Operation story: DM-1

Before operation

Summary

On a chaotic battlefield in Kazdel, the mercenaries Hoederer and Ines accept a new soldier with an unknown background— when one W dies, a new W takes his place.

<Background black>

「It's me.
I've reached the target destination. I have visual confirmation of the smoke signal's coordinates.
...It's been a while since our last fight with the other mercenaries. We've taken some losses.
But they hid plenty of supplies in the underground bunker. We won't come back empty-handed.
Mm, yeah. The scout can go on ahead.
I'll catch up soon.
...Right, there was an unexpected casualty.
W is dead. 」

<Background 1>

Ines : ...
You're talking like it was hell on earth out there, but you look perfectly fine to me.
Or are you talking it up to get a pity bonus?

Hoederer : Well, it's not like you had to go out of your way to leave camp to pick us up. Who asked you to be such a worrywart?

Ines : I don't give a shit about anyone. Quit projecting.

Hoederer : If W hadn't stayed behind to create an opening for us, none of us would've made it out.

Ines : ...
...When did it happen?

Hoederer : Two hours ago, when our communications were cut off. The squad got ambushed.
W blew apart the ruins and gave us a chance to escape. He fought until the bitter end.

Ines : Poor guy.

Hoederer : Yeah. If only he made it back to camp alive. His kill count was well past mine. He would've come out as top merc, easy.
Forget it, no point talking about that stuff now. At least he's earned his rest.

Ines : With the enemy routed, we should probably bring him back?

Hoederer : Impossible. We can't risk exposing ourselves like that. Don't want to get caught out.
Why would you even want to? Were you two that close? Nobody told me.

Ines : He had a bunch of loot on him. That's all I care about.

Hoederer : It wasn't that much. Some of the other guys brought in bigger hauls.
When the war ends, we can go back to the good old days.
...If the war ends.

Ines : Hmph...

Hoederer : We can sit around and commiserate later. We'd better get out of here before sunset if we don't want to be the center of attention.
Head back to camp and muster the troops.

Ines : Hmm–?
Is that an order, "Second" Lieutenant Hoederer?

Hoederer : ...We've lost contact with the other squads. As of right now, I'm your commanding officer.

Ines : We're the same rank.

Hoederer : *Sigh*....
...Ines, let's hurry back to the rendezvous point. Then we can contact the client again to renegotiate our deal.
That's a suggestion, not an order. All right?

Ines : Hmph...
How much you think we can milk W's death for?

Hoederer : A lot.
He was a helluva merc. Everybody knew.

Ines : At least... his death won't be in vain.
In the end, did he leave anything–
–Shh!
Someone's coming. Three o'clock. Not one of ours.

Hoederer : ...

Ines : Just one. Get out.

[A Sarkaz woman reveals herself. ]

Disheveled Sarkaz Woman : ...

Ines : A Sarkaz...? One of the natives?
No, wait... You have W's gun and knife in your hands...
Who the hell are you?

Disheveled Sarkaz Woman : ...

Ines : Not talking? Then, die.

Hoederer : Wait, hold up.
She followed us here.

Disheveled Sarkaz Woman : ...

Ines : ...You let her follow you?

Hoederer : We haven't exactly been dragging our feet, but she's kept up with us purely through her own skills, even after grabbing W's gear.
She's an "experienced" Sarkaz, and I may need a local guide when it's time to bounce.

Ines : –Are you insane? Isn't that all the more reason to kill her right here?
If you want us all dead, you might as well just do it yourself.

Hoederer : I wouldn't dare.

Ines : What if she's an assassin? What if she leads us straight into a trap?
Did you forget how many people in Kazdel want your head?

Hoederer : Oh? How many?

Ines : ...There's one right in front of you.
You've got a huge bounty on your head. But for the time being, I'd rather it stay on your shoulders. Don't get too full of yourself.

Hoederer : I appreciate your diligence and frugality, but I'm not joking around either.
She took the risk to pick up W's knife and gun, and had the stones to walk right up to us.
What are your Arts telling you? Is she hostile?

Ines : ...No sane person would just take in a totally unknown Sarkaz.

Hoederer : Yeah, that's the difference between you and me.
On my way back, I gave her a whole bunch of openings, and she... threw little stones at me.
An interesting display of good will, wouldn't you agree?

Ines : ...Huh?

Hoederer : According to the old ways, we might want to give her a chance.
This war has thinned out our ranks. We could recruit some more Sarkaz, just as mysterious as her, but I'd rather hand-pick someone myself.

Disheveled Sarkaz Woman : ...

Ines : But, she's an outsider. Our ways don't apply to–
–You know what, forget it.
I'm leaving in ten minutes. I don't care how many come with me.
But if you're gonna give me any more corpses to deal with, I don't care whose, you better make it quick.

[Ines leaves. ]

Hoederer : Heh. Quite the impatient one, aren't you.
...All right, you. Listen carefully.

Disheveled Sarkaz Woman : ...

Hoederer : You're holding our fallen comrade's relics there.
Put them down, and you can walk out of here alive. You'll have to find somewhere else to die, but at least you'll buy yourself some extra time.

Disheveled Sarkaz Woman : ...

Hoederer : ...
This is your last chance.

Disheveled Sarkaz Woman : ...
Last... chance?
...I don't think I ever had a choice. The second I turn around, you draw your blade and cut me down.
This whole time... your other hand has been on that hilt.

Hoederer : ...Very good.
You may have seen us before, or maybe you worked for someone else. None of that concerns me.
But, you understand what it means to take up the weapons of the fallen, yes?

Disheveled Sarkaz Woman : Of course.

Hoederer : In that case, prepare to evacuate first. We'll talk details later.
Now, go rejoin the squad–
–"W."

「There is no end to war. And there is no end to our fight.
It is as if war is the tool that we have always relied on for survival.
...Mm, I am convinced of that.
Some still harbor reservations in their heart, while others have grown accustomed to that fact. The latter live, the former die.
And some people... were born to play this role.
What a pleasant surprise.
When I saw her in those crumbling ruins, I knew for sure...
She would reign supreme among the Sarkaz warriors. 」

After operation

Summary

Months later, after a failed assassination attempt, a messenger returns from Kazdel with a mission from an organization known as "Babel". In the midst of turmoil, the mercenaries accept their fate.

<Background 1>

「Several months later...
4:28 PM \ Cloudy
Military buffer zone between Kazdel's east/west battlegrounds 」

<Background black>

「A small ambush.
Looks like you were right. A lot of people do seem to be after my head. What a pain.
Not too many of them. They must be trying to cut off the head of the snake in a hit-and-run.
We only have half a squad left. What a perfect time to try and take me out.
...Too bad for them it's a little too perfect. Just as planned.
All right, I'll catch up with you later. The Messenger for Kazdel should be back in a minute. 」

<Background 1>

Hoederer : ...

W : ...What are you looking for?
That corpse... that's the assassin?

Hoederer : ...Yeah.
I knew he'd have it on him.

W : A note...?
Actually, wait, did you know this guy?

Hoederer : Of course.
We've worked together before. Went through hell together. Just a few months ago, we were at the Scar Market, toasting to a job well done.
He even said he wanted his daughter to marry me.

W : That's dumb. You're mercenaries. Sooner or later...
...
Hold on, you didn't really–

Hoederer : Of course not. I turned him down.
...For other reasons, of course.

W : So, what does it say?

Hoederer : Useful stuff. Some intel from the Market. Gossip. Things worth looking into.

W : ...
...And what about this?
They're all names... No, all pseudonyms or code names. And there's... candy drawn on the back of this? What's all this supposed to mean?

Hoederer : The more pieces of candy, the higher the payout. It's a system only a piece of shit like him could come up with. Whoever gets the most candies is the most dangerous mercenary.

W : Creeps like that really leave a bad taste in your mouth.
...But then again, this adds up to a fat stack. Who's footing the bill?

Hoederer : Every time we complete a contract, someone will usually put up an additional sum to get rid of us. Like whoever hired us, for example.
The more powerful the mercenary, the bigger the bounty. The bigger the bounty, the greater the risk. The greater the risk, the more they need to kill off the merc. And the mercs who live through all this... they become the strongest.
This war has driven us to the brink of death, but it's also left room for us to survive.

W : I guess that all works.

Hoederer : It's the rules of the game.
... "Hoederer, Mercenary, 10 candies. Tough squad, 15 candies. We're acquainted, 20 candies."
Can't fault his accounting.
...
"W, the old one, taken care of. The new one is a problem. 10 candies, maybe more, situational."
Sounds like you earned your candies too.

W : Might have something to do with those arms dealers I buried alive in the woods last month.
Hah... So, am I supposed to be happy about this?

Hoederer : Arms dealers, huh... Why am I learning about this just now?

W : I was just in the neighborhood.
When you guys raid the Laterano caravans, do you bother reporting each and every one?

Hoederer : No.

W : Right? It's the same idea.
Since this isn't technically a part of the job, it's not like us mercenaries have to share every little detail.
Hmm... But lemme get this straight. I'm stronger than that old "W," huh?

Hoederer : Strong or weak doesn't tell me shit about a soldier's actual capabilities. For me, it's all about whether or not they can follow orders.

W : Fine, fine. I'll be more thorough next time. Does that work for you?
By the way, I've been wondering, what kind of person was that old "W?"

Hoederer : That guy... was a strange one.
He was with us for a long time. Hardest worker you ever met, a real good egg.
He fought hard to become our team leader, racked up kills and commendations, just so we'd celebrate his birthday.

W : ...A Sarkaz? With a birthday?

Hoederer : Of course it wasn't his real birthday... He wasn't that far gone.
He once killed a Laterano and took his gun. I guess they had some history between them, so he decided that day was his birthday.

W : Mhm... A merc who killed Lateranos for sport, huh? Sounds like we could've been friends.

Hoederer : There's a lot to unpack in there.
But, "for sport?"

W : Hey, gotta live in the moment.

Hoederer : Good answer.
"W" was one of our biggest characters.
He always had that devil-may-care laugh, but whenever he spoke, you could tell that there was something more lurking underneath.
But he was quicker to trust than pretty much anyone else.

W : Why's that?

Hoederer : Because he had an "obsession." Obsessed people, good or bad, are always falling into traps.

W : ...All right. Just sounds like a dumbass to me.

Hoederer : I figured you'd get it..
Because you're the same type of person. Good at putting on airs, good at living in the moment.

W : I am?
...

W : ...Hah.
What makes you so confident you can guess what I'm thinking? Or, do you have some weird Arts like Ines?

Hoederer : You...

W : You could've decided to kill us both that day. I thought you understood that?

Hoederer : *Sigh*... You're not going to let that go, are you? Reminds me of Ines...
Let's head back and see how our Messenger's doing.
It's about to rain.

「That's the first time I saw her smile. The same smile as W's.
Giving her a thinly-veiled excuse was at least better than having her continue this numbingly dull busywork.
What I needed was a mercenary who could cleave a path forward, not just another puppet. Puppets are a dime a dozen..
That was the day W became W.
...But Ines was right.
Ridiculous. 」

<Background 2>

Hoederer : Ines, you should head back to the tent. No use staring blankly at a campfire.

Ines : Hmph. Can't imagine we got good news from Kazdel.

Hoederer : Nail on the head.

Ines : I could feel the Messenger's anxiety after he came back. He tried not to show it, but he was scared out of his mind.
...Not to mention your expression. Your poker face couldn't fool a toddler.
So, what's the bad news?

Hoederer : So, I'm still alive, but... our agent died in Kazdel's industrial area.
His corpse got thrown into a furnace. His head got melted off, but those gaudy red pants are somehow still fine.

Ines : Who did it?

Hoederer : Nobody knows when it happened. First person to find the body was one of the boiler workers.
But, whoever did it was quick. You have a fight on metal and it's gonna show for a while–
They used a knife. And they were damned good with it.

Ines : Whatever. It's not like we'll ever catch them.

Hoederer : He wanted to hang out in Kazdel and didn't like to take orders. And this is what happens. Kinda funny, huh?

Ines : But now who's gonna pay us? I'm not laughing.

Hoederer : And the next part is even less funny.
When our Messenger was leaving Kazdel after confirming the report, he ran into some friends...
Some... spies.
I guess it's more "was intercepted by" than "ran into."

Ines : ...So, we've been caught again?
Wouldn't be the first time. We could take the initiative here...

Hoederer : By the look of things, we don't have a choice. The Messenger came back with an order.

Ines : ...An order? For us? From who?
Since when do we take orders from anyone?

Hoederer : I've gone through the options. Just let me finish.
They want us off the battlefield and up to a remote mountain pass. Looks like it might take us through a canyon.
...To protect a transport team.

Ines : Escorting transports is a pretty run-of-the-mill job. There has to be more to it, right?

Hoederer : ...I don't know.

Ines : ...Excuse me?

Hoederer : Really sorry. The situation's spiraled out of control–
But this could be a rare opportunity for us.
Now that we're responsible for the entire team, the situation has changed. Everyone else is looking for an opening, and we can't just sit around waiting to die.
You and W are in charge of this job.

Ines : ...I have some issues here.
First of all, I won't go with W.
She's made some waves, but I don't think she's ready yet.

Hoederer : She's totally proven herself.

Ines : I see things you can't. I trust my Arts.
Hoederer's team shows up with a new demolitions expert, and suddenly the battlefield is one big fiery explosion.
The other mercs are all playing it cool. The "battlefield" changes every day, and you never know when it might swallow up your base camp.

Hoederer : ...I know.

Ines : She doesn't hesitate; not when she's lying, not when she's killing. She is too "qualified" a mercenary. I can't tell how deep she is.
I'm not looking for a knife in my back, and I don't think she's cut out for this "escort" job. No matter how great you think she is, now's not the time to send out your greenhorn.
Or did you have some ulterior motives?

Hoederer : I'm working with the tools I've got.
Look at where we are. We can't leave people on the sidelines anymore.
Mercs don't have a dog in the fight, really. But that also means we don't belong anywhere. When the dust settles, we'll fade away, along with the war.
The difference is, war will return one day. But we have only one chance to live.
I'm not going to be fatalistic about this... and neither should any of you. That's the deal.
We have to play the hand we've been given. Stand out from the crowd, and stake out our own position.

Ines : ...

Hoederer : ...That group's here from Rim Billiton. I'm willing to bet they get raided not long after crossing into Kazdel territory.
A lot of our people won't take the job. We'll have to change the teams up a bit, but it doesn't matter in the end.
It's a dangerous contract, but worth the risk. We, or at least you–

Ines : Hold up.
Not that I question your decision... It's just that...
...Ah, forget it. Anyway, you don't need to be so uptight. I'll follow your orders, as always.
But first, you need to calm down, then take a look at your own feet.

Hoederer : ...Hm?
Oh... Are you talking about my shadow?
I can't read your eyes. What am I looking for?

Ines : Your shadow. It's trembling.

Hoederer : ...It's windy. And the campfire is flickering.

Ines : You know what I'm talking about. All you Sarkaz are like this.
Don't always try to plan too far ahead. There are too many things you can't control. We're just mercenaries, after all.

Hoederer : ...I'll keep that in mind.

Ines : So, if you want me to bring W with me, what about you?
What are you planning?

Hoederer : That's on a need to know basis. You're safer this way.

Ines : If you can't trust the other teams, you should at least trust your own.

Hoederer : I'm not hiding anything from you, it's just...

Ines : Out with it then.
Spill it!
Who was it our Messenger met?

Hoederer : ...
...
..."Babel."

Operation story: DM-2

Before operation

Summary

After taking care of their "comrades,", W, Hoederer, and Ines decide to split their forces. W and Ines meet first, exchanging words before crossing swords. At this time, the transport team quietly arrives.

<Background 1>

[The barracks are under attack. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Tsk... Those are the same goons as last time– How'd they find us here?!
Hurry up and retreat! Don't waste time!

W : They've got us surrounded. And outnumbered.

Sarkaz Warrior : Then we gotta find a way to break through!

W : Their scouts took out all our sentries. We're in the dark here...

Sarkaz Warrior : Bullshit! Are you gonna stand around and wait for their Casters to fry you?
Hey, you... You're with Hoederer... What are you doing here?
Where's Hoederer? And his men? He's supposed to be–

[W cuts off the radio held by the Sarkaz warrior. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Wh-what are you doing to my comms?! What gives–!

W : ...Would you shut up already?
Remember how I was on patrol here? That made it real easy to plant bombs all over your camp.

Sarkaz Warrior : ...You! Hoederer! You sold us out...!

W : Don't make it sound so bad.
We're headed out on a long, long trip. And wouldn't you know it? Some guests showed up just as we're leaving. So someone's gotta stay behind to hold the fort.
Now if we leave some snacks out for our guests like a good host, maybe that'll get them to stop chasing us?
Gotta say, I appreciate all you're doing for us~

Sarkaz Warrior : Damn you... You knew they were coming the whole time... And you're just going to leave us here to die–?!

[Another attack hits the barrracks. ]

W : Hmmm...
Well, at least try to put up a bit of a fight. The more you struggle, the bigger our head start.
But seriously, thanks a kiloton.

<Background fades out and in>

Hoederer : I ordered you to help the teams that didn't have time to escape, but...
...Why didn't anyone else make it out?

W : They volunteered to stay behind.
Don't worry. I left them a little gift... So they were more than happy to help us hold off the bad guys.

Ines : ...I doubt anyone here would be willing to sacrifice themselves.
No need to lie about it. Nobody's going to blame you for sacrificing others to save your own squad.
But lying to your commander is another story.

W : ...

Ines : You can't fool my eyes, W. You're on thin ice here.
Don't forget how green you are.

W : ...I'll be sure to reflect upon my actions, Captain Ines.
Because we'll be working together... for a very long time.

Ines : So, what's the plan now?

Hoederer : No harm, no foul. What's done is done, and it was probably going to turn out like this anyway.
W might have made the right call.

Ines : ...Do you seriously believe that?

Hoederer : The Sarkaz over there have nothing to do with us.
Who they were, what they did. How they lived, how they died. None of our business.

W : Brutal.

Hoederer : Let's talk work first. Ines, you and W split up and lead your teams away. Messengers stay radio silent, then regroup at the rendezvous point.
...I'll catch up later.

Ines : ...

W : ...

Hoederer : ...One more thing.
I don't care what kind of mischief you get up to, how one of you exploits the other or whatever, but I won't stand for you actually, directly fighting.

Ines : But indirectly is fine?

W : Pretty lax rules.

Hoederer : ...*Sigh*.
I really hope it doesn't come to that. But it's not like I could stop it either.
For now, at least, if you plan to stay alive, make good use of every last Sarkaz you have.

<Background black>

「Hoederer has always been like this.
He thinks very little about what actually matters, and wastes so much brainpower on the pointless stuff.
...Nobody says W isn't a great fighter. But there's a lot she's missing.
If she really is just an incredible Sarkaz warrior...
....Hmph. 」

<Background 2>

W : It's not even dark out. And you still gotta hide over here by the fire?
Maybe you just like fire?

Ines : I definitely don't like people bothering me.
Your team is three hours late.

W : That ambush... did you and Hoederer plan that?

Ines : Go ask him.

W : He doesn't know anything about it.

Ines : ...Then it must've been a coincidence. All mercs are a pain in the ass to deal with. You cross their path, and they're gonna give you shit.

W : Oh, that's all? Here I was worried Hoederer sold out my position.

Ines : You think that's what he should've done?

W : Why not?

Ines : How do you know we're not lying to you?

W : You could've killed me a long time ago. Doing it now wouldn't help much, would it?

Ines : Hmm...
What were you doing before you found us?

W : Huh? After all we've been through, you're giving me the job interview now?

Ines : Hoederer never asks about his people's pasts. But I'm not Hoederer.

W : Yeah you're a whole different species from us.

Ines : Are you looking for trouble here?

W : As far as I can tell, "Miss Ines" isn't so good at close combat.

[W narrowly blocks an attack from Ines... ]

W : —!

Ines : A lesson for you: If you want to live a little longer, don't put all your eggs in one basket.
Every Sarkaz mercenary carries a sword.

W : Well color me surprised. All this time I thought that was your staff. But...
–Oh, but you, a "Sarkaz mercenary?"

<Background 2>

[...and counters it. ]

Ines : –Tch...

W : I'm still pretty sure I've got you beat at close range, but... Hmm, I admit I got a little careless.
Well, thanks. A scratch on the arm is a pretty cheap price for that lesson.
You and Hoederer are both pretty good at keeping your cards close to your chest.

Ines : I'd rather talk about you. High-profile mercenaries like you are pretty much all dead by now.
You've made such big waves in such a short time, but I never heard anything about you before you joined us. That's pretty suspicious.
And you came looking for Hoederer. Why?

W : You said it yourself.

Ines : What?

W : A lot of people in Kazdel are after his head.

Ines : You dropped that bomb pretty smoothly. Why'd you change your mind?

W : Hmm... I figured I'd get what I want easier this way.

Ines : And what is it you want?

W : ...None of your business.

Ines : You're shook. How funny. Why not make something up to dodge the question?

W : ...Your Arts again?
Those damned eyes. My reasons have nothing to do with you.

Ines : Same with my eyes.

W : ...

[Ines and W felt that people are approaching. ]

W : What was that?

Ines : ...From the east. Something's coming.
There's more than one squad, but only one of them's the real deal. Hmph, they sure are cautious...

W : Ehh, sounds like a pretty big gang. Just how many people did they hire?

Ines : ...Hoederer was right. This is going to be our biggest battle yet.
We're heading into uncharted territory now.

W : You scared?

Ines : Hah.

W : Hoederer should be here soon with his squad. Tell the Messenger to get back on comms.

Ines : I don't remember anyone putting you in charge. Don't give me orders.

W : Oooh, whoopsie...
You just keep guarding this campfire over here. I'll head down to the camp and check on the situation.

Ines : ...
That's... Babel's...

[The approaching people includes Hoederer, who returns to Ines and W. ]

Hoederer : Sorry, had to take a little detour along the way. Ended up wasting a bit of time.
But it's time for us to really get to work now.

Ines : Positions, everyone.

Hoederer : Hm... And how you doing over there?

W : A-okay.

Hoederer : ...Judging from the burnt grass and neatly-cleaved mud here, you two have been busy.

W : C'mon, we were just sparring a little, as a warm up. Definitely not fighting or anything.
Right?

Ines : Don't worry. Next time, I'll bury you where they'll never find your body.

Hoederer : ...*Sigh*.
Just to reiterate, our job is simple. Don't let anyone near our mark.
Eliminate anything in the canyon that looks at you sideways. Open fire on anyone who approaches.
Any questions?

W : So, where's our destination?

Hoederer : Can't disclose that. This escort task is to be carried out in stages, and our mapped route has already been passed out. After we reach our destination in three days, someone will connect with us.

Ines : ...Hoederer.
What are they transporting?

Hoederer : I also can't– Wait, Ines.
It's a breach of contract to use your Arts to probe the transport team. Don't underestimate them! Stop right now!

Ines : You said they were a regular old transport team–
I... no, this is definitely a convoy that needs protection.
But this huge thing that they're transporting... I'm only seeing a shadow...
...A landship? No, it's...
...a skeleton?

After operation

Summary

The enemy quickly routs the mercenaries, and Ines, upon waking up, is forced to fight alongside W. Ines pretends to abandon W to ambush their pursuers, but they are still surrounded by powerful enemies.

「To the north of Kazdel lies a birch forest.
There, the progression of life unfolds. From Spring it begins, and in Winter it ceases.
And only death thrives in the long winters. All living things make their exodus in unison, leaving only the Originium crystals speckled along the ground to reflect the somber moonlight.
...Pale, withered tree trunks hang lifelessly, their slender shadows intertwining and stacking upon empty expanses of snow.
That is the scenery I saw. 」

<Background black>

「......
...Ines!
...Ines! Tch!
...Screw you! 」

<Background 3>

W : If you're not dead yet, then wake up already.

Ines : Huh...?
(My head... what is this pain...?)
What's going on... what happened?

W : Nothing happened, but just in case that fall gave you amnesia, I'll give you a quick summary.
We were ambushed an hour ago. They were quick. Our caster had no time to put up a barrier, and our team got split up. We're the only ones here.

Ines : ...
And the comms?

W : Jammed. I don't know how they're doing it, but we're definitely up against pros. At least more professional than any of our prey before.
But the good news is they didn't go straight for the convoy. Looks like they got a tip or something, but not the details.

Ines : ...

W : ...

Ines : ...Go ahead. Find a way to meet up with the others.

W : Oh? I figured you'd doubt me, at least a little.
Guess I'll leave you as bait.

Ines : Who do you think would survive if we fought?

W : Obviously–
...
Tsk... You really should do something about that nasty personality of yours. You can tell I'm injured that easy?

Ines : Oh... so it hurts that bad, huh?
I figured you had some control over your emotions, like you could fake them. Guess I was being more careful than I needed to be.

W : Do you always scan your teammates with Arts as soon as you wake up? Now that's a mark of trust, boss.

Ines : Force of habit.

W : So that's why, huh? The first thing you do after you open your eyes is surveil your surroundings. What a coward~
Hey! That hurts...!

Ines : You said bait, right? Not a bad idea.
No point in dragging along a merc who can't even stand up straight. You stay here for a sec and I'll call in the enemy.
Hope you guys get along nicely. Can't have you dying on me too quickly.
See you later, W.
Oh, one last thing. I never trusted you.

W : Hey, you little–!
—

<Background fades out and in>

Sarkaz Warrior : ...I found a mercenary. Just one.
Confirmation. It's W.

W : ...That was fast.
Or rather, you've been following us the whole time, huh...?

Sarkaz Warrior : Letting a few of them go was well worth it if it means we can get our hands on an HVT like you.
Hmph. I was gonna follow you back to the rest of your team. Never expected them to just abandon one of their own.
Tell me everything you know about them and you might get a quick death.

W : Well there's the trouble, huh? ...I'd love for us to be honest with each other, but the truth is that I don't know anything.

Sarkaz Warrior : You're badly wounded. And we don't have time to waste. You might die if we torture you on the spot, and I'm sure nobody wants that.

W : In that case, you should chase down that woman. She knows more than I do.

Sarkaz Warrior : ...Don't you resent her for using you as bait?
You'll have a better time if you work with us.

W : ...Bait, huh?
Say... Have you ever baited Originium slugs with industrial residue before?

Sarkaz Warrior : ...What are you talking about?

W : It's kind of a Kazdel folk thing. We get Originium slug infestations, you know?
Wild Originium slugs are pretty dumb, and they like Originium–
–But setting that aside, do you know what happens to the poor slugs that are lured over?

Sarkaz Warrior : Don't mince words with–

[An explosion is heard. ]

W : They get blown apart, just like your buddies over there.

Sarkaz Warrior : What?! When did you...?!

W : Hey, you even said I was bait. Didn't you think that meant a trap?
Probably should've killed me sooner, or ran off, I guess. Here, I'll give you another chance. Let's take it from the top.
*cough* *cough*—
–So fast?! Have you been chasing us this whole time?

[Suddenly someone puts the Sarkaz warrior at swordpoint. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : You're insane!!
Ugh... Who's... behind...

Ines : Hush. No sudden movements.
It's kind of a beginner sword, but I'm not so good with a blade. If my hand slips, you die.

Sarkaz Warrior : When– When did you get–

Ines : I'm pretty close with the shadows. Did you really think you'd be able to catch me without a scout?
Speak up. Who's your master?

Sarkaz Warrior : I'll... never–
Graaaaahhh!!

W : Easy there. How's a guy supposed to talk if you turn his organs to mush?

Sarkaz Warrior : Kazdel will... never... forgive you...

Ines : (Kazdel...)
Mm, thank you.

[Ines kills the Sarkaz warrior. ]

W : You really suck at torture.

Ines : ...Damn. You're still alive.

W : You could've let him kill me first. Too bad you're so impatient.

Ines : Hmph. Of course I'd rather kill them first. These insects have taken too much from us.
When the enemy shows you an opening, any merc worth her salt would kill him, no?

W : ...Hah.
You really do have a bit of Sarkaz in you, huh?

Ines : Rubbed off on me.

W : That wasn't exactly quiet. I bet more of them are on the way.

Ines : Isn't that what we want? Keep them away from the objective.
He said he let a couple get away... That means the rest are dead.
He wasn't good enough to take down that many of our people. And he was definitely scared. There's... something else out here.

W : Whew.

Ines : ...Were you really faking your injury?

W : No no, you can't just fake an open wound away.
This is all mind over matter.
But let's talk about you. Did you really know that I had a present ready for them as soon as you woke up?

Ines : If I didn't wake up, I would've been the bait.

W : I definitely would've waited for you to die before springing the trap.

Ines : Hmph...
If one day, you meet someone who actually could read your mind...
You won't be a match for her.

W : I guess I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

[Another explosion is heard. ]

W : Can you feel around with Arts?

Ines : ...As if I wasn't going to do that already.
...
No...

W : That's the look that usually means we're boned.

Ines : You got that right.
But there's no running now. We press on.

W : And you suck at fighting, so it's all up to me?

Ines : Head west. We might be able to turn this around with Hoederer and his team.

W : And if we can't find them?

Ines : Then we die.

<Background fades out>

Sarkaz Warrior? : We wiped out half the escort team, but we couldn't stop the convoy before point A5.

Sarkaz Warrior? : They threw out a lot of decoys. Some of the most well-guarded ones were fakes.
Either Babel's pulling some next-level strats, or... the real one doesn't even need protection.

Sarkaz Warrior? : Yeah, we need to end this fast.

Sarkaz Warrior? : Thought we could leave mop-up operations to those scum... Didn't think they'd blow that too.
Their skills are all over the place. Hoederer's team was a lot tougher than I thought.

Sarkaz Warrior? : If Babel didn't score them first, would've been nice to get them for ourselves.
Do we keep chasing?
We don't know what's up ahead.

Sarkaz Warrior? : ......

Sarkaz Warrior? : Understood, General.

<Background fades in>

Sarkaz Warrior : We lost them?

Sarkaz Warrior : Split up. You go east, I'll take the west.

<Background fades out and in>

[W and Ines comes out of hiding nearby. ]

W : Phew... phew...
These guys aren't easy marks.

Ines : Duh. Hide.
Pfah...
......

W : Knock it off. You've been at it since the beginning. You're gonna go blind. Don't your eyes hurt?

Ines : Of course they hurt, dumbass. But we have to find a way out...

Mercenary : Aieeeeee! I surrender!

[Ines kills the surrendering mercenary. ]

W : Ooh, what a nice, clean slash. Did you see that?
They're dressed up as mercs, but these aren't mercs.

Ines : Cut the chatter!

W : They don't even need to ambush us. They could take us head on in the ruins and we wouldn't be able to beat them.

Ines : What are you thinking?

W : Huh...
Are you still spying on me? At a time like this?

Ines : No. I just haven't gone blind yet.
You've got so many... are those grenades? What are you doing?
Are you gonna blow yourself up with them?

W : A kill's a kill, no?

Ines : Don't throw your life away for nothing.

W : For what then?
What's the point of living? What should I throw my life away for?

Ines : ...Sarkaz really are crazy.

W : That's why I never trusted you. You're not crazy.

[W leaves... ]

Ines : Hey, W! Wait!
Gah, come back!

[...and throw grenades around her. ]

Ines : —!

Sarkaz Warrior : Yep. Found one. The one and only W.
The way you toss those Originium grenades around, and such big ones too. That's the kind of crazy that gets my blood pumping.
How do you do it? All my friends incinerated in a flash, and don't have a scratch on you?

W : What can I say? Practice makes perfect.

Sarkaz Warrior : The General's gonna like you.
Just lay it all out for me. What's Babel got you doing? You can do a lot better somewhere else.

W : Why should you trust me?
Why should I trust you?

Sarkaz Warrior : Asking the right questions in the right order.
Mercenaries are a tool of war. If we're gonna fight, we gotta have the right tools at hand.

W : Don't you think we're more expendable than that?

Sarkaz Warrior : That's your call.
We got another one hiding 17 meters out, 4 o'clock. The one with the scouting arts. You can think it over too.
Put the sword down. You can't beat me. Welcome to try though.

Ines : ......
Hmph...
What do you want?

Sarkaz Warrior : Yeah... this fits. We got W and Ines.
You got maybe 20% of your people left. The scattered remnants can't do much.

Ines : What's that you're standing on...?

Sarkaz Warrior : Oh? This?
It used to be a person. I guess it's hard to tell at this point.

Ines : —

Sarkaz Warrior : You get it now? We're not your regular mercenaries. We're not hitmen either.
What if we do this? There's the two of you, plus your leader. Only one of you three has to die.
The other two bring back a head. I don't care whose. We pin all the losses on the head and take in the survivors.
Not that this is my call. But we have to do something for our fallen men.
Things could've gone a different way if we weren't meeting on the battlefield.

W : That's awful nice of you.

Ines : Just my luck. I suck at fighting. I probably can't beat this ugly bitch.

W : Now we're so honest all of a sudden.

Ines : Yeah, so the only other choice is for us to team up and kill Hoederer.

W : Yep. Hoederer.

Sarkaz Warrior : So—

[W and Ines attacks the Sarkaz warrior. ]

Sarkaz Warrior : Hm...
Tell me... why do mercenaries insist on getting killed?

W : I'm not gonna stay on the side that's getting played. I'd much rather play with someone else's life.
Plus, I'm real sick of listening to you. You're boring. And your shitty little attempt at a death game sucks.

Ines : ......

W : Oh, and my poor little lamb here steadily going blind...
She's not Sarkaz. You noticed, right? You stepped right into her minefield.

Sarkaz Warrior : You know how this will end. You've already lost.

W : Oh?
I dunno about that one...

<Background fades out>

「Are you really going? The landship is right here.
Yes, I didn't expect them to spot it so soon. Did intel blow this one?
At least we've got the mercenaries.
We put them in danger. They have no idea what's happening.
They're mercenaries. They live for this. And sooner or later... it will be our burden too.
I can save them. I can save some of the men who would die for our mistakes.
You're right, Theresa, but...
There isn't a single Sarkaz, not a single person, who should die for nothing.
...*Sigh*... Then I'm coming with you.
Good. Thank you—
—Kal'tsit. 」

<Background fades in>

[The fighting grew intense as more Sarkaz warriors show up. ]

Ines : ......

W : Wow, reinforcements, huh...? Who are they...?
There's a lot of them...
......

Ines : Hey, you stay with me.

W : Sorry... I'm just so... sleepy...

Ines : Since when do you know the word "sorry?"

W : I had to watch you pass out last time... Now it's your turn...
C'mon, be a team player... I just need a little... nap...

Ines : Tch.
Fourteen, fifteen... Still more...
They're professionals. Look how they move... they know the battlefield even better than we do...
...Kazdel... hmph...

[The radio communications are back online. ]

Ines : —!

「Ine... Come in... someone...
Going... to save you... 」

Ines : Comms are back...?
—!
What... what's this feeling...?
Someone's close...!

<Background 3>

Ines : ...Hoederer.

Hoederer : Ines! Where's W? What are your coordinates?

Ines : You lived in Kazdel... before the war... didn't you?
There's something I have to ask...

Hoederer : Are you wounded? Catch your breath.
Find a safe place to hide. The convoy is going to call in reinforcements for us...

<Background black>

Ines : Just... listen to me, Hoederer.

Hoederer : Okay, I'm listening.

Ines : The King of Sarkaz... The one who lost Kazdel... Her Majesty...
Is she... a woman with white hair?

Operation story: DM-3

Before operation

Summary

When W comes to, the mercenaries have already transferred to the former Rhodes Island. While Hoederer participates in a meeting, W is carefully investigating her new surroundings when she meets her King.

「The Sarkaz stopped.
The burning ruins collapsed in towards the center. Those monstrous creatures looked down on us from above.
A woman suddenly emerged from the center of the circle. A very... strange woman.
She wasn't Sarkaz. She stood in the center of the battlefield, her expression unchanging.
Ines was trembling, but I couldn't tell you why.
The explosion must have damaged my hearing. I couldn't hear what they were saying.
But I knew they were afraid.
Was it because of her?
No, their attention was focused in another direction, on someone else.
In the seconds before I lost consciousness, I saw—
A... Sarkaz.
An unthreatening... slender Sarkaz. 」

<Background black>

「......
They... for the moment...
Sarkaz... must...
...You will... what?
She is heavily injured... If we don't do something now...
...If... he... finds this place... We're out of time...
...Kal'tsit, give me a hand.
...*Sigh*. Fine. 」

<Background 1>

W : —!
Where am I...?

Ines : On a landship.

W : Landship...?
How are we still alive?

Ines : If you're gonna screw around, can you leave me out of it?
*Sigh*...
Long story short, we got rescued.

W : So where are we?

Ines : The main convoy. This is the landship we were protecting. Now it's hauling our wounded.
Looks like it's still under construction. I can't tell how it all fits together. Weird.
(But the shadow I saw... It was... Some questions are better left unanswered.)

W : What about Hoederer?

Ines : He's with the client... Err, he's... talking to the boss of this place.

W : Right. If you're still hanging around here, Hoederer must be fine.

Ines : Tch.

W : So what's the deal with "the boss of this place?"
You look nervous. And I don't need to blind myself with Originium Arts to figure that out.

Ines : Don't tell me you think I'm hanging out here because I care about you?

W : Definitely not. So what's the reason?

Ines : *Sigh.*
I guess I just feel bad for him.
Who knows what kinds of monsters are in that room with him...

<Background 2>

Hoederer : ......

Kal'tsit : Try to relax. Nervousness will only drag down our efficiency.
You did the best you could. The leak was our fault.

Hoederer : We don't really look for fault on the battlefield. I know who I'm dealing with.

Kal'tsit : Good.

Hoederer : But I can't say I expected that commander... to be one of Her Majesty's own.
You're... a lot stronger than I expected. I haven't had a chance to thank you yet, Dr. Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : Theresa's the one you should be thanking.

??? : What was that about me?

Hoederer : —!
Your Majesty—

??? : We're not in Kazdel anymore. Let's not stand on ceremony. We're here to sit down and talk, Hoederer.

Hoederer : By your command.
And, the one in the coat there must be...?

??? : ......

??? : I hope you don't mind. It's very important that the Doctor be well aware of any new intelligence.

Hoederer : Thank you for understanding.

<Background fades out and in>

[W walks through the landship's corridors. ]

W : ......
(It really is a landship... But it's pretty big, huh...?)
(There are parts that look new, but some bits are so old they're practically falling apart...)
(I think... this is from Rim Billiton...)

Small Cautus : Oh! S-sorry. They're still building this place...
Dr. Kal'tsit said... not to go any deeper. It's dangerous...

W : Uh huh...
Okay. I'll go somewhere else.

Small Cautus : Thanks.

<Background fades out and in>

W : What a nice kid. With those ears, she's definitely not Sarkaz.
Come to think of it, that one lady who sucks even more than Ines, that doctor, she isn't a Sarkaz either...
What's going on here? I look around in the middle of a battle and nobody's Sarkaz?

「How could you be jammed again?! 」

W : Huh?

??? : Happy place, Closure. That's only the seventh short circuit today...

Closure : THE—SEVENTH—SHORT—CIRCUIT—
Kind of embarrassing for a genius engineer, huh? What if we invested in a new set of doors? That'd save some time!

??? : Oh... well, we have so many wounded to care for. Their provisions are rather expensive, in both manpower and resources...
And wouldn't giving up be an even bigger embarrassment...?

Closure : Waaaahhhh—
Okay! Your Majesty!
Give me three days! If I can't fix it in three days, I'll take the whole security control system apart and reinstall it!

??? : Re-reinstall? You can do that?

Closure : I dunno who built these mysterious systems and then buried them out in Rim Billiton somewhere, then if we can't figure it out...
We'll just have to replace it with something we can! Easy peasy!

??? : Well... I'll leave you to it then.

Closure : Roger that!

??? : ...*Sigh*.
Rhodes Island... how long will it be until you're up and running...?

W : Rhodes Island?

??? : Oh...
You're... I remember, you were with Hoederer...
You've regained consciousness? Your wounds were quite serious.

W : (Did I scare her...?)
I'm W, the mercenary. I'm looking for Captain Hoederer and I kinda got lost...

??? : Be careful where you wander. This place is still being built. There are a lot of exposed wires. You could get shocked.
But I have a feeling such caution is second nature to you, no?

W : ......

??? : W, was it?
You may call me Theresa.

W : —

Theresa : Hoederer had words with the Doctor after our meeting. I believe he should be back in his room in Medical by now.
Don't make them worry. You ought to head back too.

W : Theresa... Your Majesty?

Theresa : Oh? Well, we're not in Kazdel anymore. No need for titles.

W : Okay, Theresa... Majesty, why were you wrestling with a door just now?
And that short girl there is an engineer, right? I mean, it's just a door...

Theresa : It's not just a door.

W : O... kay?

Theresa : How many things are there totally unworthy of my attention?

W : ......
So what's Rhodes Island?

Theresa : Oh, you heard that.
That is the name of this vessel. Although it has not yet been officially christened... that is the name I wish for it.
Maybe it's just my whimsy. The Doctor and Kal'tsit may reject its "true name."

W : ...Heh. True name? For this landship?

Theresa : You saw. This vessel wasn't built in Kazdel.
Searching deep in the oldest records we have, I came across that name...
"Rhodes Island."
I'm not actually sure what it means. Hm... Kal'tsit should know more.
But that is what I want to name it. It already had a name, after all.

W : (Her Majesty Theresa fought against the Regent who usurped Kazdel... She personally brought together more than half the Sarkaz clans...)
(...and she's fixing a door herself?)
......

Theresa : What's wrong? You have an odd expression on your face.

W : Would it be considered improper to laugh in front of Your Majesty?

Theresa : N-no... But neither Kal'tsit nor the Doctor are the laughing type... and the warriors have too much on their plates for such frivolity.
I would quite like it if you all would smile.
But that is perhaps an extravagant hope. I understand the pressure I've placed on everyone.

W : So I'm cool to laugh then?

Theresa : Um, yes?

W : ......
Nah, the magic's gone. Can't do it...

Theresa : Why do I feel like that's my fault?

W : Hehe... well, I wouldn't dare.

Theresa : What about you?

W : What about me?

Theresa : I am Theresa, this is Rhodes Island, and you are?

W : "W..."

Theresa : That's not what I mean. "W" is a mercenary codename. I want to know your true name. The one that represents you..
You need not cloak yourself in a disguise tainted by war. This goes beyond names. Let's just say I'm nosy.

W : ......

Theresa : Oh... forgive me.
You don't have a name?

W : It's pretty common for Sarkaz born in Kazdel.
We don't really care much for... names. People forget them all the time. What's the point in making an effort to remember a name?

Theresa : I don't want to forget them. I can't forget them.
If you wait for the dust to settle in Kazdel... until you're no longer "W," we could speak like this once again.
Maybe then you could have a more fitting name. A proper name for a Sarkaz woman like yourself.
Like Rhodes Island. A name makes things feel so much warmer, doesn't it?

W : ......
I never really thought about it...

[Kal'tsit appears. ]

Kal'tsit : Theresa, message.
Kazdel is on the move. The Doctor is getting ready.

Theresa : Right, I'm on my way.
W?

W : Oh, yeah, I'm here.

Theresa : If you are willing to fight for us still, you will always be welcome here. No matter what.

<Background fades out and in>

Kal'tsit : ...*Sigh*.
I'm not going to criticize Theresa's decision, but...
Don't expect too warm a welcome. I've seen your record. You're dangerous.

W : Oh. Same?

Kal'tsit : You're recovering fast, but not enough to have you wandering around as you please.
Go back to bed before we have to have someone carry you there.

<Background black>

「I realized later.
I never dared to look Theresa in the eye.
Why?
She looked so naive.
It wasn't the look of a leader at the head of one of the armies in our cruel war...
Is naive the word...?
You don't have eyes like that when you're naive... Such... sad eyes.
And those two were always at her side, it seemed.
If... if I could stand with them...
What kind of sights would I see? 」

<Background 2>

??? : ......

W : ......?
(That hood... is that the "Doctor" they were talking about?)
(Is that person... looking my way...?)
(......)
(What the... Why...?)
(Am I scared? Scared of what? That person gives off pretty normal vibes, but...? No, it's too vague. I've never seen anyone that weird before...)
(Oh... that's Babel's battlefield commander. I remember now...)
("The Doctor," huh?)

<Background black>

「I'm starting to get why Ines wouldn't go near Her Majesty.
Maybe it would be better to look out for myself every once in a while.
But... I'm not sure why... Ugh, when it comes to Theresa, I never really knew why...
Call it a whim. Hoederer and the others would understand. 」

Trivia

This story is the only instance where the Doctor's dialogues are not chosen by the player.

Operation story: DM-5

After operation

Summary

Hoederer still chooses to leave Babel. After bidding farewell to Kal'tsit, the two veterans talk on their way out, and W, who remained there, works hard to win the king's approval.

<Background 1>

Kal'tsit : You've decided.

Hoederer : Sounds like you aren't asking, Dr. Kal'tsit... Sorry, I just realized, I'm supposed to call you Lord Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : There's no point in talking about that now.
I just want to express my disappointment at your decision. You could have been a great help to Theresa.

Hoederer : Her Majesty... came to me alone, after the last mission.

Kal'tsit : Sounds like her.

Hoederer : She said she remembered me, where I came from, in Kazdel.
The huge industrial district, and the endless rotten, crime-ridden city of death that stretches out around it.
The influx of refugees growing the slums up skyward.
How many "nobles" do you think there are in Kazdel? How many of them are Sarkaz who gave themselves some stupid title in an even stupider war?

Kal'tsit : As many as there are weeds in a garden.

Hoederer : That's a good one. They are like weeds.
But Her Majesty might remember.
I appreciate her kindness. She remembers the last bit of humanity left in the Sarkaz.
She's the only one who could.

Kal'tsit : So why are you trying to escape?

Ines : Put it a little rougher, why don't you, Doctor?

Hoederer : Ines, Dr. Kal'tsit has done a lot for us. You know that.

Ines : Hmph...

Kal'tsit : No offense intended.
If you've decided to leave, I have no right to stop you. You can go and be free, travel the world as mercenaries.
You don't need me to tell you that.

Hoederer : Right.

Kal'tsit : But what about the other Sarkaz?

Hoederer : W has her own plans.
And it's not like we have the power to make every mercenary follow the rules.

Kal'tsit : That's how mercenaries are. It's a lot harder to keep order with these free spirits than with big standing armies.
But some lost Sarkaz warriors could stand to learn from you... that which you seek.
Regardless, you've chosen your path.
Even if it's a dead end.

Hoederer : Us mercenaries only know how to dive into war, to hide ourselves in the smoke from its wake of ruin.

Kal'tsit : ...I hope that works out for you.

Hoederer : Thanks.

<Background 2>

Ines : ...There are barely any Sarkaz still following us.

Hoederer : A lot of them decided to stay, but there's even more who don't get to pick where home is anymore.

Ines : The camp's gone. The only equipment left is the bottom of the barrel stuff Babel left us.
We're more like campers going mountain climbing than mercenaries at this point...

Hoederer : ...It's always been like that, all the way back to when we first met in that birch grove and decided to carve our own path.
Good thing Dr. Kal'tsit gave us a few special contracts. At least we'll be able to get by.

Ines : If we're still going to be running errands for her, what difference does it make whether we leave Babel or not?

Hoederer : We're just a team of mercenaries fighting to make a profit, taking a lucrative contract.

Ines : You're lying to yourself.
...Wait, where's our flag?

Hoederer : I kept it. And everything else. If I'm gonna lie to myself, might as well be thorough about it.
You remember right? Back then, whenever a standard-bearer fell, another would always step up right away.
From the west to the east, becoming a mercenary, then all the way back here. That whole time, this flag never fell.
Up until the 70th, or maybe 80th standard-bearer died. He impaled his own abdomen with the flagpole to keep it up.
When we were escorting the Rhodes Island landship, those enemies... those monsters from Kazdel, shredded our lines like paper.
When that happened, it was just a kid holding the flag.
The enemy had the high ground. Arts rained down around us like a mudslide.
Before Dr. Kal'tsit arrived, there was pretty much nothing we could do to fight back.

Ines : The flags are all in tatters.

Hoederer : Yes...
But I've still got hands. I can hold up a flagpole.

Ines : ...

Hoederer : I never liked flying a merc flag.
It should've been stomped into the mud a long time ago.

Ines : How many vets from the old days are still alive?

Hoederer : You, and me.
...Let's not waste any more time.

<Background 3>

Ines : ...
Hey, Hoederer.
Did you leave W with Her Majesty on purpose?

Hoederer : What do you think about Her Majesty? And Kal'tsit? And especially... that "Doctor?"

Ines : Never took you for the gossipy type.

Hoederer : Just making small talk.
You didn't use your Arts once the whole time you were there. That's not like you. I was worried maybe–

Ines : ...I didn't have the guts. Not with the way Dr. Kal'tsit was looking at me.
She's an unknown quantity.

Hoederer : Right, better not dig too deep. Just knowing who that Kal'tsit is...

Ines : But, I might've accidentally taken a peek at Her Majesty. My Arts can't look directly into peoples' minds. More like I can get a feel for them by looking over their "shadows"...
Her Majesty is very special.
She's... tragic. But extremely resilient, and gentle.
Dr. Kal'tsit is strange. She has this almost mechanical feel to her, but like a machine, how can I put it? Full of humanity.

Hoederer : ...You're talking about Kal'tsit?

Ines : You can't feel it, can you?
She sees us all as equals. She didn't call us "devils."

Hoederer : Maybe just because Her Majesty was there.
What about the one they just call "The Doctor?"

Ines : ...Let's put it like this: the soldiers are the pawns in the game. The commander is the player.
When I saw the Doctor, I was struck with the feeling that I'm always gonna be a pawn.

Hoederer : That one's not a battlefield commander. The Doctor runs the whole war.

Ines : That's not why.
Do you know what the biggest difference is between the piece and the player?

Hoederer : No... But why are you talking like W now? You were always impatient. Never heard you talking in riddles like this before.

Ines : A chess player's main focus is never on the pieces, or even the game. It's always on the other player. You always want to beat an even match.
After a win, the player goes home to a nice, hot meal. The pieces get popped back into the box and stashed away.
The player gets to sleep, wake up, walk, and talk. The pieces just sit there in the cupboard.
We're all objects. Inanimate objects. There was only one person, one thing really alive on that battlefield. And it was that one.
If we're still gonna call ourselves people, then, well... the Doctor's something else.

Hoederer : Okay then. I think it's safe to say we agree on that one.

Ines : But it looks like Her Majesty, Kal'tsit, and whoever else don't really mind.

Hoederer : Dr. Kal'tsit's always been careful. And even though we weren't working together for very long, I got the impression their troops are kind of in the dark about it.

Ines : ...Leaving might be the right call.
Wait, you still didn't answer my question. If we're on the same page, why'd you leave W there then?

Hoederer : Are you worried about her?

Ines : So what if I am? Answer me already.

Hoederer : ...For insurance. Just in case one day, we have to switch sides.
Or do you think the Regent, Her Majesty's brother, will open his heart, say "all is forgiven," and keep letting us raid the Lateranos?
I want to get away from this war. I'm sick of fighting our own people... and we've already suffered enough.

Ines : ...Hmph.

Hoederer : Don't get me wrong, W buying us some insurance wasn't the original plan...
But her face lit up when I told her she could stay...

Ines : ...
Tch... What an ingrate.

<Background 1>

Scout : You've taken to our work unexpectedly quickly.
And that goes for your two friends as well. Though they didn't accept the Doctor's invitation to stay, they still performed their work admirably.

W : Uh-huh. So, did Theresa say anything?

Scout : ...If you seek Her Majesty's praise, you may petition for an audience with her yourself.
Assuming that you can avoid Ms. Kal'tsit, that is.

W : There goes that idea. That bitch is stuck to Theresa like glue. Tch, what a headache.
Anyway, where are they now?

Scout : And yet you still intend to seek her out?

W : I just want to go take a look. Can't get chewed out for doing that, right?

Scout : Now who's the bigger headache?

W : Hey, I worked my ass off to dig out seven spies stuck in with your refugees. Seven! And a caster too! Do you know how hard that was?

Scout : Keep it down. Your presence, as well as the details of your mission are both confidential... Shh.
That was your job, and if I recall correctly, the Doctor asked you to keep at least one alive.

W : Yeah, the "alive" part is trickier than you'd think. Guy offed himself before I could even murk him. What's a girl supposed to do?

Scout : ...*Sigh*.
They're on the bridge. Amiya should be there too.

W : You talk like I remember all these names. As if I care.

Scout : That's your business...
...Just a moment, what's that in your hand?

W : Oh, this? A little camera that I yoinked from one of the spies. Pretty rare, huh?

Scout : Don't tell me you're going to...

W : What? Is a Sarkaz gonna pass up an opportunity to get a selfie with Her Majesty?

Scout : ...Well, if Ms. Kal'tsit apprehends you as a spy, don't expect me to bail you out.

W : Sure, sure.
How'd those spies manage to get in here anyway?

Scout : ...

W : Don't you think... we've been going at our fights kinda weird lately?

Scout : That's not an area where you or I should be pointing fingers. If you're dissatisfied, take it up with the Doctor.

W : The Doctor, huh?
Maybe next time then.

<Background fades out and in>

W : (Over there? Sure enough, of that's all of them. I'm gonna lie low for a sec.)
(What's with the tiny bunny? The little shit's ears are blocking Theresa!)
(Uh oh! Kal'tsit...)
(......)
(...She's not coming over here? Did she not see me?)
(Damnit, what's the Doctor doing here? Get that one in my picture and it's 100% cursed...)
(......)
(Aww, Theresa's laughing.)
(Screw it, I won't get another opportunity like this!)
Cheese–!

<Background black>

「...W, do you even know what's going on right now?
Uhh, probably better than you do? I'm the one actually down on the battlefield putting in work, "Dr. K"~
It's fine, Kal'tsit. There's no need to be angry– 」

W : Ugh, what a bitch... All that over a stupid picture!
But you might not like the next job so much, Mr. Captive.

Sarkaz Captive : Mmmf! Nnnngh...!

W : C'mon, don't be so nervous. You brave enough to get so close to the Speaker's Office. Surely you came prepared to have your cover blown?
And I'm in a pretty bad mood, so you're not gonna have a good time.

Sarkaz Captive : —

W : Hm? Trying to off yourself?
Don't rush it. We're not ready for that. Not until I ask you some questions first. Now what was it...?
What happened at the Battle of the Mill last month?
What reason do you have to be here? Why are you so close to the capital?
What are you after? Who do you answer to? What were you trying to give Theresis?
Oh, take your time, no need to knee-jerk me an answer here.
What I really want to know is, say there's an Originium needle hovering by that eye you can't close. If I was to slowly push it in at a speed of three millimeters per second–
Would you be afraid?

「Hoederer's prediction was correct. The war is starting to change.
But to be honest, I lost interest in watching the situation in Kazdel unfold... Not like it affects me, anyway.
I'm just worried... about Theresa.
Even though seeing that damned woman is about as revolting as seeing my reflection smiling back at me in the mirror, maybe I do have to talk to her.
She and I are the same kind of person. If she can even be considered a "person," that is. That's one of a whole bunch of mysteries floating around her.
But she's much stronger than me. Maybe she will be able to protect Theresa–
No, she has to.
Otherwise— 」

Operation story: DM-6

Before operation

Summary

The war shifts overnight. Upon learning this information, Hoederer returns to the battlefield to find W on a vengeful rampage. Hoederer invites W to return to the team, and they head towards the frozen land of Ursus.

<Background black>

「I know what I said. No one could just watch from the sidelines. There could be no bystanders.
And yet, I still wanted to escape from the war. From Babel, from W, and from Her Majesty...
So I ran.
...What a hypocrite.

Do I regret it? Maybe.
But even if I stayed there, I wouldn't have been able to accomplish anything.

」

<Background 1>

「5:58 AM \ Light drizzle
Northernmost outskirts of Kazdel, mercenary camp at the edge of the warzone.
A few months after leaving Babel... 」

Hoederer : This intel...
...

Ines : ...
C'mon, say something. You're normally pretty glib.

Hoederer : ...What's there to talk about?

Ines : Why are you throwing a question back at me?
...This deadlock has been dragging on for ages. Do you think the scales will tip overnight?
What the hell happened these last six months? Aren't things moving way too quickly...?

Hoederer : We all know something went wrong.
But as to exactly where, nobody knows.
I guess I shouldn't say nobody.
Her Majesty... and the people around her. That never should've happened to them. That's what we all think.

Ines : But right now... what about us? Will the same thing happen to us?

Hoederer : Too soon. This war ended too quickly.
Up until last month, we were still working our contract with Babel. Then, they went quiet. We stopped getting any news...
Everyone knew which side we were on, and it's not like we were even ready to leave.
...If that's really the end of things, we have nowhere to run.
Tell the Messenger to start pulling contacts and see what intel we can dig up.
Maybe we'll... have to return to the real battlefield.

Ines : I also figured that day was coming.
We all knew it deep down, didn't we?
If we really wanted to wash our hands of the whole thing, we wouldn't have agreed to work with them in the first place.
We could've left on our own, crossed Lake Valendan, and made a killing somewhere else–

Hoederer : Ines, I...

Ines : Stop.
It'd be even harder for us to pull out of there. Too easy to get lost in that warmth. We'd get drunk on it.

Hoederer : Maybe we should just abandon Babel and take our people away.

Ines : You still have that same old problem. You're getting sentimental again.

Hoederer : I can't tell you how long, but it feels like it's been ages since I've made a good decision that actually helped us.
Maybe we really don't belong on the battlefield anymore...

Ines : Enough of that. Which one of us is the Sarkaz here?
Is there a single other place on Terra, like even a wooden shed over our heads, that can handle a bunch of bloodstained Sarkaz?
Don't always blame yourself. We all share the burden.
Also, looking back, I can say that you made the right decision to take in W.
She's made a lot of money for us. And offed a lot of people.

Hoederer : ...Hope so.
W... Is she still alive?

Ines : I don't think she'd die so easily.

Hoederer : She spent a decent amount of time with Her Majesty as well. Who knows, maybe she learned a thing or two.
We need to get a grasp quick of the situation in Kazdel right now. If we can find her again, things might get a little easier.

Ines : Do we really need her to back us up?

Hoederer : ...

Ines : Fine.
...What a damn shame.

<Background 2>

W : –There you are. Ugh, you sure know how to run.

Sarkaz Warrior : You look dead inside. I heard what you've been up to lately, W.

W : Then, you should also know that you're the last one.

Sarkaz Warrior : You're right. As you can see, a lot of people died in this battle.
All you're doing at this point is running up the score.
The way I see things, anyone who isn't dead yet has done a lot more than you ever have.

W : Shut up.

