where'd he go?

Old Herdsman : He got pulled away by his friend in black.

Leto : "John"?
...No way.

<Background 6>

"Trilby Asher" : I do hope that you managed to enjoy yourself at tonight's banquet, My Lord.

Harold : I sure was, up until you called me away.

"Trilby Asher" : Good, because I do not think you will enjoy this next step.

Harold : Out with it.

"Trilby Asher" : There is a secret underneath the Kjeragandr statue at the heart of Lake Silberneherze.

Harold : Soldiers really hate the word "secret", Mr. "John Smith". Isn't this your lot's job to figure out these sort of things, rather than ours?

"Trilby Asher" : Unfortunately, I have no way of solving this particular issue myself.

Harold : Not words I expected to hear out of a Trilby Asher.

"Trilby Asher" : I have run into a few obstructions.

Harold : Wait, am I hearing you right? You've failed?

"Trilby Asher" : No.
Though I am unable to ascertain what exactly is down there, the very fact that I am encountering resistance is proof that I am on the right track.

「The Trilby Asher takes out a stack of loose papers from the inner recesses of his coat. Within that stack are photographs, assorted documents and some handwritten notes.
Harold takes a few to look at himself, and immediately, the smile on his face freezes. 」

"Trilby Asher" : Goods loaded onto the wine transport carriages.
The true flow of the oriron supply chain.
Transport route itineraries.
All this intelligence points towards a single fact—
Under the island at the heart of the lake lies Enciodes's secret... No, not just his, but the greatest secret of this entire nation.

<Background 5>

Leto : ...!

[Leto, who was eavesdropping, hurries off. ]

<Background 6>

"Trilby Asher" : ...She's gone.

Harold : I know.

"Trilby Asher" : Allowing the daughter of a Kjerag politician to hear that was not good.

Harold : I'm a soldier, I only care about real battles. This is something that you intelligence agents should be handling.

"Trilby Asher" : She barely even knows whose daughter she is. What can she possibly do?
If this makes her recognize what is brewing in this nation and make her cut her visit early, this is not necessarily a bad thing.
She is, in the end, merely a citizen of Ursus. I am not one to make an enemy of that empire.

Harold : Perhaps I misjudged you during our earlier meet-ups, my good Trilby Asher.

"Trilby Asher" : You and me both, My Lord.
Perhaps it is a good thing that people like you and I are wary of one another.

Harold : Some real words of wisdom you got there.

"Trilby Asher" : My next words might not be those words of wisdom you so adore.
You cannot go home empty-handed, My Lord.

Harold : ......
I know.

"Trilby Asher" : I hope you truly understand that this is the price Enciodes must pay Her Grace.
He has crossed a line.

Harold : Is that what you tell yourself to make it feel better?

"Trilby Asher" : You're far better at that sort of thing than I am.
O Great Hero.

Harold : ......

<Background 5>

「The banquet continues.
People gathered around the bonfire singing merry tunes and dancing, welcoming the arrival of tomorrow.
In their minds, tomorrow will certainly be a bright, jubilant, festive day, one that would compel anyone to break out into ecstatic dance and vibrant song.
"I'm probably the only one in the room who doesn't feel that way", thought Harold.
He suddenly feels a little chilly.
The last time he felt such a chill was the very first time he set foot in this land.
He felt like what he really needed was a bottle of wine. Perhaps a whole barrel. 」

Old Herdsman : Harold! I've been waiting ages for you, *hic*!
If you were any later, I would have finished the entire bottle myself!

Harold : ......
Hahaha, look at me! Do I look like the sort of person to miss out on fine drink?
Come! Tonight, we drink till we drop!

<Background fades to black>

He's forgotten some of the finer details of what he did that night.
Perhaps he danced a merry jig from his hometown by the bonfire? Or perhaps he grabbed some unlucky fellow to sing some folk songs of Kjerag with?
Ah, that's right. He seemed to have spent a good amount of time discussing the finer points of Kjerag veterinary techniques with a guard rail.
How did he get to this point?
Alas, nobody knows.
At the very least, he remembered the way back to his bed.
However, the distance between the banquet and the barracks is no short stroll.
First, he had to follow along the lakeside path until it joined with the main street at the center of town. Along the road, he would run into many elderly folk taking a post-meal walk, and see children playing atop the ice.
From here, he could see the distant statue of Kjeragandr, and all along the road there were viewing stations set up just for gazing upon it. They were bustling places filled with people at all times. Some prayed towards Kjeragandr, while others took selfies.
There are times when two diametrically opposed ways of life will clash, but most times they will coexist in some sort of harmony. Such was the way of many things in this land.
Continuing on, he passed through the main street, which got busier by the day. He distinctly remembered noticing that some of the stores that were there when he first arrived in Kjerag had changed ownership.
In a small alley close to the center of the road, there was the latest restaurant that he had fallen in love with.
This restaurant had managed to meld together the flavors of Victoria and Kjerag together into their dishes, and suffice it to say that he was a big fan.
The restaurant was run by a young couple, the wife a Kjerag native who had learnt the culinary arts in Victoria, meeting her spouse in the process.
The two of them started a family, returning to Kjerag to set up their restaurant, hoping that they would be able to have a better life in this flourishing land.
After the alley, he had to cross a highway still under construction, then a patch of woods, before arriving at the hillside where he could look out over the whole land, where a roaring fireplace awaited him.
At the moment when he stepped over the edge of the road onto the soft soil, he became quite aware of just how much further this nation had to go to be considered 'well-developed'.
But walking through the tranquil woods immediately put a stop to that line of thinking.
Though he often jabbers away with other old men whenever they meet, lately he finds himself thinking back to the time of his youth.
The golden wheat fields rustling in the evening breeze, his younger self running about within as though he were without a care in the world—
Yes, without a single care in the world.
As he walked across the icy ground, as he found himself cloaked in snowy silence, one thought came to the forefront of his mind. He was no longer young.

<Background 7>

[Harold enters the barracks with a furrowed brow. ]

Slippery Soldier : Whew, you reek of booze.
Boss, if you're going out to get roaring drunk, can't you at least bring some back for your boys?

Sickly Soldier : Boss, look here!
These damned burdenbeast blind boxes! We've gotten three full sets now except for the mystery variant! This has got to be some kinda scam by Karlan Trade!

Harold : ......

[He walks past and ignores them. ]

「He pulls out a remote control from the deepest recesses of his room, constantly flicking through the various slides on a projector.
Every single one has information regarding Kjerag. Possible marching routes, the locations of military bases, the distribution of sentry posts, investigations into the Tschäggättä—
Within a week of him arriving in Kjerag, all this intelligence was already neatly organized before him, and yet again and again he forced himself to stop thinking about these matters.
To the point that he has managed to memorize most of it.
He throws aside the remote control and grabs a collapsible chair close at hand, throwing himself deep into its embrace as he closes his eyes.
Rather than looking at maps and military sand tables, he much prefers listening to the subtle sounds of snow falling on branches, making them rustle and creak under its weight. It reminds him of the sound of waves of wheat—
Rustling under the moonlit breeze— 」

Slippery Soldier : Boss? What's the matter?

Seasoned Soldier : Don't mind him, he's probably just drunk off his gourd. Let's get back to what we were talking about just now.
I heard that the Leithanians want to build a new city, mostly to get foreign trade going. Check out these preferential policies. The calculated returns for investments are unreal...

「But reality never goes the way he wishes it to.
Just like how his father always yelled at him to get out of the wheat field and to continue his training at home.
Just like when his pipe stem loses a piece without him knowing.
Just like how his lost leg would never return. 」

Harold : ...*sigh*

「The hubbub of the barracks fades away, as his men all look towards him.
His men. His lads. His soldiers. 」

Harold : Everyone, change to live ammunition, then be on standby.
At the break of dawn tomorrow, we begin our operation. Our target is—
The statue of Kjeragandr.

「His voice is somewhat hoarse.
The rustling of wheat in the wind has stopped. 」

Operation story: RS-8

Before operation

Summary

The ceremony is close at hand, and the Viscount's troops have already arrived by the lakeside. Enciodes's defenses have yet to come into play, and in Kjerag's most dire hour of need, Degenbrecher faces down an army alone.

<Background 1>

Enciodes : They say that Lake Silberneherze is most beautiful during winter.
Winter seals the lake in a case of ice, and from afar it looks for all the world like a great gemstone, revealing a most breathtaking beauty in the brilliant sunlight.
But if you were to observe from up close, perhaps you would be able to appreciate its beauty even further.
There is no gem so flawless, yet so adamant; beneath the ice, its waters yet flow.

Gnosis : Since when did you decide to take up poetry?
According to the directives of the Vine-Bead Court, we will follow behind the Saintess, walking from the ice to below the feet of the statue of Kjeragandr.
This is hardly what I would call a short stroll, and all sorts of mishaps can befall us while we walk.

Enciodes : Gnosis, are you worried that the ice beneath your feet might shatter?
How very unlike you.

Gnosis : You know that's not what I'm talking about.
Many of the guests of ours who are here to "attend" will be watching us with keen eyes.
Your plans for defensive maneuvers still lack accurate information, Enciodes. We are not in what I would call a favorable position.

Degenbrecher : Allowing that Trilby Asher to approach the statue of Kjeragandr yesterday was my mistake.
If we have need of it, I can go and settle things with him right now.

Gnosis : If our quarry has already sensed aught amiss, then acting now would already be too late.
This terrible habit of yours of neglecting the bigger picture when you take action... Forget it, you and Enciodes are pretty much the same. I'm not asking either of you to change your ways.
All I ask is that next time, please go to the trouble of restraining yourselves, just for a little bit. You'll save me from having to wrack my brain to find ways to clean up your messes.

Degenbrecher : Duly noted, Gnosis. What do you think, Enciodes?

Enciodes : I have not the strength to casually cut apart a giant statue tens of meters high.

Degenbrecher : Indeed.
You merely invited that Doctor over, who then proceeded to nearly ruin our plans is all.

Enciodes : ......

Gnosis : ...*sigh*
I have no desire to listen to the two of you jibe and snipe at each other with your nonsense.
Now, about the Tschäggättä responsible for keeping order...

Degenbrecher : They will be posted to the island ahead of time.
As for who is in charge of the reception for the Victorians, there are several merchants who will take care of the matter.

Enciodes : Gnosis, you are far too tense.
We have already completed all the preparations we can do. All we can do now is wait.
And wait we shall.
Spring is just around the corner.

<Background fades out and in>

Arctosz : I still remember when the Saintess descended from atop Mount Karlan three years ago.
That day, Kjeragandr sent us Her blessings, and even that Enciodes couldn't help but kneel... I do not know if we will ever see such miracles again these days.

Ratatos : Seems like seeing the sights of today has hooked up your old memories, my friend.
But Arctosz, don't you think you've been wallowing in those memories too often these past few years?

Arctosz : Rather than putting your efforts into sarcasm, Ratatos, you should care more about today's ceremony.
I've felt that something was off ever since I woke up this morning... Don't you think Kjeragandr's statue looks a little bit different compared to yesterday?
You Browntails were in charge of managing construction, so you'd better think up a real good explanation for the Saintess!

Ratatos : Heh, no need to worry about that...
......
Hey, Arctosz, why's your face look like that?
Did that Trilby Asher rough you up or something?

Arctosz : Well, it's like you said! No need to worry about that!
(Gah...)
(The girl's real feisty, just like Tatyana. Just like me.)
(Not bad.)

<Background fades out and in>

Yucatan : Patriarch, Matriarch, everyone is present.

Ratatos : Good. Let the people below know that they can head to their designated positions and wait for now.
The Saintess will arrive soon. If anyone dares to tarnish the Browntail name at this critical moment, I won't be showing any mercy!

Yucatan : Understood, Matriarch.

Ratatos : Wait a moment, Yucatan.
Why's it just you? Where's your wife?
It's almost time already, why's she not here?

Yucatan : Rus told me this morning that she had a few things to do...
She wants to prepare a pleasant surprise for you, Matriarch.

Ratatos : I'm not sure if I should look forward to a pleasant surprise from her.
What could possibly be more important than today's ceremony? Can't she pick a better time to give me a headache?!

Yucatan : I... I'll send her a message right away.
Don't worry, Matriarch. Rus is very clear on what she should be prioritizing.

Ratatos : I should have figured that you'd be on your wife's side.
Alright, alright. She's no longer a girl. Guess I'll just have to wait and see what this "pleasant surprise" of hers is.
Anyway, if she's off doing things, why didn't she bring you along?

Yucatan : ......
Rus already has someone helping her out...

[The head maid Kjarr approaches the audience. ]

Kjarr : Everyone, the time has come.
The Saintess arrives.

[The Saintess approaches the audience. ]

Enya : Please, lend me your ears.
It has been three years since the Vine-Bead Court has recognized those foreigners who wish to devote themselves to Kjeragandr.
Kjerag today is capable of incredible growth and development, but that growth rests on the shoulders of the good folk here today, alongside the toil and devotion of all Kjerag's people.
I believe that you all have seen the change that has come to Kjerag these past few years with your own eyes.
Kjeragandr has given Her people, Her children, a challenge, and we have already given Her our answer.
Yet these past three years are merely the beginning.
In the coming days, we will meet with more complex situations than ever before, and Kjerag will see its fair share of trials and tribulations.
However, I hope that we all believe that Kjeragandr will not abandon this land of Kjerag, and neither will She abandon the lives of those who live upon it, for She so loves Her people.
This great statue of Kjeragandr will be the main symbol of Kjerag to the outside world.
At the same time, it will become a vessel for all the love that Her faithful show to Her.
Hereafter, one need not climb Mount Karlan to make one's devotions to Her. You need but face towards Her during your prayers.
It is my wish that the faith you have in Her is not constrained by the trappings of ceremony.
I believe that true faith has taken root in the hearts of all of Kjerag's people.
Now, I ask of you to walk with me, walk with me under the gaze of Kjeragandr towards the foot of Her holy statue, where we will pray for Her to bestow Her blessings upon Kjerag!

Enciodes : By Kjeragandr.

Ratatos : By Kjeragandr.

Arctosz : By Kjeragandr.

「The many voices by the lake that cry out Kjeragandr's name blend and merge together.
The Saintess stands at the head of the crowd, and takes the first step onto the ice.
The frozen Lake Silberneherze shines like a flawless gem when looked upon from afar.
But only once you stand atop it will you see that this "gem" is covered in chips and cracks.
The ice is covered in cracks wending and weaving across the surface, the endlessly churning waters beneath the ice surging about together. Under the dawn light, it is as if the soul of the lake itself was wandering about in an eternal cycle.
In the eyes of the people of Kjerag, such a sight was so beautiful as to be breathtaking.
Kjeragandr's Saintess steps across the cracks that seemed like they were carved by the biting winds, as if walking past a millennium's worth of Kjerag's bitterly cold hardships, as if walking past its endless winter days.
Because now, spring was just around the corner. 」

<Background 2>

Sciurus : How the hell are they not here yet?!

[Sciurus tries to activate her transceiver, but it fails. ]

Sciurus : Are you kidding me?!
The communicator doesn't work. Didn't they say they'd be getting to Kjerag last night, so they'd definitely catch the train today?!
Huff... hah...
Calm down, Sciurus... Calm down.
Phew...
(Okay... I've calmed down. The Saintess needs to walk across the ice to the island, so the ceremony won't be starting quite so soon. I've still got time.)
(Think about the look on Ratatos's face when this is all over...)
Aha, hahaha!
*cough* *cough* Ahem.
(I've definitely got the time right, and punctuality is par for the course on that side.)
(A little lateness is one thing. We won't be too late now, I'm sure.)
(I think the train to Lake Silberneherze should be pulling into the station right around now.)
Alright, let me seee, the next train is arriving at... Why's it so late?!

Station Steward : Madam Sciurus, that train is a local that stops at every station. It's natural that it's somewhat delayed...

Sciurus : I don't care if it's natural, I need that train here right now!

Station Steward : I...

Sciurus : Damn it all, I can't just sit here and wait!
Get me in touch with the station master! I want that train sped up right away!
If it doesn't need to stop, then it better not stop! Make sure it's going at full speed too!

Station Steward : But, Madam!
If we do that, it would greatly inconvenience the passengers aboard the train!

Sciurus : As long as they end up where they wanted to go, it should be fine, right?

Station Steward : Eh? Ah, well, yes, but...

Sciurus : No buts!
Monch! MONCH!

[Monch appears at Sciurus' side. ]

Monch : Here, Madam.

Sciurus : Get in touch with the manager of "BangBang Burdenbeast" for me! Get them to round up every single one of their free burdenbeasts right now!
Anyone waiting to get on the train at the stations that it passes, get them a burdenbeast to take them wherever they want!

Monch : Yes, Madam.

Station Steward : Madam Sciurus, is... is this really alright?

Sciurus : You got a problem with it?
Right, thanks for reminding me.
We'll need to prepare a small gift for everyone already aboard the train. We'll call it a token of apology for disrupting their journey. Use the souvenirs that you sell on the trains for that!
All expenses can go to Clan Browntail... No, wait, put it all on my personal account!

Monch : Understood. It shall be done.

[Monch leaves. ]

Sciurus : I hope that's enough... No, it's definitely enough!
For sure...!

<Background 3>

[A pack of Victorian soldiers march through Kjerag's streets. ]

Lead Soldier : Faster!
Don't forget what we're here to do! In the back, keep pace!

Stern Soldier : Yes, sir!

[The soldiers march faster. ]

Lead Soldier : Halt! Gather up!
Form up!

Stern Soldier : Sir! Reporting in! Second Squad in formation, sir!

Lead Soldier : Very good then.
And Third Squad?

Somber Soldier : Sir! Reporting in! Third Squad in formation, sir!

Lead Soldier : Very good.
Jack, have your squad bring up the rear!
I want constant vigilance! Don't overlook a single enemy!

Slippery Soldier : Yes, sir!

Lead Soldier : Good, keep those spirits up!
All squads, forward march!

Victorian Soldiers : Yes, sir!

<Background fades out and in>

Common Kjerag Man : ......
What are those Victorians up to now? Are they holding... weapons?

Common Kjerag Woman : Surely not? Aren't they here to attend the ceremony or something?
Have you ever seen them line up in formation like that before? It... It must be all just for show...

Common Kjerag Man : But...
I've gotta say, I don't think they've got the same look to them as they did before.

Common Kjerag Woman : ......
By Kjeragandr.
Kjeragandr protect us from harm...

<Background 1>

[The soldiers arrive near Lake Silberneherze. ]

Seasoned Soldier : Reporting in, sir!
We've finished scouting ahead. The Saintess has already started leading everyone over to the island!

Harold : Are our men all prepared?

Seasoned Soldier : Yes, sir!
All troops in formation! Ready to commence operations at any time!

Harold : Good. Keep them lined up, and await my orders.
Lake Silberneherze on a winter's day. Truly one of Kjerag's most beautiful sights.
Who would have thought that the next time I clapped eyes on this wonder would be under circumstances like this?

Seasoned Soldier : You've become much gloomier these days, Harold.

Harold : Have I? Haha, you know as they say, "soft days make soft men".
Lisburn, after a whole month of R&R, you're still able to swing your sword around?

Seasoned Soldier : It's much heavier than I remember.
How about you, Charles?

Somber Soldier : It's a battlefield. We're Victorian soldiers.
Not much I can do.

Harold : You're right. In the decades since I joined the army, never have I met finer soldiers than you all.
Am I right, Charles?

Somber Soldier : I think I'm gonna puke.
But what else can I do?
Give the order already, Harold.

Harold : Forgive me, my friends.
Alright, orders incoming!
Everyone, forward march!
Under the guise of building a statue of their goddess, the Kjerags have been secretly transporting military goods under our noses. We will let them know the price of trying to make a fool of Victoria!
Mission objective: destroy the statue of Kjeragandr atop the island!

Victorian Soldiers : Yes, sir!

<Background 4>

[The train conductor receives shocking information on her transceiver. ]

Conductor : What?
The train won't be making further stops? Are you certain of this?
Okay. Understood.

Skeptical Passenger : What's going on?
Why didn't we stop at that station just now?

Conductor : I am truly, incredibly sorry!
Ladies and gentlemen! Our train has run into a small operational issue!
Until we arrive at the station at Lake Silberneherze, the train will be increasing in speed, and will not be stopping at intervening stations...

Astonished Passenger : Not stopping? This is unacceptable! I'm meant to get off for sightseeing at the next station!

Unhappy Passenger : Me too!
I was going to go and visit the local markets too... Whyever can't you stop the train anyway?!

Conductor : We offer our deepest apologies for this inconvenience to everyone!
As compensation, we have prepared for all our passengers a gift as a token of our apology!
All passengers may freely pick a souvenir of your choice from our store aboard this train! Whether it's specialty cheeses or a burdenbeast blind box, it's all FREE OF CHARGE!!

Astonished Passenger : Oh... Well, if there's compensation, I suppose that's alright.

Conductor : Ah, that's right! I ask all passengers to note that there is a limited amount of gift-wrapped mountain ice water, so if you would like some, please come as soon as possible—

Skeptical Passenger : Alright, alright! No need to go on any more than that!
Okay, sure, speed up the train, no stopping at the stations, whatever! Just gimme one of those super-expensive limited-edition waters already!

Unhappy Passenger : Hey, no cutting in line!
Give me a water too!

<Background fades out and in>

"Trilby Asher" : Things sure are lively today.
What could possibly be so urgent as to rush this train to Lake Silberneherze? Is it to deliver some mystery goods, or perhaps people...?
Either way...
I believe I win this hand.

<Background 2>

Monch : The trains here have all been handled, Madam.
As per your orders, the premier train next arriving at Lake Silberneherze is now running at top speed.
But are you sure that the guests you invited are aboard that train?

Sciurus : Of course I'm sure!

Monch : It's just that, if we happened to be wrong...

Sciurus : No way! They're definitely on that train!
Monch, I must ask, do you know how many new relay stations we've built to ensure a smooth signal across all of Kjerag these past three years?

Monch : I... I'm afraid I'm not quite sure.

Sciurus : Well, you've just returned to Kjerag, so I suppose it's natural for you not to know. So listen up and remember this!
In Browntail territory alone, we've built five of those top-of-the-line relay stations to ensure that the signal never breaks!

Monch : That many...?

Sciurus : Yep!
We also called in some professionals courtesy of that Doctor from Rhodes Island to help out, just to make sure that even amongst our many mountains, our communications will never be blocked!
So what I'm trying to say is that, theoretically, as long as it's within Kjerag's borders, there shouldn't be any sort of communications mishap.
Aside from some... special places.

Monch : Special places...?
......

Sciurus : Hehe, can't figure it out? They're—

Monch : Could it possibly be the private rooms on the train, Madam?

Sciurus : ......

Monch : ......
(Oh no, I shouldn't have said that...)

Sciurus : Heh... Bullseye!
It's the private rooms on the train! More specifically, the private rooms on the premier train from the foot of Mount Karlan to Lake Silberneherze!
That train was a special order from Victoria. As for the other trains that we have, they used that train as a prototype to copy- I mean, to study how to manufacture our own.
The walls of the private rooms of that original train are inlaid with materials designed to isolate the occupants from disturbances from outside, so naturally, they will cut off communication signals too.

The other trains don't have this feature, because, er, because it would have drastically inflated construction costs...

Monch : I get it now!
So what you're saying is, in determining if our guests are in Kjerag already, the very fact that your communicator can't reach them tells us that they must be in that specific train's private rooms!
That's amazing, Madam! I'm learning so much about the trains as well!

Sciurus : *cough* *cough* Anyways!
Kjerag as it is now and Kjerag as of a few years ago couldn't be more different.
I'm not going to ask where you've been these past few years, Monch, and I don't intend to pry into what you've been up to then. I don't even really care about why you didn't go back to that Gnosis either.
But if you really want to be my assistant, then you'd better get used to the modern-day Kjerag already!
And you'd better not think that I'm still the same old Rus from three years ago, you hear me?

Monch : Yes, Madam!
I'll do my best!

Sciurus : Glad to hear it!
Eh? Why's there so many people outside?
Hey, wait, aren't they...?

<Background fades out and in>

Victorian Soldier : Get back! I said get back!
All of you, not a step closer!

Common Kjerag Woman : You... What the hell do you think you're doing?!
How dare you try and pull this stunt under Kjeragandr's gaze! Don't even think about trying to ruin today's ceremony!

Common Kjerag Man : Jack?
That's you, isn't it, Jack? What are you playing at?!

Victorian Soldier : ......

Common Kjerag Man : You... You've just had a bit too much to drink, right?
A word of advice from me, today's not the time to make a ruckus! Go tell the others quick, Jack—

Victorian Soldier : Enough!
I am under orders to shoot dead the next person who steps forward!

Common Kjerag Woman : Eek!

Common Kjerag Man : ......
You know, back when you first showed up, people said that a bunch of foreign soldiers showing up in Kjerag couldn't be up to any good.
I didn't believe them. I even spoke up for you guys.
It seems that I was blind this entire time. So, this was your real purpose? To ruin our ceremony for Kjeragandr? To strike us down?

Victorian Soldier : ......

Common Kjerag Man : Kjeragandr will not forgive you for this.
You invite Her wrath upon yourselves!

Victorian Soldier : Hah. Let Her try.
We were punished enough as it is, a long time ago.

<Background fades out and in>

Monch : —!
Those are Victorian soldiers. Something's not right. They have their uniforms on, and they've got their weapons out too!
It looks like there's been some sort of commotion outside!
Please, hide yourself, Madam...

「The black-haired girl is about to subconsciously hold out her arm to protect her employer.
But before the words can even leave her mouth, Sciurus proves to be a step ahead of her, covering her mouth with her own hand and pulling her into a corner. 」

Sciurus : (Shh!)
(Don't say a word, Monch. We need to stay hidden!)
(Those Victorians... Didn't they say they were just here to attend the ceremony? Hmph. I guess they've finally shown their true colors.)
(This operation of theirs seems pretty big.)
(That bitch Ratatos wouldn't know about this trouble yet, would she?)

Monch : (Madam, they have a whole squad of Tschäggättä stationed there, alongside Degenbrecher from Karlan Trade. If trouble reaches them, it probably won't last very long.)

Sciurus : (Yeah... You're probably right.)
(And with Yucatan there, my sister will be safe.)

Monch : (......)
(Madam, allow me to escort you somewhere safe. I'll go assist Sir Yucatan next.)

Sciurus : (No. I have to stay here to watch them. If things get even more heated here, at least I can stop them for a bit.)
(Look, don't worry, nothing's going to happen to me. Even if I did get found, considering that I'm an envoy between Kjerag and Victoria for multiple cooperative business ventures, I doubt they'll have the stones to mess with me.)

Monch : (Madam...)

Sciurus : (Don't look at me like that! I already told you, I'm not the same as I was three years ago!)
(Okay, listen up, Monch. I've got something I need you to do.)

Monch : (Yes, Madam! You need only say the word!)

Sciurus : (That Enciodes definitely has some sort of contingency plan up his sleeve for those Victorians. Considering how big this commotion's grown, I can only suspect that something's gone wrong with the deployment of his men.)
(Monch, I need you to investigate things for me. Go check up on what's happening over there, and if you get the chance, making the Silverashes owe the Browntails a favor would be pretty nice.)

Monch : (Understood. I'll get it done.)
(......)

Sciurus : (What? Something on my face?)

Monch : (Madam...)
(You really have grown.)

Sciurus : (Wh-Who asked you?!)
(You're a lot younger than me, you know! Stop acting like you're the big sister! Really, you should be treating me like the big sister!)

Monch : (Can I really call you sister?)

Sciurus : (*cough* *cough* We... We'll discuss this later!)
(Alright, get moving already!)

Monch : (Yes, Madam!)

<Background 5>

「From time to time, Degenbrecher thinks back to ten years ago.
Back then, every winter she would accompany Enciodes all across Kjerag.
That young man who had just returned to his home country was not yet the deeply experienced person he was now, still quite underripe. He had to do many things himself, rushing about to and fro.
One could say that he was hot-blooded, or one could say that he had ambition.
Degenbrecher remembered that in the winter of that year, Enciodes brought all his plans and stratagems that he had devised in Victoria back to Kjerag, where he single-handedly founded Karlan Trade.
Of the few people who could be called his confidants, she would have just barely been within their number.
And thus, she found herself staying in this cold, snowy land.
If you were to ask her, while she has long gotten used to the bitter chill, she does not actually like cold weather very much.
Kazimierz's winters were cold indeed.
Those days, she would make her way through many matches of the Majors in winter. This made the KGCC very unhappy, but whether or not her opponent was happy was never in her mind.
Going back even further, Leithanien's winters too, were cold.
Was Kjerag's winter not colder than Kazimierz's or Leithanien's?
Degenbrecher stamped her foot upon the ice's surface, frost crystals breaking loose under her step. 」

Enciodes : Thinking back to old times?
I remember that year when we had just arrived back in Kjerag from Victoria, we had crossed Lake Silberneherze as well.

Degenbrecher : ......

Enciodes : But back then, it was because all the roads had been snowed out.
With no railroads or mechanized shovels or vehicles specially designed to handle snow, we were barely able to maintain a handful of flat main streets.
Under such heavy snowfalls, and with Karlan Trade only barely having started up, goods piled up behind snowbanks blocking the road, and the trade routes stagnated. We were on the brink of coming to a complete stop...
In the end, it was you who helped Leones gather up his burdenbeasts, and by using them to carry those goods across Lake Silberneherze, we were able to alleviate that particular crisis.

Degenbrecher : You talk too much, Enciodes.
I assumed that you would have shown more solemnity in light of the ceremony, not take it as an opportunity to babble about old happenings.

Enciodes : My apologies.
Some things are simply too unexpected in the moment, and so it is hard not to constantly bring them back to the forefront of one's mind, especially during interesting times such as these.
Who would have expected the great Black Knight to be so proficient at riding a burdenbeast.

Degenbrecher : Enciodes.

Enciodes : What?

Degenbrecher : If you are curious as to why I know how to ride a burdenbeast, then you need only ask.

Enciodes : ......

Degenbrecher : I learnt it when I was young.

Enciodes : In Leithanien?

Degenbrecher : In Leithanien.
If there is ever the opportunity, I could bring the both of you to do some sightseeing.
It's not a very exciting place, so don't expect too much.

Enciodes : How is it, compared to Kjerag?

Degenbrecher : It's not as good.
Kjerag is nowhere near as cold.

Enciodes : This is the first time I've ever heard you give such an idealistic assessment.

Degenbrecher : That's enough out of you.
Alright. We've arrived.

<Background 6>

Enya : Everyone, please come forward.
With Kjeragandr as our witness, this ceremony shall soon begin.
Let us pray—

[Some of the crowd start yelling and panicking. ]

Kjarr : ...It appears that some of our more excitable guests can't wait for their cue.

Enciodes : Just who is causing that clamor there?

Ratatos : (Gah, I didn't need this pain in my ass right now!)
Yucatan! Why the hell isn't your wife here yet?!

Yucatan : I just got in contact with her, and she says she's nearly here...!

Ratatos : What do you mean "nearly here"?!
Listen, you get back in touch with her right now, tell her to go to the moons or something, as far away as possible, just don't come over!

Arctosz : What is going on over here?! What's all this commotion about?!

Gulo : Sir! Those Victorians don't look as friendly as they usually do!
I saw that they've got some pretty big weapons of some kind, and they looked real enough to me!

Arctosz : I knew that they were going stab us in the back!
Let them come! It's a good thing I told the Paleroche boys to prepare for this! We meet them in battle!

Enya : Hold, Sir Arctosz!

Arctosz : But... Saintess!

[A Tschäggättä warrior runs towards them. ]

Tschäggättä : Saintess! Sir Enciodes!
The Victorian troops have broken through our guards who were maintaining order, they draw near!

Enya : Send out several squads, and prioritize the safety of any commoners about!

Tschäggättä : Yes, Saintess!

<Background fades out and in>

Degenbrecher : They have made their move. It appears they have several squads of their own lined up to approach us.
And at their head is that viscount.
What's the plan?

Enciodes : Where are Weiss and Matterhorn?

Gnosis : We haven't received any news from them since last night.
They should have been watching the movements of the Victorian Army very closely, and an operation of this size would have prompted a report by now.
Unless they had no way of sending that report.

Enciodes : Beware Victorians, even as they bear gifts.
Despite my belief that I had managed to establish a strong enough relationship with Viscount Craigavon, it appears that we have not been able to move his heart from its course.

Gnosis : This is no time to stand around licking your wounds, Enciodes.
They're already far past the point of pretending to be friendly with us.

Enciodes : They are professional Victorian troops. Whether using drone arrays to bombard us, or hiding their casters in the crowd, their ruthless efficacy is clear.
This is still what they consider "pressure". They have not begin[sic] to use "force" just yet.

Gnosis : And I assume you have some sort of plan for this?

Enciodes : We cannot allow them to disrupt the ceremony.
Not only will the Vine-Bead Court and the three clans suffer a drastic blow to their reputations, they will lose the trust of the people of Kjerag, alongside the respect of those outside its borders... We would be caught in truly dire straits.

Gnosis : Not exactly the easiest task.

Enciodes : Indeed.

Gnosis : You sound concerned, Enciodes.

Enciodes : We must not allow a true war with Victoria to begin. We need only wait until the next perso... the next distinguished guest arrives.
But at the very least, we cannot allow them to get any closer to the statue of Kjeragandr.

Gnosis : But they're pretty much here already.

Degenbrecher : I'll go stop them.

Gnosis : Now's not a good time for jokes.
They've got at least two thousand troops out there, how exactly are you going to fight them alone?

Degenbrecher : It will be easier than me having to handle you after a night out, Gnosis.

Gnosis : Like I said, this really isn't a good time to joke around!

Degenbrecher : Who do you think, out of the many people that he knows, Enciodes always calls first?

Gnosis : ...*sigh* You're going to get yourself killed.

Degenbrecher : If you don't want me to be killed, then you should put in some more work, Gnosis.

Enciodes : Degenbrecher, I'm sure you're already aware of the risks at hand.
I need you to hold them back, at least until we have settled our arrangements here.
At this time, Karlan Trade, no, "Kjerag" cannot assist you in the slightest. This is to be the sole work of the Black Knight.
Are you able to do it?

Degenbrecher : Heh. This wouldn't be the first time.
You all wait here.

[Degenbrecher charges ahead. ]

Gnosis : ......

Enciodes : It's not good to hold your anger in, Gnosis.

Gnosis : The two of you have talked it over already. I'm not one to make a fuss.
At least while Degenbrecher holds back those Victorians, I can send out men to find Weiss and Matterhorn, as well as our "distinguished guests".
If they arrive a bit sooner than expected, things might just start looking up for us.

Enciodes : I'll leave that to you then.
News of what is happening here will spread fast. I should be bracing myself right about now, so that I can deal with these beasts who saw fit to bare their fangs.

[Enciodes activates his transeiver. ]

Enciodes : Hark, they come.

<Background 5>

[The Victorian troops march closer to the Kjeragandr statue. ]

Seasoned Soldier : Halt! Everyone, gather up!
Get back into formation!

Victorian Soldiers : Yes, sir!

Seasoned Soldier : This fog's mighty thick.
Strange, have the Tschäggättä not made their move yet? Why are they just watching from all around the sides?
Sure, our operation might have caught them with their pants down, but surely they're going to put up some resistance, right?

Harold : Don't be so quick to dismiss them. The head of the Silverash clan's one wily fellow.
*sigh* Kjerag can't afford to go to war with Victoria, but us? We can pretty much take a crap atop their holiest of holies. It's a real funny thing, diplomacy.

Seasoned Soldier : The way things are now, I don't think they've got any room to play defense at the moment.

Harold : Well, you won't know until you give them a poke.
Let some other men advance for now! If the Saintess and Clan Silverash still don't react, then we continue with our original plan and prepare to bombard the statue of Kjeragandr.

Seasoned Soldier : Understood.
Hmm?
Wait, it looks like there's movement on their side!
No, that can't be...
They've only got... one person over there?

Harold : It's her. The Black Knight. Of course. It could only be her.
Although I had guessed that this sort of thing might happen...
Seeing the real deal with your own eyes, it's enough to make a man's heart drum with excitement.
A lone woman holding back a thousand soldiers. Wow. This really is right out of one of those knight novels.

Seasoned Soldier : You're joking.
There's no one person who's got the strength to resist a whole army. The Zhayedans can't, the Silverlance Pegasi can't, not even one of the devils' Royal Courts could.
We've seen this sort of thing before ourselves, Harold.

Harold : I know. Of course I do. "You might kill us, but you won't kill any more."
But do we really have to pay this price to get what we want?
Our army is a machine, consuming an unending amount of fresh meat just so that it can lurch forward once more. Right now, hah, there's just us old boys left.
We can't bear the cost of it much longer.
You know me, Lisburn.
I've always been a bit of a miser.
And a miser's heart weeps at every coin lost. As long as they keep bubbling up to the top of my mind, I can hardly sleep soundly at night.

Seasoned Soldier : We're soldiers. We've got no choice.

Harold : You're right. It's all for Victoria.
Send the order down, all men, prepare for war!
I'll take the lead, and I'll bring along my top brass to meet the legendary Black Knight face to face!

Seasoned Soldier : Yes, sir!
Hey, Harold, I'm not going to stop you now.
But I've got to ask, how's it feel having to face down the Black Knight that you like so much in the ring?

Harold : Not great.
Reminds me of one time during my youth, when I was getting teased at one of the Duke's parties. I ended up drinking an entire cup's worth of straight shots at once.
A lot of bitterness, a lot of burning, and a lot of retching.
Enough to make you faint, but I will say that I also feel a bit of... excitement.

「Harold Craigavon looked towards Kjerag's endless snowscape.
All about him, frost blanketed the icy surface of Lake Silberneherze, mist gathered in the air, and in the distance, the statue of Kjeragandr loomed, Her face fuzzy and indistinct.
The chill extending all about Her feet made people feel as though they had truly entered the realm of a snow god. The frozen surface of the lake looked as though it was a great shard of rock sugar, covered in icing.
In this unreal, dreamlike environment, these men wearing their valor on their sleeve stood out like a sore thumb, and across from them—
A vague silhouette appeared within the dense fog that laid thick in the air.
Their adversary walked forward, step by step, treading atop the ice and snow towards them. It felt like with every step, she commanded the strength to stop a thousand men in their tracks. 」

Degenbrecher : This is as far as you go.
And you will go no further.
If you wish to watch the ceremony, you may watch from here alongside me.

Harold : I would be truly honored to have you accompany me, Madam Degenbrecher!
By all rights, I should accept your kind offer, but...
As a most trusted partner, Her Grace is very concerned about Kjerag's development issues, and has given me orders to approach the base of Kjeragandr, so as to show our good faith.

Degenbrecher : Concern?
Concern armed to the teeth and carrying cannons is a very rare sight indeed.

Harold : Force of circumstance, I do hope you understand.
Lately, there has been a most unlawful force at play, wantonly moving prohibited materials about Kjerag under the guise of constructing the statue of Kjeragandr.
According to our intelligence, the stronghold of this force happens to be exactly under this holy statue of yours.
And so, Her Grace was so concerned about this issue that she commissioned me and my men overnight to investigate.

Degenbrecher : ......
A likely story.

Harold : It is, in the end, Her Grace's intent.
Who could say if there truly is such a dangerous power underneath the feet of Kjeragandr's statue?
But if the Great Saintess and Sir Enciodes were to meet with unfortunate accidents, it would be far too late for regrets by then.
Nobody would like to see something like that happen, am I right, Madam Degenbrecher?

Degenbrecher : I don't really care what you say.
And naturally, what we do here is none of your business.
The people of Kjerag will handle their own issues. We don't need outsiders to order us about.

Harold : *sigh*...
I'm afraid that's that, then. I'm truly sorry it came to this, but this is where I must carry out my duty.
Also, please excuse my curiosity, Madam Degenbrecher, but considering you managed to hold your tongue so well while I jabbered on...
You don't plan on causing delay for us, do you?

Degenbrecher : ......
You talk far too much.

Harold : Haha, well, when you're at my age, it's hard not to be a bit of a windbag.
But as for you, Madam Degenbrecher.
As I've now learnt, you're not the sort of person to indulge in mindless chatter.

Degenbrecher : ...Hmph.
That's why I hate overly-chatty smartasses.

「The woman says no more, slowly unsheathing her long swordbreaker from about her waist.
The scraping of the metal lets out a ear-piercing shriek, ending with the sound of it burying its point into the ice, a sound that induces a trembling in the men that none are able to stymie.
Since they got the intended message, there is not much more need for words. 」

Degenbrecher : This manner is more to my tastes.
I'll say it again.
You will go no further.
—None may enter.

After operation

Summary

The Trilby Asher tries to cut Enciodes off from his defensive ploy, but doesn't foresee that Sciurus has made her own arrangements. Degenbrecher fends off an entire army while not allowing them an inch, and as he watches the odds stack against her, Enciodes's ace in the hole finally arrives, averting the crisis.

<Background 5>

[Dozens of Victorian soldiers charge towards Degenbrecher. One is instantly taken out... ]

Victorian Soldier A : Erk...

[...and another... ]

Victorian Soldier B : Ghakh!...

Victorian Soldier C : Watch out—!

[...and another. ]

Degenbrecher : Next.

Victorian Soldier D : ......
Heyaaaargh!!

<Background fades out and in>

Victorian Soldier : Reporting in, sir!
With Colonel Harold's support, we've brought all our current casualties back to safety!
However, as things stand for us, we still don't have a way to strike the enemy where it hurts!

Seasoned Soldier : Charge!
Make use of your arms! The enemy is one soldier! Surround her!

Victorian Soldier : But...
Sir, wouldn't it be better for us to divert around her?
She's an army of one! She's got not hope of holding us if we just widen the front!

Seasoned Soldier : You... gormless idiot!
Was that meant to be a revelation to me?

Victorian Soldier : Then why...

Seasoned Soldier : They didn't give you eyes in your head for nothing!
You saw what our men on Kjeragandr's doorstep were attempting, didn't you? All of them as smart as you, off to break the perimeter from somewhere else!
Compare that to the rest! Are they in as near as bad a state?

Victorian Soldier : ......
Sir, you're not telling me...

Seasoned Soldier : Private, I don't know what the hell I could be telling you—DUCK!

Victorian Soldier : Guh...!

[The private barely dodges in time as Degenbrecher approaches them. ]

Degenbrecher : My hand slipped.
Done gossiping?

Seasoned Soldier : When in the hell did you get here...?!

Degenbrecher : Just now.
If you were counting on a few dozen men there to stop me, then you really weren't ready for me.

Seasoned Soldier : Tsk! Monster incarnate...
A few dozen won't do the trick? Then surely a few hundred will. How about over a thousand?
You'll learn. In the face of a real army, there is no army of one—

Degenbrecher : Clench your teeth.

Seasoned Soldier : What?

Degenbrecher : Keep your mouth shut when I hit you.
You don't want to bite your tongue.

「A bitter slice of wind whistles through.
One against two thousand should be the pinnacle of despair. Her golden eyes tell of no such qualms—stern and still and steady.
She is the predator without dispute. She is the ruler over this battlefield.
Slight the affairs of one Ms. Degenbrecher, dare to even begin to scorn her, and you too are an affront to her.
—You'd best hope your own life meant as little to you. 」

Seasoned Soldier : —!!

[Harold suddenly appears, deflecting the attack just in time. ]

Harold : Steady now, Madam Degenbrecher!
If my subordinates have cocked up talks with you, then it falls to me to apologize in their stead.

Degenbrecher : Oh?
You?
And how long can you shield them for?

Harold : Well! Ha-hah. Might I suggest... until I die a soldier's death?

[Harold narrowly dodges one of her strikes. ]

Harold : *hiss*...
I'm no match for your namesakes! Clearly I've not the horns to lock with you in a fight.
Do you recall, Madam Degenbrecher, when I asked after your name?
I no longer see any time like the present. Might I be elucidated?

Degenbrecher : You have the guts to stall with me?

Harold : *wheeze*, *wheeze*!
Two of a mind can spare a word in no-man's land! It is done, you know... it's the done thing!

Degenbrecher : ......
I barely even remember my real name. You can pretend I never had one.
Plenty of people in Leithanien's ruined streets without a name or a home.

Harold : —I'd heard tell of your Leithanian birth, but never had I known that to be your life's story...
I once read in the dailies how you pilgrimed home there. Adulation of the masses. Dinners with the upper crust.

Degenbrecher : Throw a trophy at a burdenbeast and watch them love it too. They don't tell the difference.
Don't let it fool you.
It's not a place where names change anything. No one's going to ask you when you're down in the gutter with the wastewater.

Harold : Yet now you've a name with... such power.

Degenbrecher : Power?
Not exactly.
It was a sunny day.
A Gendarmerie patrol rounded up anyone with no place to go on the corner. One of them was carrying a strange weapon I'd never seen before. No point. No edge.
No fine combat technique. No deep method to it.
No simpler way to bludgeon. No part was anything of mention. I watched as he took that thing to anybody who tried to resist, and caved in their skulls.
From that moment on, it's been clear to me what I have.
Not a code, or a creed, or a technique. Nothing that sounds nice out loud.
It's violence.
So that day, I named myself.
I am what I wield.

Harold : ......
There's a Minoan school of thought, where they hold violence and victory as sisters. The two are inseparably close—they make one another.
A look at you, and I could be convinced.
Madam Degenbrecher, if you're violence in the flesh like you say... then who, exactly, is your victory dedicated to?
And finally, one last little quibble from me—though I do think—it may not be worth much in the asking.
That Gendarmerie who first enlightened you—was victory a sister to him too?

Degenbrecher : I did like his degenbrechers.
Good to use, but broke too fast.
Just like you, Craigavon.
Your arm's almost gone.

Harold : Hush-hush, Madam Degenbrecher! Spare me the truth.
I do happen to be command of my own regiment. A little dignity, if you please...
Were the clock turned back thirty... no, just twenty years, I'd only be too glad your opponent.
But as it stands, and though I hate to admit it, the reality's all too obvious—I'm one of the old ones now.

Degenbrecher : You don't look it.

Harold : Ah-ha, you think so too?!
Then I take it back—see, I've been telling them all, my mind's as sharp as ever!
It's just this blasted prosthetic leg—the socket always stings on rainy days...

Degenbrecher : ......
Less talk.

[Degenbrecher slashes at him. ]

Degenbrecher : How long until you give?

Harold : How long until I give is hardly important.
What matters is, Madam Degenbrecher, how long until you give?

Degenbrecher : ......
You can try me and see.

<Background 6>

Gnosis : Now both sides have made their move.
It seems Degenbrecher can still bear out for the moment. Harold is saving his strength, and his bombers and Casters are all but smelling the roses.
Your wine may not have been wasted after all, Enciodes.

Enciodes : What of Weiss and Matterhorn?

Gnosis : I've sent a team of Tschäggättä to find them.
Given what reports have returned so far, the two were likely taken by surprise.

Enciodes : Viscount Craigavon wouldn't place them in mortal danger. That takes senility, and he has none.

Gnosis : We can only hope.
Our people are en route to the station to stand by. They'll send us word immediately once they intercept.

Enciodes : May it be that our guest arrives on time.

Gnosis : What of the merchants that just contacted you?

Enciodes : They won't be too daring for now.
Gnosis, pass word onto the Saintess for me—

Enya : You can save that step!

[Enya interrupts and approaches them. ]

Enya : I'm right here. If you have something to say, say it to me in person, Sir Enciodes.

Enciodes : Saintess.
The Silverashes are disgraced to have allowed such a spiral of events on ceremony grounds. Once the ceremony is over, I will personally take myself to the Vine-Bead Court to apologize to you, Saintess.
But for now, I fear the ceremony will need to be postponed for another while.

Enya : As it should. Your message is loud and clear, Sir Enciodes.
If there is anything I can do, I ask you continue to come to me directly.
And not exploit that my own conscience might force me to see you first.

Enciodes : Saintess, praise thy benevolence.
But you and the Court devotees must be prudent right now. After you resume this ceremony yourself, Saintess, that will suffice to appease the people.
Degenbrecher's strength needs no introduction. A promise from her is exceedingly rare, and in the event she makes one, it's never broken.
I think we should give her our full confidence.

Enya : Is your confidence that Degenbrecher can fight one against a thousand, or that she has the disregard to die valiantly, in perfect service to your schemes?

Enciodes : Degenbrecher is ahead confronting the Victorians, and I know her mentality. She holds that, her own reputation aside, the slate with Kjerag can still be wiped clean should anything go wrong.

Enya : She... wait, did she tell you this herself?

Enciodes : She defends Kjerag's dignity as one of Her plain, ordinary citizens.
Saintess, do you believe that I bluntly ordered her? Provoked her?
Even I might say she's changed some. Thus I've trusted her this once—I've gambled on her.
Had I not, you might have watched that affable Viscount lose his life to a few "panicked tourists".
We gamble for a best case scenario.

Enya : ......
"Gamble."

Enciodes : I have always considered the success or failure of anything to hinge on one's own grasp, and not entreaties to gods.
Nothing goes unaccounted for. I put all the chips down. I see it through, win or lose. I've never complained about it.

[Enciodes grimaces. ]

Enciodes : But...

Enya : Sir Enciodes.
Unclasp your hands. You've bruised yourself.

Enciodes : ......
I ask you pray for Degenbrecher, Great Saintess.

<Background 7>

[Matterhorn wakes up and discovers that him and Weiss have been tied up. ]

Matterhorn : Weiss!
Wake up, Weiss!

[Weiss groggily wakes up. ]

Weiss : Nngh...
Matterhorn...?
Where... I...?
—! Shit! The Victorians are changing it up! Their goal can't be that simple!
We have to contact the Master!
Gk—*hiss*—

Matterhorn : Stay still, Weiss!
If they even managed to subdue and lock up both you and me, then our squad's people can't have escaped either. I've tried, but brute strength alone isn't going to free us.
It's light outside... It looks like it's day already.

Weiss : Where are the Victorians?

Matterhorn : All gone.
Unfortunately... they've probably swarmed the ceremonial grounds.

Weiss : ......
Matterhorn, help me out here.

Matterhorn : What do you need?

Weiss : I hide a razor in my shoe's upper.[sic]
If you can just take it out, Matterhorn... and toss me it!

Matterhorn : Don't be insane!
What are you using that razor for? In your position? Do you not value your hands?!

Weiss : I have to try.
The Master gave me this mission, and I couldn't complete it.
And if that's forced him into a passive situation, then I...
In any case, even if I'm too late, and he doesn't need it, I'm still going to redeem what isn't lost! I have to make up for my disappointment!

Matterhorn : ......
I suppose you're right.

「Matterhorn heaves his body around, laying his fingers over the curve of Weiss's boot.
But what follows betrays Weiss's hopes. He doesn't toss the razor over, but instead pinches the paper-thin tool of murder between his fingers, and with great effort, strains and slashes at the rope over Weiss's wrists.
In its tenuous grip, the blade slips down between his fingers, and cuts into their pulp. Vivid red blood trickles down his wrist. 」

Weiss : Matterhorn!
Your hand!

Matterhorn : It'll be fine. It's just a scratch.
You were going to do the same thing, weren't you?
You do have a point, Weiss. The Master's expecting us. We can't leave him waiting too long.
Just give me one moment, and I can get this rope cut!

Weiss : Matterhorn...

Monch : Umm...

Weiss : —!
Who's there?!

[Monch steps inside the barracks ]

Monch : I'm not your enemy.
Sorry, you two were having a moment, weren't you?

Weiss : Monch?
Didn't you leave Kjerag?

Monch : About that... well, I'll explain in full later.
Madam Sciurus sent me out to scout. That's how I found you all tied up in this Victorian camp.

Matterhorn : Where are the others?

Monch : I already set them free.
Anyway, both of you, get going. The Victorians kicked off battle at Lake Silberneherze.
We need to be there as soon as we can.

<Background 6>

Arctosz : Damn it! She can't hold for long!
As if I can sit here and look on!

Ratatos : You get back here, Arctosz!
Do you seriously think you have the monopoly on righteous anger, Arctosz? We wish we could step in! If your eyes are shot, then try using your brain!
You acting will definitively ruin things!

Arctosz : Stooping behind others so I can feel sorry for myself runs counter to the Paleroche clan's blood!
I can't bear to see this!

Ratatos : Bear to see it, you baby!
Someone here is having a harder time watching than you, I guarantee.

Arctosz : Ten years that Degenbrecher's lived in Kjerag, hasn't she? Just to be some sacrificial pawn here?
If today Enciodes can't settle all this, then no amount of achievement, no spoil for Kjerag, could ever convince me to lend him an ear again.
I'm far from the grand actor the rest of you would be! I cannot be as calm as any of you are!

Ratatos : And it's too little, too late for that.
All you and I can do now is believe in her.

<Background fades out and in>

Gnosis : I won't be arranging treatment for your wounded hands, then. Remember to hide it with gloves when the time comes.
Also, I imagine the Tschäggättä's report aligns with your gut.
We can't count on Degenbrecher lasting much longer.

Enciodes : She's no longer evading.
She's acting how she used to in her Kazimierz competition days.
Only, afterwards...

Gnosis : Afterwards, as she fled the assassins with you, she amended that habit.
Any lack of care by her at that point, and you'd die sooner than she did.

Enciodes : Quite.
Still no word from your end?

Gnosis : None.
My investigators already returned. They're sure your guest boarded the train in question to Lake Silberneherze. If anything, it should have arrived just as the ceremony wound down.
As it is, it'll still take some time until that train arrives.

Enciodes : I see...
Gnosis, never have I feared any wager.
Every step that I take, that I've ever taken, I've staked it all.
This time is no different.

Gnosis : I know.

Enciodes : I believe myself to be sufficiently prepared.
And yet, I find my patience is made of poorer stuff.

Gnosis : Thank you for telling me what's on your mind, and I know what you want to hear me say. I'll say it for you.
If you want to ensure The Black Knight's life, or you don't believe she can last until the end, then give the order now. I can tell you, there are still odds of success.
The archers and Casters at our call are best of the best. Blow up the lake's surface, create confusion, and draw the civilians and soldiers both into midwinter's icy pocket.
Enciodes, the decision lies with you—
Whatever you do, I will support it. But whatever you do, you carry the consequences in kind.
Those consequences are no simple political game. You might fail to even bear them. That, I can determine for you.

Enciodes : One quick question. If it were you?

Gnosis : Then the great winter swim would already be in full swing.

Enciodes : Hah.
Let's trust in Degenbrecher.
Trust she won't fall.

<Background fades out>

<Background 5>

Degenbrecher : It's not enough...
Again!

[Degenbrecher strikes down the soldier in front of him. ]

Seasoned Soldier : Urgh!

Harold : Lisburn!
Charles! Withdraw Lisburn to the rear!
You staunch his bleeding, I'll be right there with first aid—!

<Background fades out and in>

[Degenbrecher keeps beating more soldiers, but she's starting to wear out. ]

Degenbrecher : ......
*cough*...

Victorian Soldier E : She's giving out!

Victorian Soldier F : Now's our chance! Charge!

[The soldiers, empowered, charge at her. ]

Degenbrecher : Hah.
As long as I can still move a finger...

[She strikes a soldier rushing at her. ]

Victorian Soldier : Khakkhhh!

Degenbrecher : I can handle any of you

Harold : Madam Degenbrecher!
Surely you're reaching your limits too?!
If you really meant to fight us out-and-out, you wouldn't have drawn out this situation in the first place!
Fight like this any longer, and I fear death will come for somebody...

Degenbrecher : Isn't that exactly the kind of war you Victorians make an art of starting?
The only difference here is, your opponent is me alone.
Harold, you're a soldier.
And I—am your enemy.

Harold : ...Ha-hah, and keenly put, Madam Degenbrecher.
But I don't believe for a second that you're blind to it.
Karlan Trade's private operations were ferreted out by the Trilby Ashers, and I don't think the Duke will rest on her laurels about it!

Degenbrecher : That—*cough*—is Enciodes's problem.

Harold : This is the very last chance they're leaving Master Enciodes!
He need only bend an ear to the Duke, he need only part with a sliver of the cake...
Be it just 30% of what we proposed! I could still take that back to the Duke and try, for heaven's sakes!
This was never even a war you needed to win...

Degenbrecher : How stupid.
Who do you say that as?
You're window dressing. You're a tourist. You're a burdenbeast vet.
Have you been at leisure for so long, you've begun to believe your own lies?

Harold : ......

Degenbrecher : —No.
You've never forgotten who you are.
You hate war, absolutely.
You abandoned what real power was in your hands. You took what men of yours sympathized. You left the maelstrom far behind, and fled to Kjerag.
To a land where you thought war could never really happen.
But you were still a Victorian inside.
No.
It wasn't even something you had to remind yourself.

Harold : You might say that.
I am a Victorian soldier, Madam.
That much is ordained, and I might loathe it, and I might flee it.
But I could never sully Victoria's interests.

Degenbrecher : Good.
I'm the same.

「Is she the same as this Victorian?
They don't seem very identical.
She's Leithanien-born, Kazimierz-raised, and only then came to Kjerag.
They don't need to know her name. All they know is she's born to fight solo, a victor of the knight competitions, the only one to ever win three years running.
Turn the clock further back, and she's a freak cut off from Originium Arts, a pariah in Leithanien.
Gaining and losing any of these things is dead simple.
They bore her to death.
But now, what she has isn't so easily lost, and she has no plans to lose them.
Now, they are the same. 」

Degenbrecher : This dull chat—*cough*—ends here.

Harold : I feel all too sorry for you, Madam Degenbrecher.
Oh, would that we hadn't come to this point. But if you wish it, then I choose to respect it.
I must stress at this closing hour that I am, through and through, your fan. The show you made in besting each opponent dazzled like nothing else.
This and this alone I ask you to believe. It cannot be lied.

Degenbrecher : Hah.
Noted.

Harold : It's my honor.

「Riddled with scars, she raises her degenbrechers once more
Just as she did in her first appearance before them all, Degenbrecher's point stabs into the ice.
The mist, constant over Lake Silberneherze, parts. A subdued, gargantuan rumble sinks in her enemies' stomachs.
Kchk. Kchk.
There comes the fine sound of cracking, and it's deafening. 」

Degenbrecher : Time to end this.

Harold : —! Order to all units!
Stop her breaking the ice! Regroup ASAP! Put down "The Black Knight of Kazimierz"!

<Background black>

[The Trilby Asher slides open a carriage door. ]

「Nothing. 」

[He opens the next door... ]

「It's not in here. 」

[...And the next... ]

「Oh, and it's not here either.
Well, that just leaves... 」

<Background 4>

Conductor : Excuse me, sir, the train is speeding up! If you must wander, then please watch your step!
Oh, right, you haven't received your complimentary gift yet, have you? Can I ask what you'd like?
As compensation for your journey's delay, your purchase is completely free this time!

"Trilby Asher" : No need.

Conductor : But, sir, it's a free gift...

"Trilby Asher" : Then I give this gift to you, madam.

Conductor : Er, but, that's not...

"Trilby Asher" : Take it.
Now excuse me, if I could pass through?

Conductor : A-Alright!

"Trilby Asher" : Thank you.

[The Trilby Asher walks past her. ]

Conductor : *huff*... *pant*...
Urp... oh, what in the land?
My legs are a little wobbly...