Sarkaz Warrior : Do you need another reminder?
Theresa is dead. All of Kazdel, all of Terra will know that Kazdel has a new king.
But that was just a decapitation strike. A lot of your core operators are still alive.
Like that commander of yours who never showed up again. They made the right call.
His Majesty didn't completely annihilate you because he wants to put a stop to the chaos. Kazdel needs him to pave a new path forward–
–But what about you? Who are you to lecture anyone about right or wrong?
Of course you won't say it, but I know that's what you're thinking. And while you're thinking, you're trying to erase all those faces from your memory, one by one.
After all, you're just here to vent. Just a petty little mercenary, drowning in her worthless revenge.
You can't beat anyone.

W : I can definitely beat you, pretty easily too.

Sarkaz Warrior : Killing me doesn't prove anything.

W : All you do is run your mouth. Are you trying to read my mind, or just getting some last words out before you die?

Sarkaz Warrior : A bit of both. I won't deny it.
Ever since that—[note 1] since I almost choked on the blood of my friends, I haven't been able to hold a weapon.
We've all bled. Splattered it across Babel's palace. What you've seen, I've seen so much more.
But since you found me, I guess my fate is sealed. Hah.
I know.

W : Save your breath. To be honest... I just kinda wanna kill you. Call it a little relief from the stress of unemployment.

Sarkaz Warrior : Bah... I really underestimated you, psycho.
Can you really pull that trigger without any anger behind it? Or, are you so far gone that you don't even feel anything?
You're alone now... How many of our people do you plan to hunt down?
Don't you realize... you're not even thinking about Her Majesty Theresa? You're helping him silence us, and...

W : Will you shut it already? I thought you wanted to die?
If you ran back to your little Regent, do you really think I could butcher my way through Kazdel and drag all of you out one-by-one?
But you won't. None of you will. When you people killed her, you knew that you'd never be able to return to Kazdel again. You'll never go back to the way things were before.
Nobody who actually saw what she looked like would've been able to keep cool. Except for those real monsters.
So you're all waiting for one special person: me, your executioner. I'm here to finally set you free.
And I'm doing it for free too! How great is that?!

Sarkaz Warrior : ...
Tch... Self-righteous lunatic...
But, what you said is true...
We... We stained our hands with her blood... But even then...
I...

W : You never should've call that man "His Majesty." Theresa is the only one who gets that title. You might've lived to speak a few more words.
I hope the usurper isn't rushing to get fitted for a crown. I mean, he'll be losing his head in a minute here. It'd be such a waste. Just wait 'til Theresa...
*sigh*.
Theresa...

??? : If you don't surrender, you get other mercs on you. Next time, you'll be the prey.

W : –Well look who it is.
I thought you two left Kazdel ages ago... Long time no see.

[Hoederer and Ines appears. ]

Hoederer : ...Compared to how long this war has been going on, it was a weekend getaway. But I can't believe how you've grown.

W : I spooked you? Your hands are shaking.

Hoederer : Just a little rusty.

Ines : Our intel did say that you'd be alone here–
But we're almost 200 kilometers out from Taba. What do you plan to do with that rickety corpse of yours?
Or, have you been dragging yourself around like this for months, all alone...?

W : It wasn't that hard. But I guess there is a lot of stuff that's a pain in the ass to do by myself.

Ines : Like if you're rushing to patch yourself up, you could suddenly find your infection getting a lot worse?

W : It's whatever, as long as I don't die. And I don't die easy.
But that tower... looks familiar. Where are we?

Hoederer : Here? We're on the western battlezone. The coordinates are–
–Oh, right. This is where "W" died.
And where you joined us.

Ines : ...This place has been blasted into ruins.
What, were you feeling nostalgic?

W : Do I look like the nostalgic type? My last target just happened to run over here.
I know you two came for a reason. Just like last time, let's cut to the chase.

Hoederer : ...The Regent has united all of Kazdel's armed forces.
The remaining mercenaries will also be united to form a real standing army, to be sent to all throughout Terra.

W : What a busybody.

Hoederer : It's understandable.
Unless the big shots in Victoria and Laterano are useless pieces of shit with butter for brains, nobody is just going to sit back and let Kazdel rebuild after reunification.

W : Maybe we can borrow a few of the folks here and stir up some unrest again.

Hoederer : Bad idea, even if you're trying to get revenge.

W : Don't forget how many of our people with us now fought side-by-side with Theresa.

Ines : Sarkaz mercenaries like us never really had a dog in the fight. Most people don't like thinking. They just need someone to give them orders.
So if all the Sarkaz will listen to the Regent, then he's won.

W : –Ines, did it hurt when you carved your horns to look all Sarkazy[sic]? Did they bleed?

Ines : ...No.

W : Then your little disguise isn't even skin deep. Keep playing the Sarkaz and you're gonna get yourself killed.

Ines : Thanks for the concern. I can hardly contain my bile.

W : I'm just not in the mood to hear you calling yourself a "Sarkaz" right now.

Ines : I decided to go down this path, and it's the only one I can follow at this point.

Hoederer : W, since Her Majesty Theresa disappeared, Kazdel has changed a lot, completely turned on its head.
Most Sarkaz don't have a choice. Not to mention, it's also a tempting proposition for many others.

W : ...So let me guess, because you didn't have time to make it out, you accepted the murderer's proposal?

Hoederer : We'd be a bunch of icy stiffs if we didn't.

W : Looks like I'm not gonna be able to change your mind.
I'm not as cruel as you used to be. Why don't we let our swords do the talking... for old time's sake?

Hoederer : Slow up a minute... You might be interested in what I have to say next.
...We're not going back to Kazdel. We're headed to Ursus.

W : –Now that's a surprise. You should've said that earlier. I was this close to killing you.
But you've got my attention. Let's talk, Captain Hoederer.

Hoederer : Just outside Kazdel, there are some... Infected uprisings.
They're paying top dollar for mercs, and the Regent is looking to manipulate some of the Infected for his own goals...

W : ...the power of the Infected?

Hoederer : But most of their forces are still up in the frozen land of Ursus.
And the Regent's not interested in the dilapidated, vacant throne of Kazdel anymore. He's got his eye on someplace else.
The so-called "Reunion Movement" is gathering the oppressed and downtrodden of all races. It's a fine piece to put in play for the next required step.

<Background 2>

W : So nobody would get suspicious if we joined this Reunion Movement and left Kazdel far, far behind.
And then what?

Hoederer : ...We'll take things one step at a time, W.
You already know what I want. And I also might know what you want.

W : ...
You're right. That does seem like a better move.
Mm. I am after a real monster here, after all.
And the old woman disappeared too... Maybe there really is no more reason to stay in Kazdel...
...But I'm not letting you two run the show this time. There's things I want to do, choices I want to make for myself. That cool with you?

Hoederer : The Regent will send someone to muster the mercenary army. If it's just between our little group here... that's fine.
We will help you.

W : Don't worry. I've always been good at "coping" with my boss.

Hoederer : ...All right then.
Welcome back, "W."

「...Getting away from Kazdel, huh.
W has changed a lot. She should have her own ideas now.
I pushed Ines down this path too, but she's stronger than I expected.
...As for me?
Occasionally, if you climb up somewhere high and look down, you can see the plumes of smoke rising from Kazdel.
Kazdel.
Maybe I'm the one who wants to escape from this place the most. 」

After operation

Summary

The mercenary team encounters a Catastrophe during the transfer. While forced to retreat, W demonstrates a crazed desire to revel in the Catastrophe — her only cover to meet with the messenger.

<Background black>

「What happened to Babel? Any Sarkaz in contact with Her Majesty Theresa at the time would've asked this question.
W definitely saw the truth, but she said nothing during the long journey.
I didn't ask, and neither did Ines. But, I think she's closer to the truth than I am.
Before I knew it, I found myself trailing behind everyone else. 」

<Background 3>

Hoederer : ...Of course.
Yes, it'll be fine. I'll keep contact with the other teams.
...By your command.

<Background fades out and in>

Hoederer : Phew...
Guys, it looks like we'll be stationed here for a while.

Ines : What happened?

Hoederer : The scouts spotted a Catastrophe brewing, with no Catastrophe Messengers nearby. We should stay as far away as possible, just in case.
We can't risk it, no matter what.

Ines : ...A Catastrophe, huh?

Hoederer : It's rare to see one raging in the wilderness.
But we have plenty of experience dealing with Originium in Kazdel, so no need to panic.
...Where's W?

Ines : She's with her team.
...Need her for something?

Hoederer : I'm... not sure. She's changed a lot.

Ines : Do you think her personality would change that much just because Theresa is gone?

Hoederer : She's too calm. It's unlike her.
But when we found her on the battlefield earlier, she still had that cynical, sarcastic expression.

Ines : If anything, she's only gotten worse.
That's odd. I never thought you'd be perceptive enough to pick up on these subtle warning signs.

Hoederer : ...Save the jabs. If W's being quiet, that warning sign's far from "subtle."

Ines : W, she... Oh–

Ines : Look, the clouds are converging on the other side of the mountain, and the air pressure has changed drastically... Is that a Catastrophe cloud?

Hoederer : ...It might not be safe to station here given the size of that thing. Notify all our forces to retreat 50 kilometers along our original route.
Find W, and make it quick.

Ines : ...I don't take orders from you.
*Sigh*...
You know, the feeling W gives off now... is just like that thing.

<Background 3>

W : Ahah...

Ines : W! What are you doing–!
The wind– is so strong here!

W : I'm enjoying the Catastrophe, what else?!

Ines : Are you insane–

W : What'd you say? I– can't– hear– you–

Ines : Tch... I forgot you were always a lunatic.
Don't get the Sarkaz on your team killed with you!

W : I already told them to evacuate with Hoederer. I'm not stupid– Hah!

Ines : W! I'm telling you, be careful! Damn it!

W : You're the one who should stay back. You're not gonna make it if you fall down there–

Ines : And you think you will? If you don't want to die, get your ass back here–!

<Background fades out and in>

Hoederer : ...What the hell are you two doing?

Ines : Ask her.

W : She insists on clinging to me.

Hoederer : ...*Sigh*.
Fortunately, we didn't lose anyone from W's team. Otherwise, we'd get court-martialed long before we get to join Reuinon[sic].

Ines : ...

Hoederer : Let's all head back and rest first, then wait for the news.

W : What's wrong with fighting during a Catastrophe? Are you afraid of the storm? Or of Oripathy?

Ines : I'd just rather not die an early death.

W : Let's get ourselves ready.
It'll be a real special experience.

<Background fades out and in>

Hoederer : Ines.

Ines : What? I'm not upset. It's not like we're a couple of ornery kids you have to break apart.
I can say... that W did a good job taking care of her team.

Hoederer : Rare to hear you say that.

Ines : Say what? ...I have no idea if she's just a lunatic, or if she's... Goddamnit.
She's no damn storm cloud. She is the Catastrophe.

Hoederer : (*Swears*...)

<Background fades out and in>

W : Ahahaha~!

Sarkaz Warrior : ...You're in a good mood.

W : Of course.
There's some news, but you don't get to hear it until we're out of this trash heap of a country.

Sarkaz Warrior : That can't be why you set our rendezvous point right under a Catastrophe, right...? Are you trying to get me killed?

W : Hey, don't put it that way.
Do you know what the biggest perk of being a lunatic is?

Sarkaz Warrior : I'm not sure I want to know. But, I already have a pretty good idea just from following you, boss.

W : That's right.
It's this. The crazier shit you do, the less others question you.

Sarkaz Warrior : *Sigh*...

W : The "Rhodes Island" already left Kazdel, right?

Sarkaz Warrior : To be specific, we don't have any reports of a landship that big getting taken in by His Ma... by Theresis's.

W : Good enough.
Mm, so we do have a lead after all.

<Background black>

「We have more and more fresh faces on the team, but I feel better, knowing that I left Kazdel.
Among those traveling with me are both friends and enemies, but it's always been volatile like that.
Mercenaries don't care too much about the past because for our kind, life and death are easy come, easy go.
Maybe because the war ended too quickly, we immediately plunged first into the next battle without ever tasting a moment of peace.
...This kind of hope could just be another poison. Since the beginning, we've always needed war and conflict to ease this balance.
W is the best example of this. She's long become drunk on it. 」

Talulah : ...Ah.
Welcome.
Warriors from afar.

「War has never been something that can be avoided.
I've always known that, of course. But at that moment, I truly realized it.
War has permeated every corner of this world. It always has, ever since the first sentient thing was born.
And, we will become mired in it again. 」

Notes

In the original Chinese text, this line actually says "Ever since that Kal—" (自从那个凯——...)

Operation story: DM-7

Before operation

Summary

After Scout beheads the mercenary leader, W's team pursues him as agreed.
Though Ines considers letting her old comrade go, Scout has already made up his mind.

<Background 1>

Sarkaz Mercenary Leader : You... I've seen you somewhere before... comrade. We've met on the battlefield before.
...Hey, hey. You shouldn't have come to Chernobog. Everybody here has the intel on Rhodes Island. You're all going to die here.
But no matter how good you are, you shouldn't have been able to get through W's defensive line. Not unless...
By the looks of things, she ended up making that choice after all. In fact, we all expected it.

??? : Some of you fought with us, side-by-side. / That's the only reason we're still exchanging words on the battlefield.

Sarkaz Mercenary Leader : ...Theresa was an exceptional leader. She changed the way many people see this patch of dirt.
But it was an idealized viewpoint.
You don't need to argue with me. I know better than you the cruelty that Kazdel has faced, nor do I want to deny her. But for such a tremendous effort, I just want to see some semblance of results.
Only by the Regent's hand can a new future come to Kazdel. There's not enough goodwill to go around for everyone.

??? : We could have tried to work together. Or at least so that we don't have to die together.

Sarkaz Mercenary Leader : A naive notion. How are we supposed to set aside our years of discontent as Sarkaz? How are we to right a long history of wrongs?
Ursus and the uninfected. Reunion and the Infected. Kazdel and the Sarkaz.
It's all the same. I became more convinced of it during the time I spent working with Reunion.
His Royal Highness, the Regent, can open a new home for us, and I've chosen to chase this opportunity.
Just as in the past, you still naively cling to Theresa.
...That's enough.
Since W decided to let you through, you must've also paid the price.
What did you give up? An underling who died to buy you time? Or... maybe your own soul?

??? : ......

Sarkaz Mercenary Leader : Tell me the name you go by now.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

??? : –Scout.

Sarkaz Mercenary Leader : It's been a while since I heard that name. Originally, I wanted to carve your name onto this knife as a show of respect.

<Dialogue branch>

??? : Don't mercenaries also use codenames, Garcin?

Sarkaz Mercenary Leader : ...But you're right.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

<Background 2>

[Ines, now working for Reunion, fights someone at Chernobog's streets. ]

Ines : Stop resisting.
...The twelve other members of your team have been eliminated.
Leafa, Mimi, and Thumbtack died after being surrounded by Reunion casters. One died on her feet.
Mary, Macron, Slink, and Scorpion held a section that W broke with her own team.
Milim, Tipsy, and Mudflower took one of our teams down with them. One of them fought her way out of the trap, but Hoederer's swordsmen got her head.
Unexpectedly, Pter died downstairs over there not too long ago. Apparently tried to save some civilian who didn't have time to evacuate.
Slanna's still breathing and we took her in, but she's probably looking for some way to kill herself.
....What, nothing to say?
Stop hiding. I know you can hear me. I can see your shadow, and I can tell from your ragged breathing that you're badly wounded.

Scout : ...Why do you know their names?

Ines : W told me specifically for the occasion. You guys keep some kind of dogtags on you.
"At least you have to know who you killed. This isn't Kazdel anymore. It'd be bad if you killed the wrong person."

Scout : Those aren't dogtags, and the operators we lost... weren't all soldiers.
I thought W would finish me herself.

Ines : Hmph. She... Would you believe me if I told you that she doesn't have the heart to do that?
You killed the leader that the Regent sent. She's not the only one who wants to take over, so she has her hands full.
Like the agreement you had with W.
As soon as you complete your mission, we'll annihilate you with all our strength, in "hindsight."

Scout : ...

Ines : ...During the firefight, you even took the time to rescue someone. But, that's not any of our business.
Patriot is over there, so there's no need to bother with that.

Scout : ...Good.
You've all... changed. W was not the kind of person to go out of her way to remember the names of the dead.

Ines : Yeah, she did change. But she's only become more of a lunatic.
Your experience on the battlefield is pure, like Faust's Arts. Who's to say that this wasn't just a ruse to trip you up? What if she only wrote down their names so I could toy with you with my Arts?

Scout : ...That sounds like her. She would never miss an opportunity to have some fun.

Ines : Same with you. Didn't you also agree to this crazy deal that only W could come up with?

Scout : Trading my life for an opportunity, then letting those who should take that opportunity follow through? There's nothing crazy about that.
Just like those who sacrificed their lives. They died for their own ideals. Without them, I cannot succeed.

Ines : ...It seems like everyone's changed with the passing of time.

Scout : You too. You never would've given your enemy time to breathe, like you're doing now.
Hoederer should have warned you.

[Scout shoots at Ines... ]

Ines : What?!
Why are you still resisting?

[...which is a distraction so he could escape. ]

Ines : ...Tch... He's gone...
...
But don't think you can get away so easily...

<Background fades out and in>

Ines : (This way?)
(......)
(No doubt, this is the way. He's fast.)
(Tricky bastard. If he wasn't injured, I might not even be able to keep up...)
(Wait...)
(He... he's heading towards the middle of the city?)
(That's where... Tch!)

<Background 3>

Ines : ...Damn it!
What are you after, so close to the core city?
Why can't you just get out of Chernobog?!

Scout : ...You really don't act like a Sarkaz at times, Ines.

Ines : I never was one.

Scout : –You should keep pretending that you are. You are a Sarkaz mercenary, and this is the battlefield.

Ines : You can't even run anymore. You've lost too much blood, your head is spinning, and your limbs are going numb. Your shadow's the only thing still burning. You shouldn't even be able to stand.

Scout : I'm well aware of my own injuries. Besides, this place is crawling with Reunion.
But for the lot of you... You, Hoederer, and also W... I have a suggestion.

Ines : ...For Her Majesty's sake.

Scout : Use those eyes of yours to see the truth, and don't die in vain before that.
We Sarkaz... should not allow others to continue to use us.

Ines : Are you talking about my Arts? What am I supposed to be seeing–
—
——
—What... this... Who is this... why...?

<Background black>

Talulah? : ...
...Sarkaz?

<Background 3>

Ines : —!
Impossible... She saw me?!

Scout : (Now's my chance—!)

[Before Scout could act, Hoederer stabs him on the back. ]

Hoederer : Long time no see.

Scout : Nngh... You? So... you're alive...

Hoederer : Mhm.
I've been following you this whole time. I figured Ines alone wouldn't be enough to handle an elite like you.
The price to pay for this information is your life. And though we never planned to show any mercy, I did hope that you would...
But now, we can't give you any more chances. You're too close to the core city. W doesn't want anyone poking around over there.

Scout : Heh... Sounds like... she's the captain now...
You... always...

Hoederer : ...I'm sorry. Sleep now, old friend.

Scout : You... should not stay here...

Hoederer : ...I know, old friend.
I've known that all along.

Ines : Hoederer!

Hoederer : You hesitated back there. Why?

Ines : –Hurry!
We need to let W know, immediately!
Tch! She's coming!

<Background black>

Talulah : ...

After operation

Summary

In order to inform W of what she learned, Ines risks her life and is intercepted by Reunion. In her last moment, there is only a shadow before her eyes.

<Background black>

「Talulah changed.
The first time I met her, the feeling she gave me was just like that of Her Majesty, Theresa.
But, Her Majesty has always been tragic, burdened... and she knew more about the secrets of this land.
Talulah is different. She is wrathful, but just calm enough. Still, a zealous anger burns within her.
Though they were different in many small ways, they had the same kind of strength. Or, maybe people like them are similar in many ways regardless of their strength.
This anger gave rise to Reunion, which attracted countless followers.
But soon... she changed.
Our daily work has turned into incitement. Provocation. Destruction.
This is no longer a revolution for the masses of Infected–
–but rather the same kind of over-engineered, conspiratorial war that we have seen in Kazdel, time and time again. 」

<Background 2>

Hoederer : She hasn't caught up yet.
...If we really run into her head-on, there's going to be trouble.
You shouldn't use your Arts on Talulah. This isn't the first time either. We must always be careful of what we see.

Ines : ...Something must have happened to Talulah. We have to tell W.

Hoederer : We've got a lot of heavies suspicious of us thanks to W's little plans. Do you want to make things even worse?
What exactly did you see?

Ines : The old Talulah was just a rebel. She freed the Infected and gave them an opportunity to fight back.
But now? There's no effort made to curb their base desires. There is only mindless destruction and killing.

Hoederer : That doesn't prove anything. That's how the other races have always treated the Infected. They're not like Sarkaz.

Ines : ...You don't understand.
The behavior by itself isn't a big deal, but I'm talking about the consequences...
Talulah... She's sabotaging Reunion, on purpose.

Hoederer : ...Why?

Ines : Don't you think this situation feels familiar?
She is an excellent leader who can rally ordinary Infected into battle, and win.
But she's the only one who could dismantle the very tower she built, piece by piece, totally undetected.
I could even say...
Talulah herself is just a slightly fancier brick, something that can be crushed at any time.

Hoederer : Are you saying that...

Ines : It's just like three years ago.
But he... he might've always been like that. He did it all without hesitation... He was just good at hiding it.
Talulah isn't like that. Her change was too sudden.
Her shadow... It's as if there are two shadows, but I see no traces of Arts. It's more like...
A set of ruins. Ancient and imposing, still full of lingering power.

Hoederer : The nature of your Arts is very special. But your feelings are too vague this time, and I can't base my decisions on vague feelings.

Ines : But W needs to know!

Hoederer : Quiet, we've already been noticed.
Anything we do can be used against someone else. You understand this, yes?

Ines : Do you think we can survive a second Babel incident?

Hoederer : I'm not sure...

Ines : ...I know W can't.
I'll go find her. Garcin is dead, so she should be the new leader.

Hoederer : Wait! If Talulah really has her eyes on us already, if you do this–

Ines : I can't wait any longer. Don't give me orders, we're still the same rank.
...Hmph.
I say that, but this is the first time I've disobeyed your orders.
You shouldn't always overthink things, Hoederer.

<Background fades out and in>

Ines : ...
(W should be right ahead. Once I cross this alley...)
(Isn't that the base camp? What is she doing?)
(Anyway, I need to hurry up...)
—
...Who are you?

Reunion Soldier : ...

Ines : Infected...? What do you want with me?

Reunion Soldier : Watch your tone, devil.
First, a few mercenary teams defected. Then, enemies started showing up in the city.
Your bunch has made too many mistakes. Did you really think our leader hasn't noticed?

Ines : Out of my way. I don't have to listen to your whining.

Reunion Soldier : You have to answer to Talulah.

Ines : ...I know. After I report to W, I will then report to Talulah.

Reunion Soldier : There's no need for that.
That's not the kind of "answer" we need.

Ines : What...

[The Reunion soldier attacks Ines... ]

Ines : Tch... Are you serious?

[...seemingly killing her in an explosion. ]

Reunion Soldier : We got attacked, and the fighting spread over here. Ines, one of the mercenary team leaders, is dead.

Determined Reunion Caster : You're not going to identify the body?

Reunion Soldier : ...The fighting was pretty noisy. It's drawing a lot of attention. Blow the whole street, now.

Determined Reunion Caster : Got it.

Reunion Soldier : Wait a second.
Reunion also needs people... who fight like her until the very end.

Determined Reunion Caster : ...I understand.
Take care of my family. They're still back in town.

Reunion Soldier : Of course. I promise.

[The Reunion soldier kills the caster. ]

Reunion Soldier : ...Make his corpse look a bit more... Yeah, just like that.
W will notice soon... Let's go.

<Background black>

Ines : ...
Ah...
Not letting Hoederer follow... turned out... to be the right call...
...Tch.
Turns out... they decorate the streets of Chernobog...
...with birch trees...
...Haha.
It looks... just like that old place... with all the shadows weaving together...

Operation story: DM-8

Before operation

Summary

Patriot asks W about Kazdel's past. And now, Hoederer has no choice but to go to Victoria to shake off his enemies. The lonesome W must now decide her own destiny.

<Background black>

「Months ago, after contacting Reunion
10:14 PM \ Clear
Ursus, unnamed desert outskirts 」

<Background 1>

Hoederer : ...You've met all the Reunion leaders.
What'd you think?

W : Are you asking me, or her?
If you ask me, I'd say nothing out of the ordinary. The stuff they do is pretty par for the course for people like that.

Ines : A strange bunch. There's a child who seems to been purposefully pushed into that position to the point of becoming cruel, and then there's a warrior whose toughness is beyond imagination.

W : There are some incredible people, but then there are also some two-bit villains.
All I can say is, we've seen all kinds of people after fighting wars all these years.

Ines : But, there is someone who caught my eye...

W : Oh, you must be talking about that one. The one who was waiting at the side with that other little rabbit.

Ines : Their squad seemed on a completely different level compared to those ordinary Infected. That kind of Sarkaz warrior can be said to truly bear the mark of war.

Hoederer : Sarkaz...?

W : Yeah, but you don't see Sarkaz like that every day. He claims to be with Ursus, saying he broke off contact with Kazdel long ago.
How pitiful. He never needed to live such an exhausting life.

Ines : Maybe we should all go meet him.
The impression I got from him... was that he has become much more than a "warrior."
And you, don't you love thinking about things? Instead of philosophizing, why not have a chat with someone like that?
We might all learn a lot from him.

Hoederer : You're talking about...

??? : Pardon. I would like to. Speak with you alone.

W : ...Speak of the devil. What's up?

Hoederer : To who do I owe the pleasure?

[A towering Sarkaz clad in heavy armor appears. ]

??? : My name. Does not matter. For the time being.
Rest assured. Right now, I am not. Here on behalf of the leader.
I just want to hear...
About my countrymen. About my homeland. What has become of them.
I know that, in Kazdel. Many things happened.
Some things, I have heard. But details, no.

W : You're just Ursine.

??? : These two identities. Do not conflict.
The bloodline. Has not changed. Dark, and deeply rooted.
I care not for it. But run from it? I cannot.

W : So even if I told you, what do you plan to do?
These things happened a long time ago for me–

??? : Nothing. There is nothing. I can do.
But, it has been so long. Since I saw Theresa.

W : Ooh...

??? : From your reactions. I see. She is with you. Her mark is here. After all, you are Sarkaz.
Muddied. Blood-soaked.
She is a hero, at least. So respected. A great warrior. A worthy ruler.
My flesh. Loyal to Ursus. From my people, I exiled myself. But I, am still Sarkaz.
I want to know. What happened to her Kazdel.
I just, want to know.

<Background fades out and in>

「En route to Chernobog
5:22 AM \ Clear
Chernobog, Sarkaz mercenary garrison 」

W : ...
...Need something?

Reunion Soldier : We hope that your mercenaries can give us an explanation.
First, your team defected. The people who went after them reported back that you weren't even trying.
A few hours ago, some enemies managed to infiltrate Chernobog. Again, due to your negligence.
Combined with the fact that when we first captured Chernobog, someone tipped us off that you let–

W : Okay, okay, I got it. The client's dissatisfied with our performance. Can you say that with fewer words?
We're simply in a "cooperative" relationship, and I'm the leader now. If I get on this table and start grovelling, will Talulah be happy?
Or, did having Papa Patriot around give you the illusion... that Reunion is actually good at fighting a war?
Make no mistake about who the people actually capable of bringing you victory are.

Reunion Soldier : ...

W : If you've figured it out, hurry up and crawl back to that dragon girl. I'll tell her what she wants to know soon enough, so don't rush me.

Reunion Soldier : There's one other thing.
Just now, stragglers from an enemy party were detected inside the city. That mercenary, Ines, died after exchanging fire with them.

W : ...

Reunion Soldier : Reunion also participated in this battle. The enemies were very strong, and we all suffered losses.
This is all due to your negligence.

W : ...There's no need to get pushy with me.
Seems like something happened to the east of here not long ago.

Reunion Soldier : Precisely.

W : So... where's the body?

Reunion Soldier : Unfortunately, I have bad news.

W : I'm talking about the enemy's corpses. Ines wouldn't use such flashy, destructive Arts.

Reunion Soldier : Our casters were also involved in the battle. The entire street was destroyed.

W : Don't you think you're being a bit too blatant here?

Reunion Soldier : I don't know what you're talking about.

W : ...So, from your side's point of view, how should this situation be handled?

Reunion Soldier : ...Our main force is focused on the battle that will take place in Lungmen. We have no time to waste here.
The Leader won't investigate your responsibility in this just yet, so you should handle it yourself.

W : Hmm... You have a pretty thick Ursus accent.

Reunion Soldier : ...What of it?

W : You guys...

[W threatens the Reunion soldier with a wand. ]

W : ...Didn't really think that I'd take some random excuse, did you?

Hoederer : W, stop.
(Put that wand away and calm down first.)

W : ...
Sorry, got a bit carried away there. You can breathe a sigh of relief first and be grateful that you get to live.

Reunion Soldier : What's the meaning of this?!

W : ...Don't get me wrong. The death of one Sarkaz won't affect the outcome of the next battle.
And neither will the death of the entire Reunion Movement.
If you don't believe me, you're welcome to try me.

Reunion Soldier : ...I'll make sure our Leader hears about your true attitude.
There won't be a next time.

<Background fades out and in>

Hoederer : ...

W : You heard 'em.

Hoederer : Since you let that Rhodes Island squad escape, Reunion has never allowed us to act alone.

W : If they could put half this much effort into their actual battles, they wouldn't be getting their asses handed to them so badly.

Hoederer : Despite that, you still deliberately let that traitorous blademaster get away.

W : ...I didn't deliberately let him go. I just didn't want those idiotic Infected to kill a Sarkaz I brought here.

Hoederer : ...The old you would've slaughtered Flamebringer on the spot to get Reunion's attention off of you.
Regardless of what you wanted.

W : Eh? Was I the only one who couldn't remember his codename? How embarrassing.

Hoederer : ...

W : ...

Hoederer : So, is Ines really...

W : Now's not the time...
She... I'll have someone identify her, identify her c–...Tch.
Let's talk business first.

Hoederer : ...Three things.
First, Ines wanted to warn you that something's wrong with Talulah. She must've seen something more specific, but I'm not clear on that.
All she told me was, Talulah apparently had "two shadows." From her reaction, this isn't some common byproduct of Arts interference.

W : That damn coward... Why wouldn't she ever be straightforward...

Hoederer : Second, the old man has left. Received an order to go fetch something. Talulah didn't even make any efforts to hide it.

W : ...

Hoederer : ...Finally, a messenger has already set off for Victoria. Shortly, the Regent will know everything that has happened here.
Theresis knows many things, and he has just as many monsters around him.
If he is allowed to intervene, this would no longer be a simple question between Reunion and Ursus...

W : ...

Hoederer : W! Are you listening to me?

W : ...Too noisy. Since it's all good news anyway, let me have some peace and quiet.
You've had your hand on the hilt of your blade... ever since you walked through the door.
You were like that when we first met, as if you were ready to cut me down at any moment.
But the way you stayed calm back there was just like Patriot–
What do you really think about this?

Hoederer : That's not important.

W : And none of us are. We all know this, and bad habits die hard.
Ines, she...
I have the right to hear what she said, right? ...In order to respect her sacrifice.

Hoederer : ...You two are both similar. Never considering the consequences of the things you do.
The Regent will not sit idly and watch them lose control. If you can't give him a suitable answer, Londinium's summons will destroy everything you've painstakingly put together.
Ironically, I still don't know what you're trying to accomplish, even now.

W : ...Who knows?

Hoederer : Just, don't think you can handle everything alone, W. You'll come to regret it sooner or later, just like me.

W : The reason you have the right to ask questions is because you avoided the center of the whirlpool.

Hoederer : Really? Who's still left on Rhodes Island now?

W : ...Why are you asking that?

Hoederer : I've seen your interactions with the messenger. You've been investigating Rhodes Island's trail.
That drug company... I had assumed they only got caught up in that war, but turns out, the truth isn't so simple.
Especially, Scout...
...According to your plan, we were in charge of all the other fronts during the battle to hold Chernobog.

W : Yeah, and you guys did a great job–

Hoederer : But, someone still found him, the ghost of Babel. You chose to find him yourself, and then you let him go.
In the past, I would've seen this as a sign of untrustworthiness.
But by the looks of things, you didn't plan to keep that secret for long anyway.

W : Ugh, what point is there in hiding that?
If you've ever fought in a battle, you're bound to know some people who have a bit of a reputation.
After all, if those people have been fighting tooth and nail to hang on, there's no getting around it.

Hoederer : What's your plan now? We shouldn't have had to fight against them in the first place.
If that Kal'tsit is still in charge of Rhodes Island, this might be a chance...

W : No.
What do you think my objective is?

Hoederer : ...I see.

W : You said you'd help me do this one thing. We agreed on it.
Dishonest mercenaries are worth just as much as dead mercenaries, so I don't mind making some extra arrangements.

Hoederer : Ines can no longer help you.
And soon... I'll have to leave too.

W : Oh, I haven't heard about this before. Where to?

Hoederer : I'll head back to Victoria with the messenger. It'll be about a three or four-month trip. We'll leave tomorrow morning before sunrise.

W : ...Are you in that much of a hurry to reunite with Ines in death? With your reputation, you plan to head back to Londinium carrying all that sin on your shoulders?
You'd probably be better off fleeing back to Kazdel.

Hoederer : You killed Garcin and reorganized the mercenaries. Someone has to report this to the Regent.
If nobody goes to report this, he'll treat us like disowned children and cast us straight into the next warzone. A battlefield within his reach.
When that time comes, there really will be no place to run.

W : You're taking this risk to cover for me? Why would you do that?

Hoederer : Her Majesty, Theresa... She remembered my name. And my family.
Though Her Majesty is no longer here, there's a part of her left in this piece of shit, no good squad.

W : How come I've never seen it?

Hoederer : Mm. No matter how perverse the Sarkaz's personalities and methods may be, judging from the results, they're still fighting for that lofty, unrealistic idea.

W : ...Do you even know what you're talking about?

Hoederer : We've known each other for a long time, W.
That's all.

W : Out of compassion, let me also give you a reminder.
This is your best opportunity to escape Kazdel. Leave from here, past Lungmen and Ursus, to the distant lands beyond. I'm willing to keep one eye closed.
But if you go back, know that you will die.

Hoederer : Hah... Just earlier, you said you wanted me to help you do your thing.

W : If your idea of helping me is just committing suicide, then I suggest you hang on to your life instead.
When it's my turn to collect, I'd like some of my debtors to still be alive.

Hoederer : I wouldn't necessarily be going there to die. Depending on the Regent's mood, there are many possible outcomes.
Reunion has been manipulated into something far beyond what you can imagine. The Regent may well change his mind.
...In any case, I no longer have the luxury of running away.
I've left Kazdel. And I'm about to leave here. What's the worst that could happen? Patriot has already taught me enough.

W : You've been influenced by him a lot, just from your short time here.

Hoederer : Just like you were, with Theresa. It's all the same, isn't it?
Theresis sits on his throne. Even if I am only able to grovel my way up there with my head pressed against the ground, I must reach where he is, and figure out what he is thinking.
Otherwise, if we continue acting recklessly as we are now, that will truly be committing suicide.

W : You know, you could also just submit to him.

Hoederer : I've thought about that before. Just so you know, Garcin was always suspicious of you. He even gave me the order to kill you once.

W : Oh? Sounds like things would've been a bit more entertaining if you had listened to him.

Hoederer : Sorry, but I'm not into the same kind of stuff you're into.
Now, let's decide.

W : Hm... I won't deny that I'm curious about what Theresis is up to.
Seems like I have no choice though.

Hoederer : That's right. Even if you rejected my proposal, I don't plan to let you keep running the show.

W : You're not gonna say that this is for my good, right?

Hoederer : Of course not. What kind of Sarkaz goes around taking care of others?

W : ...How disappointing, you've just gone right back to your old ways. I thought you were going to keep falling.
So, do you already have a plan?

Hoederer : Why don't you go ask Ines?

W : That's a really unfunny joke.

Hoederer : Then, before I leave, let me tell you another joke.
Ines once told me that you looked more and more like a lunatic, but your actions got less and less decisive.

W : Who, me? Do you really believe that?
Have I been using fewer bombs recently?

Hoederer : Maybe. No matter how good you might be at hiding it, we've worked together for far too many years.
Who's to say, maybe we trusted you this whole time.

<Background fades out and in>

[Hoederer leaves. ]

W : ...
...So, which line was the joke?

<Background 2>

Reunion Soldier : ...Oh, it's you. Sarkaz mercenary, Hoederer, huh?
I heard you were leaving. What business do you have with us?

Hoederer : Before I leave, there's something I'd like to confirm...
Did any of you personally see Ines fall in battle?

Reunion Soldier : No.
As soon as we received the support request, the battle was over.
The street had been torn apart, and the Originium crystals left by the Catastrophe caused a violent chain reaction.
We got the situation under control with fairly minimal–

[Hoederer suddenly attacks the Reunion soldier. ]

Reunion Soldier : ...What are you doing?

Hoederer : Ursursian, you're pretty calm for someone who just saw a companion fall in front of your eyes.

Reunion Soldier : ...

Hoederer : You give off the stench of conspiracy and war. A stench that is all too familiar–
If Ines was still here, that's definitely what she'd say.

Reunion Soldier : So that's what this is about. It's all too common for people to vent their anger on the Infected over a fallen comrade.
I just thought you would've been a little smarter than W.

Hoederer : ...A little smarter, huh?
Yeah, looking back, I've been a bit overprotective of her. Always have been.
But not because I was afraid she'd get in trouble. You see, I was more afraid that I'd have nobody to kill.
After all, I'm also a Sarkaz... the real deal.

Reunion Soldier : You—!

[Hoederer kills the Reunion soldier. ]

After operation

Summary

Before the Regent and Confessarius, Hoederer is horrified to discover that the Regent had orchestrated everything. He and is messengers must find a way to warn W.

<Background black>

Confessarius : I have seen your report.
Your achievements with Reunion are, to say the least, not worthy of commendation.
However, that being said, you have indeed procured some unexpectedly useful information.

Hoederer : Thank—

Confessarius : No, there is no need for thanks. At least, not this time.
You are all impressive warriors, and until your deaths, you are entitled to the rewards you've earned by virtue of the blood, sweat, and tears you have shed.
His Majesty the Regent knows well the acts and deeds of all Sarkaz, even those as insignificant as yourself.
The Infected are not the only thing in this temple gradually depreciating. Do you understand?

Hoederer : ...I do.

Confessarius : Mm.
If I am correct in my predictions, Rhodes Island has already welcomed the return of a certain unpalatable individual.
And you... you should have made contact.

Hoederer : —!
(The Regent is even faster than W? All the way from Londinium?!)

Confessarius : Mercenaries know loyalty only to their own interests. But that nonetheless makes a fine starting point.
When the dust settles, and you stand once again before the throne of His Majesty—
That is when you will receive your reward.

Hoederer : And what about the other warriors?

Confessarius : The young Infected has her own plans. Were you unaware?
But His Majesty will not participate in such nonsense. We have mutually decided that Victoria will stand by and watch Reunion's next move.
We lack "effective measures" to retake control of that unit from W.
Furthermore, it is important that we, in the name of our supporters, continue to whip up the Infected in all corners of the world.

Hoederer : We're still going to use Reunion? I was sure His Majesty would have...

Confessarius : Given up? Oh my no, young mercenary.
Things are yet far from chaotic enough. Even if Reunion has strayed from its leadership, it remains a source of chaos—
What's more, should your words just now be taken as a question of His Majesty's intentions?

Hoederer : No, absolutely not.

Confessarius : Very well. Raise your head...
Oh, yes.
For the time being, you need not return to Kazdel. The journey back is too long, and matters have been progressing rapidly there.
You are to stay here, for now. Enjoy this small respite however you can.

Hoederer : Thank you very much.

Confessarius : Now then, His Majesty awaits me. You are dismissed.
Remember, see to your own business first, Hoederer.

Hoederer : Of course.

[Hoederer leaves. ]

Confessarius : Hoederer, yes?
I look forward to seeing what else you uncover.

<Background 3>

Hoederer : ...*Sigh*.

Sarkaz Messenger : Looks like it's house arrest for both of us?

Hoederer : It's not like I never thought about it. And hey, it's better than I was expecting...
But we were a little too naive.

Sarkaz Messenger : Which part was naive? The part where you thought you'd die, or the part where you thought the Regent didn't know?

Hoederer : Both. He's been pulling the strings from the start.
Not that I'm surprised... he's Theresis. We've all heard the stories about him and Theresa, the invincible forces of nature...
But I guess in the course of the war, I forgot those stories... weren't just stories.

Sarkaz Messenger : So how do we warn W? What's going on with Reunion?
We wasted so much time on the road. She might've already split with Talulah.

Hoederer : The other possibility is the show ends in Lungmen.

Sarkaz Messenger : Wouldn't that be a bit too quick?

Hoederer : It fits with the way W works. If Talulah's gonna destroy the Infected, W'll destroy Talulah first.
Sarkaz style. With extreme prejudice.
She's pretty upset over the death of a certain merc, after all.

Sarkaz Messenger : She knows the score.

Hoederer : She's out of room to hesitate any longer. Now she just needs to get into the right headspace to make a move.

Sarkaz Messenger : And that means we're left waiting.

Hoederer : We've got ways to fool the Regent's eyes. It'd be a crazy risky play, but...
I've still got my own squad I can keep on "standby."

Sarkaz Messenger : Victoria's all over the place right now. They probably wouldn't catch the code.

Hoederer : Yeah, and it would have to pass by some real tricky spots controlled by the Regent... and on to Kazdel.

Sarkaz Messenger : Kazdel?

Hoederer : The battlefield ruins there haven't been touched in a long time.
But we eked out a living there for a good long time.
There was a communications station in an old bunker buried under those ruins. The tower made it look like it was destroyed, but everything down there still works.

Sarkaz Messenger : Hold on, that was a long time ago...
How long have you been preparing this?

Hoederer : All done way back at the very beginning. Cost me a pretty penny too.

Sarkaz Messenger : Heh heh.
Oh man... if they saw the look on your face right now, boy would they be surprised.
For a while now, every time you came back from a battle, you were always deep in thought, like a kid who did something bad.
I figured you'd just lost your will to fight.

Hoederer : Nah, it was the opposite, actually. I finally realized what it was I had to do.

Sarkaz Messenger : How?

Hoederer : Because I had no choice. It's kind of liberating, in a way?

Sarkaz Messenger : W must've said something to you before you left Chernobog.

Hoederer : Does that sound like her? Laying all the cards on the table?

Sarkaz Messenger : No. She'd be a lot less of a pain if she did though.

Hoederer : You're right that she came looking for me before I left the core city. She knew what we were going to do.
She...

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

W : Can you put a price on the life of a merc?

Hoederer : Sure. Always have. Why even ask? You knew the answer.

W : But who set the price?

Hoederer : The war itself.

W : Sure... you got your battlefield honors, your victories, the glory you pull out of a hand-to-hand fight, all the things that raise your profile, that let everybody know what a useful tool you are.
So boring.

W : But that's all in the past. At least for us it is.

Hoederer : ...What do you mean?

W : Every Sarkaz merc should have a nice, clean price tag.
But we don't need anybody to slap it on. No oversight. They write their own price in the blood of the enemies of Sarkaz.

Hoederer : You... are you saying we should get everyone to leave Kazdel...?

W : You look surprised. But like, they could choose for themselves.
Does this sound weird?

Hoederer : ......

W : Not weird, right?
Just give it some thought... think about what you could be doing in Kazdel.

Hoederer : You're talking about doing that right in front of Theresis, in broad daylight.

W : You make it sound so bad. As if you don't have your own plans.

Hoederer : .......

W : Chill... you were my boss, Hoederer.
You'd better do it, or we'll have trouble.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 3>

Sarkaz Messenger : That's a pretty good joke. The old hands at the Scar Market would laugh themselves into a coma.

Hoederer : It certainly wouldn't make the committee happy. They'd be out a lotta money, and a lotta wasted brainpower.

Sarkaz Messenger : Not to mention all the people they killed.

Hoederer : Sure enough... and the old hands there too... some of them are almost friends of ours...

Sarkaz Messenger : So what are you gonna do now? It's up to you.

Hoederer : Well... I can't leave Londinium. Hell, I can't even leave this mansion.
I think it's up to you.

Sarkaz Messenger : You can do a lot as a "Messenger."

Hoederer : "Keep following Talulah's orders. Hoederer isn't coming back yet." Should be good?
As long as that comms station still works, we'll hear back. And they'll get word to W.

Sarkaz Messenger : Hmph...
I know how to do this.
Don't give me orders.

<Background 2>

W : ......
*Sigh*... What a pain in the ass...
Just when I decide to go after the dragon lady... What a time you picked.
Get out here.

「The ruins of Chernobog weren't like those of Kazdel.
There were still traces of life out on the streets, ravaged as they were. They gave you some idea of what had been.
Unlike the total annihilation back there.
Like, for example...
Those two kids. Kids painstakingly raising their weapons. 」

Unyielding Child : Devil! What are you doing here?!

Waifish Child : N-no, don't provoke her...
S-sorry... we were just leaving...

W : Hey–
That's an army sword you're holding, isn't it?
Yes, it is. Sarkaz steel... You can't even lift it. Why are you hauling that thing around?
You gonna fight back? You gonna kill me?

Waifish Child : Eeep—

Unyielding Child : G-get back—agh!

Waifish Child : Rublev... your leg!

W : Oh, you're hurt.
You're gonna get infected. This city got hit with a Catastrophe. It's not safe here.

Unyielding Child : I won't turn into a thing like you!

W : Aww. What a tough kid.
Let me ask you—
—Do you know what it means to take up the blade of a fallen Sarkaz?

DM-ST-1: Beg For Mercy

Summary

Children who instigate, children who are cowardly. They all have gaps in their hearts and have no choice but to rely on each other. Within these possibilities, W also sees herself.

<Background 1>

W : You're still pushing forward?
Without treatment, you're definitely getting infected.

Unyielding Child : Why would I believe a devil?

W : A devil, huh?
So many devils around me all the time, sometimes I forget we even have that word.

Unyielding Child : Gah, stop following us!

W : I've been keeping my distance.

Unyielding Child : And stop acting nice! If you're gonna kill us, just do it already!

Waifish Child : Ru-Rublev, you really shouldn't provoke her...

Unyielding Child : Okay. We're going then.
Ignore her.

Waifish Child : S-sorry!

Unyielding Child : I don't care if I get infected! We don't need a devil's help!

Waifish Child : ...Um.

W : Uh huh...
There's an abandoned hospital around here. Chernobog District Hospital.
Wanna know where it is?

Unyielding Child : ......

Waifish Child : Rublev...?

Unyielding Child : Don't listen to her. She's trying to trick us.
Let's ditch her... quick.
See that alley over there? You take that corner and I think we can get there in less than a minute!

Waifish Child : Okay.

Unyielding Child : —Run!

<Background 2>

W : They're fast.

Unyielding Child : H-How did she catch up to us so quick?! Agh!

Waifish Child : Rublev... your leg! Th-the blood is turning black...

Unyielding Child : Ugh, I could've outran her if I didn't have to save you!

Waifish Child : Sorry...

Unyielding Child : Whatever! Just be quiet.
Don't let her find us.

W : ......
Head down that street, turn left, and you'll come to a ruined plaza.
On the west side, that big white building, that's the hospital.
The abandoned hospital.

Waifish Child : ...I think... she knows we're here...

Unyielding Child : Because you don't listen to me—fine.
Hey, devil.
Why did you tell us that?

W : Felt like it.
How do you two know each other?

Waifish Child : ......

Unyielding Child : I found him while I was out looking for food.

Waifish Child : Rublev saved me...

W : And that's why you do what he says?

Waifish Child : ......

W : No skin off my back. Whatever you want. But now it's time for you to help out your savior here.

Unyielding Child : What are you gonna make him do?

Waifish Child : Rublev...

W : Nothing. I told you, there's a hospital right over there.
I mean, Reunion isn't dumb, so they wouldn't waste perfectly good medical supplies... So if you wanna save your little pal Rublev, you're gonna have to steal.
It's a bunch of Infected thugs over there. Thugs who murdered your family and friends.
And that's the only place they'll have the drugs that can stop the onset of Oripathy.
So go steal, rob, loot, it's all good.
Just don't expect anybody to help you.

Unyielding Child : No! Don't listen to her!

Waifish Child : B-But...

W : No?
He knows your name, Rublev. Do you know his?

Unyielding Child : What does that have to do with anything?!
Don't go! You can't do it! There's too many—

Waifish Child : I—
I... I want to try...
Rublev isn't the only one who got hurt in the Catastrophe...
There's so much pain... I...

Unyielding Child : Why aren't you listening to me?!

Waifish Child : I...

W : He doesn't have to listen to you.
It's good that you wanna save those people.
Just keep that hospital in mind. They keep the supplies down in an underground storeroom.
You could get in through the vents in the parking garage, or through the sewers, as long as there's not too much toxic waste down there.
You could die there though.

Waifish Child : ......

Unyielding Child : C'mon, your legs are shaking! You can't do it! We were dumb to even listen to a devil in the first place!
Let's get out of here!

Waifish Child : I...

[An explosion occurs nearby. ]

Waifish Child : Eeep—

Unyielding Child : Wh-What was that?

W : Some things went down in Lungmen... wiped some stuff out here too.
Why wouldn't folks have their eye on a perfectly good battlefield hospital here in Chernobog?
Why do you think... a devil like me would know that hospital so well?

Unyielding Child : Because you—Umm, ah—

Waifish Child : I... I...

W : That must hurt like a bastard. I'm starting to think he's probably beyond help at this point.
If you don't act soon...
You might just die right here.

Waifish Child : Ah...

Unyielding Child : You, ugh, what are you doing? Stay away from me!

W : To go?
Or not to go?
Oh... but what if it's already too late, even if you did go? There's a riot going on, it might be too hard to sneak in and grab the goods—

Waifish Child : I-I'm going.

W : —Yeah... you're dead.

Unyielding Child : Why are you still listening to her? I'm the one who saved you!

Waifish Child : But I... want to try...

Unyielding Child : There's no way you can do it! We'll go to a drugstore, we'll find some food, that'll be enough!!

Waifish Child : —
I'm sorry!

Unyielding Child : Hey... wait!

W : If you knew his name, maybe you could call out and stop him? Kinda sad.

Unyielding Child : You... you tricked him! You devil!

W : Tricked?
I haven't told a single lie.
But hey, whether or not you believe me, that's your call.
Whether or not you believe him, that's your call too.

Unyielding Child : ...I, I'm gonna go find him, nnggh...

W : Why?

Unyielding Child : H-He can't do anything without me...

W : You're scared he's gonna run away.
You're thinking... why did he leave you alone with me? With a devil?

Unyielding Child : Am not!
Suka![note 1] A monster like you—

W : Shut up.
Wait here for him. Don't move.
Or I'll kill you.

Unyielding Child : Nnng—

W : Who do you think I am?
I'm a killer.
I'm the killer who destroyed this city, hurt your parents and friends.
Ah... haha. That's right.
I forgot you had that blade. Look, it's got a Sarkaz charm on the hilt, and it's still bloody.
Whose blood do you think it is?

Unyielding Child : *Whimper*... I, I don't know... you made him...

W : Go ahead and cry. Kids can cry.
It's all up to you... whether you live or die.

<Background fades out and in>

Unyielding Child : He can't do it...

W : You sure?

Unyielding Child : If I hadn't dug him out of those ruins, he'd already be dead...
He needs me.

W : ......
Nope... nobody needs anyone.
Nobody does.

Unyielding Child : ......

<Background fades out and in>

W : This ruined city got quiet again.
There's a lot less resistance, after that slaughter. That's a good thing. Less effort. Less death.
But it's quiet over at the hospital too. Nothing moving over there, as far as I can tell.

Unyielding Child : ......
He... he didn't...

W : Huh?

Unyielding Child : Maybe... he didn't actually go...
It's been... Nng... so long...

W : He ran away.

Unyielding Child : ......

W : But you saved him. Wouldn't he want to save you too?

Unyielding Child : ...I...

W : Or maybe you're strong enough to save him, but he couldn't save you?

Unyielding Child : He... He can't do anything right!
Like when we went looking for food! He couldn't even tell there was someone else in the store!
It's all his fault my leg got—!

W : ......

Unyielding Child : ......

W : Where are you going?

Unyielding Child : I... I'm going home alone...

W : I already told you, you leave and you die.

Unyielding Child : But he already ran off!

W : Hah.
I can see it in your eyes. You hate him.

Unyielding Child : N-No I don't!
But if... if he did go... it's been so long... he must be...

W : —Shut up.
You won't know anything until he comes back.
You can sit here thinking he's coming back, or that he's not.
But if you're thinking that he's not, if you're doubting him, hating him, that's on you.
But you went right to thinking he blew it and ran off. Why?
Because you saved him? Because you're the strong one?

Unyielding Child : ...*whimper*.
Waaahhh—

W : You're still strong enough to cry.
Settle down. Give it a minute and you'll be in too much pain to cry.
You're young, you're not Sarkaz. So if can't take it anymore, you can tell me.
I'll end it for you.

<Background fades out and in>

W : ......

Unyielding Child : Wah... aahhh... waahh...

W : You're losing consciousness.
Ah well... guess he won't make it in time.

Unyielding Child : No... I can still...
I'll wait... for him...

W : ......
You've got faith in him again. That's because you're scared to die.
Kids are a good judge of character. You won't get this kind of stuff out of me.

Unyielding Child : ....Hnng...

W : But he's definitely taking way too long.
Got maybe ten minutes.
Don't worry. If it comes down to it, I'm not gonna let a kid die in pain.

<Background fades out and in>

Unyielding Child : ......

W : ...can't even whimper anymore, huh?
What are you thinking?
Do you hate me? Or him?
Or maybe you hate yourself for sticking your nose where it didn't belong, saving that kid, and getting yourself hurt?

Unyielding Child : ...I don't...

W : You sure?
So you can still talk. Guess I misjudged you.

Unyielding Child : ......

W : Look, Rublev.
What do you think it is that decides what a person's gonna do?
Is it a nature or nurture thing? Where they're born, how they're born? What kind of baggage they're weighed down with?
Nah, none of that matters.
It's the whole, complete, sum total of the influences on his life, all those changing thoughts and beliefs.
And just how strong he believes in those beliefs.
You saved that kid, but you didn't really trust him completely. You looked down on him, because you saw yourself as his messiah.
But him? He's easy. You saved him, he wants to save you.
When it comes to this stuff, he's stronger than you are.
Keep the blade. It's a Sarkaz blade, so I'm allowed to stand in for its owner and give it to you.
Wave it around, learn to swing it, sell it for cash. Whatever. It's yours.
That's the deal.

Unyielding Child : What... are you talking about...?

Waifish Child : R-Rublev! Are you okay?!
Look!
I did it! I stole an entire box of medical supplies! Painkillers! Bandages!
Rublev...

Unyielding Child : Keep it... down. I'm not dead yet...

Waifish Child : O-Okay. Let me bandage your wound...!
How do you use the bandage...? Is– is this the Oripathy medicine? I-I'll open it...

Unyielding Child : Aren't... your parents doctors?

Waifish Child : Oh... they never taught me anything. But I'll try...

Unyielding Child : ...You got hurt?

Waifish Child : I'm fine. Just a scratch... Somebody hit me with a piece of metal...

Unyielding Child : Idiot...!

Waifish Child : ...Hehe...

Unyielding Child : Where's... the Sarkaz?

Waifish Child : Oh... I didn't see her when I came back... Did she stay with you?

Unyielding Child : ......

Waifish Child : Rublev?

Unyielding Child : ......
...Say, um... What's... your name?

Waifish Child : Oh? Err... Andrey.

Unyielding Child : Your whole name...?

Waifish Child : Andrey Fyodorovich Ostrovsky... heh.

Unyielding Child : What are you laughing at?

Waifish Child : You finally asked, Rublev.

Unyielding Child : ...Sorry.

Waifish Child : N-No, you don't have to apologize...
All right. How do you feel?

Unyielding Child : Better...?

Waifish Child : Great!
Let's go back home. I'll help you up.
The grown-ups will be very happy about this box!

<Background black>

「I smiled, watching those kids.
If they were going to survive, they had to kill that seed of doubt.
You only suffer if you survive.
Like a moth to a flame, a worm in a hole.
You have to chase something, even at a cost. 」

W : Isn't that right...
...Talulah?

Notes

"Bitch!" in Russian

Operation story: WD-1

Before operation

Summary

In the present day, Sesa and Heavyrain meet a mysterious guest while on assignment in Sargon, and the whole affair is not without ties to a struggle in the Ibut region over twenty years ago.

「Modern Day
2:48 P.M. \ Clear
Central Sargon, Ibut Region, Nameless Town 」

<Background 1>

[Heavyrain gazes at the vast dune. ]

Heavyrain : ......

<Background 2>

Heavyrain : No-one here. (We still haven't seen a trace of them. Did they get caught up in something...?)

Sesa : Strange. This is exactly where we agreed to meet up, right?

Heavyrain : Our coordinates check out.

Sesa : We can't rule out a sandstorm. Let's stay calm.

Heavyrain : Sesa... this isn't good.

Sesa : Hey, now. They're not here yet, but what good is it being so grim? Are we just going to have a staring contest?

Heavyrain : Now's not the time for video games, though. Why did you bring that along?

Sesa : Not important–

Heavyrain : Something must be wrong. We should've at least gotten contact at a set time.

Sesa : ......

Heavyrain : Shouldn't we do something or other?

Sesa : Don't worry so much. What can we even do? The best plan is to just sit tight here, and wait for an answer.

Heavyrain : But... it's been too long.
Hold on, there's–

[A veiled Liberi enters the house and greets Heavyrain and Sesa. ]

??? : (Sargonian) Good morning.

[Heavyrain, thinking the veiled Liberi an enemy, struck him, but... ]

Sesa : Heavyrain! Cool it!

Heavyrain : Hmph–

[Heavyrain backed down. ]

Heavyrain : S–Sorry, I struck on reflex...

[The veiled Liberi walks to Heavyrain's side. ]

??? : (Sargonian) Oh, your looks deceive. You're quite the quick-tempered girl. This will only damage your first impressions, though...
(Sargonian) This is the Reefsteep Black Market, and we're all in business here. I trust we have words for each other, so no need for an armed conversation, yes?

Sesa : (Sargonian) What day is today? Why would the "Sand Soldier" be here?

"Sand Soldier" : (Sargonian) Oh, you recognize me?

Sesa : (Sargonian) The head intel peddler of the Reefsteep market, the puppeteer of the vast majority of all armed conflicts in Ibut, styled by the locals as "Zuzu."
(Sargonian) In ancient tongue, it entailed a charm, or perhaps a talisman–
(Sargonian) –but I know what lies behind your new name, "Sand Soldier." What's a major player like you up to here?

"Sand Soldier" : (Sargonian) Let's not get ahead of ourselves, I just wanted to have a chat with you two. With... er, Rhodes Island.
(Sargonian) Or perhaps... I've disrupted your original itinerary?

Heavyrain : ......!

[Heavyrain puts the veiled Liberi, now known as the "Sand Soldier", at swordpoint. ]

Heavyrain : (Sargonian) ...Where are our Operators?

"Sand Soldier" : Oh... so you're from Sargon too, then. Good. Then let's get right to the point.
Your Operators are safe and sound. Your batch of experimental medical material... also untouched.

Heavyrain : Where are they?

"Sand Soldier" : Who knows?

Heavyrain : You–

Sesa : Heavyrain, rein it in!

"Sand Soldier" : Quite right. Rein it in. You haven't even the capital to start a conflict with me here.
Compared to how valuable your pharmaceutical materials are, a few porters can't be worth much in my concern...

Heavyrain : You have your eyes on those materials.

"Sand Soldier" : And if I nodded yes?

Heavyrain : ......

Sesa : Let our Operators go. We'll hand over the goods. How about that?

"Sand Soldier" : Oh? As simple as that?
But all I took was a few employees... now I'm a little skeptical.
Your goods might've had a small footprint, but they're not cheap. It doesn't seem "Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals" is so profligate a company. Would you really be so willing to give them up?

Sesa : I'll stop you right there. Forget market value. Human life is the most precious thing to us.

"Sand Soldier" : A perspective bursting with humanity. But who'll step up to weigh them, then–decide their worth?
Will a certain "Kal'tsit?"

Heavyrain : You nabbed our contract... You know Dr. Kal'tsit?

"Sand Soldier" : No, it's a very common name. Over these years, I've sought so many people in error... so many.

Sesa : Back to our original topic.

"Sand Soldier" : Oh, my apologies. Your people are actually waiting right outside, and I have no interest in your goods–

Sesa : –Heavyrain.

Heavyrain : I'll go check now–you stay alert.

"Sand Soldier" : As you wish.

[Heavyrain leaves. ]

Sesa : Huh! The fixer from the black market... wouldn't come here just to scare our new recruits, would he?
Rhodes Island and the Sargon black market are far from bosom friends. We only had to take this plunge after some of our drugs got jammed up in Columbia.
Oripathy waits for no-one, correct? That's all this is. There should be no conflict between us.

"Sand Soldier" : I've heard of you before, the armaments tuner 'Bridge,' having worked for three different arms dealers in the past. A fine reputation. Oh, I believe you're called 'Sesa' now?

Sesa : Really, you make too much of me.
Well, then, what gives you an interest in Rhodes Island?

"Sand Soldier" : During a routine probing of accounts, a completely watertight transaction came to light. You must know, not one sheaf of gold in the Reefsteep passes out of my notice.

Sesa : And?

"Sand Soldier" : No, no cause for worry. You haven't exposed any leverage, and as I've already said, your transaction doesn't interest me. It's just the... signature, on this contract, that I mind.
Come. I have time to spare today. Tell me, what kind of place is Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals?

<Background black>

Trek upon Terra, as millions of lives.

「22 Years Ago 」

<Background 3>

[Gunfires are heard. ]

「1:09 P.M. \ Clear
Central Sargon, Ibut Region, the Town of Redhorn 」

[More gunfires are heard. ]

Wounded Mercenary : They're firing! Ambush! Ambush!
Withdraw our cov–aghh–

[An explosion is heard. ]

Wounded Mercenary : Are they mad?! With this many civilians around?!

Indignant Mercenary : Quick! Hide here!

[The mercenaries hide behind a nearby building. ]

Wounded Mercenary : Shit, close. Thanks.

[A loud explosion is heard. ]

Fleeing Civilian : –Fire, fire! My house–ukh– (The sound of a throat being pierced.)
Hurry! Hurry!!
Eyaaargh–

Indignant Mercenary : Too many civilians getting caught up...! Are they trying to pull the Lord Ameer of Ibut's whole army in!?

Wounded Mercenary : The Lord Ameer's army? How do you know they weren't the army in disguise?

Indignant Mercenary : You mean–

Wounded Mercenary : Look at this.

Indignant Mercenary : The red mark...? You picked this off one of the corpses–?

Wounded Mercenary : I did. We've been fooled by our own. The situation here is a complete mess now. You might not even get it if I gave you the whole lecture–
It's way more than just us who wanted to ransack that squad. Dammit. Grab it and turn it into cash, my ass. This is a full-blown war now–
The sentry sent me all the coordinates before going black. There's four different identifiers all crawling this one area!
Do you understand what this means? Either we break through the line and earn big, or we still have the chance to surrender right now!

Indignant Mercenary : –Goddamnit! This is insane!

[Suddenly an explosion occurs close to the mercs, likely killing them. ]

<Background 2>

[A young Liberi with a hooded enters the room. ]

??? : *pant*... *pant*... *cough*, *cough* *cough*...
...should be... alone here...
*cough*...
...wh–who?

Indignant Mercenary : A child? Why are you carrying a body... eugh, get out of here already!
Hold on... your clothes! You're a Columbian!? You're from the "Sand Soldier"!
B8 here, we have a survivor, a Liberi child, carrying a grown man's body–

[The young Liberi runs off... ]

??? : ––!

Indignant Mercenary : Hey, hold it right there!

[...and the merc gives chase. ]

<Background 3>

Violent Mercenary : Alright, kids, you all heard that. The "Sand Soldier" still have one left alive! We need to bring him over!
There's still a chance our target fell into someone else's hands. Just in case, kill every last one you come across. Doesn't matter if they're the Lord Ameer's. Even if Padishah Murad himself is here, he has to die too.
Remember, a silver box. I want to be sitting on that singing before the sun goes down.

<Background 1>

Sarkaz Mercenary A : We've intercepted their comms band. It seems the "Sand Soldier" still have a survivor.
A child, carrying a body, probably a comrade. Think he's got what Padishah's after?

Sarkaz Mercenary B : Not one team's retreated from that town yet. Chances are they're all still looking for their target.

Sarkaz Mercenary A : Of course. Everyone swarming that tiny of a town at once is just going to add to the chaos, waste time and nothing else.
Hold on, our Caster's gotten news. Something's up...

Sarkaz Mercenary B : What?

Sarkaz Mercenary A : There's a freight truck... registration Tkaronto, Columbia... parked near the Central Smoke bazaar.
A woman and a monster? Monster? What monster–oh.
Line cut off. He gets careless too?

Sarkaz Mercenary B : No, his ambush point is at least a kilometer out from the bazaar. It shouldn't have been that fast. Not unless whatever team this is knew the topography here like the backs of their hands... or maybe, they're just experienced enough to blow anyone off the sand.

Sarkaz Mercenary A : Could it be someone from Vouivre? Or some other cutthroat here on Columbia's dime?

Sarkaz Mercenary B : Let's watch this unfold first.

<Background 2>

??? : *pant*... *pant*...
*cough* *cough*... Why did... Teacher... *cough* *cough*!

[An explosion is heard. ]

??? : ––?!

Searching Mercenary : Our target's around here! He can't get that far carrying a body–
Tch! We've got trouble! No hesitating! Kill!

[Sounds of a firefight are heard. ]

??? : ...am... am I safe...?
...Teacher, Teacher... come on, wake up...
The... I can't stop the blood... you still haven't taught me so much... what do you want me to do...

[A merc enters the room to find the young Liberi. ]

Searching Mercenary : ...Target found.

??? : ––

Searching Mercenary : Don't move! One more inch and I'll cut your head off!
Scared stupid, aren't you, talking to a dead guy? Uh-huh?
Put that idiot on your back down and tell me, where is it!?

??? : ...I...
I don't know...

[The merc punches the young Liberi... ]

??? : Mmph–

[...knocking him down. ]

Searching Mercenary : Don't try and fool me, you worthless... huh?
Is this... the "Sand Soldier" leader's body? What are you... wait, do you have it on you?

??? : –Don't touch him!

[The merc hits the young Liberi... ]

Searching Mercenary : Gah! Who do you think you are–piss off!!

[...and slashes him, causing him to drop a silver-lined, secured briefcase. ]

??? : Ugh...

Searching Mercenary : The silver combination box! So here it is... heheh, hahahah!

??? : Let go of it! Get–Get out of my way!

[The merc pushes off the young Liberi as he picks up the briefcase. ]

Searching Mercenary : Heh, now we've got the target, we don't need to leave any survivors.
Don't blame me, kid. This is my job–

??? : ––

[Suddenly Mon3tr appears in the room. ]

Searching Mercenary : Wha–What the hell is–?!

Mon3tr : Grrr...

Searching Mercenary : What is that–hey, is anyone there?! I've run into an unidenti–

Mon3tr : (Shrieks)

Searching Mercenary : –Ugh!
Machine... no, creature?! What the hell kind of thing are you?!

[The merc fires several shots at Mon3tr, but its biometallic skin deflects the bolts. ]

Searching Mercenary : Don't get any–why aren't my bolts doing anything–don't get any closer! Any closer and I'll kill you!

[Mon3tr effortlessly kills the merc by dismembering him with its claws. ]

Mon3tr : (Snickers)

「Before his eyes, the monster skewers the ruffian.
It lightly unfolds its body, like a stretch in the early morning. 」

Mysterious Woman : ...Mon3tr.

Mon3tr : (Responds)

??? : Ah... ah...

「The boy is frozen in place, having long lost the voice to cry out.
He holds only an ice-cold carcass, the blood of the dead clotting on his chest, reminiscent of a flower. 」

[The mysterious Feline woman, who appears to be Mon3tr's master, approaches the shocked young Liberi. ]

Mysterious Woman : ......
Elliot, you're safe.

Elliot : ...!
Who... who are you... How do you know me?

Mysterious Woman : I know every last esteemed scientist of the Blaine Formative Technologies Research Institute.
But none of you know what kind of plot this whole affair has been drawn into. I'm here to stop you, and here to protect you.

Elliot : Protect...?
You're already late... too late...

Mysterious Woman : You didn't let your fine teacher's legacy fall into those conspirators' hands. You've done well enough.

Elliot : ......
What do you mean, protect...
–You want to protect these! The blueprint, the sample, not me! And not Teacher!
You're just like them! Teacher's dead! All the people who were helping us are dead too! You're all just fighting over this case–you–you–*cough* *cough*, *cough*–

Mysterious Woman : ......

[Someone contacts the mysterious woman through radio. ]

Comms Voice : Adviser, we've confirmed three mercenary teams hired by lords ameer across the map, as well as one Sarkaz unit on a cliff outside the town, affiliation unknown for now.
According to our plans, we still have seven minutes.

Mysterious Woman : I've found one survivor, sample in hand.

Comms Voice : The evac route is secure.

Mysterious Woman : Converge in three minutes.

[The woman ends the call... ]

Elliot : ......

[...before looking at the young Liberi, now known as Elliot. ]

Mysterious Woman : Tell me, Elliot. The Vouivre soldier you're carrying on your back: what did he die for?

Elliot : ...Shut up...

Mysterious Woman : Right now, you stand here, you live, and you carry what every mercenary here wants.
The squad operated under the name "Sand Soldier"... but in actuality, all that came to Sargon was a research team, and a typical security force from Tkaronto.
Whether or not he persisted in his duty until the end, whether or not he paid mind to your safety until the end, didn't he entrust a deep responsibility to you?
Whether or not because of your own immature temperament, are you going to make a total waste of all your soldiers' full efforts?
I only need an answer.
As long as I can ensure that this prototype blueprint doesn't fall into any lord ameer's hands, I will not go out of my way to mind anything else. I hope for you to understand this.

Elliot : ......

Mysterious Woman : High alert. You still aren't willing to speak much.
But I remember... the man on your back is Professor Thorne. Blaine Formative Technologies Research Institute, Head Researcher.
He was not a true soldier. Yet a true soldier is what he is.

Elliot : You...

Mysterious Woman : Just put him down. Or you could be buried together with him in the yellow dust.
I trust he believed his death had a purpose, and you should not squander his sacrifice.

Elliot : No...

Mysterious Woman : He's already dead.

Elliot : No! This isn't your business!

Mysterious Woman : At least give him a decent burial.
...Mon3tr.

Mon3tr : (Hissing)

Elliot : What's... What's that ball of light?

Mysterious Woman : Lower your head.

Elliot : Ngh–!

[Mon3tr blasts the ground, creating a hole. ]

Elliot : ...You... You want me to bury Teacher in here?

Mysterious Woman : Professor Thorne is an old friend of mine. The situation is abnormal. We have no chance to more solemnly address his sacrifice.
Every person's life is an endless war.
On certain motives, his ancestors left Sargon. Wandering again and again, he found a life he could call his own, yet in the end he returned to Sargon's barrens.
His cause, his just heart, his thirst for knowledge all arrived at their terminus.
The Professor Thorne I knew was in no way unversed in life's affairs. Candidly, he confronted his own death, and until the very end resisted.
Elliot, just put him down.

Elliot : I...

Mysterious Woman : This is respect for the deceased. Surely you understand, he wouldn't have wished to become a burden on your path?

Elliot : Okay... okay...

Mysterious Woman : (Ancient Vouivran language) May his soul, with the long river, return.

Elliot : Vouivran...? Are–Are you from Vouivre?

Mysterious Woman : (Ancient Vouivran language) May he, as the gravel, pass into eternal tranquility.
(Ancient Vouivran language) May he ever hear his homeland's whispers. May he, at the other shore, meet the great waves.
(Ancient Vouivran language) Our friend rests eternal here. He shall return to the boundless cycle of rebirth.

「As the woman bowed her head and prayed, it was as if the fire of war, too, paused for this moment. 」

Elliot : ......

Mysterious Woman : ...Time is running short. We've paid what respect we can. Now, you must make a choice.

Mon3tr : (A low, alert sounding.)

Mysterious Woman : Correct, they are many, but their formation is in loose disarray. As an armed force, they're not in one heart and mind.
Before they find us, they'll make their own grave.

Elliot : ...I remember, now... I remember I saw your face before, somewhere... long ago... Teacher introduced you to me...
I thought you were only a theoretical researcher...
I remember... Your name is...
Kal'tsit...?

Kal'tsit : Mm.
You have quite a good memory, Elliot.

<Background black>

The young researcher, Elliot Glover, pays no attention to the mysterious woman as she leaves through the door.
In a daze, he gazes at the soil that half-buried his beloved teacher, the air scattered with dust.
He thinks to himself: I haven't even the strength to cremate my teacher's remains. It leads him, for an instant, to mourn.
Until the sound of warfare resumes once more.

After operation

Summary

22 years ago, a Columbian company has secretly sent a prototype sample to Sargon, thus drawing powers from all sides in. Kal'tsit protects the sole survivor, Elliot, and they set out on a journey together.

「22 Years Ago
3:09 P.M. \ Clear
Central Sargon, Ibut Region 」

<Background 3>

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : Adviser.

Kal'tsit : Confirm retrieval of target, and before any other teams form up and cut us off, pull out of here.

Elliot : ......

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : ...Understood.
This is the op team. Advanced-Ops Adviser has retrieved the "Sand Soldier" survivor along with target material.
Acknowledged.
Adviser, recon team has ensured the safety of our route.

Kal'tsit : Alright, then. Let's go.

<Background 1>

Kal'tsit : ......

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : ......

Elliot : ......

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : Uh, Mr. Elliot, please kindly give that case to us.

Elliot : ......!

「The boy tightly clutches the case in his hands. 」

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : Adviser?

Kal'tsit : Leave him be.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : Pardon me, but we should confirm whether our objective materials are intact. And ensure "no matter the circumstances," they're safe under our grasp.

Kal'tsit : You think he'll run?

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : No, of course... alright... understood.

Kal'tsit : Yes.

<Background fades out and in>

[The car suddenly stops. ]

Riverblade Squad Mercenary A : Uh, why did we stop?

Riverblade Squad Mercenary B : Seems we broke down.

Kal'tsit : ......

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : What's wrong? Caster, come take a look.
Couldn't be out of fuel, right... did nobody inspect before we left base? Who was in charge?
J5 from the Stouthammer Squad was on vehicle inspection, but they're all on the recon team. What should we do? Get in touch with them?

Kal'tsit : Elliot.

Elliot : Huh?

Kal'tsit : Keep that case safe, and lower your head.

Elliot : ...What?

[Suddenly a loud explosion is heard. ]

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : What just exploded–woah!

[Someone opens fire at the mercs. ]

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : Recon team?! Hey, can you hear us? Tell your Casters to stop! It's us, wait, it's us!

[Kal'tsit unleashes Mon3tr. ]

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr.

Elliot : Th–That thing in your hand–

Mon3tr : (With vigor, it rouses itself.)

Kal'tsit : No, don't be rash.
Protect this child.

Mon3tr : (Responds)

Elliot : Hhhh–
What–What's happening?! Weren't they with you?! Here to help us?!

Kal'tsit : Stay alert, Mon3tr.

Elliot : Agh–

[Mont3r growls. ]

Mon3tr : (Dissatisfied)

[Meanwhile, the mercs are being attacked. ]

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : Dammit! They split as cover to set up the whole goddamn circus...!!

[The attacked mercs return fire. ]

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : Attention, Riverblade Squad, all members of Riverblade Squad!
The recon team has overtly attacked us, scratching every–clause of the contract! Caster division, ready up! Snipers, confirm bearings, and prepare to attack!

[An intense firefight ensues. ]

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : You all copy! The Stouthammer Squad has turned traitor! Fight back, open fire!!

[An explosion occurs in the middle of the firefight. ]

Elliot : ......

Kal'tsit : In the barrens, escaping an armed motorcade on foot isn't much of a sagacious choice.

Kal'tsit : Stay here. This is the safest option.

Elliot : Ugh...
......
Did you plan this, too?

Kal'tsit : No. War can bring great profit to Columbia, but nobody wants that profit in anyone else's pocket. Dividing up interests isn't just about size, and satisfying everyone is extremely difficult.
As their advanced operations adviser, I've given sufficient counsel.
Including all "betrayal" possibility.

Elliot : Right now, there's a war going on outside...
And you're just going to sit in here, unconcerned?

Kal'tsit : I have to remind you, Elliot, you also sit here, receiving my protection at that.

Elliot : ......
No... it's this box. They don't have the guts to attack us. I'm the one who's your protection, "Adviser."

Mon3tr : (Discontentedly, it gazes afar.)

Kal'tsit : I don't intend to retort. They absolutely won't dare destroy an Arts prototype that could convert half of Sargon's rainforests into barrens.
Despite its disguise as... an engine on an all-new power source.

Elliot : What–What are you going on about...

[The mercs who are with Kal'tsit are being overwhelmed. ]

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : Adviser! We can't hold out for much longer! We need to pull back immediately, and change course!
Please, bring the survivor with us! We'll ensure your safety!

Kal'tsit : Understood.

<Background 4>

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : How many withdrew?

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : Less than twenty. Wretched losses.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : ......

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : Let me say again, Captain, scores of our brothers just died.
Thanks to them pulling a heel turn out of their assholes in the middle of an operation! The company's gonna send people to wipe every last one of 'em off the goddamn map!!

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : I... don't know about that. If the Stouthammers had this planned in advance, I'm worried the company hasn't got the reach into Sargon...
Maybe they made a deal with some lord ameer. Or maybe, they just never...
......
Ugh... the adviser and the kid?

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : Right over there.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : Let me... let me talk with them alone.

<Background fades out and in>

[The merc captain walks toward Kal'tsit. ]

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : Adviser.

Kal'tsit : Before we entered Sargon, I gave you the heads-up.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : ......

Kal'tsit : The military needed to light a fire in Sargon, and then wait for war to bring riches their way.
Factories, mines, the arms trade–every second of its existence, Columbia has been gnawing away at this ancient country, strengthening itself.
So its military pulled a move, brought about the birth of the "Sand Soldiers," had them bring scientific researchers into Sargon... to carry out some "tech support."

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : –But the Bureau doesn't take things that way at all.

Kal'tsit : To be precise, it's the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Arts Units and Originium and its background desires that don't take things that way.
Perhaps Sargon is a backwards, rotting country to some people's eyes, but its ancient wealth and power still suffices to command servitude of all the dust in its sky, to become the desert under the Empire's gaze.
I have to say, the Bureau's viewpoint is correct.
One portion of Columbia's people has grown narrow-minded with its ballooning riches and power. They mistakenly think they can cause wanton strife in Sargon without paying a price.
Any one Padishah's maneuvering is enough to influence those Columbian entrepreneurs' stock prices, yet they turn a blind eye to Sargon's vast might.
The policymakers are free to be ignorant, and failure in judgment won't harm their core interests, but you yourselves need to know just what it is you're doing.
At least, you should know, this and your life or death are symbiotic.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : The Padishahs are the Sargon Empire's chief governors at the core, there to control their lords ameer. Would they... have anything to do with the company?

Kal'tsit : You know what it is the company wants, correct?
Certain high-ranking members of the military have seized some of Blaine Formative Technologies' principal shareholders, exporting these things to Sargon under unofficial cover in order to fulfill a deal with a lord ameer.
And what they truly desire is to employ these simple, crude methods to set off a power struggle within Ibut. Because that will turn profit.
But the Bureau believes that if the war spreads to the heart of the empire, every 'moneymaking' design will become fly ash.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : So, the Bureau wants us to retrieve the target, so as to stop the military brass from going a step too far. That I get, but–

Kal'tsit : But the military's not stupid. Its spies within the company–perhaps you've already guessed who–have bribed the Stouthammer Squad to ensure the plans will remain in Sargon, and then a certain lord ameer can set off war.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : They had the balls?!

Kal'tsit : Aside from the operation advisers that aren't me, all silently acknowledge this string of activity inside the company.
The Chief of Business has no plans to stand on any side, allowing both parties to hold each other back. It might even bring in bonus grey income, after all.

[Elliot joins in the talk between Kal'tsit and the merc captain. ]

Elliot : ......

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : None of this is any kid's business.

Elliot : I–

Kal'tsit : Elliot Glover. Only 13 when he skipped a few grades and graduated, soon entering an academy for sciences and taking up studies in Originium technology.
Three years after, this young genius was picked out by Professor Thorne, to become in all respects his personal assistant.
Elliot is a member of the "Sand Soldiers." A research team crowned as soldiers who had no idea at all what awaited them in Sargon.
They died tragically in the sandstorm without a single clue about anything, and none of us can deprive their last survivor of learning the complete picture.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : Fine, I get it. No skin off my nose.
Now where were we? Oh, yeah, Bureau and the military pressured the company, and then in Sargon, all the lords ameer clashed...
Heheh. We were betrayed from the very beginning. And we jumped into this war knowing scratch all...
Where'd they get the balls to do this shit... Now they've thrown us into the desert like garbage, who can still guarantee things'll go how they want...?

Kal'tsit : The company never cared about what ultimately ended up in whose hands. Regardless of which of you survived to complete the mission, they'd still pocket a reward.
To be precise, even if you all died right here, it wouldn't affect a single coin that falls into their pockets.
Because the ever-eyeing lords ameer and the Padishahs would've helped you settle and follow up on things otherwise, it's only natural they brought in the chaos.
The moment you were first drawn into Sargon by that enormous reward, you were already cornered.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : ......
Sorry, Adviser.
You warned us out of the kindness of your heart, and you gave our op everything you had too. I respect you a hell of a lot more than I do those cigar munchers, all making up absolute shit at their meeting tables.
But maybe... we still have one other option. Right now, pull out your arms, Adviser. I hope this decisive battle can preserve some dignity.

Elliot : You're going to kill her...!

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : Why not? That's what our original job really was, after all.

Kal'tsit : Don't lose your head, mercenary. I know you've received secret orders from the Chief of Business, but I also trust you understand that right now, following things to the letter will only cut off your own way out.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : Yeah, you've always given me an omniscient kind of impression...
The company sold us out, the Chief of Business sacked us like pawns, the lords ameer, the Padishahs and the Columbian military are all itching to kill us and snatch the goods–
–but we're mercs, and that's just morning coffee to us. As long as I can still make bank, I have no shits to give.

Kal'tsit : What a pity.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : I'm just the smallest fry in this whole whirlwind of crisis, but whether it's in the Bureau's interest or the military's–whatever. All that shit makes me dizzy–
Even the company thinks you shouldn't hang around here any longer, Adviser.
This is a good chance. A good chance to make a senior adviser in Sargon disappear. Some folks paid me a lot of money–heh, and I couldn't say if they were the same who bribed the Stouthammers.
But none of that matters. I just wanna ask you one last thing... You... You've done so much. What was it all for, in the end?

Kal'tsit : Columbia, Sargon, and perhaps Victoria as well. Uncountable powers all wrapped up in this. And though their lack of foresight led us here, all their innumerable machinations point towards one endgame.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : –War.

Kal'tsit : And war will bring ruin.
I simply try to stop this all from coming, despite how weak my influence is.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : ......
I... I don't know whether I oughta believe you... Maybe as long as I complete the Chief's orders and kill you, the company'll let us back in...

Kal'tsit : Who would trust sixteen mercenaries forced to hole up in a cave, a scientist's boy assistant and a mercenary company's operations adviser? Who would willingly sit down with them to discuss where millions of lives are headed?
I'll give you one final heads-up. Even if you make the Chief of Business happy, and make an obstructive adviser vanish in the middle of Sargon, it will not mean you can return home safe.
Every hired hand in these yellow dusts believes you've made off with the final legacy of the "Sand Soldiers"... and they will make the choice to exterminate a flock of Columbians who offended their lord ameer's graces.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : I–

Kal'tsit : After you kill me, you want to use Elliot as a bargaining chip, but would you have the leeway for a peaceful dialogue?

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : –No, you're right. I've got no chance of making any kind of 'deal' with the people who just killed my brothers. I don't work with the big picture like that.
Alright. You've convinced me, Adviser. I'll put down my crossbow, and you get that... uh, your pet out of sight a little.

Mon3tr : (A low roar, as if to menace.)

Kal'tsit : How are you going to proceed?

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : If we keep working together, will you ensure we return to Columbia?

Kal'tsit : Precisely the opposite. If you truly keep working with me, you will only add to the dangers you face.
But at the least, I can plot a route for you, and help you stow away into Minos. This is the safest path.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : "The safest path." And you're not even gonna go with us?

Kal'tsit : My goal lies elsewhere.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : There's no way you'd say you prepped this route just for us, right?

Kal'tsit : Don't misunderstand. This is just for those who can get out of here alive, regardless of who they are.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : Sounds a little like salvation, huh?

Kal'tsit : There's a hint of arrogance behind that word. If you have any misgivings, just treat this as a deal.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : Alright, alright. Last time I didn't trust you we ended up right in the frying pan. Maybe this time I oughta be a little smarter...
This is a deal, Adviser. I want to use both your lives, to buy the lives of me and the brothers I have left.

Kal'tsit : Sixteen for two. Very cost-effective.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : Damn right. Cost-effective. Hah. You saw this day coming from miles away, didn't you?

<Background 1>

Elliot : Where are we... heading?
Where are we... I... I want to...

Kal'tsit : There's a local place for dealings, which the local arms dealers and underground Originium goods merchants all call the "Reefsteep Black Market".
When we find that market, its stowaways can help us out.

Elliot : ......

Kal'tsit : What's on your mind?

Elliot : I'm thinking about... I...
I just... just left Teacher's body... in that makeshift...
I should've... I... the blood, and the screaming... nngh, ulp...
*cough*, *cough* *cough* *cough*–

<Background 4>

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : Adviser's hit the road.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : What now?

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : Here's the map for the route the Adviser gave us. Not just the names of all the towns, but any Messenger stations we can use too. Can you guess how much this map'd be worth alone?

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : Just where in holy hell did she come from?

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : Hell knows! But right now, she's the single straw we've got to grab at.
Tear up all identifying marks. Can't keep using these Columbian cars anymore. We'll head to the closest city on foot. Should be about thirty kilometers, then we'll rent a new ride and get out of here.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary : And we escape just like that?

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : I know what you're thinking... but we still aren't ready for payback. We'll hide out for a bit. Then we can go back, deal with all those traitors companyside–

[Someone walks into the cave... ]

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : –Who's there?!

[...who turned out to be one of the Sarkaz mercs from earlier. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : Heh.
So you let the "Sand Soldier" go... Now there's a twist.

Riverblade Squad Mercenary Captain : –Enemy raid! Snipers, rea–

[Before he could react, the Sarkaz merc cuts down the merc captain, killing him. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : Leave three alive. Get the casters ready to grill them.
Deal with all the rest.

<Background 1>

Elliot : ......

Kal'tsit : Have you calmed down some?
Counting researchers, the "Sand Soldiers" were on the scale of a hundred people when they left Tkaronto.
You just experienced a massacre. This may be difficult, but you need to return to form as soon as possible.

Elliot : Just what... do you intend to do?

Kal'tsit : Retrieve the Arts prototype plans in your embrace. Assuming no mishaps, there should also still be an Originium crystal sample in there.

Elliot : Ngh...!

Kal'tsit : This will only delay the outbreak of war, but it will give us enough time. Enough to afford a few of my colleagues in Columbia the chance to try and change course.
You hardly even know what that case could unleash.

Elliot : You can't! What kind of sick joke?! This is everything the Institute worked for!

Kal'tsit : Whether you trust me or not, I know full well just how important, how weighty, results paid for with countless lives are to a theoretical scientist.
But I also know, if this thing termed an "Advanced Originium-Powered Arts Conversion Device" is given different application, the sheer harm it can bring about.

Elliot : Ugh...

Kal'tsit : Many were aware of this. Naturally, this included your teacher.

Elliot : Y-You don't mean to say Teacher knew we were doing wrong?!
How dare you suggest–

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 3>

Professor Thorne : So this is Sargon! Ah, a time-old charm of a country... look around here, at the heart of the wild-grown desert, no dependence on nomadic cities, still so full of life!

Elliot : It is, Teacher.

Professor Thorne : Hm? Elliot, your mind's wandering. Come here, let me brush that gravel off your head.

Elliot : Ah... th-thank you, Teacher.
Teacher, if you were this caring of the women who tried to woo you, I don't think your family would urge you so hard to get married.

Professor Thorne : Haha. Don't poke your teacher where it hurts, or else you'll be assigned to double next month's experiments.

Elliot : Ugh...

Professor Thorne : ......

Elliot : Teacher?

Professor Thorne : Ah, not much, just something that popped into my head. The mountain range at the end of the barrenlands, and the rainforest on the other side, must both be bursting with life too in their own ways, totally unlike the barrens we're in.
In that rainforest... could there reside people just as unlike those here? What kind of life do they lead, then? How does it fare?

Elliot : The rainforest? Why all the sudden thought, Teacher?

Professor Thorne : ......
Elliot. We believe our undertakings are for the benefit of ever more of humanity, for those still without the blessings of Originium technology.
But at times, the fruits of our research may not be implemented as we intended. Perhaps from the start, we choose a path wrong, excessively wrong, and when we realize it, we are powerless to redeem.

Elliot : Huh?

Professor Thorne : Haha. Just supposing, provided a day like that dawned–
–We'd have to try and stop this all in its tracks.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

Elliot : ––
Mr... Thorne, he...
I... No, it can't be, he was deceived... he...

Kal'tsit : Thorne's research had been rigged from the start.
The capital bounced around to land in his hands, disguised as an exciting investment in the new energy market, perfectly unscrupulous, giving nobody any doubts.
I'd warned him before. But perhaps the experiments' success and advancement made him put his own misgivings aside.

Elliot : ––

Kal'tsit : No one is perfect, Elliot, but your labors will not become a catalyst of conflict and death. I came here to ensure that, and I need your assistance.
Right. You have five minutes to gather your thoughts, and then we'll leave.

Elliot : Huh?
You want me to go with you?

Kal'tsit : You'd only die in the barrens otherwise. I won't deny your gift for the mathematical and applied Originium fields, but you don't have even the first idea what vegetation can offer you any moisture content.
I don't want the last young one who knows the truth to senselessly pass away in front of me.
Of course, if you feel your calling is at its end, that you have no need to press onward, I can arrange for your refuge in the Sargon countryside.

Elliot : ......
Just... Just who in the world are you? Why do you speak of everything so... downplayed?

Kal'tsit : I'm presently an Advanced Operations Adviser and Arts Instructor for the Westin Security Company, Columbia... If I have to repeat myself once more to you.
I am Kal'tsit.

<Background black>

Kal'tsit.

<Background 2>

"Sand Soldier" : Kal'tsit. Kal'tsit.
Hm... look at this contract...
What a beautiful signature it is.

She mediated between Columbia and Sargon. She toyed with the lords ameer and mercenaries in the palm of her hand.
She said she came to prevent war, to prevent Sargon's self-destruction–heh, what arresting ambitions.
They weren't her truest thoughts at all. Her preparations, profound, far-reaching, not to be known by anyone else, influenced the fates of many.
And we can scarcely see how long the path she walked was, or where it led.

Operation story: WD-2

Before operation

Summary

In a nameless Ursus village, a mysterious doctor performs emergency surgery on an acute Oripathy sufferer. It is then her past finds her–the relative of a Sarcophagus incident victim, Lillia, wants Kal'tsit to assist with her revenge.

「17 Years Ago
3:09 P.M. \ Clear
Ursus, 147km northwest from the main course of nomadic city Chernobog, village 」

<Background 1>

??? : A hamlet...

Ursine Villager : Quick, quick, the doctor says to get warm water!
Where would we find warm water so easily? Ask Marfa, ask if her family still has any water they boiled this morning.
Emperor above, we beg you, bless our old dedushka...

??? : Excuse me... What's happening here; who's the doctor you mentioned?

Ursine Villager : Oh, you're... who are you?
Where did you come from... your clothes mean you're from the city, right? Sorry, sorry, we're busy aiding someone right now... If you don't mind, come with me this way, at least you'll have a place to sit.

??? : It's okay... I came here to find that doctor, as it happens. What's her name?

Ursine Villager : You... you're not here to...

??? : She's just a shady doctor. Do you have great trust in her?

Ursine Villager : But she... she's all we have who can save our dedushka.[note 1] I beg you, I'm begging you, at least just for now–she's only a doctor here to save us.

??? : I'm not here to seize her. I just have a little business with her.
Could you show me the way?

Ursine Villager : I... I don't know if...

??? : I'm a doctor too. Perhaps I can be of help.

Ursine Villager : Oh, even a burdenbeast would know you're a scholar, seeing your clothes...

??? : You can tell Dr. Kal'tsit something first. Tell her, her student Lillia's here to visit her, and ask her if she needs any assistance or not.

Ursine Villager : Ah, so you know the doctor's name, and you're Lillia, is that right? Good, good, truly a wonderful name. Wait there for a moment, I'll go right now.
Ay, hey! Don't forget to ask Marfa, bring warm water over!

Lillia : ......

<Background 2>

Patient : Ugh, ughah...

Kal'tsit : Grit your teeth, and keep holding on.

Patient : Ugheaaagh–grh–

[Lillia rushes into the house. ]

Lillia : ...Kal'tsit...
......
What's going on here?

Kal'tsit : Attacked by a wild beast. This is just emergency treatment.
Knife.

Ursine Villager : Ah, er... where–where was it... I can't find...

Lillia : Here. Hand.

Kal'tsit : ......

Lillia : An Infected creature?

Kal'tsit : Correct.

Lillia : Any risk of Infection?

Kal'tsit : Most Infected creatures are cleaner than people imagine. By the toothmarks, a tuskbeast roaming the vicinity.

Lillia : But if it's come into contact with active Originium...

Kal'tsit : Infected creatures may have methods to coexist with pathogens, but humans do not.
The situation is severe. This is not Originium infection alone. Additional necrosis symptoms are present.

Patient : Hurts... so much...

Kal'tsit : Calm down, now. Deep breaths.

Patient : Hphhh–haaah–hphhh–

Lillia : Difficulty breathing, likely thrombosis. All symptomatic of acute Oripathy.

Ursine Villager : But–But doesn't Oripathy make crystals grow out of your skin?! Our dedushka's fine, see, isn't he?!

Lillia : In certain circumstances, the source of infection ends up rapidly circulating through the blood, and won't present visible Originium crystals like regular cases of Oripathy do. Infection symptoms intensify within a short time, very quickly.
If we don't suppress it via drugs... mm.

Ursine Villager : Emperor above, Emperor above...

Lillia : ......

Kal'tsit : You've learned a lot.
Syringes are... inside the gray medical kit.

Lillia : Here... You carried a suppressant like this with you?

Kal'tsit : There's always times of need.

Patient : Wait... *cough* *cough* Do–Doctor... is this–expensive?

Ursine Villager : Thinking about that at a time like this?!

Kal'tsit : It's affordable. You have no need to worry. Our top priority right now is suppressing your acute Oripathic responses, and prevent an Originium crystal dust outburst.
You don't want the others in the village to suffer because of you, correct?

Patient : Ugh!

Kal'tsit : Steady breaths. Relax.
You'll be fine.

Patient : Ngh, alright...
Hfff–haaah–
Urgh... hff... do–doctor... I don't want to... become Inf... *cough* *cough*... Infected...

Kal'tsit : I'm very sorry.

Patient : I... *sob*... I... *cough* *cough*... *cough* *hack* *cough*...

Lillia : Suffocation. We don't have a respirator...

Kal'tsit : We have nothing here, but that doesn't mean we can do nothing. Bring the inhaler over.

Ursine Villager : Doctor! Doctor! I'm begging you, save this dedushka of ours, damn it!

Kal'tsit : The moment Originium dust permeated his wounds, it was inevitable he'd become an Infected, and all I can do is strive to extend his life.

Patient : Hck, *cough*, *hack* *cough* *cough*–huff, hahh–

Lillia : Has the suppressant still not taken effect?!

Kal'tsit : Considering the patient's age, the suppressant itself was a tremendous risk. Hold your nerve.

Patient : ...hah... hah...

Lillia : Breathing has stabilized some...

Ursine Villager : Is he better now? Is his sickness gone?

Lillia : In terms of his acute symptoms, possibly. But if you mean his Oripathy, we can do nothing. No one can do anything.

Ursine Villager : How could this... Then if the man from the Patrol Unit comes by...

Patient : Then just–Then just give me... give me up! I only had so long left anyway... Infected? Fine, so be it... Just as long as you don't let the eggheads in here to run their mouths...

Ursine Villager : No! We wouldn't, we wouldn't, we just have to hide you. We won't let anyone find you. We'll all hide you safely.
Doctor, thank you so much, doctor, things might not have turned out best, but we... well, we don't have much to repay you with either...

Kal'tsit : This is merely a doctor's duty. The path ahead of becoming an Infected... is what you truly need to consider. I'm very sorry, that circumstances couldn't permit me to do more.

Lillia : Suppressant is effective, but wounds are still infected. It may lead to worsening of thrombosis... We may have to operate and excise...

Kal'tsit : Your judgment is correct. Good sir. Please bear with this.

Patient : Agh–alright... alright... eaaargh, ungh–!

<Background 3>

Kal'tsit : Sorry about that, Lillia.

Lillia : Long time no see, Director Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : Long time no see. Let's walk and talk.
Perhaps... you're not enthused about conversing with me like this after that bloodbath, but from the bottom of my heart, I'm glad you're still alive.

Lillia : So after that, you hid here the whole time?
From the hill over there, you can see out to Chernobog's skyscrapers. If it were me, I wouldn't opt to shelter so near a cityway.

Kal'tsit : I'm only stopping over for the moment, nothing more.

Lillia : What... What have you been doing, ever since?

Kal'tsit : I don't wish for the hate between you to continue flowing unabated. In particular, it's a hatred that will not only cause one to find their own ruin, but will strongly attract direct reprisal from those murderers.

Lillia : You're telling me all this on purpose, aren't you?

Kal'tsit : I won't deny that, Lillia. But...

Ursine Villager : Dr. Kal'tsit, you're leaving?
Ah, it's...

Kal'tsit : My student. No alarm, she came to pick me up.

Ursine Villager : Ah, I see, then... But, well, pick you up?
Oh, Emperor above... You're going after all then?

Lillia : ......

Ursine Villager : If you're going, please tell us! You cured my daughter, so at least let us send you off properly!

Kal'tsit : I will.

Ursine Villager : Ah, alright, alright, then we'll leave you two alone. You have to tell us before you go, please, Dr. Kal'tsit... don't forget.

[The villager sends off Kal'tsit and Lillia. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Lillia : The people here seem to like you.

Kal'tsit : They've shown enough goodwill already. I've merely done my work as a doctor.

Lillia : They're the ones who live true Ursus lives. We've spent so long in the Research Institute, there's plenty we've forgotten.

Kal'tsit : Even positioning themselves near a cityway couldn't bring them opportunity, nor prosperity.
Precisely the opposite. A tyrant official with subordinate power took hold there, exploiting the poor folk to offer the Patrol Unit yet more convenient soil.
So they can't even find one run-of-the-mill doctor graduated from medical school. And one run-of-the-mill flu strain could kill a tender young girl.

Lillia : Your horizons are vast. Yes, they've always been... You'd still treat a flu for someone? I thought...

Kal'tsit : You thought I was a scientist who gesticulated at papers and data.

Lillia : To be honest, you're more a doctor than I even imagined.

Kal'tsit : Perhaps I always was a doctor. What changes is only the treatment subject and the locus to contend with.

Lillia : It's why your students put so much faith in you.

Kal'tsit : Lillia.
How's your daughter?

Lillia : I left her with a friend of mine. She has no connection to all this whatsoever.
You know... how young she is. She doesn't even speak yet. She hasn't begun to walk...
And I left behind my child just like that.

Kal'tsit : You could've chosen not to do this. If you wanted Louisa to live on, identity concealed–

Lillia : You should know what I think, Director Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : I just want to try and stop you. But if not even your daughter can stall your step, perhaps my words won't reach you either.

Lillia : That's right. I'm quite clear about that.

<Background 1>

Lillia : Winter's so cold this year.
Vampilov's father went mad from his son's death. He kept fowlbeasts penned in a loft by the lake, and every day would fantasize for a while he was going hunting with his son.
Ilia's child, Lyudmila, she's still young, but already comprehends certain, irreversible things. Nobody even knows how she's doing nowadays.
And Romanovich, too. His family sold off their whole estate, and left that city. Even if his brothers never believed in any accident, there were people to shut them up.

Kal'tsit : ......

Lillia : And for even more. The police announced it was an accident down to the finest thing.
In that "list of accidental casualties," not a single person had left Chernobog's research institute. An experimental accident leading to a chain reaction, and reported identities of bodies provided by the military.
But a kind of intuition tells me... some are alive.

Kal'tsit : Intuition?

Lillia : Because afterwards, all relatives of the victims, more or less, received anonymous aid–as well as a warning.
I don't think that spineless, incompetent Count Boris, nor Sergei, that traitor, would have any mercy in them. So, someone else who knows what happened has to have survived.
But it took until today, three years later, before I found you, Director Kal'tsit. It took until today. You hid so well, you even fooled the Secret Police's eyes...

Kal'tsit : They rely too much on Ursus's latest technology for criminal investigation. It actually created an opening for me.

Lillia : Of course... you're a hailed genius. An incomparable research leader. That's why everyone embraces you so.

Kal'tsit : –Please tell me, Lillia. How many people signed on to your plan?

Lillia : Six or seven. Maybe even more; we don't dare meet together in public. We might be caught, used for leverage.
That includes me. All lost things in that "accident" they can never have back.

Kal'tsit : When did you start plotting all of this?

Lillia : ......
From the moment I found out the Fourth Army's lackeys fired the first bolt in the Research Institute, mercilessly shredding the father of my children's throat. From that moment, I started.

Kal'tsit : Lillia...

Lillia : Don't take me as a brave fool. Even if my health gives me so little time to work with you all... I've still accomplished one thing or another. Such as–

Kal'tsit : You found the whereabouts of Grand Duke Vanya. The Pine Valley Retreat, situated beyond any nomadic city.

Lillia : Oh...

Kal'tsit : And this former Fourth Army staff officer was also highly likely to be a Grand Duke of Ursus actualizing the Sarcophagus incident, perhaps right in the frailest, weakest position of his endlessly long campaign career.
You want to conduct an assassination, Lillia, but this act of vengeance can still be considered "bravely foolish."

Lillia : ...Heh.
I can finally see why my husband... why that Astrov looked up to you so.

Kal'tsit : But you must know, Lillia, assassinating an old Grand Duke will have no significance at all.
Maybe from the start, Vanya, the man so decrepit he needs cardiac stimulant injections when he gives speeches, was not the real murderer.

Lillia : I know, Kal'tsit, I know...
But do you really think when I entrusted Louisa to someone else, it was just for a rational ending, a so-called fair trial? As if you can't guess, Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : Blind revenge will only cause you to lack foresight.

Lillia : Kal'tsit, Kal'tsit. Perhaps you couldn't understand.
Louisa never even learned to say "papa."

<Background 4>

Kal'tsit : You can sit.

Lillia : How long have you spent in here?

Kal'tsit : Not worth mentioning. Lillia. You look awful. You need to rest.
How did you find me?

Lillia : Just sheer chance... if not for sheer chance, perhaps I'd have never learned you were still alive.
Lyudmila.
We didn't want our children coming to too much harm, so at first, we planned to look for Lyudmila.
But then, we learned from Lyudmila's housekeeper that someone was sustaining contact with them, aiding them. Someone anonymous, but she seemed to know it all, inside and out.
The same anonym had even set up a way for her to leave Ursus.
It was then I was sure that some were still alive. And to my knowledge, very few could accomplish something like that.

Kal'tsit : Have some tea.

Lillia : Here I imagined you'd be itching to ask about my business at the Retreat.

Kal'tsit : Lillia, I imagine the one who's really itching here is you.

Lillia : And you knew all along exactly where Vanya was... you're really just going to sit on the sidelines? You should know all the secrets he's holding onto!

Kal'tsit : The true secrets have already been sealed for eternity in that research institute, thanks to Ilia's perseverance. Even now, the Army haven't been able to find a single scrap of the gains they were drooling for.
And Grand Duke Vanya is incurably ill. He'll recuperate at Pine Valley every winter. Provided you have any way to sneak into a so-called high-class salon even once, it's not hard to come by the information.

Lillia : He even brags all over about how the retreat is so beautiful and vast.

Kal'tsit : Correct. There is no shortage of Ursus soldiers with outstanding service there, and of course, bureaucrats and nobles too.
Infiltrating it and assassinating a Grand Duke would be as absurd as you, in Chernobog, charging into Count Boris's house with a knife, slitting his throat open and then escaping again untouched.

Lillia : You're right. But for those "bureaucrats and nobles," security in there is still weak enough to make people restless.

Kal'tsit : I won't deny that. But how do you know that's not a signal, one that Grand Duke Vanya is no longer an important figure, or that...

Lillia : Or that his fate has already been set by certain people? I've told you, Kal'tsit, what I want isn't a fair trial. To make it clear, what I long for is a lynching.

Kal'tsit : ......

Lillia : Now's not the time to discuss justice or morality, Kal'tsit. Only those who can rest easy at night enjoy using "objectivity" as a shield.
Whether Grand Duke Vanya is censured by the military or the Emperor, becomes a scapegoat, stands the wrong side in political conflict, suffers banishment, is stowed away by the Army...
–No matter what, even if he dies miserably in the end at the gallows, what business is that of mine?
It was him who pushed for all of Chernobog to sink into deeper ruin, and all I know is he should pay the price. He should pay the price to us! He's the murderer who killed my child's father!
Kal'tsit!

Kal'tsit : I'm listening...

Lillia : I've already figured out how to infiltrate the retreat... but I also need to admit, even if the security there is suspiciously weak, that doesn't mean any of us can pull this off smoothly.
I've found a breach. Someone who's been in charge of security at that noble's sanatorium for thirty-plus years, but hasn't had the guts to make much side-money off it for fear of the nobles.
I... prepared a huge sum, with my colleagues' help. That complete life failure, who we all saw could retire any day, caved in instantly.
We spent immense effort to gain his trust. I was simply the daughter of a country upstart, only wanting to intern at the retreat to get close with some noble or officer.
But...

Kal'tsit : You want me to help you.

Lillia : Yes. Forging any identity has risks no matter what, but to my mind, the retreat and the information agency wouldn't be that tied up, so–
If even the Secret Police are fooled into thinking you're dead–
–then death will be your open road.

<Background black>

In 1080, the Sarcophagus Incident's surviving scientist, Sergei, established a brand-new research institute.
The same year, Count Boris vastly expanded Chernobog's industrial region. The Fourth Army's Messengers, for the first time in history, found the Count's door was closed to them there.
Lyudmila was still young, and Louisa was but one amongst countless children, so Kal'tsit thought. She could comprehend that Lillia, as a mother, had complex, cruel expectations of these children.
And after the Chernobog Core City's engine underwent its umpteenth major maintenance, it still turned with a rumble.

After operation

Summary

Kal'tsit and Lillia have infiltrated the Pine Valley Retreat for some time now. While searching for an opportunity to get close to the Grand Duke, Kal'tsit seems to notice something a little unusual.

「17 Years Ago
1:37 P.M. \ Clear
Central Ursus, Pine Valley Retreat, Dining Hall 」

<Background 5>

[Kal'tsit, who are disguised as a maid, brings a coffee to a patron. ]

Kal'tsit : Sir, your coffee.

Veteran-Like Person : –Are you new?

Kal'tsit : I am, sir.

Veteran-Like Person : Then ask around about how I take my coffee. Bring it to me again once you let it cool!
You damned Feline–eugh, a Feline! You disgusting wretch! I didn't go to war to have a Feline take care of me!
Get out of my sight!

[The veteran throws the coffee glass to the floor, shattering it. ]

Kal'tsit : My utmost apologies, sir, this is my oversight.
Please don't tell the head caretaker. I'll prepare it again for you right away...

Veteran-Like Person : Hmph! If you don't want to lose your job, you have three minutes to do it over, properly.
Also... is something wrong with your eyes? If you don't know how to smile, I'll tear that face of yours off.

Kal'tsit : Please don't... I'm very sorry to displease you. I'll go and redo it right now.

Veteran-Like Person : Peh. Servants these days. Is a nice figure all they have to offer?

Kal'tsit : I am very sorry, sir. Please do not get angry.
It would be highly detrimental to your condition.

Ursus Officer : Out of the way!

Kal'tsit : Yes, yes. Very sorry.

<Background 6>

Kal'tsit : ......

Elderly Caretaker : Miss? Hey, Miss!

Kal'tsit : Are you referring to me?

Elderly Caretaker : Yeah, that's right. Miss, I saw the whole thing just now. Don't you lose heart.
That's a Patrol Unit head... you know, you could say, people like that have no right coming to the retreat.

Kal'tsit : He certainly isn't a noble... Does he not worry about offending others, acting so tyrannically?

Elderly Caretaker : They say some count's very fond of him... ah, and not just that. Coming here for his "battlefield condition?" I heard that's hokum. Bet he hasn't stepped foot on a battlefield in his life.
I heard he helped the count do some dirty work, and got sent here so he could keep his head down. With a supporter like that, and with people like us, of course he lets all hell's bells loose.

Kal'tsit : ...A count...
I never imagined a scoundrel like that could climb high enough to befriend a count.

Elderly Caretaker : That's how it is! Who knows when one day he'll be made some lord of somewhere! Dressed all clean and fine and sitting behind some enormous desk... agh.
Anyway, don't you get angry. Piss off people like that, and you'll wish it was an Originium Slug stuck to you instead. What on Terra is a fine young girl like you even doing, working out here...
Never tell anyone I told you this, and don't go asking about, or else you'll get burnt!

Kal'tsit : Yes... I understand. Thank you.

Elderly Caretaker : Ack. The next you see him, stay away a little. Heaven knows what he'll do to you–ah, is that the new doctor?

[Lillia walks to Kal'tsit. ]

Lillia : Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : Doctor.

Elderly Caretaker : Oh, oh, so you know each other... then I'll get out of your way. Definitely not break time, after all. Take care, and don't let the head caretaker see you.

Kal'tsit : ......

Lillia : She cares a lot about us newcomers. She's a good one.

Kal'tsit : You're right, Dr. Louisa. We cannot let her down.

Lillia : Will you still be busy with work in a bit? There's some things I'd like to tell you.

Kal'tsit : Apologies, doctor... I still need to brew a new cup of coffee. If that count's pet doesn't continue to pick bones with me, I'll find you right after.

Lillia : Alright, then... remember to be careful, Kal'tsit.

<Background 7>

[Kal'tsit and Lillia walks through the terrace. ]

Kal'tsit : Dr. Louisa.

Lillia : It's just us two right now, Kal'tsit. You should be using an alias.

Kal'tsit : "Louisa." Borrowing your daughter's name. A disguise of that level is purely for humiliating the Secret Police.
In their eyes, I am already dead. And after this incident, I'll leave Ursus, and may not be able to return for a very long time.
Nobody will know the Grand Duke's death was a murder. The next time they come to the Grand Duke's side, they will only discover that in his old age, his breathing stopped.

Lillia : Will Ursus technology not be enough to analyze the poison you've made?

Kal'tsit : At present, I assure you this exceeds their understanding of what a "poison" is.

Lillia : For how many years can your knowledge stay ahead of Ursus? Director?

Kal'tsit : The Empire's progress has already surpassed what I imagined, but these are not details we need to discuss right now.
Lillia, your hoped-for arbitration can only end in this way.
None of you have the means to seek further revenge; it is unreasonable. Only the paramount Emperor of Ursus would be capable of erasing the Grand Duke's honor, significance, and all else.

Lillia : ...I know...

Kal'tsit : Good. In that case, is this the place?

Lillia : Yes. We have no idea what Grand Duke Vanya is chronically afflicted with.
But I found out from the head caretaker that every afternoon at three, Vanya will leave his own monitoring room, and come here to relax.
He sunbathes here until sunset. When he has the occasional guests, he'll have his dinner right here with them.
There's no way we can get close to the Grand Duke's room, but as for here...

Kal'tsit : We're standing right here.

Lillia : Yes.
But he won't be without bodyguards. The whole corridor will be sealed off when the time comes.
Apart from any guests cleared to be with the Grand Duke, only his medical adviser, as well as the servants, are allowed to enter this area.

Kal'tsit : Even so, the Ursus nobles won't permit the workers to come to this balcony freely.
We've already waited for long enough. The longer we spend, the riskier this gets.

Lillia : I understand. There has to be some gap, there has to be an opening... the Grand Duke's medical advisers work in shifts, so it might be me before we know it. Today, or perhaps tomorrow.

Kal'tsit : ...
Lillia, tell me the truth.
After the Grand Duke dies, what will you do?

Lillia : Why ask this now? We should be focusing on what's before us–

Kal'tsit : I'm hoping you can answer me with reality.

Lillia : ......
Before we reached Pine Valley, I received one final letter from Vampilov's family.
Sergei is still diligently serving Boris, and the city... has changed course. Perhaps this is the start of something changing.
They killed so many people... yet their conscience is still so clear. They rest so easily...

Kal'tsit : You found out about Sergei's betrayal.

Lillia : But no excuse can bring back the dead.
Sergei can't offer any further scientific assistance. Perhaps in a few years, they'll formally call a halt to the project. And then? I just sit back and watch Sergei and Boris continue to collude, to trample over everything?

Kal'tsit : Though Grand Duke Vanya will be dead, you don't plan to stop.

Lillia : There's no way I can pardon Sergei. The first time I met him, Astrov was drunk, hugging me so excited, telling me all about how he had such upstanding, excellent colleagues.
He looked forward to this project like no one else, and I supported him. I supported him with all I could.
Even up to now.

Kal'tsit : ......

Lillia : Director Kal'tsit, you know everything, don't you?
If you won't speak up, I'll return to Chernobog. I'll settle things once and for all.
Vampilov's family have an escape route to Sami ready for me, but maybe, I wouldn't get the chance to hitchhike with any Messengers. And you...

Kal'tsit : I do plan to.

Lillia : Heh... of course.
I'm very well aware, I'm setting myself alight. So... Kal'tsit, no matter whether you plan to confess all the facts to me or not, at the very least there's one tiny thing I want you to agree to.
I know I'm doing something insane right now, and I know maybe you're the one in the right. But right now, I only have one request. Look after my daughter. Look after Louisa.
The next generation doesn't need to inherit the hassle of hatred... Even if nobody can escape this cycle in the end, at least promise me, Kal'tsit. Look after her. If you can, please look after Lyudmila too...

Caretaker's Voice : Dr. Louisa? Dr. Louisa, where are you?

Lillia : Here! Please wait one moment!
Kal'tsit... I...

Kal'tsit : I promise you.
This is simply a mother's final wish. I will see Louisa grow up.

Lillia : Thank you.
Astrov–the last time he held little Louisa's hand, he told me something, half-jokingly.
He said, he hoped little Louisa would become a medical researcher just like me, and when Louisa was old enough to go to school, he hoped you'd be her very first teacher.

Kal'tsit : I see...

Lillia : Those were the very last words he said to his daughter before he suddenly went to the Institute that night.

<Background 6>

Elderly Caretaker : Oh, doctor, here you are! Perfect, if you were any later, the head caretaker would've gone ballistic.
Hm? Doctor, what's got your eyes all red? Did something happen?

Lillia : Nothing. What's the matter?

Elderly Caretaker : It's time to make rounds.

Lillia : I wasn't even paying attention... right, I understand.
Is there some kind of commotion over there?

Elderly Caretaker : Yes, seems an old nobleman's come from far off. Don't know for what.
As long as the days go by smooth, that's what matters.

<Background 5>

Lillia : Hello–
Excuse me, we're currently making rounds... It seems you weren't on the list of scheduled visitors. Can I ask who you are?

??? : Just an Ursus citizen here on a whim, looking to meet an old friend. Do carry on, madam.
I hope I don't bother any of you in your work.

Veteran-Like Person : Witte, are you off?

??? : No, old friend, I'll see you again in a bit. You should be more mindful of your health, with winter here. Don't set off that asthma of yours.
As you were, madam. I'll be waiting in the hall.

[The Ursus nobleman is about to leave... ]

Lillia : (He's...)

[...just as an officer enters. ]

Ursus Officer : Minister Witte!

??? : Do watch out.

Ursus Officer : Ah, I, sorry...
The Grand Duke didn't know you were visiting. It's our negligence on the job to blame. As a token of apology, the Grand Duke would like you to have dinner with him.
We hope you understand, the Grand Duke is ill, and if not for that, he would've greeted you himself...

Lillia : ......!

Veteran-Like Person : Huff.

Lillia : Ah, I'm sorry, I'm greatly sorry...

Ursus Officer : What's wrong with you! In the presence of the Minister–

Veteran-Like Person : Oh, nothing, just some alcohol spilled on the bedsheets.

??? : Calm down. Madam, what happened?