<Background fades out and in>

"Trilby Asher" : (Now, only the last cabin remains.)
(After all this time running around, I'm ragged.)
(I could retire... *sigh* Not when Londinium's still refinding its footing. Her Grace would never let me.)
(What will I find behind this door?)
(Their Kjerag Defense, hidden until this very moment, buried deeper than even their covert transport routes...)
(Whatever it is, it's a shame.)
It's a shame—Silverash will never get to meet his...

[He opens the door and sees... ]

"Trilby Asher" : ......

Silver-clad Knight : Huh?
What's up, panisko?
Sorry, we've got no seats left in our cabin. I think you want to try someplace else.

Man In a Suit : Uh, actually, I can just lea...

[The Trilby Asher shuts the door. ]

<Background 4>

"Trilby Asher" : ......
............

[The Trilby Asher reopens the door. ]

Silver-clad Knight : Did you need something, panisko?
I'm not kidding, we're full in here. I mean, you can see. We're bumping shoulders just trying to look around.

Man In a Suit : Yeah, that's why I'm saying I can absolutely just leave and find my own seat! I'm not kidding either!
You—You guys seriously don't gotta sit in a cab with me!

Silver-clad Knight : Don't be like that, Mr. Spokesman. You and us, we're invited together, aren't we? It was all one letter.
And this cabin, perfect amount of room for us all to sit. They look after you on the way too.
And with us around, the safety problem is no problem.

Man In a Suit :

Safety's not my problem here, yeah, no...
I don't think it's "perfect", is the thing?? You guys get to sit on the benches and I have to dump my butt on the table!

"Trilby Asher" : ...Apologies, excuse me.

[The Trilby Asher shuts the door again. ]

<Background 4>

"Trilby Asher" : ......
I see... I understand. I must be dreaming.
Kazimierz campaign knights and a KGCC representative spokesman sat in the same private cabin of a railway car...
So this is the defense Silverash plays.
How bold. How well and truly typical of the clan head's style.
Your Grace, I can't say it was for lack of trying...
But while duty might call me to fight a gaggle of campaign knights at once, I... think it's a little out of the question.

??? : More than a little.
I guess your job's not easy either.

"Trilby Asher" : —?!

Sharp : Stay calm.
Just passing through.

"Trilby Asher" : That uniform...
...This is quite the surprise party.
What is a Rhodes Islander doing here?

Sharp : You'll have to ask my boss.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Et tu, Caster's lackey?

"Trilby Asher" : Quite the shocker indeed. I wasn't expecting you in the flesh.
But the funny thing is, weren't Rhodes Island and Kjerag only meant to be "business partners"?
Yes, if there's one thing I can trust, it's my memory.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Any questions, Mr. Bellingham?

"Trilby Asher" : Many happy returns... "Doctor".
And we have a Rhodes Island Operator here? It seems the dossiers were right—we still haven't full stock of your company's many faces.
Still, that aside for now. No surprise could be more pleasant, meeting you here.
In all sincerity, I come with open arms this time. After all, I'm not even out of this disguise, and you recognize me by it.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

"Trilby Asher" : Rhodes Island, you—

??? : Yeesh, Doctor! A little help here!

Doctor : Muelsyse!

[Rhine Lab Ecological Section Director, Muelsyse, enters the hallway... ]

Muelsyse : Hmm? 'Sup?
Our stop's coming up! We gotta get the tech packed, Doc...
Oop? Who're you guys...?

[...followed by Leto. ]

Leto : Doctor, maybe we oughta bug the conductor to go a little faster...
Hey, it's you!

"Trilby Asher" : Rhodes Island and Columbia's Rhine Lab... well, well, well.
I see it's no coincidence you're all here, then.

Muelsyse : Oh, jeez, I guess someone knows me already.
Doc, Mr. Sharp, Letobomb, aren't you gonna introduce this hatsy guy to me here?

<Background 6>

Enya : Kjarr, I'd like to know. Would Kjeragandr bless the woman waging such a bloody battle for this statue?
Though she is born from other lands? Though in Kjeragandr, she has oh so little faith?

Kjarr : Heheh. That's a very easy question, Saintess.
The term "Kjerag" simply means one who lives there, who adores this land, who finds a home in this nation.
It's no matter whether Kjeragandr recognizes it.
If a person identifies with it from the bottom of their heart, well, who can deny that?

Enya : ......
Yes.
No one can deny that. Not even she, herself.
She is a Kjerag. She already was.
Kjarr, come with me to meet our visitors.
Our Victorian guests have come to partake in the ceremony. As Saintess, I have to make an adequate response.
At the very least, I can't go without saying hello.

Kjarr : I'd like to stress—the danger of this.
But... very well, Saintess.

<Background fades out and in>

[Yucatan returns with Sciurus. ]

Yucatan : Matriarch!
Sciurus is back!

Ratatos : She is?!
Some nerve being late... wait, no, I told her to keep out of this! Why did she come HERE?!

Sciurus : Who's saying I can't come?
And I didn't just come, I brought some special guests with me too!

Ratatos : Is this let's-bring-guests timing to you?
You make a language out of inane, you silly sister!

Sciurus : ...I am NOT being silly.

Enciodes : Indeed. Madam Sciurus's hand is deft and wise. I find her admirable.
Ratatos, you'd do well to finally raise your opinion of her.

Ratatos : ...What the hell is this, Enciodes?

Monch : Madam Sciurus, the guests have arrived safely.

Sciurus : Good! Bring them all in!

Gnosis : ......

Monch : ......
I'm out.

[Monch awkwardly leaves after seeing her former employer. ]

Weiss : Master!
Your guests are here already!

Sciurus : Your who? These are MY guests I invited!

[A Kazimierz knights approaches the group. ]

Campaign Knight : You're Madam Sciurus of the Browntail clan?
Very pleased you invited us to be part of this ceremony.

Ratatos : Sciurus... is this your pleasant surprise?

Sciurus : Uh, duh!
Let me introduce you all! We have here our campaign knight from the Adeptus Sprawiedliwi Kazimierz, here to celebrate the erection of our statue to Kjeragandr!
I sent an invitation especially to the Adeptus! That was NOT an easy invitation to make!
So they're MY guests!

Enciodes : It's just a coincidence, Madam Sciurus.
I cannot laud you enough that you were able to invite a campaign knight. My guest of honor, meanwhile, would be this fellow—
Welcome, Sir Spokesman of the General Chamber of Commerce.

[Spokesman Mob approaches them. ]

Spokesman Mob : Hello to you. I'm taking it you're Mr. Silverash?
Good to meetcha, good to meetcha, and hello from my company. Thank you for all the effort of inviting me out to Kjerag.
The scenery here in Kjerag, supremely beautiful. I believe your company and mine will absolutely end the day here with a partnership we both love.
Oh, and don't mind me but I gotta say, I think I saw some mad fight out on a frozen lake the whole way here?
And kind of familiar too, like, one guy. I mean, those combat moves, they rang bells in my head.
Oh sorry, excuse me if I'm talking too much?
It's, uh, a holdover from the old job. Ahem. Right, I'll be careful not to say too much that doesn't work towards us working together.

Enciodes : No, Mr. Mob, I'm in need of your exact talent right now.

Spokesman Mob : Come again? You need...?

Enciodes : Yes.
Right now, this very moment.
Please, come with me. I'll have them cast sound amplification Arts.
May I ask you to loudly proclaim that—
Karlan Trade, and the corporations of the Kazimierz General Chamber of Commerce, are about to sign an agreement.
To Kazimierz, Kjerag will become a trusty partner.

<Background fades out>

「...What's that noise?
It's not anyone splashing into the icewater, and it's not cries for help.
It sounds like someone loudly saying something, and then the people all about her stumble in disarray.
That loud voice. But whatever it's saying, she can't tell clearly.
Her field of view narrows and dims by a fraction more. The sounds almost turn to fuzz in her ears.
She can't feel her own limbs anymore, but she can be sure she still has a grip on her old companions.
Her degenbrechers.
Because she knows her body is still acting on reflex, striking down every person that comes near.
It's just... too loud.
Too loud. How can someone talk this noisily?
Why has the crowd gone?
Did someone breach her line of defense already?
No.
The wild beast's dulling eyes of gold suddenly flare alight.
—As long as she can stand.
—She will allow absolutely no one past! 」

<Background 5>

Harold : ...brecher! Madam Degenbrecher!
Stop fighting... Gah!
You've lost too much blood, Madam Degenbrecher! Come to your senses a little!

Degenbrecher : ......

Harold : Aht-aht-aht, keep flailing at this rate and you'll sink us both in the lake!

Degenbrecher : We're not fighting?

Harold : No more fighting, no more!
Goodness, however much the Duke wants to slap Kjerag in the face, we can't be showing Kazimierz the hand in the process... at least not now.
Kept between Victoria and Kjerag, one might still call it the Duke's personal Silverash grievances. But the moment you bring Kazimierz into it too, things become far, far less simple.
Are the gourmands of Kazimierz already inviting Karlan Trade to the table? With such distance between them, and in such short order?
What a talented young individual.

Degenbrecher : ......

Harold : And I know the Duke won't reproach me for deciding to stay my hand. Spiffing excuse.
A good half my men you batted into the lake, Madam Degenbrecher. It was a backbreaker to scoop them out again...
If we'd kept going like that, I'd need another pair of arms to treat you all!

Seasoned Soldier : I say you need them as is. *cough*

Harold : I take no criticism from anyone still hacking up blood.

Degenbrecher : ...We're done?

Harold : Well and truly done.

Degenbrecher : Okay.

「Enciodes pulled it off.
She did what she needed to.
That's all Degenbrecher hears. 」

Harold : Now, Madam, stop there!
The lives we live, they always tend to be out of our hands.
I wanted to retire eons ago myself, but I have to keep my own men, my all too often down-and-out brothers in mind.
With this, it finally ought to be my turn for once, hm?
And in light of the fact your faithful fan's been beaten black and blue...
Could you give me your autograph?

Degenbrecher : ...You're still in the mood for that?
This card... heh.

Harold : Do tell?

Degenbrecher : The first time I won the Major, they wouldn't leave me alone until I agreed to a photoshoot.
After that, I never agreed to another one. They were too boring for me.

Harold : I see. No wonder The Black Knight's knight trumps always come in those same poses, edition after edition.

「Degenbrecher accepts the pen Harold holds out to her, and writes her name—"Degenbrecher". 」

Degenbrecher : Take it.
You'd better not have anything else for me to sign.

Harold : Ah, Madam, where are you going?
Do you need some quick treatment? My first aid's excellent, you know.

「Degenbrecher lifts her head to look to the dawn.
In the distance, two figures walk, approaching her. She still can't make them out, but she knows who they are.
It's like Kjeragandr on high is gazing down on her, someplace as high as the sun. 」

Degenbrecher : No need.
I'm going back.
There's people waiting for me.

RS-ST-3: Final Destination

Summary

Weapons are cast aside and the ceremony proceeds smoothly. Much has changed in Kjerag, which will undoubtedly see more and increasingly complex challenges. The monstrosity in the underground factory signifies that Kjerag is ready.

<Background 1>

Victorian Soldier : Ugh...
Uh... I...
Is it over? Did we win? Ouch!

Somber Soldier : Good, at least you can still feel your arm.
Now get up if you're still alive.

[The soldier stands up. ]

Victorian Soldier : Ouch! Take it easy, Charles!

Lead Soldier : Enough fooling around. Harold has enough work to do without you adding to it.
Get to the lakeside if you can still walk. Patch yourselves up if you can.
I need a few volunteers to help me carry the ones that can't get up themselves.

Somber Soldier : I'll come with you, Jefferson.

Lead Soldier : Just say it if you don't want that leg of yours anymore. We can have Harold make one for you.
God's wounds, I can't believe everyone's still breathing after all that. What a bloody miracle.
Could it really be Kjeragandr's protection?

Somber Soldier : Isn't it the other way round? A thousand against one, and she's still breathing...

Victorian Soldier : Maybe it really is Kjeragandr's protection.

Enya : It's not.
Kjeragandr is kind and watchful, but this result is not the result of Her power.

[Enya approaches the wounded soldiers. ]

Enya : That no one lost their life here is a miracle that we created together.
That's what I believe.

Lead Soldier : Y-You're the Saintess of Kjerag?
Your words honor us more than we deserve.

Enya : What are your instructions?
Just an invitation to attend the post-ceremony banquet, as is the place of the host.
After all, aren't you here in Kjerag for the ceremony?

Lead Soldier : ...I thought exile would be the best-case scenario.
We're allowed to participate in the banquet?

Enya : Would you rather be here for the banquet, or admit that you're here for a "military operation" and go to prison?

Lead Soldier : Uhm.

Enya : Go on, be my guest.

<Background 2>

Kjarr : Saintess.
Everything is ready. The banquet can begin at any tie[sic].

Enya : Thank you, Kjarr.

Kjarr : Why thank me?

Enya : No particular reason... just wanted to thank you.
Kjerag will become a better place, Kjarr.
There will come a day when people from the outside will know more than just Karlan Trade, see more than just the snow, mountains and valleys.
They will know that there is a country here by the name of Kjerag.
A respectable country with its unique culture and customs, where its people live in prosperity.

Kjarr : Sounds great.
You sure you don't need "a little help", Enya?
Without that, you wouldn't have any rainbows.

Enya : Kjeragandr's blessing reaches into the heart because of how precious it is.
If we ask Kjeragandr for a miracle for every little thing, then what's left is not religion, but reliance.
When you start to take something for granted, that's when you stop respecting it.
Things are fine the way it is.
Let's just hope Kjeragandr doesn't get angry at me for thinking this way.

Kjarr : Hah, don't worry, Enya.
Nothing makes a mother happier than to see her child start to walk on its own two feet.

<Background 1>

Spokesman Mob : I'm done, Mr. Silverash.
This is my first outdoor speech. Are you sure this is going to work?

Enciodes : It was perfect, Mr. Mob.
Your voice was filled with passion. No one could pick a flaw in it.
Even though you declined my offer to have someone magnify your voice with Originium Arts, the amplification device that you used performed above and beyond expectations.
Is this your company's new product?

Spokesman Mob : This amplifier?
No, of course not. It's good, but the market for amplifiers is cornered by a few big companies. There's no place for us there... ahem. Forget I said anything.

Enciodes : I've heard about corporate competition in Kazimierz. You didn't say anything that I didn't know.
So, what is it that you're using?

Spokesman Mob : A gift from a friend I met on the train.
They probably thought it was just a toy.
Who could have thought that it would come in so handy when Mr. Silverash made that abrupt request?

Enciodes : I see...
Mr. Mob, Karlan Trade would very much love for our cooperation to extend beyond this one time.
I will have someone take you around Kjerag for the next few days, including tours of our mines and factories.
Please accept this as a token of my sincerity.
I believe Kjerag will not disappoint you.

<Background 3>

Leto : They stopped. They really stopped.
It's like you said. That man in a suit opens his mouth, and both sides stop fighting before long!
I thought we were in for a real fight. Didn't SilverAsh tell you guys to get here quick?
But it was all over in an instant.
Why did the Victorians and Kjerags stop fighting as soon as he arrived?

Doctor : Because he's a spokesman for the Kazimierz General Chamber of Commerce.

Leto : Who...? Is that really important?
Oh, wait, I know!
The important thing is that he's from Kazimierz, isn't it?
Victoria wants to bully Kjerag for its own interests, but they have to be careful when it comes to Kazimierz, who's also here for its own interests... I think something like this came up in one of Anna's tests.
So... is this why SilverAsh contacted you and Muelsyse?
You're his backup plan?

Doctor : You're learning, Leto. / We don't need it now, though.

Leto : No wonder you were in such a hurry.
Stuff like this is a pain.
But how did you know that the man in the suit was a spokesman for... hm, for what again?
You know him?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : We've met.

Leto : Oh yeah, you and Amiya went to Kazimierz for a while.
I want to go with Mamochka, if I get the chance.
There are a few knights I really like. They're so cool!

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : His appearance has changed, but his voice hasn't.

Leto : Appearance... voice?
I guess his voice was pretty unusual. It was really loud.
I don't know how he did it. I could hear him all the way from here.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Leto : Oh yeah, Doctor.
Did you give him something at the station?

Doctor : A little toy that Closure made. / Just a little help.

Leto : Really?
Somehow, I can't help but think there's more than meets the eye.
Oh... Muelsyse is chatting with someone.
Should we go over?
You have people you know here too, don't you, Sharp?

Sharp : I'm working right now.

Doctor : The one who invited me is probably a little too busy right now.
Taking in the view here isn't such a bad idea.

Leto : Sure.
I'll stay with you.

Doctor : I don't think that's going to work.
There's someone waiting for you there.

Leto : For me? Who? Oh...
HIM.
......

Doctor : Are you not going?

Leto : Well, there really isn't anything I want to say to him..
Arrggghhh! This sucks!
Sorry, Doctor, Sharp, give me a minute!
I'll be back soon!

<Background 4>

Arctosz : Rosalind.
......

Leto : You got something to say, spit it out.
Otherwise, I've got places to be.

Arctosz : Wait!
I just wanted to make sure that you're safe.
I couldn't come find you in that chaos.

Leto : I'm fine.
The Victorians weren't looking for me. Even that Trilby Asher guy is no match for Sharp and the Doctor.

Arctosz : That bastard's still after you?!

Leto : I don't think so. It didn't look like he was here for me.
Well, he's lucky he ran away. Sharp and I would have given him a nice little beating.

Arctosz : Don't underestimate a Trilby Asher.
I don't like their methods either, but the Trilby Ashers are a big deal.

Leto : Him? Didn't seem like he was anything special.

Arctosz : That's because Enciodes has Degenbrecher to keep him down!
A warrior must never underestimate an enemy, Rosalind.

Leto : Alright, you done then? I gotta go.

Arctosz : Wait!
......

Leto : Three.
Two.

Arctosz : R-Rosalind!
...I spent a lot of time thinking about it last night.
I was weak back then.
The days with your mother were like honey. I couldn't keep myself from thinking about her. I couldn't keep myself away from her, from the very beginning.
I dragged you and Tatyana into that mess, but abandoned you when I couldn't handle the pressure...
You were right to yell at me, Rosalind.
Whatever I say now won't be anything more than an excuse.
For more than a decade, my memory has tried to justify it.
It whitewashes the memories for a man too weak to face his own weaknesses, so that he can continue to feel safe, continue to run away.
He lied so much he even fooled himself.
It's my fault.
I deserve to be scolded and scorned by you.
And I can't blame you for being disappointed in me and Kjerag...
I let you and your mother down.
I'm sorry.

Leto : ......
There's one thing I want to make clear.
Mamochka never said anything bad about Kjerag.
Or about my papa.
She even taught me how to pray to Kjeragandr, even though I never really believed in it.
Mamochka only ever said good things about this place.

Arctosz : Tatyana... she doesn't hate Kjerag?

Leto : why would I lie?
I told you, didn't I? She said my papa was really handsome.
Of course, I'm having doubts about that now.

Arctosz : —?!
It was before I started in with the beard. Tatyana did say she liked my face...
Wait, why did she tell you all this... could it be...?
Could it be that she doesn't blame me?

Leto : Stop.
Don't get too ahead of yourself.
Don't count on other people not blaming you, if you know you're wrong.
But it's exhausting to live with hatred. You underestimate Mamochka, if you thought she would spend a decade hating you and Kjerag.
You're not worth it.

Arctosz : You're right...
It's not worth it to live in pain for a man like me.
It's all for the better...

Leto : Good, you get it.
I didn't know who my papa was, and now I do. But that's all there is to it.
I don't need recognition from your family. Paleroche business is none of my business.
I'm the daughter of Tatyana Yevgenyevna Larina.
I'm Rosalind Tatyanovna Larina, codename Leto. Remember that.

Arctosz : It was Tatyana who named you. Rosalind Tatyanovna Larina... rolls more smoothly off the tongue than Paleroche.
Leto... not bad, not bad. A nice codename.

Leto : At least you have taste.
Oh yeah.
This is for you.

[Leto hands him a slip of paper. ]

Arctosz : A... bank account?

Leto : Child support for all these years. The amount is in the back. I rounded it down for you.
Please make the transfer at your earliest convenience.

Arctosz : Ch-Child support?

Leto : I said it yesterday, didn't I?
Living expenses, tuition, medical bills, emotional damages for a deadbeat dad... it's all there.
Gotta go.

[Leto walks away without another explanation. ]

Arctosz : W-Wait, Rosalind!
The... the currency conversion might take some time. I-I'll find someone to take care of it as soon as possible!
Rosalind!
Please, can I see Tatyana one more time? Just once...

Leto : In your dreams!

<Background fades out and in>

Elder Devotee : ......
Is this your will too, Kjeragandr?
The matters of the world are beyond a mere mortal's ability to predict...

Paleroche Commoner : Master?
Why are you standing all the way up front? There's nothing to see in particular...

Elder Devotee : Just passing by.
You said you just became a grandfather the last time you came to pray, Lucas?

Paleroche Commoner : Yes!
My son's daughter. Good thing she looks like her mother.
That foreign woman my son insisted on marrying. From what's-the-name... Siracusa! Fierce woman, that.
Well, at least the kid of mine got a taker.

Elder Devotee : Were you against the marriage?

Paleroche Commoner : What's the point, if the young ones are in love?
I might have said a word or two in my younger days.
But now? Just let them be.

Elder Devotee : ......
You said you wanted a warding stone for your granddaughter, didn't you?

Paleroche Commoner : Hoping that some of Kjeragandr and the Saintess's blessings would rub off, you know.

Elder Devotee : You can have this.

[He takes the stone meant for Rosalind out of his pocket and gives it to the man. ]

Paleroche Commoner : Th-This mark... it's a stone blessed by the Saintess herself?
Th-That's too precious for someone like me, Master!

Elder Devotee : Take it. Consider it a welcome gift for your granddaughter as she comes into this world.
I'll pray to Kjeragandr that the children of Kjerag can grow up without illness, pain, or sorrow.
By Kjeragandr.

Paleroche Commoner : By Kjeragandr.

<Background 2>

Harold : Phew...
The Black Knight is definitely more than just a name. To think she wasn't even trying to kill...
A little too much for old bones like mine.

Victorian Soldier? : Sir, your injuries...

Harold : Just a scratch.
Don't want to miss the Saintess's banquet, after all.
It's not every day that I get to be called "sir" by you, though.
I think I just lost my appetite, for some reason.

[The Trilby Asher takes off his disguise. ]

"Trilby Asher" : My condolences concerning your appetite, My Lord.
I will report the facts of your performance in Kjerag and the changes in the situation to the Duke.

Harold : Suit yourself.
I'm confident that I did nothing to displease Her Grace.
What about you, Trilby Asher?
The waters of Londinium you could muddle, but Kjerag gives you little room to maneuver.

"Trilby Asher" : No need to worry about me, My Lord.
I have complete the mission assigned to me by Her Grace.

Harold : Oh?

"Trilby Asher" : Kjerag is not worth devoting too much time and effort to, but there are elements that require the Duke's attention.

Harold : You mean...
We thought it was Karlan Trade, or Kjerag's geographical advantages as a natural fortress and commerce hub...
Seems like Her Grace is truly grounded... or visionary?
Are you here to visit the true form of Kjeragandr?

"Trilby Asher" : Of course.
Her Grace wants to know whether Kjeragandr truly exists in Kjerag.
In times of crisis, will Kjeragandr really help Her people?

Harold : Interesting.
And your conclusion?

"Trilby Asher" : I do not recommend that the Duke confront Kjerag militarily at this time.
Seeing the Kazimierzian corporations that publicly entered into partnership with Karlan Trade, I also ran into a Columbian scientist on the way here...
Force is not the smart plan.
Winning is easy, making money is hard. We're not Ursine. It's not worth it.

Harold : It's not every day that we agree with each other.
Did you hit your head or something?

"Trilby Asher" : Like you, I'm a pacifist.

Harold : Eww...
Just talk like you normally do. Please.

"Trilby Asher" : If it saves some time and effort.
My lord.

Harold : Yes?

"Trilby Asher" : Are you familiar with this little trinket?

Harold : A burdenbeast blind box, they're all the rage right now.
Why would you buy this?
Well, that's not important. Open it up and let's see what's inside.
I've got a full set, but I'm missing the limited-edition secret version.

"Trilby Asher" : No one knows what the box holds until it's opened.
The mystery is what makes it alluring. Perhaps I shouldn't open it.

Harold : Well, are you going to open it or not?
I'll have it, if you're not going to open it.

"Trilby Asher" : I'll open it.
Hm? What's this?

Harold : What did you find? Let me see... mother of mercy!
This is... Frozen crystal burdenbeast! Secret limited edition!
What kind of luck is that? I've been opening these boxes since the first day I arrived in Kjerag, and I've never gotten this one!
By Kjeragandr, this is not fair!
Trilby Asher, we're both in Her Grace's employ. Do you think you could...?

"Trilby Asher" : I'm afraid not, My Lord.
I must stay in Kjerag for a while longer after submitting my report.
Thanks to you, I just realized that... collecting burdenbeast accessories isn't such a bad pastime after all.

<Background 1>

Enciodes : Can you stand?

Degenbrecher : Not dead yet. I'll be fine in a few days.

Enciodes : Good.

Degenbrecher : Gnosis?

Enciodes : He went down first.
He says he's footing the bill tonight.

Degenbrecher : He has lousy taste. Pick for him.

Enciodes : Okay.
......

Degenbrecher : You've been walking around in circles there for ages. You got something to say, out with it.

Enciodes : I'm thinking that my debt to you seems to keep growing, from Kazimierz to here.
One that I don't see a way to repay.

Degenbrecher : You're afraid I'd jump ship?

Enciodes : It would be a big loss.

Degenbrecher : You want to repay me?

Enciodes : Name your price. Gnosis will find a way.

Degenbrecher : Forget it.
All I did was follow an arrogant young man to these bleak frozen hills ten years ago on a whim, a place where the temperature hovers around freezing on the warmest days.
Life here didn't turn out to be so bad, so I started doing what I could.
What does any of that have to do with you, Enciodes?

Enciodes : I guess you're right.
You stayed for the land, not for me.
I didn't think I would hear it from your own mouth.

Degenbrecher : And don't put on that act about owing me.
Tell the truth. What are you thinking?

Enciodes : I'm thinking...
There will come a day when people from the outside will know more than just Karlan Trade, see more than just the snow, mountains and valleys.
They'll remember the name "Kjerag".

Degenbrecher : Don't get too excited.
You may have won this round, but at the end of the day you've just gotten yourself even more tough customers.
Should I thank you for bringing Kazimierz back to me?

「Enciodes stays silent for a moment, then picks up a broken piece of ice from the ground and points it at the sun.
The ice is dauntingly cold, but it glitters under the sun, almost glaringly. 」

Enciodes : Yes. Kazimierz has come, Columbia is coming.
Things will only get more complicated.

Degenbrecher : You can't win every time.

Enciodes : Have you ever lost?

Degenbrecher : No.

Enciodes : That's too bad. You must never have met an opponent like me.

Degenbrecher : Oh?
Come with Gnosis to the Tschäggättä's training grounds. I'll take both of you on at the same time.
One hand tied behind my back.

Enciodes : Haha. Gnosis is actually not bad with a sword.

Degenbrecher : You're in a good mood.

Enciodes : It's all done.
Three years of perseverance have borne fruit at last.
We broke things wide open. Caster is no longer an existential threat.
The independence of Kjerag is no longer a pipe dream.

Degenbrecher : In order words, you've drawn the attention of both arrogant Victorian nobles and unscrupulous Kazimierz merchants.
Soon to be joined by scientists with no qualms about moral or ethics.
Even more people will hate you for bringing even more chaos to this country.

Enciodes : Let them.
I don't care.
All I care is—

Campaign Knight A : Excuse me—
Are you the Black Knight?

Enciodes : ......

Degenbrecher : ...Yes.

Campaign Knight A : So it's true! The Black Knight is in Kjerag!

Campaign Knight B : It's really the Black Knight! This makes it all worth it!

Campaign Knight A : And you... you're the president of Karlan Trade, aren't you?
I've been a fan of the Black Knight since I was five. Can I get her autograph?

Enciodes : That's up to her.
Do you want to sign for these young folks, Degenbrecher?

Degenbrecher : ...Fine.

「The campaign knights eagerly call out to their comrades.
A little line forms on the ice.
It is like one of the many small fan meet-and-greets on the streets of Kazimierz.
The campaign knights give Degenbrecher their cards, and Degenbrecher writes her name on them.
Enciodes chats with the knights every now and then, playing the part of a good host.
It is all very natural. No one has the slightest complaint.
Eventually, the knights leave, satisfied, and calm returns to the ice. 」

Degenbrecher : The campaign knights I know aren't that excitable.

Enciodes : Our partnership with Kazimierz has just begun. The Adeptus Sprawiedliwi Kazimierz wouldn't have sent "real" campaign knights.
This is just the Browntails spending their own money to invite some youths over for a sightseeing trip.
And it probably took the Black Knight's name to get them to agree.

Degenbrecher : Heh.

Enciodes : How do you feel?
Maybe I'm no different from the Kazimierz that you hated. You're just another chip in my hands.
All of it is the same, be it your identity as the Black Knight, Kazimierz's exploitation of you, your martial strength, and your value as a soldier.
Do you find this unacceptable?

Degenbrecher : Now?
I've gotten used to it.

Enya : Let us once again welcome our friends from far away.
The doors of Kjerag are always open to those who come in good faith. Let us remember the friendships forged today.
By Kjeragandr.

Ratatos : By Kjeragandr.

Arctosz : By Kjeragandr!

Tschäggättä : By Kjeragandr!

<Background 2>

Muelsyse : Thank you for the invitation, Saintess.

Enya : You're... Muelsyse, from Rhine Lab.

Muelsyse : It warms me up that you still remember me.
The mountains and rivers of Kjerag that I saw along the way were awfully pretty. I'm sure we'll have a great partnership.

Enya : Rhine Lab's partner is Karlan Trade, Miss Muelsyse.

Muelsyse : But you are the one calling the shots in Kjerag.
Building a launch pad on Karlan is a big deal. Mr. Silverash has stressed the need to get the Saintess's blessing.

Enya : I have heard about this from Sir Enciodes.
Karlan is the spine and body of Kjeragandr. I must say I have reservations about such a massive project taking place there—

Kjera : Saintess, Saintess.

Enya : Excuse me.

<Background fades out and in>

Enya : What is it, Kjarr?

Kjarr : That launch pad that they're talking about, it sends things into the sky, right?
If they build it there...
Does it mean that I...? Er, Kjeragandr, will get a few cannons on Her body?

Enya : Cannons...
Kjarr... do you think Kjeragandr would object?

Kjarr : Object? Why?
It sounds so cool!
You should say yes!

<Background fades out and in>

Beautiful Woman : Lisburn! What happened?
Those wounds...

Seasoned Soldier : It's nothing.
......
Freya, I have something important to tell you...
......
............

Beautiful Woman : What is it, Lisburn?

Seasoned Soldier : I, I...
I... love...
............
"I ♥ Snow"! The knitted words on your clothes look so nice!
The snowy mountains are so beautiful on a fine day like this!

Beautiful Woman : Huh? Oh, uh, yeah.

<Background fades out and in>

Slippery Soldier : Aw damn it all!
The berk ran away from THAT? I should shoot him for desertion!

Lead Soldier : Keep it down, Jack!

Harold : Did you all peep on me like this, back in the day, when I proposed to my wife?

Lead Soldier : Come now, Harold, this isn't personal. We do this to everyone who proposes.

Somber Soldier : Is Lisburn really going to propose after a fight like that?

Harold : What does he have to lose after a fight like that?
She says yes, he gets to bury his bones here. She says no, he gets closure and returns to Victoria. It's going to take him the better part of a full year to recover.

Somber Soldier : You have a point.

Harold : You idiots, why didn't you call me over to help?
Are you going to let your brother propose empty-handed? No ring, fine, but not even a flower?

Slippery Soldier : It's all ice and snow here. Where are you gonna find a flower?

Harold : Make an ice flower, then! What do you carry your weapons for? Nothing shows sincerity like the handmade stuff. That's what the ladies like, don't you understand?

Lead Soldier : Well, you're in a better position to understand than any of us...
Right, Harold? Ice flower, eh? I'm sure there's someone back home who will be very interested to know.

Harold : ......
W-Wait! Don't you run your mouth in front of my wife!
I've never given an ice flower to any woman other than Lily... it was just an example! Really!

<Background fades out and in>

Degenbrecher : I didn't expect to see you here.

Sharp : It's my job to protect the Doctor.

Degenbrecher : Same old story.
Care to spar?

Sharp : ......
After you've fully recovered.
We can do it after hours, if I'm still in Kjerag then.

Degenbrecher : Alright.
How many people do you have who are better than you?
I wouldn't mind making the trip myself, if there are enough of them.

<Background fades out and in>

Leto : You used to commentate the knight competitions?
No wonder your voice sounded familiar. Maybe I watched a match you were covering!

Spokesman Mob : Thanks for the compliment. Not that I have much to write home about other than my voice!
I didn't expect to see the campaign knights here, though...

Leto : The ones in silver armor? They're so cool!

Sciurus : I invited them here!
And you, too, Rosalind! You're a guest of mine as well.
Enjoy the hospitality of Kjerag!

<Background fades out and in>

Enciodes : I must thank you, Doctor.
Thank you for accepting the invitation, and for your little gift to Mr. Mob.
It was quite helpful.

Doctor : You had a plan even without my help, didn't you? / Save it, I know you always have a backup plan.

Enciodes : It would have involved more effort.
Under the circumstances, I'm plenty thankful just to speed things up by a step.
I hope you're happy with our hospitality.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Don't think you can hook me with an invitation letter next time.

Enciodes : Looks like you still remember our game of chess three years ago, Doctor.
Our relationship has changed over the past three years. There's no need for this level of caution.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Was it you who invited Rhine? I thought Rhodes Island was the extent of your manipulation.

Enciodes : Karlan Trade invited Rhine Lab to discuss cooperation.
But I, Enciodes, invited you, Doctor, for the sole purpose of attending the ceremony, and nothing else.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Enciodes : You can take part of the credit for this festive scene before us.
Come, ally.
I will be happy to be your guide, if you would like to see what Kjerag is like now.

Doctor : I guess we could do worse than a shore leave. / I'll be your guest, then, so to speak.

Enciodes : One more thing.

Doctor : Next time, if you want me to bring someone with me, just say it. / Are you surprised that she didn't come?

Enciodes : As an ally, I'm sure you understand what I mean.

Doctor : Cliffheart is doing fine. It's just that this was on short notice, and she happened to be away from Rhodes Island. / Your sister is busy with her own business. Send the invitation earlier next time.
She'll come back to Kjerag next time. / She said she'll give you a surprise. The plural "you".

Enciodes : Glad to hear that.
It's a shame that she couldn't come on such an important occasion, but if she continues to climb, then whatever peak she reaches...
She'll hear the wind of Karlan from the top.

<Background black>

Gnosis : ...Ratatos?
You shouldn't be here now. The absence of the head of one of the three great houses at the Saintess's banquet will draw unnecessary attention.

Ratatos : Sciurus will take care of things.
If there's anyone who shouldn't be here at this time, it's the CTO of Karlan Trade.
I'm sure that director of Rhine Lab has many things she wants to discuss with someone in a technical position.

Gnosis : Enciodes will take care of her needs.
We want Rhine Lab's technology, and they want Karlan's elevated terrain. Fundamentally, this is a business deal.
That's more in Enciodes's domain.

Ratatos : I guess you're right.
I'm thinking that Enciodes must have had a dozen contingency plans for today's incident.
He put up a good act of being worried, though. Did it fool you?

Gnosis : That's the kind of person he is. I'm not surprised.
But there's one thing that you're off the mark about, Ratatos.
This is the rare occasion that he didn't put up an act.

Ratatos : Yes... It's not like him. Not sufficiently profit-driven, too much risk, yet the best outcome was achieved for everyone.
*sigh*
......

[The two stop walking. ]

Ratatos : You hear that, Gnosis? It's the sound of metal coming together to form a monster.
I've listened to the heavy noise of construction for long enough.

Gnosis : Project One is near completion, from what I've heard.

Ratatos : You heard right.
But for all the effort we committed, even building Kjeragandr's statue as a ruse and building the base underneath Lake Silberneherze...
For all the time we put in, the effort it took to hide it all—

Ratatos : One battleship is all we managed to build.
We can't hide it for long. Even if Victoria lets it go this once, the world will eventually figure out what we're doing.

Gnosis : That's why we don't need to hide it on purpose.
Just try not to draw too much attention.
I'm sure you realize why Victoria stopped.
We must develop as much as we can now, while all the powers at work are still in balance.
This is the only way out for Kjerag.

Ratatos : I hope it all goes as well as you say.

Gnosis : Speaking of which, Ratatos.

Ratatos : Yes?

Gnosis : I heard some rumors.
Are you really going to call the Project One ship the "Walnut"?

Ratatos : ......
Heh.
Why not?
That silly sister of mine came up with an interesting idea this time.
She said that when she has her own kids, she'll tell them that this ship is their older brother.
Cute, isn't it?

<Background 5>

??? : Rosalind?
I'm sorry I couldn't come with you to Kjerag this time.
You took the box to the top of the mountain, didn't you?

Leto : Mamochka!
You can trust me.
You went out again? The doctor told you to stay in bed!

Tatyana : Just taking a walk. I'm fine.
All this fuss over one broken bone. I'm getting suffocated, stuck in a hospital room all day.

Leto : That's because you weren't careful when fiddling with that jetpack...

Tatyana : It was fun, wasn't it?
I want to try it again sometime. Did you have the chance to try out rock-climbing while you were in Kjerag?

Leto : No, I didn't.

Tatyana : You really should, next time you have a chance. It's fun.
I'll take you on an adventure in Sargon once my leg's healed... Sami sounds good too!
Hehe.
I can't wait!

OS-ST-1: Landslide

Summary

On an ordinary day, Kjerag is struck by a Catastrophe for the first time in history.

<Background 1>

[At a fancy Victorian banquet, a presentable young man makes a bold speech. ]

Elegant Young Man : ...I believe you're wrong, sir.
Victoria may be the strongest nation on Terra, for now, but there is no guarantee that such prosperity will last forever.
We are all familiar enough with the history of Victoria's four golden decades, nourished by the legacy of Gaul.
Times have changed, however. When Victoria's productivity advantages eroded, and her ambition to expand went unsated, the cracks of internal strife began to emerge beneath the surface.
The last king attempted to mediate between the factories and the merchants, but failed to propose a new path out of the dilemma.
His end was inevitable. The same was demonstrated by the coup in Leithanien not long after.
Who emerged as the victor of the bloody struggle? No... it has been more than a decade since they hanged the Lord of Lions, but the repercussions of the coup linger to this day.
The Wheat of Brighton... the River Mersey Incident... have the dukes been able to set aside their conflicts for even a moment this past decade?
Everyone believes they will emerge the better for the struggle. Not one believes they're digging Victoria's grave together.
If we do not see change soon, an intensifying civil war will be what defines Victoria in this new era.

「... 」

[The party continues in full swing. ]

Powerful Old Woman : I heard that a most eloquent young man stole the show today.
One would be forgiven for mistaking you for today's headliner.

Elegant Young Man : I meant no offence, Your Grace, Duke of Caster.
I had hoped to make the acquaintance of more people of wisdom at your manor, but I confess I find myself disappointed.

Duke of Caster : Do you consider yourself worthy of a position as a duke's advisor, or even the Speaker of Parliament, then?

Elegant Young Man : Anyone can point out the ills that plague this nation. Curing it, however, calls for the proper means... a stroke of luck, even.
It seems that I am hardly the one who should be worrying about these things, though. What do you think?

Duke of Caster : Heh...
I remember your mother... you have inherited none of her humility or courtesy, but all of her boldness and irreverence.
...Enciodes.

Enciodes : You would hardly have found time for a distant relative from a distant land, if I had not caught your attention this way.

Duke of Caster : It was a rather inflammatory speech, but far from being enough to lay a foundation.
Many young lads have visited this house intending to make their names amongst the guests, so as to enjoy the adoration of others in high society.
How do I know you are not one of them?

Enciodes : I have little interest in becoming a guest of honor at the banquets of Victorian nobility. I simply bring a modest proposal.
The resources of Kjerag and the industry of Caster complement each other perfectly. There is potential for equal cooperation.
I am building Kjerag's first transnational trading company, and I would like to extend an invitation.

Duke of Caster : ...Equal?

Enciodes : Equal.
In thirty years, the name Kjerag will lie on the lips of all the nations of Terra.
We have nothing to lose, and everything to gain, from cooperation between our two lands.

Duke of Caster : I commend your courage.
But I doubt you have the means to make such a promise, child.

Enciodes : You will assent.
As a consummate and visionary politician, you are well aware of the dilemma that Victoria faces... or should I say, the duchy of Caster faces.
You would not lightly dismiss any measure that could improve the situation, however slim the chance.
The fact that I stand before you now is proof enough that I'm worth investing in.

Duke of Caster : Be thankful you are young enough that I can forgive your impudence.
Answer me, then, young visionary, with your wit and guile.
How does a country that has yet to adopt the Originium circuit plan on becoming a name on the lips of all the nations of Terra?

Enciodes : Your doubts are well-founded. Industry and technology are certainly important, but for a nation, there are other things that are even more important.
To be frank, the particular nature of Victorian politics may have clouded your eyes to the potential of a united nation.
I believe—

<Background Black>

And She stood upon the highest peak, pointed to the lake in the distance, and spoke:
'Remember the path you walked, and let not yourself forget;
Fear the blizzard that has yet to come, and let not yourself be arrogant;
Clutch your bows and arrows, pickaxes and hoes tight, and let not yourself be careless;
Love your brothers and sisters; love your neighbors and friends, and love the rocks and hills, the grass and trees, as you would love your own siblings.
Heed these words, and no calamity shall befall you, and your home and hearth will be safe forever more.'
...

<Background 2>

[Fire crackling, snow billowing ]

Vine-Bead Court Elder : Saintess, it's almost time...

Enya : Have the doctors not found a way?

Vine-Bead Court Elder : For years, the finest doctors of Kjerag and Victoria tried everything they could think of to purge the poison from the Great Elder.
In the end, it is not illness that takes him, but time.

Enya : I see...
May I see him?

Vine-Bead Court Elder : Of course...
Please... deliver him in Kjeragandr's name.

<Background 3>

「Enya gently pushes the door open.
The dying man's chest barely moves as he lies on the bed. He seems to hear the sound and cocks his ear with great effort before opening his mouth meekly. 」

Great Elder : Enya... is that you?

Enya : Great Elder...
How are you feeling? Would you like some water?

Great Elder : No...
Listen to me, Enya...

Enya : What is your wish?

Great Elder : This day... has been too long in coming...
Do you think that? This day has been too long in coming...

Enya : Of course not...
You taught me many things.

Great Elder : You have done well...
But I was a poor teacher... a poor elder...
I was not even... a pious child of Kjeragandr.

Enya : Great Elder?

Great Elder : I haven't heard Kjeragandr's voice... for many years...
I prayed day and night... recited the scriptures over and over... but She never answered my call.
I was lost... I was afraid...
But I had to keep going...
I thought... if Kjeragandr's will was to protect Her people... it was not against Her will to act in such a way...
I wanted to strengthen the Vine-Bead Court's authority... I wanted the hearts of Kjerag to be united and firm...
But I erred... in many ways...

Enya : 'One can lie to a man, but no one can deceive Kjeragandr.'
She sees all that we do.
She knows all our errors, and our repentance.

Great Elder : I know... I believed...
But a long time passed... and I thought that I had not been punished by Kjeragandr...
And so... I stopped believing.
Until last night... Kjeragandr came to me in a dream.
She did not reproach me... She simply walked in front of me, leading me to the lake whose surface was like a mirror...
And She said, 'All the rivers shall converge upon this place...'
And then I knew, my time was up...
I want to repent... I must repent... but it's too late for me...

Enya : ...

Great Elder : Enya...
Tell me... honestly...
Do you still... hear Kjeragandr's voice?

<Background Black>

Her followers must listen carefully to Her teachings at all times.
The noise of the land may deafen our ears to Her voice, and the wind and snow blind our eyes to Her teachings.
But remember always that She is good, and those who forsake Her walk on the wrong path.
It is harder to be good than evil, to forgive than to hate, to be humble than to be proud.
Those who tread this path must know it is a treacherous one, but those who stray from it shall find it even harder to return.
...

<Background 4>

Ratatos : Stop making all that noise, Yucatan.
Since when are you as restless as Sciurus?

Yucatan : I'm sorry, Matriarch... but I just can't help myself at a time like this...
There's nothing I can do for her but pray.

Ratatos : Always so uneasy, you and Sciurus.
She is my younger sister, and the future Browntail Matriarch. A little thing like this should be no trouble at all.
That idiot's in excellent health. You remember how she sneaked out to climb Mount Jungfrau when she was eight, and ended up breaking her leg when she fell?
They thought she'd never walk again. In two months, she was running and jumping around like nothing ever happened.
No one gave it a second thought... are we really sure there were no lingering effects?
No, no, of course there wouldn't be...
It was so long ago, and the doctors say she's healthy as a burdenbeast...
But can those Victorian doctors really be trusted? I'll have their heads if anything happens to my stupid sister...
Gopferdammi... it's been four hours! Why haven't they come out yet?

[A guard enters the room. ]

Browntail Guard : Matriarch, report from Captain Monch—

Ratatos : Shut up! Don't bother me, whatever it is!

Browntail Guard : Understood...

Yucatan : L-Let's take a deep breath, Matriarch...
Kjeragandr will protect Rus...
She's the gentlest woman I've ever met... who would Kjeragandr watch over, if not her?

Ratatos : *sigh*...
You're right... you're right...
Kjeragandr...

「O Kjeragandr... hear my prayer...
I am hardly the most pious of Kjeragandr's people, but now I muster all my piety, in the hopes that Kjeragandr will grant this one favor.
If Clan Browntail must be punished for our past transgressions, then let all that punishment fall upon me.
I will accept your anger, your wrath.
But please... spare my foolish sister... 」

[The cries of a newborn baby can be heard from the other room. ]

Yucatan : —!

Ratatos : By Kjeragandr...

<Background 5>

[Electronic jingle playing ]

「Dear travelers, please note that train KT392 departing from Lake Silberneherze bound for Brig Pass will be delayed by one hour due to inclement weather.
Kjerag Rail sincerely apologizes for the inconvenience.
Please speak to a staff member at the information desk if you require assistance...
... 」

Impatient Tourist : Are Victorian trains ever NOT late? Looks like they've rubbed off on Kjerag Rail.

Leisurely Tourist : It's just a little wait. Frankly, I'd rather stay here for a while longer than deal with those investors back home.
At least they have good cystymilk here for free... *burp*.
But inclement weather, they say? Doesn't look like it's snowing...

<Background fades out and in>

[A suspicious Feline woman enters the station. ]

Agitated Woman : ...

<Background fades out and in>

[The woman bumps into a tourist. ]

Impatient Tourist : What's the hurry? The trains aren't running.

Agitated Woman : Sorry... excuse me...

Impatient Tourist : Wait a minute...
I've seen this trick before! You're a pickpocket, aren't you?
Stop right there! Let me make sure you didn't steal anything...

Agitated Woman : —!

「The woman breaks free of the hand grabbing her shoulder and runs in the direction of the crowd, vanishing into a sea of people. 」

Impatient Tourist : Huh! Hey! Somebody, help! Thief!

Staff : Did you lose something, ma'am?

Impatient Tourist : My purse, jewelry, terminal... huh? Everything seems to be here?
But that one...

Leisurely Tourist : Probably some unfortunate sod trying to get on without a ticket.
I told you, this is pious Kjerag, not postwar Londinium. No one's after your purse.

[Monch runs past. ]

Leisurely Tourist : By Kjeragandr...
Does trying to ride without a ticket get you hunted down by warriors, in Kjerag?

<Background 5>

[Monch points her knife to the woman's back. ]

Monch : Found you.
Madam Carolin of Rhine Lab.

Carolin : ...!

Monch : I know who you are, and what you've done. Come quietly, unless you want everyone under the sun to know.
The Vine-Bead Court will grant you a fair and impartial trial. First, give me what you're holding.

「The woman silently clutches the folder in her arms and thinks for a moment before crying out without warning. 」

Carolin : Run!
Run! There's a bomb in the station!

Monch : —!

「The crowded station quickly descends into chaos at the woman's cry.
The creator of the chaos once again disappears into the crowd. 」

Monch : Damn...

<Background 4>

Yucatan : Rus... so glad you're alright...

Sciurus : How are they... the children?

Yucatan : Perfectly fine. Your sister's taking care of them.
Rest now, and don't worry about a thing.

Sciurus : *sigh*...
Yucatan... there were a few times there I thought I was going to see Kjeragandr...
Every little bad thing that I ever did came flashing back before my eyes... even that time when I climbed that tree to steal fowlbeast eggs when I was eight...
What would Kjeragandr punish me for...?

Yucatan : She already punished you, remember? That time you spent two months in bed.
Don't worry about it, Rus... we've made it through so much. Now we've got another reason to keep going.
We have to see Oak and Berry grow up.
Kjeragandr won't separate us...

Sciurus : Yucatan... is it snowing outside?
It's a little cold...

Yucatan : I'll add some firewood and get you another blanket.
Sleep well, Rus.
The winter will pass... and we can go see the flowers by the lake when spring comes. All of us, together.

「Sciurus closes her eyes and falls asleep quietly.
It should be a moment of happiness...
But Yucatan feels a rock in his heart.
He looks outside. The clouds are thick and heavy, but the snow refuses to fall. This kind of weather is rarely seen in Kjerag.
Maybe we're in for a cold winter this year, Yucatan thinks. 」

Yucatan : When the winter passes...

<Background 3>

Enya : 'She is omnipresent, She cannot be sought.'
We need not question Her existence. She is there when we choose to follow Her.
...Do you remember this from the scriptures?

Great Elder : No... this is not how it should be...
If She is omnipresent and cannot be sought, then who hears Her will, and who—*cough* *cough*!!

Enya : You should rest, Great Elder. Don't let yourself suffer.

Great Elder : I see it, Enya...
I see unprecedented calamity descending upon Mount Karlan...
I see Originium bringing ruin to the land...
I see... I see Her abandoning Kjerag!

Enya : ...!

「Caught up in a bout of excitement, the old man stares outside the window, his face warped and twisted, seemingly seething in anger, or engulfed by a terror that defies description.
He raises his withered arms, trying to grasp something, only for them to fall back down meekly.
Finally, he quiets down, as though he has expended the last sliver of strength he had... 」

Enya : Great Elder...

Great Elder : Enya...
Say a prayer for me...
The final chapter... of the Kjeragandr...

<Background Black>

'...And all the rivers shall converge upon this place at the end of it all;
And you shall walk the path forward alone,
And the path you shall walk lies beneath your feet.'
She sighs as She speaks the words.
She turns around, and disappears in the wind and snow from whence she came.
...

<Background 6>

[Monch and Carolin battle on the mountainside. ]

Monch : You have no hope of escape. The people of Kjerag know the wind and snow better than any outsider. Your Arts are not effective here.
We don't want to damage our relationship with Rhine Lab. Otherwise, I would keep you here by any means necessary to retrieve the military secrets that you stole.

Carolin : ...
...I'm not carrying your military secrets.

Monch : I have no reason to believe you.

Carolin : You don't understand.

Monch : Don't understand what?

Carolin : You don't understand what these data mean...
How long do you think your 'god' will protect you?

Monch : You can't talk your way out of this—

[Thunder rumbling ]

Monch : Wait...
What's with the clouds...?

Carolin : Run—

<Background shakes>

「The avalanche struck in an instant.
A loud crack moved the mountains that had remained dormant for many years. Snow poured down the slopes, mixed with rocks and black crystals, and all creation was obscured by gray and white.
The mountains trembled, the echoes lingered in the valley.
Few could comprehend what had just happened—
It was the first Catastrophe in history to strike this place. 」

Operation story: OS-1

Before operation

Summary

The three clans initiate rescue operations after the Catastrophe, but they cannot prevent panic from spreading through the population. Enya realizes that Kjarr has gone missing.

<Background 1>

[Dozens of rescuers traverse the avalanache area. ]

Matterhorn : Team Alpha, drop the supplies in the east-side clearing.
Set up medical tents in conjunction with the Paleroche reinforcements and be ready to receive wounded.

Rescuer A : Right!

Matterhorn : Team Bravo, take your shovels and wineskins and look for survivors in the ruins of the train station. Be thorough and keep your ears open for any cries.

Rescuer B : Alright! Team, grab your gear and follow me—

Matterhorn : Try not to make too much noise. We could still be looking at a second avalanche. A team is on its way to investigate the mountains.
Trust our people, and trust in Kjeragandr's protection.

Rescuer B : By Kjeragandr.

Rescuer A : ...By Kjeragandr.

Matterhorn : By Kjeragandr.
Time's a-wasting. Get moving.

Rescuers : Yes, sir!

「Before the voices disperse on the cold wind, the servants of Clan Silverash are already on the move, spreading out on the snow in every direction.
They are not the only ones here. The white tide has torn a gash in the peace. 」

<Background fades out and in>

[A rescuer digs through the buildings. ]

Rescuer : Over here! This one's alive!

Arctosz : Hang in there! You're a son of Kjerag, you can take it!

Injured Man : M-My leg...
I can't move my leg... my leg is... argh!

Arctosz : Don't move! Somebody in the back, report!

Rescuer : We dug a hole, but his leg is pinned under a steel girder. If we can't get it out of the way, we'll need a surgeon to... no, I'll try to dig it open a little bit more!

[The rescuer digs deeper. ]

Rescuer : Grr—okay! Good news, the girder's already broken! All we need to do is lift it up!

Arctosz : All we need is a little elbow grease! Over here, all hands on deck!
Hold tight, one, two, three...
—Hrragh!!

[They lift up the girder. ]

Injured Man : Argh... it hurts...

Arctosz : We got a gap! Pull him out now!

Rescuer : I got him. Take it easy, lift him up and put him on the tarp. Careful not to pull the wound open...
Slowly, carefully—

[They pull the man out. ]

Rescuer : Got it! Stretcher!

[The medics place the man on the strecher. ]

Rhodes Island Medic : Out of the way! Stretcher coming through!

「Suppressed, restrained cries. Rescues. Stretchers. Survivors.
The rescuers run back and forth on the white snow, their faces red with exertion, hot sweat dripping on the snow. 」

Arctosz : Take over for me here, Gulo. Save every soul you can.

Gulo : Right!
But where are you going, sir?

<Background fades out and in>

Matterhorn : Sir Arctosz... is rescue work in the south already done?

Arctosz : No, not yet.
Gulo's overseeing it. I came to find you.

Matterhorn : We're handling things here, no need to worry. The Browntails' help has already arrived, they brought blankets and food.
Madame Ratatos wanted to come personally, but she seems to be otherwise engaged.

Arctosz : ...I figured as much.
We know what's going on. Nobody blames her.
Schiisdräck! The timing of this bloody disaster!

Matterhorn : It came out of the blue. There were no warning signs, no chance to prepare.

Arctosz : Yes! That's why I came to you.
You know the rules. This avalanche happened on Paleroche land, and we're responsible for the mountains here.
We've been watching the thickness of the snowpack. I've seen the records myself. Everything was normal!
That's why I came to ask. Don't you have people at that research institute of yours whose job is to check on the mountains? What are they saying?

Matterhorn : Research institute... you mean Rhine Lab?

Arctosz : Yeah! They spend all day on the mountains carrying all that newfangled gear. You're not telling me they didn't find anything, are you?

Matterhorn : They have their own projects to deal with, and they don't necessarily focus all their attention on the mountains.
Besides, we came as soon as we heard about the avalanche. We haven't had a chance to find out what they know.
Sir Enciodes sent Degenbrecher up the mountains with a team. They should be back soon.

Arctosz : Hm...
This is sending chills up my spine. What in blazes is this avalanche...?

「The wind wails, carrying snowflakes with it. The man turns around and stares at the mountain. He may be a mountain among men, but he is little more than a pebble before the silent mountains. 」

Arctosz : Is that...?

「A group is moving quickly down the snowy mountain path, heading for the two men. 」

Investigator : Sir Matterhorn!
We must let Sir Enciodes know at once! W-We found—

「The investigator's expression is deathly pale, his fur boots wet and gray with dirty snow.
In the wind, his rapid and ragged breathing sounds almost like wailing. 」

<Background Black>

Enciodes : If there are no further questions about the framework agreement, let us now move on to the detailed terms of the agreement.
First, concerning taxation of the joint Kjerag-Kazimierz mining endeavor—

[Door knocking ]

Karlan Trade Clerk : (Whisper) Sir, Madam Degenbrecher is outside. She has something to report.

Enciodes : ...Right now?

Karlan Trade Clerk : (Whisper) Yes. She says it's extremely urgent...

<Background 2>

Enciodes : What's this urgent matter?

Degenbrecher : We found this on the mountain where the avalanche occurred.

「Degenbrecher opens her gloved hand, and a small, black shard of Originium lies quietly in her palm. 」

Enciodes : On a mountain in Kjerag?

Degenbrecher : If the mountain by the train station counts as Kjerag.
Both Gnosis and Rhodes Island's have examined it. It's almost certain that...

「Degenbrecher looks around her, making sure there are no eavesdroppers, and drops her voice. 」

Degenbrecher : This avalanche was a Catastrophe.

Enciodes : ...
How many know?

Degenbrecher : The investigation team is our people, so we can keep them quiet, but a number of those at the foot of the mountain have been infected.
It won't be a secret for long.

Enciodes : ...
Instruct Matterhorn to set up a blockade and not allow civilians to approach. I want checkpoints on the mountains as well.
Contact Rhodes Island and request secrecy in the housing and treatment of patients. Tell them to contact Karlan Trade if they need any help.
And tell Ratatos and Arctosz to meet me at the train station in one hour. Whatever it takes.

Degenbrecher : Understood. Anything else?

Enciodes : ...Take a squad and go to Vine-Bead Court immediately.
And tell Gnosis to take a team to protect the Rhine Lab observation station.

Degenbrecher : Understood.

[Degenbrecher leaves. ]

「Enciodes checks his clothes and goes back into the conference room. 」

<Background fades out>

Enciodes : I apologize for the delay. Let us continue.
First, concerning taxation of the joint Kjerag-Kazimierz mining endeavor...

<Background 3>

Enya : ...

Old Cleric : Preposterous... preposterous!
There has never been such a prophecy in any of the scriptures. Why would Kjeragandr punish us with a Catastrophe? It's preposterous!

Excited Cleric : But it happened! She has left us because She is angry with us!
How do we explain this Catastrophe, if not by Kjeragandr's anger?
Look at the crowd surrounding the Vine-Bead Court now. They are pious believers in Kjeragandr, gentle children of Kjerag.
Are we to tell them that the families and friends they lost, all their suffering, happened for no reason at all?

Old Cleric : The people are troubled. Their faith is shaken... but it is at times like this that our own faith must be stronger than ever.
How do we know this isn't a trial from Kjeragandr to reinforce our faith?
Kjeragandr has not abandoned Kjerag... why would She punish Kjerag for no reason?