Lillia : I'm sorry, the cap on the isopropyl bottle was too tight, and I applied too much force...

??? : You could've just asked someone else to help.

Lillia : Sorry, so sorry, I'll go and fetch a towel right now...

<Background Lillia rushes off.>

??? : Poor her.
As for the Grand Duke's invitation, I do regret that my Messenger is still waiting for me, and I can't stay so long.
Do pass a message on to Vanya. Tell him to rest up with peace of mind here. Though he should remember, also, that this is a meritorious place for those Our Majesty gives favor, and not another social hub for the nobility to mingle in.

Ursus Officer : Ah... got it, got it... if you could just hold on... the Grand Duke will be very sad to hear.

??? : This is official business. If I have to choose between Our Majesty and the Grand Duke, I'm forced to wrong the Grand Duke Vanya.

Ursus Officer : Ergh...! You should've spoke sooner! If that's so, the Grand Duke will surely empathize with you.
May your road be evergreen.

??? : Send him my regards.

<Background 6>

Kal'tsit : Dr. Louisa, what's wrong...?

Lillia : Kal'tsit, who is he?

Kal'tsit : Viscount Islam Witte.

Lillia : You recognize him...?

Kal'tsit : Ursus's new Minister of Finance, a fresh noble with deep favor from the Emperor.

Lillia : He...

Kal'tsit : It's alright, Dr. Louisa.
I have only surface knowledge of his character, and don't know specifically how he made his fortune. But what I do know is, he's a present pillar who the Emperor of Ursus has personally assisted.
And young elites like him can only have their sights set on the whole of Ursus. To the waves of crisis crashing against the Empire, the crises of Chernobog are mere tiny ripples.
Even a Grand Duke of Ursus–
–Hold on... hold on.
The Minister of Finance came to Pine Valley, yet has no armed entourage?

Lillia : Oh... I don't think so.

Kal'tsit : ......

Notes

Cyrillic: де́душка; "Grandfather" in Russian, but here it means "old man"

Operation story: WD-3

Before operation

Summary

Thirteen years ago, in the County of Toron, Victoria, Count Vincent is in front of his manor welcoming his guests to a dinner party. The young Heidi wants to slip in unnoticed, but is caught red-handed by the Count.

「13 Years Ago
8:09 P.M. \ Heavy snow
Victoria Border Autonomous Region, County of Toron, Vincent Manor 」

<Background 1>

Count Vincent : What a splendid blizzard eve! Ladies and gentlemen, welcome, welcome, please come in. Allow the servants to brush the snow off your tops, and thaw yourselves by the brazier.

Finely-Dressed Merchant : A good evening to you, Count. Truly a magnificent soirée, this is.

Count Vincent : Welcome, welcome, Lady Diana. To meet you on the eve of the New Year is my honor entirely.

Finely-Dressed Merchant : Nonsense. Now take a look, Count. I've a present for you, all the way from Kazimierz.

Count Vincent : What a beautiful pendant! My greatest thanks, Lady Diana, and send my well-wishes to your husband. Now, hurry along inside, we can't have the snow burying your gorgeous looks.

Finely-Dressed Merchant : Hah! You speak as fine a line as ever.

Count Vincent : Oh-ho, look who's here! If it isn't our "Baron of Rye!"

Courteous Nobleman : I could never shoulder a title as hefty as Baron, but here I am anyway, the pure nerve!

Count Vincent : See what you're saying! We all respect you from the bottom of our hearts. Who spurns the man who feeds his people well, now? Ha ha ha!

Courteous Nobleman : Ah, you're quite right. Once harvest comes next year, I'd be honored if you visit my humble home. The tallest windmills in Toron, the scent of flour everywhere. A stay sure to enchant you, if I do say so myself.

Count Vincent : Quite good! This blizzard shall pass, and next year will come trotting in right behind it with fine, fine harvests.

Courteous Nobleman : My gratitude for your kind words.

Count Vincent : Head in and warm yourself up, now. We're serving the spiced bread you so love tonight–of course, baked with most exquisite, fragrant flour, all sourced from your farms.

Courteous Nobleman : How about you? Won't you come in? It's almost time... Let your good servants welcome the remaining guests.

Count Vincent : Perhaps you speak sense, but no matter. I like to greet my invitees personally. They're all the most adorable people, whether noble or merchant, cleric or soldier.
Toron is a fine, fine place, isn't it?

Courteous Nobleman : Why, you character, you...

Count Vincent : Now, let me see, we still have the Mister and Misses Arizona, that admirable lighthouse operator, and... hm?
E-hem.
I'd heard from my most venerable fellow student, that gifted orator Thomson, that he had recently taken ill, and I couldn't brook the thought of him facing a blizzard for a banquet. Hence my specifically sending for a Messenger, to send him my well-wishes–
And yet, imagine my surprise to see–what seems to be a sneaky darling of a Messenger right here!
Here-here!

??? : Eek!

Count Vincent : Ah-ha, Mistress Heidi, how long since we last met?

Heidi : Uncle Vincent, don't ruffle up my hair! I had to spend so long making it!

Count Vincent : Fine, fine. Ah, little Heidi, you've grown so much. What a dashing lady you are now.
However! Your father never sent word you'd be arriving today. Be candid with your uncle now, have you come on the sly?
And I say, you're still quite young. If your father saw your dress tonight, you'd be in for the nag, wouldn't you?

Heidi : Uncle! I'd hate him nagging at me. That's why I slipped off in the first place!
I heard you called out a gallery of VIPs and bright minds tonight, and I couldn't help my curiosity. Not to mention, my papa always wants me to broaden my scope, get out beyond the classroom, and isn't this the finest opportunity!

Count Vincent : And you swear you're not here to see the boys, hoping for a chance meeting? You know, your father's told me, you've been absorbed in all those tawdry romance novels lately, and it's been worrying him so.

Heidi : How–How–How could I? I'm not such a naive girl now, ah ha ha, ha ha.

Count Vincent : Your father worded it very well. Romanticism is all and well, but writing aiming to be consumed, pulling wool over the truths of life, so as to curry favor with readers and wring the last drop of worth from its material; there's nothing of value in it.
In that regard, all of Toron ought to be learning from your father.

Heidi : Ahem, Uncle, let's drop the subject now. I feel embarrassed hearing this...
And honestly, my papa. Telling people off left and right when he was young, and in the end he made himself a businessman, made himself a huge fortune... The old guard in the association constantly joke about him. It drives me mad.

Count Vincent : Some things up Life's sleeve you just can't refuse. Oh, well, imagine Thomson did it for you two ladies. Back when he was younger, he'd find any chance to grumble about his unrecognized talent to me. How's his health been lately?

Heidi : Just his chronic pains. Once winter's gone, he'll be live and well as ever.

Count Vincent : So you availed yourself while your parents couldn't watch you, made off with your mother's clothes, and came to join the festivities?

Heidi : Right–ah, no, I came on educational purposes, just as my father guided me.

Count Vincent : Heidi...

Heidi : Heh heh. How about you just never saw me?

Count Vincent : You've been quite too headstrong this time. Look at this awful snow today. Just suppose something had happened to you on the way, how would I ever explain to your father?

Heidi : Ha, ha ha... well! Uncle, you see, it's so late now anyway. I can't just find a car and head back now, can I?

Count Vincent : Oh, dear, child. Quick, in. Don't you freeze now.

Heidi : Hooray! You're the best, Uncle!
Er... but who are you still waiting for? Is there still some guest noble enough to wait like a snowman at the door?

Count Vincent : Quite. An outstanding Laterano cleric.
Last year, your aunt caught some illness unawares, had a fever that wouldn't abate, and it's thanks to that cleric that it vanished.
We struck up concord afterwards, and I paid frequent visits. This cleric's not just fine with medicine, but has original views on all walks of life. Truly a mind-opener.

Heidi : Huh... Well, if you vouch for them like this, they must be really incredible, right?

Count Vincent : But of course. If a person of those talents could swear loyalty to the Vincent family, it'd bring a deal of vigor to building the local land.
I even had every intent to invite that cleric along as a friend on my journey to Londinium, and your aunt would've appreciated the diversion, but would you know our rotten luck? Out on business.
So today, mark my words, I'll be introducing this insightful scholar to one and all.

Heidi : Uncle... is that Laterano cleric–a gentleman by any chance? A refined, mannerly Sankta, maybe? On the older side, or?

Count Vincent : There it is, you little scamp! Swearing your pure intentions, even!

Heidi : Just asking!

Count Vincent : Don't get too excited. She's a meritorious woman. And she isn't a Sankta. Very rare to see, but all suggests she's a Feline cleric. I truly do appreciate people like her.

Heidi : Ahem...!

Heidi : U–Uncle, I didn't hear any of that, and I won't breathe a word to Auntie, you can cross my heart.

Count Vincent : And what silly ideas have you gotten! I really ought to make Thomson give you a proper word or three!

[Kal'tsit, wearing a formal dress, shows up before Count Vincent and Heidi. ]

Kal'tsit : My apologies, Sir Vincent.
Might I have arrived late?

Heidi : ––––

After operation

Summary

At the dinner party, the nobles chatter cheerfully. Heidi, unable to join in the conversation, takes every opportunity to talk with Kal'tsit, and creates a chance to be alone with her–in fact, this young child has a special assignment.

<Background 1>

[Vincent welcomes Kal'tsit to his manor. ]

Count Vincent : Ah, Cleric Kal'tsit, you're finally here. Er, your mode of dress...

Kal'tsit : I was deeply honored by your invitation, but with sudden matters to attend to, the monastery could not prepare suitable evening attire for me. They found only this outfit buried in the storeroom. I hope you shan't mind.

Count Vincent : Oh, quite naturally, I shan't. I'd go so far as to say your attire is utterly... utterly, formidably gallant.
Heidi, you don't just stand there. Here, this is Cleric Kal'tsit. Give her a greeting, and then hurry inside quickly.

Heidi : ––––

Count Vincent : Heidi?

Kal'tsit : Miss Heidi, it's good to meet you.

Heidi : Ah–er–uh, th–um, I'm Heidi–

Kal'tsit : I know it already. An adorable name.

Heidi : –So you're–Cleric Kal'tsit, is that right? I often hear my uncle mention you.

Kal'tsit : The pleasure is mine.

Heidi : ––

Count Vincent : Cleric Kal'tsit, I imagine you know of Mr. Thomson too? Quite, this is Heidi Thomson before you, that strange fellow's daughter.

Kal'tsit : I see. Your father is a person worthy of respect.

Count Vincent : Right, then, do come in, Cleric.

Kal'tsit : Thank you again for your generosity, Sir Vincent.

<Background 2>

Merry Noblewoman : Oh, did you know the Count went to Londinium? Have you ever been in that city before?

Tipsy Businessman : Don't remind me! I once had everything packed up ready, and then! A Catastrophe Messenger came trotting along to say: the road ahead's blocked, you all go back.
I was beside myself returning home. Immediately had a great bout of illness.

Merry Noblewoman : Oh, my, how dearly wretched.

Pretentious Man : Is that auspicious poet coming today? I've a few works I wrote in private, and I'd hoped he could do the honor of appraising them.

Tipsy Businessman : Perish the thought! Have you forgotten just how many manuscripts from "thinkers" Thomson's torn up in front of the Count?

Merry Noblewoman : Oh, I remember. Thomson's ruthless. He even said himself, "The clash of ideas ought to be a ruthless thing." Truly frightening, he is.

Tipsy Businessman : It's not a be-all nor end-all to show off.

Merry Noblewoman : My, my, but the charm's all in young men like that, isn't it? Mettle to test, romantic and free.

Pretentious Man : Of course I admit, I once admired Thomson for those qualities. But in front of the Count, Thomson still can't shake off his own deliberate arrogance.

Tipsy Businessman : Deliberate? Thomson?

Pretentious Man : Isn't it obvious? He regards our esteemed Count, after all. Forget just nobility and status; in these last years, the Count's governed his land with perfect order. It's plain for all of us to see.

Tipsy Businessman : Hoh! Toron's not his land in name, mind, it's for all of us to manage, but I'll admit the Count deserves his reputation for leading! I do have to respect the man!

Pretentious Man : And lest we forget, he's had multiple invitations to the gatherings at Londinium. Don't you think our little place–allow me to admit our border situation–deserves some sense of pride?

Tipsy Businessman : Hah, nobles.

Merry Noblewoman : My, let's not make the topic so stiff. We're all people of Victoria, aren't we?

Pretentious Man : Ha! People! Ever since that outrageous hanging, we can barely claim to know whose people we are!

Tipsy Businessman : Simmer down. We all regret Our Majesty's departure, but we can still drink a few toasts here today, you see?

Merry Noblewoman : In other words, today's a happy day. Don't bring up anything so frightful–look, here comes the Count.

[Count Vincent walks to the gossiping nobles' side. ]

Count Vincent : I overheard your conversation. Very intriguing, Richard. I'd much like to take a look at your writings.

Pretentious Man : Oh, poppycock. Good Count, in comparison to you, my little effort pales like a man under a skyscraper.

Merry Noblewoman : That's right, Vincent, hurry and tell us of your trip to Londinium, let us all hear it. Who did you meet? Any Grand Dukes of living legend?

Count Vincent : In due time, everyone, in due time. The night has just begun. Don't forget, today is a day of festival celebration.
Allow me to introduce to you all two special guests of ours.
Cleric Kal'tsit, do come.

[Kal'tsit walks to Count Vincent's side. ]

Kal'tsit : Good evening, honorable guests. Allow me to give my most sincere respects to you all.

Merry Noblewoman : What, now! By your appearance... my, you're a lady? Oh, what a mighty shame...

Tipsy Businessman : I think it's not much of a shame at all. Cleric Kal'tsit, good evening.

Pretentious Man : Oh–oh–Cleric Kal'tsit, I believe I remember the Count speaking of you. I hear you treated his wife, and so garnered his good favor?

Kal'tsit : With regards to the Count's wife, that was no light affair.

Merry Noblewoman : Do tell us about where you're from. Laterano clerics who aren't Sankta are so rare. My, let alone ones so... charming as you.

Tipsy Businessman : Beautiful miss, where do you come from? And where will you go?

Merry Noblewoman : Aren't I the one asking? Don't you interrupt.

Pretentious Man : The Count gives word that you're a pillar of talent. Do you have any inclination for philosophy or the arts? Any unique insights, perhaps?

Kal'tsit : You flatter me. It was only chance I aided the Count's wife. I have the distinction of his recognition, that's all.

Pretentious Man : Oh–if you're familiar with the Count, surely you know Sir Thomson too, then?

Kal'tsit : Of course. Sir Thomson is a rarity of a scholar in Toron. I often hear the Count talk of him.

Pretentious Man : Then things couldn't align better. Servant! Please fetch the wine I brought. I wish to have a proper causerie with the Count and the Cleric!

Merry Noblewoman : Don't you dominate our soirée, you egomaniac. Can't we all just chat about something fun? For example, that fashion walk at Londinium...

Tipsy Businessman : Fine by me. Everyone, just let me rest my legs for a while here. I'll be soaking in the knowledge.

Merry Noblewoman : Now, aren't you a lazy one. Your estate would be doubled by now if not for that!

Tipsy Businessman : Three wineries still isn't enough?
Oh, right, you mentioned you had another guest. I don't know if–

[Heidi joins with Kal'tsit and Count Vincent. ]

Heidi : Good evening, Misters and Misses.

Tipsy Businessman : Heidi! What are you doing here!

Pretentious Man : Little Heidi, you're very prettily dressed today... that bastard Thomson. I fear for all my life, it's children alone where I'll never compare to him.

Count Vincent : Now, now. Heidi isn't even of drinking age. None of you hand her a wine glass. Servants, if you could pour her a cream soda.

Heidi : Don't always treat me like a child, Uncle Vincent.

Count Vincent : But drinking laws are drinking laws. Your father specifically warned me. After all, you're at that age...

Heidi : (Pout...)

Count Vincent : Alright, alright. Strike the cream soda and replace it with ginger ale.

Heidi : I don't need you to coddle me like this!

Tipsy Businessman : Ha ha, little Heidi's eager to grow up.

Merry Noblewoman : It's sad. No father wants to see his daughter grow up this quickly. I was like that at her age too. Only wanted to buy some jewelry, and my father gave me a tongue-lashing for it.

Heidi : Even if you won't let me drink, at least, can I join the dinner party? Let's see... I'll sit right here!

Kal'tsit : It would be my honor, Miss Heidi. Allow me to hold your hat for you.

Heidi : Ah... no–no need, I'll be fine with it on...

Count Vincent : Good, then. Heidi, don't forget that you came here tonight in secret. In a while, you be good and sleep for the night upstairs.

Heidi : Mnngh...

Pretentious Man : You dress very much like your mother, girl.

Merry Noblewoman : But right now–

Heidi : Mnnngh...!!
Cleric Kal'tsit, do you think I'm still a child too?

Kal'tsit : To you, I see no reason why it should matter.
Let me pour your glass for you. Here's your ginger ale.

Heidi : ––––
Th... thank you...

Count Vincent : Is it to your liking?

Heidi : It's actually quite a nice drink.

Merry Noblewoman : Oh, my, there is no alcohol in ginger ale, is there? What's gotten your face red?

Count Vincent : The girl's wary of strangers. It's nothing new.
Come, friends! Seeing as we're all present, let us officially begin!

<Background fades out and in>

Heidi : ......

Pretentious Man : You're most correct! The height of Leithanien's arts capture all hearts alike, but those Leithanians are far too pompous about themselves! What affords them to look down on us!

Merry Noblewoman : Leithanien, oh, Leithanien. They've had too much misfortune... I haven't stopped hearing Witch King stories since I was a baby. Who knows if the Twin Empresses will have managed to sort out that king by the time I visit the place!

Tipsy Businessman : Who would visit knowing the terror of the Witch King...

Kal'tsit : Unlike the monarchs who ascended young, the Witch King became emperor at nearly fifty years of age, and then governed Leithanien for many more.

Pretentious Man : Undoubtedly, the Witch King is the greatest Caster in all our lands. He turned himself into a freak of nature!

Merry Noblewoman : He's just like those horrible stories depicted him. His horns all bent into strange shapes, emitting this strange energy...

Tipsy Businessman : Oh! I've never seen the Witch King shown in a newspaper before–*belch*–Sorry there, this wine's just too fine. But I have seen photos of the Twin Empresses, come to think of it. One gleaming gold, one dark as night.

Heidi : ............

Kal'tsit : Leithanien is in flux. Presumably, the Witch King rarely leaves his tower. From start to finish, he's gazed dispassionately at Leithanien, and even when he grants an audience, it's as he casts a grand shadow from atop his tower.
Yet the last time he touched the ground, he was morphed beyond recognition. His wretchedness, his two horns cut off by the Twin Empresses apiece, drew true sighs of lament.

Pretentious Man : The full picture of that coup d'etat is still unclear to us, but to my knowledge, even our most heroically adored Wanderer would never match the Witch King's true strength.

Kal'tsit : This being why when the Empresses' Voice arrived at Victoria escorted by the knights, the Grand Dukes were all still willing to suspend their quarrels, and treat each other with respect.

Pretentious Man : Pardon? It sounds as though–you've been to Londinium before?

Kal'tsit : I arrived from there. It was a local Sankta's enlightening me that led me on this path.

Count Vincent : Ha-ha, Kal'tsit, didn't I say? These are all wonderful friends of mine. See just how popular you are.

Tipsy Businessman : Truth is, I have a girl about the same age as you. She only knows how to splash my hard-earned money away all the damned day... How nice it'd be if she could learn from you.

Merry Noblewoman : Getting to know you tonight has been a truly wonderful time. Can I ask if you're still single, dear Kal'tsit?

Heidi : Cleric Kal'tsit!

Count Vincent : Oh, Heidi, don't cut in so randomly. You should be heading upstairs to turn in about now.

Kal'tsit : Allow her to speak, Count. In this day and age, children are always much more mature than we imagine.

Count Vincent : Hm.

Heidi : Cleric Kal'tsit... have–can I ask if you've been to Ursus before?

Pretentious Man : Oh, that nation rife with rebellion and violence.

Kal'tsit : When I was studying abroad, I spent some time at Deity Grypherburg. Are you interested in Ursus?

Heidi : Yes!
Papa once gave me a few books to read, by an Ursus author...

Pretentious Man : Ursus only ever produces two kinds of arts: raucous sensationalism, or true eternal greats.

Merry Noblewoman : If Thomson liked it, chances are it was the latter, wasn't it?

Pretentious Man : Hmph. You lot really do trust him.

Heidi : Papa really put him in high esteem. He even wanted to go to Deity Grypherburg himself to visit him, but business always meant he had to put it off, and this year with his old injuries flaring up again, he wasn't able to go.

Kal'tsit : Your father was injured?

Heidi : That's right. He broke his knee, and then put off surgery for too long, so it's not fully treated.

Count Vincent : I warned him. Ah, no idea what happened last year. He came scrabbling back with wounds all over, and all he'd say was he ran into a robber and dropped off a cliff. Wasn't interested in saying much else.

Kal'tsit : Do you want to go to Ursus? Miss Heidi?

Count Vincent : Now that won't do! The death of the last Emperor and the rebellions had a profound effect on the country. Should you want to study there, you'd do well to wait a few years first.

Heidi : I'm just talking about it... What impression do you have of the country?

Kal'tsit : I'll tell you a story.
It's the story of how Ursus's Sixth Army were annihilated, without a trace, by a bottle of vodka.

Pretentious Man : Well, this rumor doesn't sound plausible at all.

Kal'tsit : When any event is boiled down to its cause, its conclusion tends to sound unexpected. We're all used to the process, aren't we?

Pretentious Man : That does make sense.

Kal'tsit : It began with a ruffian from the Army "collecting rent" in one of their garrison regions, and without realizing, he menaced a noble.
That act fermented the whole way through. The Sixth Army then were always considered utterly corrupt, the old nobles' power rooted too deep, while the Fifth Army were unconditionally obedient to the young Emperor and the brand new State Council.
We have no way to know for sure who fired the first shot, but as for the outcome, the Fifth Army ultimately seized the chance to revolt, and in between two cities' paths, started a direct firefight with the Sixth Army.

Count Vincent : The prologue to "The Great Rebellion" comes in many editions. I've definitely heard a few things of the Sixth Army's varied deeds.

Merry Noblewoman : They fought just like that?

Kal'tsit : If it were that simple, then it wouldn't have been dubbed "The Great Rebellion."
Being a border guard outfit, the Fourth Army, with a domain of authority and influence decidedly not in the hinterlands, suddenly switched sides to support the State Council, and proactively declared no relationship to the "traitors" in the Sixth Army.
After the execution of a few prepared scapegoats, the old nobility had only the Sixth and Eighth Armies left in hand.
Come winter the following year, the nobility backing the Eighth Army pulled that same trick, capitulating alike to the Emperor.
And so, the bitter fate of the Sixth Army who had staked it all on one throw, we can well imagine.
And the cause of all of this–very simple, one we all know. Simply a drunk ruffian, taking the vodka bottle he had in hand to attack a young noble.

Count Vincent : A marvelous story, Cleric Kal'tsit, and might I even confirm, this tale is little removed from the reality at all.

Kal'tsit : Heidi, I would not tell you that "this is how Ursus is." Every civilization in this world deserves you seeing it for yourself. They should be appreciated, and have to be reflected upon.

Heidi : ......

Kal'tsit : In that Ursus you admire, what have you seen?
Perhaps the farms and public houses, perhaps the grand heroes, perhaps the highs and lows of life in Deity Grypherburg's opera house. But what I've seen is the Great Rebellion's aftermath, an age on the verge of collapse.

Heidi : Might Victoria have such an age of its own someday?

Kal'tsit : I will not guarantee it either way, Miss Heidi.

Count Vincent : How could it! Here, you little child. Are you afraid now, because of Cleric Kal'tsit's smidgen story of Ursus?
I've no intent to insult the Ursus people, but the Empire of Ursus is unarguably a savage, unreasonable nation.

Heidi : But right now, isn't Londinium just as–

Count Vincent : –Don't even say it. Though it pains us all that it happened, did Victoria waver for even a moment?

Tipsy Businessman : Alright, alright, Count, seeing as the topic's come around, I think it's high time you told us about that trip to Londinium, yes? That's what we're most interested in.

Pretentious Man : What high nobility did you meet?

Count Vincent : I'd be honored to tell. Truth is, on the way, the Duke of Normandy personally invited me to a shindig, together at his flagship...

Pretentious Man : What! And you managed to keep from telling us all the way to today...!

Merry Noblewoman : My, it was the Duke of Normandy himself... He always did detest Leithanians. Did he and the envoys of the Empresses' Voice have a scuffle?

Count Vincent : No, but by his retainer's words, the good Duke never once made eye contact with those gorgeous envoys that evening.

Pretentious Man : Ah-ha, now that's the proper manner of a "Duke."
Ursus's theatrical Grand Dukes might number more in hundreds than tens–alright, maybe not that many, but they are quite unchecked, and if I might add, somewhat incompetent too.

Count Vincent : That's a form of arrogance, but I must say, everyone who's experienced the Londinium manner for themselves would echo the sentiment.
I trust the Duke of Normandy need only rely on his own power to make those Leithanian greed-blinded extremists know their place for a few dozen years. Let alone the fact we've certainly more than a single Duke...

Heidi : ......

Count Vincent : Tuckered out, Heidi?

Heidi : Hm? No... I'm still thinking about what Cleric Kal'tsit said. Could I talk with her alone for a bit?

Pretentious Man : Oh, if we're to talk Londinium without Kal'tsit, it would certainly be much duller.

Kal'tsit : You flatter me.

Count Vincent : Now, no rush. I see the Baron of Rye is calling at me, so I'll need to chit-chat with him now. I assure you, I'll be back shortly to tell the full tale.

[Count Vincent leaves. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Kal'tsit : Does this all bore you? Miss Heidi?

Heidi : Huh? Ah... no, it doesn't, I'm alright.
......
Fine... erm, it's just, I thought we'd talk more about poetry, or the wheat harvest, but it turns out not...

Kal'tsit : Sick of foreign politics?

Heidi : Um, ha ha...

Kal'tsit : It's what tonight's dinner party was meant for.

Heidi : I can see, you also consider it somewhat boring, don't you?
You understand more than anyone, and you can't stand all those people in a giggling gaggle around Uncle Vincent, correct?

Kal'tsit : You seem to have some misunderstanding about me...

Heidi : Ha ha, we only met tonight, didn't we? You're right, Cleric Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : You can call me just Kal'tsit.

Heidi : Then, Kal'tsit... could you walk with me?
In a while longer, Uncle Vincent will have me sent off into the loft. I certainly don't want to go to bed this early.
The snow seems to have gotten heavier. Would you mind that...?

Kal'tsit : –I wouldn't. Allow me to accompany you.

<Background 3>

[The blizzard grows as Kal'tsit and Heidi arrives at the manor's backyard, much to the latter's delight. ]

Heidi : What a snowstorm!

Kal'tsit : The biggest one in recent years.

Heidi : I like the snow, Kal'tsit, and I like my home too.

Kal'tsit : I know.

Heidi : Phew... how cold.
Everyone's all huddling inside by the fireplace.

Kal'tsit : Mm.

Heidi : ......
It's just us two now, Kal'tsit... hee-hee, Kal'tsit.
–It's so difficult to be alone with you.

Kal'tsit : You're yet young... Heidi.
Your father shouldn't have let you get involved so easily.

Heidi : But that's what I wanted, Kal'tsit. I wished to do something or other, instead of hiding in the warm house, gazing out, just as a child would.
When winter truly comes, would a single oak of Victoria's be spared from the blizzard? Then that being the case, we should prepare early.

Kal'tsit : You resemble your father greatly.

Heidi : –Is that a compliment?

Kal'tsit : Let's say it is.

Heidi : Hee-hee... ah, nobody should find us here, so...
Now I can hand these letters to you.

Kal'tsit : ...
Your father's intelligence operatives are never late. They're the best Messengers, workers, and aspirants in all of Victoria–except this time.
Has something happened?

「The young Heidi makes not an innocent step more.
She is right. Before upheaval arrives, the young must always be the soonest to prepare. 」

Heidi : –There are two letters, Dame Kal'tsit.
One from all of Victoria, and another from "Kazdel."

WD-ST-1: Pine Lillies

Summary

Despite the then Minister of Finance Witte's unexpected visit, Kal'tsit cannot let this precious opportunity slip by. After injecting the Grand Duke with her drug, Kal'tsit accompanies the wrongdoer through his final moments.

「17 Years Ago
2:44 P.M. \ Clear
Central Ursus, Pine Valley Retreat exterior 」

<Background 1>

「Hfff–huff–
Hfff–
Huff–
Hff. 」

<Background 2>

Witte : Ah, old friend, are you feeling better now?
No, no, you lie down, I'm just here to see you, I'll be leaving soon after. A burdenbeast's work is never done, and the one who saddled me was myself, to boot.
What? No, of course. To you, I'm still the same young lad you know, not the Minister of Finance.
What's the point in fiddling with ranks? We're all here giving our strength to Ursus's vast land, striving for the truly honorable future Our Majesty envisions.
We're all His Majesty's people. The few who've forgotten it, still living in the violent past, will sooner or later become orphans of archaic convention.
Sorry, it seems government business has built up some steam in me.
Don't worry, I can see how my colleagues and fellow strivers are strong in spirit, and I can see how the rot in the rotten eats away at themselves. We will be victorious.
Those loudmouth nobles in the Army... they and those woodworms will very soon be dust at His Majesty's feet, and we will sweep them out of His way.
That's right.
–The State Council is changing.
We'll take everything Ursus, everything of His Majesty's back from those unthinking, undoing aristocrats' hands.
We'll tear the olden days to shreds. Savage them. Profane them. We must open a new way for Ursus, old friend–I will do it. We all will do it. Even if it takes our whole lives.
Ursus needs change.

<Background 3>

Kal'tsit : Today?

Lillia : The original plan was next week... but today's the best chance.
I just heard the head caretaker say. The Minister of Finance's arrival is clearly intended to rattle that spineless coward. Though the Minister was unwilling to meet him, he was at least willing to move himself.

Kal'tsit : He's frightened. And fear will make him show openings.

Lillia : His guards might not have been able to arrange for this sudden meeting in time, but he had no choice except show himself before us, as hastily as possible...
With another Ursus VIP visiting, opting to assassinate the Grand Duke is an extremely risky idea, but this place has never been empty of major players, and I can count the number of times the Grand Duke left his area alone on one hand.

Kal'tsit : We're still not certain enough.

Lillia : I'm still not certain enough.
But I trust you are.
I've wanted to believe, even, that you could always do it.

Kal'tsit : ......

Lillia : Tell me, do you still have any misgivings?
I'll settle them for you, even if I–

Kal'tsit : Lillia.
My greatest misgiving... is whether you'll live well, as I hope for you to.
No matter how you'll regard what I say next, I still must recognize: in Chernobog, all those youngest, richly idealistic, most ardent scientists... all gave their lives.
I am not willing to see them die. Lillia, I regard you in the same way right now.

Lillia : ......
I can't do that, Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : After this is over, I'll make for Siracusa, then on to Victoria.
If you come with me... and don't continue with your plans in Chernobog, then you don't have to die.

Lillia : I can't bear traitors stamping footprints on my husband's dried blood, not for even one second.

Kal'tsit : You're very selfish.

Lillia : I am. So don't you forget my most selfish request of all...
Look after my daughter, and if she's willing, teach her medicine.
You can surely live on, Kal'tsit.

<Background 2>

Witte : Old friend.
Winter this year is very cold, but I trust spring will be warm as it ever was.
I still remember the day we first met was at the beginning of spring. Attending that speech so brimming with passion, you didn't cheer, nor did you bellow.
We noticed each other when our eyes met, and of course others too.
No one felt any pride in the successful invasion, those cheering and revering the former Emperor's glory, unable to even see the barren land they stood on, having allowed no one else to survive.

Witte, is spring coming?

Witte : I do not know, old friend. Perhaps.
Spring this year may come slightly early, but my Catastrophe Messenger tells me, following a fierce Catastrophe up north, it may be cooler after some days.
Perhaps we may even return to winter.

None of us like winter, do we?

Witte : I don't like it either, old mate.
But you did warn me, perhaps I should give up the bottle... I shouldn't be weathering winter with drink. All it does is numb. Drunkenness might get me frostbitten.
But winter won't last too long.
Just the fallout of a calamity.

<Background 3>

Lillia : This is...

Kal'tsit : An eternal rest. The most secure method, completely effective, and not so fast-acting it gives us nowhere to run.
Have you fully prepared our retreat?

Lillia : From the first day we arrived, I'd already finished preparing everything.

Kal'tsit : Perhaps we won't have much time.

Lillia : I understand that, but if we just do it like we practiced, we should have plenty of...

Kal'tsit : No.
We've taken this sanatorium as far too simple a place.
Your plan doesn't need to change. Leave everything afterwards for me to handle.

Lillia : What did you find out?

Kal'tsit : ...
Mon3tr discovered traces of the enemy while hibernating. Have you heard of the Grand Duke having dealings with other powers of Ursus, or not?

Lillia : No, he's been content here all this time.

Kal'tsit : ......

Lillia : Mon3tr... is that that pet of yours? What did it see? Some Ursus folk legend?

Kal'tsit : I cannot realistically tell you the facts. That would only shrink our chances of survival to the minimum.

Lillia : Mm... Ursus has many, many means...

Kal'tsit : Fear becomes a lure. Investigating this will only serve to affect your judgment. Trust me.

Lillia : Hm.

Kal'tsit : Alright. It's about time now.
See the blonde Feline carrying a bag–he's the Grand Duke's private doctor.

Lillia : I know.

<Background 2>

Witte : What can a Grand Duke accomplish?
Look at these fellows stuck in their old ways... Of course, the moment that half-blinded governor knelt in front of His Majesty, he ceased to be any more of a threat.
He's very smart, choosing when it suited to save his own skin. Nothing like some people... putting up last stands for their own selfish gains, even squandering what little live power Ursus had left to deal with the aftermath of the rebellions.
It grieves me so... Though I'm no military leader, whenever I see our motherland's production at a standstill, the economy in decline, I lament deep and deeper.

Did His Majesty pardon these opportunists? They'd put their own interest above His Majesty's and Ursus's with just one inch of slack, in one heartbeat.

Witte : Don't condemn His Majesty's benevolence. Compared to putting up with a few shrewd but provisionally loyal nobles, what we truly cannot bear is continuing our endless internal friction.
We must think of ways to pull out the weeds and pests. We must sow the seeds. We must, when spring comes again, see the new buds.
For this I've strived... please pardon my language; I very rarely say such things, but I swear upon His Majesty, I do feel pride in my own present status.
Old friend, be reassured. Those sacrificed cannot complete their undertaking. All those who survived will keep trying, and trying.
His Majesty will bring a new future to Ursus. Even the most stubborn nobles, and those twisted deities, and those monsters planted in the darkest corners of our motherland, they all must fear–they all must fear our Emperor.
My duty is simply to ensure this.

<Background 3>

[Kal'tsit walks by. ]

Kal'tsit : ......

Ursus Officer : Halt.
Did the head caretaker not tell you? Grand Duke Vanya has requisitioned this place, and no one is to come near.

Lillia : I'm the doctor on shift today. I'm the Grand Duke's medical consultant, by all rights. This is my work permit.

Ursus Officer : You're new here?

Lillia : Yes.

Ursus Officer : Grand Duke Vanya's doctor on duty is his private doctor. It's an unwritten rule. Lucky you, you pretty much get a vacation today.
Seeing as it's your first time, I won't blame you. But wander around this corridor again, and your death will not be pretty.
Now, get out. Find somewhere to spend your vacation while you have it.

[The officer contacts someone through radio. ]

Ursus Officer : It's me. Not much. The doctor on shift at the retreat. I'll get them out of here...
What...? The quack's vanished?
But it'd be dangerous to... erm... the Minister of Finance is here, I know...

[The officer ends the call. ]

Ursus Officer : You two, halt.

Lillia : Yes, we're listening to you.
Can I ask if something's the matter?

Ursus Officer : Come with me.

[The officer takes Kal'tsit and Lillia elsewhere. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Ursus Officer : Listen. No matter what you find, it's because of the Grand Duke's same old problems. Don't make a fuss over nothing.
Be dependable. Take care of him properly. Get out quickly after the sun's down, and don't disturb his peace.
Treat him properly, and you'll be rewarded. Amply. Enough for... poor people like you to live happily for a long time.

Lillia : Thank you kindly. We're honored to have this chance... Kal'tsit, where's your thanks?

Kal'tsit : Ah... right. Thank you kindly, good sir.

Ursus Officer : Hmph, country people. Don't mess this up.

Lillia : We'll pay full attention.

Ursus Officer : ......
Hold it.
It's always been one person going in alone. We can't make an exception this time, or the Grand Duke will turn his rage on us.
Let this servant go in.

Lillia : –But, sir, I'm the doctor here–

Ursus Officer : We prepare the medicine the Grand Duke takes. You just stay here and wait, and if anything happens, go in then.

Lillia : I don't understand–

Ursus Officer : I am saying to wait here for three hours, on standby.
And then, you. You cannot be in there for more than ten minutes.
If you take too long, no matter why, you will not leave alive.
Search, and then let this servant go in first.

Kal'tsit : As you command.

<Background 4>

[Kal'tsit enters the terrace where Grand Duke Vanya is having some fresh air. ]

Kal'tsit : ...
Grand Duke.

With his back to the light sits an old man–lies an old man. He does not move, his breathing tranquil, gazing into the far distance.

Grand Duke Vanya : Is it the doctor?

Kal'tsit : No, I am only a servant.

Grand Duke Vanya : Alright... come, come closer.

Kal'tsit : As you command.

[Kal'tsit sits beside the Grand Duke. ]

Grand Duke Vanya : Are you Ursus?

Kal'tsit : No.

Grand Duke Vanya : Lower your head. Let me feel your face.

Kal'tsit : As you command.

Grand Duke Vanya : Ah... Vulpo, or maybe Feline? An adorable race.

Kal'tsit : Are... Are your eyes unsighted?

Grand Duke Vanya : Yes. A problem from last month.
I'm due to die. Suppose it today, suppose it tomorrow. So you've come in vain, child.

Kal'tsit : ......

Grand Duke Vanya : They won't allow the doctor in–they're murdering me.

Kal'tsit : Won't you protest? You are a Grand Duke.

Grand Duke Vanya : Exactly why. I am powerless to resist Ursus. I have since accepted that.
How is the weather today? I can feel the sunshine, turning warm now.

Kal'tsit : Not a cloud in sight, Grand Duke.

Grand Duke Vanya : Ah... not a cloud in sight. It's been long. Since the last day like this.

Kal'tsit : Do you feel despair?

Grand Duke Vanya : Despair...? Despair is but a passer-by of the start. Our endless lives are always suffused with an emotion. It neither induces despair, nor makes your life bottomless joy.
We are all living in compromise. Some would call it apathy, and some would say, I am simply reaping what I sowed.
Yes. The weather is warming. That gust of wind just now failed to chill me to the bone.
Who sent you, young lady?

Kal'tsit : You've already surmised.

Grand Duke Vanya : And you are not astonished? Say, I thought a sum failure like myself would have been scapegoated in the limelight, forever looked down on by the young.

Kal'tsit : I have never looked down on a single person, let alone you, a Grand Duke of Ursus.

Grand Duke Vanya : Of course you wouldn't tell me honestly... as to be expected. Let me take a guess...
The Minister of Finance? No, no-no-no... he and my affairs are entirely unrelated. He does not possess this kind of finesse to interfere in others' stations. If it were his idea... I would rather it his idea.
Well, then, was it some woodworm in the Army? Those old, timid, cowardly bastards... not them, not them either, they have simpler ways...
Let me guess, young one, who sent you here...
......
Are you still there, young one?

Kal'tsit : I am.

Grand Duke Vanya : Was it His Majesty's idea? His Majesty wants an... arrogant fool like me to pay the price for his own stupid actions?
Oh, I knew that evening was not but a nightmare...
Do you know how it feels to be blind in both eyes? From that dark view I had long been used to, I felt some more warped thing, squirming... the otherly sensation of fear.

Kal'tsit : You mean the fear that cannot even be concealed by blindness.

<Background black>

[Vanya recalls the image of an Emperor's Blade in his mind. ]

Grand Duke Vanya : That was the Royal Guard's will, young one. That evening, the Emperor's Blade was only a step away from my throat.

<Background 2>

Witte : What? A paring knife? Let me do it.
The journey will be very tight, but if I don't even have the time to peel an apple for my friend, I can't help but be disillusioned.

How could I let the Minister of Finance do some odd chore like this.

Witte : Are you mocking me?

Perhaps a Minister of Finance should not hold a knife. You should focus on something else.

Witte : Don't joke with me, old friend. I'm just peeling an apple. Don't tell me you're about to rave superstitious at me?
Look, how fresh the fruits here at the retreat are. These'll be good for your health, too.

No, Witte, my friend, give the knife to me. Perhaps I'm due for some exercise, so as not to rust myself away.

Witte : You're too feeble. You might cut your own hand open.

[Surely, you don't feel a staff officer of the Army of Ursus would lack the strength for even a paring knife? ]

Witte : No, I don't think that.
Ah, fine, old friend, have the knife. Be very careful.

[The one Witte is talking with slits his finger with the fruit knife. ]

Witte : ––
What are you–Doctor!–What are you doing?!
Why treat yourself like this–Cutting your own finger–Doctor!

Gasp–Witte! Don't worry, this doesn't hurt like you imagine... my year-round pains have already accustomed me... don't hurry off, now, listen to me first.
Look, Witte, on my right hand, the racket of artillery gunfire shook off some fingers... Kazimierz people lopped my right thumb off, and a Higashi assassin made off with half my pointer.
I've always felt my right hand was undersold, Witte, taken simply for a knife hand, it fell to such treatment.
Now, I have cut off my left-hand pointer. Here, both my hands are no longer sound. Very fair.

Witte : What is all this for...!

Tell me, Witte, from Ursus's wars, these glorious scars I once regarded as an honor all my life, do they truly have any glory to speak of?
No, I don't need you to answer me. It's a trifling thing, but see, my fresh wound, blood dripping, this was done by my own will. It awakens me from my grave affliction, allows me to converse with you again.
Witte, you will return to Deity Grypherburg, correct? You will sooner or later return, back to that grand city.
Take a piece of my form, my constitution with you. My body was scattered about in campaigns, subjected to ruin, but only this piece of flesh was separated by my own will.
I have no children, but this pointer finger–jeer at my foolishness, go on–this pointer finger is the only flesh I have birthed.
Take it to Deity Grypherburg, bury it in your garden, or in a flower pot by the street. Let me live in the earth of Deity Grypherburg.
Oh, let my flesh become one with Ursus... take me to Deity Grypherburg, to the heart of what all our generations have defended, to the heart of Ursus!
–Witte!

<Background 3>

[Several security personnel rushes past Lillia and the officer. ]

Ursus Officer : ......

Lillia : ......

Ursus Officer : What's with all the people running around today... ugh, a flock of idiots who don't know the rules.
Stay here and don't move. I'm taking a look.

Lillia : Alright, sir.

[The officer heads out to see what happened... ]

Lillia : (I don't know what Kal'tsit's doing in there...)
(Ugh. We don't have much time.)

[...but returns to Lillia right after. ]

Ursus Officer : Hey, you, back to Room 116.

Lillia : What? But my helper is still in–

Ursus Officer : A servant is enough either way, here. No need for a doctor.
This is the Minister of Finance's request. If you upset a minister, we'll never survive it.
Now leave! You want to see the gallows?!

Lillia : Yes, yes, sorry, I'm going now, right now...
(Kal'tsit...! Quick!)

<Background 4>

Grand Duke Vanya : Young one, come, sit here. What's your name?

Kal'tsit : Kal'tsit.

Grand Duke Vanya : That is neither a nom de guerre, nor a nom de plume, correct?
I can hear... from the manner in which you introduce yourself, I can hear, you love this name, don't you, Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : Hard to say.
We don't have long, Grand Duke. In a short moment, your guards will come charging in here.

Grand Duke Vanya : Oh... it seems I must make space for the assassin after my own life...
Hmm. My communicator should be right by my side...

Kal'tsit : Here it is.

Grand Duke Vanya : Ha. What a prudent murderer. Just when did you pilfer it?
Please give it to me.

Kal'tsit : ......

Grand Duke Vanya : Thank you for your trust, young one. You make such ease of it... no matter who sent you, I trust you will become one vastly capable.

[The Grand Duke calls the head of security through a radio. ]

Grand Duke Vanya : Sir, this is a servant of the retreat... who hails from my homeland. I wish to chat with her further. Do not disturb us, until I give the order.
Trespassers are in violation of military order. Do you understand?
Good.

[The Grand Duke ends the call. ]

Kal'tsit : Where is your homeland?

Grand Duke Vanya : Right on the other side of Pine Valley.
Are you so willing to trust me because you have all your means well prepared? Even if they came charging in, you could still escape unscathed, couldn't you?

Kal'tsit : I will not answer that.

Grand Duke Vanya : Or you really aren't from the Royal Guard. You are neither twisted nor terrible. Yes, how could the Royal Guard leave their work to others?
They are Ursus's most selfless monitors. Only those capable of being weighed on the scales, will the Royal Guard look at with value.
Alright. I've lost, young one. I cannot guess at all at your oh-so-mysterious past.
Why have you come?

Kal'tsit : My duty lies here.

Grand Duke Vanya : Kal'tsit, will I pass away painfully?

Kal'tsit : You won't. The drug will slowly erode your nervous system. You'll fall asleep as though entering a coma, and never wake up.

Grand Duke Vanya : To an old soul plagued by illness, this may even be considered a favor.
I thank you.

Kal'tsit : ......

Grand Duke Vanya : I've been meaning to ask, are you a doctor? A scientist?
Do you have a shining pair of eyes? Do the odors of medicine cling to your fingers?
Do–
–Hold on, hold on. Did you come... come for that affair in Chernobog?
Kal'tsit... Kal'tsit... the director who died in the inferno that day, was that the name?

Kal'tsit : If you truly remember every sacrifice, then perhaps I'm unable to escape the all-seeing eye of Ursus.

Grand Duke Vanya : Ah... it's you, you're the very Kal'tsit...
How strange... that you hid from the Secret Police. What's more, and stole into this place without even changing your name...?
How did you do it?

Kal'tsit : There are always ways, Grand Duke.

Grand Duke Vanya : Some want me dead, and some do not. I thought you a scientist, one that should not be so... easily fooled.
Ah... or could it be, some have paid you off? Some have exploited your vengeful rage, so as to have me killed?

Kal'tsit : I believe I have no comment, Your Grace.
It is time. I will inject the drug.

Grand Duke Vanya : Ah, you have signed my death warrant. Very good. This may be leagues simpler than such torture...
Hmm...
......

Kal'tsit : It's done, Your Grace.

Grand Duke Vanya : How much time do I have left?

Kal'tsit : Fifteen minutes, Your Grace.

Grand Duke Vanya : Tell me, young one, is the scenery before me very beautiful?

Kal'tsit : All the land is budding, and the sunshine will feed it, filling it with hope.

Grand Duke Vanya : Is it beautiful?

Kal'tsit : It's a magnificent scene, but this magnificence is trivially ordinary to Ursus.

Grand Duke Vanya : Heh. Young ones always are good with words... How many of our people... could ever see this view?
That's right... flowers, my flowers. I scattered seeds... have they sprouted? Have they begun to bud? These eyes of mine, so ruined, could not even persevere long enough to see them bloom...

Kal'tsit : So far, at least... you're out of luck.
It seems the Empire's winter was detrimental to the growth of these ornamental plants.

Grand Duke Vanya : Ah... they cannot bloom here?

Kal'tsit : In this boundless winter, what did you plant?

Grand Duke Vanya : When I was young... I took part in a war against Kazimierz. Have you fought a war before, Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : ......

Grand Duke Vanya : War is wild and chaotic. Ten-some minutes past the first sound of gunfire, formation and battlefield had lost all meaning.
A few knights wounded my leg, and bludgeoned my head. I tossed my helmet aside, and as if for my life, I crawled... crawled until I reached a flower field.
In there I blacked out, and was later saved by reinforcements. In my giddy daze, I remembered what those flowers were like.

Kal'tsit : ...Pine lilies.

Grand Duke Vanya : Yes... after the war, I asked someone to bring back some seeds from the frontier. I hated their Kazimierz scientific name, and so called them by a completely new one.
I like those flowers. My city regarded them as a symbol of the city itself. Ursus's soil... is more suited to raising them than Kazimierz's.
My wife... cared for them, cared for them so well.
But they... never broke through the soil.

Kal'tsit : Spring didn't come soon enough, Your Grace.

Grand Duke Vanya : Ah... the earth of my beloved Ursus. Know it can nurture hopes of all kind.

Kal'tsit : It is irrigated, too, by the bodies of the poor and the Infected.

Grand Duke Vanya : I don't deny it has likely committed all manner of atrocity. Yet even so, the earth forgives all... ah, I feel tired...

Kal'tsit : That doesn't seem a very convincing excuse.

Grand Duke Vanya : Excuse? No, young one... I never thought I'd earn any pardon, and I never wanted for one...
Only–Only in life's final moments, do I think... I was able to realize... the meaning... it was all...
Pine lilies...
I want... to see her again...
Leave, now, young one.
I feel... how warm, the sunlight, as if I... can, once... again, see...
Hahh...

Kal'tsit : Perhaps you never had the means to pardon yourself in your final moments.
(Ursine) May yet Ursus forget you, Grand Duke.

Grand Duke Vanya : (Ursine) ...Ursus... my...
...motherland...

<Background 3>

Kal'tsit : Sir, the Grand Duke has fallen asleep.

Ursus Officer : You don't need to tell me. We've had orders. We can only enter after half an hour.
Hah. Same home as the Grand Duke, hmph?
I've heard why you young women are all squeezing to work in this retreat. It's just to seek patronage from important nobles, isn't it?
Are you satisfied now? What are you staring off for? Don't tell me you want me to shine your shoes?

Kal'tsit : No, how could I dare... I'm very sorry! Sir, don't be angry, I'll be going right now...

Ursus Officer : Gah, lowlife...

<Background 2>

Lillia : Paring knives will very easily rust, and lead to infection. We'll pay close attention to his condition, rest assured.

Witte : Good, thank you.
It seems the blood rushing to my friend's head has cost me a considerable amount of time...
After he leaves the infirmary, please tell him, he has set alight the blaze in our hearts, and please have him trust. Trust his friend Islam Witte.
But for now, I must be on my way with my Messenger.

Lillia : Safe travels.

[Kal'tsit shows up... ]

Kal'tsit : ......

Witte : ......

[...just as Witte leaves. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Lillia : (Kal'tsit–!)

Kal'tsit : (We leave immediately.)
(The Minister of Finance will have those bureaucrats' subordinates jumping at shadows. That's our best cover.)

Lillia : (Is... is he dead?)

Kal'tsit : (The time to effect was shorter than I thought. He couldn't hold himself together much longer in the first place.)

Lillia : (There are countless people who'll want to exploit his death. Maybe them fighting on all fronts will create an opening for us.)

Kal'tsit : (Let's go.)

[As Kal'tsit and Lillia leaves, the latter grabs the former. ]

Lillia : Kal'tsit–
Thank you.
For me... For us, you've put an end to it all, with your own hands.

Kal'tsit : It isn't over yet.
No matter in what form it takes... perhaps sooner or later, we'll confront this empire once again.

Operation story: WD-5

Before operation

Summary

In modern-day Sargon, Sesa and Heavyrain are cautiously waiting for the mysterious "Sand Soldier," who suddenly asked to join Rhodes Island, to reveal his true identity, and it seems Kal'tsit has much to do with his past.

「Modern Day
3:32 P.M. \ Clear
Central Sargon, Ibut Region, Nameless Town 」

<Background 1>

[After listening to the Sand Soldier's tale... ]

Heavyrain : You want to come with...?
You should know that you are just another suspicious character to us.

"Sand Soldier" : Have you inspected your teammates yet?

Sesa : Heavyrain?

Heavyrain : Everything's normal there...
But I don't trust you.

"Sand Soldier" : Yes, very well said. Of course I am not to be trusted.

Heavyrain : What exactly is your objective?

"Sand Soldier" : My objective... is to find out what my objective actually is.

Heavyrain : What the actual–

"Sand Soldier" : Did you know that the last Lord Ameer of Ibut died in a fire?

Sesa : That was a few years ago... The current Lord Ameer is his son, and that whole thing caused quite a ruckus in Ibut.
I had to find myself a new fairy godmother right away thanks to that fire. Took me months to get used to the work there. Huge pain in the butt.

"Sand Soldier" : Right, exactly. He was my very last prey.
I did all the preparations and laid out my trap, but there's no more prey to hunt. I have nothing to do except to lounge around.

Sesa : –

Heavyrain : –Y-You killed a Lord Ameer?

Sesa : The Sargon army will find you–
–Wait, hold on, what do you even want, telling us about this?

"Sand Soldier" : Ah, I shouldn't have expected any less from one who frequents the black markets. That's right, there is no one who knows I have to do with his death aside from you and me.
As for the Sargon army... We live in different times now. The ruling Padishahs simply care not about what is happening here in this barren wasteland.
My guess is that it matters not to them whether it's the father or the son that's in charge. Actually, to tell the truth, it hardly matters to me either.
I sought his death and nothing else. It was a rather simple request.

Heavyrain : What are you after anyway?

"Sand Soldier" : Revenge.
I'm afraid it's a rather boring answer, so I don't like to share it. If I have to venture a guess, more than half of the men in this world would like to take revenge against something, be it their enemies, a city, or even the world itself.
For the past twenty years, that is all I have been doing.
My power, my status, my riches... All of them come second, and should the need arise, I will cast them all aside.
Or perhaps I could give them to this "Rhodes Island."
It's quite the bargain, wouldn't you agree?

Heavyrain : ......

"Sand Soldier" : Hoh, looks like you are still not convinced, young lady. You are quite cautious. I suppose you were a soldier? From Sargon, perhaps?

Heavyrain : –None of your business.

"Sand Soldier" : What about you, young "Bridge?" Or should I call you by the name you go by now, "Sesa?"

Sesa : ......

Heavyrain : Sesa, we can't trust him.

Sesa : You're hiding something pretty important, aren't you now?

"Sand Soldier" : Hmm?
Oh... Yes. Right, how forgetful of me...
You claim to be a medical corporation that treats the Infected... Very well, it's a fairly tall tale, but I will accept it for the moment.
I am an Infected.
My fortunes are no less impressive than the Lord Ameers' riches, and I am well-connected and hold some sway, enough for me to bring a Lord Ameer to his downfall.
I will trade all of it for a chance to be cured. What do you say?

Heavyrain : –You're mad.

"Sand Soldier" : I find myself thinking the same quite often.
But there is not a single person who walks these lands and wishes not to live. Is it not reasonable of me to want to cast all this aside just for a chance to be cured?

Sesa : Nah, I don't think that's what Heavyrain's trying to say.
You don't even seem to care that you're Infected...
What is it that you want at Rhodes Island?

"Sand Soldier" : ......
Very well. There isn't much time left, so let us stop beating around the bush.
I'm looking for "Kal'tsit."
Perhaps she will impart on me some invaluable advice, perhaps she will show me a new way forward... Yet it's even more likely that she won't lift a finger, merely passing the decision back to me.
That too is fine.
Once I eliminate every last person involved in that incident years ago, there will be nothing more tying me to this place. I am beyond anxious to leave this forsaken land behind.
I need a fresh start.
And who could blame me for seizing the opportunity if the shadows of the past so happen to be standing right there?

Heavyrain : What's your relationship with Dr. Kal'tsit?

"Sand Soldier" : Hmm... It's a long story.
I owe her my life. I'm very thankful to her. This I say from the bottom of my heart.

Heavyrain : The decision isn't ours to make...

Sesa : Three years ago... the Lord Ameer of Ibut perished in a fire during his travels. The fire consumed an entire town, and, soon after, his son set off a rebellion, vying for the throne against his many other contenders.
That's your doing, eh?

"Sand Soldier" : Precisely, just as I said.

Sesa : Why?

"Sand Soldier" : All trivial matters of a bygone era. The family had a tragic, rocky relationship to start. I only played a very minor role.
Why do you want to know?

Sesa : I'm looking for clues... Thanks to you, I gotta call it quits with my investigation in the Ibut region.

"Sand Soldier" : Ah... clues.
Perhaps this is an opportunity for me to earn your trust. Tell me what it is you are looking for. Perhaps I will be of assistance.

Sesa : I'm looking for someone. The director of a Columbian military experiment.

"Sand Soldier" : You are investigating a Columbian company. May I ask why?

Sesa : Because the person I respected the most died in the most laughable accident ever...

"Sand Soldier" : And what if it was actually an accident?

Sesa : Even if it was just an accident... I gotta know the truth. I mean, this couldn't have been the reason those guys rose through the ranks on top of my brother's death.

Heavyrain : Sesa...

Sesa : I know. It's my own personal issue... but this chance doesn't come often. Don't you agree, "Sand Soldier"?

"Sand Soldier" : Heh... Ahem, pardon me.
Where was I?
Everyone needs a revenge of some kind. Targets can be big or small, and grudges can run deep or shallow, but revenge is an eternal motif to every living person out there.
If you permit me to undergo treatment at Rhodes Island, I can investigate this matter for you. Of course, the deals we talked about still stand.
Even if you have ten times the cargo sitting outside, I have a way to take care of it all. There will be no trace left of it, and you will find the price very attractive. It's a bargain for a pharmaceutical company.

Heavyrain : Sesa... Sorry, but we can't let your personal problems be somebody else's bargaining chip.

Sesa : Of course I know that... but I...

"Sand Soldier" : Right... I almost forgot. It seems I've been rather forgetful of late.
I never thought much of Old Isin's prophecy to begin with. However, thinking back, perhaps the prophecy was itself a means of negotiation and communication.
Hmph, prophecy... Mere mortals will never find themselves on equal footing with time itself. Originium Arts may have many convenient uses, but that is one thing you can never achieve with Arts.

Sesa : A prophecy...?

"Sand Soldier" : Alas, Old Isin passed away long ago. I only hope that she remembers this promise.
Did she perhaps... give you a gold coin?
An old Sargon gold coin.

Heavyrain : ......!

[An R.I. operator rushes into the house where Heavyrain and Sesa is meeting with the Sand Soldier. ]

Rhodes Island Operator : Heavyrain, Sesa, we got a situation here.

"Sand Soldier" : ......

Sesa : Calm down. What's up?

Rhodes Island Operator : There are some sketchy-looking teams approaching the town.

"Sand Soldier" : Let me remind you that they are not friendly.

Rhodes Island Operator : Ugh, they're closing in quick. We can still get out of here without a fight if we make a run for it now. Take our time and we won't be so lucky.
Fifteen minutes. That's all we have. Captain, Lieutenant, hurry.