Excited Cleric : Perhaps it happened because we've acted against Kjeragandr's will—

「The young cleric takes one look at the Saintess in the middle of the hall, then lowers his head without a word. 」

Enya : You may speak your mind.

Excited Cleric : Saintess...
I believe this is the fury of Kjeragandr... it's a warning...
Because the Vine-Bead Court... because we made the wrong choice.
We should not have allowed the faithless to build upon Mount Karlan. We should have remained firm, rejected them...
If they did not defile the temple of Kjeragandr and anger Her, why would Kjerag...?

「His voice grows lower, but at the same time firmer. The hall is quiet, with no one speaking out in objection. 」

Enya : I see.
You believe that I, the Saintess, have offended Kjeragandr and brought Catastrophe upon Kjerag.

Excited Cleric : N-No, Saintess, what I mean is...

Enya : No, your words offer valuable insight. It is not only the people at the foot of the mountain; many who sit among us think the same way.
This is what is happening now. People doubt the Vine-Bead Court, and you, too, are anxious and wavering.
Cleric Fangot, Cleric Ronoa. One of you believes that Kjeragandr continues to favor us as She always has. The other believes that Kjeragandr has...

「She bows and thinks for a moment, her alabaster face calm as ice. 」

Enya : Recite to me the Three Protections detailed in the Kjeragandr.

Clerics : ...Yes, Saintess.

Excited Cleric : The First Protection, Page 7, Line 9 of the Kjeragandr.
'And so She spoke to the shepherd boy, saying—'
'I shall grant you shelter, and all that you may need.'
'I shall hunt in the woods, and I shall plant seeds in the earth, such that you will have furs to wear and food to eat, and neither frost nor famine shall take you.'
'And thus, She protects us from the harms of cold and hunger.'

Old Cleric : The Second Protection, Page 25, Line 17 of the Kjeragandr.
'And so the protector came forth from the people, awakened in the clouds of myriad colors, and built high walls of earth watered with snow.'
'And thus, She protects our homes and our kin, and She taught us the means to defend ourselves from our enemies.'

Excited Cleric : And... Page 32, Line 2 of the Kjeragandr, towards the end.
'That day, She proclaimed to the people:'
'My eyes shall watch over you, my fur shall warm you, my backbone shall protect you, while my flesh and blood shall bless you.'
'You have learned the way of wind and snow, and learned the form of walking.'
'You are the people of Kjerag, and the land of Kjerag belongs to you from this day forth.'

Enya : Very good...
Now tell me... is there anywhere in the Kjeragandr where Kjeragandr promises that Kjerag will always be safe from Catastrophe?
Are you making that promise to Kjeragandr's people on Her behalf?

「Many of the seated clerics look down without a word.
It is quiet enough to hear a pin drop. The smell of incense fills the nostrils, but it feels as though their breaths have been frozen in place by the exchange that just occurred. 」

Vine-Bead Court Elder : Your words ring true, Saintess.
Catastrophe has struck Kjerag. Some have died, and others have become afflicted.
The entire Snow Realm has heard the news. Fear, anxiety, sorrow, and even anger, are spreading throughout the people of Kjerag.
Our duty is to seek a solution.

Enya : Certainly. Now is not the time for debate, and my words are intended as a warning, not to fall into the twin traps of panic and prejudice.
You are the faithful devotees of Kjeragandr, and you understand the weight that words have. No member of the Vine-Bead Court is to speak of 'Kjeragandr's punishment' from this moment forth.
Tomorrow, I will go into the Hall of Writings, and devote myself to studying the scriptures and hearing Her voice.
Elder Adso.

Adso : Yes, Saintess.

Enya : As the new Great Elder, you shall oversee the Vine-Bead Court in my stead, during my retreat.
You are to carry out the duties of the court faithfully and diligently, from placating the people to conducting the memorial service and copying the scriptures for the repose of the deceased.

Adso : Understood...

Enya : We must have faith...
...Kjerag has weathered many storms and overcome many challenges. The Vine-Bead Court is ever with the people.

<Background 4>

Enya : *sigh*...
At least things haven't gotten out of hand...

「The girl exhales and slumps over the desk, finally able to relax the back that she has kept straight as a fir in the snow. 」

Enya : I don't understand. Why do people keep treating our god as a wishing well? Why do they attribute everything good and bad in their lives to Her?
I know, this is not how I should think, as their Saintess, but...
But I don't understand why a Catastrophe would strike now, either.
*sigh*...
Bring in the dressers, please, Kjarr.
The funeral preparations are done. Starting tomorrow, we'll...
Kjarr?

「The room is quiet except for the whistling of the wind and the cracking of the fire.
Enya turns to find that the room is completely empty. 」

Enya : Kjarr... where are you?

「The handmaiden who should be at the Saintess's side at all times is nowhere to be seen. There is only Enya's own shadow, thin and long in the light of the fireplace, flickering in the dim room. 」

Enya : Kjarr...?

<Flashback starts here>

Great Elder : Enya...
Tell me... honestly...
Do you still... hear Kjeragandr's voice?

<Flashback ends here>

「The cracking of burning firewood echoes through the empty room.
The wind continues to wail outside the window. She can almost hear the cries of the bewildered devotees at the foot of Mount Karlan.
Enya recalls the day that she first came to the Saintess's quarters.
An unfamiliar room, an unfamiliar smell. Home was well in sight, yet she would never return there under her own name. At that time, she felt the same emptiness, as though this room were a snowy cave.
But she has grown accustomed to having a companion, someone to whom she can pour her heart out, someone on whom she can rely.
But now...
The Kjeragandr scriptures lie open on the desk. The dressing mirror reflects the girl's helpless expression. 」

Enya : Kjarr...
You promised me you wouldn't disappear so suddenly...
Exactly... what happened?

After operation

Summary

Gnosis goes to the Rhine Lab observation station to inquire about the cause of the Catastrophe. Elena discovers that observation records from before the Catastrophe have been altered, and a researcher, Carolin, has gone missing. Just then, an angry Kjerag mob surrounds the station.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 5>

Two months ago
Rhine Lab Observation Station, Kjerag

Muelsyse : That was fast... an observation station of this size, built in such a short period of time...
Business must have cried tears of blood when they approved the budget.

Silence : Actually, we got more sponsorship offers from financial institutions than we could handle the moment the committee approved the Kjerag observation station.
If anything, funding was the least of our worries on this project.

Muelsyse : Honestly, Silence... I didn't expect the committee to approve the proposal that easily.

Silence : I had my reservations. I still think Rhine Lab is too adventurous with regard to research into the Starpod. There are numerous potential risks that we have not fully considered.
But I also recognize that the stability I hope for may never come.
At the end of the day, it's the specific people in whom we place our trust.

Muelsyse : Well then... thank you for your trust, Silence of the Scientific Ethics Consensus Committee.

Silence : I hope what we're doing is worth it...

Muelsyse : Of course it is. This station is a unique opportunity for the company.
In addition to the Starpod research, the low-Originium environment of Kjerag also offers a rare opportunity for biological research. Not to mention Maryam has wanted to visit Karlan for ages!
Even Ferdinand came up with the proposal for the station's core power supply just two weeks after we got approval.
Of course, he buried his head in his theoretical research right after that. Elena from Energy is handling the actual implementation.

Silence : Let's hope our interactions with Kjerag go as smoothly.

??? : I believe there will be no need to worry about that.

「The door to the observation station opens from the outside. The visitor flicks away the snow that has fallen on his shoulders and walks in. 」

Muelsyse : We meet again, Mr. Edelweiss.

Gnosis : Just a regular visit to see if you need anything for the construction of the station.
It seems like things are progressing quite smoothly.

「Gnosis looks up at the bright lights installed on the spacious ceiling of the station.
Rhine Lab and Karlan Trade have worked together to build this little temple, sturdy and bright, in an astonishingly short period of time.
Compared to the houses of Kjerag, its bold, futuristic design might as well have come from another world. 」

Gnosis : Karlan Trade will do everything in our power to assist Rhine Lab's observation project, and provide any assistance necessary outside of the scope of work.
As long as the terms agreed in the treaty are upheld, you will enjoy maximum freedom to conduct your activities in Kjerag.

Silence : Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Edelweiss.
Research has always been the sole purpose of Rhine Lab. We have no reason to violate the treaty.

Gnosis : Of course... I believe as much.
Such transnational cooperation is unprecedented in the history of Terra. It will undoubtedly produce its share of obstacles...
I simply wish to express that, as long as we proceed with due candor in the sharing of scientific information, we will be able to avoid the sort of accident that occurred in Trimounts.

Silence : ...

Muelsyse : Oh, I forgot to ask! Will the Saintess come and visit the station?

Gnosis : I expect she will attend the opening ceremony once the facility is complete... is there a particular reason why you hope to meet her?

Muelsyse : Oh, nothing serious, I'm just a curious critter.
I kinda remember the Saintess wasn't too into our project, but then she flipped around and agreed, all of a sudden.
I just wanna know what made her change her mind, and I figured that'd be a chance to ask.

Gnosis : The Saintess has a very busy schedule. If you wish to meet her, you may want to attend some local ceremonies... if the fancy strikes.
The Saintess and the Vine-Bead Court would be very happy to receive you... let me know if you have such intentions, and I'll make the necessary arrangements.

Muelsyse : Well, aren't you meticulous? You seem made for this job.

Gnosis : I'm simply showing you proper Kjerag hospitality.
It's our mutual hope that this cooperation will be a fruitful one... free of trouble.

Muelsyse : Much appreciated. Our project wouldn't be going so smoothly without your help.

Gnosis : I would not call it help... we are simply trying to achieve the same goal.
Karlan Trade will connect the mountains of Kjerag for you, paving the roads and providing the necessary freedom for your activities.
In turn, Rhine Lab will share data from your studies of our local ecology, and assist with medical development.

Muelsyse : The contract details have to go between Director Fitzroy and Karlan Trade, of course.
I'm a researcher, not a diplomat. I just want you to know that Rhine Lab has come to this sacred place in good faith.

Gnosis : On this, I think we are of the same mind.

「They shake hands with nods and smiles, an image that could have served as a perfect press photo. 」

Gnosis : There is no need to worry...
We will continue along as 'friends,' assuming we both abide by our agreement.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 6>

Energy Section Researcher : The representatives of Karlan Trade are here, Elena.
They want to meet a representative of Rhine Lab as soon as possible.

Elena : Why? We don't have any scheduled meetings with Karlan Trade, do we?
...Is it because of the Catastrophe?

Energy Section Researcher : Hm...
They want to discuss the cause, and at least obtain the data observed by the station.

Elena : Right...
Did you see Carolin anywhere? She's supposed to be in charge of the observation data, isn't she?

Energy Section Researcher : That's the other question I have for you.
No one's seen her since yesterday morning.

Elena : What?

<Background 5>

[Gnosis and his men march inside. ]

Muelsyse : Men with guns surrounding the station, demanding that all our researchers gather in the lobby for 'questioning.'
Is this how Karlan Trade treats its friends, Mr. Edelweiss?

「The researchers stand around the spacious lobby in small groups.
Gnosis and the guards of Clan Silverash occupy the outside area near the door.
The two groups stand opposite one another, as though separated by an invisible river. 」

Gnosis : It's a request, not a demand... and it seems that not all your researchers are accounted for.

Muelsyse : Who exactly are you looking for?

Gnosis : ...
A researcher who was spotted in a restricted military zone of Kjerag.

「Gnosis scans the faces of the researchers one by one.
The strong guards stand silently while the researchers exchange wordless gazes. 」

Gnosis : ...She is not here.
It seems that Rhine Lab is not fully aware of your researchers' whereabouts.

Muelsyse : If you're accusing us of espionage, I'll ask that you submit your complaint through the official channels.
We are unable to cooperate with impromptu investigations like so.

Gnosis : Of course... there is another reason why I'm here.
I'm sure you've heard about the Catastrophe that occurred within Kjerag's borders several hours ago, something that has never before happened in our history.
Panic is spreading. The people's nerves are sensitive, and anything new may provoke a reaction... I'm sure you understand what I mean.

Muelsyse : Should I trust that you're not one of the sensitive ones, Mr. Edelweiss?

Gnosis : ...
My views on this matter, and Karlan Trade's views, are not important at this time.
What is important is that the people want an explanation. I hope to work together with you to find the cause of this Catastrophe.

Elena : I'm afraid you'll be disappointed.
I just checked the station's observation logs. There was nothing out of the ordinary in the seventy-two hours preceding the Catastrophe.

Gnosis : So you're telling me that the observation station did not detect anything abnormal leading up to the first Catastrophe to strike this land in a thousand years?

Elena : That's the truth, at least based on our observation data.

Muelsyse : Elena?

Elena : It's alright. Mr. Edelweiss wants the truth. We'll give him the truth.
The primary objective of this observation station is to study the Starpod.
Current research shows no relationship between the Starpod and Catastrophes.
Similarly, any assertion that building an observation station here might bring Catastrophe to Kjerag is purely speculative with no basis in evidence.

Muelsyse : (W-Wait a second, Elena! Now is not the time to be argumentative!)

Elena : May I be frank?

Gnosis : ...You may.

「The young woman's voice is calm, her gaze firm and unwavering. 」

Elena : I won't mince words, then.
This may run contrary to the Kjerag faith, but from a scientific perspective, so-called 'sudden' Catastrophes are not an abnormal occurrence.
It is the peace and quiet that Kjerag has enjoyed for so long, and the attitude of taking it for granted, that is truly abnormal.

「The lobby is completely quiet. Elena's words echo to the end of the corridor. 」

Elena : When this observation station was first established, Rhine Lab considered adding a Catastrophe warning system.
Unfortunately, we placed too much trust in past experience, and did not consider the installation of this system to be a priority.
If we are to take remedial measures...
The real priority should be for Rhine Lab and Karlan Trade to go back to the negotiating table and establish an effective Catastrophe detection system in Kjerag as soon as possible.

Gnosis : ...
...A most astute observation, Miss.
I agree completely. Karlan Trade will make developing a Catastrophe detection system a top priority.
We would like to obtain a copy of the station's observation data from the past month... may we expect your cooperation?

Elena : Of course.
One moment, please.

<Background 6>

Muelsyse : *sigh*...
I didn't know you had it in you, Elena.

Elena : Sorry, Director Muelsyse... was I too hot-headed?

Muelsyse : A little bit... maybe?

Elena : I was just angry at how science has to explain for perceptions that are completely unscientific, no matter where we are...

Muelsyse : We have to recognize that science can be a very distant thing for a lot of people.
The people and the things that trouble us are part of this land. It's not something that we can ignore.
Like Silence said, 'Science is a clear, incisive look at every one of us.'

Elena : I know... but this is just so absurd—

Muelsyse : Never mind that for now... let's get the data we need.

Elena : Data, data... it's not like we'll find anything...
Wait... this graph—

「Elena picks up the scattered papers, and notices the shape of a certain curve on a spectrogram. 」

Elena : This is impossible...

Muelsyse : What is it?

Elena : This machine is used to study the Starpod's structure, by bombarding it with high-powered particle beams and observing the resulting electromagnetic radiation...
But I just realized that the data obtained between 3-4 A.M. on December 7th is identical to the data from the same period on December 4th.

Muelsyse : An unusual coincidence?

Elena : No... it's impossible.
Just like how no two snowflakes are completely alike, atmospheric electromagnetic radiation is constantly changing.
There is only one possibility, if the exact same waveform is displayed during the same time period on two different days for an entire hour...
Someone altered these data.

Muelsyse : Falsifying data to support a hypothesis? But people don't usually pull shenanigans like that until way later in a project...
Got any idea who might have done it?

Elena : December 7th... the day before the Catastrophe...

[Elena recalls seeing Carolin. ]

Elena : The one on observation duty was... Carolin.
Could it be...?

[Loud banging ]

「Angry shouts pierce through the metal walls. 」

Villager's Voice : Give Mount Karlan back to us! Back to Kjerag! Back to Kjeragandr!
Get off Kjeragandr's land!

Operation story: OS-2

Before operation

Summary

The protest against the Rhine Lab observation station is dispersed. Victoria delivers a large shipment of aid supplies, but there seem to be ulterior motives behind the act of kindness.

<Background 1>

[A large number of protestors have gathered in front of the observation station. ]

Shouting Villager : There they are! The unclean who defiled Mount Karlan and the faith of Kjerag!
This iron house of foreigners has angered Kjeragandr!

Male Villager : O Kjeragandr on high, forgive our sins...

「The sound of praying and sobbing, mixed with angry shouting.
The sounds weave into a rope, connecting tearful, fearful and angry faces, surrounding the newly-built observation station.
The steel door remains unmoving. A wizened voice cuts through the crowd. 」

Old Woman : "Remember that the wind wrapping the mountains does not come from nowhere."

「The wind continues to roar. The old woman walks across the snow to the tightly shut door, her voice clearly heard by the others. 」

Old Woman : "It is Her breath, sweeping down from the snow-white peaks."

Female Villager : "It is Her ever-vigilant watch, rising from the deepest valley to the highest cloud."

Villagers : "It will drive out the miasma of evil, and the parasites that hide amongst the rocks."
"It brings all the sounds back to Her ears, so that She will hear, and the mountains bright and clear—"

Female Villager : Wait... is that door moving?

Shouting Villager : Yes! They're opening the door! Our protest worked!
Open up! Open up and hear our voice!
Listen to the true voice of Kjeragandr's people! Listen to the voice of Kjerag! You are not welcome here! You must leave!

Female Villager : Outsiders off Mount Karlan! Go back where you came from!

Shouting Villager : Outsiders off Mount Karlan!
Outsiders off Mount Karlan!

「The cries grow louder and clearer. Someone stretches out and waves toward the sky.
Is it the result of sincere prayer? Or did the combined force of their invocations cause steel to tremble?
The door opens.
All breaths are abated in the silence. 」

[Guards march outside ]

Silverash Clan Guard : ...
...

Male Villager : That garb... are they from Clan Silverash?

Female Villager : The one behind them... the Edelweiss? Did he come to send these outsiders away?

Male Villager : He'd better. They were the ones who brought those people in, and they should be the ones to pick up the mess. But... something about his expression...

Gnosis : Clear out the protesters. Avoid casualties.

Silverash Clan Guard : Put down your weapons! Back off!

Female Villager : We're not backing off! Why are you telling us to go away? The ones who should go away are...
Keep your hands off me!
Edelweiss! Whose side are you on?!

Male Villager : Whose side do you think they're on? Their weapons and shields are pointed towards us... isn't it clear enough who his friends and enemies are?

Gnosis : ...
A blizzard is coming.
You should leave before the road is completely blocked.
No need to worry about the dangers along the way. Clan Silverash's guards will ensure your safety and bring you back to...
Ugh!

Female Villager : Grandma, wait, don't—

「The old woman forces her arm through the guards' ranks.
Her movements are swift and without hesitation. The cold snow splashes upon the Liberi's face. 」

Old Woman : May Kjeragandr forgive your sins.

「Pity and resolute mercy congregate upon the wrinkled face.
Her cold finger touches Gnosis's forehead, leaving behind a simple curved line.
A Kjerag ritual, intended to drive the evil out of a child afflicted by fever. 」

Old Woman : May Her miracle drive out the miasma of evil, and the parasites that hide amongst the rocks from you...
Remember that the winds of Kjeragandr have visited upon your stubbornness before.
Now, you send Her away.

Gnosis : ...
Go home, madam.

「There is no change in Gnosis's expression as snowmelt flows down his face. 」

Gnosis : The winds on the mountains are harsh. Don't catch a cold.

[A reporter turns on her camera. ]

「Kjerag. The beautiful paradise, clean and pristine beneath the wind and snow, pious and pure under divine protection.
The faith of its people is firm as the mountains, never wavering... or perhaps, a single flake of snow is all it takes to begin its collapse... 」

「"What do you think of the Catastrophe? Will it shake your faith in Kjeragandr?" 」

<Background 2>

Kjerag Elder : The faith of Kjerag isn't so weak! The people of Kjerag have never wavered, even before the toughest trial!
I'll set out for Mount Karlan once the Catastrophe is cleaned up and my leg is good again.
The sun of Kjerag will drive out all corruption and evil, and those who bathe in it need fear neither pain nor illness, nor the Stone Disease...
Kjeragandr is great, Kjeragandr is kind. She will never abandon Kjerag. Everything will go back to the way it was, once we clean up the snow...

<Background 3>

Kjerag Girl : Of course! It's all the fault of those Rhine Lab people!
Everything started going bad when they came! Kjerag doesn't need no observation station! All we need is Kjeragandr's protection!
Drive them out! Give me back my peaceful life... and my mom and dad...

<Background 4>

Kjerag Woman : Is there anything I can help... wait, you're Victorian?
Get your pitchforks! Who let this one into the village? Columbians and Victorians, is everybody making their homes on our turf now?
Get lost! You're not welcome here!

<Background 4>

Victorian Reporter : Phew... this will be tougher than I thought.

Passing Girl : Do you need some help?

[The passing girl turns out to be Ensia Silverash. ]

Victorian Reporter : Hi... I'm fine, I'm just short on film. I don't suppose I'll be able to find any here...

Ensia : Let me see... you can get this model from the central mall in the Silverash domain.
Nice pics. Are you a photographer from Victoria?

Victorian Reporter : A reporter, to be exact.
Good timing. May I get an interview?

Ensia : Who? Me?

Victorian Reporter : How do you view the Catastrophe that just occurred in Kjerag? How do you view your faith, when Kjeragandr no longer protects Kjerag from Catastrophe?

Ensia : Ah, I thought I heard you talking about Kjeragandr and Catastrophes from over there...
You want to know how Kjerag people think?

Victorian Reporter : Of course. We came to report on the true Kjerag. People in other lands know very little about it, and we want your voices to reach them.
There's no need to be burdened by the weight of religion. Liberate yourself from the systemic oppression of rules and tradition, and tell me what you truly feel.

Ensia : Wow, I've never heard so many big words spoken in a single breath...
My view on Catastrophes is simple... Catastrophes outside Kjerag are really bad, and it's the same for this Catastrophe in Kjerag.
People suffer and get hurt everywhere. It makes me sad, and I wish these things never happened.
As for 'faith'... may I ask a question? Does Victoria have a god too?

Victorian Reporter : Victoria...?

Ensia : Yes. I'm curious what the god of Victoria is like. Is He really petty? Does He get angry easily?
You've been going around the village asking questions for days, but you don't talk about anything other than 'Kjeragandr is angry' and 'Kjeragandr has abandoned you.'
So I thought, maybe 'faith' to you is something that's colder, harsher.

「A smile appears on the girl's face. Her cheeks rise, and her voice is light and spry. 」

Ensia : I believe the god of Kjerag isn't like that.
Kjeragandr is like the people of Kjerag, generous and kind.
She doesn't get angry over cable cars and factories, or light bulbs and books. And, She won't throw a tantrum by causing a Catastrophe and taking lives.
Kjeragandr isn't petty like that.

<Background 3>

Stout Villager : Heave, ho! One more box, move over—

Newly Married Man : Alright, put it down. You've got room on your truck. We got another fifteen barrels of burdenbeast milk wine? Can you bring it with you?

Stout Villager : Fifteen barrels? Mm...
You ought to keep it. Can't have a big bar like this and nothing for guests.
The three great clans alone have donated plenty of stuff to the affected village, not to mention the local gentry. A few barrels of wine more or less won't make much difference.

Newly Married Man : I don't like to hear that.
They can donate but I can't? Who are you to decide whether they need it or not? Which of us has actually seen a Catastrophe before?

Stout Villager : But that's too much...

Newly Married Man : It's not. I know you're short on wine.
Not only does wine keep people warm, it can also be used in medicine, and even to disinfect wounds when necessary.
If we had all this stuff back then... well, never mind.
Anyway, you're taking it, not one barrel less, or I'll take it as you saying that I'm not one of you and I don't belong to Kjerag!

Stout Villager : Wait, wait, that's not what I meant!

Newly Married Man : Then take it. Think of it as doing me a favor. You know how that father-in-law of mine is like.
He's endured hardship all his life, but he's never been stingy when it comes to sharing with hungry people... now move aside and let me put the cargo in.

Stout Villager : Just don't get in any trouble and make him even angrier.
I still remember how he huffed and puffed when you proposed to his daughter.
'I thought he was a nice guy who just wanted to help, turns out he was after my little girl Freya!' He said.
He said it and he was still mad, so he pulled out his cane... hehe...

Freya : What are you lot chatting so excitedly about?
Let's get to work. Dad and I just checked our stock. We still have about two truckloads of stuff, mostly dried meat and cheese, plus some butter and herbs.
Good thing I caught you before you left, Crete. Need to tell Karlan Trade to send another truck here.

Stout Villager : Two trucks? You...

Lisburn : I told you, Crete.

Stout Villager : Fine, fine, suit yourself. You're the only newlyweds I know who'd rather give away their whole storehouse before taking any gifts.

Freya : It's a Catastrophe, after all.
It's never happened to Kjerag. No one knows how bad it is.
But now is the time for us to work together and help each other... in Kjeragandr's name.

Stout Villager : In Kjeragandr's name. We'll work together and pull through.

[The villager starts the car and drives off. ]

Lisburn : ...

Freya : Let's go back, Lisburn. The wind's getting stronger.

Lisburn : I can't help but have a feeling...

Freya : A feeling of what?

Lisburn : A strange feeling... that something's about to happen...
No, I must be overthinking it...

[A truck suddenly stops in front of them and a sharply dressed man steps out. ]

??? : Your intuition is as sharp as always.

Lisburn : ...?
Wait... Harold? Is this real? Am I dreaming?

Harold : Well, that's certainly an honor.
You still remember my name. Looks like you haven't forgotten the time we fought alongside each other.

Lisburn : Please, stop making fun of me. What brings you here?

Harold : What else could it be?
We've heard there's a spot of trouble in Kjerag, so we came to offer some warmth, as a good neighbor should.

Lisburn : Wow... a whole truck of supplies...

Harold : A truck? Take another look.

「Harold gestures behind himself, and Lisburn sees a long procession of vehicles bearing the Victorian crest, stretching as far as the eye can see. 」

Lisburn : Some warmth, you say?

Harold : Well, we're warmer than some other folk, to be sure.

<Background 5>

[Fire crackling ]

Columbian Ambassador : I must emphasize our concerns regarding this matter, Mr. Silverash.
We consider Karlan Trade a reliable partner, and Kjerag a respectable nation.
We had hoped that the observation station would be the tip of the spear of our mutual understanding and cooperation.
I have to say, at the moment, we are disappointed.

Enciodes : I understand Your Excellency's concerns. Allow me to explain—

Columbian Ambassador : No, I don't need an explanation. We understand the unfortunate circumstances that have befallen Kjerag and we express our deepest sympathies.
But that is no reason for Kjerag mobs to attack innocent Columbian scientists.
We're seeing verbal abuse of our scientists, promoting hate and xenophobia—
We are outraged by Kjerag's contempt for and violation of the safety of other people.
Should your government continue to allow the situation to spiral out of control, the Columbian side will take action to ensure the safety of Rhine Lab's researchers by evacuating them, in accordance with our treaty.

Enciodes : Regarding the incident at the Rhine Lab observation station, Karlan Trade personnel have arrived on site, and are working to de-escalate the conflict, preventing the situation from further deteriorating.
As I understand it, there has been no injury to person or property.

Columbian Ambassador : Should we thank our lucky stars? Or that public sentiment has not yet reached a boiling point?
Should we continue to trust in Kjerag's ability to stabilize the situation? Or should that public outrage dissipate overnight?

「The fireplace cracks, sending forth a wave of warmth, but there is no warmth on the faces in the room.
The Columbian ambassador adjusts her posture and raps the table with her finger, speaking in a calm tone. 」

Columbian Ambassador : We respect the professionalism, sincerity, and capability that Karlan Trade has demonstrated in the past.
It has allowed our cooperation and scientific collaboration to progress safely, up to this point.
Now, however, the Columbia's best and brightest are in danger on your land, danger that they never should have found themselves in.
Kjerag needs to provide a solution... or at least, demonstrate a will to resolve the situation.

Victorian Ambassador : Your Excellency cannot ask so much of a... developing country.
Considering Kjerag's current circumstances, I find Mr. Silverash's performance thus far quite impressive.

Columbian Ambassador : ...I see that Victoria shows great care for her neighbor.

Victorian Ambassador : But of course.
A kind neighbor should always be ready to lend a kind hand. Remember the prince of Victorian folklore, who gave his golden crown to a fowlbeast in the snow.

「The man smiles with an expression of unnatural benevolence.
He draws out a piece of paper from his pocket, and unfolds it on the table. 」

Victorian Ambassador : Here is a checklist for the first catch of humanitarian assistance.
Food, blankets, medicine, spirits, sugar, salt, a team of doctors, and two veteran peacekeeping squads.
Exactly what Kjerag needs right now.

Enciodes : This is very generous. Kjerag appreciates your kindness.

Victorian Ambassador : Not mine. This is the kindness of the Empire of Victoria.
Our prince had a heart of gold. He would give his prized sword in the same way he would offer gold and silver. It all depends on what you need, and what manner of threat you face.

Columbian Ambassador : ...Hmph.

Victorian Ambassador : There is no need to fear or worry. I'm sure you will make a decision that is satisfactory... to all three sides of us.
After all, survival is an art form in the Snow Realm... is it not, Mr. Silverash?

「Gazes beckoning and questioning converge upon the piece of paper, and on the silent young man. 」

Columbian Ambassador : What are your thoughts, Mr. Silverash?

「Enciodes looks down at the pushed piece of paper and picks it up.
Black and white, neat and clear. There is no deception; even the names of the squad leaders are listed on the paper, a perfect show of sincerity and pomposity. 」

Enciodes : I have no reason to refuse, do I?
As you said, this is exactly what Kjerag needs right now.
The supplies will keep the people fed, and the doctors will help us win more battles against illness and death.
As for trained soldiers... I'm sure I do not need to expound upon usefulness.
To the question that was interrupted, Madam Ambassador...
Kjerag vowed to protect the safety of each and every researcher at the station when it was first established.
That vow has not been broken. I'm not sure why you are so eager to reach the conclusion that Kjerag has lost control of the situation.
The Vine-Bead Court and Karlan Trade will uphold our end of the bargain. May I ask you to continue to trust in Kjerag's ability to deal with our own problems?
As for whether the incident at the observation station was an accident, or instigated by those with ulterior motives... I believe that time will tell.

Columbian Ambassador : Very well, Mr. Silverash. I look forward to your show of competence.
But I must remind you how important the project is to Columbia. We believe it to be of paramount significance to all Terra.
Therefore, the Columbian side will deploy any means necessary to protect our scientists and their findings. Any means necessary.

Victorian Ambassador : Indeed. I, too, believe that the scientific exploration taking place in Kjerag belongs to all of Terra.
The Empire of Victoria will do our part to maintain Kjerag's stability.

Enciodes : Of course...
I'm sure we're all of one mind on this matter.

「The sun shines in through the window, past the shoulder of the Columbian ambassador, and upon the chest of the Victorian ambassador.
He stands up from his chair, his back perfectly straight. The discussion seems to have come to a close. 」

Victorian Ambassador : Such a wise decision. It seems all of us have gotten what we wanted.

<Background 6>

[Enciodes returns to his manor. ]

Enciodes : ...Phew.

Gnosis : Is the meeting over?

Enciodes : How long have you been waiting?

Gnosis : Half an hour. I made good use of it going through four reports while I was waiting.

Enciodes : Take a seat. If you want a drink, help yourself.

Gnosis : Thank you, but I've already helped myself to the tea that you kept on top of the shelf. It has been there for a little too long.

Enciodes : ...
There's finally time to ask you. What's the situation at Rhine Lab?

Gnosis : They have no insights into the Catastrophe. As expected.
Our people demonstrated enough restraint. There weren't any real attempts at violence. Most satisfied themselves with reciting the Kjeragandr as they held hands.
But I noticed that there were a few people at the front who shouted the loudest, only to disappear into the crowd when they saw the soldiers.

Enciodes : Are you concerned?

Gnosis : I'm concerned that this may only be the first incident.
The observation station is not the only place where conflict is happening. There have been protests and rallies in the domains of the other two clans. Strikes at our factories as well—I'm dealing with it.
Someone understands that they can use this Catastrophe as a weapon. They know the power of the people's will.
A trick that you've deployed before. But the weapon is not in your hand this time.

Enciodes : Hm...
You skipped the part where someone threw snow in your face.

Gnosis : ...Is that important?

Enciodes : It's the only thing that's unexpected.

Gnosis : Did you expect Columbia and Victoria to sit you down for a game of good cop/bad cop?

Enciodes : Yes and no.
The Columbians' attitude is aggressive, but at the end of the day, it's continued cooperation that they want. The most important thing, for them, is that the observation station delivers results.
As for the Victorians... they're more anxious than we thought.

Gnosis : I saw Harold's caravan. I'm sure he's wandering about the streets, telling neighborly stories with his 'old friends'.
His wandering should take him to Karlan Trade headquarters in another twenty minutes.
I suppose you've already signed and received the goods. And I don't suppose we had a choice.
The Paleroches and Browntails will find out soon. As for how they'll take it... let's just say you should be prepared for the Tri-Clan Council.

Enciodes : ...

Gnosis : Getting cold feet?

Enciodes : I'm used to it.

Gnosis : This nonchalant attitude of yours is why people hate you so much.

Enciodes : Thank you for the compliment.

Gnosis : At the end of the day, however, none of us expected this Catastrophe to happen.
You can act as unflappable as you like, but don't tell me this disaster hasn't actually fazed you.
I don't think you're actually that thick.

Enciodes : ...I know.
With risk, however, comes opportunity... it's the first Catastrophe that Kjerag has seen in a thousand years. Perhaps it's time for certain things that have lasted a thousand years to change.

「Enciodes looks out the window. It has started snowing again, covering the land of Kjerag in white.
The mountain winds continue to blow. They call it the breath of Kjeragandr, Her messenger.
It walks every inch of Kjerag, bringing all its sounds back to Her ears.
She will tell right from wrong, good from evil, friend from foe, piety from falsehood, medicine from poison, and mirth from tears.
She will pass judgment. 」

Gnosis : There's one other thing that you should know.
The avalanche caused by the Catastrophe destroyed the train station at the foot of the mountain. Strangely, and fortunately, there were fewer people inside the station than expected.
It was only in later interviews that we learned that someone had shouted about a bomb in the station, causing the crowd to flee.

Enciodes : Who?

Gnosis : We don't know, yet.
But the researcher who disappeared from Rhine Lab remains unaccounted for.
If they are one and the same, then she had not cleared the borders of Kjerag when the Catastrophe occurred. She should still be somewhere in the realm.

Enciodes : I see.
You're the only one I can count on for this, Gnosis.
Find this woman, without triggering a response from Rhine Lab.

Gnosis : You're finally starting to look serious... should I ask why?

Enciodes : You'll learn soon enough.
But ideally, one should not have to rely on trick plays in the game of chess.

<Background fades out and in>

After operation

Summary

Enciodes works to maintain order under pressure, while Enya searches for the cause of the Catastrophe in the Hall of Writings. With the Great Elder's advice, she decides to embark on a Pilgrimage to calm the people.

<Background 7>

Enya : ...

[Enya climbs a ladder and rifles through the shelves. ]

Enya : "When the winter nights were long and there was no food to be found, She walked into the forests to look for seeds..."
No, not this one either.
The word 'Catastrophe' doesn't even exist in the Old Kjeragi language. Is it possible that we truly have never been struck by a Catastrophe before?
Or, maybe the ancient people couldn't tell Catastrophes from normal disasters, and mixed their records with others...
"The snowmelt flooded field and pasture... the crops fell to an untimely winter tide..."
No, no... none of these sound like Catastrophe.
I remember there's another story that she used to tell...
"When the cold winter night froze the Heart of Karlan, the enemy from afar came across the ice."
"The warrior stood vigil with weapon in hand. At dusk, he saw a terrifying abomination in the mirror-like ice... Radsorn."
"The warrior ran back to his clan to warn the others, but..."

Adso : No one but the warrior could see the creature. Nobody believed his words. And so the warrior began to live in fear."

Enya : Elder Adso? When did you...?

Adso : I came after morning prayers. I did not wish to disturb you, so I remained quiet... but I could not resist the urge to speak when you recited a familiar section of the scriptures.
I apologize for disturbing you.

Enya : It's alright... I just thought you were still handling matters of court.

「The light is dim. From Enya's vantage point, sitting on a high ladder, the Great Elder's robes seem to blend into the color of the floor.
She cannot see his expression. 」

Enya : You must be very busy after taking over as Great Elder. Is everything going well?

Adso : You think too highly of an old man like me, Great Saintess. I have spent most of my life here in the Hall of Writings, and I hardly ever step out of the Vine-Bead Court, not to mention dealing with matters of court...
My only claim to this position is my age, and apart from that, I can only do my best...

Enya : You're too modest. I haven't had many chances to speak to you, but I understand that you are a man of great learning.

Adso : You flatter me... the more I study the tomes, the more conscious I am of my own ignorance. We all are, compared to Her.
But I heard that you had been studying the scriptures for two days and nights without rest, so I came to see if I could share the burden.

Enya : It's good timing. I... also have some questions that I would like to discuss with you.

「She closes the scroll and climbs down.
The old wooden ladder creaks as it faithfully connects knowledge in high places and the silent ground.
Enya walks out from amongst the bookshelves with scrolls in her arms, sitting down by the spacious table that is already covered in open scrolls. 」

Enya : This is what I've compiled over the past two days...
I searched for any and all records of unusual disasters in Kjerag, but I have yet to find any evidence of a Catastrophe ever having occurred in our borders.
And I still haven't been able to find an explanation as to why this Catastrophe chose this moment to strike, when there has been nothing particularly unusual about this year's winter.

「The girl looks up from the scrolls to the Great Elder.
However, the old man seems uninterested in the scriptures lying before him. He bows his head, squinting with the sagged eyelids that lie below his white hair. 」

Enya : You... do not seem approve of the studies that I have pursued.

Adso : No... I dare not be so impudent...
You are seeking the truth of the Catastrophe, the massive thing that has descended before us, the fear incarnate.
Like digging a path through a mountain, or building a bridge over a river... your actions are undoubtedly logical.
But to search the entirety of Kjerag's history, every little tribulation within the fragments... it is an ordeal akin to searching for a grain of salt in the snow by candlelight.

Enya : I'm not afraid of ordeals... I must find an explanation for this Catastrophe... I must.

Adso : I understand. You worry for Kjerag, and take pity on those affected by the disaster... and I can feel there is some other anxious emotion driving you.
But perhaps this anxiety has made you short-sighted.

Enya : ...
I've never asked you in private, Great Elder Adso...
What do you think of this Catastrophe that has struck Kjerag?

Adso : I must admit that my knowledge is shallow, and unable to explain the reason behind this Catastrophe.
But I agree with what you said a few days ago...
Kjeragandr never promised Her people that they would be safe from the threat of Catastrophe.
Indeed, Kjeragandr has never made any promises to Her people. On the contrary, the scriptures often emphasized that we must not validate Her existence through 'miracles'...
We believe in Her because we believe She is good, that She embodies all that is good. We follow Her way such that we can be our better selves.

Enya : I agree with you...
But I fear the public will not respond well to such an interpretation.

Adso : Indeed. 'Reason and insight are a pair of golden shoes that will take you far, but only if your feet can fit them.'
The day may come when your path of truth is validated. But it is not today.

Enya : Then, what do we do?

Adso : What do we do... that is a question I do not have an answer for.
But you were reciting the story of Radsorn. Let us continue.

「The book on the table records a conflict that occurred over water sources.
It is an old story, a common refrain in many civilizations. The Great Elder reaches out and pulls another book from under it.
Dust intertwines with the scent of charcoal from the fireplace, like a piece of amber hovering in the air. 」

[Pages flipping ]

Adso : "The warrior searched far and wide for a way to fight the monster, but even Kjeragandr could not help the warrior kill a monster that could not be seen."
"And so She led the warrior back to the frozen lake, and She spoke to him, saying, 'The others cannot fight the monster, for they do not see it. Only you may find the way to defeat it.'"
"The warrior was enlightened, the Heart of Karlan began to melt, and winter was driven out by spring."
"Kjeragandr granted Her people the final blessing—Her tears froze the enemy, becoming three eternally frozen peaks."

Enya : The first story of the Book of Home in the Kjeragandr. It has been subject to various interpretations by scholars of generations.
The Heart of Karlan likely refers to Lake Silberneherze, and some believe that this warrior, who heeded the words of Kjeragandr, was the very archetype of the Saintesses.
Opinions differ on the 'enemy that came across the ice'. As for the 'monster that could not be seen'...

Adso : —Radsorn.
A word that has long lost its true meaning, and one of Kjerag's most famous bedtime stories.
Parents tell this story to children who refuse to go to sleep, before tucking them back in.
The name is so widespread that most people have forgotten that 'Radsorn' was not an incantation or meaningless babble, but a word with a clear, specific meaning.

Enya : Many words lose their meaning over time.
At one point, 'Radsorn' was believed to be a loanword that came to Kjerag a thousand years ago, of the same origin as the word 'Catastrophe'.
If I recall correctly, your work in the Hall of Writings involves decoding and translating imported words that have lost their original meanings...

Adso : Research that has, fortunately, borne fruit.
The word 'Radsorn' has two parts: the short, stopped syllable 'Rad', and the stiff, sibilant syllable 'Sorn'.

「The fireplace flickers as the Great Elder draws a line across the page with his finger, leaving a crease of shadow that fades away in a second.
Cutting in half a mysterious abomination, the likes of which has never been seen before. 」

Adso : The word 'Sorn' is not hard to understand. It translates roughly to 'something terrifying', or 'unknown monster'.
It comes from Old Ursine dialects spoken in Kjerag, which are still used by some of the older generation. It serves as the anchor for our exploration.
'Rad' comes from Victorian, sharing an etymology with the word 'Radlithe', which means 'blind' or 'short-sighted'.
Five centuries ago, a famous playwright from County Hillock penned a word in his play, The Rose of Shah.

Enya : 'Radlyth', which means 'unseeable, 'a place of darkness'.

Adso : Yes. So you've seen the manuscript, and the comments on it.
Unfortunately, I was young at the time I left those comments, and my knowledge deficient.
I have pored over many pages in the years that followed, which granted me sufficient knowledge to discover and address the errors of my past...

「The room is silent except for the sound of pen writing on paper, soft as the sound of a tiny bug crawling across the page.
The word reads 'Radsorn', the two etymologically different roots separated from each other, with a circle around 'Rad'. 」

Adso : It is, indeed, a place that is unseeable, a place of darkness that one cannot discover on one's own. It means 'the heart'.

Enya : Then the meaning of 'Radsorn' is...
The terrifying thing in the heart of man.

Adso : Exactly.

Enya : The warrior saw his inner demons upon the lake...
Others could not see it, because no one else can know your own fears. And Kjeragandr was powerless as well, because the only thing that can defeat one's inner demons is oneself...
What is truly terrifying is not the disaster that we can see and feel, but the monsters in our hearts...

Adso : You are wise, Saintess.
The sages realized this a thousand years ago... Now, this Catastrophe that has struck Kjerag, is also a 'Radsorn' which only Kjerag can see.

Enya : ...
But now, there is no Kjeragandr to lead the lost warrior...

Adso : Why do you say so?
Kjeragandr could not help the people fight their inner demons, for She is absolutely good, without the flaws of man. The darkness that clouds the people's hearts does not exist in Her.
So She chose a Saintess from among the mortals, and bestowed upon her the power to fight 'Radsorn'.
Only she is always at Kjeragandr's side. The snow washes her eyes, her piety judged by ice. She hears the guidance of Kjeragandr, and cherishes the love of the people.
Only she can dig open ice and soil, and make a path for the people of Kjerag out of their heart's maze, such that 'Kjeragandr' will return to us.
That is what the people of Kjerag have believed for centuries... Only the Saintess may atone on their behalf, on behalf of the children of Kjeragandr.

「The Great Elder places his hands on his knees and bows his head in an imploring gesture.
The Saintess of the Vine-Bead Court sits on the other side of the candle. The flame flickers, and the wick grows long. 」

Enya : You are proposing...
A Pilgrimage.

Adso : It is time for the noon prayers. I'm afraid I must take my leave, Saintess.

Enya : One moment, Elder Adso.

Adso : Saintess...

Enya : Something you said caught my attention...
You said Kjeragandr has never made any promises to Her people, and that she does not rely on miracles to demonstrate Her existence to Her believers.
Do you... Do you believe that Kjeragandr doesn't exist?

Adso : ...
No...
Of course Kjeragandr exists.
Look at our bodies, our faces, and hear our own language... Every tree and grass, rock and brick in Kjerag is proof of Kjeragandr's existence.
Of course, some hope for a divine spectacle from our god to affirm their own faith.
But if a 'god' truly stood before us, answering our every call, what need would remain for faith?

Enya : I...

Adso : This is the first thing that every believer should know. For you to bring this up now...

Enya : I...

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 8>

[Enya recalls the visage of her head maid Kjarr... ]

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 7>

Enya : Never mind... I misspoke.

「The old man silently bows and leaves.
He disappears through the door, like a speck of dust brushed off a page. 」

Enya : ...

<Background 9>

[Fireplace crackling ]

Enciodes : I see you've beaten me here.
Did the two of you summon me to discuss disaster relief?

Arctosz : What the hell is this, Enciodes?

「Arctosz tosses a package bearing the Victorian crest on the table. 」

Enciodes : A supply package, containing a day's ready-to-eat rations, as well as emergency medicine.

Arctosz : Don't play the fool! I'm asking, why are there so many Victorians in Kjerag at a time like this!
Their reporters are babbling all over the place, soldiers dressed in worker's garb everywhere. I saw more Victorians than burdenbeasts on my way here!
Don't tell me you don't know about this. I'm well aware that Karlan Trade has been handing this stuff out!

Enciodes : The Vine-Bead Court never enacted a ban on Victorians entering Kjerag.
Besides, Victoria's help has been substantial in our present situation.
What would it do to Kjerag's international reputation if we rejected a country's assistance, for no reason, at a time like this? Let alone expelling our visitors.

Arctosz : Some bloody help! Do you think we can't overcome this Catastrophe on our own, without those hypocrites pretending to be good neighbors?

「The teacup on the table ripples, sending part of its contents splashing onto the wooden surface.
It faintly reflects the heads of the three clans, like three mountains of different heights. 」

Arctosz : Besides, what kind of help can the Victorians bring?
Oh, I remember—that man Harold 'helped', didn't he?
Drinking with our people, chatting them up, going into the pens, treating the beasts and delivering new foals... He made the burdenbeasts fat and plump.
People say, he's a Victorian, but he's not a bad guy.
And what happened? What did he do at Lake Silbernherze?
Here I thought you were supposed to be the smart one, Enciodes, but you couldn't even learn that lesson?

Enciodes : ...

Arctosz : I'm telling you, no matter what the Silverashes and Browntails think, not one Victorian will set foot on Paleroche land from this day forth.
I don't care about your 'political goals' or 'international reputation'. I won't let the Victorians have their way on Kjerag soil!

Ratatos : Calm down, Arctosz. Are we going to fight amongst ourselves before we've dealt with the foreigners?

Enciodes : Then... What do you think, Ratatos?

「The fireplace continues to crackle. Ratatos's voice is calm, the dark rings around her eyes showing the toll that the past few days have taken on her. 」

Ratatos : This time, I'm with Arctosz.
You've dealt with the Victorians the most. You know their ways, especially at a time like this.
Victoria does not show kindness to Kjerag for no reason. The aid could turn into a poison pill at any time.
All the chaos we've seen over the past few years, what part of it had nothing to do with foreigners? You, of all people, should understand the risks.

Enciodes : I completely agree, Ratatos.
But we must not forget that, while stagnation may be the least risky course of action at present, it is also the surest way to doom.
Sending people at a time like this, Victoria is testing us. They are hoping that we will fall apart on our own.
It has taken so long and so much for Kjerag to finally see the results of reform. To close our doors again at this junction would be to lay waste to all that we've done over the years.

Arctosz : You're set on dealing with the Victorians?

Enciodes : You have my word.
Karlan Trade has taken responsibility for establishing contact with other nations. We will handle Kjerag's relationship with Victoria.

Ratatos : How can you be so sure?

Enciodes : As you said, Victoria has never given up on exploiting us.
Have they ever succeeded, though?

Ratatos : That look again... like you're always in control, always so sure of yourself.
Kjerag is changing. Not just the changes that you've brought about, but also the changes brought about by Catastrophe, and by progress.
Nothing stays the same forever. That's true of your past successes too.

Enciodes : And it's true of the great powers' lofty perch.

Ratatos : By Kjeragandr, I hope you know what you're doing...

「In the distance, the evening prayer bell tolls at the Vine-Bead Court, echoing amongst the pillars. 」

Vine-Bead Court Cleric : Sir Enciodes.
The Saintess requests your presence at the Hall of Lectures.

Arctosz : The Saintess?

Enciodes : ...
It seems we'll have to continue this conversation another day.
Even if we have not reached an accord, do not forget it was the decision of the Vine-Bead Court to open up Kjerag to foreign dialogues.
To cross the line now is to defy the Vine-Bead Court and the Saintess herself.

Arctosz : Hmph... don't try to keep my head down with some tough words.
But remember this: My eye is open, and I won't allow anyone to do anything that will harm this land.
There's no length I won't go to protect Kjerag.

Ratatos : Do remember, Sir Enciodes, that your decisions affect more than just your domain and your company. This whole nation will be affected.
I hope Kjerag will not pay the price for your pride...

Enciodes : No one can make Kjerag 'pay', as long our people remain united.

Ratatos : ...

Arctosz : Hm...?

Enciodes : Excuse me.

<Background Black>

Handmaiden : Your visitor is here, Saintess.

Enya : Wait at the door.
Do not allow anyone to enter without my permission.

Handmaiden : Yes, Saintess.

[The door opens and Enciodes steps inside. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Enciodes : ...

Enya : ...

Enciodes : For what purpose do you summon me, Saintess?

Enya : Nothing important. I just realized that it has been some time since your presence last graced the Hall of Lectures.

Enciodes : If I am being charged with impiety, then I have no defense.
I will come to hear your lectures each week, once the current crisis has passed.

Enya : I know you are a busy man, but I have rarely seen you so fatigued.
I take it the matters at hand have been troubling.

Enciodes : I'm sure you understand that the people have been restless in the aftermath of the Catastrophe. There is much to be done.
But the Vine-Bead Court will only grow busier... take care.

「Enciodes gestures under his eyes with his finger. Enya sees it, but says nothing.
The fire burns bright in the fireplace, its warmth reaching the eyebrows and noses of the Silverash siblings, warming their pale and alike complexions.
They are not looking at one another, but towards a solemn statue. 」

Enya : I saw Arctosz today. He looked out of sorts as he greeted me. Even Ratatos did not seem her normal self.
It won't be the first time the three of you have fought, but a situation like this... I haven't seen in a long time.
What happened?

Enciodes : Temporal matters that you need not worry yourself about.

Enya : Then please tell me—what are the 'temporal matters' that trouble Kjerag?
Is it the Victorians?

Enciodes : Yes and no.
They immediately sent a large relief effort to Kjerag, as soon as news about the Catastrophe got out.
The Columbians also learned about the incident at the observation station, and threatened to send troops to protect and evacuate their scientists.
They are paying close attention to this Catastrophe, each for their own reasons.

Enya : So they understand Kjerag better than we think... they know well what this Catastrophe means to Kjerag.

Enciodes : The politicians smell chaos, and see it as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to extend their influence into Kjerag.
We know that Victoria has been doing far more within our borders for a long time. They have simply stopped trying to hide it.
I have a good guess as to who is behind Victoria's movements. Her plot is not hard to decipher; it is simply the instincts of a politician.
If I was in her shoes, I'd agree it would be but another chess piece to move—

Enya : You know I don't like it when you get like that.

Enciodes : I apologize. I spoke out of turn in this holy place.

Enya : Why do you keep putting yourself in the plotter's seat, treating everything around you as chess pieces, or bargaining chips—do you enjoy games like this?

Enciodes : This is our reality, one that florid words cannot conceal.
If we want to be strong, independent, even sit as equals with the great powers at the same table, then we must play by the same rules.

Enya : Is this the most absurd part of it?
Kjerag is not the only country that preaches virtue and goodness. Those politicians, too, play the part of leaders and teachers in their own country.
They are hypocritical and deceitful, but they teach their people to be honest and sincere; they are avaricious and insatiable, but they teach their people to be gentle and kind.
I ask, then, Sir Enciodes...
Are the virtues that I preach to the people of Kjerag as Saintess, and the tenets of the scriptures, all lies and nonsense to you?

Enciodes : Enya.

「The fire flickers as a charred piece of wood snaps into two.
The name, buried for so many years, is once again uttered by a Silverash. 」

Enya : Sir Enciodes.
Would you have come to me today, if I did not summon you with the authority of the Saintess?

Enciodes : ...
Kjerag faces an unprecedented crisis. One wrong step, and we may never recover.
We need unity more than ever, and the authority of the Saintess is crucial at a time like this.

Enya : I see you've finally recognized the importance of faith to our people.

Enciodes : I never denied it.
Faith in Kjeragandr is fundamental to us. We cannot even begin to talk about this land without it.

Enya : Yes... more than one person has said as much to me.
But when we view faith from the perspective of gain and loss, have we really paused to think if our history, free from the threat of Catastrophe, was a mere coincidence?

Enciodes : There is no point in discussing whether it was a miracle or not.
What happened, happened. The only thing we can do now is to calm the people.

Enya : On this, at least, we are in agreement.

Enciodes : It's not an easy thing.

Enya : Then, I shall begin my Pilgrimage as Saintess.

Enciodes : What?

Enya : I set out early tomorrow morning. The news will be known all across Kjerag by dusk.

Enciodes : ...
Was this the Vine-Bead Court's decision?

Enya : It was my decision.

Enciodes : The Pilgrimage takes place in spring or autumn. Has a Pilgrimage ever taken place in the middle of winter?

Enya : Has a Catastrophe ever occurred in Kjerag?
We don't have time.

Enciodes : You know how dangerous this is...

Enya : Of course I do. But how else do we calm the people's fear of Catastrophe? How do we make them believe that Kjeragandr will forgive their 'transgressions'?
There will be no companion, no temporal possessions, no carriages, no rest.
The Saintess shall circle the land of Kjerag on foot, atoning for the sins of all the people, and praying for Kjeragandr's forgiveness.
It will take three months, if all goes well. More than one Saintess has died on the journey.

Enciodes : Then why do you—

Enya : Brother.

「The young woman pauses for a moment, then continues like the snow melting into river, flowing down the peaks of Matterhorn.
They are surrounded by warmth, like those winter afternoon naps they took together when they were children.
The distant shadows of the past return, trying to find the children who have grown up, find traces of the past on their faces. 」

Enya : As Enya of Clan Silverash, I never forgave the choice that you made.
As the Saintess of Kjerag, however, I am glad that there is still something I can do.

Enciodes : ...

Enya : I know... it is not just the guidance of faith that Kjerag needs. Indeed, misunderstandings about faith have hindered us for too long.
The changes that you brought about, the factories, the railways, the trade... and the station that watches the sky, are all things that can lead our people out of the prison of the mind.
Kjerag needs change. You must not stop.
What I must do is to convince the people that what is happening is not because they did anything wrong, that there is salvation from their sufferings.
There is only one salvation in the minds of the people, and only one capable of carrying the burden...
I must fulfill my duty as Kjerag's Saintess.

<Background 7>

Enciodes : You summoned me to inform me of your decision.

Enya : Of course. I'm not asking for your opinion. You cannot stop me, nor do you have any reason to.
I leave the matters of the three clans back to themselves while I am away from the Vine-Bead Court. Please make the necessary preparations to avoid any trouble.
And...
Take care of Ensia while I'm away. Don't leave her in fear.

Enciodes : Ensia isn't a child anymore. She won't be so easily frightened.
I'm more concerned about—

Enya : It's getting late, Sir Enciodes. You should go and make preparations.

Enciodes : ...
Is this an order to leave?

Enya : If you've understood it, you should act on it.

Enciodes : As you bid.
I take my leave.

「Enciodes bows reverently to the Saintess and exits.
As he has done so, so many times before. 」

<Background 10>

[Two children are playing in the snow. ]

Kjerag Girl : Mali, wait for me!

「The ball hits the wall of the farmhouse and bounces back to the feet of the boy, who waves at the girl trying to catch up to him. 」

Kjerag Boy : Come on! You're always so slow.

「He kicks the ball several meters away. The girl grumbles and chases after it.
The children are getting some rare free time. In this foothill village with only a couple dozen households, the children, whose parents are too busy to watch, are playing in the center of the village. 」

<Background 10>

Local Cleric : As you know, the Saintess has begun a Pilgrimage for our people. This village is her final stop before she ascends the mountain.
Remember what I told you, change into clean clothes, and do not disturb the Saintess when you see her. Am I clear?

Eager Kjerag Villager : Will the Saintess really be able to summon Kjeragandr back to us, Father?
My wife is working in the city, and I haven't heard from her since the disaster. People in the nearby villages say Sir Enciodes has put a blockade around the scene, and no one knows what is happening.

Local Cleric : Do not worry, Bauer. This is exactly why the Saintess is embarking on her journey. Kjeragandr will not abandon any of Her children.

Elderly Kjerag Villager : But all of us here in this village have already been abandoned, haven't we?
None of the young folk have been willing to stay on the farms since Karlan Trade started their business. Let me tell you, if Bauer didn't go lame when he was little...

Eager Kjerag Villager : Hey! Is this all you have to say, when the Father and I have been taking care of you since your son left for the city?

Elderly Kjerag Villager : And I haven't heard a peep from him since the disaster. I'll be damned if I got anything else to say.

Local Cleric : Alright, alright, let's not argue in the Saintess's presence.
Bauer, you should go check on old Carl. He said he wanted to catch a glimpse of the Saintess, even if he had to crawl on all fours. Help me talk him out of—

Kjerag Village Lookout : (Shouting) I see the Saintess, Father! She'll be here soon.

Local Cleric : What? It's much sooner than I expected... Alright. Let's go wait by the roadside. And brighten your faces!

「A few dozen villagers line the roadside, turning their faces to the distance, from whence the Saintess is approaching.
The cleric averts his eyes subconsciously, nervously rubbing his palms with his fingers. He was assigned to this village by the Vine-Bead Court twenty years ago, and has never seen the Saintess outside of portraits.
The footsteps approach. He focuses his entire attention on his facial muscles, hoping to leave a good impression on the Saintess.
Bam— 」

Kjerag Boy : Oh—

Kjerag Girl : (Whisper) Mali, you fool! Look what you've done!

Local Cleric : What the... blast it, I forgot about you two.
A-Are you alright, Saintess?
Mali! Come and apologize to the Saintess.

Kjerag Boy : I-I'm sorry, Saintess.

Enya : It's alright. Just a ball. It didn't hurt at all.
I still have to continue the ritual. Can you go home? Are your parents here?

Local Cleric : S-Saintess—

Kjerag Boy : Mom and Dad died a long time ago. My home is the temple.

Enya : ...

Kjerag Boy : I'll, er, go home then, Father?

Local Cleric : (Under the breath) Go! I'll have you copying scriptures if you cause any more trouble!