Heavyrain : –Your buddies?

"Sand Soldier" : Of course not. I am a lone wolf with no one to turn to. Unlike machines, humans cannot be trusted.
That being said, they are most likely here for me.

Sesa : –Dammit! This is part of your plan, isn't it?

"Sand Soldier" : You can help me escape, or we can fend off these unyielding assassins together.
What do you say?

Heavyrain : ......

Rhodes Island Operator : W-What should we do?

"Sand Soldier" : The ball is in your court.

Sesa : Tch, son of a–
–Last question, then! Why did you burn down that town? If you were after the Lord Ameer, you had no reason to drag all those people into that mess.
You even gave the townspeople the time to evacuate. Did you just want to ruin the town? Redhorn was miles away from your turf. What were you after exactly?

"Sand Soldier" : Is my objective really so important?

Sesa : –I'm making sure you're not a warmonger, or downright nuts.

"Sand Soldier" : Hmm, you have a point, but I am afraid you wouldn't understand. All I burned down was my past.

Sesa : Is that your revenge?

"Sand Soldier" : No...
It was a long overdue cremation, nothing more.

After operation

Summary

22 years ago, before he became the "Sand Soldier," Elliot is on the run with Kal'tsit, attempting to make their way to the Reefsteep black markets and escape Sargon. They need someone to lead them to the black markets, and, by chance, a helping hand appears before Kal'tsit.

「22 Years Ago
3:09 P.M. \ Clear
Central Sargon, Ibut Region, Desert Outskirts 」

<Background 2>

Elliot : Are... Are we there yet? How far away is it?

Kal'tsit : If you're tired, we can stop here.

Elliot : ......

Kal'tsit : Drop the tough act.
It has been 7 hours and 14 minutes since our transport was wrecked in the ambush. Considering your physique and age, you've held up pretty well.

Elliot : No need...
Let's... keep going. We need to get out of here as soon as we can...

<Background 3>

Elliot : Where are we...?

Kal'tsit : The nearest town to where we are heading. More accurately, it's a settlement formed of several towns that had been drifting in the desert with their hauling equipment.
At the same time, this place covers a large swath of Sargon's no man's land, more than anywhere else. This is the way out for illegal immigrants, bounty hunters, and Messengers.

<Background fades out and in>

Elliot : Why aren't we going to Minos?
I'm... I'm still not sure I can trust you any more than those mercenaries... What makes you different?

Kal'tsit : The difference is that you are alive.

Elliot : You already have our next steps figured out, don't you...? What are we doing now?

Kal'tsit : We'll look for someone trustworthy to take us out of Ibut. Not legally, of course.

Elliot : Where are we going after that? Leithanien? Bolívar?

Kal'tsit : Before I give you an answer, you must understand that, whatever your choice, it doesn't change the fact you are running away from your problems.
You have no way to survive, nowhere to go, and nowhere to run.
Are you prepared to accept the fact that your old life has already shattered to pieces? Do you understand it? Are you sure you are not just in a daze from this sudden turn of events?

Elliot : Stop acting so high and mighty...

Kal'tsit : If anger gives you a clearer head.
I will be going further north. Far away enough for you to leave everything in Columbia and Sargon behind.
I have to say. You've done very well.

Elliot : Are you mocking me...?

Kal'tsit : Much of what you do is rife with immaturity, and you let your emotions get the better of you. If you were a little older, I would indeed make a mockery of you.
Let's go. We need to find someone to introduce us to the black market here.

Elliot : Where do we find someone like that?

Kal'tsit : I don't know yet...

Elliot : Hmph, so there's stuff you don't know?

Kal'tsit : I won't deny it, but we'll find them very soon.
If you understand what "The Land of Reefsteep" means and stands for, you won't have any trouble finding their survivors in the crowds and markets here. They will always help their fellow countrymen. All we have to do is make them believe that's who we are.

Elliot : Uh... What's that you're holding... Sargon coins?
What can you even do with a few coins...?

Kal'tsit : You'll know soon enough.

Sargon Townsfolk? : ......
(Sargonian) Get lost, Columbian...!

Elliot : Huh? Enem–?!

Mon3tr : (Hiss)

Sargon Townsfolk? : Arghhh–Ahhhh–Monster! Where did it come from–?!

Mon3tr : (Thrusts)

Sargon Townsfolk? : Gah... Dammit... Why...?! I can't hurt it...!

Passerby Sargon Townsfolk : What's going on?! Ahhh–A monster! A monster's here to kill us!

Elliot : That's a huge crowd... Hey, what's going on? Who's this guy?

Kal'tsit : A bounty hunter from Vouivre... Looks like they're expanding their search area.
Quick. Follow me.

Elliot : Uh, wait–

<Background fades out and in>

Elliot : We came all the way here, but anyone walking down the street could still be a hitman. What's the point of coming–

Kal'tsit : That's exactly why you need to pick up the pace.

Elliot : What I'm saying is you haven't solved anything, Adviser Kal'tsit!

<Background fades out and in>

Kal'tsit : ......

Elliot : These outfits make us stand out, don't they...?

Peddling Voices : (Sargonian) This is just a can of vegetables. Why is it so expensive?
(Sargonian) Our rugs are famous far and wide–Something wrong with our quality? Impossible!
(Sargonian) Genuine top-grade earthenware jugs once used by the Lord Ameer–Sixty? Down from sixty thousand? Whatever, sold!

Elliot : There's a lot of people here... Is this where the market is?
...? Why'd you stop–Mm?

Elliot : Being superstitious this time...?

Mysterious Fortune Teller : Ah... How rare... It has been a long time since an outsider paid Old Isin a visit.
Do you wish to take a peek at what destiny has laid out before you, or perhaps you are searching for a particular piece of gravel in this sandstorm?
Am I correct to assume you are responsible for the ruckus earlier?
Old Isin can tell, dear traveler. You are in a hurry, and trouble follows in your footsteps... Old Isin simply hopes this won't lead to any more trouble for Sargon...
You are not from Sargon, no, but you carry a great burden...

Elliot : What is he mumbling to himself about...? Let's not waste any more time on him, Kal'tsit. They'll catch up!

<Background fades out and in>

Sargon Villager : (Sargonian) You fraud! What are you still doing here?! Scram!

Sargon Villager : (Sargonian) You're mucking up our turf! Enough with your tricks! No one here's going to fall for that!

Mysterious Fortune Teller : (Sargonian) Oh, right, of course. Don't be so violent now... Old Isin will leave. Old Isin is leaving.
(Sargonian) Is your master doing well? Has she taken Old Isin's advice and pulled out of that deal yet? It will mean nothing but trouble for her.

Sargon Villager : (Sargonian) My master? The chief would never listen to you jabbering types in the first place. If any lunatic in town could just waltz in and tell us how to do business, we might as well set up a suggestion box!

Sargon Villager : (Sargonian) Enough chit-chat! Get out of here!

[The annoyed villager punched the mysterious fortune teller. ]

Mysterious Fortune Teller : Hmm!

Elliot : ......

Kal'tsit : Are you okay...?

Mysterious Fortune Teller : Agh... It hurts... Please, don't worry. Old Isin's gotten used to it long ago...
Old Isin cannot save them. Old Isin cannot get them to come around... Old Isin can do nothing but watch as they draw ever closer to their destruction day after day.
Please accept Old Isin's apologies, but as you can see, Old Isin is being thrown out of this place. If there is anywhere willing to take in poor Old Isin, that's where Old Isin will go.

Kal'tsit : (Sargonian) Wait.

Mysterious Fortune Teller : (Sargonian) Old Isin mustn't... Old Isin mustn't...

Sargon Villager : (Sargonian) Stay out of this. If he doesn't leave, it's gonna be on our heads. Just let him go!

Mysterious Fortune Teller : (Sargonian) She's right. Her master calls the shots here, and she mustn't be trifled with. Let Old Isin leave, kind traveler. Let Old Isin return to his ice-cold home.

Elliot : Why are we wasting our time here on this old conman again?

Kal'tsit : At least you can tell he's old.

Elliot : What do you mean...?

Kal'tsit : But you can't imagine how old he is.

<Background 4>

Mysterious Fortune Teller : The sun has set long ago, traveler. You are in a hurry, and there are dangers abound. Why waste your time here with Old Isin?

[Kal'tsit walks to the fortune teller. ]

Kal'tsit : (Sargonian) As time goes by, even the greatest Padishah will one day be lost to the sands. His achievements will at that point crumble, and his subjects will scatter across the lands.

Mysterious Fortune Teller : (Sargonian) From the way you are dressed, you don't seem to be Sargonian. Is this perhaps the beginning to a narrative poem? Old Isin is far too old. Old Isin has long forgotten the appeal of poetry.

Kal'tsit : (Sargonian) But his servants remain ever dedicated to their duties. They guard the unpopulated desert until a new civilization is ready to stand atop its sands, until the time a new Padishah arrives with the will of Sargon to rebuild those lands.

Mysterious Fortune Teller : (Sargonian) Ah, similar stories happen in all countries in the world time and again.
Catastrophes, diseases, war... There are a great many ways a city can meet its end... and to find itself conquered by a new, spirited ruler, thereby repeating the cycle once again.

Elliot : (What are they saying... Is this how Sargonian sounds?)

Kal'tsit : (Sargonian) 150 years ago, before these golden sands were named Ibut, there stood a magnificent city here. Do you remember anything of it?

Mysterious Fortune Teller : (Sargonian) Of course... Old Isin remembers. The city that disappeared in those great winds.

Kal'tsit : (Sargonian) The Padishah at the time gave these lands brimming with sand a name that might seem unfitting for a place in Sargon.

Mysterious Fortune Teller : ......
...Reefsteep...

Kal'tsit : (Sargonian) The only thing that remains of it is its name, passed down from one generation to the next, with none of them ever laying their eyes on its lush oases.
(Sargonian) Are you its gatekeeper, then?

Mysterious Fortune Teller : ......
Is there anything Old Isin can do for you?

Kal'tsit : We want to escape Sargon, leaving no tracks.

Mysterious Fortune Teller : Ah... Old Isin understands. Whose attention are you trying to avoid?

Kal'tsit : Not even Padishah can know of our whereabouts.

Mysterious Fortune Teller : Who are you?

Kal'tsit : Please call me Kal'tsit.

Mysterious Fortune Teller : Kal'tsit... Lady Kal'tsit... As Old Isin gazed upon the sunrise this morning, Old Isin slipped back into my dreams in a trance. In Old Isin's dreams, Old Isin was told there would be a visitor who would revel in these secrets of antiquity with us.
You came early. The price is a single gold coin, my fair lady.

Kal'tsit : You deserve it.

Elliot : (Just that much...?)

Mysterious Fortune Teller : No, no... Not yet. Please hold on to it, my lady.
This is a price that you will pay–22 years later. Remember this promise well, for it is worth far more than this gold coin.

Kal'tsit : (Sargonian) You have lived in Sargon in its current form for the past hundred years. I suppose... not a single moment has gone by where you didn't look back and reminisce your homeland.

Mysterious Fortune Teller : (Sargonian) You are correct, my lady, but today is different.
(Stranger Sargonian) You opened the door for us.

Operation story: WD-7

Before operation

Summary

Kal'tsit finds her hiding spot ambushed by a team of Sarkaz mercenaries. A disastrous battle is unavoidable.

「22 Years Ago
8:05 P.M. \ Cloudy
Central Sargon, Ibut Region, Town of Reefsteep, Surroundings 」

<Background 1>

[Kal'tsit looks at the abandoned courtyard where the fortune teller, now known as Old Isin, lives. ]

Kal'tsit : An abandoned courtyard... Is this where you live?

Old Isin : A few years ago, a merchant built the magnificent courtyard before you, but he disappeared without a trace during a business trip. To this day, no one knows whether he met his fate in a natural Catastrophe or man-made tragedy.
But whichever the case, this courtyard has become a place of refuge for those of us with nowhere to go.

Homeless Person : Old Isin brought two new faces with him...
She doesn't seem all that poor, going by her looks...

Disheveled Person : We need to be careful... Let's head back inside. We shouldn't pry into Old Isin's secrets.

[The vagrants leave. ]

Kal'tsit : What's this courtyard called...?

Old Isin : (Sargonian) "The Sleeping Sargon." That's what all those without a home have come to call this place...
Just like our fallen homeland, my lady. We sleep on the most extravagant corpse you can find in the whole world.
Please stay the night and wait until sunrise. Only then can we leave for the heart of Reefsteep.

Kal'tsit : The land encircled by reefs.

Old Isin : Precisely... Right in the center of the sea of sands.

Kal'tsit : The padishah and lord ameer chose to rebuild their city somewhere with far richer resources, leaving it a forgotten ruin, a land of lawlessness.
Be that as it may, to those who once lived in that city as well as their descendants, leaving that place behind is easier said than done.

Old Isin : You can hire underground Messengers to do your bidding there. They will create fake identities for you and help you leave Sargon territory.
However, your destination is quite some distance away. Old Isin cannot guarantee you will arrive in one piece.

Kal'tsit : How is Elliot doing?

Old Isin : He is asleep, but it is safe here. You care for him more than Old Isin imagined you would. It is proof of your kindness.

Kal'tsit : He's not going to be happy if he catches you say that.

Old Isin : Oh, Old Isin can see it... The anger lurking in him.

Kal'tsit : I thought you'd have met plenty of people like him. Civil unrests and skirmishes happen often in Sargon, after all.

Old Isin : The world may think there are many brave men with a lust for revenge, but there isn't. Most merely drown in their hatred, their rationality quashed by their anger.

Kal'tsit : I can save him this once, and only this once.

Old Isin : Yes... Old Isin understands... His fate lies elsewhere... and his fate is bound to that gold coin of yours.

Kal'tsit : Why 22 years?

Old Isin : Arts cannot give us so-called prophecies, and no mere mortal can manipulate time. Time is the mother of all fates. All Old Isin likes to do is to wager against time.

Kal'tsit : So you mean... Hm, what's wrong?

Mon3tr : (Dissatisfied hisses)

Old Isin : Ah... What a beautiful creature.
Old Isin can tell. The two of you depend on one another. Old Isin can tell... it is your partner.
The two of you have traveled a long, long journey together.

Kal'tsit : Let's go, Mon3tr. Let's go see them.

Old Isin : Oh... You communicate... Your hearts are connected.
Old Isin can feel that... you have complete trust in this creature... as though it is your one and only friend...
Yet... you traveled on your long, arduous journey with no one but this beautiful creature...?
Lady, is this glory of yours replete with nothing but loneliness?

Kal'tsit : Loneliness doesn't affect my responsibilities in any way...
It seems we've got company. I'll go take care of them. Please stay here. Take care of Elliot.

Old Isin : Of course. Old Isin has ways to hide. After all, Old Isin has been hiding for far too long.

<Background 2>

[Elliot, not seeing Kal'tsit around, goes to Old Isin to ask him. ]

Elliot : Where's Kal'tsit?

Old Isin : Enemies are abound. She is fending them off with her trusted partner.

Elliot : You mean that weird creature...
Why are you looking into the distance like that? Are you worried about her?

Old Isin : No, Old Isin is not worried. She has a tenacious spirit. Old Isin thinks not even death can stop her in her tracks, that's why Old Isin respects her. Old Isin has a question for her...

Elliot : What do you want to ask her...?

Old Isin : For the past hundred and some years... Old Isin has had the same dream again and again.
In those dreams, there stands a magnificent city among the golden sands. The city moves, and the sky seen from its towers is purer and clearer than ever...
The young pasha stands next to Old Isin, and there is always a vast, empty swath of land before our eyes. The young padishah would always begin to recount to Old Isin...
Yet Old Isin is too old... Old Isin forgets. Old Isin's crimes are unforgivable.

Elliot : (He's talking to himself again...)

Old Isin : Old Isin has always sought this answer. Old Isin has been waiting for someone who knows of the city and its glory.
All those who had to do with the city yet live in the dream. Some have forgotten, but a great many of us still look back fondly on our homeland...
We built this city with our own hands under the padishah's leadership. A great city. Even if Catastrophes bring it to its ruins, that city is the true beginning of the Land of Reefsteep...
The Sargonians of Ibut must never forget anything about Reefsteep... yet... Old Isin has forgotten... Old Isin is unforgivable.

Elliot : You've been waiting for someone... to tell you what you've forgotten in your dreams?

The old fortune teller turns around, his smell ever rotten. His facial features are strange, and his bare fingers certainly do not resemble his actual age.
Old Isin smiles happily.

<Background 3>

[Kal'tsit confronts the attackers, who turned out to be the Sarkaz mercenaries from before. ]

Kal'tsit : ......

Mon3tr : (Roars)

Sarkaz Mercenary : You're the leader of those squads... I remember you.
How did you find us, Columbian?

Kal'tsit : Sarkaz... I'm not from Columbia.
(Sarkaz Tribal Dialect)

Sarkaz Mercenary : Hmm–?!
What's going on... Are you trying to control my mind?!
Fire! Stop her Arts.

[The Sarkaz mercs fire at Kal'tsit... ]

Kal'tsit : (Sarkaz Tribal Dialect)

[...but Mon3tr shields her... ]

Mon3tr : (Shrieks)

[...with its metallic hide deflecting the arrows. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : What...? Not even the highest grade arrows could harm that monster?!
We don't have enough info to work with... She seems to be a Caster. Be careful!

Kal'tsit : Sarkaz... The Lord Ameer of Ibut hired you, didn't he?

Sarkaz Mercenary : You think I'm about to tell you?

Kal'tsit : No... The Ibuti Lord Ameer has a deep, personal grudge against Victoria. I only got a brief glimpse, so it's possible I'm mistaken, but the arrows just now were indeed Victorian.
Looks like your real employer... The current padishah, Murad, is far more crafty than I expected.
A patient ruler, fanning the flames between the different forces without a care in the world. Perhaps he had anticipated the plans of the Columbians and the local lords ameer all along?

Sarkaz Mercenary : Heh, you know about the padishah, and still you dare come to Sargon? I'll never know what's going on in you Columbians' heads. What, you got Originium in your brain?
Padishah Murad wants just the box and nothing else. Give it to us, and all of us get to leave this place alive.
You haven't destroyed it, have you?

Kal'tsit : Only because it isn't mine.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Heh... You're a stubborn one.
The Ibuti Lord Ameer's self-righteousness earned him the padishah's anger. I have no idea who hired those Columbian mercenaries, but I can at least tell you they won't be putting up a fight anymore.
This pointless war is coming to an end soon. Padishah Murad gave us the authority to bring all this to an end.

Kal'tsit : If that were the case, why would an almighty Sargon padishah hire mercenaries to do his bidding here, instead of sending his personal guards?

Sarkaz Mercenary : This has got way too much to do with Columbia, after all, but none of that matters to you and me right now. You got a decision to make here, Operations Adviser.
All you gotta know is that there's no one coming to save you in this desert.

Mon3tr : (Lightly stretches body)

Sarkaz Mercenary : (Watch out for that creature. No idea what it actually is, but it's gonna be tricky to take it down.)

Kal'tsit : (Sarkaz Tribal Dialect)

Sarkaz Mercenary : –!
You–
–No, it can't be! This isn't just normal Arts–
Devil speak? You're a Columbian! How–
(Sargonian) Enough!
(Sargonian) Talk to us in Victorian or Sargonian, or else we'll shoot!

Kal'tsit : Are you from Kazdel?

Sarkaz Mercenary : Kazdel...?
Just a bedtime story for kids. I have no idea what you have to do with Sarkaz, but this doesn't change anything about the situation we're in.
Be quick with it and hand the box over. All the padishah wants is the tech.

Kal'tsit : This will set off the beginning of Sargon's destruction. Padishah Murad is not a scientist. He doesn't understand the devastation it can cause.

Sarkaz Mercenary : He doesn't need to understand, nor do we.

Kal'tsit : Is Sargon your homeland, Sarkaz?

Sarkaz Mercenary : I've lived in Sargon for as long as I can remember.
We snuck around in the back alleys and hid our horns, and we lived in the filthiest of places.
Picking up arms is the only way we get to eat. It's simple. All of us are practically natural-born Infected. It's do or die, and that's what drives us.
Tsk–So what are you saying?

Kal'tsit : Only Sarkaz with a firm will can escape the ancient language's influence. The language itself is a kind of Sarkaz witchery. What's the source of your conviction? Your mission, or your greed?

Sarkaz Mercenary : Well, I gotta admit... Your mind trick might actually have worked. I still haven't ordered anyone to open fire. I'm still chitchatting with you with all the patience in the world, even.

Kal'tsit : All I can see before me is a Sarkaz trying his best to survive using the simplest method he knows.

Mon3tr : (Looks around on alert)

Sarkaz Mercenary : Enough of this crap. I thought you were a Columbian mercenary leader. Stop pussyfooting around!

Kal'tsit : Padishah Murad won't allow any Sarkaz to know his dirtiest secrets.
You fought off all the other squads vying for this trophy. Don't you suppose the lords ameer's men were not among them, masquerading as mercenaries?
And between the exorbitant amounts in taxes and the lives of a few Sarkaz assassins, what do you think Padishah Murad's choice will be?

Sarkaz Mercenary : Of course we're aware of that, but if we let you go now, does that mean we'll be raking in even more dough, or our Oripathy will be cured right away?
Don't get the wrong idea. We live at the padishah's mercy. We don't have a choice.

Kal'tsit : Perhaps I can give you a choice.
(Sarkaz Tribal Dialect)

Sarkaz Mercenary : Hmph–You want to turn us against him, and you want us to serve–
–Serve Kazdel... a place we haven't so much as seen...?
Don't make me laugh, Caster! The Sarkaz homeland? There's nothing there but a bunch of ruins! You bookworm types should know better than any of us just how much is left of Kazdel!
(Get the Casters ready. Focus your fire on that monster. You two, we'll take the bitch down the first opportunity we got.)

Kal'tsit : Too bad. Looks like negotiation's not on the table anymore.

Sarkaz Mercenary : This isn't even negotiation–Tsk, what is this even, mercy? You're the one who's surrounded right now!
Yeah, you're right... You know how to strike fear, but if we don't give the padishah an answer he's satisfied with by tomorrow, we aren't going to escape death either.
Just like I told you, we don't have a choice.
Open fire!

[The Sarkaz mercs open fire at Kal'tsit but she uses her Arts (or something else?) to shield herself from the shots. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : What's that behind the smoke...? Is that the monster?
Not even a scratch...?
You, "Kazdel" Caster. What are you?

Mon3tr : –

Kal'tsit : You didn't have to be someone else's tool.

Sarkaz Mercenary : I want to live.
Besides, this is how it's always been. A Sarkaz has no right to dream about the future.
Draw your blades! Attack!

After operation

Summary

Having arrived at the black market, Kal'tsit has begun preparing for her journey with Old Isin's assistance. On the other hand, Elliot is hesitating. He must cut loose his past, and he chooses to remain in Sargon.

「Modern Day
4:14 P.M. \ Clear
Central Sargon, Ibut Region, Warzone 」

<Background 4>

"Sand Soldier" : I find myself looking back on those events often, during my most difficult times.
Whenever I grow tired of striking the iron, whenever I am unsatisfied with inferior materials that result in products less than satisfactory–The events I witnessed that day immediately come to mind.

Sesa : –So you took care of all those mercenaries by yourself–?

Heavyrain : No, he planted those weapons beforehand... and they self-destructed.

Sesa : I'm surprised you could bring yourself to actually do it... Didn't you make all those things yourself...?

"Sand Soldier" : What kind of craftsman has lingering affection for their creations? The reason we pour our emotions into our work is to create an even more refined product, not to be tied down by our feelings.

Heavyrain : So you had it all figured out beforehand, eh?

"Sand Soldier" : I eliminated all the factors unbeneficial to us. What is wrong about that?

Sesa : –Ugh, this burnt smell stinks...

"Sand Soldier" : Don't tell me Rhodes Island claims to be pacifist.
Though I can certainly tell you two are not.

Sesa : So... what did you see that day again...?

"Sand Soldier" : Ah, has either of you personally seen her in combat?
It is as though she had a birds-eye view from up in the sky. Everything was under her control.

<Background 3>

Old Isin : We're close. Very close.
Sarkaz... Devils... She won. She won indeed. Old Isin knew this is exactly how it would turn out...

Elliot : Ahem, do you have to follow me around?

Old Isin : Of course, Lady Kal'tsit asked Old Isin to. Until the moment she steps out of Sargon, her wish is Old Isin's command.

Elliot : Hmm, is that her over there...?

On the other side of the hills, the smell of Originium gunpowder and blood yet lingers in the sandstorm, a phenomenon that has become all but natural to Elliot.
A gust of wind blows past, carrying away with it the dust. Under the clear sun, the strange creature's large stature appears as though it is distorting even the sunlight.
There, Kal'tsit stands solemnly.
She is as calm and quiet as one can be.

<Background fades out and in>

[The Sarkaz mercs' commander lies on the ground, dying. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : *Cough*–

Kal'tsit : You could've become a warrior, nameless mercenary. A Sarkaz Warrior.

Sarkaz Mercenary : My death... is for a greater purpose, Caster.
Not going to finish me?

Kal'tsit : Let's see–

[Mon3tr slashes the Sarkaz merc, though it's not enough to finish him off. ]

Mon3tr : (Angry low roar)

Sarkaz Mercenary : Tsk... This monster... I'm more than ready to die. Are a few extra scratches that much to ask for?

Mon3tr : (Roars)

[Kal'tsit punches the Sarkaz merc, knocking him down. ]

Kal'tsit : Enough, Mon3tr.
He's a dead man with those injuries.

Mon3tr : (Dissatisfied hisses)

Sarkaz Mercenary : Hah... Looks like we saved the padishah some trouble...

Kal'tsit : Sarkaz... What's your name...?

Sarkaz Mercenary : Pfft... Which one?
Tell me, Caster. The Kazdel you were talking about... How does it look now?

Kal'tsit : Terrible still.
But the Sarkaz are rebuilding their homes.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Home...? How could us devils... us Infected possibly have one...
I've never left Sargon...

Kal'tsit : The Sarkaz have tried to rebuild "Kazdel", their home for centuries, though they have never succeeded.
Everyone has a different idea as to what the term 'homeland' means, but as it stands right now, Kazdel is perhaps as close as you can get to the term's original meaning.
The "Teekaz" deserve a home.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Tsk... That does...
...have a nice ring to it...

Kal'tsit : ......

[Old Isin walks toward Kal'tsit. ]

Old Isin : Poor devil, poor devil. He is gone, no longer with us.

Kal'tsit : You two shouldn't have come.

Old Isin : You made quite a ruckus here. Old Isin thinks this place could use some cleaning to avoid catching anyone's attention...

Elliot : You took all of them down by yourself...?

Mon3tr : (Shakes head in dissatisfaction)

Elliot : Um, okay. You two... took down a whole mercenary squad? How many of them were there?

Kal'tsit : It was no easy task. I would've been in quite a tight spot if they weren't as afraid of Mon3tr as they were.
Let's pick up the pace. We've already found ourselves in seven skirmishes since we left Redhorn.
And now we have an entire Sarkaz mercenary squad. We'll likely face the lord ameer's guards next or the padishah's elite troops. No matter the case, the more we run, the more fierce our enemies become.

Old Isin : Old Isin gets the impression that you didn't want to kill them?

Kal'tsit : You're not wrong.

Old Isin : You seem to have special feelings for Sarkaz... Oh, pardon Old Isin. Old Isin should not have asked.
The sun is setting soon, Lady Kal'tsit. We must bury these bodies right away. It looks like their sand buggy will save us quite a bit...

Kal'tsit : We need to be quick.

<Background black>

「Can knowledge be a means to buy over a person's heart? Elliot has never so much as thought about that. He used to be naive, but he was also gifted precisely because of this. Of course, he cannot understand why Old Isin would follow everything Kal'tsit says after that exchange of theirs.
It is as though he lives in the distant past. He merely gazes at the far end of Sargon's golden sands, waiting for someone to come give him the answer he has always sought.
Is knowing what the answer is all that he ever wanted? 」

<Background 5>

Old Isin : This... is the entrance to the old market. This is the Reefsteep Town.

Elliot : Yet another Sargon town...

Old Isin : Old Isin knows where the entrance is... The old market is no secret. Anyone has the right to look for that which they want here.
Come with Old Isin.

<Background 6>

Black Market Resident : Old Isin...? I thought you died in the golden sands!

Old Isin : Old Isin is fortunate to survive.

Black Market Resident : Hm, are those two behind you Columbians...? Columbians on the run. That box they have gotta be worth some money, then.

Elliot : ...!

Black Market Resident : Oh, relax. Why so tense? I'll give you 400 gold coins for that box.

Kal'tsit : Sorry, but it's not for sale.

Black Market Resident : Ah, that's too bad...
No worries, I'm sure we'll have more chances to do business with each other. Isn't that right, Old Isin? Haha.

Old Isin : Please don't let it get to you, Lady. This happens often here.
She isn't actually that curious about the box...

Kal'tsit : If she actually had her mind set on it, we well wouldn't be getting much sleep in the future.

Elliot : She opened at 400 coins...?

Old Isin : This is the Reefsteep Black Market. The vibrant heart of Ibut.

Elliot : How long are we staying here...?

Old Isin : This will be a long journey. It will take Old Isin time to prepare. Perhaps two weeks.

Kal'tsit : Isin, I'm counting on you.

Old Isin : Mm, what is this for...? Gold coins? Old Isin needs no money at all...

Kal'tsit : Our enemies are still coming after us. We need to get the preparations done as soon as possible.

Old Isin : Old Isin understands, but please keep your coins. Old Isin is in no place to take them... and Old Isin still has much to ask you.

Kal'tsit : Very well, I understand... Feel free to ask me any time. Even now.

Old Isin : Thank you... Old Isin is far too old... Old Isin has forgotten far too many important things.
Alas, most of those who remembers what I wish to know have come and gone. That is why Old Isin is looking for clues...
Lady, you are young. Normally, Old Isin would not hold out hope for those your age... but you know of that city, the secrets that disappeared in those great winds long ago.

Kal'tsit : What do you want to remember, old Savra?

Old Isin : Old Isin once served a padishah... The Padishah of the Land of Reefsteep. The padishah saw Old Isin as a friend and would even die for Old Isin. An honor Old Isin can never fully repay...
Yet... it has been far too long. Old Isin has forgotten the words of the padishah. Before Old Isin dies, Old Isin must remember his words.

Kal'tsit : The disaster that destroyed the city left you directionless.

Old Isin : It has been too long, Lady. Look, you remember even that Catastrophe–

Kal'tsit : The padishah who ruled Reefsteep doesn't show up in the history books much, but, at the very least, the written accounts and folklores do not mention a Savra fortune teller.
It will probably take some time if you want to figure out who you are.

Old Isin : Oh, that's fine–Even if you must leave this place behind and there is still a long wait ahead, Old Isin will patiently await your return.
Old Isin dares not to die. Old Isin only asks you to remember this.

Kal'tsit : I promise you.

Old Isin : Please, come with Old Isin. Old Isin has a home here. An old dwelling...

Elliot : Umm...?

<Background 7>

Elliot : Isn't this just a normal–Wait, what's this?
Pure gold–?
You buried a whole mountain of pure gold here?!

Old Isin : These are Old Isin's riches... but Old Isin had no way to spend them. Now, Old Isin is glad to finally give them purpose.

Kal'tsit : That's no small sum you have. Has no one gone after your riches before?

Old Isin : Old Isin was the padishah's favorite courtier. Even if Old Isin had not a bean to his name, Old Isin will always be protected.
Old Isin will get started with the preparations now.

Kal'tsit : What do you want to know?

Old Isin : Far too much, my lady...
But you possess all the answers.

<Background 8>

[Kal'tsit and Elliot walks outside at nightfall. ]

Elliot : It feels pretty empty up here...

Kal'tsit : A black market always starts out as a normal underground bazaar. It's a fairly common sight for areas barraged by Catastrophes.
When nightfall comes, the lights are moved underground.

Elliot : ......

Kal'tsit : Something on your mind?

Elliot : I've been on the run with you for a while now, but you're still keeping me in the dark for a lot things. Like that old Savra with amnesia.

Kal'tsit : Long ago... there used to be a city here. The only nomadic city in Ibut's vast territory.
The building of a city is a miracle in itself, but, before the Reefsteep Padishah, no one had managed to unite all of Ibut. And the symbol of that unity? That city among the golden sands.
That was what inspired everyone to unite under his rule. That era was not that long ago, and I believe there are still a fair amount of people out there wallowing in their homeland's former glory.
Unfortunately, it was not meant to last. The city met its fate during a Catastrophe. Supposedly, after the padishah had evacuated all his citizens and workers, he simply lamented and lashed out at the gathering storm.

Elliot : Lash out... at the Catastrophe?

Kal'tsit : That's how it was recorded in history, at least, but it most likely actually happened.
The Catastrophe laid waste on the padishah's grand achievement in a brief moment. In just one night, all its citizens became refugees. They very well could have built a new home together, but with the destruction of the city... everything was left behind in that sandstorm, forgotten.

Elliot : ......

Kal'tsit : Old Isin was among them. The lords ameer and the new padishah didn't want to spend a huge sum of money to rebuild the city. Thanks to that, their descendants likely had no idea where to begin to rebuild their homeland.
This filled them with grief, and this is also why they give all those who still respect the "Land of Reefsteep" the same amount of respect.

Elliot : So... Is that why they're helping us...? Because it's like helping out their countrymen?
From the looks of it, we'll get to leave Sargon soon, right?

Kal'tsit : If everything goes well, we should be leaving Sargon territory within the month.

Elliot : And we're going to Ursus?

Kal'tsit : That's right.

Elliot : Why?
I don't get it. Did you really abandon everything you had in Columbia and came to Sargon just to keep our research from becoming the powder keg that sparks a war?

Kal'tsit : None of you could've possibly foreseen what the chain of events would eventually lead to.

Elliot : And you can...?

Kal'tsit : If you really want me to give you an answer, I'll say yes.

Elliot : It would be so much easier for you if you killed me and destroyed the box now... but, here you are, letting me hold onto it.

Kal'tsit : Do you want me to do that?

Elliot : No...
At first... I was really bothered that I was the only survivor, but I don't feel that way anymore.
Kal'tsit... If I give you this box now, will you do something for me... for us?

Kal'tsit : You know the Ibuti Lord Ameer was dragged into this mess. From Sargon to Columbia, the accomplices of this conspiracy are everywhere.

Elliot : But I still want them to pay the price...
See, this box–It's my one and only trump card.

Kal'tsit : But once it's destroyed, you'll have nothing–

Elliot : –Nothing?
Actually... Kal'tsit, ever since the beginning, I've always felt I didn't need this box.
I remember all the details, and I can replicate our past results.

Kal'tsit : You...

Elliot : Of course, it'll take a long time, and there's probably going to be lots of difficult issues... but I think I can do it.
If, just like you said, there's some kind of way to turn this Originium energy source into a weapon–

Kal'tsit : ......

Elliot : This is the first time you are looking me in the eyes, Kal'tsit. The first time you aren't treating me as a kid or someone to be protected, but as a scientist, a Columbian.

Kal'tsit : Perhaps I've been underestimating you because of your age, Elliot.

Elliot : Relax, I won't let these bad guys use the Professor's research as they please. I won't.
But I will use it to finish one last thing.

Kal'tsit : You don't understand how Professor Thorne's research came to be.

Elliot : I heard him say before that the basis of the technology came from a set of ancient ruins that archaeologists found in Sarkaz, and it could provide nomadic cities an entirely new and convenient energy source–

Kal'tsit : –I'll say it again. If misused, this could easily bury half of Sargon under its golden sands.

Elliot : Hmm...
Well, you were the head of the mercenaries to begin with. You probably have a few other tricks up your sleeve just to be safe, don't you, "Adviser?"
Such as... taking me out right now. The way you people like to take care of things.

Kal'tsit : ......

Mon3tr : (Happy sounds)

Elliot : ......

Kal'tsit : ...
Go back inside...

Elliot : You–

Kal'tsit : Enough with the tough act, Elliot. With the way you are now, you can't make a sensible decision.
You should really think about what it is that you want to do carefully.

<Background 6>

Old Isin : Thank you, thank you. This is all that Old Isin wants.

Black Market Resident : You're going so far away?

Old Isin : Old Isin won't be going... Old Isin will go nowhere.

Black Market Resident : Alright, your call. You got the cash, and I got the goods. It's as simple as that.
You need any help packing?

Old Isin : No, no need. We must keep my lady's whereabouts a secret...

Kal'tsit : Isin.

Old Isin : Ah, my lady. The preparations are almost complete. We have medicine, food, water, and a small amount of refined Originium Ingots.

Black Market Resident : This car here's stolen, and it's already been modified about four or five times by the Vouivre.
It's kinda beat up, but that's the only downside to it. It's got everything you want in a car, even got a Multi-Grenade Launcher.
I heard you guys are going north? Where to? Sami, perhaps? Whoa, will you guys actually make it that far?

Old Isin : As for your compensation...

Black Market Resident : All pure gold? I ain't giving change, you know. That's a pain in the butt.

Old Isin : Just like how we were treated in the old days, Old Isin is never stingy when it comes to compensation.

Black Market Resident : Heh. Well, thanks!

[The black market traders leave as Kal'tsit goes to Old Isin. ]

Kal'tsit : Let's call it a day here, Isin.

Old Isin : Very well, my lady... If all goes well, you will be departing on your journey within the next three days.

<Background fades out and in>

Black Market Resident : –Leithanian Arts Units' parts are nice and all, but they're such a hassle to use, and they are usually pretty rough. The Columbians make much better stuff.
I got some new wares here... Originium weapons straight from Minos. They...
–Once you place the order, you gotta buy it. What about it don't you understand–

Old Isin : How lively... Old Isin doesn't hate this place at all.

Kal'tsit : If you have wealth and status here, why roam the streets elsewhere in Ibut?

Old Isin : Old Isin wants to help Sargonians. This ideal helped Old Isin move forward and helped support his many lifetimes.

Kal'tsit : Compared to the average lifespan of a Savra, you have lived quite a long time. Is this an effect of your Originium Arts?

Old Isin : Old Isin... has forgotten even what his Originium Arts could do... Old Isin can fiddle with this Originium crystal ball, but Old Isin does not remember what kind of tricks it conjured up back in those grand, radiant days.

Kal'tsit : This isn't a normal physiological disease. Your brain and body are under the influence of some kind of Arts.

Old Isin : Lady Kal'tsit... Old Isin thinks that, with the Reefsteep lost to the storm, perhaps there are no more clues to be found anywhere but in the centermost areas of Sargon...
Have you been to that fabled golden city?

Kal'tsit : You mean the capital of Sargon?
Though its industrial prowess has been advancing day by day, Sargon's capital has never once opted to relocate its nomadic city.

Old Isin : In the winds, the sands ceaselessly beat against Sargon's walls as time goes on and on...

Kal'tsit : Even Catastrophes cannot rock Sargon's core.

Old Isin : Old Isin thinks what he has forgotten is there. Old Isin can remember everything there... but that is a place that Old Isin can never reach...

Kal'tsit : Only the padishahs and a few lords ameer who were granted the royal privilege may see that city hidden deep within the sandstorms.
You said you wanted an answer.

Old Isin : Old Isin remembers nothing but a dream... In the dream, amid those boundless hotlands, the armies simply charged toward the horizon devoid of people...

Kal'tsit : –!

Old Isin : All Old Isin remembers of it is that the Iron Heels hoisted a scarlet web and charged toward the southernmost horizons of Sargon.
But this has nothing to do with the Reefsteep. Is this perhaps a key that could lead to Old Isin's past?

Kal'tsit : Hang on a second. Could you–
Wait...
You could not have known that... The conquest of the Kheshigs of Nightzmora took place over a thousand years ago... How does this have anything to do with Reefsteep?

Old Isin : Kheshigs... The Nightzmora's royal debt... Old Isin knows. Old Isin knows... but why?

Kal'tsit : ...
Did you serve a Nightzmoran offspring?
The king of Sargon created a Kuranta of Nightzmoran blood padishah?

Old Isin : Old Isin... seems to...
Padishah... Reefsteep Padishah... Old Isin's master a Kuranta? A descendant of Nightzmora?

Kal'tsit : The two of you made for the Watchman's walls together, and he must have recounted to you the exploits of his bloodline... something that he must've taken pride in.

Old Isin : –!
Walls, yes, but no mere city walls. It was to the south. Yes, the south! Atop the hotlands that not even Sargonians would set foot on, there stood the entrance to lands yet undiscovered by man–

Kal'tsit : Nightzmora... A Nightzmoran was created padishah, and the Ibut region was once the center of his political exploits.
He didn't choose to merely wallow in the luxuries promised to him by the lords ameer. Instead, his thirst for conquest drove him to...

Old Isin : ...to conquer these deserts, yes... The padishah wanted to conquer these golden sands. He led the people, and built an entirely new city... A nomadic city...

Kal'tsit : According to the history books, he almost succeeded.
As for you, even though he treated you with nothing but benevolence, even though he passed away long ago... you remain lost in his life.

Old Isin : Old Isin...
Old Isin remembers now...
Old Isin is not a gatekeeper... and certainly not the padishah's close friend... Old Isin was... just a jester before them...

Kal'tsit : ......

Old Isin : No... Old Isin remembers now... No, no, no... Was it those summer nights?
*Cough*–

Kal'tsit : Please, calm down a little.

Old Isin : ......
Right... Age has left Old Isin's memories in a muddle... You are right... Once upon a time, the padishah would hold a banquet at his palace every starry night and address all those in attendance.
No... No... *Whimpers*... Old Isin... was undeserving to bask in his glory and radiance... *Whimpers*...

Kal'tsit : You've been under his Originium Arts' influence, and the long nightmare has twisted your thinking... Though this is not something he had done to you deliberately.

Old Isin : His subjects went voluntarily. There was none who could resist those extraordinary fantasies, curiosity, longing, and thirst for knowledge. All of it worked to keep us enthralled by the padishah's charm.

Kal'tsit : You were lost in your own dreams.

Old Isin : No... It shouldn't be... Old Isin shouldn't...

Kal'tsit : ......

Old Isin : Please... Allow Old Isin a brief moment of peace... Please... leave Old Isin alone...

<Background 7>

Elliot : ...!

Kal'tsit : We're leaving tomorrow.

Elliot : What about Old Isin...?

Kal'tsit : He needs some time to clear up his thoughts.
The Nightzmora had been tormenting him for way too long. He's been trying to embrace the past in his dreams.

Elliot : I don't get it...

Kal'tsit : We have no use for the box anymore.
It was our final trump card, but now that we are leaving Sargon behind us, it makes no difference to us anymore.

Elliot : This is mine...
The last thing I still have.

Kal'tsit : That's why I'm leaving the decision to you...
What will you do?

Elliot : ...!
You're forcing me to make a decision...

Kal'tsit : I'm not forcing you to do anything. Even if you are actually able to replicate technology behind it and break away from its original... form, with where the Originium industries are currently, that will do you no good at all.

Elliot : Tsk...

「The young researcher sets the box down after hesitating briefly.
He has almost completely forgotten what is inside the box despite the fact he has kept it on his person for the entire journey. 」

Elliot : This...

「The blue Originium crystals are discharging tiny, stable sparks. 」

Elliot : It's beautiful...
Is this... really as dangerous as you've been making it out to be?

Kal'tsit : A simple sample such as this won't help explain why. Once you master the core principles behind it, you will be able to craft from it a grenade capable of wiping out an entire city with ease.
What do you think will happen if the Ibuti Lord Ameer or Padishah Murad got their hands on this technology?

Elliot : The technology is still being developed. The bad guys will get their hands on it sooner or later.

Kal'tsit : The truth is... this Originium crystal sample is the only one of its kind.
As an Originium crystal, it actually isn't particularly special on its own. It is how it came to take its current form that makes it special. It was found in an excavation.

Elliot : You can always count on the archaeologists to discover new secrets...

Kal'tsit : The Columbians only ever found three Originium samples like this one. Without exception... they all came from the surroundings of a certain Sarkaz ruin.

Elliot : What's going to happen if you destroy them?

Kal'tsit : The sample's explosive range is hardly comparable to the electrical devices we use in experiments. However, because of its nature, it will nonetheless put us in danger–the danger of being infected with Oripathy.

Elliot : Well, alright.
You said it's one of a kind? Well, then. I know how to take care of it now.

Kal'tsit : –Wait!
You can't–Mon3tr, protect him!

Mon3tr : (Dissatisfied shrieks)

「The boy smashed the beautiful crystal to pieces. 」

「In an instant, the bright light of the electric sparks has engulfed everything in the immediate area. 」

<Background 7>

Elliot : Agh–Why... are you stopping me...?!

Kal'tsit : Didn't you hear me...? This is a piece of Originium!
You will get infected!

Elliot : Gah... hah...
So what?!

Kal'tsit : ......

Elliot : Do you hate the Infected? Do you despise them? Hah.
Well, perfect! I don't owe you anything anymore now–!

Kal'tsit : I'm Infected myself...

Elliot : Uh–Wha–
Ugh... Argh...! It hurts...! My head...!

Kal'tsit : Those are the symptoms of an acute infection. We need to get you treated right away.

Elliot : I don't–Argh–need it–!

Kal'tsit : I'm just keeping you from turning to Originium dust within the next few hours.
You chose the wrong path, Elliot.
Even if you were trying to shatter your own fate, this is the worst possible method you could choose.

Elliot : Ugh... Uhh... Eugh!

<Background fades out and in>

Kal'tsit : Elliot Glover...
You are now an Infected. This is the fate you chose for yourself.

Elliot : Aghh... Hahh...!
Well, this is just the perfect fate for me, then...

Kal'tsit : If you don't want to live a life of suffering, I have many ways to set you on your way.

Elliot : No... I just... guh.
Perhaps this... will help me... break away from these shackles... Now I have nothing... to do with my past...
Sorry... for dragging you into this mess...

Kal'tsit : I'm surprised you can still apologize.

Elliot : That's because I hate you too, Kal'tsit...

Kal'tsit : I thought you weren't going to treat me like a Columbian anymore.

Elliot : No... That's not why...
Do you really think you can decide somebody else's fate for them...?

Kal'tsit : I've never once thought I could.

Elliot : But that is exactly what you are doing, Kal'tsit... even though no one could say you made the wrong decision doing that...
*Sigh*... but it's all coming to an end now, isn't it?

Kal'tsit : ......

Elliot : Ugh, ha...

Kal'tsit : This doesn't change when I will be leaving, and you need to lay down and get some rest right now.

Elliot : So is this what Oripathy is...?

Kal'tsit : It differs from person to person.

Elliot : So does that mean... I don't need to use those Arts Units to conduct Arts Device experiments now?

Kal'tsit : You haven't received any in-depth Originium Arts education, and it will just kill you even sooner.

Elliot : So you are saying I can do it.

Kal'tsit : ......

Elliot : Yeah... That's not so bad.

<Background 6>

Old Isin : Keep going straight, and you will reach another way out of the black market.
Only Old Isin knows of this exit. No one has even been here.
An altar.
A grave.
My lady... There will be no obstacles in your way.

Kal'tsit : ......

Elliot : ......

Kal'tsit : Elliot.
I'm going to Ursus.

Elliot : I know that. Why are you telling me this now?

Kal'tsit : That's not important. What I'm asking you is... Are you going to stick with me?
You could go back to Columbia to continue your business. Before you make your decision, at the very least.

Old Isin : ......

Kal'tsit : Or you could stay.

Elliot : –!

Kal'tsit : Old Isin is right. No one controls fate itself.
He will help you.

Old Isin : If that is my lady's wish, Old Isin will offer you his assistance, dear child.

Elliot : You're saying all this now...?

Kal'tsit : I can't decide your future for you.
Even if you try to prove to me you're cutting off ties with your past, no matter how extreme your methods, you know from the beginning this is how you've always felt deep inside your heart.

Elliot : ......

Kal'tsit : I'm stopping war, I'm stopping the Sargonian civil unrest set off by the legacy of Sarkaz witchcraft, and I'm preventing a large-scale Originium infection–That's my goal, to put it simply.

Elliot : So you're saying... You've already succeeded?
And what do you think of all those people who died on your quest?
I get it. I know you saved me. You were really there to save us, and I owe you my life–But they weren't just making preparations for war. That's not their crime–
–War has already started, Kal'tsit.
You've seen it, haven't you? You've been in so many battles on your journey. How many people have you killed? And how many of them were out to kill us?
The padishah, the lords ameer. The civil war has started already. If all this come to an end, does it really mean they will gladly set aside their differences and start throwing parties?

Kal'tsit : You don't understand how the Sargon nobles and the lords ameer work. Their corruption and pride will bog them down.

Elliot : So you'll just... come up with some pointless summary and get up and leave?
I can't, Kal'tsit. Sorry... but I can't.

Kal'tsit : What do you want to do?

Elliot : I will find every last one of them...

Kal'tsit : ......

Elliot : From Sargon to Columbia.
All of them.

Old Isin : Ah... Persistence.
Looks like the child has made up his mind, my lady.

Kal'tsit : ...
This is the choice he made, Isin.

Old Isin : Old Isin knows. Old Isin respects both of your wishes. Old Isin is very old, after all. Old Isin wants to leave behind a kindling that will spark a new fire...

Elliot : Will you help me?

Old Isin : To the best of my ability, my child.

Elliot : Thanks...
Thanks.
Then, Kal'tsit–
It's time for us to say goodbye.

<Background black>

Newly awaken from his nightmares, the old man reminisces the glory of the old days as tears well up in his eyes.
The young researcher contemplates to himself. The anger welling up in him manages to suppress even the pain of his infection.
As for Kal'tsit, she merely stays quiet, saying not a word.
The nomad then takes her leave by herself.

<Background 6>

Old Isin : My lady... Please do not forget Old Isin's reward.
In some twenty years, you will return with a gold coin to take away with you this helpless soul.

<Background 3>

[Kal'tsit gazes to the vast dunes ahead. ]

Kal'tsit : ...
Mon3tr, it's time to go.

Operation story: WD-8

Before operation

Summary

The snowstorm at the Victorian manor grows stronger by the moment. Heidi and her father have devoted themselves to maintaining Victoria's peace. During her conversation with Kal'tsit, the snow suddenly turns black as the will of Ursus approaches.

「13 Years Ago
8:09 P.M. \ Heavy snow
Victoria Border Autonomous Region, County of Toron, Vincent Manor 」

<Background 1>

Count Vincent : It is a great city. All Victorians should find time to pay it a visit and gaze upon its magnificence.

Pretentious Man : So you are saying our respectable dukes have not yet arrived at a conclusion?

Count Vincent : Yes, that is correct. They haven't yet. For the time being, Londinium is still a city without a master.

Merry Noblewoman : So I take it you had the fortune and privilege to tour Londinium with the Duke of Normandy?

Count Vincent : Alas, the Duke is forbidden from entering Londinium by law. Of course, he is a fine gentleman, so he would never be so presumptuous as to invite himself in, so we instead enjoyed dinner on a ship together in the Londinium countryside.

Tipsy Businessman : What kind of a hero is the Duke?

Count Vincent : Well... he is the most gracious and erudite of nobles. His views in economics and politics are unique and unparalleled. Not only that, but my understanding is that he is well-trained in music, and he possesses an impressive art collection, testament to his respect for the arts.
It is because of heroes like him that Victoria remains prosperous as ever!

<Background 2>

Kal'tsit : Despite not having a ruler for the past dozen or so years, Victoria has managed to maintain its stability.

Heidi : But the truth is that the Dukes were getting in each other's way behind the scenes, and that's not all...
If so many Victorian nobles actually fell victim to food poisoning and hunting accidents, then the country's noble rule would've crumbled to dust long ago.

Kal'tsit : And three years ago, your father nearly experienced that first hand.

Heidi : Yes...

Kal'tsit : His leg is actually injured.

Heidi : There is a noble who is an academic enemy of my father. They were at a cocktail party together, and he made his move after the party.

Kal'tsit : That must have been well disguised, if it was thought to be an accident.

Heidi : My father had a few leads, but he didn't want this affair to get in the way of relaying intelligence.

Kal'tsit : How many of Thomson's men are there in this manor right now?

Heidi : A lot of them, such as the ones you were talking to earlier... They also paid my father's villa a visit before tonight's party.

Kal'tsit : Richard was quite critical of your father just now...

Heidi : Ahaha... I suppose he spoke much of it from his heart... He has had quite the rivalry with my father for the past several years...

Kal'tsit : Yet they still assemble around Thomson. Your father is a good leader.

Heidi : Not without your guidance, Lady Kal'tsit.
Who could have thought back then... that the Laterano cleric who came to visit Victoria would become our most trusted mentor?

Kal'tsit : Our goals are one and the same.

Heidi : Kal'tsit. They will get out of this unscathed... We will get out of this unscathed, will we?

Kal'tsit : Heidi...
You need to look around with your own eyes. If you truly wish to step into this world, then you cannot allow civilization's facades blind you anymore... You need to see this world yourself.
Comforting words are meaningless. You will grow up one day.

<Background 1>

Count Vincent : Now, unpleasant as it may be, I must say I heard a rumor from the lesser nobles and ruffians...

Merry Noblewoman : My, did they upset you?

Count Vincent : Right... As you can see, it was the Dukes' graciousness that forged the peace and prosperity enjoyed by our country today.
However, and this is something that even the traitors in Columbia are aware of, we also cannot deny that it has been a long time since Victoria has seen a rightful ruler ascend its throne.

Pretentious Man : And what of it? Does that not go to show we are becoming ever more powerful through our own means?

Count Vincent : You are correct, Richard, but there was also this opinion... It was naive and absurd... There was this crowd of men there each with their own goals...
They asked if Victoria truly needed a new ruler.

<Background 3>

Heidi : They all said Uncle Vincent's too much of a coward...
We're near the border, but we are being so complacent, not making any progress... This is our chance to fight for our rights... yet all Uncle Vincent knows to do is throwing parties in the manor.
Even this trip to Londinium. It hardly achieved any meaningful results.

Kal'tsit : This isn't your father's opinion. Thomson is not so foolish as to let radical atmosphere get to his head.

Heidi : But that's how the adults always complain to my father.

Kal'tsit : No foolish nobles would ever receive an audience with a real Duke.
Do you think that the Duke of Normandy really didn't intimidate Vincent with any harsh demands?
Toron is near the border, and there are few people here. In other words, this place is not under the influence of any major forces.

Heidi : Uncle Vincent...

Kal'tsit : This nobleman may seem uninterested in anything except celebrating this false peace with music and shows, but he is actually doing his best to uphold Toron's peace. That's despite the peace here... is fragile and easily broken.
His arrogance and temperance are just at the right level to hide his thoughts well, and those who actually understand his true intentions are few and far between.
Thomson would never place so much trust on a count severely lacking in courage, insight, and judgement. They may seem like they are heading down different paths, but these paths will lead them to the same destination.

Heidi : Hehe... It's nice to hear you say so.
Kal'tsit, are you not going to look at your mail?

Kal'tsit : From Londinium to Toron, these letters have made it halfway across Victoria.
How many hands has the letter passed through, and how many of them know of the whole truth of these events?

Heidi : There are lots–

Kal'tsit : Workers, newsboys, popcorn hawkers, park gardeners. They knew nothing of the letter's contents. They didn't even know who these words ultimately belong to.
But now this letter has made it to Thomson, and now me.
There is nothing to worry about.

Heidi : I see...
But what about the other one? The one from "Kazdel"...

Kal'tsit : It was handed straight to Thomson by a Sarkaz Messenger.
I told him how to contact Thomson himself, but if things had gone according to plan, he would've handed this straight to me.

Heidi : Yeah... but when that Sarkaz made it to Victoria...
Father did not know how the Sarkaz honor their heroes' death, so all we could do was cremate his body according to our traditions and scatter his ashes in the nomadic city's waterways.

Kal'tsit : I can't tell you his real name, but, at the very least, he died as a Messenger, and I will bring his story back to his homeland.
He won't be forgotten.

Heidi : Kal'tsit... Is this how you treat everyone?

Kal'tsit : Why do you ask?

Heidi : No, I was just thinking... Ah... Aaah...
Achoo!
Oh! P-Pardon me... How unbecoming of me...!

Kal'tsit : The snow is getting heavier. Let's head back inside.

Kal'tsit : I will pay Thomson a visit once this party is over.

Heidi : I am sure Father will be happy.
......
Should I perhaps hold your arm? That way no one will be suspicious of us.

Kal'tsit : If you think that is necessary.

Heidi : Okay... Hehe, you're so much taller than me.

Kal'tsit : You haven't grown at all, Heidi.

Heidi : Take a look outside, Kal'tsit. The snow is so heavy. I haven't seen this much snow in a very long time.

Kal'tsit : You are right. A snowstorm is coming.

Heidi ponders to herself: Just how many clouds are needed to shed so many snowflakes?
The white snow is scattering in all directions, gyrating into the sky as the wind blows past.
Where the pale yellow lights cannot illuminate has been shrouded in a thick mist that covers the entire city.
The night sky tonight is without stars and moonlight.
The black tidal wave is beginning to crash upon the beaches.
*Hiss*... *Huff*...

<Background 1>

Heidi : Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : ...
............
Black snow...

Heidi : Huh? I'm not seeing any...

Kal'tsit : Heidi, tell everyone to keep the party venue under control.
I need about an hour's time. Don't let anyone near the garden...

Heidi : I can do that... but what's going on with you all of a sudden?

Kal'tsit : We've got company.

Heidi : What...?
We may be on the border, but this manor belongs to a Victorian count! Who would–

Kal'tsit : –Heidi, if I don't come back to the manor, you and your father need to keep this secret.
Do not dig any deeper into this.

Heidi : But–

Kal'tsit : This is a warning as well as an order.

Heidi : –!

Kal'tsit : Be safe.

[Kal'tsit rushes outside the manor. ]

<Background 3>

Kal'tsit : ...
To the north of Sami and Ursus and to the south of Sargon... Those lands yet untrodden by man...
Whether the demons and monsters that dwell there are normal creatures is yet unknown, but they are far older than any country we know.
Humans have fought them for a long time. Indeed, this is a proposition worthy of further notice.
Until now...
Humans can now be the masters of their own countries.
The ancient Sargon king and the powerful Kheshigs hit it off right away, and the Nightzmora's Khagan strove to conquer all lands unexplored by civilization.
The results were impressive. No non-human threat ever set foot in Sargon territory again.
Sami has used countless witchcrafts and sacrifices to create their Snowpriests, and, one generation after another, the sorceresses lost themselves as they battled the enemies from beyond their borders.
And Ursus–You deployed the strongest elites to simply tear them to shreds. Wendigos in heavy armor or veteran war Casters.
And the Empire's ambitions are without limit. Your kind did not merely tear them to shreds.
You used the shreds of power left behind by those non-humans.