Kjerag Boy : *sob*—

[The boy leaves. ]

Local Cleric : I deeply apologize, Saintess...

Enya : How many children like him are there in the village?

Local Cleric : I've taken in nine. Some are orphans, while others were entrusted to me by their parents who went to the cities to find work.
But we haven't heard from them since the disaster...

Enya : ...

Eager Kjerag Villager : ...Saintess! Do you know what's happening with this disaster? When can my wife come back?

Local Cleric : What did I tell you, Bauer?

Eager Kjerag Villager : Has Kjeragandr really abandoned us?

Local Cleric : Enough—

Enya : She would never do that.
In these days of hardship, we must remember, believe, and trust that She is kind and just.
I will do my best, so that your prayers, and the prayers of all Kjerag, will be heard by Her once again.
Please, trust me, in Kjeragandr's name.

Local Cleric : By Kjeragandr, She will protect us, and protect the Saintess.

「After a moment of silence, the villagers bow their heads together behind the cleric in a gesture of reverence. They have chosen to believe.
The Saintess nods and departs again. The snowy peaks in the distance await. 」

Operation story: OS-3

Before operation

Summary

The Victorian ambassador meets with Ratatos and expresses a desire to work directly with Clan Browntail. Attempts are made on the lives of the leaders of Clans Silverash and Paleroche, while Enya is also attacked by assassins during her Pilgrimage. She is rescued by a young huntress.

<Background 1>

Paleroche Messenger : Madame Ratatos, I bring a message from my master regarding the meeting of the three clans a few days ago.
The Paleroches' stance towards the outsiders is firm. We can never be too careful regarding the faithless.
We must be even more vigilant now, with the Saintess out on pilgrimage and state affairs deferred to the three clans.
My master does not think ill of Sir Enciodes, but it is true that Clan Silverash has been too close to the Victorians. We do not know if he has other intentions.
My master has chosen to communicate with you, as he sees you as a woman who has always upheld Kjerag's traditions. He is happy to meet with you in person, if you have any thoughts you would like to share.

Ratatos : Are you finished?
Out of respect for Arctosz, please bring this message back to him.
I don't know if Arctosz is harboring a grudge because the Catastrophe occurred on Paleroche soil, and I don't care.
But at the last meeting, we reached the conclusion that none of us should make a move without direction from the Vine-Bead Court.
While the Saintess is absent, the best thing we can do for the nation is to take care of our own business and avoid causing more issues.
That will be all.

<Background fades out and in>

Victorian Ambassador : I see there is no avoiding these issues.

Ratatos : I apologize. But this little thing is no cause for concern.
Let us return to the topic at hand—long-term cooperation between premium Victorian clothing brands and Clan Browntail...

Victorian Ambassador : No, wait. With all due respect, Madam Browntail... I'm afraid this is not an issue I can ignore.
If the people of Kjerag are so hostile to Victoria, how are we to believe that any cooperation can last?

Ratatos : Our three clans may have our differences, but I am the sole representative of Clan Browntail. You may take my word on that.

Victorian Ambassador : This conflict between the three clans... I suppose that's not hard for a Victorian to understand. Not at all.
I have made great efforts to learn about Kjerag during my time here. Your culture is exotic, and fascinating.
While all of Kjerag is united by your Kjeragandr faith, the same tenets seem to have had different influence on the three clans.
The brave Paleroches, the clever Silverashes... but you Browntails, I must apologize that I find it hard to summarize your virtues in a single word.
I suppose the way I would put it, is that Clan Browntail is noble and trustworthy.

Ratatos : My sympathies for the homework you have to do.

Victorian Ambassador : Knowledge is the foundation of cooperation.
Her Grace the Duke values cooperation with Kjerag highly, and she is looking for a reliable, proper representative of your land to work with.

Ratatos : A representative of Kjerag? Is Her Grace unsatisfied with Karlan Trade?

Victorian Ambassador : Mr. Silverash is a most astute businessman, but this is also his greatest flaw. He will not permit any other winner in his game.
I'm sure you understand, as his neighbor.

Ratatos : Hmph... a keen summary.

Victorian Ambassador : Therein lies the problem. The three clans may equally be Kjeragandr's children in name, but in the eye of an onlooker like me, they are not.
Even an outsider like me can tell that your clan and the Paleroches have had virtually no effective role in response to this Catastrophe.
The Silverashes and Karlan Trade have not only monopolized Kjerag's foreign commerce, but also all of her foreign affairs.
And your nominal head of state, the Saintess—Mr. Silverash's sister, seems to have no objection to the present situation.

Ratatos : Mind your words, sir. Do not presume to blaspheme the Saintess's piety with your prejudice.

Victorian Ambassador : Oh, I apologize if my frankness has offended you. Please understand that I am speaking out of good faith, and simply conveying what I have observed as an outsider.

Ratatos : Cut to the chase. What's your proposal?

Victorian Ambassador : A simple one. Victoria is seeking friendly, equal, and truly mutually beneficial cooperation.
Effective, long-term cooperation. Not one that only benefits one side, or limited by narrow-minded nationalism.
Her Grace thinks highly of Clan Browntail, and of you personally. My presence here is proof of that.

Ratatos : The opinions of foreigners is of no importance to Clan Browntail. Your promise is the very proof of the shifting nature of Victoria's position.
You are wrong if you think Clan Browntail is simply another Clan Silverash, but easier to manipulate.

Victorian Ambassador : No, of course not, Madam Ratatos.
The Empire of Victoria does not seek subservience or dependence. She seeks to do the right thing.
Clan Silverash is a window that is sometimes open, sometimes closed. Only those inside the room can truly know its contents.
Tell me, Madam Browntail. Are you not tired of the constant, meaningless tribal conflicts that haunt this land?
Or perhaps... you aspire to lead Kjerag into a new era yourself?

Ratatos : ...
I think that will do for today.
Thank you for your visit. I fully understand your proposal, and I have a message for you to bring back to the Duke.
She does not yet have a sufficient understanding of Kjerag, but I sincerely hope she will one day find it.

Victorian Ambassador : Noted. Unfortunately, any commercial cooperation must remain on hold while political issues remain unresolved.
But we have plenty of patience for an important partner such as yourself.
We look forward to your answer.

<Background 2>

[Paper flipping ]

Dear Ensia, I hope this letter finds you well.
By the time you read this, you will have already learned of my decision.
Don't worry. Think of it as your sister going on a long trip. She'll be back before you know it.
I'm sorry that we'll have to put our plans for fondue in the Vine-Bead Court's kitchen on hold, but I promise I'll be good as my word once I get back.
Don't worry about Enciodes either. He has his plans, though he might be busy for a while. We'll count on you to take care of things at home, alright?
There are a lot of things going on. Stay safe and be especially careful when going out.
I hope I'll find you as cheerful as always when I return.
I'll pray to Kjeragandr for both of you.
P.S.: Remember to keep your appointments at Rhodes Island, follow your doctor's orders, and wear protective gear when climbing the mountains.

Ensia : ...

Chester : A letter from Enya?

Ensia : Yeah...
It's always like this.
Same for Enciodes. It's quiet enough at home to begin with, and ever since I came back from my trip, he's barely been around!

Chester : These are exceptional times. They're doing all they can to protect Kjerag.
All we can do is trust them and support them...

Ensia : I know... I just wanted to blow off some steam.
They still treat me like a kid, never telling me anything. I don't even know what I'm worrying for.
I want to help them too...

Silverash Clan Servant : Lady Ensia, Master Chester...
Is Sir Enciodes here?

Ensia : He's probably at the office. Why?

Silverash Clan Servant : A herald has arrived from the Vine-Bead Court. They said they're meeting with Clan Paleroche to discuss cooperation in the joint mining venture, and they want Sir Enciodes to submit the relevant documents early.

[Chester grabs the documents. ]

Chester : I have the documents... but submit them early? Is this a temporary notice?

Silverash Clan Servant : The herald didn't explain...

Chester : Very well. Prepare the car, I'll go—

「Before he can finish, Ensia grabs the documents and runs out the door. 」

Ensia : You can stay home, Uncle Chester! Let me handle it!

Chester : Ensia! Come back!
Sir Enciodes said you are not to go outside without permission!

Ensia : It's alright! Enciodes must have forgotten to bring these with him. I'll have a good laugh at him later!
Come on, let's go!

[The car speeds off. ]

Chester : Oh dear...
I should let Sir Enciodes know...

<Background 3>

[Engine rumbling ]

「A brown car is driving on the mountain path to the Vine-Bead Court. Sitting in the back seat, Arctosz rubs his neck. 」

Arctosz : *yawn*
Why call me over so early in the morning? Is the mine thing so urgent?

Gulo : I hear Sir Enciodes often stays overnight at the company these days. An early-morning meeting would fit his recent routine.

Arctosz : Hmph—
It's not like there's much to discuss. I'm just waiting for the Silverash documents to sign off on.
Give me the minutes from last time, Gulo. I'll take another look.

Gulo : Yes, sir.

「Sitting in the passenger seat, Gulo takes the documents from the glove box and is about to hand them to Arctosz when the car is violently jolted. 」

Arctosz : Gah! What was that?!

Paleroche Driver : F-Falling rocks! They almost hit us!

Gulo : Falling rocks? Here?

「The car is once again violently jolted before he could finish, as falling rubble slams against the trunk. 」

Gulo : It's not safe inside! We need to get out, sir! The road ahead is blocked!

Arctosz : Fy faen!

「The three of them abandon the car and run to the mountainside, but the amount of falling rubble is overwhelming. 」

Gulo : Look out—

「A rock falls towards Arctosz. Gulo pushes him out of the way, and is struck by the sharp edge of the rock on his forehead. His massive frame falls on the ground, bleeding.
Arctosz crawls towards Gulo and pulls him closer to the mountain, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.
The blood is soon covered by the falling rocks. 」

Arctosz : Gulo! GULO!

<Background 4>

Degenbrecher : ...

「The tranquility of the mountain is broken by the roaring sound of engines as the morning mist disperses. Tranquility is not what Degenbrecher seeks right now.
She pushes her bike to its limits. The scenery flies by swiftly, but she does not see what she is looking for.
The tracks are still visible on the road; the target was here not long ago. 」

Degenbrecher : There—!

「Degenbrecher jumps off the bike and rounds a corner— 」

Degenbrecher : ...

「Two cars are burning on the road after a collision, sending rancid smoke skywards.
Degenbrecher pulls her weapon and creates a gust that extinguishes the fire, revealing the familiar silhouette of a Silverash car.
The door is easily cut open. There is no one inside. Degenbrecher's worst fears have not come true.
She hears the sound of rocks clashing from the direction of the cliff.
Degenbrecher looks down at the source of the sound, and finds the one she is looking for, despite the dirt and soot on her face. 」

Ensia : Degenbrecher!
...

「Hanging off the side of the cliff with a hook, Ensia looks up at Degenbrecher, unsure how to hide her embarrassment. 」

Ensia : Heheh... uh... I guess I screwed up...

<Background 5>

[Enya trudges across the snowfields. ]

Enya : ..."Her kingdom promises not tomorrow."
"Nor was it built for yesterday."
"Those who walk the present are closest to Her."
"Her blessings are ever beneath the traveler's feet."
...

「The snowflakes stick to her fur collar. The lone traveler pulls her hood tighter and walks up the mountain, against the cold wind that blows through the forest.
Enya pulls her cloak tighter around herself, her steps slowed by falling branches mixed with snow.
The clerics often say that Kjeragandr tests Her people with wind and snow, but Enya knows 'She' would never torment her like this. 」

Enya : Kjarr...

「The Saintess sees the smoke of a campfire deep in the woods. Perhaps there is a place to rest.
Enya walks towards it and finds the fire still burning, providing a rare source of warmth. She reaches out to it at once.
The hides hanging around shows that it belongs to a hunter. Short shrubs surround a lone wooden house, but the owner is nowhere to be seen.
Then, one of the shrubs rustles. The tip of a metal bolt protrudes from it, pointing towards the campfire— 」

Enya : Who's there?

「Enya turns around quickly, but not quick enough to avoid the bolt that strikes her right leg, soaking her thick clothing with blood.
She raises her bell instinctively as she stumbles from the pain. The attacker has emerged from the bushes, aiming his next bolt at the Saintess's heart.
Whoosh—
The attacker falls as the bell rings, his body quickly covered in snow. Slowly, the small lump turns red. It was not the holy bell that did this.
Enya gets closer, and sees a crossbow bolt in the attacker's neck.
A rough hand, small but strong, grabs Enya's shoulders and pulls her to one side.
Another bolt cuts through the air, taking down another attacker, but more of them continue to emerge from the forest. 」

Young Huntress : Holzchopf bandits! How dare you commit murder at MY camp while I'm away!

「A young huntress, carrying a heavy crossbow that seems too big for her, stands in front of Enya. She smells of herbs and cloudbeast. 」

Young Huntress : Stop daydreaming!
...
You're a Silverash... What are you doing here?
Never mind... Stay close to me!

After operation

Summary

The huntress Joanna takes Enya home and treats her injuries, but begins to keep her distance upon discovering that Enya is the Saintess. Arctosz suspects the Browntails of planning the assassinations, driving a rift again between the three clans.

<Background 6>

[Door opens ]

Enya : This is...

Young Huntress : My home.
Last I saw, they were going the opposite way. It's safe here. I'll wrap you up, and then you need to leave.

Enya : Thank you. I—

Young Huntress : Don't talk and don't fidget, Silverash.
...
Your wounds aren't that bad. There was some distance, and your thick clothes absorbed some of the impact.
But the bolt has a hooked head. It'll hurt when I pull it out. I'll try to be steady.

「The young huntress snaps the arrow shaft and grabs the remaining part. She glances at the wounded woman, who simply nods, showing no sign of fear.
The huntress takes a deep breath and slowly pulls the arrow. Even she shivers at the sensation of the hook grating against flesh.
She does her best to keep her hands steady, until the arrowhead is completely pulled out. 」

Young Huntress : Phew—finally...

Enya : Thank you... very much...

Young Huntress : I'm not done yet. Hang in there a little longer.

「She takes out a packet of powdered medicine, lifts the edge of Enya's dress, and rubs it skillfully on the wound before bandaging it up. 」

Young Huntress : You can yelp if it hurts. I won't laugh.

Enya : I don't want to make you more nervous.
It'll only hurt more if your hands are shaking.

Young Huntress : Hmph.
...Huh?

「A slender, snow-white cloudbeast pokes its head out of the huntress's hood, hanging onto her braids with its claws and poking its wet nose around Enya's fur collar.
Then, it reaches out to sniff at the stranger's scent. 」

Young Huntress : Don't touch it. It doesn't like strangers.

「Before the huntress can finish, Enya's finger has already reached the little cloudbeast's chin. Simply touching its soft fur seems to bring warmth to her heart, even in the bitter cold. 」

Young Huntress : (Whisper) Get back in, Rift Cloudbeast...

Enya : You call it... the Rift Cloudbeast?
Come to think of it, I don't know your name yet, my hero.

Young Huntress : ...
Joanna.

Joanna : I don't need to know your name, Silverash. Don't think for a moment that we're friends.

Enya : Why? You've been good to me.

Joanna : And how have you people treated me?!

Young Huntress : Hmph... forget it. Nothing to do with you, anyway.

Enya : By 'you people', do you mean Clan Silverash?
Or Enciodes...?

Joanna : Not just him.
My dad says the Silverashes have been obsessed with blaspheming Kjeragandr ever since Enciodes's father was clan leader.
He poured asphalt on Kjeragandr's backbone, and poison on Kjeragandr's tail. His greed led to his downfall.

Enya : ...

Joanna : Enciodes hasn't learned his lesson. He's done even more to wreck Kjeragandr's peace.
But his greatest sin was the hole he dug in Kjeragandr's flesh. This disaster is proof that Silverash has angered Kjeragandr.

Enya : But Kjerag can't stay in the snowy mountains forever.
Haven't industry and trade brought us better lives? Why would the kind Kjeragandr punish us just because we're living better lives?

Joanna : Better lives?
You Silverashes sit by the warm fireside, eating the best food and drinking the best wine...
But who has to pay the price?
Us, we do!
Many beasts lived at the foot of the mountains when I was little.
For a thousand years they lived off the land—drank from the rivers, and went back to the forest to find berries and leaves.
But Karlan Trade's railroads divided the mountains and rivers, forcing the beasts to risk their lives crossing the railway.
You even blame them when your trains run them over!
The beasts were forced to move higher, but there isn't enough room there for large packs. They had to fight each other for space and food, and their numbers dwindled.
Not to mention all the cloudbeasts that are sensitive to noise... you have no idea how many died, and how I ended up taking in my Rift Cloudbeast!

Enya : But the farmers by the mountains need the fertilizers and seeds that the trains bring. And sick people on the mountains need medicine.

Joanna : Where's the bountiful game that Kjeragandr once gifted us, then?
The beasts grow fewer each year. Even water from the springs is less sweet.
My family made a living hunting in the mountains for generations, following the holy teachings of Kjeragandr, and we show our faith by sculpting statues in Her image.
Dad... myself, and my siblings, we've always prayed to Kjeragandr, always paid our respects.
Why are WE the ones who have to pay the price?!

「Spooked by the sudden outburst, the Rift Cloudbeast leaps down from a trembling Joanna and goes over to Enya.
Enya bends down and lifts it up, placing it back on Joanna's shoulder. 」

Joanna : Don't move, or your wounds will reopen.

Enya : This is the first time I've heard about any of that.

Joanna : If you want to argue, go ahead, Silverash.

Enya : No, I don't.
I'm... different from the others. I have to stay at home most of the time, and what I know about the land today comes mostly from the accounts of others.
Sometimes I go out and experience things for myself, but it's not enough.
Kjeragandr will never abandon any children of Kjerag. I promise.

Joanna : Hmph...
You better promise yourself that you pull through whatever's going on...
What was with those bandits, anyway? I know all the hunters living on the mountain. I didn't recognize any of those guys.

Enya : I think... they came for me.

Joanna : For you? Do you have enemies?

Enya : Hmm... It's a long story.

Joanna : If that's the case, you'd better stay put tonight. They won't give up so easily.
My dad's friend has a shop in town, and my siblings have been helping out these past few days. I'll go get some medicine from him.
And get help to fight the bandits.

Enya : ...
No, don't.

Joanna : Why? Are you afraid to be on your own? I'm fast and strong. I can be back by tomorrow morning if I go down the mountain now.

Enya : That's not what I'm worried about...

Joanna : Why? You Silverashes are such a bother. If you have something to say, just say it.
If you can't fight, I have no choice but to get help from town. That's the deal.

Enya : Wait, I can tell you—

「Enya hurriedly gets up, tugging at the sleeve of the huntress who is about to leave, causing her own cloak to fall off. 」

Joanna : ...!
The S-Saintess...?

Enya : Actually, I'm...

Joanna : I-I'm sorry!
Please, Your Holiness, punish me for my insolence!

Enya : No, I'm not going to punish you...
Please, just sit down...

「Enya tries to stop the huntress, but she quickly takes a step back, putting more distance between herself and Enya.
She turns to leave, but then seems to remember something, and spins back around and bows reverentially to Enya, before finally leaving the room. 」

Enya : *sigh*...

<Background 7>

Matterhorn : General Gulo...

Gulo : Could you knock on the cheibe door before barging in, Matterhorn boy?
What are you doing here?

Matterhorn : I was accompanying Lady Ensia for a checkup. She suffered a car accident this morning, but fortunately she's unharmed.
I was told you were here too, so I thought I should pay a visit—are you alright?

Gulo : Hmph, just a scratch. But—
Wait, you said something happened to the young Silverash lady?

Matterhorn : Lady Ensia was delivering something to Sir Enciodes when she suffered a head-on collision with another vehicle on the way to the Vine-Bead Court. It was fortunate that Madam Degenbrecher quickly arrived on the scene.

Gulo : You said she was going to the Vine-Bead Court too?
Strange. My master received a summons from the Vine-Bead Court this morning, saying there was a meeting, and it was on the way there that we were struck by falling rocks.
...Did you hear anything from the Browntails?

Matterhorn : No... not yet, at least. What's the matter with the Browntails?

Gulo : No wonder Sir Arctosz was fuming when he left... I haven't seen him so angry in a long time.
But this—argh!
Listen, brother, I need you to do me a favor. Can you ask Sir Enciodes to go to the Browntail manor at once?
Sir Arctosz is even more hot-headed than I am. I'm afraid he might do something impetuous. Sir Enciodes is the only one who can stop him.

Matterhorn : I see... I'll let him know immediately.

<Background 8>

Ratatos : I suggest you get your head checked at the hospital, Arctosz. The symptoms of a mild concussion are easy to miss.

Arctosz : Don't try to change the subject!
Answer me! Why is it that only Clan Silverash and mine were attacked, while you Browntails sit safe and sound in your home? What do you know?!

Ratatos : Everything that I know about what happened today came from you.

Arctosz : More excuses!
Even the servants of Silverash knew to show concern, and tell me that Ensia suffered too.
But what about you? You look like you couldn't care less, like it's nothing more than a piece of snow falling on the ground! Is this the Browntail stance?

Ratatos : I apologize for my demeanor. All of Kjerag has suffered in recent days. I ask for your understanding.

Arctosz : Enough of this hipocrisy.
We both know there's been gossip going around about the Browntail Witch.
I never took it seriously. I couldn't care less what you did, as long as you did it for Kjerag and Kjeragandr.
But now?
When did Kjeragandr teach you to stab your allies in the back, Ratatos?

Ratatos : Watch your words, Arctosz. Do not disrespect Kjeragandr, even if you intend to insult and provoke me.

Arctosz : Stop dodging the question and answer!
Was Clan Browntail involved in the attack on me and Ensia?

Ratatos : You're wasting your time. I've already told you multiple times: I know nothing about it, and I express my sympathies.

Arctosz : If that's your final answer, then don't accuse me of going too far.

Ratatos : What do you mean?

Arctosz : Don't think I'm out of Paleroches just because you took Gulo out of action. Before I went out, I told my men when to show.
Clan Browntail's estates will be thoroughly searched. I didn't want to go this far, but I'm afraid Sciurus and her children will have to bear with me a little.

Ratatos : You dare?!

Arctosz : You made me do this, Ratatos!

「The door to the drawing room flies open without warning. Arctosz draws his sword immediately.
The sharp-eyed Browntail guards raise their weapons too and stand in front of Ratatos. 」

Enciodes : ...
I take it you've already discussed the incidents that occurred today.
I came for the same reason, and I've reached certain conclusions. Please, stand down.

「Seeing that Arctosz has sheathed his sword, Ratatos raises a hand, and her guards hesitantly back off. 」

Arctosz : Good timing, Enciodes.
With the leaders of Clans Paleroche and Silverash both present, we demand a thorough audit of Clan Browntail's documents, and cooperation from Clan Browntail in the investigation.

Enciodes : Sorry, Arctosz, but I don't assent to the demand.

Arctosz : What?

Enciodes : Why would Ratatos want to get rid of us?
Assassinating the heads of the other two clans at this moment would only cause even more chaos.
Clan Paleroche has the most warriors, while Clan Silverash runs Karlan Trade.
Ratatos could not hope to keep the situation under control if you and I both died in an accident. Meanwhile, retribution would be swift and harsh.
Am I right?

「Ratatos avoids Enciodes's gaze and nods lightly. 」

Arctosz : That doesn't explain why Clan Browntail wasn't attacked.

Enciodes : Maybe a coincidence, maybe bad timing. Maybe the attackers had something planned for the Browntails too, and we just don't know about it.

Arctosz : You won't convince me with talk of coincidences, Enciodes.
Who would have done such a thing, if not Ratatos?

Enciodes : This is not a question we can solve in a short time.
Don't forget that there are plenty of people looking to take advantage of the chaos, and take a piece of Kjerag for themselves.
This assassination coincided with the arrival of Victorian aid. The mastermind wants to keep us from working together.

Arctosz : The Victorians did this?

Enciodes : They are potential suspects, as is any foreign politician who attempts to intervene at this juncture.
Therefore, I would like to maintain the status quo of our previous meeting—I will continue to handle all external affairs, including those involving Victoria.
I will discover the truth, for Clan Paleroche, for the peace of the three clans... and for Ensia.

Arctosz : ...
I'll trust you one last time...

Ratatos : Hmph...

Arctosz : Don't you dare look smug, Ratatos. You got lucky today. You can thank Enciodes and Sciurus.
If it turns out you're behind all this after all, you'll get what's coming to you!

「The sturdy Ursus slams the table, then turns and leaves. 」

Ratatos : Thank you for calming that maniac down, Enciodes.
But I'm exhausted. I'm sure you understand how tiring it is to deal with baseless accusations.
If you suspect me and want to question me, I—

Enciodes : There's no need for that. Trust between the three clans has never been more important than now.
I have other urgent matters to attend to. I'll take my leave.

Ratatos : Pardon me for not seeing you out.

<Background 9>

Degenbrecher : Ensia wasn't hurt. You can rest easy.

Enciodes : I was the one they were after.

Degenbrecher : Obviously. The accident was very likely staged. They targeted your car, without knowing who was inside.
Something's not right... it's too forward. It's as though the people behind this want to make the point that they have no qualms about deploying extreme measures.

Enciodes : They're trying to sow chaos and suspicion. The act itself is more important than the result.
There is another possibility... perhaps it's not me, Ensia, or Arctosz whom they're truly after.
There will be trouble on the mountains.

Degenbrecher : It's Enya they're after?

Enciodes : If anything happens to the Saintess at this point, it will serve to affirm all the conspiracy theories, and drag Kjerag further into the quagmire.
I need you to protect Enya, Degenbrecher.

Degenbrecher : ...
Enya set out a long time ago. I can't promise anything.
You need to prepare for the worst.

Enciodes : ...
I believe in Enya.

Degenbrecher : You 'believe'.
And you will not provide any of your basis for that belief to reassure me? Like you usually do?

Enciodes : Correct.
I believe.

Operation story: OS-4

Before operation

Summary

Ratatos meets again with the Victorian ambassador and drops a hint about eliminating Arctosz. Joanna and Enya break the ice, but they are once again attacked by assassins.

<Background 1>

[Door knocking ]

Ratatos : Arrggghhh! Didn't I tell you not to bother me today?
Who's—

[Door opens ]

Sciurus : ...Sister.

Ratatos : What are you doing here...?
Don't just stand there, take a seat. What's the matter, can't sleep?
I thought I told Yucatan to keep a close eye on you—

Sciurus : No...

「She shakes her head. 」

Sciurus : I told Yucatan not to come with me.
I wanted to talk to you, one-on-one.

Ratatos : ...

「Ratatos never thought she would see this expression on her sister, who is usually so cheerful and straightforward. 」

Ratatos : Alright. But only for a little bit. Then you go back to bed.
*sigh* Acting like a little girl, when you're supposed to be a mom already.

Sciurus : I heard Arctosz shouting in the drawing room today.

Ratatos : Damn, so he did disturb you?
I'll have his hairy head for this.

Sciurus : No, it's not that...
I heard what you were arguing about, and I know many bad things have been happening lately...
Please, Rata... if you do know something, tell me.

Ratatos : By Kjeragandr...
You shouldn't be worrying about these things right now, Sciurus.
You'll have plenty to worry about once you take my job.

Sciurus : But there's been trouble after trouble. Even I, shut up in my room, can tell that things are getting worse...
I see unhappy faces outside the window every day, not to mention we haven't heard anything back from Monch.

Ratatos : I have people searching for her... I'm sure she's fine. Hey, don't forget that she's one of the finest Browntail warriors!

Sciurus : I know...
It's you I'm really worried about, Rata.

Ratatos : ...

Sciurus : I've never helped very much, but there was a time when I could at least stand by your side and give you my support...
But now, you're facing all this on your own... I wish you would talk to me more.
There's no need to carry everything on your shoulders. Yucatan and I have your back, no matter what.

Ratatos : You think too much, my silly little sister. Are you really in such a hurry to take over for me?

Sciurus : That's not what I—

Ratatos : I promise you, Sciurus.
I'll protect you, and Yucatan, and all of Clan Browntail.
If it's the last thing I do.
Kjeragandr be my witness.

Sciurus : ...

Ratatos : Still don't believe me? But you've got to believe Kjeragandr, right?

Sciurus : There's no need to go that far...

Ratatos : Alright... then promise me you're going to bed now.
Tomorrow will be a better day.

<Background 2>

Victorian Ambassador : You honor me with your invitation, Madam Browntail.
I take it your thinking has changed, then?

Ratatos : ...Cut the crap.
Assassinating the members of Clan Silverash and Clan Paleroche, driving a rift between the three clans... is this how you intend to coerce me into working with you?
I thought Victorian politicians were smarter than that.

「The man smiles nonchalantly. 」

Victorian Ambassador : I'm not sure how such a notion could have occurred to you, Madam Browntail.
Assassinating the leadership of another country on their own soil... it would be tantamount to a declaration of war... if it could be proven.
Are you sure you want to accuse Victoria of such crimes?

Ratatos : So this is why you people seem so smug about yourselves.

Victorian Ambassador : I'm not sure I understand your meaning.
But since you've deigned to meet with me today, I am very happy to listen—is there anything I can help you with?

Ratatos : Go on, act smug. Your crude little plot worked, huh? The relationship between the Paleroches and Browntails has broken down completely, and I've become the most suspicious one here.
As for Enciodes... he just spun his tale about all three clans wanting stability to hoodwink that fool Arctosz.
He knows full well that, in the present state of Kjerag, should the leader of any of the clans meet an 'accident', it would take little effort to demoralize the already-disheartened people.
If he learns of our meeting, he will not hesitate to join forces with the Paleroches to attack me, even if he knows full well I wouldn't promise you anything.
After all, what Kjerag needs right now is a culprit, one to place all the blame on.
In that event, it's entirely possible that Clan Browntail will be wiped off the map.
...I don't have much time left.

Victorian Ambassador : My sympathies, madam. I am in full agreement with your assessment of the situation.
Do you intend to turn things around, then?

Ratatos : ...
Let's get straight to the point.
First, I want an absolute guarantee that you will prioritize the safety of Clan Browntail and the people of my domain, no matter what happens.

Victorian Ambassador : Of course. We have long sympathized with the ordinary folk who have become marginalized by Clan Silverash. It is one of our major goals for peaceful cooperation with Kjerag.

Ratatos : Ugh... say whatever you want.
Second, all the trade policies currently in place will remain so when Clan Browntail takes over from Karlan Trade, and Victoria must not withdraw any assistance currently offered to Kjerag.
Otherwise, we reserve the right to terminate our cooperation with immediate effect—not something you want to happen.

Victorian Ambassador : You need not worry, madam. We are more than eager to cooperate with Kjerag, and would never dream of undermining this partnership.
There will be much room for further cooperation, once you become the sole representative of your nation.

Ratatos : Good...
Taking over Karlan Trade isn't something that can be accomplished overnight. We need time to prepare... and the first order of business is to deal with Arctosz.
I know that man, and he will come looking for trouble if he finds out Clan Browntail has been working with Victoria.
In a sense, he is an even bigger problem than Enciodes...
That bloody fool!

Victorian Ambassador : Most regrettable...
The decision is yours, Madam Browntail. How should we... persuade Arctosz?

Ratatos : ...
I will contact him again... for one final meeting.

Victorian Ambassador : Oh?

Ratatos : There is an old Browntail manor at the foot of the mountains in the southwest, an area that is virtually uninhabited.
I will send Arctosz a message, telling him to meet me there tomorrow, where I will explain the truth.
The time of the meeting is set at 7pm... fifteen hours from now.
I hope Victoria will demonstrate its good faith.

Victorian Ambassador : Of course. You will not be disappointed.
We look forward to your 'persuasion' of Clan Paleroche.

<Background 3>

「The mountain wind carries the snow, battering the hay-thatched roof.
A few dry leaves are blown into the air, landing on the braids of the girl sitting on the rooftop. She picks it out and rubs it in her fingers.
The Rift Cloudbeast pokes its head out from behind the girl's shoulders, rubbing against her red cheeks. 」

Joanna : Rift Cloudbeast...
I'm just... clearing my head. You don't have to come out and be cold with me together.

「The little white creature, which has endured many harsh days and nights with Joanna, purrs gently. 」

Joanna : Thanks...
I... I don't know how to face the Saintess...
She's the vicar of Kjeragandr. I should love and honor her, but—
How could those things happen... Why must my family be punished...?

「The girl sits quietly on the roof, Rift Cloudbeast in her arms, until the fine snowflakes cover her hair in white. 」

<Background 4>

「The door leading to the backyard is pushed open.
The visitor has added a few shallow footprints on the snow. Enya sees three scattered crossbows as she walks to her left, and picks up one to examine it.
It is smaller than the one that Joanna uses.
Enya casts her gaze in front, and there are three targets standing a short distance away, with a few bolts on them that have yet to be retrieved. 」

Enya : They started training at such a young age...
There is a name on the stock... does it belong to her siblings?

「Enya's attention is drawn to a bunch of sculptures scattered haphazardly on the ground at the other end of the yard. Their visage is a familiar one.
Enya approaches the largest amongst them and holds it before her. The sculptor was obviously extremely skilled—Kjeragandr is smiling gently upon her. 」

Enya : This is...
just like the one we built at Lake Silberneherze.
I guess this is what they all think you look like.

「There are other sculptures lying by her feet, and Enya picks up one of them.
This one is sleeker, the chisel marks on the face rougher, giving it a sense of harshness. Perhaps the sculptor had used too much force when sculpting the face, and chiseled off a little too much. 」

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 5>

Kjarr : It's not right, is it? Doesn't look like Kjeragandr at all.
The face needs to be a little thinner, and the body...
Will you heed the plea of your humble handmaiden, Saintess?
Enya, pleeease—

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 4>

Enya : See? It looks better when the face is rounder.
...

「She carefully puts the two sculptures of different sizes back.
In this bare, unfamiliar backyard, Enya puts her hands together and prays toward the statue of Kjeragandr, as the elders of Vine-Bead Court often do.
She does not make any wish. She only hopes for a miracle. 」

<Background 6>

Enya : ...

「The sun has set, but the huntress still sits in the yard.
She hurriedly gets up to bow when she sees Enya, but the latter lays a hand on her shoulder. 」

Joanna : ...Saintess.

Enya : No need for formalities. It's just us two.
I would prefer it if you could call me 'Enya'.

Joanna : As you wish.

「After greeting Enya, the girl looks aside and falls quiet again. 」

Enya : There were a lot of Kjeragandr sculptures in the backyard. Did you and your family make them yourselves?

Joanna : (Nods in silence)

Enya : They look a little different. Is it because people interpret the image of Kjeragandr depicted in the old books differently?

Joanna : ...
My dad made the ones that looked like Her. I made the ones that don't...

Enya : Pfft—
I'm sorry! I just wanted to ask... why did you make all those sculptures?

Joanna : My family is a branch of Clan Paleroche that went into the mountains on Kjeragandr's orders. We've been hunters ever since.
We believe all that lives in the mountains share Kjeragandr's soul, and we are all part of the eternal cycle of life within Her.
In gratitude for the blessings of Kjeragandr, every member of our family must learn to sculpt the image of Kjeragandr once we are old enough to hunt alone.
We also make leather jackets, bone sculptures and accessories with Her mark.

Enya : 'Hear, blessed hunter.'
'Are the whispers of the wind and the grass not Her hymns? Are the creatures that walk and fly not She embodied?'
'The cycle of life and death is the cycle of water and ice; there is neither beginning nor end.'
'Speak of Kjeragandr's wisdom and love, and listen.'

Joanna : 'Rely not on signs and omens, but seek upon snow-covered peaks'... and then... and then—

Enya : 'And become one with Her.'

Joanna : Yes... this part feels different from the other parts of Kjeragandr. I always get stuck here.

Enya : The details of the scriptures are not what matters the most. What's important is to be constantly mindful that Kjeragandr watches and listens to our words and deeds.
You may not remember the complicated verses, but you're living, hunting, and sculpting in accordance with Her teachings.
Even as the Saintess... I may never have truly understood the meaning of this passage, if I hadn't met you.
You're one of the most pious faithful I've ever met. Kjeragandr will protect your family.

Joanna : ...
Really?

Enya : Yes. I'm Her... chosen Saintess, after all. She will appear when we need her most, no matter what hardship we face.

Joanna : ...
*sob*—

「Tears roll down the young cheeks of the huntress who always puts on a strong front, falling and melting the snow by their feet. 」

Enya : Joanna? What's the matter? Can you tell me?

Joanna : I, I—

「Enya takes Joanna's trembling hands in hers. 」

Joanna : When I first learned to hunt, I was bitten by an Infected beast... and I got Oripathy...
Dad hunted every day and made those sculptures after coming back from the hunt, so that he could sell them in town to buy medicine for me... and he did it for years...
A few days ago, dad's friend told me... he was at the station... the day the Catastrophe happened...
If I didn't—
*sob*... *sob*...

Enya : Joanna...

Joanna : Why, Kjeragandr...?

「The grieving girl drops to the ground, curled up in a fetal position.
Enya kneels by her side, trying to find words of consolation, but for all the scriptures she has memorized, none have an answer. After a brief hesitation, she begins patting the girl's back.
There is a lump in her throat. If even eternal Kjeragandr can fall silent, what could Her Saintess possibly do?
Are you listening, Kjarr...? 」

<Background 6>

[Door knocking ]

「Sitting by the window, the Rift Cloudbeast suddenly growls with as much volume as it can muster, and darts back into Joanna's hood.
Joanna sniffles and wipes her tears with her palms. 」

Joanna : Someone's coming. I'll get the door.

Passing Old Man : Young lady...
How do I get to the nearest town?

Joanna : Are you lost? Do you see those lights? Follow the trail down the mountain, and follow the lights whenever you come to a crossroads—

Passing Old Man : It's getting dark... and my eyesight is poor...

Joanna : I'll walk with you—
No... I can't leave right now.
You could spend the night here, and head down once the sun rises.

Passing Old Man : No, no, I shouldn't trouble you. I'll find the path down the mountain...

[The man leaves. ]

Enya : What is it?

Joanna : Just an old man who got lost.

Enya : You're quite far from town. Do people pass by here often?

Joanna : No. My family are the only ones who live here. We don't see many passersby. In fact, you were the first...

Enya : ...
—Look out!

[Crossbow bolts fly into the building. ]

After operation

Summary

Joanna and Enya defeat the assassins with Degenbrecher's help, and discover a plot to implicate Paleroches in the murder of the Saintess. Ratatos draws out hidden spies by pretending to work with the Victorians, but dies in an explosion caused by the spies.

<Background 7>

Arctosz : Back already, Gulo? You still have the gauze on your head.
I told you to think before you act! You get back to the hospital right now and stay in bed.

Gulo : Master... I heard that you're going to meet with Ratatos again, at the Browntails' invitation.
You can't go...

Arctosz : What, you think I'm afraid of her?
That witch says she's going to tell me the truth. I'm eager to see what she spews from that mouth of hers.

Gulo : But master... the meeting is on Browntail turf. This is clearly a trap.

Arctosz : Hmph, you think I don't know?
A Paleroche never runs from a fight!
Just because it's her turf doesn't mean a Paleroche is helpless there!
You know what? Seeing that gauze on your head is making me doubly-mad!

Gulo : I don't care how mad you are, master! I'm sitting right here at the door and not budging an inch until you change your mind!

Arctosz : And what does any of that have to do with you?

Gulo : It's my own fault I got hurt and couldn't protect you. All I can do is stop you from putting yourself in danger.

Arctosz : Uh... I'm not angry at you! I'm angry at those bloody Browntails.
Don't worry, I'll settle the score for you. I'll show them nobody messes with Clan Paleroche.
Get out of the way, brother.

Gulo : Master...

Arctosz : Warriors, take General Gulo back to his room.

「Several warriors help Gulo up and help him walk back to his room. 」

Arctosz : Hmph.
I'm not afraid of them. But I won't go unprepared.
Fy faen. Prepare a few more cars, boys.

<Background 1>

Browntail Butler : Dinner is ready, Madam Sciurus.

Sciurus : What about the matriarch? Will she not join us?

Browntail Butler : Matriarch Ratatos just left. She says not to worry about her.

Yucatan : I remember the matriarch saying she had a meeting with Clan Paleroche today. But it's so early...
Did she go alone?

Browntail Butler : We're not sure...

Sciurus : Something doesn't feel right, Yucatan.
Go after her.

Yucatan : Alright...

Browntail Butler : One moment, please, Madam Sciurus and Master Yucatan...

Sciurus : What is it this time?

Browntail Butler : The matriarch left orders before she left...
We are not to allow the two of you to leave home tonight.
Under any circumstances.

Yucatan : ...

<Background 8>

Joanna : Saintess! Get down!

[The bolts shatter the windows. ]

Joanna : Drat... Who are these people?
How dare they attempt to murder the Saintess on Kjerag soil?!

Enya : Maybe they're not from Kjerag...
They're dangerous...

Joanna : Don't worry, Saintess! I'll protect you with my life!
They won't get in so easily... Don't underestimate the hunters of Kjerag!

「The young huntress locks and loads her heavy crossbow, barely taking any time to aim it through the broken window before pulling the trigger.
It is immediately followed by multiple screams. 」

Joanna : Hit.

[More bolts hit the side of the building. ]

Enya : Careful, there are a lot of them!
We can't just stay here. We need to get out...

Joanna : What do we do—

Enya : Calm down. Listen to me...

<Background 6>

Attacker : ...

「Lying prone on the snow, the attacker gestures to those behind him to remain hidden. They learned their lesson the hard way.
They slowly close in on the house, on guard against the crossbow bolts that can be fired from the window at any time with uncanny accuracy.
They could see a shadow move behind the curtain, and the edges of the curtain sway...
The attacker raises his crossbow.
The poisoned bolt strikes the figure behind the curtain. He hears the sound of the body hitting the floor, then silence. 」

Attacker : Hit. Not sure if she's down.
Units Two, Three and Four, hold position. Unit One, with me. Approach with care. The intel says there are two of them.

「Several figures sneak up to the house, breaking in once they have determined no sound coming from inside. 」

<Background 8>

[The attackers break down the door. ]

Attacker : What...? This... It's...
...A wooden sculpture?

「A sculpture of Kjeragandr lies on the ground, a crossbow bolt sticking out of its head.
The assailants did not notice the delicate sound of machinery operating as they entered the room.
They hear the ringing of a bell, while their arms and legs go weak.
Five loaded crossbows and a massive net take aim at the invaders. 」

[The arrows fire at the restrained attackers. ]

Joanna : They fell for it! Just like you said!
You'd better repent for damaging a sculpture of Kjeragandr!

Enya : Now! Run!

<Background black>

[Communicator buzzing ]

Victorian Spy : Alpha, report.

Alpha : The Paleroche convoy has cleared the third checkpoint.
Confirm target position—back seat of the lead car.
Shall we engage?

Victorian Spy : Affirmative.

Alpha : Wait, there's a change in the situation!
The target's stopped moving. No direct line-of-sight. I can't see what's going on.
Browntail warriors? What are they doing here?

Victorian Spy : Stand by. I'm calling Number One.

<Background 9>

Arctosz : What's the meaning of this?
Your matriarch told us to come to meet her, then sent you to stop us?

Browntail Guard : The location of the meeting is just ahead, Sir Arctosz. This will only take a minute of your time.
Please allow us to search your vehicles, in the interest of safety.

Arctosz : What a joke. You're afraid of a handful of boys when your people picked the location? You people are cowards.

Browntail Guard : The orders came from Matriarch Ratatos. We request your cooperation.

Arctosz : Hmph. Do what you want. I've got nothing to hide.

Browntail Guard : No issues. You may proceed now, Sir Arctosz.

Arctosz : Not so fast.
You searched us. Now, we search you.
Search every nook and cranny from here to the Browntail manor, the road and everything around it.
You find anybody suspicious, take them in!

Paleroche Guard : Yes, sir!

<Background 10>

Victorian Spy : Report on the target's location, Alpha.
Come in, Alpha.

[Comms glitching ]

Victorian Spy : Alpha, can you hear me? Report!
What's going on...?

[Comms buzzing ]

Charlie : Command, the target car has entered our surveillance zone and is approaching the final point of action. Should we move?

Victorian Spy : When did he... is there any movement from the target?

Charlie : No, the target hasn't exited the vehicle. I can't see inside from here.

Victorian Spy : Stand by. Engage once you have visual on the target.

[Comms buzzing ]

Bravo : Bravo reporting.
We have visual on what we believe to be an armed Kjerag patrol.

Victorian Spy : Have you identified them?

Bravo : Unclear, possibly Paleroche guards.

Charlie : Charlie reporting! We've spotted Kjerag warriors too. They're searching nearby buildings.
Our position may be compromised. Should we make a move now?

Victorian Spy : Negative, stand by.

Bravo : We've been compromised! Engaging!

[Comms buzzing ]

Charlie : They found us! We've been exposed, repeat, we've been exposed!
Permission for final action!

Victorian Spy : Bloody hell...
Affirmative—

[KABOOM! ]

<Background black>

Joanna : The north winds blow, over the mountain road...
The tuskbeast hides, among the rocks he bides...
Take your bow, swing it low...
...By the little wood window.

<Background 9>

[Joanna fires her crossbow. ]

Joanna : Hit.

「The forest is the domain of the hunter.
The young huntress takes Enya into the forest, the mysterious assailants in hot pursuit.
Their numbers are soon thinned by crossbow bolts that seem to come out of nowhere. 」

Joanna : There's at least one more... where are you...?

「The huntress knows that her last shot has revealed her position, while the enemy has withdrawn into the shadows.
She hides behind a large tree, zeroing in on one little sound.
Lock, load, loose— 」

[She fires. ]

Joanna : Missed?!

「The young huntress is pushed to the ground as her shot misses.
The attacker picks up a bolt from the ground and aims it at her throat.
But he never gets the chance to bring his raised hand down. It is frozen. 」

Joanna : —!

「A blurred silhouette appears from above the assailant, bringing the weight of a thousand mountains down upon his head.
The ground trembles, and the snow on the tree branches is scattered... 」

Enya : ...Degenbrecher?

「Degenbrecher catches the bolt flying towards her with one hand. 」

Joanna : Who are you?! What do you want with the Saintess?!

Enya : Stop, Joanna! Degenbrecher is a friend.

Joanna : Degenbrecher...?

「Joanna hesitantly removes the bolt from her crossbow as she looks up and down at Degenbrecher. 」

Joanna : I've heard your name before... they say you're a strong warrior.
But I've never seen... a man beaten into permafrost like that...

Enya : What are you doing here, Degenbrecher?

Degenbrecher : Enciodes sent me.
I apologize, but now is not the time to stick to the rules.

Enya : How did he know I was in danger...?

Degenbrecher : This is not the only attack in recent days.
There were attempts on the lives of the members of Clans Silverash and Paleroche, soon after you left the Vine-Bead Court. The three clans are on the brink of civil war.

Enya : How could this be...?

Degenbrecher : These people...

「Only now do the trio have the time to take a long look at the assailants—late assailants, more precisely.
They are wearing Paleroche armor, and they are carrying standard-issue Kjerag weapons. 」

Degenbrecher : Clan Paleroche...?

Joanna : That's impossible!
Clan Paleroche has always been loyal. They would never think of murdering the Saintess!

Degenbrecher : But there has to be an explanation for these people.

Joanna : Th-They must be in disguise! Someone is trying to frame the Paleroches!
Let me see... There must be some gap in their disguise...
Yes! Look at this bolt!
Hmph! These people thought they could fool us wearing Paleroche clothes, but they got a very important thing wrong.
Look, the bolts they're carrying are two-fletched, but the ones used by Paleroche warriors are three-fletched, which are more suitable for battle than hunting.
Dad told me that our family was the best, most loyal warriors of the Paleroches before we split from the clan.
Our shooting skills were passed down from our ancestors, who used them in war, mostly against—
...against the Silverashes.

Degenbrecher : A logical explanation.

Enya : All ancient history now.
The wars between the three clans, Paleroche, Browntail, and Silverash, have long since come to an end, and your family became hunters under Kjeragandr's kind guidance.

Joanna : Yes... by Kjeragandr...

Degenbrecher : It's not hard to guess who is impersonating Clan Paleroche.

Enya : The Victorians...

「Degenbrecher pulls a bolt from one of the Victorian's necks and examines it. 」

Degenbrecher : Hm...?
Did you make this yourself?

Joanna : Yes, my dad taught me when I was little. The craftsmanship has been passed down my family from one generation to the next.

Degenbrecher : From one generation to the next?
The cut of the fletching, the shape of the point, even the etching on the shaft, these are all unique to Ursus.

Joanna : How's that possible? Dad said it's a mark of Kjeragandr's faithful.

Degenbrecher : I've seen arrows like these in the arenas of Kazimierz many times, used by those who claimed to master the most authentic Ursine martial arts.
A gimmick, no doubt, but the GCC also sponsors legitimate historians. I've read their papers and seen the artifacts they dug up.

Joanna : But... but we're all indigenous to Kjerag. We used to be part of Clan Paleroche!
What does Ursus have to do with Kjerag?
...Enya?

Enya : "...Some brought flags, some brought drums, and some brought swords."
"The three outsiders fought constantly, and their blood turned the rivers red, and She grieved."
"She went to the place of battle and said—"
"Sheathe your weapons and let your hearts be joined, and I will bestow upon you the blessings of prosperity, and protect you from ill."
"But the three were foolish, and continued to fight even after they heard Her words."
"So She cracked the heavens and split the clouds, and She brought forth a miracle, and the fighting was stopped."
"One of them wept: But how could we forget the hatred, the blood that was shed?"
"And She wept as well, and Her tears froze the enemy, becoming three eternally frozen peaks."

Joanna : ...What was that?

Enya : A passage from the Kjeragandr that is often overlooked... now, I think I understand.
Joanna, I believe that your family... indeed, all of Clan Paleroche, originally came from Ursus.

Joanna : You think so too?

Enya : Yes. But it's not just you. The Silverashes and Browntails came from elsewhere as well.
As the scriptures say, our three clans were outsiders who fought incessantly over resources, until Kjeragandr intervened.
The 'three frozen peaks' seem to refer literally to the three mountains surrounding Kjerag, but it in fact refers to the domains of the three clans, which She had demarcated.
"She will come again, if the swords are not laid down."
Several years ago, She manifested through me, averting what would have been the first civil war between the three clans in centuries.
The hearts of the three clans must be joined in order to receive Her protection...
The first virtue that Kjeragandr taught us was... forgiveness...

<Background 10>

Paleroche Guard : We got them, master!

「The tall guards bring over several prisoners, bound with ropes. 」

Paleroche Guard : These guys were hiding in some abandoned houses, clearly up to no good. They had binoculars and communications equipment on them. Victorians, by the looks of it.

Arctosz : Ha. Just as I thought.
Ratatos is plotting with the Victorians to kill me. We'll take these men to her—
No, we'll do it in front of the Vine-Bead Court with all three clans present, and we'll see what she has to say for herself!
Who's there—

[Browntail guads appear. ]

Browntail Guard : We caught the remaining Victorian spies, Sir Arctosz. We are glad to see that you are unharmed.

Arctosz : What? What do you mean?

Browntail Guard : Matriarch Ratatos's orders were to protect you, Sir Arctosz.
We had been following you, and stopped these men when they attempted to make a move against you.

「The warriors put their bound prisoners down. 」

Arctosz : What in the name of Kjeragandr...?
...Where is Ratatos?

Browntail Guard : We do not know.
She said she would try to draw out the spies that Victoria has deployed around here. When they reveal themselves, we can—

[KABOOM! ]

「The old Browntail manor explodes, its walls torn apart like cardboard.
Glass and wood fragments fly in all directions, as flames consume the traces of a once sumptuous history. The boiling smoke distorts the night air.
The Paleroche warriors stand transfixed, eyes wide. Behind the brown car, some warriors caught by the blast now stagger as they try to help each other up.
The echoes of the explosion gradually disperse, leaving the crackle of wood and distant sirens ever clearer in the night.
A charred jacket drifts down in front of Arctosz. 」

Arctosz : This is...
...
...Ratatos?
What the hell have you done?!

OS-ST-2: A Pilgrimage, A Knell

Summary

Ratatos's funeral is held as planned, and Sciurus takes up the leadership of the clan, leading to a thawing of the relationships between the three clans. The Duke of Caster puts pressure on Enciodes. Enya continues her Pilgrimage, searching for the truth behind Kjeragandr's disappearance.

<Background 1>

[The cold wind blows. ]

「A layer of snow has formed on the withered branch. The Rift Cloudbeast climbs to its tip, squinting in an impression of scouting.
The Saintess sighs, turning around to look behind her. The huntress following her pauses, her face slightly red from the wind. 」

Enya : Joanna... you don't need to follow me.
I'm very grateful for all that you've done.
As I told you, though, the Pilgrimage must be completed alone. Strictly speaking, I shouldn't even be talking to you.

Joanna : I know.
I'm not following you. I'm not your guard or your servant. I just happen to be traveling in the same direction.
Don't worry, I won't talk to you. If anyone sees us, I'll pretend I don't know you.
I won't let danger strike you again. I'll just follow behind.

Enya : Do you know where I'm going?

Joanna : Wherever you're going, I'm going. That's all I need to know.

Enya : But... I'm looking for Kjeragandr.

Joanna : What?
Looking for Her... did She disappear?

Enya : I don't know. But disaster will strike Kjerag again if She doesn't return.
People will lose their lives, and even more will lose their faith...
I must return to the Vine-Bead Court and consult the tomes. The others must not know, for now.

Joanna : Then I'll follow you. Don't worry, if anyone's on your tail, I'll chase them away for you—

「Purr— 」

Joanna : I think the Rift Cloudbeast just saw something.

「In the direction that the Rift Cloudbeast is looking, the trail to the Vine-Bead Court is filled with people dressed in solemn colors. 」

Enya : Looks like... someone very important just passed away.

Joanna : Who could it be?

「Enya shakes her head. She cannot help but feel a shiver down her spine, thick though her clothes are. 」

Joanna : Are you alright, Enya?

Enya : We'll go slowly, around the crowd.

<Background 2>

「Dark clouds hang low, almost touching the temple's eaves. It is a cold day even by Kjerag standards, and the north wind seems to penetrate the eyes and spines of the mourners.
Family members and clerics gather in the courtyard with heads bowed. The people of the Browntail domain have gathered outside, to honor and grieve their matriarch, who protected Kjerag with her life.
Snow falls upon the black umbrellas. One of the Browntail nobles gives the one in his hand a little shake, and sighs as the snow pours down. 」

Male Browntail Noble : So, the matriarch's body...

Female Browntail Noble : They never found it. The fire was too big. They turned over every inch of whatever was left, but found nothing.
I heard they had to put her usual attire in the coffin, along with some ashes gathered from the scene. Nothing more.

Male Browntail Noble : How sad... to think that one as bright as the matriarch would—
M-Madam Sciurus.
...I apologize. I spoke out of turn.

Sciurus : ...

「Sciurus does not answer. She walks to the center of the courtyard, waiting for her sister, who had been by her side for long as she could remember.
Chimes tremble to the melody of the flutes. The clerics put their hands together and chant Kjeragandr's hymn, and the people place their hands upon their hearts in prayer to the song—
Kjeragandr have mercy, take her with you.
Six members of Clan Browntail's main branch carry a heavy nanmu wood coffin up the muddy road, Yucatan at the head of the procession.
They carefully lay the coffin down on a table, in front of the new Browntail matriarch.
Yucatan walks to his wife, the grief on his face contrasting with Sciurus's calm expression. 」

Sciurus : Yucatan...

Yucatan : Rus, I...

Sciurus : Thank you.

「The hymn draws to a close. All is quiet and all eyes fall on Sciurus.
For the first time, she understands the mask that Ratatos was forced to wear, the weight of responsibility, which crushes those unworthy of it. 」

Sciurus : ...
Thank you for being here, to honor the memory of Ratatos Browntail.
She was my sister, staunch guardian of Clan Browntail, and faithful child of Kjeragandr...
Her wisdom gave her courage. She told me that she would protect me and everything here... and she always believed in a better tomorrow for Kjerag, even in the most troubling times.
All her life, she carried out the task that our grandfather entrusted to her, giving everything to Clan Browntail, even in her final moments.
I have lost someone very dear to me. It is only today that I realize the weight of the burden that she carried, but I will never have the chance to tell her.
I know you will remember her face, her voice, her sacrifice, and her deep love... for Kjerag, for Clan Browntail, and for her family.
And you will remember, as I do, who took her from us, leaving behind wounds that can never fully heal.
'A life so short and bright as dawn, shall walk with Her in eternity'...
By Kjeragandr.

「'By Kjeragandr,' answer the crowd, following Sciurus' lead as they kneel and pay respect to the departed.
Even in times like these, when all is swept up in calamity, Kjeragandr will continue to bring peace and tranquility to the people of Kjerag...
Two figures emerge from the crowd as those in attendance stand back up. It is Arctosz and Matterhorn, approaching the coffin with white flowers in hand. 」

Arctosz : My condolences, Sciurus...
Ratatos died because of me. I'll never forget it.

Sciurus : Thank you, Arctosz.
This is a painful lesson to both our clans, to recognize who our true enemies are.

Arctosz : I...

Matterhorn : Matriarch Sciurus...
Sir Enciodes expresses his regret for not being able to attend the funeral, and sends his apologies and condolences. He will pay a visit to Browntail Manor personally, when the time is right. Please take care, Matriarch Sciurus.

Arctosz : He's so busy he can't even come to the funeral?

Sciurus : Thank you. I understand. Clan Browntail recognizes the work that Enciodes has done for Kjerag.
Let us continue the ceremony. I believe we have matters to discuss.

<Background 3>

「The crowd departs. The empty coffin is buried on Browntail land, next to the grandfather who loved her so dearly.
With lips pressed together, Sciurus looks to the two men before her. Both look slightly angry. 」

Matterhorn : I'm simply reiterating the decision of the last Tri-Clan Council, Sir Arctosz: All external affairs shall be handled by Sir Enciodes and Clan Silverash, including matters associated with Victoria.

Arctosz : Is this why you had the nerve to demand the Victorian spies?
The murder of the Browntail Matriarch is no small affair. I won't allow the Silverashes to interrogate them on your own.

Sciurus : Master Matterhorn, it was the Matriarch of Clan Browntail who was assassinated. I believe Clan Browntail should have full authority on this matter.
Is Enciodes not pleased with this arrangement?

Matterhorn : Of course not. However, it is a matter of principle to defer to the tradition of the Tri-Clan Council. There is formal and rational justification for allowing Clan Silverash to handle the spies.

Arctosz : We've deferred to Silverash enough already, Matterhorn.
You people have given us nothing but excuses when it comes to negotiating with the Victorians, and now these people have conducted terror attacks in broad daylight.
How about we invite Enciodes to explain his attitude towards the Victorians and what he's planning to Sciurus's face, and then we can talk about the spies.

Matterhorn : Kindly refrain from baseless speculation, Sir Arctosz. I have already shown considerable restraint.
You and Matriarch Ratatos were not the only ones to be attacked. Lady Ensia also narrowly escaped with her life. I would like nothing more than to get my hands on the assassins personally.

Arctosz : Well, if that's true, then this will be easy enough.
We'll put the Victorians on trial in front of all Kjerag, and then we let Clan Browntail have their way with them.
Let all Terra know that Kjerag shows no mercy to our enemies.

Matterhorn : Too reckless!

Sciurus : ...
We already interrogated them. They were awfully tight-lipped. I doubt a public trial would achieve anything.
Instead, I'm worried they may see that as an opportunity to get a rise out of the people. It's not a risk we can take, with all the unrest in Kjerag right now.

Arctosz : If they have the guts to do so, just cut their tongues out.
We should have dragged them out and spilled their blood for Ratatos at the funeral!

Sciurus : Arctosz... no one wants vengeance for my sister more than I do. But we can't get carried away while there is still the hope of actually coaxing some information from them.

Matterhorn : Matriarch Sciurus is right. This is a matter for—

Browntail Servant : Please excuse the interruption. A cleric from the Vine-Bead Court has something to discuss.

Sciurus : The last envoy from Vine-Bead Court almost got Arctosz and Ensia killed.
How do I know you are who you say you are?

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : There is no need to be concerned. Sir Arctosz knows me.

Arctosz : He's right, this is Father Frey from the Vine-Bead Court.

Sciurus : Alright then. What is it you want to say, Father?

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : I am here for the Victorian spies.

Matterhorn : ?!

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : The position of the Vine-Bead Court is that this is an extremely delicate issue. There will be considerable criticism and unrest, no matter which of the three clans takes charge.
Therefore, the spies should be placed in the custody of the Court. We shall arrange interrogations, of which you will be informed and in which you'll have the opportunity to participate.

Arctosz : I object. Why delay things when we're going to kill them anyway?

Matterhorn : The Vine-Bead Court can't do this. The Tri-Clan Council has already decided that Clan Silverash will handle Victorian affairs.

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : Need I remind you that the Tri-Clan Council also agreed to return temporal power to the Court?

Matterhorn : The Saintess is on her Pilgrimage right now. The Vine-Bead Court cannot decide on her behalf!

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : It is interesting that you would mention the Saintess now, when Sir Enciodes has always been at odds with us.
All Kjerag knows that the Saintess and the Vine-Bead Court have always been of one mind. The scriptures speak testament to this.
The Vine-Bead Court has often acted on behalf of the Saintess in her absence.
Tell Sir Enciodes he should not presume to take all the power for himself.

Matterhorn : Father—

Sciurus : Calm down, Matterhorn.
...
Clan Browntail accedes to the request. You can send your people tomorrow, Father, and we will hand the spies over to the Vine-Bead Court.

Arctosz : Sciurus?

Sciurus : I know your concerns, but it's more important than ever to put aside the conflicts between the three clans... it would be great to have the Vine-Bead Court mediate.

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : Thank you for your wisdom, Matriarch. The Vine-Bead Court prays for Clan Browntail.
By Kjeragandr.

「Sciurus bows to the Vine-Bead Court envoy. 」

<Background 4>

「It is past noon, and the funeral procession begins to disperse.
A man sitting in a car parked a little bit away witnesses the scene, then draws the curtain over the window. 」

Enciodes : Looks like someone is getting impatient.
There has been a lot of movement in the Vine-Bead Court ever since the Saintess's departure.

Degenbrecher : I was surprised that Ratatos was willing to go this far.
Using herself as bait to draw out the Victorian spies.

Enciodes : An impressive performance that brought the actions of Victoria into the daylight.
And if the Victorians are trying to instigate a war between her and the other clans, this is also the most effective way to cleanse any suspicion from Clan Browntail.
But it's not enough... we must make good use of the valuable time that Ratatos bought us.

Degenbrecher : Why didn't you show up at her funeral?

Enciodes : I wanted to avoid direct conflict with the other clan leaders, especially in public.
And... How's Enya?

Degenbrecher : Her injuries were minor. All the Victorian assassins are dead.
Enya says she has a plan to carry out in secret. She told me to come back, once we cleaned up.

Enciodes : All the people know is that the Saintess is currently on her Pilgrimage. All the Victorians know is that their assassination attempt failed. You've wiped out all the traces from the mountains.
And it's certainly true that the presence of the legendary Black Knight would not be conducive to secrecy.

Degenbrecher : That's what I thought as well.

Enciodes : Not a bad plan. I also need people I can trust by my side for what is to come.
Our real troubles have only just begun.

「Enciodes takes out an envelope and hands it to Degenbrecher. Inside is a thick stack of agreements, and a letter written in Victorian. 」

Enciodes : Read it.

Degenbrecher : A letter? From whom?

Enciodes : You could call it a letter...
Or a declaration of war.

<Background black>

[Degenbrecher starts reading the letter. ]

「To the Chairman of Karlan Trade, the son of my kinswoman Elizabeth—
Dear Enciodes Silverash,
I hope this letter finds you well. It has been more than a decade since we met at that banquet.
Perhaps you recalled our conversations, as I did, when you heard about recent events in Victoria. You foretold the conflicts that I was personally involved in, and you have earned the right to sit at the table with Victoria as equals.
But do not forget that every step you have taken is on a path that Victoria wants to see taken, one which she has paved for you.
Victoria's position remains the same after the Catastrophe. We support Kjerag's development and respect Kjerag's faith. And I believe that Clan Silverash and Kjerag have never needed more help than now.
I will offer that help.
...
Based on the current partnership with Karlan Trade, I will accept the following proposal: A special office jointly created, funded and managed by both sides, establishing a foundation with its location in the city center.
Victoria will double down on existing investment in the form of equipment and interest-free loans, and share more industrial technology to support the future development of Kjerag.
All Kjerag needs to do is to open its doors to Victorian mining efforts, including but not limited to Originium, repaying the loans in kind.
Karlan Trade will not need to provide any cash. After all, there are many places where it can be put to good use, considering present circumstances in Kjerag. I believe this to be a fair sign of good faith.
The associated contracts have already been drafted and enclosed, ready for your review and signature.
I will be happy to meet with you, should you wish to discuss the details.
I look forward to the links that the Caster bloodline can build between us.
And I am curious as to whether Kjerag has become what you wanted it to be.
... 」

Operation story: OS-5

Before operation

Summary

Elena successfully restores the abnormal readings observed the night before the Catastrophe, and discovers that an extraterrestrial object had fallen on Kjerag. She leaves the observation station to seek the truth, and to find the missing Carolin.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 1>

December 7th, 1101
Rhine Lab Observation Station, Kjerag

「33 hours before the Kjerag Catastrophe 」

Elena : Instruments, check. Terminal battery, check. Pen ink and paper, check... coffee, check!
It's all-nighter time—
Whoa!

「A rustling sound coming from a corner gives Elena a fright. Only then does she realize that she is not the only person in the observation room.
A human figure crawls out of the pile of waste paper by the instruments. 」

Carolin : Oh... it's you, Elena.
(Yawns) I thought some great scientist was pulling an all-nighter in an effort to win the Max Prize...

Elena : C-Carolin?
You remember me?

Carolin : Of course I remember the rising star of the Energy Section, the youngest researcher ever to join our ranks.

Elena : I-I'm flattered...
I thought you had already left. The schedule said I was supposed to be the one on observation duty today—

Carolin : Heh, like the schedule's ever meant anything—I wouldn't have been sleeping here for two straight weeks if it did.

Elena : No wonder I've hardly seen you ever since I came to the station...
Must be tough.

Carolin : How does it feel to be back?

Elena : You mean...?

Carolin : Coming back to Rhine Lab.
You were the first person I thought of when they started recruiting for the observation station project, but I thought you would turn it down.

Elena : Honestly, it wasn't an easy decision.
At the end of the day, though, the company gave me a valuable opportunity. Besides, the achievements of Rhine Lab itself have never been in question.
I still think my time at Rhine Lab was the closest I've ever been to achieving my dreams.
And I have to admit... even Ferdinand was a great researcher, if nothing else.

Carolin : Indeed. He has a mind for physics, so let him do what he does best.
You know, he's stopped messing with other researchers since he got out of prison, and has been spending all his time on research.
I think there's going to be a new Director of Energy before long... maybe she's standing in front of me now.

Elena : No no no no no no, you've got to be kidding me!
I just wanted to get a closer look...

「Elena looks up and sees the sky obscured by snow through the observation's clear dome.
She hates this feeling.
Just like she hates her family's backwards traditions and beliefs, all the things in her way that have nothing to do with science itself.
She believes that science should be pure, ever-advancing, solving questions about Terra one at a time... 」

Elena : This observation station is an invaluable opportunity.
I only want to focus on my research, maybe push a little further than the boundaries of existing knowledge, if I can.

Carolin : Boundaries, huh... this is the closest place there is.
Say, have you heard the legend of Kjerag?

Elena : Legend? What legend?

Carolin : This land has not suffered a Catastrophe for a thousand years, thanks to the protection of their god.

Elena : Well, every country once attributed unusual phenomena to the 'gods'.
Kjerag just held onto this tradition longer because of its isolation.

Carolin : Yet it is indeed true that Kjerag has not suffered a Catastrophe for a thousand years.

Elena : It's certainly unusual... but there must be a reason.
Maybe the high elevation makes it difficult for Originium particles to converge, or—

Carolin : A Feranmut?

Elena : Huh?
Come on, I'm being serious!
I know there are legends about the Feranmuts, ancient beings the size of mountains that turn into mountains and rivers after death.
First off, there are no confirmed accounts proving the existence of Feranmuts. Besides, if these beings did exist, where did they find the energy to sustain their biological activities?
Why bring this up, anyway?

Carolin : Just something that occurred to me while we were chatting.
Well, that's enough gabbing. You can rest, I'll take over observations for the night.

Elena : Really? But you've done a bunch of night shifts in a row—

Carolin : It's not like my circadian rhythm can get any more messed up. And chatting with you woke me up.
If I recall correctly, there are still some bugs to iron out with the power supply to the high-energy particle beam?

Elena : Wow, y-you know about that?

Carolin : Get some rest and put that brain of yours to better use.

Elena : Well, I guess I'll take you up on the offer! Thank you so much!
I'll buy you some fins and chips from that Victorian restaurant that just opened at the foot of the mountain when you have time!

Carolin : Please don't, no Victorian wants to have to enjoy authentic Victorian cuisine in a foreign land.

Elena : Hehe... Kjerag cheese fondue, then?

Carolin : That sounds great.

Carolin : ...

「It is another deep and quiet night in Kjerag. The ancient land slumbers, and lamps give way to stars.
The sleeping snowy mountains may seem wondrous to the uninitiated, though most who live on this land have gotten used to this sight.
Few look up at the sky on a night like this. 」

[A light flahses by. ]

Carolin : —!
What's that...?!

「Both her eyes and the instruments capture the strange light that cut across the night sky.
Like a sign from the heavens. 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

[Gnosis and Silence look through Carolin's files. ]

Gnosis : It appears that Carolin was an accomplished, intelligent young researcher with a bright future.

Silence : This project is very important to both Rhine Lab and Columbia. The recruiting process was extremely selective.
We have yet to find any irregularities in her records and communication logs.

Gnosis : She was originally from Victoria?

Silence : I am unable to provide any private information. That would be a violation of Rhine Lab's privacy policy, and basic human rights.
We can only provide information about her time at Rhine Lab, unless your government officially presses charges of espionage.

Gnosis : Of course. I was just asking.

[Papers flipping ]

Gnosis : Her application material was very comprehensive, with every shift and fieldwork experience documented meticulously...
Here, it seems she even requested a field survey task for herself.
Collecting information about Kjerag's geography concurrently with her scientific research?

Silence : She has been a diligent researcher, highly rated at Rhine Lab, and a model student when she was at school.
Such scientists are not usually involved in the kind of trouble that we currently face.
Yet, at this point, we have no information or clue as to the whereabouts of Carolin.
Believe it or not, we are even more eager to find Carolin than you are.
There are many things at stake. Rhine Lab's reputation, the security of the research data, potential breach of our management system, the mutual trust and partnership between us, and...

Gnosis : And?

Silence : ...And Kjerag's development.

Gnosis : Are you speaking as a member of the Scientific Ethics Consensus Committee?

Silence : Please don't misunderstand. Though it might sound a little condescending, I have the highest respect for what Karlan Trade is doing.
After all, the courage to reach beyond one's comfort zone is the most important quality in a scientist.

Gnosis : Not just in scientists.
There is a saying in Kjerag, 'Black burdenbeasts are bad burdenbeasts.'
They jump their fences and run into the snowfields. Herders who go into the fields following their tracks never return.

Silence : They die?

Gnosis : That's what 'go into the snowfields and never return' usually means in Kjerag.

「One by one, pages are reviewed and placed on the table—Carolin's notes and actions turn into a tiny pile of papers. 」

Gnosis : But where did the black burdenbeasts go? It's the same question, in the end.
Perhaps they led the herders into the mountains, getting lost in the forests and freezing to death at night.

「Another page is read and placed on the table. 」

Gnosis : Or perhaps...

「Gnosis puts the last page down.
White upon white, like snowflakes falling on frozen cliffs. 」

Gnosis : They simply found a new source of water, a new haven.
Can you at least tell me where exactly she carried out her fieldwork?

<Background 1>

[Computer noises ]

Elena : ...
I can't. The observation data are badly corrupted. I can't recover the original data from the port...

「Stacks of documents and mugs with dried coffee stains sit quietly on the table.
An error tone signifies failure of the data restoration, causing their hearts to sink once more. 」

Elena : There are ID records of all entries and exits, no message left behind in the dorms or labs...
The main security camera malfunctioned, while the two to the sides of the lab didn't capture anything...
It seems like too much of a coincidence. Could Carolin really have...?
...
No. Everyone else might assume she's a spy, but I can't let bias cloud my judgment. I already requested access permissions from Director Muelsyse to get to the bottom of things...

[Door knocking ]

Muelsyse : Knock, knock. Who's been up all night?

Elena : D-Director Muelsyse?

Muelsyse : Surprised to see me?
I hear you haven't been back to the dorms for two straight nights... are you still searching for the data that disappeared?

Elena : Yes...
There is little doubt that the observation logs were altered, although we're not sure who did it, or why.
There is reason to believe that the overwritten data hold a crucial clue...

Muelsyse : Hm... but...
Never mind. I brought you a li'l snacky. Can't work on an empty stomach, after all.

Elena : Thank you. What is this?

Muelsyse : You've never had it? Kjerag cheese pastries with sugar frosting and berry jam. It was all the rage at the station a while back.

Elena : ...
I heard people talking about it and had planned on trying them out the next time I went down the mountain for fondue, but I've been too busy investigating special energy sources unique to Kjerag.

「Elena picks up a pastry. It's dried up on the outside, but the cheese and jam inside remain moist after being heated.
The sound of running water ceases, and Muelsyse sits down by her side with two clean mugs in hand. 」

Muelsyse : Mind if I sip a cuppa joe with you?

Elena : Not at all.

「Fresh coffee fills the mugs, drenching the air in its aroma.
The sound of machines operating is clearly audible at this late hour. A massive window on the wall displays the stars in Kjerag's night sky, deep and boundless as always.
The atmosphere in the room relaxes. Elena lifts her mug after a moment of hesitation. 」

Muelsyse : Midnight coffee in the lab. Brings back memories.

Elena : You used to stay up late too?

Muelsyse : Who doesn't, in our line of work?
Even when I was a student, it felt like I had more coffee than blood in veins for finals—

Elena : Haha... Looks like everyone's been there before.

Muelsyse : Working at night's more efficient, after all.

Elena : Yes. Night is quiet. Makes it easier to focus.
I used to write one paper while dictating the summary of another using an audio recorder, when I was really busy.
That way, I get to make progress on both at the same time. Crazy, when I think back to it...
Oh yeah! Audio recorder!

Muelsyse : Huh? Audio? Where are you going?

Elena : Surveillance audio recordings!

<Background fades out and in>

[Keyboard typing ]

Elena : Surveillance camera, credentials... the time is... 3:19 am...
There.

Muelsyse : Didn't you say the cameras didn't capture what was happening at the lab table?

Elena : Yes... but it might have captured sound from the equipment.
Listen to this... a lot of instruments operating. This ticking sound should be the audio sensor.
The frequency that it plays back is directly connected to graphing. We can use this frequency to recreate—excuse me.

Muelsyse : Need a pen and paper? Here you go.

Elena : Oh, thanks.

「Pen tip rubs against paper. The time they spend around the instruments have made researchers intimately familiar with data.
She enters the numbers that she copied down into the computer, then... 」

[Device beeping ]

Elena : There...
This is the hidden data.

Muelsyse : Lemme take a look-see...

Elena : Looks like a small earthquake occurred on Mount Karlan the morning of the day before the Catastrophe.
No... not an earthquake. It was an impact of some kind.
As if something fell from the sky into the mountains of Kjerag.
And then... came Kjerag's first Catastrophe.

「Outside the wide windows of the observation station, the mountains of Kjerag seem to reflect a translucent blue under the moon. 」

Muelsyse : Did Carolin go looking for this extraterrestrial object?
But why would she do it all on her own?

Elena : She's never abandoned her post like this. She must have found something...
We might be able to find her, if we figure out where that thing fell!
Which we can calculate from the wave frequency of the sound of impact!
Director Muelsyse, we...

Muelsyse : The Vine-Bead Court isn't about to investigate on our behalf.
Strictly speaking, we shouldn't get any more involved in any of this stuff. The most we can do is to report this to Component Control.

Elena : But Carolin might be in danger...

Muelsyse : You know that's not your job.
You're not exactly close to Carolin. Bluntly, whatever happens to her is none of your business.
...

「Muelsyse finishes her cold coffee in silence.
Frowning at the bitter taste, she takes a piece of pastry and puts it in her mouth, speaking as she chews. 」

Muelsyse : ...But.
Sometimes, I kinda think the most important quality in a scientist is courage... maybe even recklessness.
You're a sharp kiddo. Got a knack for finding rhythm in music.
Makes for a good dancer. I wouldn't wanna tie you up, gotta let you move around free.

Elena : You mean...?

Muelsyse : This conversation never happened. Nobody tried to talk you out of it, nobody told you what you can or can't do...
As for this late night snack... you took it from the shared fridge yourself, didn't you?

After operation

Summary

Elena encounters Enya in the Hall of Writings, and they decide to work together to find the cause of the Kjerag Catastrophe. Sciurus finds a message from her sister and learns that Ratatos has been working with Enciodes behind the scenes.

<Background 3>

[The door opens and Carolin walks in. ]

Carolin : ...
You've been tampering with the locks again. You just won't give up, will you?
Unfortunately, the area that the search parties are looking is at least five kilometers from here. Don't expect them to hear your distress signal.

Monch : Hmph...

[Carolin pulls out some food. ]

Carolin : At least eat something.
Malnutrition during the recovery process will increase the time needed for bones to mend by twenty percent, and the chance of complications by thirty-five percent.
It's not my intention to hurt you, or leave an outstanding warrior with a permanent disability.

Monch : Cut the crap!
I warn you, you'd better kill me now...

Carolin : I suppose that's an option...
As I said, however, I have no intention of bringing harm to Kjerag, and I certainly feel no need to take innocent Kjerag lives.
Besides, it was a miracle that we survived that avalanche at all...
It was, in your people's words, 'Kjeragandr's protection'. Right?
Shouldn't that be a sign to a faithful follower of Kjeragandr to value her own life?

Monch : No intention of bringing harm to Kjerag? You've been spying for the Victorians and stealing Kjerag's military secrets!

Carolin : Such an unfair accusation.
Do you really think a few battleships constitute Kjerag's most important secret?
You speak of your god's blessings all the time, but have you really thought about what your god is?

Monch : What are you talking about... Kjeragandr is not to be questioned or doubted—

Carolin : That didn't resonate? Well... I guess the only reason I'm talking to you about this is because there's nothing to do here to pass the time.
Ah well, doesn't matter anyway.

Monch : If you want to pass the time, I've got something to ask you.
How did a Victorian spy work for Rhine Lab for so long?

Carolin : Why are you so sure that I'm a Victorian spy, when I've been working at Rhine Lab for so long?
Well... if you really want to hear it, I could tell you a little story—
There was once a girl in Victoria, who was incredibly fascinated to know how everything worked, and she wanted to spend her whole life studying.
A dozen years later, she went to Columbia as visiting scholar from the Royal Victorian Academy of Sciences...
It was not the research foundations of Victoria that found her, but an intelligence agency.
From that day forth, the only thing she was allowed to be curious about was the secret documents of the Columbian government.
But her curiosity was not so easily stated. As she dug through Columbia's secrets, she found an opportunity to satisfy the very depths of her curiosity...

Monch : ...

Carolin : At the end of the day, though, there is little that separates Columbia and Victoria.
People fight over the slightest morsel of profit, the order that took so much hard work to build is now teetering on the brink of ruinous war...
Who has the time to gaze up at the heavens... or even down at the ground we stand on, of which we know so little about?
...I find it all a tedious bore.

<Background 4>

「Early morning, Hall of Writings, Vine-Bead Court. 」

[Elena climbs over the window. ]

Elena : Good thing the window isn't too high.
The clerics have gone to their morning prayers... the observation station is a sensitive topic right now. I need to avoid them.
Maps, geographical records... anything that can help...

「The morning sun shines through the window, and falls gently on the aged books.
Elena dusts off the books in front of her, but finds the writing of the clerics difficult to decipher. She begins to regret not bringing a dictionary of the Kjeragi language. 」

Elena : How do they categorize this stuff? This one's... a collection of quotes?
'Kjeragandr, showed Herself, to me, and said—'

??? : 'Seek not my temple, but my heart.'

Elena : Whoa—!

「Elena lets go in panic, and the heavy book hits the floor.
Through the bookshelves, she sees a surprised face under a hood, and a crossbow pointed at her face. 」

Joanna : I think she's surrendering, Enya. What do we do?

Elena : Who's saying anything about surrendering?!
Wait a moment... Enya? Enya Silverash?

Enya : ...

Elena : Y-You're the Saintess?

Enya : Shh—

「Elena nods in realization. 」

Enya : Keep quiet, and we can talk. Alright?

「Elena nods carefully. 」

Enya : Put away your crossbow, Joanna. Let's not scare our friend here.

Joanna : But she sneaked into the Vine-Bead Court. Doesn't seem like something a good person would do.

Enya : Well, we sneaked in too...
Your attire... are you from Rhine Lab?

Elena : Yes! I'm Elena, a researcher in the Energy Section.
I'm sorry. I was just looking for a map of Kjerag, preferably recording the locations of mountains and Originium veins...
If I find that special vein, maybe I could—

Enya : ...You could what?

「Elena glances at the young woman before her, who looks about the same age as her, while being the undisputed sovereign of this country.
Elena is unsure if what she is about to say might offend her, but when she sees the pure curiosity on her face... 」

Elena : Maybe... I can explain how this Catastrophe happened!

<Background fades out and in>

Enya : You mean that Kjerag has been safe from Catastrophe for a thousand years because of a hidden Originium vein?

Elena : Yes! There is an undiscovered Originium vein in the mountains surrounding Kjerag, which created an energy field that prevented Catastrophes from forming.

Enya : ...

Joanna : Impossible! It's Kjeragandr that protects Kjerag!

Elena : Has anyone ever seen Kjeragandr with their own eyes?

Joanna : I—
Many people have witnessed the miracles of Kjeragandr with their own eyes!

Elena : I respect your culture and traditions, but that doesn't prove anything.
Just because you see something that can't be explained right now doesn't prove the existence of some supernatural being behind it.

Joanna : And how do you prove the veins have anything to do with it?

Elena : The interactions between Originium is extremely complex, and what we know is only the tip of the iceberg.
Rhine Lab has conducted a number of experiments in recent years.
Under certain conditions, Originium can form energy fields that cause atmospheric Originium particles to disperse rather than converge, preventing the formation of Catastrophes.
This is something that we have not yet been able to recreate under controlled conditions...
But if an Originium vein with the right conditions exists... then preventing Catastrophe may be a real possibility.
I've made detailed calculations—
Excuse me, can I borrow this map?

「Elena takes out her notebook and show it to the other two. She goes on a long explanation about the formulas as she draws on the page, not paying attention to whether her listeners are able to keep up.
Finally, Elena confidently draws a circle at a location in the foothills on the map. 」

Elena : ...Therefore, the Originium Vein Theory is the most likely explanation for Kjerag's lack of Catastrophes!
I'm quite sure that my calculations are accurate, and if we find an Originium vein at this location, it would explain everything!

「Joanna is in a daze. She glances at Enya, hoping the Saintess will rebuke this blasphemy.
But the Saintess is quiet, biting her lower lip lightly. 」

Joanna : (Whispers) Say something! I don't know what the hell she's writing!

Enya : ...
How do you explain the recent Catastrophe, then?

Elena : Based on the data, I suspect something from beyond the Starpod fell on Mount Karlan the day before the Catastrophe.
Look! These are the data that the station observed the day before the Catastrophe. These are infrasound waves created by the impact of the extraterrestrial object.

「Elena turns on her portable terminal, displaying a sharp break on the line graph. 」

Elena : This object must be massive in size and scale. I think the Catastrophe was caused by it falling onto the central area of the vein, causing a shift in the energy field!
There are reasons for all these things! It's not magic, or the work of a god!

「Enya cannot comprehend what she is hearing. Her memory begins to blur, and she feels a sort of link being torn apart.
'Kjarr.'
A familiar voice, belonging to a friend, a miracle, or... a hallucination?
She can't believe it. She must not. Fear and loneliness comes over her, and it is all she could do to keep her arms from trembling. 」

Joanna : Say something, Enya...

Enya : I... I can understand Elena's position.

Joanna : ?!

Enya : However, I recall a section of the Kjeragandr...
'Her heart is the heart of Karlan, deep within the mountains. From the beating of Her heart grew the flesh and bones of Kjerag.'
This is the description of the origins of Kjerag, as the scriptures record.
We used to assume that the Heart of Karlan was Lake Silberneherze, which was why we built Kjeragandr's statue there.
In my studies these past several days, however, I found that the ancient tomes considered the freezing of the Heart of Karlan to be an unusual phenomenon. But Lake Silberneherze freezes every year...

Elena : Sounds like a figure of speech...

Joanna : Don't interrupt the Saintess while she's thinking!

Enya : Maybe the Heart of Karlan actually refers to something else...
The Great Elder guided me to the 'Radsorn', but it is in fact the 'Heart of Karlan' that holds the answer...
You mentioned the central area of this 'special vein'?

Elena : Yes! I built a model based on the shape of Kjerag's mountains, and I calculated that the extraterrestrial object likely fell on...
this location.

Enya : Isn't this.... the Kjerag-Kazimierz mines?

Elena : Mines? Yes! Now it all makes sense!
There's no time to waste! We need to go—

Joanna : One moment, foreigner! We didn't say anything about letting you around Kjerag on your own, not to mention all the disrespect you've shown to Kjeragandr—

Enya : It's alright, Joanna.
We don't force our faith onto others. Besides, we need to find the truth behind this Catastrophe... we'll let her travel with us.
Elena...
Hm?

「While Enya and Joanna were talking, Elena put the books back on the shelf, and now sits on the window sill, waving at the other two. 」

Enya : ...
Actually, there's usually no one at the main entrance to the Hall of Writings.

<Background 5>

「Cold moonlight pours through the dark clouds upon the decorations in Ratatos's room.
Sciurus thought she would be afraid to see Ratatos's things, but she feels so tired that she does not even have the strength for sorrow.
She knows full well that she simply imitated Ratatos in dealing with the other clans, a few days ago.
But the more she tries, the more Ratatos's shadow lingers.
Sciurus looks outside. It seems snow is once again falling on Browntail land. 」

'Look, Sciurus. Do this to the snowball, and it'll go even further when you throw it. Try it.'
'I don't need you to teach me...'
'I don't want to become you.'
'I hate you. I hate everything you make me do.'

「The echoes of memory are like the deafening roar of a mountain collapsing. She feels a lump in her chest.
The dust-covered contracts and letters in the box bear witness to the development of Clan Browntail over the years.
Sciurus examines the marks left behind by Ratatos on the family's business documents, and finds, at the bottom of each page, where the name of the Browntail matriarch should be—
'Sciurus' 」

"Remember, Sciurus."
"I'm your older sister, and I'll become the leader of Clan Browntail. So you need to listen to me."
"Prove that you can do better, if you're not happy about that."
"When that time comes..."
"I hope you'll carry the future of Clan Browntail on your shoulders."

「Sciurus anxiously flips through the pages.
But each and every document has her name on it.
Until she reaches the bottom of the pile, that little box from her memory—
The secret that belongs to the two of them. 」

"This holds all the things that I want to give you, but don't want the adults to see."
"Don't tell anyone. It's a secret."
"A secret between the two of us, you and me."

[Sciurus takes the object out. ]

Sciurus : This is...
A communicator?

「Sciurus gazes at the device in her hand, the dim light illuminating her hesitation.
The final audio log... 」

[She plays the recording. ]

??? : I got Karlan Trade's intel about the suspicious woman. I've been watching her all morning, and I think she's planning to make a run for it.

Sciurus : This voice... it's Monch?

Ratatos : Good. Keep a close eye on her. Don't let her get away, or pass the documents to anyone else.

Monch : Yes, ma'am... Karlan Trade says we need to be careful and not draw attention.

Ratatos : Take her alive, if possible. There are a lot of questions we need to ask her.
I'll tell Enciodes to send help from Karlan Trade.

Monch : Understood. I'll do my best.

Ratatos : Be careful, and don't leave loose ends.

[Recording ends ]

「Finally, there is an unanswered call from Karlan Trade. 」

Sciurus : ...
Call time... yesterday?
...Karlan Trade?

Operation story: OS-6

Before operation

Summary

Caster officially intervenes, demanding that the Trilby Asher investigate the secrets Enciodes is hiding in the mines. After Elena writes a letter to Gnosis about her findings, she, along with Enya and Joanna, head into the mine to find the crash site of the 'extraterrestrial object'.

<Background 1>

[Footsteps ]

Trilby Asher : How much longer?

Victorian Butler : Patience please, Mr. Bellingham.
As you know, the Duke has been very busy lately, having to receive several guests each day.

Trilby Asher : You should remember, sir, the last time I came here...

Victorian Butler : *sigh*——

Trilby Asher : So, I'd like to ask... How has she been lately?

Victorian Butler : Fairly pleasant for the most part. After all, the negotiations with the Kazimierzians have been nearing completion over the past few days.

[Door opens ]

「As soon as he finishes speaking, a dejected gentleman strides past the Trilby Asher.
The Trilby Asher recognizes him as Derek, head of the press office. Perhaps due to the recent wave of bad publicity, he wipes the sweat off his brow with trembling hands. 」

Victorian Butler : ...I suspect today is not one such day.

Duke of Caster : Is that Bellingham outside? Let him in first. Don't keep him waiting.

[Door opens ]

「The butler nods, and the Trilby Asher hesitates for a moment before stepping into the room. 」

<Background 2>

「Seated in the middle is the Duke of Caster, with a young noble standing at her side. 」

Duke of Caster : ...I have another question. What kind of person is this Kazimierzian representative you met?

Victorian Noble : He is a merchant, Your Grace.

Duke of Caster : Hmm, Kazimierz...
Tell him that should he agree to my terms, I am willing to lift some of the embargos on industrial equipment.
For them, there are many ways to obtain cheap minerals, and Kjerag is hardly irreplaceable.

Victorian Noble : I will let him know that only Victoria can satisfy his technological and equipment needs, especially when it comes to Originium—

Duke of Caster : No.
You are a member of House Caster. These minutiae are best left for servants to convey, whereas we should always leave ourselves room to maneuver.
The Kazimierzians know little about the resources we command, so why not let them exercise their imagination? Do you understand?

Victorian Noble : No worries. I guarantee that he will side with us.

Duke of Caster : "Forever honor your commitments." If you cannot, don't make them in the first place.
That is true of the Kazimierzian representative, and even moreso for me.
You may leave.

Victorian Noble : Yes... My apologies, Your Grace.

[The noble leaves. ]

Duke of Caster : Once again, you have to see me disciplining these good-for-nothing whelps.
Belli.

Trilby Asher : I thank Your Grace for the trust you have placed in me.

Duke of Caster : Let's not waste time on small talk. I trust you saw the gentleman who left earlier, yes?

Trilby Asher : If I'm not mistaken, that was a certain Derek, the man in charge of news and public opinion.

Duke of Caster : He should have reported to me that the negative press, be it about Kjerag or Victoria, was under control.
He was instead quite profuse with his complaints, going on and on about how he couldn't do it, that it would take too long to communicate with the film crew, that he wanted to trouble me to watch the footage they sent back.

Trilby Asher : ...

Duke of Caster : If he feels like he hasn't been given enough time, he should've known that my patience has its limits too.
So, do you have any good news for me, Belli?

Trilby Asher : ...Yes, Your Grace.
Our informant at the Rhine observatory provided very accurate intel—indeed, there is something highly suspicious about the mining site in which Kjerag is working with Kazimierz.
Following the clues she provided, my men successfully infiltrated the site and obtained these data tables.

Duke of Caster : Just point out the highlights.

Trilby Asher : Please look at this section, and the subsequent section on the next page...
The former represents the mine's daily output, whereas the latter represents the purchase volume, or export volume. Finally, the last page is the mine's financial report; pay particular attention to the net profitability figure. For example, in the last two months—

Duke of Caster : The difference is massive... This mining site has been operating at a loss, and the greater the extraction, the greater the losses.

Trilby Asher : Exactly. We even found this mine import record. Please take a look...

Duke of Caster : Hmm? A large mining site needs to separately import the very same minerals...?

Trilby Asher : Therefore, I believe this confirms the earlier theory.
This so-called joint mining project is actually Karlan Trade's arsenal in disguise.

Duke of Caster : ...
And this is the trump card that has been flipped over? Sitting right there in a mining site shared jointly with a foreign company?

Trilby Asher : Which is why our agents, including myself, initially overlooked this area. It is hard to imagine that anyone could stomach such a risk.

Duke of Caster : Placing a piece in what normally would be a blind spot. It's very much his style.
However, you're still one move behind, Belli.
As difficult as it is to admit, when Wellington made his move, it became imperative for us to strengthen ourselves.
Given these circumstances, Kjerag is a valuable asset.
I will not accept a lose-lose scenario; we must ensure that Enciodes's military preparations do not catch us flat-footed.
Only by knowing what his trump card exactly is can we properly plan against Kjerag in advance.

Trilby Asher : Your Grace, if you wish to confront the Duke of Wellington...
Bringing Kjerag under the control of House Caster, as well as seizing their manpower and resources, is of utmost priority. I personally believe that we should conduct a comprehensive survey of this mining site.
I believe the Kazimierzians will accept your term, and it's only a matter of time until they withdraw from Kjerag.
As soon as we take control of this mining area, I will send our envoys there immediately.

Duke of Caster : Why not act before the paperwork is officially signed? We cannot give Karlan Trade the time to cover their tracks.

Trilby Asher : So, under the buyer's name... look for another excuse through the Vine-Bead Court?
Even if they suspect that something is amiss with the Kazimierzians, a hasty retreat would inevitably leave traces behind.

Duke of Caster : The Vine-Bead Court is ultimately an expendable asset. Due to your previous botch job, there is no way Enciodes would not have his eye on them.

Trilby Asher : Then, we'll squeeze every last drop of value from the Vine-Bead Court before Enciodes makes his move.

Duke of Caster : Is that truly the missing step, Belli? Be more economical, and think it through some more.
The current Great Elder has consistently turned down my goodwill, and given the inability to mobilize the full strength of the Vine-Bead Court, we must be more careful when accessing the feasibility of this plan.

Trilby Asher : Yet, Your Grace, he did not stop us from infiltrating the lower and middle ranks either.
Perhaps this is the Vine-Bead Court's persistent arrogance, ripe for us to take advantage.

Duke of Caster : Perhaps the allure of overthrowing Enciodes will prove to be a gift too irresistible for Kjerag's religious figures.
...

Trilby Asher : So, do you intend to—

Duke of Caster : You are free to move the pawns inside the Vine-Bead Court as you please, but you must find out exactly what is going on within the mining site.
Let us wait to see how Enciodes reacts. He might just give us another reason to get involved in Kjerag.

Trilby Asher : Yes, Your Grace.

Duke of Caster : Right, I'd like you to do me a favor.
Derek left some odds-and-ends behind. Go ahead and take them with you.
When it comes to our dealings with foreign nations, we always have some journalist friends who make too much noise.

<Background black>

[Footsteps ]

Victorian Reporter : Can I set the camera up right here?
Thank you... Let's get started if you're ready.

「... 」

<Background 3>

[The camera starts rolling. ]

Victorian Reporter : Venerable Great Elder Adso, thank you so much for agreeing to this interview. I sincerely hope you are willing to answer a few of my questions, as well as those of the countless others who want to know more about Kjerag.
First, I'd like to ask about something that many around Kjerag have been curious about recently.
The people of Kjerag broadly believe that Kjeragandr protects this land. In your opinion, how would you explain this Catastrophe? Does this mean that Kjerag has lost its divine protection?

Adso : That is correct. Kjeragandr indeed watches over this land.
However, She is not a tyrant who imposes harsh decrees, but rather a patient mentor and a guiding hand. Her protection of Kjerag is not as straightforward as many would imagine.
Her knowledge of the true way of life runs deep, and so She taught the people of Kjerag how to live in this land filled with calamity and devoid of thought.
Thus, the people of Kjerag came to have a soul, and the many calamities no longer disturbed them.

Victorian Reporter : Even so, I am still very curious as to how a god who neither reveals its true form nor has performed any 'miracles' as proof of its divinity can earn a people's faith.
This belief seems to lack any grounding in evidence.

Adso : Hahaha... Guest from afar, I can see that you hide your arrogance behind polite words.
You try to reduce Kjerag's beliefs into a most basic form of logic, which you then criticize in an attempt to extol your own correctness and wisdom...

Victorian Reporter : Please believe me... that was not my intent.

Adso : It's fine. Don't worry...
Then, may I ask you a question first? In your opinion, what kind of principles do the Victorians, who observe no religion, follow in their lives?

Victorian Reporter : That's a simple answer— Victoria has her own laws.

Adso : Who drafted these laws? And who granted them the authority to do so?

Victorian Reporter : If you're asking about the legitimacy of the Victorian regime, we need only look back at history to answer that question.
The land was originally occupied by Dracos until about three hundred years ago, when Aslans from Sargon launched a rebellion in Victoria, ultimately seizing control of the country.

Adso : Then, I take it that in your view, might makes right?
Aslans are strong, and therefore righteous. Dracos are weak, and therefore unjust. This so-called justice shifts just as easily as the balance of power in war.
By the same logic, the devils of Kazdel should feel no shame or remorse about invading the lands of other nations, their only sin being that they fell one step short of ultimate victory.

Victorian Reporter : ...That is a patently absurd conclusion.

Adso : Of course, of course... I doubt that any regime would hinge its legitimacy upon violence. Because, they know all too well that violence will inevitably be undone by greater violence.
Nothing can remain young and mighty forever—neither people, nor governments. Therefore, they must become compassionate, in hope that the same compassion will be afforded to them when they are weak.
So, let us return to that question... Why do the legal principles we take for granted, or rather, the virtues prevalent across the different civilizations sharing this land, exist in the first place?
To where should we direct our questions? Do we possess the 'sublimity' inherent to being human? Are our lives innately meaningful?

Victorian Reporter : Apologies... but I am not well-versed in these subjects of philosophical speculation. May I ask, what is the point of these questions that seem so far-removed from our daily lives?

Adso : You mention life... In fact, as long as you seriously reflect upon your own life, you will very easily find that there is nobody on this great land who is entirely devoid of faith.
People always choose to place their faith in something, be it money, violence, knowledge, fame, philanthropy, or pleasure...
If a person genuinely believes that nothing is inherently true, then he will quickly find himself akin to a puppet with its strings cut, unable to move at all.
The followers of Kjeragandr seek the eternal solace of the mind by questioning ourselves and seeking out the traces of Her existence.

Victorian Reporter : An interesting thought indeed... This seems quite different from the common perceptions floating around Kjerag.

Adso : Please tell me, what was your perception of Kjerag before you witnessed the human tragedy caused by Catastrophe?
'The last pure land on Terra'? 'A sanctuary protected by the gods?' 'A land of simple and kind, poor but happy people?'

Victorian Reporter : You're quite well-versed in these touristy catch-phrases...

Adso : It was your people who discovered and abused the power of Originium, which ruined everything. You know that countless people drowned beneath the waves you stirred.
And it is this guilt that led you people to weave your illusions into the fantasy of Kjerag—a paradise where one can reap the benefits of Originium with none of the costs.
You imagine purity because you know filth. Innocence because you know deception. Magnanimity because you know opportunism. Piety because you know nihilism.
How, then, can you see the farmers who've left their homeland behind, the craftsmen whose unfinished goods pile up like a mountain, and the hunters who return home empty-handed?
You might even deny the existence of these people so that you may feel at ease when you swallow the blood and sweat of us 'savages' to 'purify your souls'.

Victorian Reporter : ...As an investigative journalist, it is my responsibility to spread the truth. And, I am hardly the only Victorian who cares about the truth regarding Kjerag.

Adso : Young lady, you promised to spread the truth about Kjerag across the lands. Yet your lenses are pointed at those who are more lost, more deserving of pity.
Do you think we should call this the truth? Or simply a fable?

Victorian Reporter : ...
I must admit, your questions have left me chagrined... Be it my colleagues or myself, it is hard to set down our morbid curiosity as onlookers.

Adso : All you need to know is that Kjerag's belongings are not playthings sitting behind the glass of a Victorian shop. Kjerag does not, and will not, need anyone's pity or charity.
Kjerag will always be the people of Kjeragandr—the home of the Kjerag people.

Victorian Reporter : All right, I think I'm convinced now.
So, in your opinion, this Catastrophe will not shake the people's faith in Kjeragandr?

Adso : Hmm...
To be honest, Kjerag's faith is undergoing a serious test...
I cannot deny that this Catastrophe has sown the seeds of darkness in the hearts of the people, causing them to gradually turn to violence and selfishness, abandoning many of their former virtues...
But was all of this due to a Catastrophe? A seed cannot germinate without the proper soil.
The current turmoil in Kjerag only proves that people's beliefs had already changed, long before the Catastrophe itself. And the cause of all this is...
Enciodes.

Victorian Reporter : Are you referring to... Mr. Enciodes Silverash, the Chairman of Karlan Trade?

Adso : For thousands of years, Kjerag has been spared from Catastrophe by our adherence to the order laid down by our god. However, the Vine-Bead Court is not the rigidly conservative institution that outsiders think.
Even in the era before power was restored to the three clans, records in the Vine-Bead Court's Hall of Writings confirm that the Court was involved in, and sometimes even instrumental to, the vast majority of changes across Kjerag's history.
However, we simply remind ourselves constantly of the wisdom and virtues She taught to us, ensuring that each step we take does not become counterproductive.
And, this order formed through the Vine-Bead Court has proven its reliability and stability over the long years.
Yet, when you don your skis and snowboards and zoom down our snow-capped peaks, how often do you turn back to look at those who lack the condition and ability to keep up?
No matter how much you might want to turn back and wait, the falling snow will obstruct your view until the exhilaration carried upon the wind engulfs your every thought.

Victorian Reporter : You believe that Kjerag's current reforms are too radical...

Adso : Therefore, if anyone can be held responsible for the current state of Kjerag, it can only be Enciodes.

Victorian Reporter : So... as an elder of the Vine-Bead Court, are you planning to make any changes in response to this situation?

Adso : No... I won't lightly say that I'll be making any changes myself...
I simply believe that... for thousands of years, the enemies of Kjeragandr have all vanished into the snowdrifts of history.

[Recording stops ]

<Background fades out>

「... 」

<Background 4>

[Elena walks through the crowded markets. ]

Elena : ...The registration documents are all here. Please make sure this envelope makes its way to Mr. Edelweiss of Karlan Trade.

Kjerag Mail Carrier : Don't worry. We were established by Karlan Trade and know Mr. Edelweiss very well. There won't be any mistakes.

Elena : Glad to hear it.

「Elena turns her head somewhat nervously. After the Catastrophe, the people of Kjerag have largely preferred to remain at home, with one exception—the market.
Hundreds of people crowded together in residential areas, temples, stores, and street stalls, the sorrow on their faces matching the gloomy weather.
At the far end of the market, Joanna is gesturing to her with her hands, her mouth open as if beckoning for her to come quickly. 」

Elena : Be right there!
(Hushed voice) Ah—gotta keep a low profile.

「Elena lowers her head and turns her face away, hurrying away against the flow of pedestrians. Countless Kjerag people brush past her, while another Rhine Lab employee squeezes into the crowd and follows the current. 」

Carolin : (Hushed voice) Why should we choose the most crowded place...

<Background fades out and in>

「People are forced to gather here in order to barter for necessities or to receive relief supplies. That they suppress their fear is a fact worn on their sleeves, many of them showing up in naught but simple, local attire.
Carolin instinctively pulls her coat in tighter, walking past the men and women, until she stops at the entrance to a quiet little temple.
She leans against the door frame, its paint worn and peeling, and hesitantly turns her head to look around, searching for someone else who also has an appointment. 」

Carolin : Damn it, the bell already rang.
All I wanted was to find a place to continue my research. Why am I stuck doing this kind of work?

「She pounds the wall next to her angrily, until suddenly, a hoarse question reaches her ears. 」

Elderly Cleric : Oh lost lady, why do you treat the property of Kjeragandr in such a manner?

Carolin : ...
I'm sorry. How should I make amends?

Elderly Cleric : There's no need for that. Set everything down, and come with me.
Should it be agreeable to you, please rest in the courtyard. I shall explain the profundity of the scriptures to you, so as to soothe your restless heart.

「The old man unlocks the temple gate, and Caroline pauses apprehensively to look around before stepping inside. The devotee then follows her in and shuts the gate again. 」

<Background 5>

Carolin : ...You're the one they mentioned. The one who can bring me out.
Choosing to meet up here is incredibly risky, is it not?

Elderly Cleric : People are undoubtedly going to be anxious in the aftermath of a Catastrophe. Wandering around in sparsely-populated, open areas is only going to invite more suspicion.
Let's get down to business. We don't have time to waste.
Have you acquired all the intel?

Carolin : I have, but it's not meant for you.
The Duke of Caster's men promised that once they took over the mine, I would be able to leave Kjerag via the internal railway.
I don't know what they told you, but now is the time for you to do your part.

Elderly Cleric : The mine is currently in the handover period. Once the Victorians have finished their inspection, I will take you there to meet them.
I ask for your patience, madam. It is a precious virtue indeed.

Carolin : ...
I hope this is the last time...

<Background 6>

[Joanna, Elena, and Enya walk through the snowfields. ]

Joanna : Did you hear that?

Elena : Hear what?

Joanna : Sounded a bit like thunder, how strange. Seemed to come from the mountains.
And also... Ah...
Achoo!
What's this? The tip of my nose feels all chilly... Huh?
That's weird. Why is it snowing again?

Elena : We're in the middle of the snowy season. What's so strange about that?

Joanna : No, that can't be it. Even at this time of year, there are always signs before it starts snowing.
*sniff*

「The girl lifts her head, her expression suddenly turning serious. 」

Joanna : It's snowing, but it doesn't smell like snow. It's very strange...
An old man once said that the snow only loses its scent when something truly terrible is about to happen...
Is Kjeragandr... warning us again?

Elena : 'Divine will' is less important than how heavy the snowfall is going to be, and how it will threaten our safety.
As for the 'scent of snow' you mentioned... the air temperature and humidity change before it snows, which may give off the illusion of a peculiar scent.
But, to treat this as some way of gauging the weather, or even as a divination of some sort is... well...
I frankly don't think it makes any sense.

Joanna : No, no. The scent of snow is the scent of snow. Not some other smell.
Kjeragandr has given hunters a keen sense of smell and eyes that can see in the dark. On the snowfields, we know much more than you do!

Elena : Okay, then... I don't mean to question your personal experience, but I still have to act according to my own 'experience'.

「As Elena speaks, she sets up the observation equipment and begins to carefully record the data.
The girl pouts discontentedly, looking at the device with a distinctively old-fashioned Kjerag look. 」

Joanna : That lump of metal of yours has been beeping this entire time, and it's heavy too... We would've gotten here way sooner without having to lug it around...

Elena : But, it's how we can make sure that every step we take is safe and secure. After a Catastrophe, we must be extremely cautious inside Originium zones—

「A sudden gust of wind rises, causing Elena to stumble, but Joanna catches her from behind just in the knick of time. 」

Elena : Thanks—

Joanna : ...Hmph.

「The chilly, snowflake-laced wind sweeps over them, and all other noise ceases, save for the whistling wind and its sharp, biting cold. 」

Elena : How did the temperature drop so sharply all of a sudden? Is this...?

Enya : I know of a deserted village up ahead. Let's head over there and find a house to shelter in.

「Enya, who has been lagging behind the group because she was flipping through her notebook, steps in between the two.
She stretches her palms out, her fingertips only slightly reddened from the cold. 」

Enya : Come. Take my hand.
The fresh snow is too slippery, and the terrain here is steep as well. It would be terrible if someone slipped and fell here.
Hmm... You're both hesitating?
Do you not want to hold my hands?

Joanna : Enya... I mean, Your Holiness, I...

Elena : No, thank you.

「One hand extends forward. 」

Joanna : Hmph. I'm just doing this for Her Holiness.

「Joanna turns her head away, but nevertheless places her hand within Enya's. 」

<Background 7>

Enya : Phew... Thankfully, the temple is in a much better state than the other buildings because there still are people who come by occasionally to do repairs.

「The three shake off the thick snow from their cloaks. They arrive at the village only briefly before the snow starts to come down heavily, fluttering down like feathers. 」

Joanna : You two... Go ahead and rest. I'll see if the fireplace here can still be lit.
You can usually find a small woodshed behind the village temple. I'll go take a look.

Elena : Need my help?

Joanna : ...I'm good. You...
Didn't you say you were going to do the weather forecast? Just go do your thing!

Elena : I've already set it up. The measuring device will automatically gather data from our surrounding area, so I can help you carry—

Joanna : I told you I'm good! Don't follow me...!

「Before Elena can even stand up, Joanna already manages to feel out the small door behind the temple statue with practiced ease.
The layout of any Kjerag monastery is more or less the same. The girl rushes out back, and the door slams loudly behind her. 」

Elena : ...
Did I do something to upset her...?

Enya : Maybe just a little, but not that much. Don't worry about it.
Joanna is a kind girl. Even when she's grumpy, she still wants you to be warm. Just like not long ago, when she protected me from assassins even though she despises me.
However, for many of Kjerag's villagers, your thoughts and words can hurt them, even if they are without malice.

Elena : I'm sorry... I was too rash...

Enya : That's not your fault, nor is it the fault of Kjerag's people. If anything is at fault... perhaps it is simply your differences.

Elena : Any sort of communication between people... is about these differences.
Even partners who work together in the lab, sharing the same ideas and goals, can still have disagreements.

Enya : Which is why... communication and understanding between people is so precious.

「Enya folds her cloak and puts it aside, point to a snowflake on it that has not yet melted. 」

Enya : Oh, look at that.

Elena : ...A snowflake?

Enya : The people of Kjerag sometimes use snowflakes that have not melted upon stepping indoors as a form of divination. These unbroken, branch-like snowflakes are a sign that our journey will be smooth.
According to folklore, the snow is a messenger protected by Kjeragandr, carrying important truths and omens.
It can predict the harvest, the hunt, the craftsman's hammer-fall, and even quarrels between friends and lovers.

Elena : Some may say that this iconic, tree-like hexagonal snowflake with well-defined branches is a sign of good fortune. But, others just as easily see within it a broken connection, an omen of disaster.
And so... regardless of what happens in the end, the fortune-teller always has something to say.
Worst-case scenario, they always say, 'the diviner you met was just bad; the movement of the stars had already revealed the truth long ago,' and use that to defend their authority.

Enya : You also seem quite knowledgeable about divination, Elena.

Elena : You could say I've had some run-ins with them... due to family circumstances.
In any case, most divination has nothing to do with revealing the truth. It's just... a form of self-delusion and sophistry.

Enya : A place where no people wish to go, has no roads leading to it.
If a problem does not exist, there will be no solution created to resolve it.
Fate is a fickle thing, just as your science should acknowledge that there are many things on this land that cannot be controlled or predicted.
On this great land, we are but tiny people trying to grasp a glimmer of the prophetic and the true.
Is this so different from the origins of 'scientific' discovery? Knowledge is what makes people feel safe and allows them to face an unreasonably uncertain future.
In a sense, coincidence, probability, and fate are all the same concept. Fate falls on many, just as this snowflake has fallen on my cloak.

Elena : ...
I get it. Even placebos can be an efficacious type of medicine.
But... I've also seen many things in modern Kjerag.
In the past, I always tried to see such strong beliefs as a kind of cultural phenomenon; a ritual, a projection, a form of comfort-seeking...
But... what exactly are they to you people?

「She asks the question in a soft, subdued voice. The wind outside the window has already subsided significantly.
Kjerag's Saintess looks up at the statue of Kjeragandr on the altar. Beneath a slab of stone engraved with messy markings, several brightly-colored figurines sit side-by-side.
They were exhibition goods produced around the time of the Lake Silberneherze ceremony. By the looks of things, someone brought them to this village temple as an offering to the reclusive Kjeragandr. 」

Enya : ...
The clerics of the Vine-Bead Court often describe faith as walking into the darkness without a lamp, or leaping fearlessly into a silent ravine.
Everyone always seems to yearn for Her. Ascetics, devout believers, faithful followers of the Commandments—countless people endure innumerable hardships just to reach Her side.
But... for me...

「She tries hard to recall, but the memories in her mind are now but struggling fragments, jumping around like frames from a movie, shrouded in a dark haze.
A strong emotion surges once more within Enya's heart. 」

Joanna : Trouble—!

「Joanna suddenly rushes in with a gasp, firewood in her arms, her cheeks flushed from running. 」

Joanna : I just... I just saw, coming down the mountain... Lots of Victorian cars, heading for the mine!

Enya : Victorians? That mine is a joint operation with Kazimierz. What are they trying to do there...?

Elena : Have they already picked up our trail?

Enya : Don't panic just yet. Regardless of what business they have with the mine, we have to hurry.
Let's pack up our things and set out immediately. We need to be even more careful and discreet on the road ahead.

Elena : Just a second, please. I need to pack up my instrument first, and it...
Wait, how could this...?

Joanna : What are you dawdling around for? Hurry and pack it up! Here, I'll help you...
What... is this?
This... 'Moderate Catastrophe Risk' written here... does it mean what I think it means?

Elena : Catastrophe...
Could there be another Catastrophe brewing...?

After operation

Summary

The Vine-Bead Court interrogates Enciodes on recent diplomatic issues. The Victorians force their way into the mine to inspect it, and discover a large amount of scrap metal left over from failed attempts to recreate heavy weaponry.

<Background 8>

Sciurus : You know, it's real hard getting an audience with you these days.
...Enciodes.

Enciodes : I am truly sorry I was unable to attend the Matriarch's funeral.
Madam Sciurus, I am deeply saddened by what has befallen the Browntail clan. Please let me know if there is anything Clan Silverash can do to help.

Sciurus : Thanks, Enciodes.
But that's not what I came here to discuss.

Enciodes : Your visit this time, Madam Sciurus, must be to give me a chance to earn your trust.

Sciurus : Hmph... My sister once told me that you're least trustworthy when you lower your head like this.

Enciodes : I wonder about your opinion of me, then.

Sciurus : You don't have to beat around the bush. I don't like it.
My sister used to scold me for being impulsive, and for not always thinking things through before I speak or act.
I wanted to prove to her that I didn't need to hide under her wing, that I could do something for Clan Browntail.
But now, as new matriarch of the clan, there is no one left for me to prove anything to.

Enciodes : ...
I understand how you feel. I... also have two younger sisters.

Sciurus : And you think they're both smarter than me, huh? Both Ensia, and the Saintess...

Enciodes : You think too little of yourself, Madam Sciurus.
However, I do think they share your persistence and determination.

Sciurus : ...
Is Ensia okay? I heard... she was in an accident.

Enciodes : Thank you for your concern. She is safe and sound, and has already returned home.

Sciurus : You always keep that calm and composed demeanor.
What I want to know is... these attacks on Kjerag, including what happened to my sister... Did you know about them ahead of time?

Enciodes : So this is the real reason you decided to visit me today.

Sciurus : Enciodes, my sister had been helping you this entire time, isn't that right?
I wasn't totally in the dark about it, but it wasn't until her passing that I learned...
Your plans—for Victoria, Rhine Lab, and what Monch has been investigating... There's too much I don't know anything about.

Enciodes : ...

Sciurus : Don't try to deny it. Don't lie to me, Enciodes. You have to know the truth behind her murder.

Enciodes : If you truly believe I had a hand in the Matriarch's death—

Sciurus : No... That's not what I mean.
I don't know what Ratatos was plotting with you, but I know for sure... that whatever it was, it was to protect Kjerag.
So... I will follow in her footsteps... Whatever Clan Browntail's affairs may be, I will take responsibility for them.
Which is why... I need you to tell me exactly what happened to her—

[Door opens ]

Silverash Clan Guard : My apologies, Sir Enciodes, but they were determined to break in no matter what—

Sciurus : ...?

Enciodes : To what do I owe the honor, for you all to barge into my home like this?

[The Vine-Bead Court envoys enter. ]

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : Sir Enciodes, why did Karlan Trade transfer all its shares in the Kjerag-Kazimierz joint mining operation to Victoria without authorization?

Enciodes : Where did this news come from?

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : It is an observable fact—the mines have completely been taken over by the Victorians.
Great Elder Adso believes that such actions by Karlan Trade constitute illegal collusion with a foreign power, and as such, the Vine-Bead Court has no choice but to exercise its authority to intervene.
We require that you report to the Vine-Bead Court immediately to explain yourself.

Enciodes : If I understand this correctly, the Vine-Bead Court means to formally interrogate Clan Silverash?

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : The people of Kjerag are uneasy enough as it is. The last thing we want is to see this conflict escalate further.
However, Sir Enciodes, as the head of the clan, if you still believe you bear responsibility for Kjerag, please go to the Vine-Bead Court with us to discuss the next steps.

Enciodes : Very well. I have no reason to refuse.
However, if I am to explain the situation, I will need some time to prepare the relevant documents. Please allow me that.
Furthermore, I still have some things to discuss with Madam Sciurus, so I would like to ask for your patience.

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : Of course, Sir Enciodes.

Enciodes : Madam Sciurus, thank you for taking the time to look after Ensia. I would like to formally invite you to be a guest of Clan Silverash.
I would also like to thank you for your concern in person, while Ensia is present as well.

Sciurus : Wha...?

Enciodes : It would have been more courteous to have sent the invitation to you in a formal capacity.
But given the hasty nature of this matter, the best I can do is to throw something together by hand. I do hope you'll forgive me.
We look forward to you gracing us with your presence.

「Before his 'invitee' can respond, Enciodes picks up a pen and paper from the table, scribbles down a few lines, then hands the 'invitation' over.
Sciurus takes it. There is only an address on the piece of paper, hardly an invitation at all. 」

Sciurus : Thank you for the invitation.
I'll be there on time.