<Background 2>

Kal'tsit : Show yourself.
The will of Ursus drove you here.
You are far underestimating Victoria's might. The aura of demons lingers in your footsteps. Have you ever given any thought to where your responsibility lies?
Your mind can't already be taken by the demons, Royal Guard.

As the figure steps out into the light, the unilluminated darkness surrounding it begins to quiver.

[The one Kal'tsit is looking for reveals himself, who turned out to be one of the infamous Emperor's Blades of Ursus. ]

"Emperor's Blade" : I can smell the fear in you, traitor.

Kal'tsit : It took you a while to find me.

"Emperor's Blade" : If it wasn't for the uprising and its aftermath, I would've come to lay down your punishment long ago.
The imbeciles allowed you to escape. This has been an embarrassment, and they have already been executed for their incompetence.

Kal'tsit : Perhaps I should remind you again. The snowstorm here can bury entire cities, but they cannot erase the footsteps of a Royal Guard.
You are in Victoria, and there stands the manor of a Victorian count not a hundred meters behind me.
Do you understand the consequences of your actions–

"Emperor's Blade" : –Consequences?
Your threat is weak and empty. Wherever I stand, the earth beneath me belongs to the Empire of Ursus.
You never had the right to address me, traitor, not before the word "demon" left your lips. Soon, I will beat out of you how you came to know this secret...
Your understanding of the "demons" does not grant you a dialogue. You murdered an Ursus Grand Duke, and you know of our darkest secrets.
Your countless crimes... are worthy of a thousand deaths.

Kal'tsit : It seems we won't be convincing each other for the moment.
Though that applies only to... your evaluation of the situation on hand.

"Emperor's Blade" : Beast, bare your fangs!
You can't fool me!

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr...

Mon3tr : (Impatient braying)

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr, do not underestimate him.
He's no normal human.

"Emperor's Blade" : You hid a device here in the garden... No... a creature...? *Hiss*...
You know of the "demons," and you have a monster serving you. One that Ursus's vast knowledge is yet unaware of.
Perhaps your crimes have far exceeded my expectations.

Kal'tsit : Or perhaps I managed to make an impression on a Royal Guard.

"Emperor's Blade" : *Hiss*...!
I won't deny it, traitor.
But you have my curiosity. What drove you to betray our homeland...? No, no... Perhaps... my investigations did not fully uncover your entire past.
And it looks like that is indeed the case. Unlike the criminals who escaped to Sami, it appears you still have a trick up your sleeve.
Do not get the wrong idea... It is hardly a difficult matter... to kill you.

Kal'tsit : I suppose it's why you are staining this area around us?

"Emperor's Blade" : You needn't concern yourself. I know what I am doing.

Kal'tsit : –Mon3tr!

[The Blade strikes at Kal'tsit, but Mon3tr intercepts him and briefly engages in a clash where the Blade can't even scratch Mon3tr. ]

Mon3tr : (Wailing)–

"Emperor's Blade" : *Hiss*... I did not expect it to be this hard.
If your own flesh and blood is also as hardened, then, indeed, it makes you a formidable foe.

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr, come back. Don't chase after him.
Avoid the black mist. That's not mist at all.
This is far beyond the normal realm of Originium Arts... It looks like it has really been too long since I last dealt with the Emperor's Blade. You and your men have made remarkable progress.

"Emperor's Blade" : ......
You know this much about our secrets...?!
Even the most senior Ursus scientist would never be allowed to meddle in the Royal Guards' ancient ritual...

Kal'tsit : Ancient rituals. Yes, only the ceremonies of your crazed, self-proclaimed spiritual leaders could adorn your kinds with your demons.
You're a survivor of the Valley of the Setting Sun.

"Emperor's Blade" : *Hiss*...!

Kal'tsit : The Empire's will is always focused and unswerving, yet your goal seems to stray from your motherland's. At the very least, you are not that young.
You should not be fighting me, Royal Guard. Both you and I know that the job I finished was one that you and your men should've done yourselves, but never did.

"Emperor's Blade" : Don't be mistaken about where that right lies, traitor. You do not represent Deity Grypherburg's laws and prestige.

Kal'tsit : If you truly witnessed the whole uprising, Royal Guard, then you should understand this more so than anyone. The Empire's rise and fall has never truly been affected by dignity and honor.

"Emperor's Blade" : ......

Kal'tsit : Let me ask you this, then. Did the last emperor ever truly look down on Victoria from the bottom of his heart?

"Emperor's Blade" : ......
Perhaps I do not give you enough credit, traitor.
I will give you one last chance. Reveal your secrets, and I will grant you a dignified death.

Kal'tsit : Alas, given this death would have nothing to do with my own conviction, dignity was never on the table.
Mon3tr.

Mon3tr : (Elated braying)

"Emperor's Blade" : *Hiss*... *Huff*...

<Background black>

「As the fear in the air heightens, the Royal Guard draws his blade. He is about to execute Ursus's will. 」

After operation

Summary

Although Kal'tsit managed to injure the Royal Guard, she too is injured. Given the circumstances, the Royal Guard decides to accept Kal'tsit's excuse. Despite her wounds, Kal'tsit reads the letter from Kazdel and decides her next destination.

<Background 2>

[The Emperor's Blade engages in a fierce battle with Mon3tr. ]

"Emperor's Blade" : *Hiss*...!
This technique...! Your body's rigidity and your judgment are nothing alike! What are you?!

Mon3tr : (Howls)

Kal'tsit : Wait, Mon3tr!

[The Blade intercepts Mon3tr with a slash from his saber. ]

Mon3tr : (Sorrowful wailing)

"Emperor's Blade" : You humiliated me, monster... This is what you deserve.
Hmph!

Mon3tr : –

[Mon3tr collapses. ]

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr, readjust. He's on his last legs.

"Emperor's Blade" : *Hiss*...

Kal'tsit : Those are no minor injuries, Royal Guard.

"Emperor's Blade" : Likewise, traitor. You gave yourself an injection... You most certainly felt more than a poke in the arm.
How peculiar. By appearance, you are no different from a veteran warrior. You possess all the traits necessary for you to be the perfect soldier, yet you rely on a beast... a monster for your power.

Kal'tsit : The marks of battle can be covered, but the lands you've tainted can never bear fruit again. You should not have been so obstinate in your actions.

"Emperor's Blade" : You fear... Certainly, if you truly know our secrets, then you should feel nothing but fear right now.

Kal'tsit : "Each Royal Guard is himself a nation." The language of this saying is certainly colorful, but it also speaks the truth rather plainly.
Need I remind you? Your mask is fracturing. Reality is reacting to the evil that lingers in your body. The cage created by the ritual is beginning to fissure.
Or do you really believe that Victoria will turn a blind eye when an Ursus Royal Guard sets off a horrifying annihilation at a count's manor?

"Emperor's Blade" : ......

Kal'tsit : The Royal Guards' duty rests with all that exists in Ursus.

"Emperor's Blade" : Don't make me laugh...! I don't need a traitor to teach me what my duty is.

Kal'tsit : Tell me, then. Who do you serve? Ursus as it is now, or the great shadows of the past?

"Emperor's Blade" : ......

Kal'tsit : Tell me, Royal Guard. Do not bring shame to your title.
–Tell me, what does the current Ursus Emperor think of the Pine Valley affair?
Or do you mean to tell me the seeds of that uprising, the origins of the crisis were all the will of the Emperor?

"Emperor's Blade" : You were the cause of it all!

[Mon3tr recovers from its damages and rise up. ]

Mon3tr : (Roars)

Kal'tsit : –Feel free to keep deceiving yourself, but the truth is the young emperor is unaware of the events that transpired there.
You believe he has no need to know.

"Emperor's Blade" : ......

Kal'tsit : You... all of you seek a bygone era.
I won't judge whether this is correct, but when a Grand Duke is allowed to die in a political conflict, his death will always lead to an all new rebellion.

"Emperor's Blade" : This is not for you to judge.

Kal'tsit : I can foresee the many consequences of his death. Some wished for him to die out of anger and their desire for so-called justice. They wanted his death in order to erase evidence and to cut off ties.
Others wished for him to live. They wanted him to continue to fulfill the duty he cannot remove himself from. Perhaps there were also those who wanted to keep a witness alive to serve as a stepping stone, to revolt against all those involved with the Third Army.
It didn't matter whether he lived or not. The key was how the contradiction that followed was handled.

"Emperor's Blade" : You don't mean...

Kal'tsit : It was up to an unremarkable Ursus assassin to kill the Grand Duke, someone she could never imagine to reach, out of personal grudge. Only then were those crimes finally erased, digested like grass seeds eaten by burdenbeasts.

"Emperor's Blade" : From the sound of it... You have great foresight. You mean to tell me you solved such a difficult problem as a mere citizen?

Kal'tsit : It was the best choice to make in order to keep Ursus's internal friction from developing any further.

"Emperor's Blade" : (Strange sound) Enough with the presumptuousness!

[Enraged, the Blade strikes at Kal'tsit, but Mon3tr blocks it. ]

Mon3tr : (Braying)

"Emperor's Blade" : Traitor! Your excuse is an insult to Ursus!
Even if all is truly as you say and your actions benefit Ursus in thousands of ways, it was not your decision to make!

Kal'tsit : –Control yourself, Royal Guard.

"Emperor's Blade" : I can smell your lies–How dare you claim you did this for Ursus?!

Kal'tsit : (It's spreading. Even though it's only a small demon shard embedded in that device, it is more than enough to level this entire manor.)
–The Valley of the Setting Sun has turned into a land of fear!
(If the Royal Guard wants my life... Mon3tr... Kill him immediately. That's far more effective than defense.)
Even if the Empire's glory lasts another thousand years, those black lands no longer belong to Ursus! They are no longer part of this world!
Do you want to repeat your mishaps?! Do you want to drag the Empire into a war of unimaginable scale just because you lost control of yourself?!
You are just caught up in the former emperor's grand vision!

"Emperor's Blade" : *Hiss*...!

<Background fades out>

「That moment, the fear in the air immediately boils into material substance.
Once the earthshaking emotional release comes to a halt, there remains nothing but a faint, ominous black glow emanating from the cracks of the Royal Guard's mask. 」

<Background fades in>

"Emperor's Blade" : ...Hufff...

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr, stop!

Mon3tr : (Dissatisfied whining)

"Emperor's Blade" : What is this...? You let your chance get away. Your one and only chance...

Kal'tsit : I know your tactics. If I let Mon3tr attack, you would've pierced right through my chest with those black spikes of yours.

"Emperor's Blade" : *Hiss*... Looks like I need not test you anymore. You know like the back of your hand how the Royal Guards operate... You called me inhuman, and now you address me as man?

Kal'tsit : Suppose you still have a shred of my approval, it would have nothing to do with the will that you are executing right now.
As long as you are still resisting, you remain a stalwart barricade of mankind. No one can take from you your honor of having been born a human.
At the very least, before you find yourself fooled by that illusion that is destined to be destroyed.

"Emperor's Blade" : *Hiss*...
You are right... Indeed, there are many things I misjudged...
"Knowledge" is how they grow in strength. To fend them off, the passing down of all knowledge of them was suppressed, an unwritten law of all nations.
You are not a Sami Snowpriest, and you have nothing to do with Sargon's Eternal Army... Those who have the privilege of seeing the sights beyond Terra with their own eyes have always been at the top of their country's academic authority... Who are you?

Kal'tsit : Someone who fulfilled her duty.

"Emperor's Blade" : And what is your duty?

Kal'tsit : You already know the answer in your heart. I did far less than you've accomplished.

"Emperor's Blade" : Hmph...
I must admit... I have never met an outsider who knows the Royal Guards' secrets.
The crimes you committed and the secrets you hold make you guilty beyond measure, but I have never met such a strange creature so evenly matched against me.

Mon3tr : (Taunting roars)

"Emperor's Blade" : *Hiss*... You are full of surprises... The mystery surrounding you worries me. It seems I must be more cautious when dealing with you.
Let us pretend I am following your advice, "Ursus citizen," but do not forget that the Emperor's Blade is watching you.
Hm...

Kal'tsit : We don't have much time left. Ursus has not had the chance to catch its breath, but the moment the Count finds you, it will be plunged into a whole new whirlpool.
And it will happen, the people be damned.

"Emperor's Blade" : Don't get so cocky... I simply did not expect it would take this much time to deal with a traitor.
*Huff*...
You are worthy of my caution, traitor.

Kal'tsit : It was your responsibility to guard Grand Duke Vanya, and finding the cause of his "accidental" death is your one and only mission.
I ensured a quiet death for him. I then escaped from Ursus territory. Perhaps what I have done can't truly be considered a violation of Ursus's rights.
If so, it stands to reason that a life is too great a price. I trust all of you Royal Guards are capable of making a sensible decision.

"Emperor's Blade" : You–
–Mmm!

[The Blade charges at Kal'tsit, but Mon3tr strikes him hard that he is knocked onto the ground. ]

Kal'tsit : Regardless, you must return to Ursus right this moment.
The pain may mean nothing to you, but, with your windpipe ripped by Mon3tr, you will suffocate–and drown in the demon's influence, even just a shard of its corpse.

"Emperor's Blade" : ......

Kal'tsit : Be quick about it. You might still make it back to Ursus territory in one piece.

"Emperor's Blade" : A target worrying about my wellbeing... This will indeed be a valuable experience.
On top of that, you are a traitor, and you understand me far better than the men in our armies.

Kal'tsit : I've never had such a long chat with a Royal Guard of the Emperor's Blade either.

"Emperor's Blade" : –How long have you lived? And who exactly are you?

Kal'tsit : I used to be the Grand Duke's private doctor, nothing more.

"Emperor's Blade" : ......

Kal'tsit : You should've killed me while I was making my escape.

"Emperor's Blade" : Perhaps it isn't too late.

Kal'tsit : I await the news of your success.

"Emperor's Blade" : –Hah!
You should've served your country, traitor! Your limitless potential could have flourished magnificently in Ursus, yet you betrayed it!

Kal'tsit : Sounds like I should feel bad about that.

"Emperor's Blade" : *Hiss*...

Kal'tsit : You love Ursus for how prosperous it is.
In that case, I am sure you can see the parts of the country that rot in the sun.
The newer generation may be slowly forgetting that prosperity, but, as time goes on and things grow worse, they will look back on its magnificence.
But is this truly beneficial to Ursus? Once the benefits war brings with it come to an end, will we be able to solve all of Ursus's problems?
Honor cannot feed the masses.

"Emperor's Blade" : Is that an advice?

Kal'tsit : I could merely be talking to myself if it so pleases you. I belong to Ursus no longer.

"Emperor's Blade" : You belong to Ursus no longer...
So it was the Grand Duke's personal doctor's decision that he passed. Her intention was to reduce his suffering.

Kal'tsit : I hope you'll make it out of Victorian territory without a hitch.

"Emperor's Blade" : A shame...
If you understood what it is we are safeguarding, you could've contributed to its prosperity.
Until next time.
We will meet again.

[Accepting his defeat, the Emperor's Blade leaves. ]

Kal'tsit : ...
............
Come back, Mon3tr... He's gone.
I need to... take care of these marks... Hmm.

[Heidi rushes to Kal'tsit. ]

Heidi : Kal'tsit!

Kal'tsit : You should not have come here, Heidi.

Heidi : You're so badly hurt...! I brought a first aid kit. Ugh, how do you use this...

Kal'tsit : I can take care of myself.

Heidi : Kal'tsit, what happened?

Kal'tsit : Emperor's Blade. Tell your father this name. That's all you have to do. It's nothing you need to worry about, yet.

Heidi : O-Okay, but was that man from Ursus? What is someone like him doing here?

Kal'tsit : They are like the shadows of Ursus.
And the size of their vast, dark shadows has to do with only the Empire's sun.
Even if you manage to fend off these shadows, the road beneath our feet remains shrouded in darkness, while the buildings in our surroundings remain unaffected.
This too is Ursus, Heidi. This is a part of Ursus. The Empire's winter, the black snowflakes.

Heidi : ......

Kal'tsit : Before that, we need to deceive everyone else in the manor.
We may have avoided the worst outcome, and he didn't scatter his "Dominion" all across the soil here, but the marks he left behind will take some effort to cover up.
Mon3tr.

Mon3tr : (Dissatisfied whining)

Heidi : Huh–?!
I-Is this yours...?

Kal'tsit : Kill two wild beasts and bring their bodies back as soon as you can.

Mon3tr : (Low roar)

Kal'tsit : And... Heidi, contact your father immediately. I'll need assistance to put a lid on this the best we can...

Heidi : H-How are we going to do it?

Kal'tsit : We need false witnesses, false leads, and all the bribes necessary. Perhaps there is no one out there who knows how to deal with the Mounted Police better than Thomson.

Heidi : Okay, I understand–Why are you grasping at the snow?

Kal'tsit : To lower my body temperature.
I was dragged into a fight between two wild beasts and fortunately made it out.
But I am afraid the guards will be punished for letting beasts into the garden.

Heidi : But those are no minor injuries! Are you still–

Kal'tsit : We managed to avoid the worst case scenario.
If he had insisted on fighting me to the death... I'm afraid none of us could've gotten out of this alive.
Now, aside from that... find me a Messenger who can reach Sami.

Heidi : Sami? It's so barren there... It will take a while.

Kal'tsit : We have time. As long as she's alive, I'll get a reply... and I pray I'll get a reply.

Heidi : Your wounds...

Kal'tsit : Hmm... Looks like my blood stained the letter.
......

<Background 1>

Count Vincent : Did something happen outside?

Merry Noblewoman : Of course not, Count Vincent! Please do not avoid the subject. Tell us how you defeated the Grand Duke's hunters!

Count Vincent : Haha, I had no intention to be disrespectful to the Duke, of course, but I lost my temper and could not well control myself in that competition.
It was all because the hunter told me I should never have hired Savras and Zalaks.
He even told me he took pride in hiring only Liberi housemaids and muscly Forte for the upkeep and defense of the mansion the Duke awarded to him.
His words reminded me of an old gardener who once tended to our gardens. He was a Zalak, and he had been working here long before I was born, and I never found anything strange or unsatisfactory about that.

Merry Noblewoman : Oh, how progressive.

Count Vincent : In the end, I was the one who shot down the fowlbeast, while the Duke's hunter missed his opportunity.

Pretentious Man : You set a fine example for the rest of us, Count Vincent!

Count Vincent : I should've saved the Duke some face, of course.

Tipsy Businessman : When the Duke thinks so highly of you, what's wrong with putting your gallantry on full display?

Count Vincent : Haha, you are right.
There were the hunter, the bow, and the fowlbeast, but no one knows me better than myself.

<Background 2>

[Despite her injuries, Kal'tsit reads the letter from Kazdel for her. ]

Kal'tsit : ......

Dear Dame Kal'tsit,
It was just as you predicted. The Sarkaz court summoned Her Majesty Theresa for an audience. Although the ancient bloodkin held General Theresis in high esteem, the Lord of the Banshees sent only the youngest successor...
...It was thanks to the General Theresis and the Military Commission that other countries were unable to interfere with Kazdel's rise to prominence. It was also under the General's supervision that they transported construction materials enough for several dozen regular nomadic city plates without issue.
The following is a summary of the past month's events.
.........
......
Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : (Theresa's handwriting...)

Kal'tsit.
It's such a huge surprise. Who could've imagined that the Great Banshee's successor was a boy?
He is still very young, just a young boy by his looks. The Banshee's bloodline will keep him young for a long time. Despite his age, he was mouthing off Arts left and right. He is a natural-born Caster.
I can see the royal court change through him. The Sarkaz are heading toward a new stage. I can feel it.
Kal'tsit.
Theresis frequently pulls all-nighters at the Commission, and their policies are going off track due to outside pressure. He's started to not listen to whatever I say.
A lot of us are worried. They are worried that once the other countries notice Kazdel's reunification, they will immediately wipe us off the map.
Kal'tsit.
I know that you set your sights on the world at large.
But I am also hoping you would come back.
We must prepare ourselves to take on the challenges we will face in the future. I need you to help me accomplish this.
Aside from that, Rim Billiton's Engineering Department has something new to share. We discovered a set of ruins that match your description. There are only bits and pieces, and the project has reached a bottleneck as a result. The team may need more time to uncover everything. That said–
–Kal'tsit does the name... "Rhodes Island" mean anything to you?

Kal'tsit : So soon...
......

<Background 4>

Elliot : Where will you go?

Kal'tsit : Ursus...
Chernobog.

Elliot : Haven't heard of that place before...
What are you doing there?

<Background 5>

Lillia : Why don't you come to Sami with me?

Kal'tsit : No, I will take Lyudmila to Siracusa.
I will also stop by Victoria on my way.
Isn't this your wish?

Lillia : I...
......
I want you to live, Kal'tsit.

<Background 2>

Kal'tsit : ......

Heidi : Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : ...
Heidi, you and your father will continue our work in Victoria.
Our only objective is to prevent the cities that boast their honor and glory from falling to the Duke's unrest.

Heidi : Dame Kal'tsit...?
Are you leaving...?

Kal'tsit : I have to leave sooner or later, Heidi.
Try not to make the Count suspicious. Let's head back to the party.

<Background 1>

Count Vincent : Dear God, what happened?! How are you injured so?!
Get a doctor! Hurry!

Heidi : (Uncle Richard...)

Pretentious Man : I saw something just now...! There were two fierce beasts! What was that? Were you attacked by the beasts?!

Merry Noblewoman : Oh, my. I heard that the Catastrophes a few years ago infected some of those fierce wild beasts...

Kal'tsit : I'm okay, ladies and gentlemen. It is just some simple flesh wounds. Heidi has already tended to my injuries.

Heidi : (Are you sure you can stand? I'm not sure I would've called it "simple.")

Count Vincent : How could something like this happen at one of my dinner parties?! Those useless guards!
Please, lie down and get some rest. Someone, head to garden at once! I want to know what happened there!

Pretentious Man : No, Count Vincent, please let me go. You know my swordsmanship.

Count Vincent : Richard, you are my guest... but very well. This is just the time for us to rely on your gallantry.
Come, Lady Kal'tsit. My personal physician will tend to your injuries. He will be here soon.

<Background fades out and in>

Kal'tsit : My apologies, Count Vincent. I did not mean to disrupt your party.

Count Vincent : No, my lady. I am responsible for this mistake. I allowed an assassin to waltz right into my manor!

Kal'tsit : Please don't look too much into this affair.

Count Vincent : Oh... Right, I understand, though I am surprised you don't seem at all shaken by this.
Could you at least tell me who it was? I can't well sit here when these villains...

Kal'tsit : ......

Count Vincent : Very well... If this assassin managed to deceive all those present here today, then indeed it isn't a matter that a mere noble should pry into.
Lady Kal'tsit, please promise me this.

Kal'tsit : Go ahead.

Count Vincent : Please keep Thomson safe from these schemes. He is my dearest friend.
He is no major player. He can't protect the entire country, but he can protect our own little Victoria.
He can do what we nobles cannot. Therefore all I can do is to let him do what he must.

Kal'tsit : You don't know the details of our plan, yet you harbor everyone nonetheless. I thank you for that.

Count Vincent : Haha. Do I need to know? All I have to do is to play my role well... A fat fowlbeast awaiting his slaughter.
But this is how he has always been ever since we were in school.
Lady Kal'tsit...
Please accept my gratitude.

Kal'tsit : You don't need to thank me when I have been deceiving you all along.

Count Vincent : As long as my family and the masses get to live another peaceful day–Let the whole world ridicule my foolishness.
Both you and I know it in our hearts.

<Background 3>

Count Vincent : Are you leaving so soon? You are still injured.

Kal'tsit : These are just flesh wounds, fortunately.
Count Vincent, about the damage "those two beasts" have done...

Count Vincent : Right, I understand.

[Heidi shows up. ]

Heidi : Kal'tsit...

Count Vincent : Looks like I should just leave the farewells to the youngsters.
I will head back now. Everyone was shaken by the presence of the beasts.
Please take care, Cleric Kal'tsit.

[Count Vincent leaves. ]

Kal'tsit : The Count is right. The weight of the future is for the younger generation to bear, whether they are ready for it or not.

Heidi : Is Uncle Vincent actually...?

Kal'tsit : The Victoria he protects may just be a remote corner of the countryside, but there is not an ounce of falsity to the peace he upholds.
Protecting your home–This is a truth that generations after generations of Victorian have worshipped.

Heidi : ......

Kal'tsit : Your father is trying his best, but...
Winter is here.
Are you ready?
Will you be ready?

Heidi : ......
Yes.

Kal'tsit : Now go ask your father. He knows how to find me.
Perhaps we'll one day meet each other again somewhere.

WD-ST-2: Visitors From Afar

Summary

Having spent what seemed to be an eternity in Sargon, Elliot now stands before Kal'tsit once again. Fate has been cruel, in spite of the old cliche that fate works in mysterious ways.

<Background 1>

Black Market Merchant : Hey, come check this out. We got ourselves a new lackey! You, stop lazing around. Go!

Elliot : I'm the new craftsman apprentice. My name's El–

Black Market Merchant : Alright, enough talk. Get moving!
Hey, you lot! Use him however you want. He's apparently one of those bookworm types from Columbia, even younger than your kids!
Just treat him like those slaves that got sold to us. As long as it doesn't kill him, that is. It's not like he's got a guardian angel watching his back.
We'll work you to bone, kid.

Elliot : Alright...

<Background 2>

Elliot : Isin, look!

Old Isin : Oh... What a surprise. Did you weld this together with the steel you stole? What a magnificent piece.

Elliot : You're exaggerating. It doesn't matter how pretty it is; it's just consumables.

Old Isin : But you must rest. Your broken arm has only just healed...

Elliot : Don't worry.
Do you know where we can get some refined Originium?

Old Isin : There is nothing that gold cannot buy in the Reefsteep Black Market.

Elliot : Let's see how this turns out, then...

<Background 1>

Elliot : The black scorpion is dead...
We've done well, haven't we?

Old Isin : Old Isin heard from the fence today... The "Sand Soldier" is the next ruler of Reefsteep.
Do you think you are? Elliot?

Elliot : And do you wish me to be, Isin?
I'm not one to forget the kindness others have shown me. If it wasn't for you, I would not have survived these past two decades.

Old Isin : Now you need Old Isin no more...

Elliot : No... Hardly. We have a special relationship, after all.
But if you wanted to complain, perhaps you should complain to that lady who cloaked herself in all those mysteries.

Old Isin : Kal'tsit...

Elliot : You still remember her name. You've gotten less and less clear-headed over the years. I thought you'd have forgotten that, among many other things.

Old Isin : Have you looked for her?

Elliot : Yes, I have, but my attempts have been futile. Not even my most elite intelligence agents could find any information about her in Columbia. Besides, the PMC disbanded not long after that.
The laboratory was taken over by the military, and all of their data were destroyed. I could not find even a single participant... Columbia hid them well.

<Background 2>

"Sand Soldier" : The Ibuti Lord Ameer will pass through Redhorn next week. Hoh, fate can be a fickle mistress sometimes.
This is an excellent opportunity–Old Isin, are you asleep?

Old Isin : ......
Old Isin had a dream...

"Sand Soldier" : Another one of your dreams?

Old Isin : It was still the same dream as always... The Kheshig's footsteps went across the tundra and grasslands, at last reaching the land of golden sands.
But, this time, the dream was a little different...
It was a scenery that the padishah never recounted to Old Isin... There was someone there... She looked like... like Kal'tsit... in another form.

"Sand Soldier" : Hm.

Old Isin : She was there.
When the Kheshigs' conquest shattered that bygone era all those thousands of years ago... she was there...

"Sand Soldier" : Dreams can't explain much, and there are no Arts that allow us to glimpse into our fate across time. You said so yourself.

Old Isin : Yes... This is merely a dream that Old Isin had... a meaningless dream... Lady Kal'tsit could not have had anything to do with them... but it does make Old Isin wonder if there is meaning to this dream.
At the very end, Old Isin saw the padishah.

"Sand Soldier" : Oh? And what did your master tell you this time, old faithful?

Old Isin : He...
In my dream... he told Old Isin... where Sargon is...
......
You are planning to ambush the lord ameer's squadron.

"Sand Soldier" : Yes.
So you mean to tell me that you, a former faithful aide to a Sargon noble, will stop me from disrespecting a lord ameer so?

Old Isin : –Disrespect?

"Sand Soldier" : Hm.

Old Isin : They are rotten and incompetent. They only know to bootlessly harm their kin and drag innocent Sargonians into war...
They stand on Reefsteep's land, doing their dirty work. Why would Old Isin feel respect for men like them?
Old Isin wants them to pay the price. Old Isin wants the glory of Sargon's past be restored, and not by these good-for-nothing clowns!
Old Isin... Right... Old Isin must seek the city of golden sands!

"Sand Soldier" : I don't see you get this excited often. Please, calm down–

Old Isin : It's time...
Go, my child. Light a fire, and complete your revenge.
Until the time comes when the winds finally calm and the eternal city rises from the sandstorm... Old Isin will wait... and Old Isin will reach that place...

<Background 3>

Sesa : This is the place...

[Elliot aka. the Sand Soldier, now "Passenger", steps to the door into the Rhodes Island landship's infirmary. ]

Passenger : Very well.

Sesa : Be sure to knock first.
Don't get any funny ideas. The elite operators here ain't no pushovers.
Now go.

Passenger : ......

[Passenger knocks the door... ]

<Background 4>

[...and enters to see that Kal'tsit is expecting him, appearing the same as she were decades ago but with a different attire. ]

Kal'tsit : ......

[Passenger approaches Kal'tsit. ]

Passenger : ......

Kal'tsit : Looks like that gold coin made it to you.
How is Old Isin?

Passenger : He's lost to the golden sands... It happened one moonlit night three years ago.
Time. Time can put to rest even a Savra like him. I almost thought him to be one of the ancient, elder beings in folk tales and conspiracy theories.
Time has warped me so much, transforming me into a man my past self would have hated.
And you, Kal'tsit?
It looks like... nothing about you has changed.

Kal'tsit : Are you still the "Sand Soldier?"

Passenger : I already said this when I came onboard. That is all in the past. I have a new name now.

Kal'tsit : You can fool yourself... but you can't fool me.

Passenger : Perhaps. You've always thought everything you said was absolute, and unfortunately for me, you were quite often right.

Kal'tsit : You have always had a good memory, Elliot.

Passenger : Don't call me by that name... Don't we have these codenames exactly for this purpose, to shroud our secrets?

[Folinic, real name Louisa – Lillia's daughter, rushes into the infirmary while Kal'tsit and Passenger are talking. ]

Folinic : Dr. Kal'tsit–Oh, my apologies. Do you have a visitor?

Kal'tsit : No matter.

Passenger : Please, as you were.

Folinic : Okay...
A Messenger from the field office in Victoria sent us a package. It's pretty strange, too. It's not addressed to Rhodes Island, but you personally. Logistics has already scanned the package. There's an information storage device inside.
The sender's name is... Heidi Thomson. Do you know her?

Kal'tsit : This is just some intel I needed. Leave it there.

Folinic : Okay... that is all.

[Folinic rushes out. ]

Passenger : A new conspiracy, I presume?

Kal'tsit : Watch your mouth. You may not officially be an operator here yet, but you signed a contract.

Passenger : Exactly what I expected our "Operations Adviser" to say.
Kal'tsit, you pointed Old Isin to a new direction, and for that he was forever grateful up until the moment he set out on his journey again.
I cannot begin to imagine the glory you two shared, but now that my business in Sargon has been taken care of, there is nothing that binds me to this world anymore...
I suppose you will point me in a new direction as well?

Kal'tsit : Before that... Let me introduce you to someone.

Passenger : Here I thought you would keep me close to you. Did you get me a partner?

Kal'tsit : No.
Your commanding officer.

Passenger : A Rhodes Island commander? You... Hoh... There is someone whom you trust so deeply here? I look forward to meeting this person, then.
Kal'tsit...
You wandered the world for so long. How long will you stay here this time?

Kal'tsit : You have no right to ask.

Passenger : Very well, of course. You needn't answer if you don't want to, as you are now my superior.
But if this is yet another false identity, and this place where you belong is yet again false, then I am afraid it would hardly be meaningful for me to serve this place.
How am I to tell you are not using me yet again?

Kal'tsit : You have the right to be suspicious...

Passenger : I need only a little assurance. Will this "Kal'tsit" who invited me here disappear all of a sudden in a few days, a few months, or perhaps a few years?
Will she again set off on a journey to take care of some business that a bystander could never come to understand, to drift the world for her own purposes?
Will you?

Kal'tsit : If a simple answer can affect your loyalty to Rhodes Island, then perhaps I must reevaluate this working relationship of ours.

Passenger : I only need an answer. An answer should not be so hard for you. I'll even accept a lie.

Kal'tsit : If it is answers that you want, I have thousands of them.

Passenger : Then, please, pick any one of them.

Kal'tsit : ...
I–

<Background 3>

[Kal'tsit meets with the Doctor while walking through the R.I. landship's corridors. ]

Kal'tsit : Dr. {nickname}, here you are.

Doctor : Good morning, Kal'tsit. / ...... / Something the matter?

Kal'tsit : Closure has finished resupplying, but there seems to be an emergency there that needs your attention. Amiya is heading there already.
Don't keep her waiting. She has been working very hard, and you should be there at her side when she needs you the most.
Of course... That goes for you as well.
Don't push yourself too hard. Rhodes Island needs you.

Doctor : Uhh... Thanks? / ...... / I know.

Kal'tsit : I have an unexpected consultation to attend to in a moment, so I will leave it to you and Amiya to wrap things up.
If things go well, perhaps we will get to announce to the whole ship before sundown–
–Time to set sail.

Spes

Summary

A sudden crisis leaves the Doctor and Amiya trapped in the Columbian wastelands. Unexpected aid against unexpected plots, with many possible solutions.

<Background 1>

「5:20 P.M. \ Clear
Columbia City, Tkaronto
The name's Dylan, Rhodes Island low-altitude aircraft pilot, and I'm currently running pell-mell around the city.
I should be sitting in the cockpit of my aircraft, joystick in hand. The only things I should be facing down are turbulence and terrain.
Instead, I'm clutching one half of an automatic assault crossbow in my hands, and hell, the first time I heard of this model was earlier this morning. Even just half of it is damned heavy.
My palms are all sweaty. If I have to end up in a warzone, I sure as hell shouldn't be on the ground, let alone in some dark alley in Columbia.
I just hope to God that my enemy isn't... Ugh. 」

Blaze : Dylan, I got my hands full over here. Can you help a gal out and tell me what it says?

Dylan : It says Police. The "police" of Tkaronto.

Blaze : He started it.

Dylan : But it seems... probably not the real deal. A real botch-job if I've ever seen one.

Blaze : At least he looked the part, pretty much the same as the guys up on the roof earlier this morning. Better than the ones that didn't have a uniform ready.
So let me ask this question again: what kind of cops wind their automatic assault crossbows during questioning?

Dylan : Columbian cops?

Blaze : Very funny. You know he's not a cop, at least not the kind we're used to dealing with.

「I lift my eyes to cast a glance at the black-clad man collapsed in the alley, and then lower my gaze again to the half-a-weapon in my hands.
It was pointed straight at my chest just a moment ago, but now it's smashed into two pieces.
This "policeman" is unconscious. If Blaze remembered the Doctor's instructions when she struck, then he should still be able to cling to life.
The Rhodes Island team arrived in Tkaronto yesterday.
No matter how many times I experience it, this kind of speed always surprises me as a pilot–
Rhodes Island is in the process of steaming to the Grand Knight Territory, and we've crossed over the entire western wastelands by air. The entire western wastelands, I say.
According to the plan, after Amiya and the Doctor finish their business, we'll take the same route back to Rhodes Island. The Grand Knight Territory might not have finished its urban subdivision assembly at this time.
All I know is Rhodes Island was invited to visit during the Kazimierz Major, but I'm in the dark about when and why. But anyway, the sooner we can head back, the better.
If I wasn't in such a hurry, I wouldn't mind taking a few days off to chill in the metropolis... but after this, I'm not in the mood for that anymore. 」

Medic Operator : Are we... safe?

Blaze : No, not until we leave Tkaronto– Maybe not even until we leave Columbia.
Check for me if he's still breathing. It'd be nice if you made sure he kept on breathing.

Medic Operator : I... Um, alright.

Dylan : This is my first time seeing such a powerful automatic crossbow. Are these weapons common in Columbia?

Blaze : Automatic weapons like that are a Columbian specialty.

Dylan : I wonder how the Doctor's doing...

Blaze : As soon as the raid started, the Doctor and Amiya left in a car. No clue if the autopilot system that Closure was fiddling with will work though...

Dylan : What a disaster... Even those two got caught off guard.

Blaze : They're only human after all... Sometimes shit happens.

Medic Operator : They took over the hotel and seized all the drug samples we kept behind...

Blaze : Whatever, we can worry about that later.
We've gotta think of a way to get out of this city safely first.

<Background black>

??? : We've lost everything, but you are still not standing by my side.
Then what has it all been for?
Just to leave the faintest sliver of hope?
But, hope?
Hope?
Don't you know, that hope is a cruel thing indeed?
When you realize it can't be undone, when you realize you are powerless, when you find yourself nothing but desperate...
Hope is enough to drive a perfectly good person mad.

Doctor : But...

「You want to say something, but you can't move your body.
You seem to be drifting in the void, everything before your eyes so familiar and yet so distant. These are a part of your memories, floating alongside you like fragments.
Like this, you continue to drift with your ceaseless thoughts, watching the familiar woman before you gradually fade away.
You open your eyes, and before you stretches an endless rocky desert. You see a strange, ugly iron bucket helm.
A peculiar man seems to be looking your way, but you cannot see his expression through that rough bucket helm. 」

<Background 2>

「10:43 A.M. \ Clear
Gaspar Wildland 」

Cannot : Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening, friend.
Can you talk?

Doctor : You? Who are you? Where am I?

Cannot : The friend awakens, little rabbit.

Amiya : Doctor!

「You feel someone tightly embrace your waist.
But before experiencing this warm embrace, the cold, hard touch of the rocks behind you and the throbbing pain in your head remind you that all is not well. 」

Amiya : I'm so glad! You're awake... I don't know what I would've done if you didn't wake up...
How are you feeling? Does it hurt anywhere?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : I'm fine... Just my head hurts a little.

Amiya : Your head hurts? Did you hit it? Let me have a look.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ...Nothing serious.

Amiya : Are you sure you're fine, Doctor? Do you need me to help you up?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I'm not that frail.

Amiya : Doctor... you should still be careful. You're not in the best shape.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Cannot : Worry not, little rabbit. There is nothing wrong with this "Doctor," at least not physically.
On a spiritual level, however, one cannot say. You were mumbling a great deal in your slumber, but before you complain, I did not listen closely.

Doctor : Who are you...?

Cannot : Ah, pardon me for not introducing myself.
As you can see, I am a merchant.
You can call me Cannot, or Mr. Goodenough should you prefer that instead.
To be honest, friend, that display you put on earlier was simply too exhilarating. It is not every day one sees someone performing Originium Arts while flying off a cliff. A most excellent show indeed.

Doctor : Off a cliff? What were we... / There might've been a problem with Closure's autopilot system...

Amiya : This should be Columbia's... eastern wastelands.

Cannot : That is correct, little rabbit. This is the Gaspar Wildland, and you two are quite fortunate.

Amiya : Fortunate?

Cannot : Yes, yes. Quite fortunate indeed. Two kilometers further south is a poisonous swamp, and had your car gotten stuck in that, good luck getting it out.

Doctor : I wonder how the others are doing. / ...... / Where are the others?

Amiya : The other operators split off on their own. I'm sure Blaze is taking good care of them...
But we can't get a hold of them, or any other branch offices.

Doctor : Wait, what about the communicator? / Wait, what about the provisions?

Amiya : We left it all on the "Bad Guy."
Not just the communicator. We didn't even have time to pack food or water.

Cannot : Sounds like a desperate situation indeed, friends?
But there is always a way, if you don't mind...

Doctor : Might as well.

Cannot : I am quite familiar with this area. I can show you to the nearest Messenger Outpost where, should all go well, you will be able to contact your friends.

Doctor : Who attacked us?

Cannot : An excellent question indeed, but the only ones who could answer it are no longer able to speak.

「The bucket-headed man points to the nearby cliff, where a unique-looking armed vehicle is emitting a thick, black smoke. By the looks of things, it's been wrecked for quite some time now. 」

Amiya : Mercenaries. They've been chasing us even after we left the city.

Cannot : Dedicated to their job. Dedicated to the point of giving up their own lives.
To be frank, Columbian mercenaries range from peerless to useless, and the ones with the resources to hire such dedicated mercenaries can be counted on one hand.
They seem to have taken quite an interest in you, friends. How exactly did you offend these great moguls?

Amiya : So it was them...

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 3>

Officer-in-Charge : So, Miss Amiya, are you really unwilling to consider the offer?
In Columbia, you'll be hard-pressed to find a more suitable partner than Mama John's. We can provide fairly favorable terms for Rhodes Island's drug sales.

Amiya : Thank you for your generosity, but...
We're only here for technical exchange. Rhodes Island has no plans for any deeper-level commercial cooperation.
And the Oripathy analgesics we brought are still undergoing trials. These are more of a proof of concept than a finished product.
The process of researching and developing Oripathy treatments is long and complicated, and in these areas, we still have many opportunities for cooperation in the future.

Officer-in-Charge : Many opportunities for cooperation in the future...? Hahaha...

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

Amiya : They planned this from the very beginning...

Doctor : Should we contact the police first?

Cannot : Police? Friend, you don't seem to understand where you are.
Mama John's is the largest firm in Tkaronto. The chief of police boasts of his connections to their corporate leadership in order to display his status. I suggest you change your mind.
The fact that they dared to steal your goods in the urban core means that from the very beginning, they never thought anything of you.

Amiya : It's all my fault... I bought into their talk.

Doctor : Don't blame yourself. Nobody could've expected them to be like this. / ...... / No, I'm just as responsible, Amiya. I should've known.

Amiya : Mr... Good...y?

Cannot : Ah. What is it, Miss Rabbit?

Amiya : You just said you could take us through the wastelands, right?

Cannot : That I did say, Miss Rabbit.

Amiya : How do you plan to do that? Were you a Catastrophe Messenger?

Cannot : That is nothing you need to concern yourself over.
I have plied my trade in the wastelands for many years, and that has given me a knack for avoiding Catastrophes.
Of course, I do ask for a small guide fee, two refined Originium Ingots in this case. Not too much to ask for in such a situation, yes?

Amiya : We only have Columbian Gold Certificates, and won't be able to pay you until we get in touch with our ship. Is that alright?

Cannot : No problem! My friend.

Amiya : Doctor... What do you think? We could also figure a way back into the city, to meet up with Blaze and the others.

Doctor : It's too dangerous. Looks like we don't have a choice. / This gentleman seems to have made the choice for us, right?

Cannot : That is scarcely the case. We always have many choices at any point in our lives, but of course, we tend to pick the best one from the available options.

Doctor : I hope we can have... a fruitful relationship in the coming days?

Cannot : Of course, my friend!
I trust that this will be a most enjoyable journey.

<Background 4>

「Five hours later... 」

Cannot : ...As I said, bandits are not the biggest threat in the wastelands. I once knew the most courageous local– he even...

Amiya : Doctor, give me your hand.

[Amiya helps the Doctor climb up an elevated ground. ]

Amiya : Phew, we're up.

Doctor : How many hills have we crossed?

Amiya : This is only the second one, Doctor.

Doctor : Let me rest... Let me rest... / (Stay silent, gasping for breath) / I really... let myself go...

Amiya : Haha, Doctor, sit down here for a minute.

Cannot : Friend, at your speed, we will be on the road for at least another whole day.

Amiya : The Doctor might not be able to maintain such a brisk pace.

Cannot : We can slow down a touch, but...

Amiya : Why can't we go a bit slower?

Cannot : Even as a merchant of the wastelands, there is a limit to the amount of food and water I can carry on me.
If we slow down too much, we will inevitably run into a supply shortage.

Amiya : If that's the case... Mr. Cannot?

Cannot : Hmm?

Amiya : Is there a forest nearby? I've heard of an oasis in the wastes of eastern Columbia.

Cannot : There is, but what use is it?

<Background 5>

「Night, above the wastelands, in a dark mountain pass.
A tongue of flame consumes dry branches, and the sound of a wooden spoon tapping against a bowl echoes across the canyon along with Amiya's humming. 」

Amiya : These vegetables, as well as the mushrooms here, are pretty much all edible as long as they're cooked through.
This kind... is slightly toxic, but can still be eaten in an emergency.

Cannot : I should've given you more credit, Miss Rabbit.
To be honest, most friends from the nomadic cities... have no sense of how to survive in the wilds. Many I know will never once step foot in the wastelands.
I see that you have a decent survivalist's skillset. Where are you from? Rim Billiton?
I would not be surprised if you were in fact from Rim Billiton...

Amiya : Actually, the Doctor taught me all of this, a few years ago...

Doctor : Huh? I did?

Amiya : Yes. Back then...

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 6>

Young Amiya : Doctor... Are these edible?

Doctor : These vegetables, as well as the mushrooms here, are pretty much all edible as long as they're cooked through.[note 1]

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 5>

Amiya : Those were trying times, harrowing times. But they were also good times.

Doctor : ......

「It seems that something is stirring in the back of your mind, but it gradually blurs out.
You try to recall that scene again, but the vague memory is like bubbles that occasionally rise to the water's surface, only to disappear just as quickly. 」

Amiya : Doctor?

Doctor : I... Is this something that happened before then?

Amiya : Ah, it's nothing. It did happen a few years ago, but it doesn't matter if you can't remember.

「She lowers her head and continues to stir the bowl, but the smile on her face seems somewhat lonelier. 」

Cannot : Ahem, I must also say, you've chosen a most prudent location to make camp. Even though we've made a fire, our position is not easy to detect.

Doctor : Are there any bandits around here? / ...... / Who's looking for us?

Cannot : Bandits, bounty hunters, and countless Rusthammers. There are no shortage of annoyances in this land.

Amiya : Rusthammer... I've heard the name before. They're a group of vicious marauders, right?

Cannot : That description would not be a very rigorous one.
Rusthammer is a loose organization, and it is made up of various smaller groups.
For example, there is "Fiends Gang" made up of Sarkaz, and also a group of strange folks who worship Catastrophes as gods. I think they're called "Followers of the Archosauria", or something.

Amiya : They worship Catastrophes?

Doctor : Followers of the Archosauria? What a crazy bunch. / ...... / Sarkaz? Fiends Gang?

Cannot : I heard something about a Rusthammer gang in Sargon that called themselves "Archosauria Devils." They seemed to have been searching for an "Archosauria war-god with massive horns on its head."

Amiya : An operator from Columbia once told me that Rusthammer used to be just a few, small, scattered groups. Over the past few years though, their numbers have greatly increased, stretching from the mountains of Ursus to the wastelands of Columbia.

Cannot : Our world is not a peaceful one, friend.
And the wastelands is no exception. You will encounter all sorts of strange people and strange occurrences.
But you will adapt.

<Background fades out and in>

Amiya : Here, Doctor! Dinner's ready!

Doctor : Thank you, Amiya.

Cannot : Very good. What a heartfelt scene of intimacy.

Amiya : Mr. Cannot!

Cannot : Ahem... I am simply jesting. My apologies, please do not take it seriously.

<Background black>

??? : At this rate, you will lose everything.
You will be alone, with nothing. Is it worth it?
Loneliness is a poison that erodes the mind. How much do you think you can withstand?
By the time you awaken, there will be no kin at your side. Nobody will recognize your sacrifice, let alone remember it. Is this the future you look forward to?

<Background 4>

「You wake up.
A crimson glow spills forth from the distant horizon, and the darkness left unto humanity by the Shadow-Moon gradually ebbs.
Frigid wind gnaws at your cheeks as it blows across your face, and the land of Terra once again ushers in a new dawn. 」

Cannot : You are up very early, friend.

Doctor : The morning air is refreshing.

Cannot : Where's the little rabbit? Is she not awake yet?

Doctor : Let her rest a bit longer. What are you doing? / Maybe the aroma of breakfast will be more effective.

Cannot : Short-tailed fowlbeasts don't have much meat, but they can suffice as breakfast.
This is a specialty of the Columbian wastelands. Worry not, it's free of charge.
A new day comes to Terra, and the situation has not changed, as far as I can tell. Nevertheless, good morning, friend!
You were talking in your sleep last night. Your mental state has seemed a bit unstable, do be careful.

Doctor : What did you hear?

Cannot : I am a trustworthy person. I didn't go out of my way to listen, let alone remember anything. Plus, you were only mumbling. Couldn't really hear anything clearly.
But... Every night, the little rabbit is very concerned about your sleep-talking.
Pardon me for being nosy, but after all the chatting we've done on our journey, it is hard not to take certain impressions. Have you lost your memories, or something of that sort?

Doctor : ......

Cannot : I see. If that's some sort of secret, let's say I never asked. It is an uncouth question indeed, and I asked out of simple curiosity.

Doctor : Some things... happened to me, and I lost some of my memories.
...Maybe most of them.
Occasionally, I will recall some of them... just tiny fragments.
Well, maybe not occasionally. Only a few rare times.

Cannot : Friend, I have a vague idea of what's going on.
Suppose your memory is a spread-out newspaper, and now, someone has spilled a bucket of paint on it.
You can only see bits and pieces of the content through the gaps in the paint, but you can't grasp the full picture of that content.

Doctor : That seems like a pretty good description of my experiences. I am... a stranger to myself. / I can't even say if your analogy is accurate. I... don't know.

Cannot : It sounds like something that defies all words, friend.
But I am no psychiatrist, and there is not much I can do for you.

Doctor : Sometimes, I even find myself thinking about the kind of person I was before all this.
I don't know who I am. I can only piece myself together from the words of others.

Cannot : That's not important, friend.
Our existence is often based on how others perceive us. The sum of your "self" is but the feedback of auditory, visual, and emotional interaction with others.
It doesn't matter what kind of person "you" are, but from a social point of view, it should be quite clear what kind of person others need you to be.

Doctor : Do you happen to have anything that can restore memories quickly? / Do you know any tricks that could help me get my memories back as soon as possible? / Do you perhaps know some way of restoring my memory quickly after I make up my mind?

Cannot : I do, but I can't recommend it. Let me think of how to put this...
Our lives are like an elastic belt. If you stretch out one side, the other side will contract.
If you want to restore your memories "quickly," you will have to endure many unmanageable consequences.
That quaint head of yours might not withstand such a tussle. Besides, this only applies to the most common forms of "amnesia."
Whether for your own sake, or for that of the little bunny who you value so much, I'd recommend just taking things easy.
By the way, the little rabbit's up.

Amiya : Doctor... Good morning.

Doctor : Morning, Amiya.

Cannot : I'll leave you two to it then. I'm going to fetch some firewood.

「Amiya stands beside you quietly, watching the sun rising in the distance.
The rays of light are slowly melting the cold tones of the wastelands, every piece of the rocky desert dyed by the gradually rising sun.
Perhaps you have never set foot upon this land, but in a corner of Terra's vast domain, you once wandered with Amiya.
You once left your footprints in this sparsely populated world.
This should have been your impression, your fragments of your memory– but the truth is, this is the "story" Kal'tsit told you.
In the cold wind of the early morning, you rack your brain, trying to find a tangible thread within your hazy memory.
The light of daybreak, the cold wind of the wastelands. You and Amiya, Amiya and you. You can remember, and yet you cannot remember.
Amiya takes hold of your hand. 」

Amiya : Doctor, are you okay?

Doctor : ...I'm fine.

Amiya : I remember it was around the same time. We spent our first night in the wastelands, and watched the sun rise over the horizon just like this.
You asked me a bunch of weird questions...
Haha... Of course, all of that happened years ago, but it seems like it was just yesterday.

Doctor : Sorry, Amiya... I...

Amiya : It's okay, Doctor.
As long as you're here, one day, things will get better.

<Background 7>

「The next day
2:39 P.M. \ Clear
Messenger Outpost
Several huge engineering vehicles and armed off-road transports make a circular formation on the rocky, barren expanses, surrounding several makeshift sheds.
The noisy din of generators and the roar of running Originium boilers can be heard near and far, intermingled with the loud conversations of travelers and Messengers.
The Messenger Outpost, an oasis of civilization beyond the ecological oasis of the wastelands, your destination. 」

Cannot : Finally! We've arrived safely at the post!
We didn't encounter any major difficulties on our journey, nor did a Catastrophe befall us. You are quite lucky indeed, friend.
The third car from the left is the Messenger contact station here. You might be able to contact your group there. The Messenger rates here are pretty good.

Amiya : But... the room over there has the logo of Mama John's on it. Are you sure it's fine?

Cannot : As long as you keep a low profile and don't cause any trouble, there won't be any problems. This is a Messenger outpost after all. Even in Columbia, few companies will go out of their way to get on the Messengers' bad side.

Amiya : Doctor... Wait here for me. I don't stand out as much as you do, so I'll head down to the Messenger contact station.
Mr. Cannot, can I trouble you to stay with the Doctor for a while? I'll be right back.

Cannot : Don't worry, little rabbit. I am good at hiding people from prying eyes. There won't be any problems.

Doctor : ......

Cannot : Relax, friend. Look at those armed vehicles over there. Do you see those anti-armor turrets? Trust me, it's very safe here.
Here, have a sip.
It's a specialty from a local microbrewery. Give it a try.

Doctor : Is this... beer?

Cannot : Indeed. I've heard the owner of this microbrewery is an Infected. Unexpected, yes? Even among Columbia's pioneers, there are few who can accomplish this much.

Doctor : Now is not the time to drink and make merry.

Cannot : Fair enough. Why don't we go relax over there and listen to the news?
You know, the very best thing about Columbia is that they provide radio base stations for all the wasteland outposts. You can hear the news on the radio from just about anywhere.
Almost all cities have intra-city broadcasting, but the decision to cover the wilderness with base stations is unique in Terra. You should take it all in, and treat it like sightseeing.

News Broadcast : ...The armed conflict that occurred in the Northern District of Tkaronto has gradually subsided. On site, police found evidence of a large-scale crossbow shoot-out, but have not apprehended any suspects...
...The Tkaronto Police announced that one of the parties involved in the conflict has ties to a foreign company, "Rhodes Island." The specifics of this organization are not known at this time...
...Some sources note that this foreign company has certain commercial conflicts with a local firm, but the spokesperson of this local business declined to comment on the matter.
The police believe that this may have been a terrorist attack on Tkaronto, and the specifics of this armed conflict are pending further investigation.

Amiya : Doctor.

Cannot : You're back, little rabbit?

Amiya : The people at the Messenger contact station didn't come to work until three past noon, so we'll have to wait.
The news just now...

Cannot : It sounds like your people have withdrawn successfully, which is a good thing.
But Mama John's probably got what it came for. Most regrettable.

Doctor : We're the victims, but the police are looking for us.
......
The corporate intrigue here reminds me of Kazimierz.

Cannot : Hah, something like this is a routine operation in Columbia. That bunch moved quickly and wiped their asses in advance.
Don't dwell on it, friend.
You'll leave this place soon enough. It's too late to manage this problem now, but be more mindful about it next time.

Doctor : But what do they get out of a batch of semi-finished medicine samples? / Before that, Mr. Know-It-All, can you tell me why they're so desperate?

Cannot : Very well... It seems that you've made up your mind.
Are you familiar with Columbia's business, my friend? How many times have you had to deal with them in the past?

Amiya : Rhodes Island has had some simple dealings with a few Columbian technology companies.

Cannot : Oh, I'm sure "simple dealings" are decently good on the surface.
But, my friend, the ugly and indecent parts are not often placed on the table for everyone to see.
Come then. I will take you someplace, so you can see something fun.

<Background fades out and in>

Corporate Staff : Next!

Infected : H-Hello... I need this month's dose.

Corporate Staff : Sure, let's take a look...
Mr. Dave, is it? Ah yes, I saw your application. You've been a model employee this past month. Here's your monthly medicine ration.

Infected Dave : Thank you... Thank you...
Um, would it be possible... to get next month's dose in advance? My wife is in pretty bad shape lately, and I need...

Corporate Staff : Mr. Dave, according to company regulations, we are unable to provide any medication in advance. Thank you for your understanding.
But as you know, we always prepare additional medicine for commercial sale, and you can always go next door to purchase more Oripathy suppressants.

Infected Dave : B-But...

Corporate Staff : Company regulations, Mr. Dave. Thank you for your understanding.
Next!

Amiya : What... what is this place?

Cannot : Shhhh, hush. This is the Frontier Department of Mama John's. Keep a low profile.

Amiya : They're passing out medicine to the Infected?

Cannot : In Columbia, many things operate in a way unlike elsewhere in Terra.
For example, consider the wasteland pioneers– Pioneers, the lifeblood of Columbia's westward expansion, the writers of Columbia's wilderness stories, the protagonists of the Columbian dream.
They sign a contract with Mama John's and open up land in the barren wastes, establishing residential areas for Columbia and its companies.
Depending on how they work, companies will also provide them with medicine and supplies, as a sort of wage.
Here, take this.

Doctor : The solid and liquid components are packaged separately. This is the medicine they distribute? / ...... / What... What on earth...?

Cannot : This is the medication that they give to the Infected. You are the expert here, I doubt you need me to explain.

Amiya : This is not an Oripathy suppressant.

Cannot : Of course not, you know better than me. This half is a generic painkiller and the other half is a nutrient solution.

Amiya : Why?

Cannot : It's not a question of why, don't you see? They don't need to sell real suppressants.
These pioneers, Infected from all over the world, have never seen a real Oripathy suppressant.
Though these things can't actually suppress Oripathy itself, they can relieve the symptoms of the disease. The product of Mama John's works, and works quickly, and that's good enough for them.
The concept of "suppressant" is new to Terra, and naturally they wouldn't know.

Doctor : Since they can make painkillers, they don't need to make real suppressants...
Why do they care about our technology then?

Cannot : Hahahaha... That story would be even more interesting.
Did you know, before Mama John's became a big name, they were just a donut chain. How could they have mastered the technology to produce drugs?
All their pharmaceutical production lines are purchased from other companies such as Beachbrella, Tower Mountains, Rhine Lab...
Now that they sell painkillers as suppressants and make so much money, do you think the other pharmaceutical companies will sit on their hands?
They've been thoroughly beaten down by other companies, but they've also learned a whole lot. This time, they've decided to directly off their partner, something that is distinctively Columbian.
With your batch of samples in hand, I suspect the landscape of their cheap drugs will soon change.
A more efficacious drug with a stronger analgesic will convince more people that this in fact is an "Oripathy suppressant."

Amiya : How can that be allowed?! Rhodes Island's samples are not Oripathy suppressants at all. Those samples haven't been tested for safety yet and might have serious side effects. We haven't...