<Background 9>

[Gnosis reads a letter. ]

To Mr. Edelweiss of Karlan Trade:
I hope this letter finds you well.
At the time you are read this, I am yet to receive sitrep authorization from Rhine Lab, so please take note—
This letter does not, in any capacity, serve as an agreement or treaty between Rhine Lab and Karlan Trade. Rather, it only represents my personal analysis of the recent phenomena in Kjerag.
My specimen comes from the sound waves collected by the observation station at 3:19 AM on December 7, 1101.
I can say for certain that at that time, an unidentified object fell from the sky onto Mount Karlan.
Though the chain of evidence definitively linking the phenomena is still missing, a Catastrophe did in fact occur 32 hours later.
I do not intend to establish a causal link between these two things. If this crash is a singular event in history, then so too is the Catastrophe.
What I AM preparing to do is to confirm whether or not there is an empirical connection between these two events.
Additionally, do forgive my frankness, but if the hypothesis that these two events are linked does bear out, the outcome for Kjerag is not optimistic—
Whatever factor that has protected Kjerag from Catastrophes over the millennia may no longer be effective, or at least, be in an unusable state.
I would, of course, love to write this off as mere conjecture. But nevertheless, I also hope that Karlan Trade will be adequately mindful of the potential risks moving forward.
Carolin, an insider with more detailed information, has likely made similar inferences, but I am in the dark as to what her objectives are at this moment.
I will strive to complete this research while maintaining an objective and rational perspective, and would greatly appreciate Karlan Trade's support in my efforts.
Respectfully, Elena Urbica.

Gnosis : ...

[Door knocking ]

Gnosis : Come in.

[Door opens ]

Karlan Trade Employee : I was just looking for you, Director.

Gnosis : Take this letter over to Enciodes. Classify it top secret.

Karlan Trade Employee : Yes, sir. Right away.

Gnosis : Any other news?

Karlan Trade Employee : Yes—the observation post previously dispatched to the mining site has sent back a sighting report.
A convoy bearing Victorian markings is approaching the outskirts of the mine, but the specific origins are unknown.
Matterhorn led his clansmen there ahead of time. He said that he would try to stall for as much time as possible and await your judgment.

Gnosis : The Victorians would've come sooner or later. Looks like we won't have to wait any longer.
Prepare vehicles as soon as possible. Matterhorn may not be able to hold them off for long.
Tell him to let the other party make the first move, and prioritize observation. I will arrive shortly.

<Background 10>

Victorian Ambassador : ...I'm warning you, don't get in our way, if you know what's good for you.

Matterhorn : I am simply following orders. The area ahead is a restricted warehouse, and nobody is allowed to enter without Karlan Trade's permission.

Victorian Ambassador : Has no one informed you that House Caster has acquired all of Kazimierz's rights to this site?

Matterhorn : To the best of my knowledge, the handover process is still underway. We were only notified by Kazimierz yesterday.

Victorian Ambassador : Which is why we have to inspect all the assets in advance. If you have an complaints, you can take them up with Her Grace the Duke.
Now, listen to your betters and open the warehouse door post-haste.

[Gnosis arrives. ]

Victorian Ambassador : Finally, someone worth talking to.
Mr. Gnosis Edelweiss of Karlan Trade.

Gnosis : It seems the introduction I've prepared will be going to waste, good sir.

Victorian Ambassador : Of course. Naturally, you also understand who I'm representing here.
Due to your mismanagement and the resultant substantial financial losses, Her Grace the Duke has decided to dismiss some key employees of Karlan Trade employed at this site, including the former executive manager.

Gnosis : To this, I have no objection. I will cooperate fully during this handover process.

Victorian Ambassador : Excellent. Now then, Mr. Edelweiss, please open the warehouse door.

Gnosis : ...However, on this point alone, I cannot comply.
What Matterhorn said is true. There indeed are regulations pertaining to this confidential warehouse. I humbly ask for yours and Her Grace's understanding.

Victorian Ambassador : Based on the information I have, the security clearance level on this warehouse was raised just recently.
What do you say to this, Mr. Edelweiss?

Gnosis : Allow me to explain.
This warehouse is mainly used to store various kinds of industrial waste, but recently, the purification system and negative pressure ventilation system both malfunctioned.
We temporarily raised the security clearance level and strictly restricted access in the interim before professionals can handle the situation.
I fully understand Her Grace's concern about the assets acquired, but for your safety, could I ask that this inspection be postponed?

Victorian Ambassador : I accept the risks at hand. Just open the door.

Gnosis : All else aside, this is Kjerag's mine.
Should pollutants leak, or any other dangerous situation arises, Kjerag does not rule out the right to intervene through administrative measures.
Before you offer to take responsibility, I suggest you contact Her Grace the Duke once more.

[Footsteps approach ]

Matterhorn : You're...

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : Good to see you again, Mr. Matterhorn.

Gnosis : Pardon me, Father. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to wait at reception for now. I currently have business with our diplomatic guest.

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : Mr. Edelweiss, I was expressly invited here by the Victorians.

Gnosis : Since when is the Vine-Bead Court so concerned with temporal affairs?

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : Today, both the clan leadership and the general public are dissatisfied with the way Karlan Trade has been engaging with Victoria.
The Great Elder has summoned Sir Enciodes to an inquiry into the matter; perhaps, you will also need to report to the Vine-Bead Court soon.

Gnosis : Why, then, would a cleric feel a need to accept an invitation to come here before that?

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : I wish to ensure a smooth handover process, and hope that Karlan Trade is willing to cooperate to the fullest extent.
Please open the warehouse door, Mr. Edelweiss.

Victorian Ambassador : Given that power has been restored by the three clans, perhaps the Vine-Bead Court would be more representative of Kjerag's 'administrative measures'?

Gnosis : ...
Matterhorn, open the door.

「The door slowly opens, and the Victorian ambassador is caught unaware by the dust that diffuses from within. He squints and fans the air in front of him with his hand.
There is neither the smell of industrial waste nor the texture of Originium dust. The ambassador's eyes gradually adjust to the vast, unobstructed warehouse, within which is— 」

Victorian Ambassador : ...Nothing but scrap metal?

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : ...

Gnosis : As I stated, there is nothing here but industrial waste.
Please leave as soon as you've finished your inspection. Staying here for an extended period of time would be detrimental to your health.

Victorian Ambassador : Everyone, stay put. I'm conducting the inspection myself.

<Background 11>

「As soon as he enters the warehouse, he feels the vast space around him dilating in all directions, the steel frames stretching straight to the ceiling surrounded by scrap metal of all shapes and sizes.
There's no way such a large warehouse was set up just to store these things. It's far too pretentious.
He approaches the bottom of one of the shelves and reaches out to rummage through it with no particular aim in mind. The clanging of metal echoes through the warehouse. 」

Victorian Ambassador : (Hushed voice) Wait, this is...
(Hushed voice) It's still half-intact, and I can still make out the insignia of Silverash's private army, the 'Tschäggättä'. Were these originally weapons and gear not improperly disposed of after being thrown in the shredder...?

「An idea bubbles up, and he keeps looking elsewhere. Though Karlan Trade has been quite meticulous, a few clues are bound to leak through. Of this, he is certain. 」

Victorian Ambassador : (Hushed voice) Replicas of Victoria's newest equipment, as well as large-caliber naval gun parts...
(Hushed voice) All failures, unable to break through the technical barrier...

「The army designations. The insignias. Many other terms in the Kjeragi language. He quietly memorizes them all. 」

Gnosis : Sir! Are you done yet?

Victorian Ambassador : ...Yes, I am.

<Background 3>

「The ambassador returns to the group. 」

Victorian Ambassador : I've more or less seen what I needed to see, Mr. Edelweiss.
I will summarize the entire situation and faithfully report it to the Duke.

Victorian Guard : Sir, the internal railway in the mining site has just been cleared, and you haven't had time to inspect it yet.

Gnosis : Does Victoria also need to use that internal railway?

Victorian Ambassador : Yes, we've contacted a number of suppliers for quotes. Using the internal railway can significantly reduce transportation costs.

Gnosis : Father, is the Vine-Bead Court aware of this? If you are so keen to get involved in diplomatic affairs, Karlan Trade hopes that you will also be willing to verify any business entities that wish to join.

「Gnosis's concern interrupts the thoughts of the Vine-Bead Court envoy, who then looks away from the railway. 」

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : ...That would require the Great Elder's input.

Gnosis : I understand.
By Kjeragandr, I ask that the Vine-Bead Court not make things difficult for Enciodes. I will remain at Karlan Trade's headquarters, awaiting your summons.

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : By Kjeragandr.

Operation story: OS-7

Before operation

Summary

Gnosis and his team are preparing to arrest Carolin, who is suspected of stealing military secrets from Kjerag. Enciodes leads his men to the Vine-Bead Court to apprehend a traitor who has been colluding with Victoria. The tension is palpable, conflict threatening to break out with even the slightest touch.

<Background Black>

Adso : ...You've finally come.
Enciodes.

<Background 1>

Enciodes : Naturally, I would not dare refuse an invitation from the Vine-Bead Court... Great Elder Adso.

Adso : If I remember correctly, it shouldn't take very long to get from the Silverash domain to the Vine-Bead Court.

Enciodes : To be summoned to the Vine-Bead Court is a matter of great importance. As I stand accused of improper dealings with Victoria, I had to make ample preparations to prove my innocence.

Adso : Without further ado, Sir Enciodes, please come inside so that we may discuss this further.

Enciodes : One moment, please.

「A large convoy of vehicles pulls up to the center of the Vine-Bead Court. 」

[An army of Tschäggättä exit the vehicles. ]

Adso : Silverash... What is the meaning of this?

Enciodes : Are you not investigating the ties between Karlan Trade and Victoria?
I had someone compile all the documents related to the last decade of business dealings between Karlan Trade and Victoria. It is quite the voluminous collection, so much so that we had to fill several trucks.
Great Elder Adso, if it interests you, please take your time to read through it.

Adso : Good... Very good.
Unload everything, then tell your people to leave.

Enciodes : I'm afraid I can't do that.

Adso : What is the meaning this, Enciodes?

Enciodes : It is true that as of late, Kjerag has had to weather great turmoil. Undoubtedly, Victoria has been at the heart of many of these incidents.
Indeed, our troops have discovered evidence of contact between the Vine-Bead Court and Victorian spies.

Adso : Empty accusations. Without proof, what right do you have to investigate the Vine-Bead Court?

Enciodes : Investigate? I would never dream of such a thing. However, the Vine-Bead Court has accused me of 'colluding with Victoria', and so I am here.
By my command, nobody is to leave the Vine-Bead Court today until Great Elder Adso and I reach a conclusion.

Tschäggättä : Yessir!

Enciodes : Now then, Great Elder Adso.

Adso : ...

<Background 2>

Adso : ...We've never talked like this before.

Enciodes : I have hardly even seen you on my past visits to the Vine-Bead Court, let alone spoken with you.
I've heard from many clerics that you spent years in seclusion, studying the scriptures in the Hall of Writings and never concerning yourself with temporal affairs.
It seems you've also come to handle the affairs of the Vine-Bead Court with ease.

Adso : The only thing I've done over the years is ensure that Kjerag follows the path She ordained.
Moreover, we stand at a critical juncture concerning our survival. Should the Vine-Bead Court stand by and watch you drag Kjerag into the abyss, allowing Kazimierz, Victoria, or any other foreign power to devour us?
You are not the king of Kjerag, Sir Enciodes.

Enciodes : Thank you for the admonition, Great Elder. If Kjerag were to have a king, it could only be Her.
If there are diplomatic errors the Vine-Bead Court wishes to correct, then Karlan Trade will do our best to cooperate.
However, there is one question that puzzles me, for which I seek your guidance.
How exactly is the Vine-Bead Court negotiating with Victoria?
Is it using all of Kjerag as a bargaining chip?

[Door opens ]

Vine-Bead Court Cleric : Elder!
(Whispering) We just took a look around. Silverash's troops have already blocked the way down the mountain.
(Whispering) We, we'll go check the back door and—

Enciodes : The secret passage?
I wouldn't bother with that unless you're keen on searching for Tschäggättä.

Vine-Bead Court Cleric : Ahh!

Enciodes : Don't be alarmed. By Kjeragandr, I have no intention of attacking the Vine-Bead Court.

Adso : ...
Tell everyone outside to rest where they are. No one is to move without my order.
...Enciodes, you accuse the Vine-Bead Court of betraying Kjerag to Victoria. Where is the evidence for your claim?

Enciodes : Please be patient, Great Elder. It will take some time for the evidence to be delivered here.

Adso : In other words, you came empty-handed yet still chose to resort to violence against us.
You should know what the price is for doing this, head of the Silverash clan.
Look down at the people beneath the mountain. Your elite troops might be able to block off the Vine-Bead Court, but you cannot fight all of Kjerag.
I am willing to give you time... But if you cannot produce conclusive evidence before sundown, I'm afraid that the reputation of Karlan Trade, and even that of the entire Silverash name, will be in tatters.
You will become untouchables throughout the land of Kjerag.

Enciodes : Indeed. I am, of course, well-aware of the consequences of my actions.
What I do not know, however, is what it would mean for Kjerag if the Vine-Bead Court is found to be colluding with an enemy that assassinated leaders from the three clans, and was caught in the act of espionage.
I will be with you to witness that moment, Elder.

Adso : ...I know exactly what you're waiting for.
But, time is not on your side, Sir Enciodes.

<Background 3>

[An angry crowd gathers outside. ]

Agitated Local : Let us in! We were invited by the Vine-Bead Court to participate in the blessing ceremony, and Silverash's goons have no right to stop us!

Degenbrecher : ...

「Throughout her illustrious career, The Black Knight was unshakeable, even by the most fearsome opponents.
But now, looking down at the teeming crowds crammed onto the narrow mountain road, she feels utterly helpless for the first time. 」

Agitated Local : Why haven't we seen a single cleric here? What is Silverash trying to pull?!

Degenbrecher : Please calm down, everyone. The Vine-Bead Court... has encountered some extenuating circumstances, and Sir Enciodes is assisting with the investigation.

Agitated Local : We came here on an invitation, and you're telling us that there are 'extenuating circumstances' now that we're here? Cut the crap!

「A man squeezes through the crowd, but as soon as he takes a step forward, he is met with Degenbrecher's cold glare and has no choice but to retreat, muttering under his breath. 」

Degenbrecher : Sir Enciodes will issue an explanation to the public after things have settled down. Please, I ask that you all return home for now.
...Ma'am, be careful—

Elderly Local : I'm fine, Degenbrecher. I can stand on my own...
We all trust you. We know that you're a daughter of Kjerag and would never bring us harm.
So, can you tell this old woman exactly what is happening with the Vine-Bead Court? What do you know about this whole thing?

Degenbrecher : ...

<Background 4>

「A vehicle winds its way along the mountain road; outside the window, dense dark clouds are gathering, mingling.
The window rolls down, and a few snowflakes laced with unidentified impurities slide into the car before disappearing without a trace. 」

Matterhorn : The signal's a little better now.
According to our informant, Victoria and the people from the Vine-Bead Court have left the mining site, and have not made any further moves.
But given this weather, we can expect more heavy snow... It'll take a lot longer to get back to headquarters than expected.

Gnosis : Compared to THAT, this little hiccup can hardly be considered beyond our expectations.

Matterhorn : Are you referring to those Victorians from earlier?

Gnosis : They got the intel they wanted, but so did we.
I mean the Vine-Bead Court.

Matterhorn : The Vine-Bead Court, huh...
The fact that they'd show up here instead of calming the populace is rather strange indeed...

Gnosis : It's evident that they were completely unprepared for the situation, and their deliberate attempts to hide their schemes are easily seen through.
If some of them are willing to play cover-up for the Victorians—
Then, it's only a matter of time until the mask comes off.
It's nearly time.
Turn back to the mining site.

Matterhorn : Are you trying to...?

Gnosis : The exit ways there are now open, making it a good place to leave the country.
As you just heard, Enciodes has already surrounded the Vine-Bead Court with his men. He has deliberately made a big show of things to alert the enemy.
Those hiding in Kjerag will definitely be itching to seize the moment.
Our undercover agent friend we've been tracking seems to have a particular fondness for this kind of stuff, and should be arriving in the vicinity soon.
Moreover, I suspect she's not the only one either.
Instead of looking for her, we should just let her come to us.
Gather everyone together and keep a close eye on the entrance to the mining site. Pay extra attention to—
The people who helped her escape.

<Background 2>

Adso : ...While you were on your way, the clergy throughout the city were already inviting people to come up the mountain for the ceremony.
I wonder, how long Degenbrecher can hold them back?

Enciodes : Did the Vine-Bead Court stoop to these desperate measures knowing I would not point my weapons at the people?

Adso : It's true that I'm using them, just as you did to Arctosz and Ratatos during the Holy Hunt a few years ago.
Perhaps I overestimated you, Sir Enciodes. Even if you're hungry for power, you should be less obvious about it.
Before you commit a grave error, I am willing to announce to the public that you've come to the Vine-Bead Court to capture the Victorian assassin.

Enciodes : If you truly thought highly of me in any capacity, you would not think that I am only 'seeking power'.
All I care about is the future of the land of Kjerag.

Adso : So, a violent coup is the best path forward?

Enciodes : Yes.
Because our Victorian friend sits in a position that cannot be reached except through violence.

Adso : Hahahaha! What you say is true, Sir Enciodes.
The unarmed Vine-Bead Court, driven to despair by the descendants of Victorians and their acolytes, helpless to defend themselves even when thieves cry thief in front of them.

Enciodes : Behavior determines identity better than blood.
It is a fact that since the attack on Ensia, people from the Vine-Bead Court have been falling over themselves to back Victoria.
If you are so confident you know what I'm waiting for—
The cleric and the Victorian spy caught red-handed together. Be it for the general public or the three clans, the rest speaks for itself.

Adso : I know no more about the conduct of these clerics than you do.
Even if the Duke of Caster were to come here herself, she would only tell you that I firmly rejected her offer.

Enciodes : That is nothing more than an excuse. A failure to control your subordinates means you are equally responsible for them, and the same applies to Karlan Trade.

Adso : ...What you suggest is that the clergy of the Vine-Bead Court indulge in pleasure and collude with foreigners, while I remain oblivious and allow them to sell out Kjerag?
You and Victoria share many of the same delusions; in reality, the Vine-Bead Court has only ever wanted to use this as a pretext to expel Victoria and their true ally—
Enciodes Silverash.

Enciodes : However, the reality is that they ended up aligning with Victoria in practice—

Adso : All the clergy who've associated with Victoria have sworn an oath of death after you are expelled.
Their bones will nourish Kjerag's future, and they will leave no regrets behind.

Enciodes : ...
So, what you propose is that Kjerag should purge itself, down to those who hunt Victorian spies to this day, those who the Duke of Caster considers enemies...
And THAT is the only way to defeat Victoria?

<Background 5>

「There is nobody around. A sudden gust of wind suddenly howls through the unfamiliar courtyard.
Carolin continues to stir around her piping-hot cup of savory milk tea, the spoon continuing to clink against the cup.
She shudders in anticipation, either due to the drink or her impending evacuation.
She stares at the swirling tea and strokes the cup, completely ignorant to the fact that the cup is engraved with Kjerag's mountain ridges.
Her thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. 」

Carolin : Who is it?

[Door opens ]

Carolin : ...Stay back!

[Footsteps approach ]

Elderly Cleric : Sorry to keep you waiting, young lady of Victoria.

Carolin : It's you...

Elderly Cleric : Please pardon my intrusion, but due to the situation changing, you will be transferred to a new destination ahead of schedule.

Carolin : What?
...What happened?

Elderly Cleric : I only know the gist of the Vine-Bead Court's decision.

Carolin : A 'gist' isn't good enough. We need to have a concrete plan of action, or else...

Elderly Cleric : I will take full responsibility for the operation until you have safely left Kjerag's borders.
All you need to do is follow the instructions. As for how to leave and who will help you—
Don't overly concern yourself about such things.
Kjeragandr witnesses all, and She shall walk with us.

Carolin : Stop trying to fool me with your vague and nondescript dogma...

Elderly Cleric : By Kjeragandr.

Carolin : ...

Elderly Cleric : ...

Carolin : In other words, I've become your responsibility now, right?

Elderly Cleric : I am but a follower of Her will.

Carolin : Fine. You have your beliefs, and I have mine.
But since we'll be working together, let me remind you that if this operation fails, your side will also be exposed.

Elderly Cleric : That's right.

Carolin : Does that not worry you at all?

「The cleric simply smiles gently and takes a garment out from his bag. 」

Elderly Cleric : No, young lady.
All I need is faith.
You can also place your faith in us. As long as we are of one heart, we can overcome our fear.

Carolin : Cleric of the Vine-Bead Court.
I don't think we need to discuss this any further.
Instead, let's focus on something useful, like when we leave.

Elderly Cleric : My apologies, young lady. This is a cleric's robe that I sewed myself. Please put it on for now.
This journey will take you past many people and countless eyes. If you encounter someone who comes up to you seeking prayer or answers, do not try to please them. Stay silent, and avoid them.
I will walk with you, no matter what dangers we may face.

Carolin : Color me curious. Why do people pray to your god for protection even after a Catastrophe?

Elderly Cleric : ...
Just in case.
Believe me, young lady. You know too little about Kjerag.
Now, please pack your belongings. I will wait for you outside.

「The door opens, and a dry, cold wind rushes in, lashing at the cleric's neck and face.
An old dagger slips from his bag, and he nonchalantly bends down to pick it up.
He knows exactly what this amulet, forged for him by his father who has returned to Kjeragandr, will ultimately be used for. 」

Elderly Cleric : By Kjeragandr.
May this devout body be blessed, and may it spread Your holy will.

<Background 2>

Adso : They brought excellent seeds to Kjerag as well as machinery... The Vine-Bead Court has never denied these contributions.
To be frank, I have never seen anyone so complicated in my already-withering life...
Hero.

Enciodes : This does nothing to dispel my doubts.
Compared to these acts, the Vine-Bead Court seems only to recognize friend and foe based on where they come from.

Adso : Then, allow me to ask you a question first, Sir Enciodes.
In your heart of hearts, what exactly is Kjerag?

Enciodes : ...I have already answered this through my actions.

Adso : Victorian-style buildings. Victorian-style weapons. Victorian-mandated laws.
Is this your answer?

Enciodes : Unless we choose to seclude ourselves deeper within the mountains, shunning both external disturbances and any further advancement.
Otherwise, you might even be able to see things from Laterano or Leithanien one day.

Adso : Until one day, the people of Kjerag believe in nothing but Originium and money, unless faith itself can be sold.
Once the shell of Kjeragandr is ripped open, the people shall no longer hold any reverence for eternity. They will only chase after their own values and desires.
They will hate the strong because in this new 'theater', the more one abandons his morality, the stronger he becomes.
They will hate the weak because the weak will come to occupy the crevices of pity and charity.
Nihilism will become the most popular ideology; the people's hearts will become empty and detached, and they will take pride in this emptiness.
Your ideals are slaughtering the people of Kjerag, turning Victoria's present into our future.

Enciodes : ...The Kjeragandr that the Vine-Bead Court worships is far more fragile than the one I worship.
If all it takes to overthrow our sacred beliefs are a few foreign tools, then how has Mount Karlan stood to this day?

Adso : How could it be that foreign tools can cover our mountains and rivers, yet foreign ideas can never be touched?

Enciodes : If this is what you believe, then you must also admit that what can conquer the body can also conquer the soul.
Born into a dark and hopeless era, you must race faster than the clouds to avoid being swallowed by darkness.
Faith should not drive people to become accustomed to the darkness, but rather unwaveringly affirm the yearning for light.

Adso : Yet, the more pious one is, the more destitute he becomes. In due time, he will see piety as a noose, and begin to hate the history of faith itself.
Which is why those who adhered to the teachings of Kjeragandr were ridiculed as pedantic and ignorant.
Without turning on the tap, there is no clean drinking water. Without applying chemical fertilizers, there is no fertile farmland.
You leveled the mountains and forests to build your factories, then sent the displaced back to the ruins of their homes to either sell their labor or die.
The lives you've improved for some, are fed by the happiness you've stolen from others.
O eloquent grandmaster, I ask you—how should we deal with the 'stragglers' left in your wake?

Enciodes : ...You are right. It is a heavy responsibility that I must accept.
However, the Vine-Bead Court only fantasizes about incremental change while continuing to regard doing nothing as a virtue.
Such people have no right to judge me.

Adso : I have never sought to block Kjerag's progress. My only responsibility is to pull the reins on self-important tourists before things spiral out of control.
You're moving too quickly, Sir Enciodes.

Enciodes : The way to format the Kjeragandr, the way to punctuate prayer passages, which hand to raise during rituals... are debates that can last for centuries.
Elder of Clan Browntail, you have both the talent and the platform, and yet you only yearn for the solace of the other shore.
Yet when you hide away in the Hall of Writings and philosophize from your armchair, do you know anything about where Kjerag is actually headed?

Adso : ...
What I know... is that Kjerag would never let an apostate take the helm. And, I have never been one to 'philosophize from my armchair'.
You are not the first apostate I've dealt with.
What memories come to mind when you hear the names, Olafur and Elizabeth Silverash?

Enciodes : What...?
...

<Background 6>

Victorian Agent : This bloody weather again... Damn it, why's there a traffic jam in a place like this?
Hey, you in the back. The road's about to get real bumpy.
If you want to be able to stand after getting out of the truck, I'd recommend taking a nap now and conserving your energy.

「Inside the rear compartment, the lights flicker as the truck sways. The passengers trying to escape sit upright on their haystacks, eyes tightly shut. 」

Victorian Agent : Shit, what's that thing in front of me?!
Urgh...

「An oil slick spills across the middle of the road, and in front of the stopped truck is a line of fully-armed men.
The engine emits a strange, strained noise, and the windows are splattered with paint.
Inside the driver's seat, the Victorian tightly grips the steering wheel. 」

[The vehicle brakes. ]

<Background 2>

Adso : I've never tried to hide where I come from, even though it's something that others have long forgotten.
...Luca Browntail. Ratatos and Sciurus's grandfather. My cousin.
In order to achieve the same goal, we accepted different fates—to safeguard Kjerag's order through the Tri-Clan Council and the Vine-Bead Court.
Though known for his ruthlessness, he still harbored fantasies about the Silverashes until the very end.
He said: 'A peaceful resolution is never impossible, as long as the couple are willing to make concessions.'
...But, I have never lived in fantasy.

Enciodes : That train accident...

Adso : Hahaha... Is that what you believe? Or, did Ratatos make you believe it?
How many clergymen and devotees do you think are out there among the commoners?
If the masses wish for Kjeragandr to punish the apostates, then I, serving the Vine-Bead Court, shall deliver on those wishes.

Enciodes : ...

Adso : ...Sir Enciodes!
The man who killed your parents is right in front of you.
Those who commit murder will be punished twice over by Kjeragandr. This crippled body has lost any meaning for me long ago!
I grant you permission to dispose of me as you wish for reasons private and public, not for treason, but for murder. Arrest me here and put me on trial!
Let the people of Kjerag see just how sinful it is to kill an apostate!

「The old man wobbles to his feet, his withered fingers clenching into fists as if using all his strength. Suddenly, he stretches his arms out before Enciodes.
Like a sinner waiting to have his confession heard, his cloudy eyes shine with a glimmer of light, as if seeking to quench decades of old grudges with another's anger.
Enciodes slowly closes his eyes, his fingertips wrapping tightly around his cane. 」

Enciodes : If you're trying to provoke me into acting out of line, I'm afraid your efforts are in vain.
I won't lay a finger on you here...
All I can do is ensure that you receive a fair trial...

After operation

Summary

Enciodes formally takes control of the Vine-Bead Court and arrests Elder Adso for colluding with Victoria. However, Caster turns the tables, publicly declaring that Karlan Trade is Victoria's greatest ally. Deep within the mines, Elena and her companions are disappointed to discover that their theories about the source of the Catastrophe are completely wrong.

<Background Black>

Distant Voice : Hurry it up! You in the back, keep up!
Our intel indicates that the target should be around here. Search carefully, and leave no stone unturned!

<Background 7>

Monch : ...

「After that woman left the room, an unknown amount of time passed, to the point that time itself seemed alien to Monch.
Only the stinging pain of the ropes tightly binding her reminds her that she has not yet lost consciousness.
Finally, a hopeful sound comes from beyond the door, and Monch musters what might she has left to shout out. 」

Monch : I'm... over here...
I'm—

「But try as she might, her parched throat can hardly produce a sound.
She laboriously crawls towards the door.
It opens. 」

Sciurus : Monch!

Monch : Madam... Why are you here...?

Sciurus : We've been searching for you ever since the Catastrophe hit! That damned Silverash, pretentious bastard. Thought they actually had some useful intel... but in the end, I still ended up having to do all the legwork myself to find you!
How're you doing? You hurt anywhere?
Wait, your leg—

Monch : I'm... fine...
Madam, listen to me...
The researcher I'm tracking... She's from Victoria, but more important... she's got ties, to Columbia...
What they're really after is...

Sciurus : Monch! MONCH!

<Background 6>

「Along the narrow mountain path, the convoy slowly plods onward.
After the incident's sudden outbreak, no shortage of people left their cars to observe the conflict's epicenter. 」

[Footsteps approach ]

Matterhorn : Turn off the engine. Get out.

[The Victorian agent exits the vehicle. ]

Victorian Agent : What do you think you're doing? Who the hell are you people?
I... I'm an industrial investigator dispatched from Victoria! This is illegal obstruction of official business!
You've damage our property, endangered Victorian lives, and almost even caused an accident! Mark my words, the Vine-Bead Court will hear of this!
Never should've come to this bloody shithole...

Matterhorn : ...Are you done?
Did you get all the pictures?

Silverash Clan Guard : Yessir!

Matterhorn : This is no time for you to try to twist the narrative, Victorian. Just cooperate.
Open up the rear compartment.

Victorian Agent : I...

Matterhorn : Unwilling to cooperate? Fine by me. You're more than welcome to conserve your energy to fend for yourselves before the court–if you're cold, I can offer you a blanket.

「Matterhorn waves his hand, and the guard pries open the rear compartment without a word.
Seated upright upon a haystack there is an old cleric.
He brushes the dust off his body and walks out.
It is an emotionless affair, hardly amounting to courage.
The old cleric gazes upon the blinding brightness before him, and recollects the scenes from before. 」

<Background fades out and in>

<Flashback starts here>

「Some ten minutes ago... 」

Carolin : Why'd the truck stop?
Have we arrived?
...

「Carolin lowers her voice. 」

Carolin : ...Did something happen?

Elderly Cleric : Stay calm, young lady.

Carolin : ...Did they find us?

Elderly Cleric : ...

<Flashback ends here>

<Background fades out and in>

Gnosis : I didn't expect to find you here, Cleric of the Vine-Bead Court.
Let's continue this conversation elsewhere. This place is less than ideal.

Elderly Cleric : You are as hasty as always, young master of Clan Edelweiss.
Honorable friends of Clan Silverash, I apologize for disturbing your work during this inclement weather.
I am more than glad to go along with your arrangements.

Gnosis : Looks like the one we're after isn't here.

<Background fades out and in>

<Flashback starts here>

Elderly Cleric : I do believe this is where we part ways, young lady from Victoria.

Carolin : Are you getting off?

Elderly Cleric : No, I'll stay here. Just keep walking forward, and don't look back.
The entrance isn't far off. Silverash's people will surely notice this truck. Get out of here before they find you.
By Kjeragandr... trust me.

「The old cleric helps Carolin up. 」

Carolin : I'll do as you said.
But, you'll also be exposed.

Elderly Cleric : That, too, is Kjeragandr's will. What I cannot change, I shall therefore accept.
I ask only for Her forgiveness.

Carolin : I can't say I understand what your beliefs truly are—but maybe some day, I will.
I respect your beliefs, so I will also try to find a way to live in peace. Best of luck to you, sir.

「Carolin gets out of the truck and runs without stopping, in a direction leading far, far from Kjerag.
Shedding her stained cleric's robes, she shivers from the cold.
Alone she walks through the vast, pale mountainscape.
Until in the distance, a dark tunnel entrance beckons to her. 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background fades out and in>

「Through the telescope's lens, Gnosis sees the mysterious scientist step into the shadows. 」

Gnosis : ...
Arrest these two and have them sent straight to the Vine-Bead Court.

<Background 1>

[Door opens ]

Degenbrecher : I've brought one.

Enciodes : ...
I'm afraid I cannot grant your wish, Great Elder.

「Upon hearing that long-awaited voice, Enciodes stands up and walks past the old man who remains frozen like a wooden sculpture. 」

Degenbrecher : Gnosis executed the plan. The Tschäggättä deployed immediately on his signal.

「Before the presence of these wraiths, the clerics could do nothing but stumble back into their abodes, their tender faces affixed in fear. 」

Vine-Bead Apprentice Cleric : I, I'm one of the Vine-Bead Court's clerics! You can't treat me like this—

Tschäggättä : Shut up and stop resisting!

Vine-Bead Apprentice Cleric : ...Master Frey is here too! Please, help me!

「The one just brought in was the once-arrogant envoy of the Vine-Bead Court. His gaze sweeps over the shouting cleric, and he shakes his head. 」

Enciodes : Father Frey, I believe I can now explain your actions.

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : ...

Enciodes : Victoria's agents conspired with the Vine-Bead Court's clerics to smuggle spies out of the country through the mine railway, but were caught red-handed thanks to Karlan Trade.
And before that, you were assisting the Victorians with scouring the mining site. Premeditated ill-intent.
And lest you forget, you protected the suspect following Ratatos's funeral.
You will formally be put on trial for these crimes.

Vine-Bead Court Envoy : By Kjeragandr... Forgive him, for he knows not of what he speaks––

Enciodes : It is a fact that spies have infiltrated the Vine-Bead Court. I urge you to not resist. Cooperation with our investigation is the only path to leniency.
Take Elder Great Adso, Father Frey, and the other elders of the Vine-Bead Court away for questioning. The other clerics are to remain there, awaiting their summons.

Tschäggättä : Yessir!

Enciodes : Now then, Great Elder Adso––

Adso : ...

[The Tschäggättä bring Elder Adso away. ]

Adso : Silverash, do you think you've won?
'Those who live by the blade will find their arrogance short-lived.'
I wonder, just how long will your arbitrary reign of terror last?

「Without making any unnecessary movements, Adso gives a slight nod to the crowd, then slowly walks to the door. 」

Vine-Bead Apprentice Cleric : Great Elder! What should we do?!

Adso : ...Survive.
The rest is already written in the scriptures. I have nothing else to say.
You are Her servants, and whatever happens, you must act according to your conscience.

Vine-Bead Apprentice Cleric : ...

Enciodes : Take him away.
By Kjeragandr, may the guilty receive their fair trial.

<Background 8>

[Enya, Elena, and Joanna go deep into the mines. ]

Joanna : This is an abandoned mining shaft—the torches and tunnel lights don't work anymore. Bend down carefully, and watch your head...
If we wrap around from this side, we should just be able to make it...
Urgh!

Elena : Watch out!
...Come over first. Watch your step.

「Joanna shifts her feet, and several rocks tumble down the cave, the sounds of dislodged pebbles echoing through the cracked crevices as they fall. She shudders. 」

Joanna : So deep... You'd probably turn into a stain on the ground if you fell from this height...
Damn those Victorians for causing trouble in the mines... Else, we wouldn't have to come this way...
Huh? Saintess, what are you looking at?

Enya : There's a light ahead; it must be the path leading to the main ore vein. Come—let's hold hands, just like before.
We are just a few steps shy of our answer. We mustn't run into danger here.
Soon... We will find all our answers.

<Background fades out and in>

「The map is illuminated by the flickering light of the oil lamp. They hardly converse, moving forward in silence, their steps filled with both fear and anticipation.
But eventually, the search comes to an end. 」

Elena : ...

Enya : ...Are you sure this is the right place? Might we have made a mistake?

Elena : No... I'm sure of it.
This is the mine I previously calculated and located... There's no way this could be the wrong place.

Enya : But...

Joanna : What are you two talking about? This is the place we were looking for, yeah?

Elena : ...
According to my plan, we should be able to find an Originium vein here... My deduction can be proven correct, if and only if it exists...
But, this place...

Enya : ...is an Oriron mine.

Joanna : What...?

Elena : I've investigated and analyzed everything; these are all just ordinary Oriron deposits. There's no chance they're related to Catastrophe...
...Let alone any traces of 'extraterrestrial objects'. Where did we go wrong?
But, why?! We clearly saw a bunch of trucks transporting Originium on our way here! How could this all just be Oriron?

Enya : ...

<Flashback starts here>

「It doesn't take long for Enya to grasp the schemes of the man bonded to her by blood. 」

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 8>

Enya : Indeed... We came to the wrong place.
The mineral vein here is not the 'Heart of Karlan', but rather, the 'Bones of Kjerag'...
The bones that uphold Kjerag's spine...

Joanna : ...Um, may I say something?
The Heart of Karlan is a pure core that validates faith. Man's eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and hands can deceive, and only the heart cannot. Such is written in the Kjeragandr.
But, I don't think we're being unfaithful or impious.
We all know how much we've done... and surely, She must know too.
Just like how give everything on the hunt, only to come up empty-handed and go hungry through the night.
But, we must have faith. Faith in the land of Kjerag. Faith in Kjeragandr's protection. She promised us that as long as we have our two hands, we shall not starve or freeze to death in Kjerag's lands.
So, Great Saintess, come. Let's try again––

Enya : Huh? Try... what?

Joanna : Use your bell to call Kjeragandr.
That sweet bell—the sound of the Saintess who played to awaken Kjeragandr, the clear sound beloved of Her, the sound that is Her call.
So it says in the Kjeragandr that burdenbeasts wearing this bell will not be snatched away by wild beasts; they shall not fall ill or die young, and shall find their way back home should they ever be lost.

Enya : ...

Joanna : For one's 'heart to be astray' is to be lost too, right? I don't totally get what it means, but I heard it from one of the clerics at the Vine-Bead Court!

Enya : ...

「Unlike her two dejected companions, the girl shows no signs of discouragement and is eager to try again. 」

Enya : That's right. We should keep trying. Perhaps Kjeragandr will respond to us.

[Enya rings her bell. ]

「The silver bell rings out on high, its engraved patterns shimmering beneath the hazy light of the miner's lamps.
She had tried to call out like this before. At the Vine-Bead Court, in her own bedroom, among her books, while resting among the snow-capped mountains.
Ring—ring—
The clear, cold sound of the silver bell echoes through the empty cave. 」

Elena : ...Woah, that's...!

Elena : This sound, this frequency... Why does it sound so alike?!

Enya : Did you discover something?

Elena : That frequency! The echoes of your bell throughout the cave sound just like that one audio recording from the observatory—almost identical, even!

Enya : Is that just a coincidence?

Elena : A coincidence? No...
'In nature, no two snowflakes are exactly alike'...
Say, Saintess... Where exactly did that bell come from?

Enya : That would require going back to very ancient legends...
In Kjerag history, there was a long span of time where Kjeragandr fell into deep slumber until She was awoken by a devout Saintess.
It was Kjeragandr's gift to that Saintess.
I've also heard that when subsequent craftsmen made bells for the Saintesses, they sought to imitate the sounds of the mountains...

Elena : The sounds of the mountains...? What kind of mountain could make a sound––

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 9>

Carolin : A Feranmut?

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 8>

Elena : Impossible... How could that be...
Snap out of it, Elena... You're a scientist. How could you let your faith falter at a time like this...?

Enya : Elena, are you saying that on the day before the Catastrophe, something fell onto Mount Karlan, thus creating that sound?

Elena : Based on my previous conjectures, yes...

Enya : So think about it this way... If we think of the mountain as a huge bell, doesn't that mean there's probably a huge hollow inside it?

Elena : Theoretically speaking, that would... be possible... But, do you know where a massive hollow like that could exist?

Enya : There is a rumor not recorded in Kjerag's official history, and it also happens to be related to the Saintess who awakened Kjeragandr.
A long, long time ago, there once was an uprising against the Vine-Bead Court in Kjerag.
The people had grown dissatisfied because Kjeragandr had not performed any miracles in a long time, and so they marched upon the Vine-Bead Court. Their wrath was only quelled when the Saintess awakened the sleeping deity.
During the chaos, a number of clerics took their precious scriptures and took refuge within Mount Karlan, therefore preserving some of their valuable knowledge.
Yet regardless, the classic works of the Vine-Bead Court still suffered a break in continuity around that time.
What if... the account of Kjeragandr leaving her people within the scriptures... is actually a description of this event?

Elena : Great Saintess... If this sanctuary truly exists, will we find traces of the 'Kjeragandr' there?
Where should we even look?

Enya : Behind the Vine-Bead Court... the place leading to Mount Karlan's summit.

「Enya tightly grips the silver bell in her hand. She seems to hear the wind and the snow, as well as the footsteps that would occasionally shadow her while she worked at the Vine-Bead Court.
Whose voice was that? Who was calling to her from behind? Who would pat her on the shoulders and bring honeyed cystymilk to her while she was burning the midnight oil to organize her scriptures?
All she can hear and see is the pure white snow that never stops blowing with the wind. 」

Enya : O Kjeragandr on high, please grant us your guidance.
May the path we walk be true.

<Background 10>

「'A cleric from the Vine-Bead Court, in collusion with Victorian agents, stole important military intelligence and was arrested yesterday.'
'Great Elder Adso confessed to some of these allegations, and agreed to fully cooperate with the investigation. During this time, all activities of the Vine-Bead Court are to be suspended.'
'There is considerable evidence suggesting that Victorian agents are involved in a string of unusual natural and social phenomena.'
'Karlan Trade is also assembling scientific researchers to assess the possibility of an espionage-related Catastrophe.'
'As a reminder to all citizens of Kjerag: If any foreign national approaches you under the guise of offering charity, business ventures, or gathering news, please be extremely vigilant...'
... 」

<Background 11>

Angered Local : I knew it!
The Great Elder and that Victorian duke are in cahoots! Look what those bastards have brought upon us!

Anxious Local : Couldn't it just be one big misunderstanding? If even the Vine-Bead Court has betrayed Kjeragandr... My goodness...

Angered Local : They've been mucking about with the Victorians, and you still give them the benefit of the doubt?

Anxious Local : But, hasn't the Karlan Trade you seem to trust so much been dealing with Victoria this whole time...?

Angered Local : The only reason you can even hear all this on the radio is thanks to Karlan Trade. But what about the Vine-Bead Court? What've they ever done for you?

Nosy Local : Stop your bickering. Victorian broadcasting has a response. Shut up and listen.

Angered Local : I don't give a damn what they have to say!

Anxious Local : ...I need to make sense of all of this.

[The locals twist the radio dial. ]

「...
"Sir Wilson, you are highly respected by Her Grace the Duke, as well as an expert on the Kjerag affair. We would like to ask you—how should we interpret the attitude displayed by Enciodes Silverash?" 」

「"I see it as nothing more than a way of quelling the public discontent in Kjerag. Enciodes has always been a close partner of Victoria." 」

「"Don't you find that somewhat difficult to believe?" 」

「"Even based on publicly-available information, it is an indisputable fact that Victoria has been the primary beneficiary of many of the trade contracts strongly spearheaded by Enciodes himself."
"With the help of Karlan Trade, Kjerag's development has almost entirely come off the back of Victoria's aid, from the import of breeding beasts and fertilizers to railway technology and even Originium processing."
"In return, Enciodes has committed to handing over more than forty percent of Kjerag's natural resources for Victoria's development.'
"Not along ago, Karlan Trade also handed over a mining site that was being worked by Kazimierz to the Duke of Caster." 」

「"Then, it seems that Enciodes is trying to maintain an attitude of ambiguity. That being the case, are you not worried that his attempts to soothe the public will anger the Duke?" 」

「"Lest you forget, Enciodes is the Duke's grand-nephew, and the blood of Caster flows in his veins. The delicate understanding between him and the Duke is, without a doubt, difficult for outsiders to grasp."
"What you may not know is that even while he issued the statement, he also submitted a new mining agreement to the Duke, who has already signed and returned it. Expect a joint announcement on this matter in short time."
"I have obtained the key points of this agreement and would like to share them with you here. Do take a look at these graphs, good sir." 」

「"'Karlan Trade is willing to entrust 100% of future mining rights to a foundation established jointly with the Duke of Caster'. This truly is..." 」

「"Just the tip of the iceberg. Look at what comes next..."
... 」

<Background 11>

Victorian Reporter : Nonsense!

「The young reporter is startled by the volume of her outburst. She instinctively reaches to pat her bulging backpack before turning around.
Seeing the empty street makes her let out a heavy sigh. 」

Victorian Reporter : Phew... Looks like they won't be able to catch up to me.
Camera, recorder, film prints... Everything's here. This time, I won't let them take these away!

「She then looks at the statue of Kjeragandr in the distance, pulls down the brim of her hat, and walks toward the city's center. 」

Operation story: OS-8

Before operation

Summary

Thanks to the shift in public opinion done at the Duke of Caster's instigation, Enciodes is forced to take a passive stance in Kjerag. A Victorian reporter is suddenly attacked and abducted while interviewing the people. When she awakens, she sees Ratatos, very much not dead.

<Background 1>

「The empty silence leaves one feeling colder than ever. The reporter's heavy bag slows her down, her footsteps upon the snow clear for all to hear. 」

Victorian Reporter : Less people than before, even here...
...Hmm?

[She approaches a local. ]

Victorian Reporter : Miss! Sorry to bother you, can I ask you a few quick questions?

Rushed Local : About?

Victorian Reporter : Right now, Karlan Trade—

Rushed Local : I'd rather not have to hear that name.
Sir Enciodes needs to come out and go over why he signed those agreements already.
"Resources for development", what rubbish. All we got for our resources was a Catastrophe. How's he going to explain that, huh?

Victorian Reporter : ...

「By the time the reporter finishes digesting the lady's angry words, she has already long-since left with a swish of her cloak. 」

[A man passes by. ]

Victorian Reporter : ...Excuse me, sir!

Kind Local : Ah, you're one of those reporters from Victoria?
Kjerag's not been the kindest place, lately. Even us locals prefer holing up at home. You best take care.

Victorian Reporter : It's times like these where I can't be afraid, otherwise I'm not fit to hold this camera.
...But thanks for the heads-up, anyhow. What I'd like to know is, how do you see Enciodes right now, in your honest opinion?

Kind Local : Hmm... Sorry, Miss, I think he's cheated Kjerag, but Victoria's worth doubting too.
I've seen how big the changes here have been these past few years. If you said Enciodes hasn't had any difficulty making those changes, then I'd say you're wrong.
If only the Great Elder of the Court could come out and say a few words, it'd all be fine—

「A stone flies right past the tip of the reporter's nose all of a sudden, smashing the store window behind her. 」

Victorian Reporter : Eek—!

Angry Local : Get out of Kjerag, Victorian scum!
Enciodes, the Vine-Bead Court, us, we've all got nothing to do with you!
Still got the stones to take pictures?! Get the faen off our land already!

「Nothing has left her with complicated feelings more than this moment.
She has seen the ordinary people of Kjerag slowly become more mistrustful, more on-edge.
Yet she has also seen once-trusted members of the camera crew sneak into her room to inspect her drafts and camera, over and over. 」

<Background fades out>

「As the man picks up yet another stone, she bows goodbye to her interviewee, and runs away from the scene...
It seems her only choice is to escape... but escape to where? 」

<Background 2>

[A child runs towards her. ]

Local Child : Are you Victorian, miss?

Victorian Reporter : Ah... Hello there.
Do... you hate Victoria?

Local Child : Nope, I don't.

「A dirty little hand reaches out to her, with a piece of stale Victorian bread sitting in the palm. 」

Local Child : But my pappa told me to throw these all away. He said we wouldn't have any Victorian charity in our house.

Victorian Reporter : Then...

Local Child : But Kjeragandr taught us to love our neighbors, and repay kindness with kindness.
So, I wanted to give it back to you.

「As she watches the child hurry away, the reporter feels as if the dry bread in her hand is choking her throat. Her eyelids tremble, and she clenches her teeth... 」

[Someone hits her head from behind and she collapses. ]

<Background fades out>

Indistinct Voice : Get her in the car. Don't let anyone see.

「That is the last thing she remembers hearing before she loses consciousness. 」

<Background 3>

[Door opens ]

Harold : Sorry for bothering you with yet another visit, Mr. Silverash.
Perhaps you would rather be seeing some other pretty face during all this hubbub...

Enciodes : There is no need to be so humble.
Kjerag is indebted to you for your care, and I had hoped for the chance to express my gratitude.

Harold : Hardly, hardly... It seems my long-awaited return has left me awash with churning emotion once more.
I would like nothing more than to be the bearer of good news every time I come over, before throwing my old bones into the mountains for some peace and quiet.
But life is a fickle thing, and it demands we improvise, does it not?

Enciodes : I do believe you are here to give me some bad news, Lord Viscount, but not in the name of Caster.

Harold : Hmph, I'd rather not get mixed up with that old lady's affairs again.
Though based on what went on the last time I was here... It's her who doesn't want to get mixed up with me.

Enciodes : With all that said, My Lord...

Harold : Ah, yes, on to business, I know you're a busy man.
I am here to bid you farewell, Mr. Silverash.

Enciodes : If the recent shift in public opinion against Victoria has troubled you, then I can—

Harold : No, no, no, nothing of the sort...
...I had hoped against hope that old Caster was also reaching the age where she spoke from the heart.
That tends to bring a bit of sweetness to the tongue, no? But as you can see, things have come to this.
Though I may seem a dotard these days, I still find myself compelled to ask you one thing...
Is there truly no other way?

Enciodes : You know her plans involve more than just a few mines, My Lord.
From the moment she laid hands on Ensia, this negotiation has become wholly unacceptable to me.

Harold : So how do you plan to handle her? Are you really prepared to cross swords with her?

Enciodes : You know better than I that if we do not keep the idea of 'crossing swords' on the table, then Kjerag may as well already be in her pocket.

Harold : Of course I do...
*sigh* What to say, what to say...
Knowing how the old lady is, she will never let your little tiff go now that it's reached this stage.
I truly am worried for you, Sir Enciodes. Whatever shall you do next?

Enciodes : What is there to do but to seize the opportunity?
Since you have mentioned her, you are also an old acquaintance of Her Grace, are you not?

Harold : Me?
Hardly know her.
A few years back, we'd chat about family matters, and she'd always grumble to me about how none of the young Casters were worth a damn.
The less useful they turn out to be, the more hasty she gets in doing things. Who would have guessed that she was known as a complete enigma in her youth...

Enciodes : I had a brief encounter with Her Grace a decade or so ago. Her grandeur strikes me even now.

Harold : Hah, no need to butter her up to me.
I am fully aware that her high-and-mighty noble posturing is something she can never change.
No matter how many schemes are brewing behind the scenes, one must always keep one's face haughty and dignified.

[There's another knock at the door. ]

Harold : Well, that's that. I'm sure your people have more urgent things to trouble you with. I should be heading off right about now.

Enciodes : This talk of ours has been productive, My Lord.
I hope I will have a more suitable opportunity in the future to invite you to Kjerag.

Harold : Haha, couldn't ask for better!
Ah, yes...
(Quietly) When you next see Her Grace, by no means tell her I've been calling her 'old' behind her back.

Enciodes : ...I would never, Lord Viscount.

Harold : Atta boy.
I too, am really looking forward to the chance to visit Kjerag again.

<Background Black>

「... 」

Indistinct Voice : Yes, nobody saw us.
It was no trouble, Matriarch. Your request is my—
I'll bring her over right away.

「... 」

??? : Hey, wakey-wakey!

<Background 4>

Victorian Reporter : ...I...This is... I was at—

Browntail Guard : Half a day's sleep not enough for you? Get up, our Matriarch has things she wants to ask you.

Victorian Reporter : What...?
Who... brought me here...?

??? : Hmph. How long will it take you to learn a gentle touch?

Browntail Guard : I-I'm sorry.
Matriarch.

Ratatos : Hey, you awake yet?
No thrashing about, unless you feel like the ropes around your wrists aren't chafing enough.

Victorian Reporter : ...
Ah, Ratatos!
...Matriarch Ratatos. I thought you were—

Ratatos : Not a single burn on me. Real surprising, isn't it?
When you get the chance, tell your colleagues that when dealing with the Browntails, best check the room for tricks.

Victorian Reporter : My... colleagues?

Ratatos : Be honest now, my little spy. What were you hoping to capture on that camera of yours, all those days you were sneaking about?

Victorian Reporter : Wait, what... No, you misunderstand me, Madam! How could I be a spy?!

Ratatos : *sigh*...
That's what all the other spies we got said too.

「The guards rifle through the reporter's back and throw its contents onto the floor: the photos she has taken and developed the past few days. 」

Ratatos : We wouldn't care much about you if you take pictures of local traditions or even patrolling guards.
But you didn't hesitate before taking a bunch of pictures of the Vine-Bead Court. You even went to a few mountains, clicking that shutter of yours.
Don't think I don't know anything.

Victorian Reporter : ...
Matriarch Ratatos, whether you believe me or not, I really am nothing more than a regular reporter.
If I was a spy, why would I be walking around with all this evidence on me?
With all this chaos going on right now, I could have easily given it all to my colleagues at the TV station.

Ratatos : That's what you need to explain.
Fact of the matter is, you were carrying a great deal of suspicious material, and had a very strange itinerary. How do I know you weren't trying to flee?

Victorian Reporter : Because I'm trying to protect that material!
The Duke of Caster wants control over public opinion. The news office sent people to join the camera crew, and they've been sneaking into my room to edit my pictures.
If I didn't try to get away, most of them would be confiscated, maybe even used to misrepresent things here.
Everything they do is to whitewash Victoria trying to strong-arm its way into Kjerag!

Ratatos : ...

Victorian Reporter : If you think these pictures will be of any use to Kjerag, you can have them all.
I just want you to release them, to let more people know what's going on here...
It doesn't need Victoria's 'support', but real, actual help!

Ratatos : ...
That might be tricky.
Is Enciodes able to take a call right now?

[The door opens and Degenbrecher walks in. ]

Degenbrecher : He has more pressing matters to handle, so he sent me as support.

Ratatos : After my lovely funeral, I handed the spies we captured over to him. According to our agreement, he was supposed to send backup.
And in the end, he only sent one woman, even if she is the Black Knight.
Not sure if I should call him generous or stingy here...

Degenbrecher : ...

Ratatos : So, what's his plan for dealing with Caster?

Degenbrecher : We're still gathering information on our enemy. I was also sent here to help with your interrogations.
The most critical thing to find out now, is if this reporter has taken any photos of 'things in the mountains'.

Ratatos : Ah, yes, our little friend here...
I can untie your restraints, but first, you need to promise me...
You'll answer all my questions. That sound alright to you?

After operation

Summary

Enciodes resigns his post at Karlan Trade. As the new representative of Karlan Trade, Gnosis halts all collaboration with Victoria. Carolin is nearly killed by the Victorians after handing over her intelligence, but she is rescued by the Maylander Foundation.

<Background 3>

[Door opens ]

「An empty office.
Gnosis is unused to the sight. He walks to his desk. Under his mug, filled with steaming-hot fresh coffee, is a document with Enciodes's signature. 」

Gnosis : 'Letter of Appointment'.
Would it have killed you to come over and say goodbye...?

<Flashback starts here>

Enciodes : ...It is signed.

Gnosis : You know how risky this is.
Minerals and land are inseparable. We shall bypass the Vine-Bead Court and sign cooperative mining agreements with foreign nations ourselves.
This will cause a lot of headaches for us in the future.

Enciodes : If we do not pay them their pound of flesh now to close the gap, they shall simply demand much more from us later.
This is the lowest price we are able to bear.

Gnosis : Your calculations are rather optimistic, Enciodes.

Enciodes : And you have always been less optimistic than I am, no matter the topic.
Which means most times, you have been able to walk further than me.

Gnosis : ...
If it wasn't for that optimism of yours, I would not have the confidence to take a single step in the darkness.

Enciodes : Heh.
It has been a long while since I heard such praise from you.
Go, see our plans through, Gnosis.

Gnosis : ...

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 3>

Karlan Trade Employee : Everyone from middle management and above is here. We can start the camera at any time.

Gnosis : Begin recording.

[An employee starts the camera. ]

Karlan Trade Employee : Yes, sir. What is today's announcement about?

Gnosis : I have gathered you all here today to announce a major change in personnel.
As of today, Enciodes Silverash will no longer serve as Chairman and CEO of Karlan Trade.
Enciodes admits all responsibility for the recent occupational incidents and has resigned. The Board of Directors has already ratified his request.
At the same time, the Board has decided that I, Gnosis Edelweiss, shall take over all of Enciodes's duties.
Now, allow me to make the first proclamation of Karlan Trade's new era as a representative of the Board, to all our colleagues, and to the people of Kjerag.
...
Karlan Trade shall be ceasing all collaboration with Victoria.
As for the many past agreements that Enciodes insisted on signing, they shall all be temporarily paused until the Board has decided on further courses of action.
At this extraordinary time, I ask all our colleagues to work hard at their posts, to keep the development of Kjerag at the forefront of their minds, and to sweep away the lingering problems of the past.
...
Kjerag needs us.

<Background 5>

[Two guards approach the door to the prison cells. ]

Flippant Kjerag Guard : Wake up, we're here for our shift.

Impatient Kjerag Guard : ...Sure took your time.

Flippant Kjerag Guard : First time we've been here, had to find the place.
This lot been much trouble?

Impatient Kjerag Guard : Most of them aren't talking much. Just mind the lead geezer.

Flippant Kjerag Guard : Which one's he?
Isn't the Vine-Bead Court all geezers?

「Everyone bursts out in laughter before heading off, leaving just the two guards to take their shift. 」

Cautious Kjerag Guard : ...You should ease it up a bit. How could you disrespect the elders like that? You're from Kjerag too, right?

Flippant Kjerag Guard : Still sticking up for him? It was this bunch of Schiisdräck who got us into this mess—

Cautious Kjerag Guard : Shut it, you got a death wish?

「The two guards look towards Elder Adso as he sits within his cell. He is focused on the thick tome in his hands, playing with a corner of the page as he thinks. 」

Cautious Kjerag Guard : All's good.

Flippant Kjerag Guard : What're you so afraid of? They've been talking big for centuries now, but it's not like the Court's managed to flip Kjerag upside-down, have they?

Cautious Kjerag Guard : They're the vicars of Kjeragandr. Even if you don't respect the elders, you should still respect Her.

Flippant Kjerag Guard : What's the Court done that a guy like me needs to respect them?
When my mom was sick, the clerics picked some grass for her to eat. Made me pray to the grass, saying that it would bring Kjeragandr's protection.
In the end, we brought her to one of Karlan Trade's doctors. He told me, if we had kept going with the clerics' 'treatment plan', she wouldn't have lasted another day.
I'd say the real vicar is Sir Enciodes!

Adso : ...'The scholar known as Jürgen was an ardent follower of Her, and did much good. Out of resentment, evil men accused him of stealing courtly coin, and he was to be put to death a few days hence.'
'Jürgen's limbs were bound tight, and at night, he heard the clattering of soldiers' swords. He knew his death was near, and in his heart, he was anguished.'

Cautious Kjerag Guard : This is...

Flippant Kjerag Guard : Guess I found which geezer to look out for.