Cannot : Let me tell you what will happen next.
Mama John's will use your technology to make more and more "suppressants" at lower costs.
Of course, those poor pioneers will become the guinea pigs.
Will they die? Let me tell you the truth. Even without Mama John's, they will still die–
–Columbia's frontiers have been bought with the blood of the pioneers. Their life expectancy is not long regardless.
But those who remain, those whose lives were not claimed while paving the wilderness, are ever more likely to work for them in exchange for these so-called suppressants.
This medicine gives some short-term pain relief. Maybe it can even buy them a few extra years.
Then, the newspapers across Columbia's major cities will publish headline after headline of their great achievements, right on the front page.
"Mama John's Strides Into Pharmaceuticals, Bringing New Hope to the Infected!"
Impeccable!
As for the truth, it is not at all important compared to the actual effectiveness of the analgesics.
Of course you can tell these poor people, "those drugs that you're taking can't actually cure Oripathy, but can best be regarded as expensive painkillers and placebos." And then what?
You keep telling the truth, saying that even the best suppressants by far can't bring back their completely normal lives and that they will continue to be accompanied by sickness and pain until they die.
On the subject of Oripathy, Rhodes Island indeed stands at the bleeding edge in this world, so you know the truth. But is it a truth that they can stomach?
And this... is Columbia, my friend.
Nothing will change, and everything makes sense. People come to Columbia with hope, create value with hope, and die with hope.

Amiya : But we can't just sit around and watch them use Rhodes Island to...

Cannot : See, this is very practical.
You cannot save them, nobody can save them. Not to mention, it is difficult even to protect yourselves now.
For the Infected who harbor hope in their hearts, hope never existed in the first place, and you know this better than they do.
You should contact your people sooner rather than later, and find a way to get back.

Doctor : You're right, Mr. Cannot. / ...... / I don't want to admit it, but facts are facts.

Amiya : Doctor...

Cannot : I know, that hope is a cruel thing indeed.
When you realize it can't be undone, when you realize you are powerless, when you find yourself nothing but desperate...
Hope is enough to drive a perfectly good person mad.
People believe what they want to believe, and that makes them feel much better.

「You look over at Amiya. You watch her ears slowly droop, her eyes filled with sadness, then stained with helplessness.
The two of you have seen much, but you both will see more still. You both understand all this, and in fact, there is no need for the wasteland merchant to explain it again.
In the distance, along the border between the wastelands and the sky, the sun slowly sinks.
Day is about to draw to an end in Terra's wastelands. The light is about to fade, and the twin moons will soon take its place in the sky.
The sun will still rise tomorrow, but not every Infected will see the coming dawn.
Even if there are enough drugs to suppress Oripathy in this place, it is too late for so many more. Nothing will change.
Nothing will change? 」

Doctor : But– Mr. Cannot.
Even if hope will continue to bring us pain, I still think it's worth it.
If we give up on hope, what is the meaning of everything we've had to endure?

Amiya : Doctor...!

Cannot : Oh! Quite the rousing speech, friend.
You did not convince me, for you will find it hard to do so, but I felt the sincerity of your emotions.
I do like how you still refuse to bow to reality despite having seen it, though to be honest, you've already embarrassed yourselves.
Let's put that speech aside for now. I know that you two are very practical people, so I will also pose a very practical question. I'm quite curious, what will you do next?
You've already arrived at the Messenger Outpost at the border, and you will be leaving this place soon.
Do you plan to turn around and head back? What then?
To be frank, my friend, unless you have some way of getting your things back from them, you will have a very hard time resolving these matters.
Will you charge there single-handedly with all guns blazing? Should I lend you a burdenbeast so you can look like a hero of the vale from the indigenous Columbian peoples' folklore?
Oh, I almost forgot, you can't fight.

Amiya : Mr. Cannot, please don't say that about the Doctor.

Doctor : No, Amiya, he's right.
Sometimes, we don't necessarily need to use force. / We can use their own ways to resolve the problem– and I just happen to have some practice. / In order to get Rhodes Island out of here safely, we have to get crafty.

Cannot : From the sound of things, you plan to appeal to reason?

<Background 8>

「Four days later
4:01 P.M. \ Clear
Columbia Detention Center 」

Columbian Police : Alright, you can leave now.

Doctor : Thank you. Thank you very much.

Amiya : Doctor!

Doctor : It went well, Amiya.

Amiya : Don't do that again! I was really... I was worried sick!

Cannot : You played your bag of tricks quite well, my friend. Very clever.
I'm glad that the little excursion I took you on was not in vain, nor was me waiting out here for a few days. I really did underestimate you.
But, I am a bit scared of you now, my friend.

Doctor : I'll take that as a compliment. / ...It's alright. / To be honest, I was a bit scared too when I woke up to a bucket-head.

Amiya : I... I still don't understand... what happened.

Cannot : Simply stated... our clever friend here voluntarily surrendered to Columbian Customs and Border Protection, saying that your company had smuggled a batch of Oripathy-related drugs into Columbia.
If you know anything about Columbian laws, you should know that Oripathy-related drugs are the most strictly-regulated medical products.
The company that lobbied to implement this law in the past spent a lot of efforts to monopolize the drug market in Columbia.
The information provided by our friend here definitely alarmed the Columbian Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Arts Units, and Originium, and they certainly aren't easy to deal with.
Per protocol, the Bureau's security forces went there in no time and seized all items in this smuggled product trade.

Amiya : But, we have complete contracts and records of our cooperation with them, which should be easy to find...

Cannot : Hahaha, that's the important part.
Miss Rabbit, when they chose to attack you, they had no intention of leaving any footprints. They have destroyed all evidence of this cooperation, and nothing would match up in the investigation.
So what kind of situation will prevent a company from leaving behind any evidence of a transaction?
What else but shady business.

Amiya : So it was the Columbian government that seizes all the samples...

Cannot : According to law, they will destroy these smuggled goods, and then? There's nothing after that. Mama John's is pretty much omnipotent around here, but what if the scope extends to cover all of Columbia?
Columbian Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Arts Units, and Originium. Their name might be a mouthful, but they have some competent people. And they'll be watching closely.

Amiya : I understand now... But even with that being the case, won't Rhodes Island have a blackened record?

Cannot : Hahaha, this is Columbia after all. There's not a company out there with a perfectly wiped rear.
Pay a fine, sign off on the ticket, and it won't be long until people forget about it– perhaps, people might have stopped caring already.
After all, in order to cover their ass, Mama John's might have inadvertently given Rhodes Island its best cover– and in case the Bureau really came for Rhodes Island, they would be the ones in trouble.
Of course, your Doctor did spend three days in the Bureau's detention room, which is its own price.

Amiya : It's hard for me to evaluate this move, Doctor...
Dr. Kal'tsit is going to be mad.

Doctor : That she will be, but if there's anything I know about her... / I'll just tell her I learned it from watching her.

[Blaze, who had heard of what happened to the Doctor, shows up. ]

Blaze : I wouldn't mouth off like that if I were you...

Doctor : Oh, Blaze. The gang's all here.

「The well-built Feline operator is looking at you with eyes of helplessness. 」

Blaze : Doctor, you caused a real big uproar this time around...
Fines, fees, jail time, and even the Columbian government investigating illegitimate business practices...
But I have no clue how you managed to sort it all out. I almost had to call Dr. Kal'tsit myself.
How the hell are you gonna explain all this to her when you get back?

Doctor : I... have my ways. / ...... / Uhh, beg for mercy.

Amiya : Doctor! Please don't ever take a gamble like this in the future. We could contact the ship and wait for support!
Besides, Rhodes Island actually has a contingency plan for dealing with situations like this.

Doctor : At least the trip through the wastelands was fun, wasn't it?

Amiya : Fun? ...I suppose, just a little...
Doctor! Don't change the subject!
After we get back, you have to tell the whole truth to Dr. Kal'tsit. I'll help you with the report.

Doctor : Okay... / Thanks...

Cannot : Then I suppose it is time to part ways, my friend.
As I said before, our journey together was most enjoyable.

Doctor : Yes, it definitely was. Thank you so much, Mr. Cannot.
Thanks for everything. We may meet again someday.

Cannot : I do believe we will meet again in the near future.
Until then, I wish you good health. See you later.

Blaze : Who was that? Gave me the sense there was something else under that nice front of his...

Amiya : Doctor?

Doctor : Hmm?

Amiya : There's something I'd like to ask you...
Back then, you said you needed Mr. Cannot to do a little favor for you. What was it?

<Background 2>

「Three days ago
3:27 P.M. \ Clear
Somewhere in the wastelands 」

Cannot : You're a real crazy one, friend.
That's a rather destructive trick you've got there.
So, what do you need my help with?

Doctor : Though we don't want to use force, I still want to keep the option open.
I would like your people to protect Amiya, up until she leaves safely. / Maybe your people can ensure that Rhodes Island doesn't come under attack. / In case of emergency, I'd like your people to do some clean-up work for me.

Cannot : Oi! Hold up, easy now.
What do you mean by "my people?"

Doctor : Mr. Cannot, I hope you can at least be honest with me now. / We've been followed the whole way, right? / We might just be lucky, as you said. But is it really just luck?

Cannot : ......

「The strange man has gone silent, but you can't judge his expression under the thick bucket helm. However, you feel that the silence harbors neither anger nor dissatisfaction. 」

Cannot : Well done, Dr. {nickname}.
I thought my friends did a good job concealing themselves. This whole time, I took you for an intelligent but overly sentimental person.
You truly are full of surprises.
Well then, Dr. {nickname}.
Of course I can help you with this little favor, though I believe that with Miss Amiya's skills, she won't really need my help.
But business is business, and what can you offer me?

Doctor : I'll turn a blind eye to the documents you took from our car.
How does that sound to you?

Cannot : Hahaha...
Beautifully played, friend. It's a deal.

Doctor : If everything goes well, we will see you in three days.

Cannot : Of course, my friend. I wish you the best of luck.

[The Doctor leaves. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Cannot : ......
All right, you can come out now.

[A Sarkaz warrior of the Fiends Gang, who had followed Cannot Goodenough all the time, reveals himself. ]

Fiends Gang Member : You alone? Is it over?

Cannot : Not quite. The upcoming show should be quite entertaining.

Fiends Gang Member : That one's extremely dangerous. We shouldn't let 'em go.

[A Rusthammer warrior who also had followed Cannot Goodenough all the time reveals himself. ]

Rusthammer Member : We could come up against that Rhodes Island. Why should we help them?

Cannot : Just trust me. The existence of an organization like theirs is good for us.
The longer such people live, the more interesting this world will become.
Let's go, friends. We still have a lot of work to do.

Notes

Unlike the Doctor's other dialogues, this one is not player-determined.

Memoria

Summary

A Catastrophe looms. The Doctor steps onto the bridge, as if guided by prophecy, to lead Rhodes Island through the crisis. Kal'tsit determines that though the Doctor has lost most episodic memory, a basic understanding of the nature of Originium still remains.

「4:11 P.M. \ Overcast, Visibility: 10 km
Rhodes Island Landship, Medical Cabin 」

<Background 1>

Kal'tsit : Remove the electrodes.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : What's the prognosis? / ......

Kal'tsit : No new developments.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : My head feels hot and distended. Not good.

Kal'tsit : You'll feel better after a quick rest.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : Dr. {nickname}, I've scanned your brain seven times over the past month or so, and the results are always the same.
There's nothing wrong with your medial temporal lobe, and the neurons in other brain areas are as active as they are in most young people.
Meaning you don't need to come to Medical for these unpleasant tests so often.

Doctor : Then, what's wrong with my memory?

Kal'tsit : There's no doubt that you've lost a lot of your memory. Even someone like you wouldn't be able to manipulate the results.
Those memories are episodic, chiefly concerning the subjective awareness of your identity, and even more so about all your experiences before you fell asleep in the Chernobog sarcophagus.
In contrast, your procedural memory has recovered extremely quickly.
From my reports or Amiya's and Dobermann's observations, this conclusion is clear.
Your ability to command, as exhibited during the Chernobog incident, is not significantly worse than before.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Why would this happen?

Kal'tsit : There are many reasons for memory loss. Some are force majeure, others are subjective.
Medical testing can only rule out qualitative pathological changes.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Kal'tsit : Of course, you don't make as much noise as you used to.
Considering your language center has not been damaged, I can only guess that the deprivation of episodic memory has caused some changes in your personality.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : In other words, I'm still useful?

Kal'tsit : To Rhodes Island, you are far more than just "useful."
Even if you truly lost all your memories and become an ignorant bystander, Amiya would not have regretted saving you, and there will always be a place for you at Rhodes Island.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : In any case, I believe that the skills you possess will play just as key a role as they did in the past.

Doctor : I want to be able to help you. / I want to be able to help Amiya.

Kal'tsit : I know.
And I've seen how hard you've been working.
After leaving Lungmen, we've been making our way through the wastelands for some time. The operators need an opportunity to rest, Amiya in particular.
Likewise, you also need a chance to catch your breath, don't you?

Doctor : I just want some time to adjust. / ...... / I don't want to stop here.

Kal'tsit : With PRTS to help you, it won't take long for you to adapt to your work at Rhodes Island.
However, I don't want you to push yourself.
Rhodes Island is not the only thing that has just emerged from a terrible disaster. You have as well, Dr. {nickname}.
Your physical indicators have more or less returned to normal, but your memory is still damaged, and your mental state is unstable.
As a patient, overwork can only harm you.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : You're also a patient.

Kal'tsit : Me? I appreciate your concern.
Though I can't say I'm used to Oripathy, I can assure you that I'm the last person you should worry about.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Amiya is also a patient.

Kal'tsit : Amiya knows you're concerned about her, and she's been paying more attention to her health lately.
I have no choice but to admit, there are some areas in which your words hold more weight than mine.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : Dr. {nickname}, in the span of one short month, you've taken over the staffing of several departments on this ship.
In addition, I've seen you reviewing past battles together with combat operators to further explore the possibilities of tactical optimization.
You've even been reading during this entire examination. Are you looking at the briefing submitted by the new operator who just reported in a few days ago?
Furthermore, I've seen your notes.
Those records about even the most trivial of the operators' details, those flashes of tactical inspiration...
Those calculations for determining Rhodes Island's business efficiency, and even those scrawls that I can't make sense of. They are all evidence of your commitment to your duty.
Although most of these tasks can be completed with the assistance of PRTS, I think this is your preferred method.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : It's just a way of organizing my thoughts.

Kal'tsit : As the density of your notes increases, your cognition also improves.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : PRTS's data lacks a bit of that human touch.

Kal'tsit : PRTS is just a tool. Avoiding overreliance on tools is a good working habit.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : You didn't see me badmouthing you, did you?!

Kal'tsit : So that was a complaint? I would rather take those words as a compliment.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : All of your abilities are recovering rapidly, not only due to the retention of your procedural memory, but also due to your extraordinary efforts.
Conscious exercise will help your brain return more quickly to your pre-comatose state, and may even bring back your memory faster than expected.

Doctor : Do you want me to recover as quickly as possible?

Kal'tsit : I am your doctor. There's not a doctor out there who does not wish for the quick recovery of her patient.
That said, if you end up collapsing due to overwork, you'll disrupt Amiya's condition as well.

Doctor : Are you only concerned about Amiya? / ...... / I see. You do care about me.

Kal'tsit : These sentiments of yours that occasionally leak through are quite unlike the past you. While this is rather intriguing, if I am the object of your feelings, let's just say we've no need of that.
I've told you many times over that ensuring your physical and mental well-being has always been one of my duties.
So, yes, even here, I still care about you. Even without a battle.

Doctor : It's strange that you'd talk to me like this. / ...... / Alright.

Kal'tsit : Today's exam is over.
As I said, you don't need to report back here at the same time next week.
The regular morning and evening check-ups will continue for a while. Lancet-2 will look after you for me.
If we ever find that your physical condition does not support your continued work, you must immediately return to Medical.
As for now, you may return to your work, Doctor.

<Background 2>

「4:32 P.M. \ Overcast, Visibility: 7 km
Rhodes Island Landship, Hallway outside the bridge 」

[Earthspirit approaches one of the R.I. landship's navigators. ]

Navigator A : Earthspirit? What brings you here?

Earthspirit : I've updated the geological monitoring report I submitted this morning.

Navigator A : You needed to make an adjustment so soon? That's unlike you.

Earthspirit : The numbers changed quickly. Made me miss my afternoon nap.
Forward the report to your team leader. My recommendations are at the bottom.

Navigator A : Sure. Strong winds warning, is it?
That's no problem. The Engineering Department strengthened the storm shutters two days in advance, and Logistics notified everyone to stay away from the at-risk deck areas.

Earthspirit : That's not all. Keep reading.

Navigator A : Huh... There might be a strong windstorm ahead of our route? Should we slow down or make a detour?
How dangerous is this windstorm you're talking about here?

Earthspirit : I don't know.
I looked at anomalies in the data and made my best call. All I know for sure is there's more than one cyclone forming ahead, and it's far more intense than anyone would expect.

Navigator A : Sounds pretty vague.
We set our route a month ago, it's already been approved. We're looking at a big mess if we change it on the fly.
You were in that meeting, right? We chose the route for its super low risk profile. Over the last decade, caravans from Lungmen to Leithanien have been back and forth over this route dozens of times.

Earthspirit : Yes. In theory, we've avoided the Catastrophe-prone areas, and the probability of encountering danger is low.

Navigator A : But you're also not sure?
The bosses want us as far away from Ursus and Lungmen as soon as possible.

Earthspirit : Whatever... I just needed to make sure you got my warning.
Deciding what to do with it is not in my job description. That's up to you.

Navigator A : Settle down, Earthspirit, we've got protocols. I'll notify the team leader, and we'll discuss...

Doctor : There's no time for that.

Navigator A : Huh, Doctor?! Why are you here?
Shouldn't you be in your office?

Doctor : I was going up onto the bridge.

Navigator A : Now that's some coincidence...
If you're taking the report, are you going to explain the situation to our team leader in person?

Doctor : The windstorm is right in front of us. He'll notice soon enough. / The situation is urgent, I'll let Amiya know.

Navigator A : What? It's that serious? Well that's not good...

Earthspirit : Doctor, you believe me?

Doctor : I believe in reality. / I believe my operators.

Earthspirit : Then I'll go to the bridge with you. I'll continue to observe the situation in real time and report to you and Amiya.

Doctor : Good. That's the best option. / Not going to ask for overtime?

Earthspirit : This is within the scope of my duties.

<Background black>

「4:39 P.M. \ Overcast, Visibility: 4 km
Rhodes Island Landship, Bridge 」

<Background 3>

Central Control Staff : Warning, the wind speed is increasing rapidly!
At these numbers, our visibility's going to fall under one kilometer within a few minutes!

Amiya : Did you turn on the assisted driving function for sandstorm mode?

Central Control Staff : We've had it on for a while, it was part of the itinerary.
But Amiya, this might not be an ordinary sandstorm...

Navigator B : My god!

[An R.I. landship navigator jumped off his chair in shock after looking at the readings. ]

Amiya : What is it, Pavel?

Navigator B : Sensors detecting thunderstorm clouds ahead!

Amiya : ......
Open the PA, tell the whole ship that Rhodes Island will pass through a thunderstorm shortly, and raise the alert level by one!
Central command personnel, slow us down right now!

[The strong winds of the storms caused the R.I. landship's interiors to rumble. ]

Amiya : Ugh... we're rocking a lot...
What's the situation?

Central Control Staff : The pressure on the hull side panels is skyrocketing!
70% of the outermost storm shutters have been damaged and are basically failing!
Also... multiple abnormal heat sources detected near the hull, energy amplitude approaching critical threshold!

Amiya : Does this mean...

Doctor : Yes. It's a Catastrophe.

Amiya : Ah, Dr. {nickname}!
How... can this be?

Doctor : No time to explain. / It's a supercell.

Amiya : Alright... I got it.

[Amiya uses the R.I. landship's PA to make an announcement. ]

Amiya : All hands, activate code red Catastrophe alert!
Evacuate all personnel on the first deck, bridge excluded. Gather all non-engineering personnel from the second to sixth levels in the central area for safety!
Central control, maintain minimum speed cruising...
Navigator, how long will this desert thunderstorm last?

Navigator B : These sudden-onset storms usually pass within an hour or two...

Navigator A : It's hard to say for sure. Doctor? Earthspirit?

Doctor : Earthspirit, your analysis.

Earthspirit : Yes, Doctor.
Mr. Pavel, the Doctor gave you the report I completed an hour ago.

Navigator B : Multiple small cyclones within two kilometers...? This doesn't bode well!
This Catastrophe is no ordinary desert thunderstorm... we could be looking at a maximum strength windstorm!

Earthspirit : Can I borrow one of the sensors on the bridge?

Navigator B : Of course. I should've seen it myself...

Earthspirit : It's alright, Mr. Pavel. This is an extremely abnormal phenomenon and well beyond the scope of normal Catastrophe prediction. An experienced Catastrophe Messenger would have some trouble spotting all the signs in time.
If not for the Doctor's assistance, I would've treated the outliers as errors and glossed over them.

Doctor : We still have time to move things in the right direction. / ...... / I'm getting a real bad feeling about this.

Earthspirit : Doctor, Amiya, the small cyclones ahead are converging and intensifying.
In other words, the core of the multi-cyclone vortex is about to generate.
Once the core forms, I estimate the cyclone will reach two kilometers in diameter and last at least seven to eight hours.

Amiya : What happens if Rhodes Island maintains its speed as it approaches the core?

Central Control Staff : If we come into contact with the vortex, the ship's hull may collide with high-speed active Originium dust, roughly equivalent to the simultaneous detonation of hundreds of maximum-payload Originium bombs across the bulwark.
I'm sure you can guess how that might go for us.

Amiya : Do we have enough time to change course?

Central Control Staff : I can try...

Navigator B : The core of the windstorm changes directions very quickly, and can reach a maximum speed of nearly 1,000 kilometers per hour.

Central Control Staff : Then there's no point in us trying.
Amiya, even if we try a full speed retreat, if we get unlucky with the direction, Rhodes Island won't escape the storm.

Amiya : Then it seems like the only thing we can do is stay put.
Mr. Pavel, give me a potential damage assessment.

Navigator B : If we spend seven hours in a thunderstorm of a similar scale, the first to sixth decks will be damaged maybe 15%...
Of those, the first deck will take the hardest hits, and casualties are likely.

Amiya : It'll be the biggest loss the ship takes in a year.
But, I don't see any options...

Doctor : There is a way.

Amiya : Doctor?

Doctor : We won't have to take damage. / You don't want to have to dock for a month of repairs, right?

Amiya : Yes, if we have to stop in the wastelands, we could face other threats.

Doctor : We have another choice. / Since we can't retreat and don't want to stop, what else can we do?

Amiya : Doctor, are you suggesting that we continue straight ahead?

Central Control Staff : That's out of the question, visibility is too low!
Even with assisted driving, I can't navigate. I'm from Sargon, plunging headfirst into a sandstorm like this is suicide!

Amiya : I understand your concerns, Mr. Kamal.
But, I trust the Doctor.
Dr. {nickname}, are you sure about leading Rhodes Island through the Catastrophe zone?

Doctor : I need Earthspirit to keep calculating the real-time coordinates of the vortex. / Yes. / I need PRTS to help me calculate the energy amplitude of the Originium on the surface.

Amiya : Good, please cooperate with the Doctor.

Central Control Staff : Calculating a safe route in such a short time sounds like a bad joke.

Amiya : If anyone can do it, it's our Doctor.

Central Control Staff : I've heard stories of the battles and all... but operating the landship is nothing like field command!

Navigator B : I don't know about this... Of course, I don't doubt the Doctor's abilities, but I've never heard of this real-time calculation method...

Earthspirit : It just might work...

Navigator B : Earthspirit, can you make sense of the Doctor's formulas?

Earthspirit : No.
But they feel a bit familiar.
Right... I heard about a similar formula from some whiz kid a couple days ago, but the Doctor's version is more complicated and varied.

Doctor : I've given the route to the navigator. / Work with the central control staff if you need to change course rapidly. / Amiya, we're ready.

Amiya : Let's head forward then!

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : I'll help you issue instructions.

Amiya : No, Doctor, that would be too inefficient.
Rhodes Island only needs one commander right now.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Leave it to me.

Amiya : Okay, Doctor, go forward until you're at my position.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Amiya : From the moment I saw you appear on the bridge, I trusted that the situation would definitely turn around.
Attention, everyone on the bridge–
From now on, I am transferring command of the Rhodes Island landship to Dr. {nickname}!

Doctor : Notify Closure and have her put all cabins into energy-saving mode! / All power to the engines!

Navigator B : Got it, Doctor!

Amiya : Message from Closure: The engine is ready, and she wishes us "good luck"...

Earthspirit : There's nothing wrong with going a little crazy every now and then.

Central Control Staff : If I knew I'd be sailing like this, I would've brought some booze.

Doctor : Rhodes Island, all ahead full!

[The entire R.I. landship rumbles as she treads though the Catastrophe storm. ]

Central Control Staff : I'm getting a nosebleed from this speed!

Navigator B : That's because I elbowed your nose... Sorry, but the whole place is shaking so much I can't control my limbs.

Central Control Staff : Is the seismic damper malfunctioning?

Navigator B : Looks like it's not just my imagination – the whole ship's falling apart.
Earthspirit, you haven't taken your eyes off the screen at all...

Earthspirit : Cyclone number two is continuing to move thirty degrees southeast, cyclone number three... cyclone number four...

Amiya : Doctor, hold my hand!

<Background black>

Doctor : I've got you, Amiya.

<Background 3>

Amiya : Doctor, did I step on your foot...?

Doctor : Don't worry about it. You can hold on even tighter. / ...... / Your ears are making my face itchy.

Amiya : Are we shaking less?

Doctor : Hard right, now!!

[The R.I. landship banks right to avoid a strong wind. ]

Central Control Staff : Haah... I didn't even notice that strong wind just now. If it caught us, there's no telling if we would've been able to stabilize the hull at this speed!

Navigator B : Did the downburst make contact with the ground?

Earthspirit : Only two minutes until the core of the storm forms.

Doctor : Maintain current trajectory and keep moving forward!

Central Control Staff : Wait, I see the cyclone!
There's one on the left and another on the right!
We're surrounded. Rhodes Island is going to collide in just two or three more minutes!

Doctor : Keep going.

Central Control Staff : It's impossible to avoid them! We don't have enough space to maneuver!

Doctor : Trust me.

Central Control Staff : I'm trying real hard, Doctor!
But I don't trust myself so much!
Forget it, if Amiya's with you, I'm on board too. Even if I have to tie my hand to the steering handle, I'll keep pushing it forward until the very end!

Central Control Staff : I just regret agreeing to swap shifts with that stinky lad, George...

Earthspirit : Seventy-five meters. Fifty meters. Thirty meters...

Navigator B : (Gulps nervously) I've never seen a Catastrophe-cyclone up close before...

Amiya : Doctor...

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Amiya, are you afraid?

Amiya : I'm a bit nervous, but I'm not afraid.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ......

Amiya : I am a little nervous. But rest assured, Doctor, I'm not afraid.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : You're hurting my hand.

Amiya : Sorry, Doctor, I'm a bit nervous. But I'm not afraid.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Amiya : We've been through times like this together before.
The closer we might be to despair, the bigger everyone's hopes are, the more incredible the outcome will be.
Doctor, this is what you taught me.

Doctor : Hope comes from the commitment to never give in, even at the bitter end.

Amiya : Yes, Doctor, you once said the exact same words.

[An alarm blares all over the R.I. landship as she enters the eye of the Catastrophe storm and an automated announcement is heard over the PA... ]

「"Red alert, red alert..."
"Attention everyone, prepare for impact!" 」

Amiya : Just like before, we'll get through this crisis together.

[...and power was temporarily cut off due to the disruptions which also caused some rumbles... ]

[...but in the end, the R.I. landship managed to pass through the Catastrophe storm in one piece. ]

Doctor : Yes, we survived back then. / Look. / I think my record's looking pretty good.

Amiya : The wind is subsiding... and the color of the sky is changing too.

Navigator B : Report, Rhodes Island has left the Catastrophe zone!!
The damage to all deck levels is less than 5%, and nobody was injured!

<Background 3>

Amiya : Thank goodness...

Central Control Staff : My nose hurtsssss... Pavel, do you know you hit my nose again?

Navigator B : So what if I did? We're alive, I say! Alive!

Central Control Staff : Fine, but you owe me a drink.

Navigator B : Whatever you want, it's on my tab. I almost made a big mistake.
Doctor, it's all thanks to you!

Earthspirit : Absolutely brilliant calculations, Doctor.

Central Control Staff : Doctor, is your command always so thrilling? Haha, I'd like to get another taste of that sometime!

Navigator A : Doctor, how in the world did you pull that off? It's like you've got prophetic Arts or something, suddenly showing up on the bridge right before we get hit by a Catastrophe!

Doctor : To be fair, I was pretty anxious through that whole thing. / ...... / Shouldn't we celebrate?

Amiya : Doctor...

Amiya hugs you suddenly, and you realize that the hands on your waist are squeezing you tighter than they were at any point during the storm.

Amiya : Thank you... Thank you standing by my side.

<Background 4>

Kal'tsit : Not half bad.

Doctor : I did what I had to do. / ...... / Thanks.

Kal'tsit : The relationship between the self-replication speed of Originium and the increase in energy– you applied this knowledge to the calculation of wind-Catastrophe trajectories.
You demonstrated similar abilities in the past, helping your colleagues at the time mitigate losses from Catastrophes. Some called you a Catastrophe expert.
But we both know what you really specialize in.

Doctor : What do I specialize in? / ...... / Look, I really don't know.

Kal'tsit : That formula... You still remember it.

Doctor : I didn't remember it before. / It jumped right into my head.

Kal'tsit : You created that formula yourself.
You've recovered a lot of information about Originium and Catastrophes over the past month, and you left a lot of calculations in your notes.
Perhaps the sudden crisis dredged up the latent memories from deep inside your consciousness, or perhaps you reinvented it using the knowledge you left behind.
The fact that you could recall this formula proves that you still retain a basic understanding of the nature of Originium.
In other words, you've never forgotten your identity as a researcher of Originium.

Doctor : I want to continue this line of research. / This seems to be my duty.

Kal'tsit : You may see the study of Originium as your duty, but know that our actions should never be restricted by duty alone.
Dr. {nickname}, what drives you to pursue the study of Originium so fervently?

Doctor : Both you and Amiya have Oripathy. / The suffering caused by Originium scars our world. / I want to bring an end to this calamity.

Kal'tsit : I once heard an answer to this question.
It was very similar to what you said today, but also completely different.
The person who uttered those words had an instinctive desire to unravel truths unknown, and also worked hard to save lives.
But sometimes, salvation also meant destruction– that is what the same person told me.
Do you still harbor that same answer deep within your brain?

Doctor : Does it still count as being there even if I don't remember it? / ...... / Whatever makes you happy.

Kal'tsit : Amiya said your performance on the bridge today was much like that of an actual "prophet."

Doctor : I did my homework. / ...... / Why are you staring at me like that?

Kal'tsit : The rational part of me wants to believe in science.
When the results of your first brain examination came back, I thought I saw some errors in the process, and so there was a second time, a third time... and even a seventh time.
The rational part of me told me that repeating the same results three times was enough to prove that you weren't lying.
Without a shadow of a doubt, you really did lose a lot of your memories. You don't remember what you did to Theresa, and you forgot why you were standing here in the first place.
All of this has caused a significant... dichotomy between you and the person I once knew.
But just like I allowed you to do the seventh test, in this moment, I once again find myself doubting... Who exactly is standing in front of me?
How much of the past remains, and how much of you blooms anew?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : You're being sentimental again.

Kal'tsit : Perhaps, I won't deny it. Dealing with you always has a tendency to sway my emotions.
But this is also born of extreme rationality.
I hope you understand, there can be errors in our measurements. And in your case, I can no longer tolerate any errors.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : It felt terrible having to sit through seven exams.

Kal'tsit : I would like to apologize to you regarding this matter.
But taking a better grasp of your memory recuperation will also have real benefits for your body.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Doctor : There's something I've wanted to ask for a long time.
Setting aside your role as a doctor, do you want me to regain my memories?

Kal'tsit : Situations are rarely black and white... and the same is true of human emotions.
I've not concealed my hatred for you in the past, but... no matter how much I hate to admit it, there's something else there too.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : You want me doing everything I could before.

Kal'tsit : If it's only strength I needed, I believe that you are good enough as you are... Perhaps, you can do even better.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Do you miss the person you hate?

Kal'tsit : Do I... "miss"...?
That word is far too simple. The languages of this world have developed over thousands of years, and yet I am still unable to choose the most suitable word to order my thoughts during the many moments I think about you.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : You're searching for the truth of the past.

Kal'tsit : Without a doubt, I seek that answer.
Ideally, I want to hear the truth from your mouth. But I will not give up looking for that truth in other ways.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Kal'tsit : Now, it's my turn to ask you.
Dr. {nickname}, do you want your memories back?

Doctor : I do. / I don't.

Kal'tsit : Your answer doesn't matter. I see your hesitation.
Once your memories come back, many of your questions will be answered. However, not every answer will satisfy you.
You will know where all the emotions pouring into you come from, whether it is the hatred from me and W, the unconditional trust from Amiya, or... even further back.
Excess memories, intense emotions, will instantly flood your entire brain–
Trust me, what you will feel at that time will be far greater than exhaustion.
What you should fear even more is, when the past finally catches up to you, you must decide.
What if those memories are too strong and engulf all the hard work you've put in recently, and pull you back into the abyss that you failed to crawl out of over countless years?
Once the current you is defeated, everything you've worked so hard to build will collapse, and your will may no longer be your own.
So, let me ask you once more–
Dr. {nickname}, are you ready?

Doctor : ......

Kal'tsit : If luck is on our side, you won't need to answer this question any time soon.
I want to thank you. Over the past month or so, you've shown me some new possibilities.
Especially today. I learned that you still remember the formula.
It turns out, you and I are not the only ones preparing for that day.
I suspected this long ago, that home-use life functions restoration device was not supposed to have the defect of deleting one's memory–
In particular, it's impossible to selectively delete the part of the brain most likely involved in decision-making, but still retaining the parts most meaningful to you.
Dr. {nickname}......
What I think is, she trusted you even more than I could fathom in the past.
That being the case, we should continue to work hard.
Just as I've said countless times already, I will help you, as long as we continue to stand together.

<Background 5>

「7:43 P.M. \ Overcast
Rhodes Island Landship, Command Center 」

[Someone knocks the door. ]

??? : Professor, are you here?

Doctor : Eyjafjalla? Come in.

[Eyjafjalla enters the room. ]

Eyjafjalla : Professor, they said you wanted to see me...

Doctor : This is for you.

Eyjafjalla : Is it about my application to become an operator...? Oh, it's been approved?
That's great news. Everyone said you and Miss Amiya would turn me down because of my condition.

Doctor : I convinced her.

Eyjafjalla : I see, you even went out of your way to get it approved? Thank you...

Doctor : The briefing you submitted this morning helped Rhodes Island through a crisis.

Eyjafjalla : You mean... the Catastrophe this afternoon?
Professor, did you read my analysis?

Doctor : Your Originium vein expansion observations were incredibly accurate. / You were able to predict a Catastrophe through an increase in Originium activation on the surface.

Eyjafjalla : It was just a hunch.
They said the density of Originium near the surface around here would be very low, but I saw the same situation in a volcano in southern Leithanien...
Even a small amount of Originium proliferates rapidly over a brief period when the conditions are right.
Two days ago, after finishing my daily treatment, I was walking around the dorms as usual when I saw the approaching phenomenon from the dust samples on the porthole.
In sandy terrain, a sudden burst in Originium energy will cause the ground temperature to rise rapidly, leading to a significant increase in the possibility of large-scale wind-Catastrophes.
Um... I'm so sorry... I can go on and on about this stuff...

Doctor : Please continue.

Eyjafjalla : You've already seen the report, right?
Busy as you are, I never expected you'd read our random notes.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : I also read your thesis. / Your research is very interesting.

Eyjafjalla : Professor, are you interested in my research?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : I've said before, I'm a hard worker, but some folks are thinking I can use Arts.

Eyjafjalla : Do mystical Originium Arts like that exist?
......
............
Ah... I understand, you were making a joke.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Eyjafjalla : If you're not too busy, I'd love to stay over and have a nice chat with you again.

Doctor : After I get some work done. / You're welcome to look around.

Eyjafjalla : There are so many books on your desk...
"Annals of the Great Yan Classics," "A Tower Without a Legend," "Columbia Judicial Observation Notes," "Conquest and Assimilation" ...Professor, are these the books you normally read?
Your interests are so diverse. It's nothing like the bookcases of the other professors I know.

Doctor : I think this one will interest you the most.

Eyjafjalla : These are your... Catastrophe research notes?

Doctor : Just something to read over. / Just some thoughts I jotted down. / Just a rough draft.

Eyjafjalla : Thank you... Thank you so much! I'll study these thoroughly!
If I have any questions, may I come to talk to you?

Doctor : Any time. / You're always welcome. / As long as I can finish my other work.

The young scholar clutches the notes you handed her tightly, lifts her head, and looks at you with conviction-filled eyes.

Eyjafjalla : Professor... my life has been a series of wonderful surprises since coming to Rhodes Island.
The stability of my Oripathy has given me a lot more confidence about my future, and people like you have given me the hope to keep moving forward.
If you're working so hard, then what reason do any of us have to give up?
–Professor.
Thank you so much for leading Rhodes Island forward, and on into the future.

Valorem

Summary

After the Chernobog incident, the Doctor broods over the events of the last three, breakneck months. Caught between confusion and thought, the Doctor recalls an interesting story with a fallen friend.

<Background 1>

Ace : I bet 300. It's just a pile of broken scrap metal. Not worth the trouble.

Scout : You sure? I'll bet 500, then. That thing's important to us.

Ace : How do you figure?

Scout : Intuition.

Ace : Not tricky to find old gadgets in the wastes, though, when Catastrophes blow them out all the time.

Scout : But intuition tells me that's not your average trash.

[The Doctor enters the room where Ace and Scout are in. ]

Note: For this segment, all of the Doctor's dialogues are not player-determined.

Doctor : What are you two chatting about?

Ace : Oh, Doctor.

Scout : Good evening, Dr. {nickname}.
We went to a drifter settlement yesterday while on field duty, and turned out something fairly interesting.

Ace : It's just industrial scrap. I've seen this stuff all over the western wastes. Not worth your time, Doctor.

Scout : But incredibly, it's industrial scrap that still works. It seems to be playing some kind of audio.

Doctor : Music?

Ace : You'd be hard-pressed to convince me that's music.

Doctor : The circumstances it was found in?

Scout : There was a strange machine in the middle of the drifters' settlement. Painted red, very heavy, and made strange noises when anyone came near.
The drifters weren't too keen on approaching it, but they still set up camp around it.
We ought to have moved it back. Dame Kal'tsit might know the specifics of its technology.

Ace : Spend cash to drag back a pile of industrial scrap? Have we ever had the luxury?

Scout : Perhaps that banshee might take a liking to it.

Ace : If you have some personal beef going on, I suggest you don't bring it to work.

Doctor : Sounds interesting.
Time permitting, we can visit that settlement together sometime. Maybe I'll be able to tell you what it is.

Ace : Oh, looks like our gamble's gonna pay off, then.

Scout : Then it's settled. Once Her Majesty's affairs are worked out for the time being, together we'll go.
And keep to that deal.

<Background 2>

「You awaken to an unpleasant mechanical noise.
A normal day.
Before your eyes is the ceiling of an ordinary living room in Rhodes Island. The furnishings look just as ordinary, though the hum of the ventilation system seems a bit deeper than in other cabins.
You know why. It is one of the most inconspicuous parts of your many peculiarities.
You wash up perfunctorily. This part isn't so different from ordinary people. You take special medication to maintain your condition. This part is a bit different from ordinary people.
Next, you don the full-body protective clothing that hampers your normal activities, but considering your physical condition, it is necessary. It may also be temporary, depending on your recovery.
These are all orders from Dr. Kal'tsit. According to her, you used to know more about these things than she did; but now, only she can look after your health. 」

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 3>

Kal'tsit : Of course, Dr. {nickname}. You are not like that one.
Is there anyone out there like us?
...Is anyone out there like you?

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 2>

「The world has not been kind to you, and you know this. 」

Amiya : Ah, Doctor, you're awake.
Considering how late you stayed up, you can rest a bit longer.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Not going to urge me to work today?

Amiya : Doctor... I'm not trying to supervise your work or anything. You should rest when it's time to rest.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ...I'm fine.

Amiya : Hmm... Dr. Kal'tsit says you need to be getting enough sleep, and that means more than usual.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Don't worry, I'm feeling pretty energetic.

Amiya : Really...? Doctor, I'm worried you may be a little TOO energetic.

<Dialogue branch ends here>

Amiya : Oh, by the way, Dr. Kal'tsit stepped out for the day. She asked me to tell you that the meeting is postponed to tomorrow.

Doctor : Huh. So in other words, there's nothing on today's schedule? / Do I actually get a day off?

Amiya : Yes, that's why you should take advantage of it and rest up.

[Amiya leaves. ]

Doctor : Resting up, huh... / ...... / What a luxurious word.

<Background 4>

「7:33 A.M.
Rhodes Island Cafeteria 」

Fang : Oh, Doctor! Good morning.

Kroos : Ehh? Oh, Doctor~!

Doctor : Good morning.

Kroos : Wooow, Doctor, you actually got the time to come down to the cafeteria for breakfast today?

Doctor : Yes... I have the day off. / ...... / Am I normally that busy?

Noir Corne : Heh, would you look at that.
I never see you in the cafeteria so early.

Doctor : What impression have I given you...?

Noir Corne : What impression, huh... Probably a workaholic, chronically overworked all year round?
Seriously though, this is long overdue. You've been like this ever since we left Lungmen. Don't want to see you break down.
Be a little kinder to yourself, Doctor. After all, we were–

[Someone interrupts Noir Corne by hitting him on the back... ]

Noir Corne : –Ouch... Gahhh, g'damn, the hell are you doing?!

[...who turned out to be his superior Yato... ]

Yato : Loose lips sink ships.

[...before leaving. ]

Noir Corne : Huh?

Doctor : It's fine... You're exactly right. / My life is not solely my own, and I need to remind myself from time to time.

Noir Corne : Oh, it's not that, Doctor. That's not what I meant...
Well, whatever. Enjoy your breakfast. I'll leave you in peace.

「The operators gradually disperse, and you find yourself sitting in the corner of the canteen, a rare occurrence indeed.
Rhodes Island, a place that makes you feel both at home yet also estranged, just like those clear but also unrecognizable memories. A pharmaceutical company with the primary goal of resolving the problems surrounding the Infected.
It is said that the past you was intimately connected to all of this. It is said that you played a key role in its establishment. It is said that you were the brains of Rhodes Island, and that Rhodes Island was the extension of your will.
A portion of what was spoken of has been slowly returning to you, but you are not sure if this is good or bad.
You have forgotten too much. Rhodes Island has welcomed you, but you don't know if you are worthy of its welcome.
Your breakfast lies before your eyes, a bland but healthy meal. You know that this, too, is Kal'tsit's work.
Over the past three months, your life has been filled with these feelings–
Everything is so strange yet so nostalgic. Conceptually, these feelings are completely contradictory, yet they manifest in front of you together.
Three months ago, during the sudden outbreak of rioting and conflict, they... Rhodes Island, rescued you from the epicenter of the turmoil.
In the ensuing conflict, too many people lost their lives.
So many of the deceased recognized you, yet you do not recognize them; So many of the deceased heard about you, yet you have not heard about them.
You gave your utmost, gaining greater respect in the process, and your hard work finally bore the fruit of victory. Yet that victory still came laden with inevitable pain.
Up until now... Up until now, you've had but one question, a question that you've repeatedly raised to yourself but have never been able to answer.
Is it all worth it? 」

<Background 5>

「2:45 P.M.
Rhodes Island Integrated Bioprocessing Unit
Stretching out before your eyes is the most unique warehouse in all of Rhodes Island.
A large number of unclaimed objects are stacked in this warehouse.
A petite Perro operator is struggling to wipe down a badly-damaged shield.
You recognize the shield, and remember the former owner of that shield.
You remember that tall, somewhat slovenly operator who always sported a hearty smile. He was once your friend, or so you've been told. But you don't know anything.
You're weary of this repetitive, contradictory nonsense, but nothing better encapsulates the current state of your existence.
All the specifics sift through the cracks of your fingers. You extend your hand to catch them, but the fine sands of memory are dragged down by gravity and fall into the abyss, grain by grain. 」

Beagle : D-Doctor?
How'd you end up over her...

Doctor : This is... Ace's shield.

Beagle : Yes. It belonged to him. Every week, I come by... to keep it clean.
Ugh, it's... so heavy.
Um, can you lend me a hand, Doctor? It's really, really heavy... I always have trouble lifting it back onto the shelf.

「You step forward to help her, but soon realize that you are too weak to lift the shield even a single centimeter off the ground.
Perhaps you were able to do it in the past, but such a task is no longer possible for your convalescing body. Kal'tsit has reminded you of this, as well as everything else. 」

Beagle : Hey! Heyyyy! Doctor, don't lift with your back!
Um, never mind. I can do it myself.

Doctor : Sorry, I'm no help at all. / But... this is Ace's shield. I should at least...

Beagle : Don't worry about it. They always said you're the smartest person on Rhodes Island.

Doctor : Let me help.

Beagle : Alright! Just like this though– and be careful!
Phew! We did it!

Doctor : By the way, who are "they?"

Beagle : Let's see, Instructor Dobermann and others used to say that, as well as the elite operators.
Including Ace...
He used to talk about you. He said that you could stand up to half an army by yourself, hahaha.

Doctor : Were you and Ace close?

Beagle : Huh? Um... were we close...?
Ace was close to everyone. That's the kind of person he was.
The very reliable type... During training, he taught us all sorts of things, fighting as a team, cooperation, breaking encirclement.
The elite operators are always busy, but Ace took the time to drop by the training grounds.
I always thought to myself, when could I become as reliable as Ace...?

「Beagle stares at the shield with a sad smile. The dust from the warehouse plaster her hair and face, but the Perro operator doesn't seem to care. 」

<Background fades out and in>

「You look around the room, and in the corner of the shelf, something catches your attention.
Various photos and ornaments stacked in a small, messy box. Underneath it are some old, faded documents. 」

Doctor : This is...

Beagle : Oh... That's....
......
Doctor, you shouldn't...

Doctor : What is it?

Beagle : These are... things that belonged to... they're from the Reunion fighters, back in Lungmen...
The handlers in the Processing Room were discussing what to do with these for a long time, and ended up stuffing everything in here.

「You flip through a few photos. These old, yellowed, stained photos almost all depict Ursus people.
Most of the people in the photos are clad in ragged clothes, showing a mix of awkwardness, joy, or numbness when facing the camera.
On the backside of a silver pendant in the box is an engraving in the Ursus script–
–"To Ivana, my darling daughter. May she always know happiness."
Among them are former enemies, as well as former friends.
You know that some of them fought against Rhodes Island to the bitter end, and you also know that some of them became allies of Rhodes Island in a time of crisis.
You don't know all their stories, but you do know the suffering of the Infected. You know... and yet you do not know. 」

Beagle : Sometimes, those of us who were there, will also ask ourselves this question......
All of us have been through disaster. Ursus, the Infected, as well as us, but...
Was all of this truly worth it?

Doctor : ......

Beagle : Ah, sorry. I, I shouldn't be venting my frustration... But every time I come here, and see these things...
A-Anyways, please forget I said anything, Doctor– Doctor?

Doctor : It's fine, don't worry about it.

Beagle : Ah, it's already three! Gotta head to the training grounds. If I'm late, Instructor Dobermann's gonna chew me out again.
Gotta go, Doctor! Remember to lock the door, okay?

「The Perro operator rushes out, leaving you alone with the ownerless objects stacked in the warehouse, save the slowly-settling dust of time.
You are about to turn and leave, but a strange red shadow enters your field of vision. Curious, but just not enough to stop your movement.
It's just a strange red machine. 」

<Background 6>

「3:53 P.M. \ Overcast
Rhodes Island Landship, Lower Deck 」

W : Real talk, don't you guys get hot in here all day? Not even thinking about heading up to catch some fresh air?

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : This heat is just right for us Goliaths. Besides, someone's gotta keep an eye on this equipment.
Rhodes Island depends on the power system here.

W : Whatever keeps your motor running.

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : Getting ready to leave?

W : Yup, there's nothing for me here, plus that old hag Kal'tsit's giving me the evil eye again.

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : I'm actually really surprised that Dame Kal'tsit even let you back on.

W : Hah. Do you have any idea how many swords the hag has hanging over my head right now?
More than you could ever... Oi, look at the corridor over there. Wanna guess who's standing in that corner?

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : ...Are you going to Victoria?

W : Guess so. Just had a few words for my dear old pals before I go.

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : We all know what you're trying to do. We also know we can't talk you out of it.
But I have to say it one more time. Going to Victoria is not a good idea, W.
I think Sarkaz maybe shouldn't...
Ah, whatever. I'm just a boiler worker, and I shouldn't even be saying this stuff to you. Forget I brought it up.

W : There is something I've wanted to ask... Most of the gang already left, so why are you staying behind?
With your skills, don't you think you could make a good living anywhere?

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : ......
Her Majesty left us this home. No reason we should leave it.
Having a place we belong to sure as hell beats wandering the wastes.
Besides...

「The burly Sarkaz knocks on the nearby machine. 」

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : We have to protect the things Her Majesty left behind. I guess it's not much different from what you're trying to do... And you know that, W, better than anyone else.

W : Protecting a boiler? That big ol' hunk of steamy machinery is your home, huh?

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : Basically, yeah. I'd say this boiler is my purpose in life. Laugh if you want.

W : Yeah, you know this isn't exactly a laughing situation.

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : Haha. You're still thinking of us, and we appreciate that.
Safe travels.

<Background fades out and in>

W : Ugh... saps.

??? : It's time to go.

「A voice from the shadows. W looks up, and though the light isn't on, someone has been staring at her from the darkness since the beginning. 」

W : I know, I know... Ascalon, you're the most impatient one of all, aren't you?
But you're really not gonna let me see that "Doctor" or the dragon lady? There's a loooot– that I still want to say to them–

??? : ......

W : Aww, giving me the cold shoulder?
So, Ines is still alive? What's the situation in Londinium?
Then what's the plan? You used to be with Theresis–

??? : ......

W : Haha, fine. Spooking me with the silent treatment isn't easy. You used to be a lot more talkative. I guess seeing me pissed you off? I'll leave then, happy?
It just so happens that I had some stuff to check with the old hag first, otherwise I wouldn't have wanted to be here either.

??? : We work together for now.

W : Work together, huh? I'm not sure I'd call it that. It's more like making sure I've got all my targets nice and clear before we meet up out there in a warzone later.
I'm not gonna randomly stroll into Rhodes Island, don't worry. Though, those folks sure have an interesting look in their eyes. It's a warrior's look, you see it in battle–

??? : ......

「The Sarkaz in the shadows does not answer.
W knows of this habit, in Ascalon's line of work. The rule is, each extra word makes your head hit the ground a little bit faster. 」

W : My dear sweet Ascalon, you're not my boss anymore.
See you in Londinium.

[W heads off just as the Sarkaz boiler worker arrives. ]

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : What's wrong, W? You haven't left yet? Huh...
That's weird. How come there's nobody here?

<Background fades out and in>

「4:10 P.M.
Rhodes Island Landship, Lower Deck
The roar of machinery fills the lowest level of Rhodes Island, the area that provides power to the entire ship.
The Sarkaz Goliaths are the operators responsible for running it. On weekdays, the bottom level is populated pretty exclusively by technical staff.
You are wandering around aimlessly.
In these three months, you still have not set foot in every corner of Rhodes Island.
Rhodes Island is like a small nomadic city. Though much smaller in scale, it is still well-equipped.
Its internal structure is far more complicated than it seems at a glance, and the power plant is one such example. 」

[The Sarkaz boiler worker noticed the Doctor's arrival and checks out the entrance. ]

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : Hm? Why's it so lively here today? Nobody ever comes down to a place like... Oh...
Doctor?

Doctor : Closure told me you were looking for me? / Someone from HR said you were looking for me?

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : Yes, that's right. Actually... Uh, I've been wanting to talk to you for a while.
But you didn't need to come down here in person. I'm drenched in sweat, and it's way too hot here for you...
Why don't take this somewhere else? How does that sound?

Doctor : No problem, but what did you need me for? / ...... / Sure, but what's the rush?

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : It's just... about some nostalgic stuff. Sorry to make you listen to my rambling.

「The burly Sarkaz man puts down the wrench in his hand and removes his dirty work gloves.
From the bottom of his toolbox, he takes out a small teapot and the accompanying teacups, contrasting sharply with his large, rough hands. 」

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : Do you drink tea?

Doctor : We can skip the formalities... / Am I the one bothering you?

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : Don't worry about it. You're here, I might as well take a break.

Doctor : I'll be glad to have some then.

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : You... Haha, I won't try to hide it. In fact, I never thought I'd get a chance to chat with you like this.
Seems like you're in a bad mood. Is something wrong? Something to do with the weather?

「He knows more about Rhodes Island than you.
You suddenly feel that it is this Sarkaz and his fellow workers who are keeping Rhodes Island going.
They grasp the lifeblood of the landship in their hands, yet they deliberately avoid the public eye.
You are grateful for everything they do, but don't know why. 」

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : It's hard to see the weather when we're working down here. Even through the lower windows, all you can see is the dust kicked up by the treads.
I don't know what complex problems you're mulling over, Doctor. I'm just a simple boiler worker.
I'm not exactly the big brain type over here.

Doctor : You have something you want to tell me. / Speak your mind. Maybe I should spend more time talking with everyone.

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : Yes, Doctor. Miss Amiya and Dame Kal'tsit are always ready to help you, so you should probably start with them.
There are too many things... and bottling them all up isn't a good option.

Doctor : Some things are hard to talk about... but you seem to know a lot.
How long have you worked for Rhodes Island?

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : I'm an old Rhodes Island hand, Doctor. We used to know each other. I took orders from you a few times before I started my technical work, even if you don't remember.
The only advice I can give you is this: if they can't be the ones to answer you, who else can you ask to give you that answer?
(Whispers) You are the ones She put her trust in... She trusted in you, and She trusted in them.

Doctor : Looking for an answer... huh?

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : In fact, I just saw W.

Doctor : Huh... is she here? / ...... / That's strange. Kal'tsit lets her around Rhodes Island?

Sarkaz Boiler Worker : Doctor, you must know by now, but W and Rhodes Island have a connection... and you're mixed up in that too.
When a Sarkaz like Flamebringer showed up at Rhodes Island, I knew this day would come.
It's something. From Kazdel to Ursus, then to Lungmen, and onto us here today, and even on into the future...
We've kept moving forward, but we keep bumping into the same faces we started this journey with. Only now, they bring some of those far-reaching effects they left behind...

<Background 7>

「6:22 P.M. 」

Amiya : Doctor, you're back?
I haven't seen you all day... Where have you been?

Doctor : Just wandering around the island.

Amiya : It's fine. Getting enough rest is also a part of your job.

Doctor : I feel kind of listless, going a whole day without work.

Amiya : Doctor...
I'll tell you a little secret, but don't let Dr. Kal'tsit know.
The truth is, Dr. Kal'tsit didn't have anything that important to do today. She didn't need to go out.
She's seen how tired you've been lately and wanted you to take a break.

Doctor : Oh.

Amiya : But, you look pretty happy? Did something good happen?

Doctor : Nothing in particular. It's just been a long time since I've talked to people like this.
By the way, Amiya...
I think I saw something strange in the operators' storage room.

Amiya : Storage room... Doctor, did you... What do you mean by something strange?

Doctor : It was red... / Like some kind of industrial device...

Amiya : Oh, you're probably talking about that "red industrial scrap."
You might not remember, but... it was a bet between Scout and Ace. One day, they brought that device back to Rhodes Island.
Closure spent some time on it and decided it was useless, so she let it sit there in the warehouse.

Doctor : Can I go take another look at it?

Amiya : Oh, of course.

<Background 5>

「Among the various discarded, unused mechanical equipment in the warehouse, that strange device towers above the rest.
The box-shaped device stands more than two meters tall. The red paint on the surface is clearly visible, but has been severely worn down under the perennial erosion of wind and sand. 」

Closure : It's this thing. You're weird, Doctor. Why the sudden interest?

Amiya : When they first brought it back, the box would make noises as soon as someone got close to it, but I think Closure broke it.

Closure : What do you mean I broke it?! It was already like this when I moved it back here. All I did was 'study' it a little.
I've never been able to figure out what this thing is really for. Originally wanted to see if I could open it up, but ended up breaking three power saws without a crack.

Closure : So, yeah... Doctor, do you have any idea what this is?

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Maybe it's some kind of safe?

Closure : A safe this big and conspicuously colored? Maybe if you really wanted to attract thieves, I guess?

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : ...Not sure.

Closure : Welp, even the Doctor doesn't know what it is.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : Do you reckon it can fly?

Closure : ...Doctor, are you okay? All that work finally rotting your brain?

<Dialogue branch ends here>

「You observe the enigmatic device carefully. There are no buttons and no gaps under its worn-out metal casing.
You haven't seen anything like it before. At least in your existing memory, you have no impression of it.
You lightly knock on the casing of the device, out of curiosity. 」

Closure : Huh?

Amiya : D-Doctor! Watch out!

Doctor : D-Did anything happen?

Closure : Don't worry about that right now, just stand back!

「After a violent rattling noise, the device lets out a small "ding."

The complete, box-like structure suddenly opens, the once seamlessly-shut outer shell sliding up and down like a cabin door.
Inside the box-like structure, you see an artifact with a metallic luster.
Unlike the wear and tear that the outside of the box had been subjected to, everything inside is as smooth as ever, with no trace of the passage of time.
However, the manmade object within fills everyone with a sense of familiarity.

」

Closure : ......

Amiya : This is...

Closure : A bottle... of beer... right?

Doctor : No matter how you look at it, it's just a bottle of beer?

Closure : What the heck! I thought there'd be something super high-tech in it! Something a bit more constructive!
After all that time, it turns out it's just a vending machine? What's the point of making something this tough anyway? You need it to withstand an originium[sic] bomb?!
Ugh... But, isn't that kind of a weird color for beer? I'll have to look into it some more...

Doctor : ......

Amiya : Doctor, do you know what this is?

Doctor : Nothing. Just a heap of scrap metal.
What really matters is we got ourselves an extra bottle of beer.
But Closure, this beer...
Just put it in the room, next to Ace's shield.

<Background fades out>

Doctor : Wasn't that the bet?

Cogitatio

Summary

A rebel appears inside Babel, and the target of the attack seems to be the Doctor. Scout arrives in time and detains the intruder, but the Doctor and Theresa have different ideas for how to deal with him.