「The guard raises his baton as he approaches Adso's cell, striking the bars over and over. Adso does not stop his recitation as he looks at the guard calmly. 」

Flippant Kjerag Guard : Hey, greybeard, shut your mouth while you're in that cell.
Think about how you're going to explain all your sins to Kjeragandr when you meet Her.

Adso : ...
"Jürgen looked up but saw no light. In his futility, he knelt upon the straw lining his cell, in supplication to Her."
"O Righteous Kjeragandr, have I not done good in Your name? Have I not sought truth in Your name?"
"Do good men die in Your kingdom while the unjust gain salvation?"
"Why do the lawmakers only hear absurd falsities? Why do the people I saved stand in unspeaking silence?"

Cautious Kjerag Guard : ...

Flippant Kjerag Guard : Schiisdräck! Have you no shame, you traitor?!
I'm going to teach you a lesson—

「The guard puts his baton away before taking out his key to open the cell door, though it keeps missing the keyhole as his right hand trembles in rage. 」

Adso : ..."O Kjeragandr! Though my body be trapped in gaol, my soul still seeks Your mercy."
"Whilst my eyes can still see, and my ears can still hear, stretch out Your righteous hands to me!"

Flippant Kjerag Guard : I swear, today is going to be the last day you can even open a copy of the Kjeragandr!

[As the guard is about to strike Elder Adso, the other guard suddenly knocks him out. ]

Cautious Kjerag Guard : ...
Wh-What have I done...
I hurt another guard...

Adso : You have done well, my child.
Our divine duty is not limited to the three clans, the Saintess, or the Vine-Bead Court.
All children of Kjerag must be ready to carry out Her will at any time.
Just like you did.

Cautious Kjerag Guard : I remember... "Jürgen the Confessor".
When I was young, I was lost in the snowy mountains. Just as I was about to black out, a cleric saved me.
When we were on his burdenbeast, he took off his coat and wrapped it tight around me, telling me the story of Jürgen, and how Kjeragandr will save all the innocents...

Adso : Where are the other clerics imprisoned, my child?

Cautious Kjerag Guard : Nearby.

Adso : Find an opportunity to free them. Let them escape, then save yourself.
Conflict brews atop the mountains. The Vine-Bead Court shall rebuild everything upon the ruins.
Allow me to tell you the end of the tale of Jürgen the Confessor.

<Background 6>

Kjerag Guard : Halt!
Don't force my hand, Great Elder. We are armed, and we will not allow anyone to leave!

Adso : ...I will walk by you.
If you insist on using bows and crossbows to run counter to Her will, then aim at your own hearts. Try it.

Kjerag Guard : You...

「The guards who rushed over look at their comrades with raised eyebrows as they form two lines. Many of them have chosen to stow their weapons, opening up a narrow passage.
Adso lowers his head as he walks through the guards, leaving behind faint footprints in the snow.
... 」

<Background Black>

"As the words left Jürgen's mouth, the entire gaol began to sway, as wind and snow entered through the cracks."
"The walls around the imprisoned devotee were as rotten trees, shattering into dust as his body was enveloped in blinding light."
"The soldiers were thrown to the ground, their weapons shattered, but they themselves were unharmed. They prostrated themselves at Jürgen's feet, weeping as they confessed their sins."
"Jürgen the Confessor then walked the lands of the three clans, preaching this miracle the rest of his life."
"And thus, Kjeragandr stretches out Her hand to those who call for Her, to enact Her justice."

<Background 7>

「She has slowly lost all sensation in her joints as her shoes sink into the soft snow, step after step after step, yet her legs do not stop moving, even as she gulps lungfuls of frigid air. 」

Carolin : Hah.... hah....
...Who's... Hah...

「There is the vague shape of people in the distance. They draw close to her, but the lights flashing before her eyes make her unable to recognize them. 」

Carolin : You...

[A bunch of agents arrive. ]

Victorian Agent : We have been ordered to receive you, Madam Carolin.
Though there should be others with you here.

Carolin : ...
They got taken by the locals.

Victorian Agent : Then, are there any issues with the intelligence?

Carolin : You can tell Her Grace that the power hiding behind Kjerag has disappeared.
I've observed and recorded the fall of some extraterrestrial object to the surface. The ensuing Catastrophe is further proof of my conclusion.
Whether it's the energy field theory or the Feranmut hypothesis, it explains the changes that happened to Kjerag.
Take this folder, all my research into several hypotheses about Kjerag is in it. You can—

[The agents suddenly point their firearms at her. ]

Carolin : What the—?!

Victorian Agent : I am terribly sorry, Madam.
Did you really believe you could hide your personal communications with the Maylander Foundation from us?
Her Grace has asked us to bring back only the data.
I believe she is very interested in the fact that Kjerag has lost its protection.

Carolin : You—
...
Extraterrestrial objects, Feranmut legends...
There are still so many marvelous things we don't know the truth about across this great land.
But all you care about is deception, robbery and murder. Everything else is worthless to you.
If I didn't need you to escape from Kjerag...
I would never work with people like you!

Victorian Agent : I shall pass on your complaint to Her Grace, verbatim.
Goodbye, Madam. Thank you for your patriotic 'service'.

[They prepare to fire at her. ]

「She sighs deeply, unsure of whom she is actually feeling sorry for. 」

<Background Smoke suddenly appears...>

Victorian Agent : A smoke grenade?

[As arrows and explosives bombard the Victorians. ]

Victorian Agent : Enemy attack! Look for cover!

「The night is enveloped in smoke and gunfire, leaving the snowfield in utter chaos.
At least, until a black off-roader courses out of the smoke. In its wake are the Victorian agents, futilely shooting at the vehicle as it drives into the distance. 」

<Background fades out and in>

Maylander Foundation Agent : Sorry to put you through that, Carolin.
Had to take our time so the Victorians wouldn't spot us.
Got all your stuff?

Carolin : ...

「She lowers her head, pulling out a marked file on the extraterrestrial object from the various documents before handing it to the agent sitting in the front seat. 」

Carolin : ...So, when can I start my research?

Maylander Foundation Agent : No need to be so hasty, Miss. My boss wants to have a chat with you first. He's really interested in hearing what you're studying.
I think you'll be working with us for a long, long time.

「Carolin nods her head, before she suddenly realizes something.
She never had the chance to actually hand over Victoria's 'Kjerag report'.
She rolls down the car window, heedless of the cold wind blowing in. She takes out the papers she so painstakingly wrote in Kjerag, one after the other, and throws them out the window with nary a moment's hesitation.
The paper is all the more white under the black night, like fresh snow falling upon the wilds.
They spin through the air, buoyed by cold wind and political maelstrom both. 」

Carolin : Here's your things back, Victoria.

OS-ST-3: Road of the Heartseekers

Summary

Caster personally leads her troops to Kjerag, letting all know of Enciodes's 'exploitative, dictatorial, wicked deeds'. Elder Adso encounters Enya's party atop Mount Karlan. The two of them debate religion, heading deeper into Karlan together to seek the truth.

<Background 1>

Ratatos : So according to you, that Duke Caster has had her spies embedded in Kjerag for a long, long time. And it's all to prepare for a future annexation?
But how is she going to do that?

Victorian Reporter : To be more precise... this is my educated guess based on what I've learned in Kjerag.

Ratatos : So out of all the Victorians sneaking around Kjerag, you happen to be the only actual reporter who's after truth and righteousness and suchlike?

Victorian Reporter : Well, you don't have to be so rude about it!
My name's Alberta. If you're familiar with the Victorian newsprint business, you would've heard that name in conjunction with many articles about the truth that were deemed 'unprintable'.

Alberta : I take pride in my work, no matter what they say.

Ratatos : Hmph...
I'll believe you for now, little Miss Reporter, but this doesn't mean you're completely free of suspicion.
I've had my guards rip out the spies your people sent after the explosion.
If you're telling the truth, then take us to your crew's station. I've got a lot of things I'd like to ask the agents you mentioned.
You wouldn't refuse me, would you?

Alberta : But—

Ratatos : ?!

Degenbrecher : Move!

「Degenbrecher grabs Ratatos and the reporter, pulling them into the back room as a stun grenade from who-knows-where goes off in the interrogation room.
In the distance, a Browntail guard who was unable to get out of the way in time screams. A throwing knife has pierced his heart. 」

Ratatos : Dammit!

「Degenbrecher pokes her body out the doorway, hiding back behind the door as another knife flies towards her. She watches it tremble after it embeds itself in the door frame. 」

Degenbrecher : These knives are the ones used by the Trilby Ashers.
You two stay hidden here. I'll go confirm the scale of the raid and their strategy.

「As she finishes speaking, she suddenly draws her twin weapons, knocking two knives thrown from the shadows out of the air before springing forward to attack. The dust she kicks up forces the reporter to squint. 」

Ratatos : You—
What the hell's going on? How do the Trilby Ashers know about this place?
Did you leak it to them? But I've been watching you the whole time, that can't be...

Alberta : I didn't! I even checked over all my things, and made sure nobody was following me.
Look out!

[CRASH! ]

「The room shakes violently. The reporter pulls at Ratatos's sleeve, moving her to the other side of the room as fragments of the damaged ceiling smash into the floor where they just were. 」

Ratatos : Then how do you explain all this?

Alberta : ...Wait! There's still one place I haven't checked.

「She picks up the camera hanging around her neck, removes the lens, presses down on the shutter, and lifts up the reflector. A faint red light glows within.
She pulls out the suspicious component. A miniature tracking device. 」

Alberta : So that's where it was hiding...

[BOOM! ]

「Another explosion, and thick smoke slowly seeps into the room the two are hiding in. Degenbrecher emerges from the smoke, her breathing somewhat ragged. 」

Degenbrecher : Three Trilby Ashers with this first group. I fended them off for now, but the reinforcements they called for are already on their way here.
I will keep you safe, Ratatos, but we need to leave.

Ratatos : ...
Let's go to the Vine-Bead Court. There's a mountain trail nearby that leads to one of the secret passages in.
They won't dare act rashly against the Court. It'll buy us some time.

Alberta : Wait, I need to come with you.
Since the Trilby Ashers will keep chasing us, I'll make a record of all their assassination attempts in Kjerag and compile them together with everything they've done so far. I'll pass them to a local friend to get the word out.
This will expose all of Victoria's dirty deeds to the public.
I can't let myself be taken in by them!

Ratatos : Enough babbling, I still need to find Enciodes for a joint questioning.
You'd be coming with us even if you didn't want to.

<Background 2>

Trilby Asher : ...Yes, Ratatos is alive. The three of them have entered the Vine-Bead Court's northern gate.
The escaped reporter is with her, and the renowned Black Knight is guarding them.
What orders from Her Grace?
...Wait.
...Did you just say that Her Grace will personally be visiting Kjerag?

<Background Black>

「To Karlan Trade Headquarters
and to Enciodes Silverash, son of the former Chairman and my kinswoman Elizabeth
alongside all the people of Kjerag:
This is an open letter, within which is written all the wrongdoings of Enciodes and Karlan Trade both.
With this letter I shall formally protest, protest all the grievances that Victoria and Kjerag share in suffering from, that were wholly avoidable.
... 」

<Background 3>

Karlan Trade Employee : Chairman Edelweiss! I'm glad you're here!

Gnosis : What is it? Slow down.

Karlan Trade Employee : I-It's a letter by the Duke of Caster. The contents have already been disseminated to the public.
It's all about Kjerag... Mostly Karlan Trade.

Gnosis : What did she write?

Karlan Trade Employee : About how we're not acting in good faith, and Sir Enciodes—

Gnosis : Give it here.
...
Notify all members of the Board that we are to have an immediate meeting at HQ.
Tell everyone to remain calm.

<Background Black>

「...
Enciodes's first offense, and the source of all this tragedy, was to seek benefit from Columbia, brute-forcing the carving-out of a great pit and the construction of an observation station atop Mount Karlan.
In the wake of it, Catastrophe descended on Kjerag. This much is undeniable.
Amidst the terror and disarray, he committed his second offense. The humanitarian aid sent by Victoria was instead pocketed by him in the name of negotiation.
To legitimize this shameless act, Enciodes went on the attack against Victoria, leveling baseless accusations and slander against Victorian tourists and expatriates. This was his third offense.
His ultimate act of toying with the heart of the public was also his fourth offense. He colluded with Ratatos to fake the Browntail matriarch's death, and through duplicity, lead Clan Browntail into hostilities with Victoria. 」

<Background 4>

Doubtful Local : '...Victoria also has proof that Ratatos is hidden within the Vine-Bead Court. Those citizens who doubt this simply need examine the premises, though his guilty heart has led him to station his private army there.'
This is... all a bit much.

Discontent Local : Hey, when I was suspicious of Enciodes earlier, you guys shouted me down like I was a conspiracy theorist. But it all makes sense now, doesn't it?

Determined Local : Since when? The whole letter's just Victoria's say-so.

Discontent Local : The fifth offense explained it, didn't it? Enciodes told Ratatos to kidnap that Victorian reporter and hid her in the Court. Can't be a lie with all those details, can it?

Doubtful Local : And the sixth offense says in order to control the Court, he arrested all the clerics who wouldn't obey him. That matches.
The Court invited us all up the mountain for blessings, but Degenbrecher had some men stop us.

Determined Local : What about the seventh, then? It's obvious that Victoria wanted to get a bigger slice of the pie, but Karlan Trade refused them.

Discontent Local : You're a real idiot, you know that? It's proof that Enciodes has gone and betrayed Kjerag.
Victoria's made a fair point about Karlan Trade going against all their contracts, and now we're the ones stuck with the bill thanks to Enciodes's stupid decisions!

Determined Local : So you think we should do what Victoria says? They want Karlan Trade to stick with the old mining agreement, and put Enciodes on trial!

Discontent Local : They said they'd do a joint trial with the Vine-Bead Court, it'll be fine. Enciodes would be lucky if he just got banished for his crimes.

Determined Local : The only crime he's done is letting you run your mouth in this rebuilt pub!

Discontent Local : So he's been doing all the good, while it's always someone else doing the sinning? Wow, what a coincidence!

Doubtful Local : ...I don't understand any of this, but I know it's always us who have to suffer for it.

Determined Local : C'mon man, trust in Sir Enciodes, he's helped me out before—

[Crash! ]

Discontent Local : What the hell was that?

Barkeeper : O-Outside...

<Background 5>

Gnosis : ...I heard a lot of troubling talk on the way here.
Please tell me you've been doing more than admiring the snow.

Enciodes : ...

Gnosis : I shouldn't have asked.
Is everything that happened still as you expected?

Enciodes : ...If I said yes, would you believe me?

Gnosis : I would.
Because we're not unprepared. During the recent growth window, Karlan Trade—

Enciodes : I am afraid it is you who is the optimistic one this time, Gnosis.
You know that, no matter how many plans and contingencies we make, things will inevitably exceed our expectations.
From the three clans, the Vine-Bead Court, and stretching out to all the people of Kjerag, Victoria's methods are plain to see.

Gnosis : As someone who always bets every chip he has, you were never afraid of risk.

Enciodes : Thus, all this is all I deserve.

[Loud horn blowing ]

<Background fades out and in>

「Dark clouds cover the twilight sky. The steel behemoths of Victoria trample across the white snowfields. 」

Gnosis : Caster's fleet...

Enciodes : I've heard this fleet was the one that drove the devils out of Victoria during the Battle of Londinium.
After the battle concluded, Caster took the time to restore its flagship, so that her Glory may live on.
How many upon this great land can boast of the might to stand against this force?
...We chose to walk the more difficult road. It is time we meet the end of it.

Gnosis : ...

<Background 5>

[Elena, Enya, and Joanna continue their ascent up Mount Karlan. ]

Elena : Whew—
Why are all of Kjerag's mountains so hard to climb...

Enya : Just bear it a little longer, Elena. We need to avoid the Vine-Bead Court, and this is the only road that does so.

「A Rift Cloudbeast clambers up onto Elena's shoulder out of nowhere before jumping back into Joanna's embrace, letting out a high-pitched cry. 」

Joanna : Heh, it's laughing at you.

Elena : Laugh all you want... I've done more exercise today then the past twenty-something years I've been alive...

「Enya looks at the crestfallen Elena, letting out a light chuckle as she turns the corner.
She sees a simple camp by the side of the road, not far from where they stand.
There are many clerics of the Vine-Bead Court warming themselves by the fire. Amidst the crowd, Enya picks out a familiar figure with but a glance. 」

Joanna : Why'd you stop, Enya?
...Is that Elder Adso?

Elena : Who?

Enya : I didn't think... I would run into you here.

Adso : Because you should not be here, Saintess.

Joanna : You know, Elder, when you're talking with the Saintess, you should be more—

Adso : I know, and yet I also know this is not the road she is meant to be on.

Enya : ...What if it is to search for Kjeragandr?

Adso : All shall seek Her in their time of need.
So, what is it you need?

Enya : You instructed me to go on the Pilgrimage, so that I may atone for the sins of all Kjerag to Her. Thus, what I need is to find Her, and pray to Her for forgiveness.

Adso : I had wanted to get you out of the Vine-Bead Court at the time.

Enya : ...And in doing so, the Court would not be 'hindered' by me.

Adso : I had hoped that while you were off on the Pilgrimage, we would be able to sway the Duke of Caster into handling Enciodes, and that when you returned, it would be to both parties worn and wary.
The Court would then take advantage of your return to declare a miracle, thus gaining true control.
But your brother declared war on the Court too soon, and I could not allow myself to fall into the hands of Caster or Enciodes, whether as their prisoner, or as their puppet.

Enya : I presume you being here means you are thinking of being like the Court clerics of old, going to Karlan to the ancient refuges in the legends, where you can wait for the moment your enemies are 'worn'.

Adso : As such, there is no need for you to continue with your meaningless circuit, Saintess. Follow us to seek refuge atop the mountains.
There will come a time that the people will beg on bended knee for you, and us, to appear.

「The silent elders of the Court behind him stand up one after the other, forming a semicircle before the Saintess.
Joanna glances at Enya with unease, her hand subconsciously moving towards her crossbow, but Enya merely gives her a light shake of the head. 」

Enya : I can't stop. The next Catastrophe is nearly upon us.

Adso : What...?

Elena : The Saintess is right, Elder. You must have noticed the strange weather these past few days.
We've already found an important clue about the 'Heart of Karlan'. We have the opportunity to learn the exact reason why a Catastrophe came to strike Kjerag.
Maybe even... the truth behind Kjeragandr.

Adso : ...It is meaningless.

Elena : Elder—

Adso : Because Kjeragandr does not exist.

Enya : ...

Joanna : ...What did you say?!

Enya : When I left the Court, you told me quite the opposite.

Adso : 'Kjeragandr' can exist within the plants, the stones, our words and deeds, but you will not find Her true form atop this great land.
She is not real, only existing within our imaginations.

Joanna : Not even you can blaspheme against Her, Elder Adso!

Adso : ...When I was young, my faith in Her was much the same as yours. My father and uncle sent me to the Vine-Bead Court as a child, forcing me to secretly aid Clan Browntail with their mission, yet all I wanted to do was to serve Her in all sincerity.
When the Great Elder tasked me with managing the Hall of Writings, I was giddy with glee. Every word to do with Her, whether they be fragmented pages or ridiculous essays, were studied by me over and over.
But the more you read, the more you realize that the so-called Kjeragandr is nothing more than a piece of 'scripture' assembled by mortal men.
Dare you deny it, Saintess? You too have seen what is said to be the original copy. It is no more than a few scant phrases, nothing like what we have today.

Joanna : It's not true, is it, Enya...?

Enya : ...

Adso : From marketplace chatter to historical records, even foreign legends from who-knows-where. Add cold gales and snowy peaks, and you have the 'miracles' of Kjeragandr.
I persisted in my inspection of everything, hoping to find even the tiniest shred of evidence 'unlike the rest'. But all I found were more and more archetypical tales.
I even found signs of adaptation left behind by previous Court elders in the margins of a few books.

Enya : ...Why didn't you tell anyone?

Adso : And what would I say?
What is Kjerag to you, Saintess?

Enya : That is not a question any one child of Kjerag can answer.

Adso : Because Kjerag already has its answer. This is a nation of faith.
Enciodes has tried to undermine it, the Duke of Caster has tried to swallow it, but even they dare not defy Kjeragandr, at least not openly.

Joanna : But if She doesn't exist, then who founded Kjerag?

Adso : ...Our country was never one built atop Her flesh and bones. Rather, it was Her country that was built atop our flesh, our bones.
It was the ancestors of the people of Kjerag who, amidst these snow-capped mountains of despair, labored tortuously to create a place where they could survive.
People could never understand why fate decreed they should struggle in suffering, whilst others thrived in merriment.
And so, abandoned upon these hopeless rocks, they had to seek consolation elsewhere, so that they may continue to live.
From the cries for some almighty leader and the prayers for majesty and morality of every generation of Kjerag, 'Kjeragandr' was born.
From the moment of Her birth, She became the foundation of Kjerag. Because of their need for faith, generation after generation must repeat a lie.
Kjerag needed virtue and law, needed art and aesthetics, needed family and tradition. With 'perfect timing', She would appear by our sides, leaving behind a few revelatory words of wisdom.
From this came an unbreakable order, one that has lasted time immemorial.

Enya : So in your eyes, this lie must be maintained at any cost, so that Kjerag itself can be maintained.

Adso : Indeed.
Every nation has its own lie. Kjerag's is 'Kjeragandr'.

Enya : ...I disagree.
A lie can bring temporary reprieve, but it cannot become the eternal law through which we live.
You believe it is able to maintain order, so you care not for the sincere longing of the people. You treat their feelings as a tool you can control.
When this longing tears through the veil you have constructed, the Vine-Bead Court and the faith it tends to shall be shattered beyond repair.
From that point of view, you are your hated Enciodes's greatest ally.

Adso : There is only one thing I wish to ask you. Do you believe Kjeragandr exists?

Enya : I... but...

「She sifts through her mind, through all her memories of that head maid... but she has already forgotten. How she looked, vague wisps of emotion, all forgotten.
There is no memory, no person who can vouch for her, no-one who can offer her words of comfort. Her heart lies empty... 」

Enya : ...I do.
You claim this is all a lie, Elder Adso, which is proof that there is a truth to correspond with this lie.
And so I believe in the passion and goodness preached by the scriptures. I believe Kjeragandr exists in Kjerag.
Besides, I have already found the path to Her.
If you must refute me, then come witness alongside me.

Adso : ...
Your 'faith' is pointless, Saintess. Even greater disaster awaits Kjerag.
Enciodes's short-sightedness has already left her faith on the brink of collapse. This is our last chance to save her.

Enya : Ever since the Pilgrimage began, you have treated me as part of your conspiracy.

Adso : Because we have both dedicated our entire lives to the faith. It is impossible for you to not understand my devotion.

Enya : Then what is it you wish me to do?

Adso : At a suitable hour, return with me to the Vine-Bead Court to regain control.
We shall have to look at our specific circumstances to deal with the Duke of Caster, but Enciodes must be eliminated.

Enya : ...

Adso : You are a kind soul, and cannot bear to harm your brother. I understand.
Enciodes must leave Kjerag. That is the most we can allow him.

Enya : This is pure coercion.

Adso : In return, I can take you to the place you seek.
When I was young, I had searched all of Karlan. Since you must face the truth, this will be the quickest way to do it.

Enya : ...I accept.

Elena : Enya?

Enya : But on one condition. If we really do find proof of Kjeragandr, you shall renounce all your schemes regarding Enciodes.

Adso : ...Very well.
'Kjeragandr' above, witness our vows.

Operation story: OS-9

Before operation

Summary

The Victorian army has a vice grip on Kjerag. Caster invites Enciodes aboard the Gloriana for talks. Enya's party arrives at the ruins, only one step away from learning the truth of Kjeragandr.

<Background 1>

「The rumblings of some distant commotion disturb the scant snow atop the trees. What should be a silent street is filled with an ominous warmth.
This used to be a road at the foot of Mount Karlan that led to the Vine-Bead Court, but now, Victorian soldiers bar the path as the treads of their tanks crush its surface. A blatant, impassable barrier.
The loudspeakers atop the tanks play a message in clear Kjeragi— 」

「"People of Kjerag, do not panic. In accordance with Victoria's policy regarding the current situation, we will ensure everyone's safety."
"This operation will not disturb the everyday lives of residents. We simply suggest everyone stays at home in this weather."
"We also have a warning for the criminals who have abducted Victorian citizens, and for those who associate with them: release the hostages immediately, or we will take immediate action!" 」

Kjerag Elder : Say, mister, mind if I cross the road?
I need to head home to get the fire going. It's about dinnertime, and my wife's waiting for me...

Victorian Soldier : This area's off-limits. You either take a detour, or you wait.

Kjerag Elder : But... I'm just trying to get to the other side of the road.
If safety's your issue, go ahead and search me. I've just got food on me, nothing else.

Victorian Soldier : Are you with the Vine-Bead Court?

Kjerag Elder : No, I'm just a smith.

Victorian Soldier : Then take a detour or wait.

Kjerag Elder : I've crossed this road for decades now...

Worried Passerby : Don't cause trouble for them, mister, nothing good'll come of it!

Exasperated Passerby : Just listen to them and get out of there already!

Victorian Soldier : I will not be repeating myself a third time.

Kjerag Elder : ...

「The old man totters away. He turns his head to look back. Through the window of his workshop, his wife looks back at him.
He waves his hand, telling his wife to leave. 」

Kjerag Elder : Kjeragandr above... I wish to hear of your wroth...

<Background fades out and in>

Furious Passerby : Invaders! How dare you! Get out, you hear me?! GET OUT!

Worried Passerby : 'Victorians' this, 'Victorians' that... It's the word I hate hearing most these days.
...Didn't think there'd still be anyone brave enough to kidnap one at a time like this.

Exasperated Passerby : Don't you get it? It's obviously just some worthless excuse. Now that the Victorians are here, Kjerag is about to change...

Furious Passerby : Vollpfosten! You're all just sitting back to watch while going on with your pessimistic talk! You're more spineless than a starving burdenbeast! I'm going to show them the real Kjerag!

Worried Passerby : If you're going to make a ruckus, do it somewhere further away! Don't drag me into this!

Exasperated Passerby : Right, right, go to Karlan Trade. They've got guards, don't they?

Furious Passerby : You're all a bunch of cowards...

Exasperated Passerby : Cowards? I get it, you've got guts, and you don't mind getting your hands dirty, but do you have a family?
If this is the outcome of the negotiations, if the three clans, the Vine-Bead Court, Karlan Trade... if none of them are going to do anything, what can we do?
Kjeragandr above... Forgive me for my fear, my cowardice...

「Anger, fear, unease... All sorts of emotions roil across the unarmed crowd, but they have no effect on the armed soldiers across from them.
Their voices are drowned by the roar of the engines. 」

<Background 2>

Deck of the Gloriana

Caster's Personal Guard Captain : Your Grace, our fleet has encircled the passes into Kjerag's mountains.
The vanguard force in Kjerag has also surrounded the Vine-Bead Court. Kjerag's own warriors are powerless to resist us.
The whereabouts of Kjerag's Saintess are currently unknown, but we shall ensure that the moment she appears, we will locate her.
The situation is still under control... so forgive me for speaking bluntly.
There is no need for Your Grace to attend the battle in person.

Duke of Caster : Do not be hasty, Phillipa.
Choose your words wisely. If I may correct you, Kjerag is not our enemy, but a valuable partner in cooperation.

Caster's Personal Guard Captain : But Karlan Trade still has not given an official response to our invitation to negotiate.

Duke of Caster : Haha... I can imagine.
Enciodes is a prideful man. One assumes that having to process this failure must be of inconceivable difficulty for him.
You must have heard some of the tales about him, Phillipa. By all calculations, he is your kin as well.

Caster's Personal Guard Captain : If he really is the talented genius the rumors paint him as, then why did he abandon the chance to stand by your side, deciding to bury himself in the mountains instead? I simply don't understand.

Duke of Caster : Like I said, he really is the prideful sort.
I shall give him a little more time... Six hours should do it.
If the government of Kjerag continues to refuse to accept our agreement, then things can only end in a rather regretful manner.

Caster's Personal Guard Captain : Understood.
There is still one trifling matter I am unsure is worth Your Grace's consideration.
The matriarch of Clan Browntail, who by all rights should be dead. We have discovered further traces of activity from her.
She is currently hidden within the Vine-Bead Court, under the protection of the Black Knight.

Duke of Caster : Hmm... Enciodes would not go to great lengths to hide someone unimportant at a time like this.
It is not worth mentioning... but I am not fond of variables.
Find her, and find what she is hiding.

Caster's Personal Guard Captain : As you command, Your Grace.

<Background 3>

[Footsteps ]

Trilby Asher : Understood. I shall carry out this assignment to a limited extent, then await further instructions.
All hands take note. Team 1, guard the front. Team 2, head to the north gate to lock it down. Teams 3 and 4, find high vantage points to watch the Court.
Be on guard. If you allow even a single soul out, you shall have to answer to Her Grace in person.

[The Trilby Ashers move out. ]

<Background 4>

Karlan Trade Employee : I have not received any orders to allow Victorians in, sir.

Victorian Ambassador : I understand. We shall wait here for a reply.

Karlan Trade Employee : The chairman has informed me not to accept any invitations. If you—

Victorian Ambassador : No matter, I am happy to wait here patiently, just like how every child of Kjerag waits for bitter winter to pass.
Speaking of, how do you people prepare for winter? I am rather curious.

[Footsteps approach ]

Gnosis : I fear you may not have the opportunity to learn for yourself.

Victorian Ambassador : I am not here representing myself. My own experiences are not important, Mr. Edelweiss.
I believe these terrible conditions call for giving everyone an equal chance to express themselves, don't you agree?

Gnosis : ...Why are you here?

Victorian Ambassador : Rest easy, Chairman Edelweiss of Karlan Trade.
I have come here for one very simple task: to invite Mr. Silverash to the negotiating table on behalf of Her Grace.
A simple, peaceful conversation, all for protecting the bond between our two nations.

Gnosis : You have brazenly sent an army to surround Kjerag, aimed your cannons at civilians, and dispatched your troops to blockade our markets.
Are these actions meant to be part of this 'peaceful conversation'?

Victorian Ambassador : Mr. Edelweiss...
Her Grace simply wishes to let the true master of Kjerag know that a speeding warship cares not where the people atop its deck run. For most, their best choice is to hold the handrail tight.
Profound understanding can come over the passage of eons, or it can come in the blink of an eye... It all depends on the 'commands' you have received, sir.

Gnosis : Get to the point, Victorian. You shouldn't need me to teach you how to say what you're here to say.

Victorian Ambassador : I would much rather call it 'sending a request', Mr. Edelweiss. A request from Victoria is a rather rare sight these days.
We cordially invite Mr. Silverash to a spirited discussion with Her Grace about the future of Kjerag.
We shall ensure the meeting goes smoothly. Her Grace has also commanded that none be harmed.

Gnosis : Then we too have our own request: Victoria is to immediately cease this military invasion.

Victorian Ambassador : I regret to inform you that such a thing hinges on the results of Mr. Silverash and Her Grace's talks. I am unqualified to make such a promise in Her Grace's stead.
Right now, my only hope is that there shall be a place warm enough for me to spend the winter... A fleeting hope that it shall be Kjerag.

Gnosis : ...

<Background fades out and in>

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 5>

「How should you present yourself when you face Her
I have asked myself that countless times, until tears of remorse flowed down my face, for I could not find the answer
Just like how, as I waver in the cold wind, I cannot find anything
The Heart of Karlan is mere mystic rhetoric
A painting within a dream, a mire amidst the mountains
The Vine-Bead Court says that, when you are on the brink of death, you shall see Her face
I believe this is my last chance
Yet I am unable to prove anything to you
I see only my mother by the bonfire, my wife underneath the curtains
The life I should have
You have come to the end of this faithless follower's epitaph, one written by him, for him
His last request to you
Is to wipe away the snow upon this tomb 」

<Flashback ends here>

「A lonely grave stands by the road. Enya and Adso stop in front of it. 」

Adso : All I did was bury him.
He only had time to carve himself a marker before he died.

Enya : So the bones we saw along the way are all...

Adso : The bones of humans.
Only human beings would use value and meaning to paralyze themselves... To climb Karlan, to walk to Her side, to witness Her existence, they are willing to give their lives.

「The Saintess's right hand brushes against the worn wooden marker, completing its master's last wish.
Cold wind sweeps past her fingertips, as if urging her to grab hold of something. She lifts her head towards the snow-capped peaks, as her ears catch the sound of a young woman laughing... 」

Enya : Elder, did you hear—

「She swallows down her unfinished question. The laughter echoes between the mountains, then fades, until it becomes nothing more than memory. 」

Adso : I didn't hear anything.
Please proceed, Saintess.

「Enya hesitates for a moment before nodding, continuing onwards towards the darkening horizon, towards the peaks laden with thick snow.
The wind picks up, tangling itself in the Saintess's clothes. It leaves behind snow stuck to her brow, like how it sticks to the withered trees she walks past. 」

[Elena and Joanna follow closely behind. ]

Joanna : You need to try harder, we can't keep up with Enya if I have to keep pulling you—

Elena : Hah... Hah... We're only... two steps behind... No need to stand so close...
...Oh, right.
Just now... they were talking to something... right?

Joanna : Hmm... I think I saw it too.

Elena : But there's nothing here except snow and rocks... Whatever, doesn't matter.

「Elena forces herself forward a few more steps. Behind her, the snow where she stepped is suffused with a deep blue glow.
At the same time, she has the faint sensation of someone watching her, though the only one by her side is Joanna, gritting her teeth as she pulls at Elena's arm.
The billowing wind has numbed her brain. It must have been her imagination. As the thought runs through her mind, Elena hears a sigh. 」

<Background 6>

[Footsteps ]

Adso : ...You took it upon yourself to enter a gamble you are fated to lose.
Saintess.

Enya : This is...

Adso : Indeed.
The depths of the mountains... The location of the Heart of Karlan.

[Joanna arrives. ]

Joanna : I did as you asked, Enya! I dragged her all the way here!
(Quietly) We're here, don't just stand there.

Elena : Huh...?
...Wait, this, no, it can't be!

「Elena puts all her strength into shaking her head and patting her cheeks before taking out a bevy of instruments, waving them against the cave wall.
It is an ordinary cave, one that can be seen anywhere in Kjerag. Its only unusual property is its proximity to Mount Karlan's peak. Enya heads deeper within, her breathing picking up pace as she does.
The deepest part of the cave is only a hundred meters from the entrance, barely wide enough to fit five or six men. The rocks are covered in a thin layer of moss and lichen, and the air is permeated with the humid scent of fungi and soil. 」

Adso : You are not the first who wished to find Her, and neither was I.
My greatest wish during my youth was to witness Her true form, to prostrate myself before Her. And so, I checked every book in the Hall of Writings, read every line of every poem, all to find proof of Her existence.
Many before me have left behind records and analyses. One mentioned this place, the only cave atop Mount Karlan.
I followed the endless, rugged mountain trails before finally finding myself here.

Enya : The records say that the clerics of the Court once sought refuge in the depths of Karlan.

Adso : Just so.
Perhaps you still recall the story of the Saintess who roused Kjeragandr.

Enya : According to legend, when Kjeragandr sent divine punishment, the Vine-Bead Court chose a hundred girls in succession to ascend the mountain and pray. The last of the girls was the one who quelled Her fury.
But in truth, that final girl was the daughter of a clan leader, which incited the great clans to ally and lay siege to the Court.

Adso : During the massacre, the surviving clerics fled here, after which came the so-called 'miracle'. Peace returned to Kjerag.

Enya : And how would you explain this 'miracle'?

Adso : Look at Kjerag as it is now, and the answer shall be clear. Who has ever heard of a war that came to an end for no reason?
If even the murder of a girl can transform into a sublime 'miracle', so too can political compromise become the stuff of legend.

Enya : Murder... So that is how you see the actions of the Court of old.

Adso : Indeed. To use murder to seek comfort, to allow ignorance to spur on the heart. This is the bloody debt the Court has borne in the name of 'Kjeragandr'.
With no god to promise us eternity, our every step is on thin ice, with no room for inattention.
I have brought you here to learn the truth behind Kjeragandr, Saintess.
And now... I shall wait for you, no matter how long you struggle to process it.

Elena : Enya! Come over here, quick!
This pile of rocks at the deepest part of the cave doesn't seem natural. It's more like a door that someone built.

Adso : ...The clerics of old made this place into a sanctuary. Finding things here is hardly strange.

Enya : In other words... Behind this 'door' is most likely the hiding place of the ancient clerics, and a place where countless secrets of Kjerag are hidden...

Adso : What is more likely is that behind that door, you will find absolutely nothing.

Enya : Then let us bear witness, Elder Adso.

Adso : ...

「Enya half-shuts her eyes as she walks past the old man droning on about history, slowly approaching the end of the cave.
She takes a deep breath, then presses her body against the cave wall, like a reunion hug after a long time away.
Soil sticks to her hands and cheeks, moss pokes out from under her hair. It is as if she were fast asleep atop the earth. 」

[Footsteps ]

Enya : I... can feel it.

Elena : According to my readings, Enya, behind this super-thin rock wall, there seems to be a giant cavern.
But there's no other way in... I can blow this door open, if we have to.

Joanna : Wait, this is holy ground—

Enya : Do it.

Joanna : Wha—Enya?!

Elena : O Kjeragandr above...
Pardon the intrusion, it's all in the name of truth!

After operation

Summary

The people of Kjerag do not yield easily to Caster's military pressure. Degenbrecher is encircled by the Trilby Ashers as she protects Ratatos. Arctosz leads his men in facing off against their foe at the border. Enciodes carries out his final preparations in his factory.

<Background Black>

Trilby Asher : I am in position.
As Her Grace's latest instructions state, Ratatos's feigned death must have a reason. She is most likely carrying important information on her person, and is to be captured alive.

<Background 7>

Trilby Asher : ...
This is the front, the courtyard is empty. Prepare for direct contact.
Do not attract attention. End it quick.
The only thing to watch out for is the Black Knight, who is most likely still here.
But where is she?

「The intruder looks about warily, holding his weapon tight. 」

Trilby Asher : Not good!

[WHOOSH! ]

「A black degenbrecher flies at unbelievable speed towards him. The intruder is sent flying by the incredible force, slamming against the walls. 」

<Background 8>

Alberta : Ah!
I heard... more fighting outside. What in the blazes is going on?

Ratatos : Quiet down!
The trickiest enemies for us to handle are outside right now. Degenbrecher's risking her life to protect us.
The only thing you can do right now is sit down, shut up and not be discovered.

Alberta : I... I heard the broadcast say that I'm a hostage abducted by Kjerag? Why...

Ratatos : Heh... Your fellow Victorians got their weapons out and started up their tanks. They're not letting anything out of this place.
So are they here to rescue you, or are they here to keep people in the know locked up in here so they can get their other plans done? The answer is obvious.

Alberta : You mean they're using my rescue as an excuse to invade Kjerag...?

Ratatos : It's what you said... and it seems reality agrees with you.

Alberta : ...
...How did it all come to this?

Ratatos : If you've got a way to get the information out, you can ask your fellow countrymen that question.

Alberta : When I came to this place, I thought I could help the oppressed people. With my camera and my words, I would be able to let more people know about the true Kjerag.
I believed all that I did had meaning...

Ratatos : ...Should I be thanking you for your kindness or something?
Alright, alright, I'll treat you as an actual kind-hearted lady then.
So don't play dumb with me now. Why do you think what you've seen is the 'true Kjerag'?
And who do you think is doing the oppressing here?

Alberta : ...

<Background 7>

「Melting snow atop the roof becomes water dripping into the courtyard, causing ripples in the intruder's pooling blood.
Before him, the face shrouded in light looks right back at him.
Within the great hall, the candle flames are like chained bloodthirst, raging and roiling. 」

[The Trilby Asher from earlier stands up. ]

Trilby Asher : Such power... No wonder the reports on Kjerag emphasized the Black Knight's presence.

[Degenbrecher approaches ]

Degenbrecher : I knew you people would try to sneak in.
You... Hmph, to tell you the truth, I can't tell which of you is which underneath those masks.
That colleague of yours who came to Kjerag before, surely he told you this land is not one you can trample as you please?

Trilby Asher : Indeed. Your fame is known to us.
We made sure to make ample preparations.

[A large number of Trilby Ashers emerge. ]

Degenbrecher : So you intend to win through numbers.

Trilby Asher : None of us could hope to claim victory over you. It is only a mission, nothing more.

Degenbrecher : Your clothes may mark you as elites.
But here's something you wouldn't know without feeling some pain—
If you wish to pass, it will only be as a corpse.
Come.
It's rare that I have the chance to go all-out.
...I suppose I should consider you all willing to die.

「She takes up a killing stance as the air is filled with the muffled cries of unsheathed weapons.
With drawn blades and cold gleams, they slowly step forward, stepping onto the puddles reflecting a muddled sky.
Upon this holy ground, a savage melee is about to begin. 」

[Degenbrecher lunges ]

「The humid air warms and dries. Falling snow melts. Steam rises. Droplets splash about.
From the clash of steel against flesh come sparks of scarlet. 」

[Degenbrecher clashes with one Trilby Asher. As she tries to force him to the ground, another sneaks up behind her, but Degenbrecher turns around and cuts him down. As the previous Trilby Asher retaliates, she blocks the attack and cuts through his neck. Two Trilby Ashers attack her from both sides, but she is able to push them back. She kicks one of them into the wall with terrifying power and slashes through the other one. More Trilby Ashers advance. ]

Degenbrecher : Hah—
Not bad! Again!

<Background 8>

Alberta : ...I never thought it would be like this.
Should I not have come to Kjerag, Madame Ratatos?

Ratatos : That's a question you need to answer yourself, along with your country.
On the Kjerag side of things, I might have also considered using one as pure-hearted as you, so I can't really blame Victoria for doing it.

Alberta : ...So what exactly does the information I have mean to Victoria, and to Kjerag?

Ratatos : They're just making a fuss out of you to make it look like the facts are already settled. Don't take it too seriously.
We're hostages, nothing more.

Alberta : I feel like this is all rather absurd.

Ratatos : Well, that's one way to sum it up. If your camera still works, this would make some excellent material for you.

Alberta : If... I walked out that door, the rest of you would be fine, right?

Ratatos : If you did, they'd point their swords at you and confiscate all your material. You yourself might even disappear without a trace, with nobody else knowing what had happened to you.
With things having come to a head... You're the one who's meant to understand them the most, not me.

Alberta : So are we supposed to sit here and do nothing?

Ratatos : I don't think the Victorians want to lose you, Miss Hostage.
Just calm down, wait, and then...
I don't care what your plan is, Enciodes, it's time to put it into action.

<Background 9>

[Fast footsteps ]

Paleroche Warrior : Reporting in!
We've built some temporary fortifications, just like you ordered, Sir Arctosz.
The enemy fleet hasn't fired yet. Instead, they're marching towards a place three clicks from us. How should we respond?

Arctosz : Our explosives reserves?

Paleroche Warrior : We've moved over all we could. We'll be risking our lives, but at the very least, we can delay the Victorian advance for a while.

Arctosz : Good.
Go get the troops in formation! Meanwhile, I'll have a chat with these Victorians!

<Background fades out and in>

[Engine rumbling ]

「The ship stops in front of him, its dark gray armor plating reflecting the sun's light. This is one of the rare moments in Arctosz's life he is forced to look up. 」

Arctosz : Who's your commander? Tell him to come out for a chat!

Victorian Officer : My commanding officer does not wish to come to blows with you, Arctosz Paleroche.

Arctosz : That all depends on why you've come to Kjerag. Don't tell me you're all just lost in the woods.

Victorian Officer : Her Grace has already made everything clear in her open letter. We must defend Victoria's interests while helping Kjerag stabilize following the Catastrophe.
All we ask is for the mastermind behind Kjerag's troubles, Enciodes Silverash, to receive the trial he deserves, which I believe is in line with Clan Paleroche's thinking.

Arctosz : The only thing I'm thinking is this: if you take even one more step forward, you'll pay the full price for it.
The only way you'll be going any further into Kjerag is over my dead body!

<Background 10>

[Footsteps ]

Victorian Guard A : Back already? What're the commander's orders?

Victorian Guard B : No changes. We keep guarding this final checkpoint. Once all their people are in, they'll definitely find Kjerag's arsenal.

Victorian Guard A : They've been searching for ages now, but they still haven't found anything?

Victorian Guard B : Yep. Even if Kjerag can't make any big moves like they said, I'm not willing to bet that that Enciodes guy doesn't have something up his sleeve.

Victorian Guard A : Maybe—Hmm? Another transport truck.

Victorian Guard B : Well, this one's all yours, buddy. I'm all tired out from checking all those beans last truck.

Victorian Guard A : Fine.

「The guard waves down the truck slowly approaching him. It obediently comes to a halt. 」

Victorian Guard A : Sorry, mister, but as per Her Grace's orders, all vehicles passing this point are to be searched.
Unload your cargo—

「A thick baton smacks into his head with a 'bonk'. Before the other guard can cry out for help, a shadow appears behind him, tightening itself around his neck. 」

[Footsteps ]

Kjerag Warrior : We've cleared the road again, sir, just like the plan said.

??? : Update Sir Gnosis on the situation.
Get those supplies transported. We can't keep him waiting.

<Background fades out and in>

「She is unsure whose blood is blurring her sight as it runs down her cheek into the corner of her mouth.
She tastes an iron tang she has not tasted in a while.
Her twin degenbrechers quiver as they fend off blades coming at her from all directions. While her enemies' wily tricks have left wounds all over her body, she has not taken a single step back. 」

[Degenbrecher exhales slowly. ]

「Seven or eight of her foes lie slumped on the floor around her. 」

Degenbrecher : Pah...
*cough*...

[More Trilby Ashers arrive. ]

Trilby Asher : You are at your limit, Black Knight.
In truth, you can still choose to lay down your arms and surrender.

Degenbrecher : You're all mouth.
Lock up your silver tongues and come at me if you're brave enough.

Trilby Asher : Even you must bleed.
Would you not regret dying here, Knight?

Degenbrecher : ...Hmph.
Meaningless drivel when said to someone—
Who holds their own life cheap.

[She narrows her eyes and attacks. ]

「Clang—!
She takes advantage of her foe's moment of complacency, sending him flying.
Most times, she could not let out a blow this strong. But now, her strength is fueled by a rage that had not burned in a very long time.
The mere sight of the scar-laden knight's furious form is enough to strike fear into the hearts of her enemies.
Some of them take half a step back. 」

Degenbrecher : What're you so afraid of?

<Background 7>

[Degenbrecher's vision blurs. ]

「The knight takes a shaky step forward, leaving behind two trails of blood upon the ground.
Her eyes shine brighter than ever, but it is the shine of bloodshot eyes. Her body is fast losing its ability to stand, yet her unwavering fervor still flows. From where, she does not know.
The candles of the hall slowly extinguish. The reflections on the floor become all the more blurry.
In the end, she staggers... 」

[She collapses onto the ground. ]

<Background fades out>

「Several smoke grenades fly into the courtyard, covering everything in a cloud of fumes. 」

[Crossbow bolts flying ]

Trilby Asher : Who's there?!
They aren't Court guards. Someone our intelligence didn't account for is intervening. We can't continue the mission.
Abort mission, retreat with the wounded.

[The Trilby Ashers flee. ]

??? : Made it right on time...
Victoria's elite hooligans won't be sorted that easily. We need to find somewhere safe.
Wake up. This is no time for a nap.

<Background fades in>

Degenbrecher : *cough* You're...
Sharp?

Sharp : Take it easy with the talking, you're wounded.

Degenbrecher : Did the Doctor send you?

Sharp : SilverAsh has been in contact with the Doctor the whole time. After hearing about the Catastrophe in Kjerag, the Doctor figured you'd run into trouble.
While we do have our hands pretty full at the moment, the Doctor did promise that if you ever found yourselves in a pinch, we wouldn't just stand back and watch.
I've already called Rhodes Island for reinforcements, they should be here any minute now.

Degenbrecher : ...
What about Enciodes?

Sharp : No need to worry. I believe SilverAsh has managed to take the reins of this situation.
Just hang in there, Degenbrecher. You're through the hardest part now.

<Background 11>

Gnosis : ...Are we able to maintain our current output?

Factory Foreman : Yes sir, ammunition stocks will be as expected. But, Chairman Edelweiss...
I can't help but doubt things. If what we're facing is the Duke of Caster's fleet, then even if we raised our efficiency tenfold, we still wouldn't be able to compete with them.

Gnosis : No need to worry. Just follow the plan.
We'll handle the rest.

Factory Foreman : ...
I've worked for Karlan Trade for eleven years now, Chairman. I know what it's brought to Kjerag.
I believe in the both of you.

Gnosis : ...

<Background fades out and in>

[Metal door opens ]

Gnosis : It seems you're ready now.
I suppose you don't need me for any further reminders, Master of Clan Silverash.

Enciodes : Since this is to be a negotiation, I thought I would change into something more formal.

Gnosis : Caster's army has laid siege to Kjerag, while her advance forces have control over several of our streets, forcing the civilians back into their homes.
Arctosz has brought his men to confront the Victorians, but they are a frail force in comparison.
The Duke's envoy came by Karlan Trade, asking me to pass you an 'invitation' to the negotiating table.
She is waiting for you, Enciodes.

Enciodes : It sounds like the situation is still within our expectations.

Gnosis : Look at you, admiring this lonely battleship... Does it not seem too weak as it is now?

Enciodes : ...
Lately, I have found myself often thinking about a day from many years ago. The day my parents received an invitation from Clan Browntail.
My father told me that the reason why the Browntails and the Paleroches did not support us was because they had not seen what he had seen.
'If someone can take a step forward, even if it is only a single step...'

Gnosis : Even if it is the infamous Luca Browntail.

Enciodes : They knew of the worst-case scenario, but they did not hesitate.
Now I am at the age at which they passed away. Looking back, it seems that some things haven't changed.
But at least now I know why they did not hesitate.

Gnosis : ...
In the wake of their passing, I followed my clan as we left Kjerag to head to Victoria.
It was a rough start. I was learning almost out of habit as I got used to the disdainful looks of my Victorian classmates.
The only thing that kept me going was the knowledge that one day, I would return to Kjerag.
But in the end, you went to Victoria too.

Enciodes : I fear I shall never forget the look on your face when I first greeted you at school.

Gnosis : ...I was simply surprised by the way you greeted me, asking me if I still remembered our childhood promise like some sort of naive fool.

Enciodes : 'Do you still want to make Kjerag big enough for the both of us?'

Gnosis : But it was also what convinced me that everything you said, the future you envisioned, was no mere fantasy.
Thus, I hitched my rope to Karlan Trade, which leads me to today.

Enciodes : Today is far from enough, Gnosis.
I am about to meet with the house, the most ruthless of creditors...
...No matter if I am there to see it or not, I will give Kjerag a tomorrow.

Gnosis : ...
Finally, I want you to know that it's not just us supporting you. Many other people of Kjerag do too.
Karlan Trade's years of toil were not for nothing.

Enciodes : ...
If you were to ask me what I had wished to hear at this very moment...

Gnosis : You always were able to get people to tell you exactly that.

Enciodes : Do you have an example?

Gnosis : Like when you told Degenbrecher you would treat her as nothing more than a pawn, and that when her contract expired, it was up to her if she stayed in Kjerag.
But you already knew her answer.

Enciodes : ...
Perhaps why I wish to hear such words is precisely because I am not so sure you would give me such answers.

Gnosis : Hah, are you afraid?

Enciodes : When I declared I would make Kjerag into a grand stage big enough for us more than twenty years ago, I had signed away all rights to be afraid.
You have experienced it for yourself. I am sure you have not forgotten.
...But at times, I too need a few words of encouragement.

Gnosis : So, have Degenbrecher and I managed to provide you with them?

Enciodes : ...Without a doubt.

Enciodes : I am truly glad... to have you both.

Gnosis : ...

Enciodes : Perhaps, in the Kjerag to come, we will no longer need to make these usurious deals, or rely on the Vine-Bead Court to have faith.
Perhaps, you two will have the better of me in—

Gnosis : Enough with the self-flattery, Enciodes.

Gnosis : Go and see the Kjerag of your dreams for yourself.
If you are a coward who dares not face his own dream, then so be it. Degenbrecher and I have our own things to do.
Like right now. I should go.

[Gnosis walks away, leaving Enciodes on his own. ]

Enciodes : ...
As you wish.

Operation story: OS-10

Before operation

Summary

Enciodes climbs aboard the Gloriana alone to represent Kjerag in negotiations with the Duke of Caster. Enya and her retinue see a giant Kjeragandr statue and frozen Saintesses in the hidden cavern, before everyone is pulled into an illusion.

<Background 1>

[KABOOM! ]

「The rock wall collapses with the first blast, revealing a deep cavern to the spelunkers. 」

[Footsteps ]

Elena : Just like I thought. Looks like you really can go deeper.
Can't see much further than the tunnel entrance... We'll need to go down if we want to explore.
Enya?

「Her question echoes through the cave. The Saintess does not answer, for she is watching the babbling old man purse his lips tight. 」

Enya : "Seek not my temple, but my heart."
...I await you, Elder Adso.

Adso : ...

「His legs are like wizened tree roots, his dried-out throat like a shallow pool in the dry season.
There he stands, unmoving. 」

Adso : ...I shall stay here and keep watch, while you enter to do what you must do.

Elena : But didn't you make a vow with Enya that you'd prove whatever's inside isn't Kjeragandr?
If you don't come with us—

Adso : I have already made myself clear. I shall keep watch outside.
If She truly does exist, then She should come out Herself to greet me.

Enya : Elder...
It seems as though, rather than learning the truth, you would much rather be blind to evidence of Her.

Adso : ...I... no, I would not... I would never...
There are no answers here...

Enya : Then why did you bring us here, yet refuse to bear witness?

Adso : ...
No, She does not exist.
Daughter of Silverash, and you, and you too, do not pretend you have not seen.

<Background 2>

Adso : The hunters who tan furs with frozen fingers, the gleaners who choke upon dust, and the Oripathy-haunted with their torn skin.
Have you not seen them, they who kneel upon the dirt until their knees bleed, all to beg and plead to Kjeragandr for salvation...
No, to end their miserable lives early, even...

<Background 3>

Adso : While you huddled together in your warm houses making merry, it was I, and the Vine-Bead Court, who would go where you were unwilling to even look at, to the homes of the impoverished and destitute.
It was I who soothed them, I who kept preaching to them that 'none shall be abandoned'... 'Even if you were born into a lifetime of suffering, there is still a god who loves you'...

<Background 4>

Adso : It was we who built the nation where people can greet their ends with a smile, but you, but Kjeragandr—
This arbitrary liege lord, this king who sees all as Her cattle! She can, should, save these people, save all of Kjerag.

<Background 1>

Adso : Yet She is aloof, magicking up some 'miracle' every once in a while to show her power...
Why is it only ever barely a handful of people saved?!
Now, you even wish to go see this monster, this tyrant, to ask Her to deny me, to deny the order we have so painstakingly built.
I... I cannot—

「What more is left that could support this old man? He collapses into the dirt, crying out in anguish, as if his frail body were struck by some invisible hammer. 」

Adso : ...Speak, tell me.
Why does She not know? Why does She not understand?
Why do you stay silent...?

Elena : Um...

Joanna : Great Elder... Why is he so upset?

Enya : Elder Adso... I understand where you are coming from.
We are not allowed to witness the true face of God. Only through Her admonishments, Her creations can we describe Her.
But I still wish to believe...
That no matter what I see at the other end of this cave, my faith shall not be swayed. The virtues and commandments, the knowledge and wisdom She has conferred upon us. They have meaning.
I merely wish to see clearly...
what road the children of Kjerag have followed.

「Enya turns and walks into the deep cavern without the slightest hesitation, towards where her faith lies. 」

<Background 5>

Deck of the Gloriana

Duke of Caster : ...How long has it been now?

Caster's Guard : It has been five hours and fifty-seven minutes since we sent our ultimatum, Your Grace.

Duke of Caster : Hmm...
I must say, I did not expect Enciodes to choose to respond this way.
'Tis a pity things had to end like this.
Relay the order, all men are to—

[Loud rumbling ]

Duke of Caster : That...

Caster's Guard : Your Grace! We've sighted one of Kjerag's high-speed battleships!

Duke of Caster : You don't mean... How many?

Caster's Guard : Just... the one, Your Grace.

「Even without the aid of binoculars, those standing atop the deck can see it.
In the distance, a battleship slowly emerges from a snow-draped valley, its hue that of silver ash.
Perhaps everyone is thinking the same thing at this moment: This ship, no matter if you compare it to the fleet it is facing, or the mountains behind it, is rather on the small side... 」

Duke of Caster : Silverash...?

Caster's Guard : Your Grace, the ship is hailing us on a public frequency.
Their message states that this is Kjerag's high-speed battleship, and her captain is Enciodes Silverash.
He sends his greetings to the Victorian Duke of Caster...

Duke of Caster : Oh...?
But does this stunt of his mean he is here to negotiate, or to start a war?

Caster's Guard : He says he hopes he can have a pleasant discussion with Your Grace... and he hopes that discussion can take place aboard Your Grace's Gloriana.

Duke of Caster : ...Very well.
Welcome our guest aboard.

[Loud horn whistle ]

<Background fades out and in>

Enciodes : It has been a while, Most Esteemed Duke of Caster.

Duke of Caster : I trust you have been well, Enciodes... It truly has been quite a while.
Whenever a youth such as you stands before me, it reminds me that time is fleeting. Oh, how is one meant to endure such a thing?

Enciodes : Though much time has passed, I shall never dare forget the aid you gave me at the time, alongside your kindness towards Karlan Trade.

Duke of Caster : Haha... You were far too hasty when leaving Victoria. You only remembered to bring along Caster's aid with you, while leaving our friendship behind.
I had even hoped that, one day, you would invite me to Kjerag as your guest.

Enciodes : But since you are here, then I should extend you a host's courtesy.

Duke of Caster : 'A host's courtesy', you say?
I find myself rather curious. Since you have been expelled from Karlan Trade, and the Silverash clan is branded as traitors in bed with Victoria...
Then who have you come to me as?

Enciodes : It is simple.

<Background 5>

Enciodes : I am here as the sole authority of Kjerag.
I shall speak for this nation as we discuss matters.

<Background 6>

[Heart beating ]

[Footsteps descend into the cavern ]

Joanna : By Kjeragandr, this place is huge...

Elena : It's beyond imagination... Was this place really an artificial refuge?

Enya : At the very least, it was hidden by human hands.

Elena : Do you see any ruins the Court may have hidden here, Enya?

Enya : No, I don't—

Elena : Wait, did you hear that?

Joanna : The sound like rocks falling onto snow?

Elena : No, it's more like... Based on these readings, it's rhythmic, like...

Enya : ...A heartbeat.

Elena : Even this stone here...
These veins on it are like actual blood vessels, fluorescing to the pulse of the sound...

Enya : How would you explain it?

Elena : ...My instruments are picking up biosignals.
It's going to be hard to believe, but there's only one answer.
We are inside the body of a living being.
...But how can that be?

Enya : ...

Joanna : Whoa!
What is this? Nearly tripped over it.

Enya : Seems like there's some sort of statue here, I nearly bumped into it too...

Elena : Let me turn my emergency light on.

「The shimmering light dispels the darkness, revealing the thing that is blocking their path. 」

Joanna : Huh? An ice sculpture? Why's it crawling across the ground?

Elena : It's not the only one.
Look, there's another one there... Hmm, seems like there's even more of them this way...
They're clothed the same way the ancient peoples of Kjerag are described in historical records, but did those people have the technique to sculpt like this?
Craft and sculpture of the time were cruder. Enya, what do you....?
Enya?

Enya : ...
I am afraid that these are not statues.

Elena : They're not?

Enya : They are... past Saintesses.
They are from the last time Kjeragandr vanished. They who offered themselves up as sacrifices to beg Her to return to Kjerag.

「Enya brushes her fingers against a 'sculpture's' face. Her wrinkles. Her flesh. Her cheeks puffed up by gritted teeth. Her eyelashes. Her tears staining her cheeks, unevaporated.
A girl dead from hypothermia, her delusional relief and trembling from the cold merged into a single expression. 」

Enya : They were encased in ice after their deaths, preserving their faces and postures. They were... all looking in the same direction.
They were all looking for Her... answer.

<Background fades out>

「The women follow the gazes of the 'sculptures', turning to look behind them. 」

Elena : ...What is that? I've never seen anything shaped like that in Kjerag...

Enya : It is Kjeragandr.
It is what the people of the past saw... and also—
...

Elena : Its height and scale are far beyond ancient techniques. It couldn't possibly be a relic of the past...
But this cave has been sealed off for ages. Who did this, and why...?

「A frigid wind from nowhere, laden with fine snow, slams into them. 」

Joanna : Enya, look out!

Enya : The statue is... calling me.

「The sound of a beating heart gradually becomes an ear-splitting din. She cannot hear the shouts of her companions, not even her own breathing.
The only thing her senses take in is the statue's icy radiance, alongside an irresistible urge—
The moment the Saintess's hand strokes the base of the statue, a great shock envelops all present. A vibrant scene rushes into the Saintess's mind... 」

<Background 7>

[Joanna runs in the snow. ]

Joanna : ...Gah, where'd it go hiding now?
I just saw it—its shadow darted through the grass and vanished. Did I lose track of it again?

「Past experience advises her to stoop down. She was still a child the first time she set foot into the forest. What was it her father taught her then? 」

'Listen up, Joanna.'
'Hunting isn't easy. You need to be careful, you need to be brave, you need to be determined, and you need to be merciful.'
'You need to pay attention to the tracks left by every animal.'
'Footprints in the snow, scratches on bark, fallen hairs, spoor and traces of buried food...'

「She walks by an expanse of snow, trees and bare soil. Still no sign of her prey.
Her gigantic prey, nearly the size of a small mountain, seems to have disappeared into thin air. 」

Joanna : 'Don't rush, even if you can't find anything. Don't rush... Joanna.'
'You're a hunter. You'll find your game.'
'For She has promised you that you may enter the forest with bow and crossbow, and the forest shall give you the meat and fat you require. You—'

[Trees rustle in the breeze ]

Joanna : ——!
I see it, over there!

「The shadow fleeing out from the underbrush is swift, shooting out over the trail towards the depths of the forest on the other side.
The girl waves her arm behind her as she shouts. 」

Joanna : Dad, head into the forest from the side, let's pincer it!

「A voice replies from the empty forest. 」

Male Voice : Go, Joanna! You and me, we'll catch it!

[Joanna starts running ]

'Go, you'll catch it.'
'You're such a faithful girl, never missing prayers or ceremonies, always concentrating when you carve statues of Her, even telling Her your thoughts every night.'
'She will grant you a full belly, happiness, and a tomorrow to wake up to. Because of your piety, and the time you have given Her.'

Joanna : If... Hah, if I can actually hunt that thing down....
We won't have to go hungry this winter!
It'll be enough to feed my brothers and sisters, and I can even... I can even give some to the old lady next door, and the lady who just had a baby across the road...
The horns can be carved into figures of Kjeragandr, and the skin can be made into a new set of clothes for my sister.

「There is a warmth in her chest to go with her joy, as if something were swelling within, fit to burst.
Her legs are faster than ever. Her hands do not tremble. She closes in on her prey. 」

Joanna : Nearly... Nearly got it!
Please, bless my hand, Kjeragandr...

[Whoosh! ]

「Her crossbow bolt flies through the air, its scream shattering the serenity of the snowfield.
The girl sprints after her quarry into a bush. She can almost reach its thick fur— 」

Joanna : Ah...

「There is nothing in her grasp.
Only a chunk of Originium crystal in her arm, growing like wildfire. 」

Savage Beast : What use is your faith?
Kjeragandr will not protect you. The land shall have its fill, and you are but its prey.

<Background 8>

Adso : ...
This room is very familiar to me. Though I have never seen it, I am well aware of what this is.

「The cramped, gloomy room is filled with the scent of pine oil, thick to the point you can barely walk through it. It is joined with a dry heat that resists description. 」

Adso : This is one of my thoughts.

「The old man gets up from his chair. He steps forward, as if he were about to measure the size of the room with his feet.
One step, two steps, five steps, ten. 」

Adso : Ten steps. Ten is enough.
A narrow compartment. Soundproofed, insulated, unknown to others. Suited for clandestine discussions.
If I had put it that way, if I had extended the invitation that way, then the Silverashes...
...
What did I say when Luca came to meet with me?
Did I advise him to not commit this unpardonable sin, or did I not? Did I advise him to return to the righteous path, or did I not?
Did I agree with him, or did I not? Did I believe the new things that couple brought with them would destroy the soul of Kjerag, or did I not?
Did I tell him how to build a hidden room within the parlor of the Browntail manor, or did I not...?
...Did I tell him how to store pine resin, flammable materials, dry wood and firestarters, or did I not?

「The fragrance intensifies, to the point that it stings the nose. 」

[Footsteps approach ]

??? : You forgot our deal.

Adso : Brother...

Luca Browntail : You were supposed to take control of the Vine-Bead Court and work with me, so that all of Kjerag would serve under the Browntail name.
Why are you always such a do-nothing coward?!

Adso : No... It wasn't supposed to be like this...

Luca Browntail : You know how much blood is on our hands just getting us to this point.
Look at these two girls, Ratatos and Sciurus. They're your own flesh and blood.
You're not going to close your eyes as the Silverashes and Paleroches put them to the sword when they grow up, are you?

Adso : ...
All my life, I have told many lies, cheated many people.
Including those I love, and those who love me. Those I trusted, and those who trusted me...
I once sincerely believed that great power was the answer to everything.
But I was wrong.
My decades in the Hall of Writings washed my heart clean of my arrogance and stupidity. I understood that the only thing left in my life was a mission.
A mission to serve the truth, the very virtue that Kjeragandr carved upon each and every one of our souls.
And so, to repent deeply...
For the injurious plots against my neighbors. For my despicable tearing away of parent from child. For my lust for power. For the lies that poured from my deceitful tongue.
...
If... If Kjeragandr truly existed, how could She ignore all I did?

<Background flashes>

「Fire. A fire from out of nowhere.
Or rather, it is a fire lit decades ago. A well-crafted trap that has finally found its prey.
A fire that has burned for thousands of days finally sweeps in furiously, engulfing all that Adso sees. 」

<Background 9>

Ursus Clansman : ...Get out of here. It was us who found this unfreezing lake first!

Zalak Clanswoman : Nonsense, we were the ones who found it first. Our brains and agility let us look out from atop the tallest branches, so we're the real masters of the lake!

Ursus Clansman : Sure, you've got good eyes, lets you spot water and fruit, but you've got weak limbs. You can barely do anything without wobbling like a baby.
If it wasn't for our strong arms smashing those rocks to open up the mountain pass, nobody would be able to get here!

Feline Clansman : And what about us?
It was us who crossed the streams, us who led the way for you, and us who guard the lake day in and day out. We're the ones who make sure parasites don't dirty the water, so we're the ones who should own the heart-lake!

??? : Why must you fight among yourselves again...?
There is enough water here for all to drink, and enough forest for all to build homes.

[Branches grow out of thin air. ]

Zalak Clanswoman : My word... These fruits and crops... How are they growing out of nothing?

Ursus Clansman : Is this one of your miracles? We should make you our leader.

Feline Clansman : From now on, we wish to hear your will, to follow your teachings.

??? : It was all of you together who awakened me.
I have seen all the hardships you endured as you came here from every corner of the land... Your instincts tell you to slay one another, and your instincts tell you to aid one another.
But what can be achieved through strife can also be achieved through sharing and communication. It is already so difficult to survive upon this land. Must you add harming each other to the mix?
From here on, you need not regard each other as enemies. Enjoy what this land has to offer as equals.

It was the beginning of it all.
She appeared amidst the people, worked Her miracles, resolved their disputes.
The three clans began to live together. From then on, this land had a name.

<Background 10>

Royal Minister : Your Majesty... This book recording the history of Kjerag is complete. Pray, look over it the once.
We do not dare forget a single line of Your teachings. We shall abide by Your every commandment.

??? : No... No need.
You must remember my words, and the road you have followed here, but most importantly, remember the first kindness you felt in your hearts.
You must reflect upon yourselves, see clear your own hearts, and make them clean. So long as you hold goodness within your hearts, you shall not walk down false paths.
I have nothing more to teach you. The road ahead is yours alone to walk.
I believe... It is time for me to rest.

<Background fades out>

Royal Minister : Her Majesty has left...
She told us to live as we have, but if there is nobody to command the Three Great Clans, how can we have faith in others?
No... We must hurry back to our lands and warn our people. We must beware invasion from the other clans!

<Background fades in>

Kjeragandr left, and as She did, She returned authority to Her people.
The wheel of history turned back to the beginning, and it seemed that the peaceful days of the past were but a fleeting dream...
Humanity returned to where it started.

<Background 8>

Chosen Saintess : What? I...?

Vine-Bead Court Cleric : Indeed. You are the next Saintess. Please prepare your luggage.

Chosen Saintess : My family still needs me. It's sowing season, after all. They won't be able to till the soil without me, and if that happens, they'll starve come winter.
What about the lady from before? Where did she go after she came back from the mountains? Didn't you say that only she needed to climb?

Vine-Bead Court Cleric : ...
We need an answer, and need someone to bring that answer back to us. She was unable to fulfill her duty, and so the task falls to another.
It is a great duty. The weight of the lives of all Kjerag rests upon your shoulders. Please come with me, Saintess.

Rubbish! Complete nonsense! I can't believe you would lie to a little girl like that!
Don't listen to him! Go tell your family that you shouldn't throw your life away like that!

<Background 11>

[A Saintess climbs Mount Karlan through a thick snowstorm, ringing her bell. ]

Chosen Saintess : O watcher above the clouds, god of Kjerag, Kjeragandr...
I ask... Hah... I ask that You, return to us...
I beseech you... Respond to my voice...
...Cold... Mama... So cold...
What must we do, Kjeragandr... Mmf...
Seriously... I keep shivering so much... If the bells bother Kjeragandr, if She gets mad... What do I do...?
No matter... No matter the wrongs we have done, I beg You, do not abandon us...
O Great Kjeragandr...

[Bells ringing ]

Enough... Enough.
Don't come any further! You'll die!
Why... Why all this for a lie...?

Enya : Kjeragandr... has never—

Kjeragandr : So you saw.

Enya : You're...
Kjarr...?

[A figure approaches. ]

Kjeragandr : Did you really only just figure it out?
Enya... You're more muddle-headed than I thought at times.

After operation

Summary

Enya, having bid farewell to Kjeragandr in the illusion, ascends Mount Karlan's peak. There she prays one last time for Kjeragandr's protection, dispersing the Catastrophe. Facing Enciodes's gambit and the tenacity of the people of Kjerag, Caster chooses to retreat.

「The icy wind slowly comes to a stop.
An azure lake gleams above the vast, tranquil snowfield.
Kjerag's winters are cold, and the water freezes over naturally, yet its surface remains a mirror, softly reflecting the blue of the sky.
A figure appears at the center of the lake. 」

<Background 9>

Enya : Kjarr...
Kjarr? Is that you?

Kjeragandr : Enya...

Enya : Kjarr...?
What should I call you... Kjarr, or Kjeragandr?

Kjeragandr : Oh you... Surely you haven't forgotten?
Kjeragandr is what the people of the past named me.
But Kjarr? Kjarr shall always be head maid to the lady Enya.

Enya : ...

「Enya thought of many things she wanted to say during her long journey here.
These thoughts sway through her mind alongside all the questions she wants to ask, like a cup filled to the brim. From time to time it would make some noise, but now that she looks inside after her eternity of waiting, she finds it dry, long dry.
What should she say? What could she say?
The friend she was searching for stands before her, her warm hands caressing her cheeks and the tip of her nose. Just like she always did. 」

Kjeragandr : While I can't say it's entirely unexpected, I am still pleasantly surprised you managed to find this place in the end.

Enya : I was really worried about you, Kjarr...
I didn't know where you went, and the people were terrified after the Catastrophe struck. I had no choice but to go on the Pilgrimage as the Saintess.
I went by many places... before ultimately discovering these ruins atop Mount Karlan.

Kjeragandr : Did you say... you went on the Pilgrimage? In this season? You... You idiot!

Enya : Well...

Kjeragandr : Ah, forgive me. As a maid, I should not speak to the Saintess in such a manner.
Enya... I'm just glad you're alright.

「Her friend's voice is still as dear as it ever was. 」

Enya : Kjarr...
Those visions I saw just now, were they the Kjerag of the past?

Kjeragandr : They were. Those were my memories.
Memories of when I walked the land alongside the people countless years ago. The tale of how the Kjerag of then became the Kjerag of today.
You are here in the forbidden land of Kjeragandr's body, and so through her eyes, you may witness history a thousand years past.

Enya : I'm... in Kjeragandr's body?

Kjeragandr : How should I explain it... You started in my arm and crawled your way into my chest.

Enya : This lake... Is it an illusion?
Is this the Heart of Karlan?

Kjeragandr : The Heart of Karlan is actually the name of this lake. What you see is how it was a thousand years ago.
At the time, in the depths of the mountains, there was a lake that remained unfrozen year-round.
Desperate wanderers discovered this precious source of water, and here they took root and multiplied. In time, they came to see it as a heart.
'The heart pulsed, and Karlan's flesh began to grow.'

Enya : And so the people built an altar here, so that they may honor the miracle that Kjeragandr blessed them with...
I saw the statue in the ruins. It was huge, exquisite.
Completely unlike the statue by Lake Silberneherze that we referenced ancient texts for. Was it something only people who have seen the real 'you' could have made?
What... are you, Kjarr?

Kjeragandr : Hooh... Now that's a question and a half. What a headache...
A very, very, very long time ago, I only knew that my body was massive, no different from the mountains and rivers themselves.
The land once teemed with my kin. Before that darkness descended, they already had names assigned to them by beings of the past.
'Feranmuts', 'children of the planet', 'lords of the land'...
In comparison, I am not that much older than your most ancient civilizations.
If you were to ask me, I prefer to see myself as a form of life. Really, I much prefer the name Kjeragandr.
Unfortunately, I am not what the people crave. I am not a 'god' who has power over all.

Enya : But they still treat you as one. They believe in the commandments you have given, and ascribe everything to you, good and bad.
And those Saintesses, they...

Kjeragandr : That was not my intention.
I once went to sleep for a time, but apparently, my departure terrified the people. As they tried to search for me, to rouse me, they became lost.
I sealed this place away, in the hope that the people would forget this terrible mistake of the long past.

Enya : I know that, of course I do!
You're not some evil, sinister spirit who would smile in the face of innocent girls freezing to death...

「Enya raises her hands, holding onto the warm hands cupping her cheeks. 」

Kjeragandr : I am not the god the people need... nor have I ever given any commandments.
I am nothing but another one of the lives born upon this land, born without rhyme or reason. How could I possibly have any wise words of survival to pass on?
But when I took the form of man and walked among you, I discovered to my surprise that though your people are frail, you possess an innate, near-instinctual power.
One that allows you to help one another, to overcome all difficulties and survive upon this dangerous land.
In your language, this power is known as 'virtue'.

Enya : So... that's how it all came to be...

Kjeragandr : It was not I who taught you, but rather, it was you who taught me the meaning of life.
As for the name of Kjeragandr, and the form that represents Her, those are creations of men.
But I do not believe them to be lies. The name of Kjeragandr is how the power you wield manifests itself. Nothing more.
I think... this is the Kjeragandr you seek.

Enya : 'And so She said: my path is, in the end, your path...'
People tried to confirm Her appearance, but ultimately, they were only attempting to see clearly who they themselves were.
But the paths people walk are for the most part not level roads. Most of the time, they are like confused burdenbeasts, circling about the same place, over and over...
The people of Kjerag once brought you back among us, and so our faith was steadied...
...
Kjarr... Will you come back?

Kjeragandr : Enya...
I think... I can't stay by your side, this time around.

Enya : ...But you promised me.
You told me that you wouldn't just leave all of a sudden, that She wouldn't simply spirit you away...

Kjeragandr : Enya... Listen to me, Enya.
I'm afraid I have to break my promise this time... but I never meant to lie to you. Never.
You are my friend. Out of countless years and countless people, my one and only friend.
I wanted to accompany you forever, until the end of your days... I even thought I would be the one left behind, to endure our separation.

Enya : But... what happened?
What could possibly have happened to force you to leave?

Kjeragandr : There is no such thing as an eternal union. Parting is simply a matter of time.
And my time has come... That is all.

Enya : ...
I just didn't want the day to come so quickly.

Kjeragandr : Things happen at their most suited hour.
You are unlike the other children who call out my name. You are not some helpless girl waiting for my answer as you are pushed about.

Enya : ...I started out the same as them.

Kjeragandr : But now, you walk the path of your own choosing.
You were able to find the solution in your own heart. You have braved great trials I know nothing of, experienced great danger I could not help you with. And now, you stand before me.
You are my Enya. My sweet, sweet Enya.
You are the little burdenbeast who managed to jump the fence. You have a heart that resists all discipline and a bright, witty mind. You are the first Saintess to come pray with resentment and bitterness in her heart.

「The snows of Karlan are tall and far, as pure white as stacked clouds. The wind blows from deep ravines, gently sweeping by the great land of Kjerag.
Snowflakes fall from the wind's embrace and melt with spring. They travel through Karlan's streams into the lake, then seep into the depths of the earth.
From there, the sun's rays lift the water, the mists returning to the horizon. They pile up into clouds, before turning into the next round of snow.
Their hands refuse to let go of each other. The warmth as they lean upon one another lights a spark in their bodies. 」

Kjeragandr : Go, Enya.

Enya : ...But where?

Kjeragandr : Go drive away the last of the darkness, and usher in a new tomorrow.

<Background 6>

Enya : ...
...

「The illusion disappears, like waking from a dream. The cave is still as gloomy as it was earlier. The Saintess of Kjerag turns to the massive statue. 」

Enya : ...Drive away the last of the darkness, usher in... a new tomorrow.

「Broken clumps of snow spiral around her, before being dispersed by the wind.
A single snowflake remains in the palm of her hand. A perfect, flawless hexagon.
It does not melt, nor flit through the air. It simply waits quietly like a guardian, unmoving for eons. 」

Enya : Not even asking me my opinion before giving this to me... You know I don't like taking the spotlight...
You're just so willful...

[Joanna suddenly gets up. ]

Joanna : AHHHH—!

Elena : Thank goodness, you're finally awake!

Joanna : Did I... pass out?

Elena : You did! Both of you did when Enya touched the statue. You've been out for about five minutes.

Enya : I didn't think it would be that short a time...
Did you... see it?

Joanna : I did!
I had a terrible nightmare. I was chasing down some game, when my illness suddenly got a lot worse. My entire arm turned to stone...
But then I saw someone who looked a lot like Kjeragandr, and she cured me in my dream.
Then she comforted me, telling me the stone disease isn't Kjeragandr's punishment, and that I'm not a bad girl...
Saintess! Could she have... been Kjeragandr Herself? We... We found Her, right?

Enya : We did. That must have been Kjeragandr you saw.

Elena : What are you two talking about? How come I'm the only one who didn't see anything?

Enya : Don't worry about it.
She simply gave each of us the answer we needed.

Elena : Enya... I...
Maybe... Maybe I need to revise my hypothesis and calculations.
If it wasn't a special vein of ore that protected Kjerag from Catastrophe for a millennium... Add to that all we've seen in this cave...
Though I still can't bring myself to believe in things like Feranmuts, which are completely incompatible with our scientific system...
But... having eliminated everything false, then the only possibility left must be the truth, no matter how absurd it may be.
Enya, could you tell me...?
The Kjeragandr you saw... What was...?

Enya : ...

「The Saintess stretches out her hand, softly stroking the perplexed woman's head, treating her like any other devotee who has come to her for confession. 」

Enya : I can't explain what the Kjeragandr in our hearts is, in scientific terms...
But as a scientist, how could you possibly fear the unknown?

Elena : I would never—

Enya : Kjeragandr might not be something completely incompatible with science.
Perhaps you have discovered a little corner of a field that science has yet to set foot on?

[Machine warning beeping ]

Elena : ...Oh, shoot.

Enya : What is it?

Elena : When we were climbing the mountain, the Catastrophe warning went up another level.
Basically, within the next three hours, there's a seventy-two percent chance Kjerag will be hit by a second Catastrophe.
Enya, we need to go and tell everyone to evacuate right away—

Enya : We won't make it in time...
...I still have one last thing I must do.

[Enya runs off. ]

Elena : Wait, where are you going—

[Elena chases after her. ]

<Background 1>

「Elena and Joanna follow along behind Enya, the three of them running through the passage they came through.
At the entrance of the cave, they see a familiar figure once again.
They are unsure why, but in the short time they were away, the old man seems to have aged ten years. 」

Adso : I saw...
I saw Her, and Her footprints in the snow...
I was... an unforgivable, faithless man... all along...

「The elder of the Vine-Bead Court falls to the ground, as if all the strength has been sapped from him. 」

Enya : ...
...I once endured the tangling of love and pain alongside a friend, as we waited for daybreak to wash over the mountains.
The road we walked was far longer than the road leading up Karlan.

Adso : You...

<Background fades out and in>

「The Saintess's finger traces out a shallow arc across the old man's forehead, from left to right.
Her fingertip streaks across his graying brow, anointing him with unmelted snow, like how the most pious of Kjerag clerics would dispel spirits and make prayers for newborn babes. 」

Enya : I still remember her. The girl who would ask me to teach her, even when it came to darning clothes.
How the living should be saved, how order should operate... You did not know, but She... was also learning from you.
She watches all you do. She wishes to walk with you, whether you walk down the right path or the wrong.
She never meant to deny you.

Adso : ...

Enya : Her Saintess has heard your confession, and in Her name, absolves you of your sin of disbelief.
By Kjeragandr, you walk with Her.

「Unstoppable tears flow from his aged eyes. They seep into the earth, like fallen snow. 」

<Background 5>

Duke of Caster : I must admit, I once looked down upon you, and upon Kjerag.
That battleship behind you is the result of over a decade of painstaking nation-building.
Although I am not entirely sure why you changed your mind on keeping your 'secret weapon' here concealed...
But no matter. If one were to survey the entirety of Terra, how many people who could do all this would one find?
You have earned my praise, Silverash.

Enciodes : I thank Your Grace for your approval, but as I see it, what is more regretful is that...
If Victoria were still the mighty empire it once was, you would not pay much heed to the profit you could extract from a measly speck such as Kjerag.
Who would have thought the prediction that arrogant youth gave during that one banquet would become so dangerously accurate?
In the end, there are none who can save Victoria from its misfortunate decline.

Duke of Caster : Though it is not hard to see where history's river is taking you, to change its course requires the hand of fate on your side. There is pride to be had in your foresight.
I have never been scornful of your talent. In all truth, I have had my fair share of wondering how things would be now had I kept you in Victoria back then.
Would you be a general with the name of Caster, or perhaps a famed marquis? A future where... I would not have curtailed whatever achievements you acquired.
Regardless of the details, it would have been much better than the situation we find ourselves in now.

Enciodes : If this is what Your Grace truly believes, then I hope there is still the opportunity to accept such an invitation.

Duke of Caster : Oh, don't make that sort of joke, or I might just start expecting it.

Enciodes : Haha...

Duke of Caster : I presume you have exhausted all the words of rancor in your heart to curse my dastardly cunning?

Enciodes : I never had any in the first place. If you lose the wager, you must pay. This is the most basic of preparations any player of this game would have made.
Besides, you are simply here to retrieve the profits you are owed from the many years of trade between Victoria and Kjerag.
But no matter. I must thank you for coming here in person today to sign this agreement with me. You will be giving Kjerag a priceless opportunity.

Duke of Caster : Haha... A priceless opportunity?
Let us return to the topic at hand. You being here must mean you agree to all contents of the pact.

Enciodes : All contents? I am afraid not... I must dissent with the agreement's particulars.

Duke of Caster : Oho, you still wish to bargain, even at this hour?
Alright then, let's hear it. Which clauses do you disagree with?

Enciodes : I know you intend for Caster and Kjerag to start a joint mining program, so that you may partake in forty percent of the extraction of Kjerag's minerals, including Originium and Oriron.
By my reckoning, this number could be increased to eighty percent.

Duke of Caster : Oh...?

Enciodes : Kjerag has ample mineral wealth, enough for the development of both our nations.
Victoria will offer mining equipment and specialist training to Kjerag as a means of aid, and we are more than happy to welcome in the workers and technology consultants you send.
However... we will, from now on, not allow a single Victorian soldier to pass our borders.

Duke of Caster : ...

Enciodes : Ah, yes, the one clause regarding 'the distribution of mineral extraction profits between Victoria and Kjerag as dictated by equal negotiation'. I have my issues with that as well.
Kjerag shall have complete and absolute sovereignty over all resources within our borders. Victoria has no right to interfere.
In regards to Victorian aid, we give our thanks. Victoria shall enjoy preferential prices for all commodities Kjerag sells her.
Naturally, the aid you have offered shall be repaid in equivalent value, so Victoria must import a sufficient amount of goods from Kjerag on an annual basis—the amount of which shall also be decided by Kjerag.

Duke of Caster : Don't be like this, Enciodes.
Such unreasonable demands ill behoove one conceding defeat.

Enciodes : 'Conceding defeat'? I do not recall ever uttering such words during my time aboard the Gloriana.

Duke of Caster : Hah.
Why exactly do you think I would agree to your revisions? You've lost your mind.

Enciodes : I have faith that you will agree.

<Background fades out and in>

[KABOOM! ]

<Background fades out and in>

Duke of Caster : ...What in the...?

Enciodes : This is the bargaining chip I have brought with me today.
I am terribly sorry. We are of the belief that using military force to dictate a bilateral agreement is hardly reasonable.
But this may be the only form of negotiation you are willing to accept.

<Background 12>

Victorian Officer : What was that?!
Who's firing at us?!
It's that battleship! Dammit, there's only the one, how can it have that much firepower?!

Victorian Soldier : No, that's not it!
It looked like the cannonfire came from the mountains!

<Background fades out and in>

[Machinery clunking and whirring ]

Sciurus : Keep them coming!
Keep those hands moving, don't give the Victorians a chance to breathe!
You there, big guy. Can't you load these shells any faster?

Tschäggättä : On it, ma'am!

Yucatan : You shouldn't be moving about so much, Rus. You need to mind your health—

Sciurus : Shut it!
Enciodes stashed some lovely little things up here in the mountains, and I finally have a golden opportunity to play with these new toys!
On my order! Aim at Caster's flagship, then fire!
Let them get a taste of Kjeragandr's protection!

<Background 13>

Weiss : Madam Sciurus, the mission Sir Enciodes entrusted us with was intimidating Caster's fleet. Please keep in mind that he is still aboard the Gloriana.
If you do not follow the plan, I shall be forced to stop you.

Sciurus : I know, I know... Sheesh, can't even take a joke.
These are the secrets my sister and Enciodes had been keeping quiet about this whole time.
You really are something, Weiss. The Victorians were scouring the mountains for Enciodes's arsenal, but they never would've expected it was right in front of their eyes, in our logistics vehicles.
I can't believe she'd hide this even from me... Ratatos, the next time I see you, I'm going to—

Weiss : This was the most... crucial mission Sir Enciodes gave me.
These weapons... Their scale, their very existence, is Kjerag's greatest secret. Even now.
We still need to keep quiet about them. Our biggest trump card is that the Victorians have no idea how much military power we have.
We need to keep Caster's judgment off-balance.
Nobody can really say what would happen if her fleet really did take one step forward, after all...

Sciurus : I am well aware of the situation right now. You don't need to explain it to me bit by bit.
Ratatos... This time, make sure you take care of yourself...

<Background fades out and in>

Trilby Asher : (Whispers) Your Grace, we still have no way of confirming the artillery's whereabouts.
We have informed all ships to enter defense mode—

Enciodes : No need for your report. All you need to know is that, at this very moment, there are enough large-scale cannons in Mount Karlan to shred the entirety of your fleet.
All your ships are within range.

Duke of Caster : ...You think two shells is enough for me to believe you have the power to annihilate my fleet?

Enciodes : D5, east, two hundred meters.

[KABOOM! ]

<Background fades out and in>

「The moment Enciodes speaks, a precision shell lands by the eastern flank of the Gloriana. The blast wave lifts up the hems of the pair's clothes. 」

<Background fades out and in>

Duke of Caster : ...

Enciodes : It seems there is no need for further proof.

Duke of Caster : Surely this weaponry is not the product of your own research?
Which of them has been helping you, Gododdin? Normandy?

Enciodes : Is that really such an important question right now?
You may cut off Kjerag's connections to our allies, but we have our ways of finding new ones.

Duke of Caster : Such painstaking effort just for your opening...

Enciodes : Merely tactics we were forced to use.
With such limited time, Kjerag's military development had no choice but to pursue another specialization.
Even if we were given another ten years, I fear Kjerag would still be unable to muster up a fleet that could stand against yours.
But it seems your formidable vessels have made you forget that the battlefield is not only a clash between warships.
Kjerag only means to defend ourselves, and we have no intention of robbing other nations of their coin. So compared to high-speed battleships, we went for a more suitable option.
Our mountains form a natural barrier. When lined with artillery, they serve as a natural shield, an aegis you have no hope of breaking.
But when all is said and done, if you had not prematurely treated these 'negotiations' as a surrender, you would not have fallen into such passivity.

<Background 5>

Duke of Caster : Hmph...
Then... You are determined to open hostilities with me today.

Enciodes : Hardly, hardly.
Just as how your fleet did not come here with intent to wage war with Kjerag, my goal today is simply to facilitate a discussion.
I too have prepared an agreement for you. It contains various clauses on things such as tariffs between Victoria and Kjerag and our joint mining projects. You may look over it now.
Once you have signed it, Kjerag will be happy to escort you back safely to Victoria.

Duke of Caster : You think you can threaten me like this, child?
Too radical a stance at the negotiating table will only serve to betray your lack of confidence.
If I call your bluff and order my ships forward, then things will get ugly.

Enciodes : It would be an incredible shame.
I had considered this possibility before I came to these talks.
It's just that, if people far in the future were to discuss how the Duke of Caster and some insignificant nobody died fighting each other in the snow, why, that would certainly bring shame to the Caster name, perhaps even all Victoria.
But in Kjerag? If I am gone, there are countless others who will do what I would have done. They will continue developing Kjerag until she has become a nation none can sneer at.

Duke of Caster : ...

Enciodes : I know that accepting such an unfair agreement must also be a difficult choice for you.
I can give you half an hour—but know this. For every minute you hesitate, all energy prices mentioned in the agreement will increase, just a little. A condition Victoria cannot refuse.
This is the price you must pay for trampling across our land.

<Background 8>

Alberta : Ah!
There's... There's just... so much blood...

Ratatos : Degenbrecher!

Sharp : She needs emergency treatment. You got any more bandages here?

Ratatos : I... I'll go find some!

Alberta : Degenbrecher... How did you get so hurt?

Sharp : She held off seventeen Trilby Ashers by herself. She's something, alright.
The enemy's retreated for now, so my team will take over guarding this place from her.

Alberta : But there's still so many Victorian soldiers out there... What will you...?

Sharp : I'll keep going until my mission is complete.

Alberta : You...
More people are going to get hurt...
Is something going on outside again?

<Background 13>

[Comms buzzing ]

Victorian Commander : Let me reconfirm: orders are to... carry out a frontal assault on the Vine-Bead Court?
Assault the Vine-Bead Court and rescue the abducted Victorian citizen.
...And capture Ratatos, who might be carrying key military secrets of Kjerag.
...Acknowledged.

[Comms buzzing ]

Victorian Commander : ...
All hands, load live ammunition.
We storm the Court.

[As they load their ammo, a Vine-Bead Court cleric. ]

Victorian Commander : You...

Pious Cleric : Before you is holy ground. None may enter as they please.
Please leave.

Victorian Commander : If you don't wish to be harmed, then let us through. That is an order.

[More clerics appear, forming a wall. ]

Victorian Commander : Are you... refusing?

Pious Cleric : You have obeyed your orders in coming here. So too, do we obey Kjeragandr's commands as we do the same.
Let us follow our hearts, and do what we must do.

<Background 11>

[Footsteps ]

Enya has changed into her most solemn of clothes, treading once more onto the road that tested the Saintesses.
She thinks of the countless Saintesses of a millennium ago who walked this rocky path. Her every step echoes with theirs across the ages.
What wishes did they carry with them when they met with the Kjeragandr of their hearts? Did any of them question the existence of their god, and did any of them receive Her favor?
As for her... How did she climb this mountain the first time around?
It was such a long time ago. The emotions she felt have become hazy. Her memories of the time have begun to deform.
Enya never thought this road could be so smooth, so friendly.
As if she were taking a relaxing walk home, or preparing to go meet a dear friend whom she had not seen in a long while.
Almost there...
The gray-yellow sky is covered in thick clouds, streaked with faint lightning. The chill winds have picked up.
She finally reaches the summit.
Enya kneels, shuts her eyes, and begins to pray.

[Bells gently ringing ]

Enya : If... you can still hear my voice.
If you are still the merciful Kjeragandr who loves all men who live here...
My beloved Kjeragandr, this is the last time... I ask that you hear my prayer.
I have asked countless times what made Kjerag Kjerag, what made us the way we are.
Your existence might not be the answer to this question, but it is still a... small miracle, one to rejoice in.
I want to believe that the things you left upon this land are blessings, not shackles.
Throughout the centuries, you have accompanied our civilization as it grew, as a loving and wise teacher.
And centuries from now, the people of this land will have the power to move mountains and touch the sky, yet they shall still praise your name.
We will remember your kindness. We will thank you for your companionship. We will leave the cradle of your protection.
I ask that you allow me to be your vicar, so that I may protect Kjerag one last time.
This is my... final prayer...

「Light shines from her palm. A gentle force calms the raging wind, stilling even the flow of time itself across this ancient land.
The Catastrophe clouds begin to scatter. The dread disaster about to strike the land has been subdued by some awesome might.
The clouds part, showering the devout woman in a kindly radiance.
The wind stops. 」

<Background 14>

[Warning alarms ]

Rhine Lab Researcher : A Catastrophe alert?!
That's some good timing. We only just installed this warning device, and it's already coming in handy!
We need to inform the government to evacuate people right away... Oh no, the danger level—

Kjerag Researcher : The alert... stopped all of a sudden?
But how...? This steep drop in Originium energy fluctuations... Are the monitors broken, or...?
By Kjeragandr...

<Background 11>

[Slow footsteps ]

Adso : ...

「The old man hobbles along the rugged trail, walking towards the depths of the mountains. It is where he has consigned himself to.
He stops by the side of a cliff. 」

??? : Why do you wish to jump?

Adso : All my life... I have lived a lie.
I should have been Her servant... but I deceived Her. Deceived myself.
It was my arrogance, my impiety, that led me down this undignified and evil road.
I cannot... forgive myself. All I can do is end this sinful life.

[A figure approaches him. ]

Passing Girl : But if this is how you go, all the snows can do is bury your body. They can't cover up your mistakes.
No confession comes too late. You need only repent in your heart, and you will be reborn.
You know, I can't quite recall... Kjeragandr, is that what She said?
As Kjerag's most knowledgeable elder, there is still much you can do, right?

Adso : You...

<Background 13>

「The sky suddenly clears, the fierce sunlight dazzling the old man's eyes.
He sees the rays of light tear through the clouds. His chest, too, seems to burn. 」

Adso : Is this... a miracle...?

Passing Girl : Just this once, Enya... From now on, everything really is in your hands.
Sorry. When the time is right, I'll come see you.

<Background 13>

Victorian Commander : This is your final warning. This operation is not targeted at Kjerag's civilians. Please leave immediately!
If you refuse to cooperate, we cannot guarantee your safety.

「The officer raises his blade high as he gives the civilians a stern warning, but none of them budge.
Soon, more and more people begin to gather.
Clerics, craftsmen, herdsmen, merchants... They stand across from the soldiers by their own accord, forming a silent wall.
One person squeezes out from the crowd. She raises her hands, walking between the two groups.
Several operators dressed in Rhodes Island uniforms follow behind her. 」

Alberta : I'm... the 'hostage' you said you were going to rescue.
The people of Kjerag never abducted me. In fact, it was Victorian agents who trapped me in there, trying to destroy the evidence I have of Victorian operations in Kjerag. They even harmed the people trying to protect me.
All the evidence, that evidence you want so badly, is hidden somewhere you cannot touch. If you make any further moves, it will be immediately released to the public.
If you still want to silence me, then do as you will.
But these crimes you have committed on sovereign Kjerag land, under the banner of 'nobility'... You will never be able to cover them up.
We're not any sort of superior civilization. We're just better at cheating and swindling.
Just stop it already... This farce.

Victorian Commander : You...

<Background fades out and in>

「The gloomy sky suddenly clears. As one, everyone lifts their heads.
The clouds covering the heavens disperse, replaced by a rainbow spanning the horizon.
And so, all cruelty and fear are wiped from the hearts of men.
The sunlight dazzles the eyes, as if it were advice, or perhaps deterrent.
The soldiers cannot help but lay down their arms. 」

<Background 5>

Enciodes : Time is short.
I am afraid that things will not turn for the better, if you delay.
What is Your Grace's decision?

Duke of Caster : I am suddenly reminded of something you once said...
I could never imagine what sort of power a united nation might possess... Is today the day I get to experience it for myself?

Enciodes : What you see is but one minute aspect of it. If you ever have the chance to deepen your understanding of her, I believe you will be very much pleasantly surprised.
In truth, this is a topic I only fully understood long after I left Victoria. Perhaps it can also answer the question you posed me.
Why once-great empires become feeble, and how poor lands can stand tall.
A nation's government, its institutions... Whether its leader is the Lord of Lions or Parliament, whether Saintess or the Clans.
These are important things to consider, yes... but the crux shall forever be the people.
Just as a great navigator cannot hope to lead a hole-pocked flotilla forward, no leader can change the fate of a nation using solely their own strength.

Duke of Caster : You say that, yet your words do not agree with your actions.
Were you not prepared to change the destiny of all Kjerag with your own two hands?

Enciodes : I believe in the people who live upon this land. People of faith.
I know you have devised all sorts of means to confirm if the mysterious power of the famed Kjeragandr truly does protect Kjerag.
What you see, what blocks your way, is indeed Kjeragandr's might.

Duke of Caster : Haha... You are the same as you ever were.
Still so full of mettle, so eager to display yourself... Impressive.
This little gamble of yours has managed to get the better of me... But this time, I will not let you off easy the way I do with mediocre men.
And so—
...Huh?
What... is that?

<Background fades out and in>

「The people on deck look to the distance.
They see the thick clouds layered across the sky be torn open by some divine power. They see the ancient Mount Karlan, bathed in radiance.
It is a beautiful sight. Enough to stir the hearts of people, and inspire reverence.
Is it Her wroth, or Her mercy?
The word 'holy' might never have come to the minds of the irreligious, but at this moment, the same thought blooms in the hearts of all.
This is a pure land, one that must not be violated. 」

Anxious Soldier : Your Grace... Our intelligence indicates that this 'Kjeragandr' has already vanished from Kjerag.
But we cannot confirm what is causing this phenomenon in the sky.
What should we do, Your Grace?

<Background 5>

Duke of Caster : I had wanted to see this gamble through...
But unfortunately, they have added one last weight to the balance, and we cannot stop the scales of victory from pointing their way.
What more can we even do?
Sound the retreat.

OS-ST-4: 'Arrival'

Summary

The dust has settled, and subtle change comes quietly to the ways and cohesive form of Kjerag's faith. Rhine Lab continues its research into the extraterrestrial object, and Elena deciphers its message with Enya's help.

<Background 1>

Young Cleric : Saintess...
The clerics who followed the sinner Adso in betraying the Vine-Bead Court have all pled guilty. They are currently being kept in another one of our estates, awaiting your judgment.
How do you intend to... punish them, Great Saintess...?

Enya : ...

「The great hall is deserted. The seats lie bare, even though they are full most days.
Only a single young cleric sits before her, awaiting her word with bowed head. 」

Enya : I have heard of what happened during the unrest.
They were led astray by Adso, and did much wrong.
But I believe their hearts were always focused on defending Kjerag.
Them stepping forward to confront the intruders is atonement enough. There is no moral nor logical reason to sentence them to heavy punishment.
Have them go about the lands of the Three Clans. It is their duty to help the people complete this winter's farmwork. They are also to examine themselves, and ask how the scriptures they recite every day can be put into practice.
Once spring comes, they may return to the Court.

Young Cleric : Yes, Your Holiness...

Enya : Is there anything else?

Young Cleric : Great Saintess... If I may be so bold as to ask you for guidance...
During your Pilgrimage, did you hear Kjeragandr's will?

Enya : Why do you ask?
Have you forgotten that we should not demand She show Herself?

「The cleric lowers his head even further, hesitantly speaking further. 」

Young Cleric : The people believe that when the Victorians invaded, She worked another miracle and scared them into retreating.
I don't know why, but... I feel like it was more of a... wave goodbye...
I think, maybe around the time that Catastrophe happened, Kjeragandr had already left us.
If you wish to punish me for my impiety, Saintess... I will also...

Enya : ...
Matthew... You are Matthew, correct?
Can you tell me why you decided to join the Court?

Young Cleric : When I was younger, my parents had five children to feed, and our fields were not up for the task. They decided to send me, the youngest, to the Court.
They would save on having to feed one more mouth, and I would be fed by the Court as well...
I studied hard, of course! I have been carefully reciting the Kjeragandr these past few years, studying all Her teachings.
But I have seen Kjerag change a lot since then.
There are too many things I have never heard of, things that not even the Kjeragandr can explain.
I had thought that, as long as we had enough to eat and a roof over our heads to keep out the wind and snow, we would live out our days in happiness.
But why is it now, when we have those things, that we become even more lost...
Saintess, could it be that the people of Kjerag have strayed too far from the road She has shown us?
Which led Kjeragandr to... leave us...

Enya : ...
When has Kjeragandr ever shown Her people one specific road to follow?
When the first peoples came to these mountains, using their picks to split the frozen ground and their axes to hew trees for homes, they could never have imagined...
That today, the people of this land have fixed their gazes beyond the stars.
But equally, Kjeragandr has never promised us a land of purity, eternally free from disaster.
We will face ever greater dangers, seeking our way through all kinds of trials.
Until one day, we arrive before Her, and we ask Her our questions about ourselves...

Young Cleric : But Your Holiness, Kjeragandr is our greatest sage, our teacher, our leader... Does She truly have no commands for Her people?

Enya : It is not a command, per se...
But consider for a moment. The most important wisdom Kjeragandr gave us has already been written in our scripture long ago, has it not?

<Background 2>

Remember the path you walked, and let not yourself forget;
Fear the blizzard that has yet to come, and let not yourself be arrogant;
Clutch your bows and arrows, pickaxes and hoes tight, and let not yourself be careless;
Love your brothers and sisters, love your neighbors and friends, and love the rocks and hills, the grass and trees, as you would love your own siblings.
Heed these words, and no calamity shall prevail over you, and your home and hearth will be safe forever more.
...

<Background 3>

[Elena is working on her computer when a door slides open. ]

Silence : Still busy, Elena?

Elena : Director Silence?

Silence : I heard you're still handling the observation data from before. Hope I'm not disturbing you.

Elena : I'm recalculating my models using the data I got on Mount Karlan.
If all goes well, we should be able to get the precise location of where that extraterrestrial object fell on Kjerag. It beats running across the mountains looking for it.

Silence : This is a major discovery, and it's all thanks to your courage and determination. You've done well, Elena.

Elena : You don't need to praise me for doing my job, Director, it's kinda embarrassing...
Oh, right, heard anything new about Carolin?

Silence : (Shakes head)
We still haven't managed to find her, but our investigation over the last few days found a lot of definitive proof that she was in Kjerag as a spy.
I'm sorry, but we have to admit... those accusations against her were true.

Elena : ...
I remember the time I worked with her. Her face whenever she talked about the sky... I don't think you can fake that sort of passion.
I don't understand why she would...

Silence : 'Ideals' and 'future' are beautiful words, weightless and romantic, without form or substance.
But the people who are the vectors of those concepts... They are still weighed down by the gravity of reality.
I hope that one day, you'll have the chance to ask her yourself.

Elena : ...

Silence : Ah, I almost forgot. I read your report.
Core nation academics could never get past the theoretical stage when discussing Feranmuts, since they never found any real proof of them.
Most people write those creatures off as mystical mumbo-jumbo.
But now, you managed to find actual Feranmut biosignatures in Kjerag. These incredibly rare observation data might even lead to a massive breakthrough.
It will be a significant step forward for you to be the one to publish this discovery.

Elena : Thanks, Director.
But... I don't really have plans to publish it at the moment.

Silence : Oh? Is there something else you're worried about?

Elena : I... Oh, forget it!
Leaving aside the fact that this was a complete coincidence and I only stumbled across this stuff with the help of two friends, I haven't discovered anything amazing at all!
Besides, our current understanding of Feranmuts can barely even be considered superficial. I can't imagine publishing this would bring about anything except even more of a headache for Kjerag...
If a thirst for knowledge is a scientist's greatest friend, then a thirst for quick results is their greatest enemy.
Eagerness for success, eagerness for leaving behind your name in the books, even eagerness for an answer, something to prove you're on the right track.
But I won't rush things this time.
I'm not in a hurry to prove myself to anyone. If I'm wrong, then I'm wrong.
The people of the past made lots of mistakes as they explored Terra. Why do I need to try and be a 'wise woman' who hasn't made any?
I've still got plenty of time. Before I head off, I need to recognize that I don't know a thing about Terra.

Silence : An impressive outlook... I respect your choice.

Elena : Oh, shucks, I'm not impressive at all...
Honestly, I just want more time to make sure this survey is the best it can be. This way, I won't make a fool of myself publishing a half-baked paper—

[Computer beeping ]

Elena : Oh! The calculations are done... Got it!
We'll find it at...

<Background 4>

[Footsteps ]

Gnosis : ...

Degenbrecher : Is he still not back yet?

Gnosis : I thought you still had some recuperating to do before you could get out of bed.

Degenbrecher : No need to worry about me. You don't know a thing about a warrior's mettle.
It seems he had his way in the end.

「The two of them look around. The vast office feels more spacious than ever, much of its former decor having just been moved out. Their conversation echoes slightly in the empty space. 」

Gnosis : Hardly the first time.

Degenbrecher : I was curious to see how he planned to clean up this mess he left behind.
But it seems the plan was to just dump it all on you.

Gnosis : It sounds like you have your complaints about him as well.

Degenbrecher : Would you believe me if I said I am fighting on your behalf?

Gnosis : ...
I never actually expected him to return.
It's the same story every time. He always has his ways of getting everyone to do what he wants... Whether they're his enemies, or friends and family.
Never caring what others think, always making his own schemes, giving tasks nobody wants to do to the people around him...
...Then shouldering the hardest part himself.

Degenbrecher : You're the last one still putting in a good word for him.
In moments like these, I can only understand Enya and Ensia's urge to slam his head against the ground.

Gnosis : Alright, enough grumbling now.

Degenbrecher : Moving on then. There's only one set of shoulders the heavy responsibility of handling Karlan Trade can fall on now. Do your best... Chairman Edelweiss.
I wish you the very best in your new position.

Gnosis : I thank you for your kindness.
But I am currently considering creating a special position for the Black Knight.
Director of Public Relations, perhaps, or maybe a brand ambassador, things like that. Just know that it won't be light work.

Degenbrecher : Alright. Defeat me, and I'll take the job. Right here, right now.

Gnosis : ...I forfeit.

Degenbrecher : Nothing you can do about it, then.
Take care now, Chairman Gnosis.

Gnosis : Wait, Degenbrecher.
...Are you going to leave?

Degenbrecher : ...?

Gnosis : I know not everything happening right now is as he promised.
'Making Kjerag big enough for the both of us'. That's what he said.
While the stage he set for us is hardly small, what he asks us to do is not as we first intended.
So if you're feeling weary of all this—

Degenbrecher : Time flies. I've been working for him for a while now, now that I think about it.
Enjoying myself? Hardly. Feeling weary? I would not go that far.
But there was one thing off about your little speech.
The ones standing in this room are not Enciodes's subordinates or attendants, and are certainly not cubs that need his care.
We were never waiting for him to create something for us, nor were we expecting something in return from him.
We each walk our own roads, roads that just happened to go the same way for a while.
So if there is anything you really can't get done without me, come find me.

Gnosis : Hah...

Degenbrecher : But there is one thing I will not compromise on.
No promotion ceremonies.

Gnosis : ...

<Background Black>

Friendly, Polite Man : So, we finally get the chance to meet.
Mr. Silverash.

Enciodes : I am truly honored to receive you in person. I hope your trip to the Snow Realm has been smooth so far.

Jackson : Smoother than silk, aside from my secretary banning me from skiing. That one's a mighty shame.
First of all, I'd like to thank you.
When I was talking with our scientists, they all gave rave reviews when it came to Karlan Trade providing them a safe working environment in Kjerag.
Whether it's making sure the observation station was supplied during the Catastrophe or protecting the scientists during the unrest, Kjerag has shown the responsibility a modern civilization should have.
Rhine Lab's preliminary work in Kjerag is going smoothly, and you and your team deserve some recognition.

Enciodes : We were merely doing our jobs.
I hope this will make you believe just how much our cooperation with Columbia means to us.
Kjerag has made our preparations. We will do all we can so that when the next Terra-shaking wave strikes, we can seize the opportunity.

Jackson : 'Future'. It's a word that really captivates people.
From a certain point of view, Columbia and Kjerag are both 'young' nations.
I believe there are times that youth isn't such a bad thing.
Because it's the young who have the courage and energy to embrace the future one step ahead of the others.
Oh, right, on my way to Kjerag, I heard about a little incident that really surprised me.
I hear your Kjerag had a little 'friction' with Victoria's Duke of Caster a few days ago.
So I wanted to ask: do you think Victoria is a credible threat to Kjerag, and to the safety of Rhine Lab?
Please believe me when I say that Columbia is willing and able to work alongside Kjerag to preserve the international order among the core nations.
If you're interested—

Enciodes : I thank you for your kindness, Mr. Vice-President.
Victoria is our neighbor, and they have always kept a close watch on Kjerag's development. On this one point, they are the same as Columbia.

Jackson : Oh, I hope that's not meant to be criticism.

Enciodes : Haha. Since competition and friction are unavoidable, Kjerag has no intention of complicating such matters.
What I hope for more is to be able to have an open and sincere dialog between us.
This ancient land of Kjerag still has many mysteries that urgently need resolving. We must keep in mind that this is the very reason we are seeking cooperation.

Jackson : History and religion, ancient mysteries full of charm...
One of the rumors I heard said the Duke called the retreat because she saw Kjerag's protector god, Kjeragandr, work a 'miracle' at a pivotal moment.

Enciodes : The Duke of Caster is a shrewd politician. A mere miracle would not sway her, I'm afraid.
It is simply that she realized if she wanted to achieve her political goals in Kjerag, she would have to pay a much higher price than she anticipated. This is why she abandoned the idea of making us her foe.

Jackson : A brilliant gambit, I must say... But in the eyes of others, this is also a signal.
Within the landscape of the core nations, a new state has risen—and Kjerag stands ready for the next round of competition, which will be crueler than ever.
Do you think this is what you intended?

Enciodes : Rather than saying this is any one person's desire, I would rather say it is the inevitable outcome.
Terra cannot give Kjerag the time we need to develop, and since competition and conflict are unavoidable, showing our neighbors our determination is not necessarily bad.
It will let them know that Kjerag will not give up the chase simply because we have lagged behind a moment, nor will we lose heart in defending our interests because of a lack of military power.
Through competition, advance development. Amidst conflict, seek peace. This is Kjerag's choice.

Jackson : You sure are something, Mr. Silverash. You're like a seasoned statesman when it comes to all sorts of things.
Might be a bit bold, but would you mind one last question?
You've resigned your position as Chairman of Karlan Trade, and you've maintained the legitimacy of the Vine-Bead Court in Kjerag. What would you say your role in the country is?
A determined, proactive reformer, or a powerful warlord, or maybe the true power behind Kjerag, hidden in the shadows?

Enciodes : I am afraid this is not a question I can answer for you, Mr. Vice-President.
When people in the distant future discuss this period of history, see if they still remember the Silverash name.
I hope they will see the name as one of the countless stones forming the foundation of Kjerag's ascent into the coming era.

<Background 5>

「The manse is deserted.
All is arranged as it was, yet shines as if new. Standing here once more brings only the sense of a lifetime having passed by. 」

[Footsteps ]

Chester : Master? You've returned.

Enciodes : I have.
Are my sisters not here?

Chester : *sigh* The young mistresses were unaware you would be returning today. If I had known, I would have asked them to stay. How long has it been since you last had a meal together—

Enciodes : No need to trouble yourself. There will always be time later.
I think I shall take a little break today. It has been a long while since my last.

Chester : Then I am afraid I shall have to trouble you with another matter. As it so happens, you have just received a telephone call.
Is it a telephone? Or one of those 'long-distance information transfer'... One of those new-fangled Columbian toys. Would you be receiving it now?

Enciodes : Connect me.

[He answers the phone. ]

<Background fades out>

Enciodes : Ah, yes, I thought it might be you.
All is well here, thanks to your aid with the prior matter. It was of highest importance to Kjerag.
A victory? I don't believe we should call it that.
Our patient set-up and long-term build-up are receiving the outcome they deserve, nothing more.
Save your suspense over victory or defeat for the next time we meet across the board.

[Equipment activating ]

Kjerag Researcher A : Surface temperature, 17.8 degrees, stable.
Radioactivity index, 97.5, stable.

Kjerag Researcher B : All indices within safe limits. Target is stable. Proceed with sampling.
By Kjeragandr... This really is something that fell from outer space. Didn't think we'd get to see it for ourselves.

Kjerag Researcher A : By Kjeragandr indeed... Our Kjerag's been changing a little too fast, I feel like.

<Background Black>

Muelsyse : Hello? Elena, can you hear me?
How're you doing in there? Hunky-dory?

Elena : Ah... I don't... feel too great, honestly. This new model of power armor... Still not too used to it.
Everything's gone dark in here, I think I might have hit a power switch or something by accident... Wait, it's you, Director Muelsyse! You're blocking the camera!

Muelsyse : Oopsies sorries!

<Background 6>

Muelsyse : Look, there's no need to be so nervous, most of the armor's functions are automated. Just imagine you're wearing a nice, thick hazmat suit.
Also, Nasti promised me this model has a hundred-percent reliable emergency eject function. It'll shoot you out to safety the moment it smells trouble.

Elena : It'll shoot me out?! What if I go too high or something—
No, this really isn't the time to worry about that.

Muelsyse : Seriously, relax a little. This is your career's big moment, y'know, you should be enjoying it.
Alrighty then, all ready?

Elena : I've gotten this far...
Alright! Let's do this!

「Deep within the mountains hides a clearing rarely set foot in by man.
The mysterious object that fell from the heavens lies in the center of the clearing. Surrounding it are countless probes and sensors, like some ancient altar.
Elena slowly moves the power armor forwards.
She can sense countless eyes boring holes into her even through the cockpit. Everyone awaits this historic first contact.
The irregular indigo object is right in front of her. Elena takes a few deep breaths, then slowly stretches out her hands.
The robotic arms make contact with it.
There is no explosion, or flash of light, or unexpected activity. It is like an ordinary handshake.
As gentle as a snowflake falling to the ground. 」

<Background 6>

[Footsteps approach ]

Rhine Lab Researcher : We've got the preliminary analysis of the sample, Chief Urbica.

Elena : What's it say?!

Rhine Lab Researcher : The results are really surprising...
We have no idea what seventy percent of its composition is. It's not any sort of material known to man.
But it seems like its structure has been severely damaged.
As for the remaining thirty percent, we're sure that...
There is fundamentally no difference between its main component and the somatic cells of Terra's Elves.

Muelsyse : Did you say... Elves?
But why... would Elves come from outer space...?

Rhine Lab Researcher : It might be completely unimaginable, but based on what we've seen from the sample, the conclusion is clear.

Elena : If we're sure that this part of it is just like an Elf... then wouldn't the damage to its structure mean that it ran into some sort of danger before it fell...?

[Footsteps approach ]

Enya : So this is the 'meteorite' you were looking for?

Elena : En—Saintess, what are you doing here?

Enya : Shh! Not too loud...
I snuck out of the Court. I could hardly miss the chance to see our guest from beyond the sky up close.
It seems... rather more dangerous than I imagined?

Elena : Unknown objects always have a certain amount of danger.
Its fall onto Kjerag, was it pure coincidence, or some sort of unexpected factor? Or to put it in another way, what sort of causal relationship does it have with Kjeragandr's dormancy...?
Right now, we don't even know where to start with our research.

Enya : The life of a scientist is bitter work indeed.
Oh? What is this screen for...?

Elena : That's a sonographic imager.
Based on our observations, this unknown object is constantly sending out a type of infrasonic wave.
It's very regular, always repeating across the same frequency band.

Enya : How curious... If it weren't for your explanation, I would have thought it was some kind of writing.

Elena : Writing...?

Enya : The shape of this frequency closely resembles ancient Kjerag symbols that were used to transmit information.
It's very simple, with an extremely limited vocabulary. It's mostly carved on rocks or trees, to inform your friends of the prey's location, or the movements of a fierce beast, that sort of information.
Hmm... The similarities are striking, now that I think more about it.

Elena : Enya! Can you read this language? Could you translate it?

Enya : Only somewhat. If you want to decipher it, I'll have to go back to the Hall of Writings to find Memory and Symbols—

Elena : I've got it here!

Enya : Huh?

Elena : When I snuck into the Vine-Bead Court, I scanned all the books they let you borrow the whole way through with my terminal, just in case... Aha, here!

Enya : I didn't think you would...

Elena : I'm begging you, Enya, please!

Enya : Alright... I'll give it a try.

[Keyboard typing ]

「Enya takes the terminal from Elena, and with some guidance, she finds the relevant text.
She looks at the diagrams in the ancient tome, writing out her translation in the snow with her finger. 」

<Background fades to white>

Destruction... has arrived