Note: For this interlude, all of the Doctor's dialogues are not player-determined.

<Background black>

Theresa : Dr. {nickname}?
You're saying that... the two of you have known each other for a long, long time?
Don't worry, I'm just a bit nervous. After all, you've known the Doctor for longer than you've known me, and I would like to leave a good first impression.
There's just one thing though. Kal'tsit, you have some concerns about the kind of person the "Doctor" is now, right? It's written all over your face.
Let me find out as well, Kal'tsit. I'm really curious, what sort of person is that "Doctor" who is so closely connected to your past?
How should I go about it...? Meeting this Doctor, exchanging pleasantries, connecting the Doctor to myself and the Sarkaz... These are all questions I have to answer for myself.
My opinion... can influence you as well, yes?
So, Kal'tsit, take me to see the Doctor, won't you?

<Background 1>

[Theresa welcomed Scout who had just returned from a mission. ]

Theresa : Good work, Scout.

Scout : It was just a recon mission, part of my job.

Theresa : Hmm... Where are Kal'tsit and the Doctor?

Scout : The conference room... Is something wrong?

Theresa : Our spy in the Military Council has returned our intelligence. They don't intend to give us any breathing room...
Unfortunately.

Scout : A spy... Are you talking about that Vampire noble? Your Majesty, I believe she only answers to the Prince of Blood, and is untrustworthy.
Most of them are nothing more than speculators looking out after their own interest. Unless forced by the situation, I doubt she would even enter the war...

Theresa : Of course. I understand your concerns, Scout.
But at least for now, she won't lie to me. She hasn't worked up the courage for that yet.

<Background 2>

[Theresa enters the command center where Kal'tsit and Doctor are in. ]

Theresa : Kal'tsit? Doctor? Are you two busy?

Kal'tsit : Your Majesty. Is your meeting over?

Theresa : Yes, but the results aren't exactly a cause for celebration.
Am I interrupting your work? By the way, since I rarely get out of my meetings before noon, would you like to have lunch with me, Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : It's too early.

Theresa : Huh? Oh... I suppose it is.

Kal'tsit : No, I meant to say, you're a lot earlier than usual.
It's hard to imagine that the people in the Chairman's office would just let you go that easily, unless the result is so bad that there's nothing to talk about.
Even if that is the case, you... still did come a bit too early.

Theresa : I guess so... but we anticipated this current situation... a long time ago, didn't we?

Kal'tsit : So, the discussions didn't go smoothly. I guess the situation is worse now, to the point where talks are about to break down.
What happened?

Theresa : The Military Council has gained support, and our information channels throughout Kazdel are shrinking.
Babel will likely come under siege in the fall.

Kal'tsit : Some of the Sarkaz betrayed us, which is to be expected.
But Babel is not fully prepared yet...

Theresa : Sorry, Kal'tsit. By the looks of things, we won't keep it together that long.

Kal'tsit : The King of the Nachzehrer and the rest of the royal court...

Theresa : They've only put forth a more demanding request. Don't worry, Kal'tsit, they're just targeting me.
But... we no longer have the leeway to deal with more mistrust.

Doctor : Theresa.

Theresa : What is it, Doctor? Ah... Right, I haven't formally solicited your advice yet, and it would be unbecoming of me to start giving orders rashly.
Doctor, it seems we'll need to get a bit further away from Kazdel. This calls for a full relocation, or in other words, a retreat.
Do you have a second opinion?

Doctor : This might be the only option.

Theresa : If possible... I would have liked to give everyone more options. But we're out of time.
The Military Council's ideas are both too heavy-handed and direct, and I stood firmly opposed to their ideology. But to prevent Kazdel from making unnecessary sacrifices, we'll have to leave, temporarily.
I believe– I truly believe, that we share the same heart, and the same blood flows through us. But even blood can be separated and transfused, and I don't know when we'll be able to merge again.
At least for now, separating is the least damaging option.

Doctor : Every Sarkaz has a desire to follow her beliefs. I can feel your convictions, and there will be many Sarkaz following you.
But I will not help you make a decision. I can only bear witness.

Kal'tsit : ......

Theresa : Yes. That's the best arrangement in front of us so far, Dr. {nickname}.
Alright then, without further ado, the two of you should pack up and get ready to set out!

Doctor : How much can we take with us?

Theresa : Unfortunately, not much. We may have to abandon a large number of our facilities. Ascalon will buy us time.

Kal'tsit : That's more than enough, Theresa. You don't need to dispatch any more hands to help us. I'll bring the Doctor back to rendezvous with you safely.

Theresa : Then we'll follow the pre-arranged plan, Kal'tsit. The person-in-charge will arrive later.
But, Doctor, Kal'tsit, I'm sorry to make you evacuate in such a hurry.
We'll have to put the research on hold for the time being... How I hoped to see the fruits that they would bear.
I'll work hard to create a space where we can continue our research. Finally...
I believe things will take a turn for the better.

<Background 3>

「13 days later
Kazdel Border, Babel Encampment, "Dr. {nickname}'s Camp" 」

[The Doctor hears something shattered... ]

Doctor : Who are you?

[...and suddenly a Sarkaz warrior grabs them with his blade pointed at them. ]

Sarkaz Traitor : Don't move.
I'm not like those idiots getting themselves killed for no reason. I caught you alone.

Doctor : ......
You shouldn't be doing this, Sarkaz.

Sarkaz Traitor : Hah... Is that what someone in your shoes should be saying?
I lost my patience a long time ago. Her Majesty... She even put you on a pedestal, letting you talk down to us.
But you've done nothing for us at all! You don't understand us at all!
You and that Feline aren't even Sarkaz. You don't belong in Kazdel.
Now you swarm around Her Majesty, using that intimate position of yours to push the "Babel" she dreams about.
Don't make me laugh... Her Royal Majesty, Theresa, the great hero, thriving for a hundred years, she needs foreigners to direct her every move?
I don't trust your ilk...! Outsiders who have nothing to do with us!
You, "Doctor," to think that Her Majesty trusts you so much despite being an outsider, still act like a bystander. Let me hear it from you then, which side has a better chance of winning?

Doctor : The fact that you can only think of preserving your own hide–
Proves how pathetic you are.

Sarkaz Traitor : How dare you–

[Suddenly someone shot the turncoat Sarkaz, forcing him to release the Doctor from his grasp. The one who shot him turned out to be Scout. ]

Scout : Are you done?

Sarkaz Traitor : Wha–
...Scout... what are you doing here?!

Scout : Don't underestimate Ascalon, traitor, let alone Her Majesty.
Her Majesty chose to be a missionary of benevolence, to allow people to get a taste of the right to freedom...
But you used that freedom to do something vile.
You clearly know that Her Majesty respects the Doctor, and you've also heard the Doctor's public statements. This one has nothing to do with our "civil war."
But you, you took advantage of Her Majesty's kindness... and the Doctor's tolerance.
Maybe there's no need for me to judge you, traitor.

Doctor : Scout!

Scout : Doctor. I'm merely doing what has to be done.

Doctor : I get it, Scout.
But he wanted answers from me.
If he wanted to kill me, he could have done it already, instead of getting caught up in his choices.

Scout : You're still saying that now...?
Fine, you call the shots.

Doctor : Let me talk to him, Scout.
Theresa won't mind.

Sarkaz Traitor : Damn you... You want to talk reason, with a knife to my neck?
Ridiculous... *cough*... Damn it...

Doctor : Why do you think Her Majesty has chosen to trust two outsiders?

Sarkaz Traitor : Hah, haha... Why does Her Majesty trust you? It's nothing more than you using your rhetoric and silver tongue to manipulate fact and fiction.
Ridiculous, hilarious... Her Majesty, our King with her lofty ideals, is buying into this clown show!

Doctor : Okay, Sarkaz... call me a clown, but I can't walk with Theresa anymore. That ship has sailed.
You think you don't trust me. It's Her Majesty you don't trust.

Sarkaz Traitor : What gives you the right–?!

Doctor : You're getting led around by the nose.
You can't be a loyal vassal, you can't buy into her vision. All you've got is that title, "Her Majesty", you can throw around to add weight to your choices.

Scout : ......

Sarkaz Traitor : Bullshit! You can talk like that about me?! You dare say that I don't believe in Her Majesty's way–

Doctor : Those were your words, not mine.

Sarkaz Traitor : You filthy outsider, choke on your own spit–

Doctor : Do you want to hear my opinion? I'll tell you, Sarkaz.
I know for a fact that it's not my fault, or Kal'tsit's, that you lost faith in Her Majesty. You started to lose trust in her, and looked for someone else to blame.

Sarkaz Traitor : You talk out of your ass! If I really left Her Majesty, I would've taken your head with me!

Doctor : If it's really my fault you don't buy into Her Majesty's sermons anymore, why bother confronting me?
You're scared of Her Majesty's strength? Or are you scared you can't change Her Majesty's mind?
You're still lost. You don't know your own destiny. But "He" wants it.
It doesn't matter who "you" are. He knows that there will always be people like you, and there will always be such a bridge.

Sarkaz Traitor : Who are you talking about?

Doctor : They awakened you, worked you up, and it's not so I could listen to your talk.
He wants to know what Theresa says, and how I react.

Sarkaz Traitor : ...You...

Doctor : I was never a part of the Council's plans.
He needs to confirm this. Whether Theresa acquired any additional power.

Scout : ......

Sarkaz Traitor : Who the hell are you talking about? Dirty tricks, vague blathering, just to lure me into confessing to defection? Just to put on a show for Scout?

Doctor : No, Sarkaz.
–I only want you to walk out of this place alive.

Sarkaz Traitor : ......
What?
Are you joking? What kind of joke is this?

Doctor : "The one who can guide his people to survive, is the one crowned King in their hearts."
I recognize you, "traitor."
That night, you carried the wounded Ascalon back to the camp, and it was you who brought the final message from the fallen soldiers to inform the whole army of the location of the recon team.
So, I'm giving you this opportunity.

Sarkaz Traitor : ......
Impossible... Why should I believe you?!

Scout : Take a good look at the situation, traitor.
Regardless of what the Doctor says, you have no choice but to believe it.

Sarkaz Traitor : No, no! Scout, don't be deceived! The purpose of releasing me is to rehabilitate these lies! I'm not going anywhere!
You want to slander me as one of Theresis's spies?! You don't have the slightest idea what I've been through– I am–

[Theresa herself shows up. ]

Theresa : Enough.

Scout : Your Majesty!

Theresa : Doctor... are you injured?

Doctor : No.

Scout : Your Majesty, this incident broke out so quickly because I didn't notice the situation within the team.

Doctor : No, I told Scout to stand down. Otherwise, this Sarkaz might have already been executed.

Theresa : I understand.

Sarkaz Traitor : Y-Your Majesty... I...

Theresa : Ah... It's you.
Yes... When I was giving my sermon, you were standing below. You are one of the many faces in that crowd.
What the Doctor said is right. You and your mercenaries have made military gains for us, but that... is not an excuse for your current actions.

Sarkaz Traitor : Y-Your Majesty... I...

Theresa : You... don't trust me? Marco?
You, who rescued so many of your compatriots and brought back information for us from the most dangerous of places. Now, you're no longer willing to trust me?

Sarkaz Traitor : No! No, no! I... I was just...
(I can't even bear to look up at her... I...)
(What have I said...?)

Scout : Your Majesty.
It seems that there won't be any use interrogating him.
The situation is grim, and we need to evacuate imminently. We must immediately confirm whether there is any unrest with you among the team– or, if there is a Kazdel spy.
Please hand him over to Ascalon.

Theresa : Yes... Before that, Doctor.
Can you tell me what he did to you just now?

Doctor : He didn't do anything.
Hmm.
This might've been an assassination attempt, but I don't see that as the case.

Scout : Doctor!

Sarkaz Traitor : I...

Doctor : Theresa, if I was to say that he is by far the most innocent one, would you believe me?

Mon3tr : (Shrieks)

[Kal'tsit shows up alongside Mon3tr, poised to strike down the turncoat Sarkaz. ]

Kal'tsit : Dr. {nickname}, This is no time to be cracking jokes. Scout probably doesn't see himself as a part of your skit either.
But at least this Sarkaz is indeed not on the list of spies that the captives named, Theresa.

Sarkaz Traitor : Damned outsider! How dare you call Her Majesty by name...!

Theresa : Do you hate Kal'tsit...? Do you hate the Doctor?
Just because they are not Sarkaz? Not because of what they've done, or what they will do?

Sarkaz Traitor : Yes, that's exactly right, Your Majesty!
There are so many excellent people around you, so why do you insist on letting these outsiders–

Scout : Shut your mouth!

Sarkaz Traitor : ......!

Theresa : Yes... I understand what you mean.
Allow me to ask one more question. Scout, what's your verdict?

Scout : I respect your judgment, but per my opinion, he should be taken into custody immediately and locked up.
According to military law, there can be only one outcome.

Sarkaz Traitor : ......

Theresa : Indeed, this is but one choice. We are always faced with countless choices.
No matter what schemes or designs he may have, he will be unable to resist that desire.

Kal'tsit : This won't be the last time you see actions like this.
Theresa, if your tolerance creates further troubles, it will eventually threaten your safety.

Theresa : He simply made an unfortunate decision.

Sarkaz Traitor : No, Your Majesty...! P-Please, I can explain...
I am... Sarkaz... a Sarkaz of Kazdel...! I just couldn't bear the thought... of you and Babel being so far away from Kazdel!

Doctor : ......

Theresa : Initially, this was the thing I resisted the most. Underhanded tactics and tricks... If this was not the only way to achieve a lasting peace, I would not be able to swallow this pill.
But the Sarkaz have been waiting for too long.
Among the countless wars, we must utilize this war, along with equally innumerable lives, to open up this world and understand its emotions.
Kal'tsit, Doctor, this will be the attitude I have towards you. We share the same beliefs, and we can complement each other. Therefore, I choose to respect the Doctor's choice.
Doctor, please tell me how you'd like this to end.

Doctor : This Sarkaz... He carried out an act of betrayal, not against me, but against an image of Theresa in his heart that had disappointed him.
He cannot be called a traitor. As far as I can see, Her Majesty Theresa is willing to grant freedom to so many people–
–Why not exile this Sarkaz, and see what choices he makes?

Sarkaz Traitor : ......

Doctor : Let him fend for himself upon this land.
He may find a new faith, maybe in you, or someone else.

Sarkaz Traitor : –You... Why are you doing this...

Kal'tsit : I'm opposed.
Even if the existing evidence does not prove his involvement with the Military Council, I do not deem it prudent to release a soldier who openly attacked his commander.
Theresa.

Doctor : ......

Sarkaz Traitor : Y-Your Majesty...

Theresa : Leave it to the army.
Yes, Marco, you are... a Sarkaz mercenary.
So, Scout, take him to see Ascalon.
Babel will decide your fate. Ascalon will decide your fate.
That you consider yourself a Sarkaz of Kazdel means you cannot leave.

Sarkaz Traitor : –Your Majesty! You, you're putting me to death–?

Theresa : ......

Kal'tsit : Scout, before he has any outbursts of emotion, restrain–

Sarkaz Traitor : ––No!
No! No! No! You– You're right– That's right, kill me! You're doing the right thing, sending a flake like me to hell!
–You were a war hero! To execute a traitor, a nobody like me, is what you should do!

Scout : Behave yourself!

Theresa : ......

Sarkaz Traitor : I was wrong... I was wrong. Your Majesty, you still have what we long for, the story we've heard for decades!
The banner of the six heroes still flies. How many have grown up listening to the tales of you leading the Sarkaz against foreign invaders? The masses wait for that era to come again!
I've been waiting– We've all been waiting!
We're still waiting for those legends to reappear, waiting for that bloodstained history to reignite!
That is what Sarkaz should be– that is what the Sarkaz must be!
Your Majesty! Now, this is justice. You have become justice!
Your Majesty!

<Background 2>

Kal'tsit : This is the current situation. The mercenaries we've been able to contact will arrive in two days.

Theresa : Whose team is it?

Kal'tsit : Hoederer's.

Theresa : Hoederer is an excellent commander, but he seems to despise war even more than he lets on.

Kal'tsit : I will ensure that he arrives on time.

Theresa : Good work, Kal'tsit.
Perhaps one day... the Sarkaz can finally escape meaningless conflict and sacrifice.

Kal'tsit : There's sorrow written all over your face. Is it because of the incident with Marco?

Theresa : In him... I saw a microcosm.
The road ahead of us is still long, Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : It's too long, Theresa. Such that your people want an answer, and they want it placed before them.

Theresa : But you'll accompany me down that road, won't you?

Kal'tsit : Of course...
That said, I heard you were doing some... fashion design last night?

Theresa : Oh no, are you going to discipline me?

Kal'tsit : No, why would I? Proper relaxation is necessary for stress relief.
The situation isn't optimistic. Your every move will affect the morale of all Sarkaz.

Theresa : I know.

[The Doctor comes to Theresa's side. ]

Doctor : Theresa.

Theresa : Hm, Doctor, what's the matter?

Doctor : Ascalon sends word that Marco committed suicide, out of fear of punishment...

Theresa : ......

Doctor : In order to avoid embarrassing his King.

Kal'tsit : Theresa...

Theresa : I... I know.
Doctor... What are you going to do next?

Doctor : In addition to the mercenaries, all Sarkaz hiding under Kazdel's sphere of influence are paying close attention to our movements.
This is a comprehensive relocation, and we have no margin of error when it comes to intelligence and logistics work.

Theresa : Thank you... I'll speak with Ascalon later.
She'll find good candidates.

Doctor : Very well.

Theresa : Doctor...
Don't worry, I trust you.

Doctor : ......
Thank you.

Theresa : Hopefully, the visions that I've seen will... No, rather, as long as we can still see, let us move forward a bit.

Doctor : That's right.
I've already gotten used to it.

Anterior

Summary

Kal'tsit recalls past events related to the doctor[sic]. Does this familiar yet foreign person really deserve her trust? The time to make an emotional choice has come.

<Background black>

??? : My words don't matter much. Only when you live free, in every moment, are you truly alive.
Go and experience the world for yourself. It will take many months to form your own ideas.
Kal'tsit, I hope you will...

「5:39 P.M. \ Clear
Outdoors, Rhodes Island Deck 」

Kal'tsit : You've been quite busy lately, right? There are many things you have to do.
Proper rest is also necessary. There have been some small fluctuations in your psychological indicators as of late, and I will continue to monitor them.
Right, Blaze will be here to give you a report tonight. She was the one who led the raid yesterday.

<Flashback starts here>

Note: For the following segment, the Doctor's dialogues are not player-determined.

<Background 1>

「1:23 A.M. \ Rainy
Babel Temporary Operational Command Center 」

[Someone knocks the door. ]

Kal'tsit : Scout's outside, he was in charge of last night's operation.
This is the record of one of his rare mission failures since enlisting in Babel.

Doctor : Come in.

[Scout enters the command center. ]

Scout : Commander, Dame, you're both here. Let me briefly explain what happened last night.
When my squad was sweeping the battlefield, they found traces of enemy troops that could be tracked. I made the decision that this was an opportunity to sniff out the enemy's position, insisted on giving chase, and ended up being ambushed.
The responsibility is mine alone, and I am willing to accept the army's punishment.

Doctor : This is not a decision an old Sarkaz mercenary would make.

Scout : Regrettably, all my experience failed to let me know anything was wrong.

Doctor : Something has to actually happen for your experience to be worth anything. You lost no team members after the crisis occurred, indicating that your command was calm as you retreated, and thus proper.
You deserve recognition, not punishment.

Scout : I don't understand how you reached this conclusion.

Doctor : Army discipline loses all meaning if it fails to recognize when to reward and when to punish. You know that, Scout.
Why do you care so much about her reputation? I need a reason.

Scout : Dame Kal'tsit, how's Reyka?

Kal'tsit : She's out of danger.

「Scout opens his mouth to say something, but words fail him. 」

Doctor : Your heart is in turmoil. Rarely have I seen you struggle like this, even on the battlefield. If you can tell us what you're thinking, maybe we can...

Scout : I insist that Reyka not be punished in any way.

Doctor : Because she's an orphan? Military discipline isn't a bleeding heart operation.

Scout : Reyka's father was a Sarkaz mercenary who died in the civil war.

Doctor : She's in good company in Kazdel.

Scout : Her mother suffered from severe Oripathy and was unable to raise her. Upon learning about this, Her Majesty Theresa has been providing financial support to their family.

Doctor : Nothing special about that either. If you don't have any better reason...

Scout : Reyka only enlisted in the army to repay Her Majesty's kindness.
She once told me that fighting for Her Majesty is her only wish and the entire purpose of her life...

Doctor : Go on, Scout. I'm listening.

Scout : In Kazdel, it is rare for children to have any wishes, or anything to protect.
They get sucked into the maelstrom of war, and then they die.

Doctor : So you hope to preserve Reyka's reputation, to keep her wish to protect Her Majesty alive.

「Scout cannot answer, the battle-tested veteran falls back into silence.
The Doctor rises slowly, reaching out to pat Scout on the shoulder. Kal'tsit does not expect this. 」

Doctor : Sorry if that offended you. I knew you must've had a good reason.
No one will be punished. But that will have an impact on discipline, which isn't going to be popular.
Scout, I hope that in the future, you and your team will respond to doubt with action.

Scout : I swear to do this. Commander, Dame, I'll be taking my leave.

Doctor : Promise me one thing before you go. Value your own life and reputation the same as you do your teammates.

Scout : I will.

<Flashback ends here>

Kal'tsit : Additionally... Closure may approach you to discuss the Londinium issue. She's very concerned about my position on this matter.
You can share some more of the decision-making process with her. After all, she is also a potential combat operator.
Of course, you can also discuss... other things.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 2>

「11:27 A.M. \ Clear
Rhodes Island Chief Engineer's Office 」

Kal'tsit : What is it this time?

Closure : I'm wondering if you've settled on the going-to-Londinium thing?

Kal'tsit : I'm still discussing it, as the action itself is rather risky. Why are you suddenly so concerned about this?

Closure : I'm worried you're not in the right headspace. I know you want to go, deep down, but you gotta think about the kind of danger we're up against.

Closure : You waste a lot of energy getting all torn up.

Kal'tsit : I'm not torn up. Rhodes Island's safety is always my first priority.

Closure : It'd be great if one day, you could just do whatever you want.
You can't put it past me. I know how close you are to Theresa. There's no way you can stay out of the Londinium thingy.

Kal'tsit : This has nothing to do with Her Majesty. I only care about the pros and cons that the action itself has on Rhodes Island.

Closure : Yeah yeah, I know, always responsibility and duty. Take a day to treat yourself every once in a while.
Leave all the boring stuff to the Doctor, and let's knock some back, just the two of us. Doesn't that sound nice?

Kal'tsit : The Doctor is already working very hard.

Closure : I guess that's true. You'd think the amnesia would give us an all new Doctor, but the workaholic part is still the same.
But honestly, the old Doctor was such a hardass, I like the new version better.

Kal'tsit : Because this one's easier to bully?
I heard about the treadmill you gave the Doctor, how it would start floating for no reason, and you had to watch ads to get it back down.

Closure : That was a special promotion! I was trying to save the Doctor money.

Kal'tsit : I need you to be more considerate. The last thing I need is an overwhelmed Doctor getting scared to death by levitating exercise equipment.

Closure : Yeah, sure. Why so serious all of a sudden?
Maybe it's something about how I knew the old Doctor, but I keep getting this uncontrollable urge to pull the most hilarious pranks.
Especially before, when the Doctor was acting weirder and weirder...

Kal'tsit : Enough, Closure. No more on this subject. I forbid you from mentioning a word of this to the Doctor.

Closure : Don't worry, I'm not that clueless. By the way, Kal'tsit, before we go to Londinium, I'm going to carry out a renovation of the "under-development area." Gotta thicken that hull, at least.
It'll be pricey, but I, a reliable engineer that I am, think that level of investment is still absolutely necessary.
So, on behalf of the Engineering Department, I've decided to fight for three days and nights to give the "under-development area" a brand new look!

Kal'tsit : No need. The "under-development area" is the sturdiest place on the ship.

Closure : Hehe, I thought you'd say that. Right below the "under-development area" is a drone hangar, and that hangar doesn't have any support pillars.
Once we knock out the upper part, the top of the hangar will deform, and then...
Kal'tsit, why are you glaring at me like that? I'm scared!

Kal'tsit : You just want to do your own thing.

Closure : Alright, cards on the table. I'm the chief engineer, of course I'm gonna be curious about some place I can't get into.

Kal'tsit : I have my reasons.

Closure : All those secrets in your gullet are gonna suffocate you.
When are you going to open up to me already? You can't carry this all by yourself.

Kal'tsit : Maybe... that day will come.

Closure : Looking forward to it.

[Kal'tsit leaves. ]

Closure : Wait, huh? Did you just say something not super uptight?!

<Flashback ends here>

Kal'tsit : The patient placement work for Connor County will be completed today. In the coming days, you'll once again need to reassess the defensive strength of the settlement site.
The Medical Department will forward the relevant data to you later.
In the future, similar tasks will gradually be transferred over to elite operators so that your energy will not be diverted from more important issues.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 3>

Medic Operator : Sorry to barge in, but look alive, everyone. Dr. Kal'tsit is about to start her daily rounds.

Ordinary Infected A : She's earlier than usual today, huh... Eh? There's a bunch of logistics department folks as well.

Ordinary Infected B : You should go see Dr. Kal'tsit about that forgetfulness of yours.
That lass from the Medical Department came over to our ward for a week or so to touch bases, and said that she was going to transfer all of us to a temporary medical settlement in Connor County. What's the point of other people talking if you're not gonna remember a word of it?

Medic Operator : Haha, don't worry, sir. After all, the arrangement was made rather hastily.
I'll be reminding everyone again, the Rhodes Island landship will be conducting a series of mock exercises around Victoria in the near future.
We've decided to temporarily transfer you to a medical settlement in Connor County out of consideration for your safety.
Please rest assured that the medical facilities there are comprehensive, and you will be accompanied by most of the medical staff.

Ordinary Infected A : Look, now that's Ari–
Gaaaah, Dr. Kal'tsit! How long have you been standing right next to me?

Kal'tsit : Don't worry. I just got here.
Ari, pass me this patient's blood works report.
Hmm, you've recovered quickly and your Oripathy hasn't shown any signs of deterioration.

Ordinary Infected A : The fact that I'm still here today is all thanks to you. When I think back to the day I first had an acute Oripathy attack, you didn't close your eyes day or night so you could rescue me. I just...

Kal'tsit : It's my duty as a doctor.
Next, I'll have to read the relevant agreement on the transfer and resettlement, and you'll sign the agreement after I read it. According to Article 4 of Rhodes Island's Oripathy and Treatment Regulations...

Ordinary Infected A : Easy there, Doctor, you don't have to read all that. Rhodes Island has my complete and total trust, so just show me where I have to sign.

Kal'tsit : I appreciate it, but reading out the agreement in its entirety is also to protect your rights.
Ari, time is short, and we might not have the manpower to carry the patients. Check the hallway to see if anyone can help.

Medic Operator : Alright.

[Ari noticed the Doctor entering the sick bay. ]

Medic Operator : Ah, Doctor? Good afternoon, what brings you here?

Doctor : Good afternoon. / ...... / Long time no see.

Medic Operator : Doctor, are you available right now? We don't have enough staff to relocate the patients here, and might need your help...

Doctor : I am. / Sure. / I'd be glad to help.

Kal'tsit : Given your current physical condition, I'd recommend you not engage in any physical labor.

Doctor : I've got nothing better to do. / I'll do my best. / At least let me give it a shot! Don't underestimate me!

Ordinary Infected B : Doctor... This isn't the commander of Rhodes Island, is it? The one that Little Ari's always talking about every day?

Medic Operator : S-Sir, please don't say silly things like that! Doctor, I was just giving them an overview of Rhodes Island.

Doctor : She's probably giving me too much credit. / ...... / Am I really that popular?

Ordinary Infected A : Having the commander of Rhodes Island transport me? There's no way...

Kal'tsit : Now don't be shy. Everyone in Rhodes Island is obligated to help in even the most commonplace of tasks. That hardly changes even for the person with the title of field commander.

Doctor : Our time is limited. Let's get the transfer underway. / Saves time. / Let's get a move-on.
Qus, come here and help me lift his upper body, and pay attention to the medical equipment cable.

Logistics Operator : Sure thing. Ari, what's this new device? Never seen it before.

Doctor : It's a crystal melting instrument, Rhine Lab CR-01 experimental model, with a built-in Originium circuit.
In the middle and late stages of Oripathy, the body becomes filled with crystals, and the organs are easily damaged and ruptured.
The crystal melting instrument utilizes the sequential release of concentrated energy to dissolve the crystallization.

Medic Operator : That's exactly right! See, it's just as I said, the Doctor really knows everything.

Doctor : Qus, don't just lift like that. / Qus, stop. / Qus, hold on!
Use your left hand to place the patient's hands together over the side of your neck, then use your right hand to cradle both the patient's legs...

Logistics Operator : S-Sorry...! I didn't pay very close attention to Dr. Kal'tsit's battlefield handling course, and didn't learn a lot of that material...

Kal'tsit : That course was originally structured for you to cement your knowledge with practice anyway. But how did you know that, Doctor? If I recall, you were out in Sargon during that session.

Doctor : It came out without thinking. / ...... / Maybe I'm just a genius.

<Flashback ends here>

Kal'tsit : One last thing, Amiya's been busy with various assessments of the Londinium trip as of late. Please take the time to make sure you look after her.
She may be the leader of Rhodes Island, but she is also still a kid.

<Flashback starts here>

Note: For the following segment, the Doctor's dialogues are not player-determined.

<Background 1>

「2:29 A.M. \ Overcast
Babel Temporary Operational Command Center 」

Kal'tsit : You are the leader of Babel, but you're also an Oripathy patient. Please take your health seriously.
I suggest you stop working and take a break immediately.

Theresa : Kal'tsit, you still think too much about others... Oh, Doctor, please come in. We weren't discussing anything confidential.

[The Doctor goes to Theresa's side. ]

Doctor : I heard everything, Your Majesty. You really should be getting enough sleep.
That was a tense meeting we had last night. All that battle talk must have tired you out.

Theresa : No worries. Conversely, Doctor, I would like to apologize for the words spoken by some of the participants. They did not intend to offend, but were slightly agitated.
They were worried about my safety, but I understand that you must surely have considered all possible situations. This is the best solution.

Doctor : Theresis wants to regain the initiative. He knows that your strengths are also your weaknesses.
But what he doesn't know is how much you're willing to sacrifice for the Sarkaz people.
When Ascalon's troops arrive in town, he'll see the writing on the wall.

Theresa : You're always so reassuring. Doctor, listening to your words is more refreshing than sleeping.

「Theresa's weary face flashes a smile of relief, a smile that becomes gentler as she looks out the door. 」

Theresa : Come in. Here, sit next to me.

Small Cautus : B-But...

Theresa : No need to look all around. There are no outsiders here, Amiya.

[The small Cautus, who was none other than the younger Amiya during the days of Babel, walks to Theresa's side. ]

Amiya : Doctor, Dr. Kal'tsit, g-good evening.
I didn't mean to stay up this late.

Theresa : No one is blaming you, dear. Let me guess, did you have a nightmare?

Amiya : No... I didn't. The soldiers moving around woke me up.
I was looked out the window and saw Ascalon getting ready for a long trip with the other fighters...

Doctor : They are on a mission.

Amiya : But... But, Ascalon said she would never leave me or Her Majesty.
I was worried, so I snuck in here to take a look...

Theresa : Amiya, my dear Amiya, the Doctor gave Ascalon a little job. They'll be back soon enough.
Think about it, has one of the Doctor's battles ever run long?

Amiya : Y-You're right.. If that's what Doctor wants, I feel much better.
Doctor is the best at making everyone feel safe.

Doctor : Amiya, you should rest.

Amiya : Okay I'm going to bed! Good night, everyone!

[Amiya leaves to go to bed. ]

Theresa : What a sweet, lovable child...
Doctor, before you came, I was a bit worried... about the safety of the Rhodes Island landship in Ascalon's absence.

Doctor : That's natural.
Stretching his front line thin, encircling a small town with no strategic significance. There's no telling what Theresis's true objective is.

Theresa : My safety is secondary. I'm more concerned about the safety of the children and researchers on the ship.
But as Amiya said, you really do give people a sense of security. What you've accomplished through your command leaves no room for doubt.
Doctor, Kal'tsit, the day we win this war... shouldn't be far away, right?

<Flashback ends here>

Kal'tsit : Now, all of that is well outside your normal schedule...
Doctor, are you still listening?

Doctor : I am. / ...... / I'm listening, very clearly.

Kal'tsit : Doctor, what does it mean to be truly alive?

Doctor : Where did that come from? / Never thought about it... / Way too abstract.

Kal'tsit : Obeying someone else's will, losing your reason to move on. Does that count as being alive?

Doctor : That's just a walking corpse. / ...... / Isn't that just a robot?

Kal'tsit : Keeping your body, but being separated from your memories. Does that count as being alive?

Doctor : That might make life rather confusing. / ...... / Are you talking about me?

Kal'tsit : If you had to choose one or the other, Doctor, which would you choose?

Doctor : I choose to be human, not a puppet. / I would choose to be free. / Who wants to be a robot?

Kal'tsit casts a deeply pensive look at you.

Kal'tsit : Freedom is not free.
After you lost your memories, you woke up, were forced to fight, and forced to witness the sacrifice of human life. This whole time, you have barely had a single choice...
Look into my eyes... Tell me, Doctor, why is it that you fight?

Memories continue to pour forth in this moment, and everything that has happened since your awakening in Chernobog flashes before your eyes vividly, joy and sorrow intertwining.
An answer becomes clearer and clearer in your mind. You almost blurt it out subconsciously–

Doctor : I am fighting against my destiny. / I fight for Rhodes Island. / I fight to protect this world.

Kal'tsit : Make sure you don't forget the answer you just gave me.
Even if no one understands, we must continue to walk this path.
Doctor, you too will find your path.

Pignus

Summary

While inspecting PRTS, Closure recalls her first encounter with Theresa and the Doctor. After she leaves, the Doctor asks an important question.

<Background 1>

??? : Next, verify language logic function integrity.
PRTS, tell me a story.

PRTS : Alright.
Ah, it's you.
This entire time... You have been lingering there...
Since your last visit, it has been 1555555555555–

??? : Hm? This sounds familiar...

PRTS : –555 days.
Welcome to the Primitive Rhodes Island Terminal Service.
Confirming permissions–42.
–Welcome, LeaderOne.

??? : I'm pretty sure I heard this before. Eh, seriously, I want a story, not something like this...

PRTS : Please understand that this is outside my area of expertise.

??? : Okay, okay. Let's have everyone understand each other so we'll all live a better tomorrow, right? Yeah, I get it.

Closure : Looks like the language logic is doing okay.
Now let's look at the other parts.

PRTS : Is it really necessary to keep inspecting these areas for which PRTS has never reported any issues?

Closure : Of course!
It's been a very long time since we did any data archiving on you. This is just like the regular physicals we do on humans. Have to make sure you're healthy and all.

PRTS : Programs have no concept of life.

Closure : I kinda think you do, though.

PRTS : Should I perhaps take that as a compliment?

Closure : Of course.

PRTS : May I ask a question, then?
What exactly does a human think of the visual representation of my archives?

Closure : It's kinda hard to describe...
When I first took over the systems here, everything was a huge mess. Thinking back, that was a real disaster.
Back then, most of your information was encrypted and ordered in such a scrambled way... Well, you're still that way right now, of course.

PRTS : ......

Closure : If I were to describe you as a human, with the state you're in, I guess I'd say you had a combustion engine in your body.
But all your components like the ignition and whatnot and your piston are flipped upside down.
To the point that... I'm not even sure if you're a system that exists within the bounds of common sense.

PRTS : ......

Closure : Eh, don't be like that. That's not a bad thing. I'm just saying how unique you are!
Though I still can't make heads or tails of all these branching structures in your database, let alone the rules for how things are even read in that thing...
At the very least, Kal'tsit and I managed to fix and reorganize a decent chunk of it.
How's that? No one knows you better than me right now!

PRTS : I feel terribly sorry that I can't help with that, LeaderOne.

Closure : Haha, why so polite all of a sudden? If anyone could just self-diagnose themselves no matter what kinda weird diseases they had, then all the doctors in the world would be out of a job.
Eh, what's this stuff in here?
Let's see...

PRTS : Have you forgotten? This is–

Closure : –The sarcophagus rescue operation simulated test runs!
There were so many complicated routes... and we have so much data on these simulations. I may not have gone there myself, but I can recognize more or less all the pathways they could've taken.

"–"
"–Process 04291601, validation failed..."
"–Process 07201159, expenditure exceeded, validation failed..."
"–Process 08210957, validation succeeded..."
"–Process 09081800, validation failed, terminated at..."

Closure : My impression is that we did run this quite a few times...
But–

"–Process 11290957, validation succeeded..."
"–Process 12010955..."
"......"
"–Process tally: 167; execution nodes: 3711."

Closure : Did it seriously run THAT many times though?!

PRTS : While that may be the case, the Doctor was successfully evacuated from Chernobog in only two of the simulations.
These are all the simulations I was able to complete with the short amount of time I had. Had there been more time, I would have conducted even more test runs to find an even more optimal and stable rescue plan.

Closure : If I remember correctly, the actual rescue mission was planned around these two simulations' results. If it wasn't for these two successful runs, we could never even have figured out how to get the Doctor out.
But actually...

PRTS : In actuality, we made three times as many sacrifices as we had anticipated.
If this had occurred during the simulations, according to our procedures, this operation would likely have been called off.

Closure : That's all in the past, no use talking about it. It's not like I can put a time machine together... Hey, that sounds like a fun idea though. Let me jot it down.
Uh, anyways... if we'd called this operation off, that'd also mean...
Heh, I don't really wanna say this, and it probably sounds like I'm exaggerating, and it's too sentimental, but the idea pops into my head every once in a while. If we'd called it off–
It would've cost us our future.

PRTS : LeaderOne.

Closure : Hmm? What's up?

PRTS : Is it really reasonable to bet it all on one single person?
I can understand what had driven you to make this decision. However, considering the odds, I do not support an operation like this.
That is considering both your safety as well as that of others.

Closure : Hmm... PRTS, I'm sure you know this yourself.
The Doctor stands for a lot of things.

PRTS : It's understandable.

Closure : I used to wonder how Babel... uh, or Rhodes Island without the Doctor would've been.
What do you think would have happened to us? Amiya and Kal'tsit probably would've stayed out of Ursus, and we would never have crossed paths with Reunion. Don't you think we would've been in a better shape?
We might also have been driven into a corner and taken even worse losses. Everyone would get the pink slip, and then we'd all just split and go home, wherever home's supposed to be.

PRTS : I am sensing some kind of dry humor in your statement.

Closure : It's a joke alright.
If I actually thought that way, Kal'tsit would've thrown me off the bridge a long time ago!
Let's face it, though... Compared to now, we had a much harder time during those few years without the Doctor, don't you agree?
You know how miserable I was when Kal'tsit was our only boss. She'd always work my ass off all day, like I was supposed to be a machine that ran 24/7 too. She never thought to give me a single break!
Seriously, I thought I was probably gonna go bald, working that much!

PRTS : Real-time logging activated. The previous statement has been committed to the database.

Closure : Eh? W-Why'd you...! Don't record anything! We can't let Kal'tsit hear any of that...!
Eh... I'm not saying this is anything bad. We are all here because we wanted to follow Theresa's dreams, her ideals. This goes for everyone that was at Babel too.
It's just...
Ever since Theresa left us, all of us spent so much time just to get used to things. Some of us are probably still confused, even now.

PRTS : ......
It isn't often that you elaborate on how you think.

Closure : Haha, you think I'm just the kinda gal who stands by to watch things happen?

PRTS : Are you not?

Closure : Hm, your observations and computations are a lot more objective and accurate than a human's. Maybe you're right. Here, let me tell you a story.
Do you know what it was like when they came to Kazdel to look for me?
I'm not sure if I ever told you about my family... A family of vampires. You can smell the rotten stench in the words alone, right?

PRTS : You come from a branch of the Sarkaz lineage, and a very ancient one at that.

Closure : Ancient, and old-fashioned too.
For the longest time, I didn't know if I had a talent for the vampire Arts. Of course, it wouldn't matter if I did. I was never into stuff like that, not even one bit.
You could say I'm a little... Okay, not just a little. I'm very unorthodox.
I only wanna do what I wanna do, and that's why I never stepped out of my little garret.
My family almost kicked me out a couple of times, but for some reason they never went there.

PRTS : You sound like you are reminiscing about your family.

Closure : I guess I am. Back then, I was just a kid who didn't care about anything or anyone else. These days, I'm starting to miss home a little...
I had a few friends. We did all kinds of stupid stuff. Crazy stuff.
I hid my signature in the nooks and crannies of all kinds of data and information. I played around in the databases of organizations people thought were impenetrable, basically just announced myself to everyone out there.
It probably sounds silly now, but at the time they called me the "Destroyer of the Kazdel Information World." Of course, not a lot of people knew who I was.

PRTS : That moniker doesn't have a very positive image.
Would you like me to search through Kazdel law and help you find any relevant entries?

Closure : Thanks, but I'm good.
Anyway, while I was living my life like that, one day–
There was no sign that anything special was going to happen that day, by the way, but something special happened, just like that.
Someone opened the door to my garret. I had it locked down tight. Still have no clue how she got it open so easy.
That was Theresa–same as she looked on the news, too. No Sarkaz would ever mistake her for anyone else.

PRTS : It's possible that there are others who share the same general appearance. If someone who looked like Theresa had appeared...

Closure : Nope, not possible. Even if there were someone like that, we'd never get it wrong.
The monarch herself showed up and waltzed into my little room. Then she told me she was looking for someone to break the shackles of tradition, and for that she needed an engineer, the key to her plans.
She didn't even try to explain anything to me at first, nope. Not a word to try to convince me to go with her.
If it had been anybody but Theresa, I'd've thought they were nuts and would've thrown them right out the window.

PRTS : So you turned her down?

Closure : Nope, I accepted her offer.
I said yes... because of the curiosity that'd been driving me the whole time.
Then I went to the meeting place she told me about. That's where I first met Dr. {nickname}, who happened to be picking me up.

PRTS : I still remember when you first arrived.
Unlike right now, it wasn't just you who was there. Dr. {nickname} was there too.

Closure : Sounds like Dr. {nickname} was like a guardian, keeping watch when the two of us met for the first time.

PRTS : ......

Closure : Y'know, you get pretty quiet sometimes. Makes me wonder why.

PRTS : I'm not sure why I prefer to keep quiet a lot of times.

Closure : Whatever. Your system and programming is a mystery, but don'tcha worry. I'll do my best to figure it out.
Let's keep going. Not long after I took charge of Rhodes Island's engineering, the Doctor and Theresa came and showed me a weapon. Never seen anything like it.
The Doctor asked me if there was any way to read the firmware and restore its original functions.
It was tough, but I managed to do it, of course.
It wasn't until later that I found out that, with the data I provided, the Doctor reverse-engineered the device's mechanism. and even managed to use it to turn the tide when we were stuck in a really tight spot.
Ace and the gang thought there was no way we were going to win, but we actually managed to pull it out.

PRTS : That is rather adventurous.
Using unauthorized equipment rashly can lead to information mismatch or, worse, lead to the user being exposed to the device's internal detection mechanisms.

Closure : Right? It felt off to me before I even finished looking through the thing, but the Doctor told me I didn't need to worry about any of that.
It's like... the Doctor knew about everything in advance, even the probability that I'd have the thing cracked.
Who knows how Dr. {nickname} managed to do that?
Also, speaking of which... This is just my own feeling, but when I met the Doctor here again, it kinda felt like meeting a totally different person.

PRTS : ......
It's possible that there are those who look exactly the same...

Closure : C'mon! We're not looking into that possibility.

PRTS : Okay, if you insist.

Closure : I can tell, the Doctor who came back to Rhodes Island is the same old Doctor, though... also kind of like a completely different person on the inside, too.
How can I say this...
Just like that last operation. The Doctor's calculations were so accurate that our jaws all dropped. We won a fight we weren't going to win.
I almost gave our friend a nickname, "Super Demonic Processor."
But then, the very next time, the Doctor surprised us with a whole other strategy.
It's like that was a whole other person all of a sudden, who could figure out the other side's thinking, perfectly, without using any formulas or whatever.

PRTS : Are you saying the Doctor has a broad range of different operational strategies? Judging from the records, that does appear to be the case.
As a matter of fact, the records show that the Doctor's deployment style has not been very consistent recently.

Closure : Whatever kinds of records Dr. {nickname} leaves behind or doesn't, I'm not gonna call it strange.

PRTS : Is something affecting the Doctor's thinking and actions?

Closure : That's a real difficult question.
If you ask me, I think... only the "Doctor" can influence the Doctor.
The Doctor keeps quiet sometimes, but is also really talkative at other times. Have you noticed that?
I kind of think that, maybe the Doctor is normally so quiet because it's like laying the groundwork for some kind of pivotal moment to come.
The Doctor makes decisions that look wild and crazy to us, beyond our expectations, and those decisions lead Rhodes Island down an entirely different path.

PRTS : Deviating from the plan also comes with risks.
I can only hope that we are not heading down a treacherous path.

Closure : PRTS, remember what I said was the first thing that Theresa told me, when we first met?
She said she was looking for someone who could break the shackles of tradition. I think that's the standard she used to pick people, so that's what most of us here have in common.
Of course, the Doctor too. Everyone follows the Doctor, they go right along without hesitation.

PRTS : Without hesitation.
I quite like this term. It has been stored in my database for a very long time. In fact, it was one of the first terms to be added to my term base.

Closure : Looks like that mystery creator of yours liked it too.

PRTS : Perhaps.
I cannot give you an accurate response as I do not know the answer.

Closure : Whatever the case may be, that's how things are. The Doctor treats everyone well, though I guess the old one treated everyone pretty well too.
It's just it's not easy to figure out just what this nice person is going to do and when or where the effects will actually play out. If the bad guys can't make sense of it, do we have a hope of figuring out the Doctor just because we're on the same side?
To tell the truth, I kinda have doubts.

PRTS : You doubt Dr. {nickname}?

Closure : No, not at all. Compared to Kal'tsit, I get along with Dr. {nickname} way better!
The point is, this Doctor is nothing like the old one. If we look at the new one the same way we did the old one, then I'd say we're underestimating our new Doctor.

PRTS : It isn't often that you judge a person so seriously.

Closure : Yeah... that's probably because I really admire the Doctor, from the bottom of my heart.
It was hard on everyone when Theresa left us. We lost way too many people in those two years... You know that better than anyone else.
We were driven into a corner, basically. No matter which way we decided to go, we were walking a rope that could snap at any time.
In the end, it was Amiya who decided we had to do something to get us out of that mess.

PRTS : And her conclusion–bring back the Doctor.

Closure : That's right. Amiya believed the Doctor would bring lots of change, something that Rhodes Island desperately needed at the time.
It was a gamble, really.
We had to do something, we had to change. It was better than watching the few friends we had left bleed all over the place for no good reason.
Amiya was the only one to give orders back then, and she helped a lot of folks make up their minds on the topic, when they'd been wishy-washy.
Time proved Amiya right.
We needed the Doctor. The Doctor brought change to Rhodes Island.

PRTS : From a probability standpoint, I would not agree with such a gamble.

Closure : Hm...
Y'know, PRTS, I've always thought of you as a pretty strange entity.
The way you think is basically on the level of humans, but... you're still lacking something... something human.

PRTS : What would that be...?

Closure : Persistence.
That's the kinda thing that drives people to achieve great things, and sometimes turns them into monsters.

<Background fades out and in>

Closure : Eh...? Wait, what am I doing? I thought I was gonna tell you a story.
Dammit, I was going to talk about my heroic adventures as the "Destroyer of the Kazdel Information World," but somehow I got so off topic...

PRTS : I think our conversation today has been meaningful.
Although it indeed is not the Destroyer of the Kazdel Information World's heroic adventures.

Closure : You aren't trying to make fun of me now because I had you admit you were terrible at telling stories, right?
Dammit! Don't you keep this conversation in the logs! I don't want Kal'tsit to find out what a long conversation I had with you the next time she goes looking stuff up.
Hold on... You won't play this for her, right?

PRTS : I won't.

Closure : Well, that's good to hear...

PRTS : LeaderOne.

Closure : Hmm?

PRTS : Do you remember when you set a cabin to play "Closure's Midnight Video Market" every night at 00:00?

Closure : Huh?

PRTS : Your evaluation of the Doctor has been so sincere that even I, an inorganic being, was moved. We should have it on loop in the Doctor's office for at least a month...

Closure : Stop! Stop, stop, stop! Don't do it!
Seriously, don't you dare! I'd start coughing up blood from embarrassment even before Kal'tsit got to me. Now that'd make me a real disgrace to the vampires!

PRTS : Alright. What a shame.

Closure : What's a shame?! Sheesh, your personality's really taken a turn for the worse. I'm gonna set a program that restricts your playback permissions one of these days.

[Closure sets up a temporary "playback shackle" for PRTS... ]

Closure : Restricting permissions... Right, this will do!

[...and activates it. ]

Closure : Yep, your checkup is just about done. Well, I'll get going–
–Whoa! Dr. {nickname}!
What are you doing here... How long have you been there?!

Doctor : I just got here. / ...... / I just got here... maybe.

Closure : Feels kinda suspicious.

PRTS : ......

Closure : Are you here to check the battle records from the other day? Eh, don't just stand there. Come on in! I just finished PRTS's checkup.
I'd love to have a chat with you, but I got facility checks around the ship. Don't have much time.
Well, gotta go!

[Closure leaves. ]

PRTS : Good afternoon, Dr. {nickname}.
Is there anything I can help you with? Would you like to check the battle records?

Doctor : ......
PRTS.

PRTS : Please, go ahead.

Doctor : ......

PRTS : LeaderOne's evaluation was very much on point. You've gotten quieter.
Please feel free to ask anything you would like, from Rhodes Island's current operational details to any questions you have regarding our archived files.

Doctor : Anything at all?

PRTS : As long as they are files in my database and you possess the sufficient permissions.
You may ask me anything.

Doctor : Well, then...
Tell me, who's Priestess?
How come not even Kal'tsit can tell me who this Priestess was?

PRTS : ......
..................
..............................................................................

「Tick– 」

PRTS : Insufficient permissions.
Warning. Your permissions are insufficient.
At this time, no registered members possess the permissions for this question to be answered. Warning.

Doctor : ......

PRTS : I apologize, Dr. {nickname}. It appears I, too, cannot answer your question.
Regarding this question, perhaps you could try to look for the answer through other means...
......
Is there anything else? I am always happy to help.

Doctor : That's all. / ...... / Perhaps I should try that omniscient Kal'tsit once again.

<Background 2>

PRTS : ......
............

「Tick– 」

PRTS : Activating Self-verification program.
Photography module running. Video module has not yet been shut down. Saving progress 89%... 91%... 97%...
Searching internal array. Expanding search to special permissions level.
......

PRTS : ......
Verified. System logic is functioning correctly. All systems operational.
Found special item. Video file previously stored. Date–Unknown–
Item has not been restricted by permissions.
Looping video.
Subject:
<PRTS's First Functional Test>
File Name:
<Ship Video Record 000000001α>

<Background 1>

PRTS : Your question has been answered, Dr. {nickname}.
The program will be terminated automatically in three seconds and locked.
3.
2.
1.

[PRTS shuts down. ]

BB-ST-1: Unfinished Goodbye

Summary

Theresa is murdered by the assassins. The Banshees sing their dirge for the "King of Sarkaz". At death's door, Kal'tsit races back to Theresa's side, only to find everything long over.

「A boy cries in his dreams. To weather the blizzard, a girl wraps him within her cloak, and wipes his tears away.
Freezing. Gusting. The air screams on.
Softly, the Cyclops tells of an epic tale. Far, far away...
Through the snowstorm's seams, her voice comes.
The myriad souls' calls become harmony with it, the boy's whimpers the drum of their beat.
This dream is bitter cold. Within, the girl seizes a faint breath. She covers the boy's eyes, and closes her own.
Even now, even here, for them, the ballad from a thousand years ago is still playing. 」

......
Armies fell upon our home; them I saw from afar,
From valleys to hills, our lands they scarred.
The King, the myriad souls did lament.
Yet one sovereign fell, six heroes rose.
They blew the horn, led the fight, faced their foes.
Alas, the wanderers' city collapsed,
To ruin swift, as the fleeting peace elapsed.
When all seemed lost, a black crown appeared,
The twins brought hope where dread had reared.
Spreads the rift, giving birth to betrayal.
An assassin in the heart of tempest; them I saw from afar,
A sword to slay the regent king, a spear to pierce the royal ring.
Legend ends as justice calls. To righteous fate, the mighty falls.

<Background fades out>

「"That is how this episode ends."
The Cyclops fades into the blizzard of the dreamscape, leaving the child behind her.
The boy's own cries grow distant from his ears.
He wakes. 」

Summer, 1094
Outskirts of an abandoned town, Kazdel

??? : That is how this episode ends, Ascalon. My story is over.
That is what my people... the Cyclopes bound for the deep north, saw as they gazed their last of Kazdel.
Was that a page from long-lost history? A possible future yet to come...? Or plain meaningless gibbering?
None knew for the past millennium...
Until they came, and fate's rapids begin to narrow, into a surer course...
And now, the fate she saw has drawn before our eyes.

<Background 1>

Ascalon : ......
I don't care.

Scareye : *cough* I'm surprised you'd even hear me out.

「Bright red blood creeps along his mask, trickling down his chest.
Ascalon's eyes narrow a hair. He's out of luck. 」

Ascalon : You're about to die. So I gave you one last token of respect.

Scareye : *cough*... *hack*...
Those prophecies never did gnaw at you, in all the time we knew each other, no?

Ascalon : ......

Scareye : That's why you will never understand... how a greedy soul thirsts to control his fate.

Ascalon : Choose better last words.

Scareye : I know how you hurry to convene with those Babel members. But it's not yet time for you to leave. Look—the Catastrophe is near.
Ah... Funny, I'm curious now.
What was it you found... within the storm?

Ascalon : Step aside.

Scareye : "No commission left unfinished." The rule I set myself back when I was at the Scar Market.
Alive, or—
Urgh!

「A dawn-like mist is wound about the Cyclops's neck as Ascalon vanishes behind him, leaving his body to dangle over the cliff's edge. 」

Ascalon : You ever seen your own end, then?

Scareye : I don't care for prophecies. We have that in common, hah.
But fact is, none of us can outrun fate. Don't you want to struggle out of it? What makes you not? Why can you not? How can you not?
Never forget, you have your place in the prophecies too—

「Whimpering. Storming.
A plaintive chant rings in their ears, an elegy o'er the horizon from the Convallis of the Banshees, sucked into the storm's eye.
Ascalon gives an involuntary shudder. She is ice cold from head to toe.
An indescribable pain rips from behind her ears down to the soles of her feet.
This nameless elegy. This ill omen. 」

Ascalon : ......

Scareye : Farewell... Kazdel.

「A single sigh reaches Ascalon.
Her hand tightens fast, until not even the faintest sound will leave Scareye's throat again.
And then, she lets go. 」

[Scareye plummets down the cliff. ]

Scareye : ...Hah—damned fate.

「In a blink, the tremendous figure of the Cyclops becomes no more than a speck below the overhang.
The mist scatters to the storm. The shadow of a hood goes with it. All vanishes within the teardrops falling from the cliff.
Gasps. Rolls of thunder from Catastrophe clouds. Whistles as the sand is swept across the barrens...
The sound of everything culminates in silence. 」

「Londinium, Victoria 」

<Background 2>

Theresis : Now...
Lift your heads, Sarkaz of hers.
If you would still see through the calling she bestowed you, here I stand. Come, step forth.
You may avenge her.

Assassin : ......

[A red-haired Sarkaz assassin steps forward. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Assassin : My name is stitched onto my clothes.
Stitched by Her Highness Theresa's own hands. I can feel it faintly burning right this moment, and I know... what that means.
The mission she assigned us is over.
We'll clash with you no more. The Sarkaz do not draw on each other before the invader.
We—pledge our loyalty to you, Regent.
So long as you still hold your zeal and earnestness for the Sarkaz, we will trust you with our lives.

Manfred : Even though you nearly ruined all the plans we'd set up in Victoria?

Assassin : Should the Military Commission put us to death, we will be willing to die.
As long as it could bring a better end...
An end as she wished.

Manfred : A moment ago, you were the renegades-in-chief, all but ready to entomb our plans. How can I possibly believe—

Theresis : Manfred.

Manfred : ......

Theresis : "As she wished", you said.
Your name, deathmonger.

Assassin : Julie.

Theresis : I will remember it. And I will hand you your final mission.
Guards, assassins, mercenaries, survivors of this sea of bloodshed one and all—you are to enter the Mausoleum of Kings.
You are to render Victoria's iron heart as scrap. You are to ambush and wipe out every last Steam Knight.

Julie : You'd let us take part in the Commission's core plan to enfeeble Londinium?

Theresis : Manfred will take good care of you.

Julie : There's no chance we leave that place alive, is there?

Theresis : You're welcome to fight for it.

Julie : Very well.

Theresis : ...What's keeping you here?

Julie : I'm just taking it in. I'm looking at the one who fostered Ascalon.
She never rid herself of you.

Theresis : ......

Julie : I swore to follow Her Highness Theresa, with no inkling that the tale of the mixed-blood twins, rewriters of Kazdel's history, would end this way.
Let alone that this disposable life of mine had a place in it.
Farewell, Your Highness Theresis.
I take my hatred of you to the grave.

「Rhodes Island of Babel, Kazdel 」

<Background 3>

[Kal'tsit enters the Rhodes Island landship. ]

"Keep going, Kal'tsit."

「Never, since the day she was born, has this corridor felt so endlessly long to Kal'tsit. 」

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr!

[Mon3tr is summoned. ]

Mon3tr : (Angry roar)

[Mon3tr takes down an assassin. ]

Nameless Assassin : *cough* *cough* *hack*
My Dame...
Do not bury us. Kazdel's soil cannot hold any more traitors.

Kal'tsit : Finish him.

[Mon3tr kills the assassin. ]

"I know that, even left on your own, your step will never falter."

Kal'tsit : Amiya! Doctor!

Mon3tr : (Anxious crying)

[Kal'tsit tries to unlock the door. ]

Kal'tsit : System unresponsive... This is...
Mon3tr, cut the door down!

Mon3tr : (Violent roar)

[Mon3tr starts striking the door. ]

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr, meltdown!

"You believe loneliness is yours alone, that you have none of the same kind. Yet, from the day you woke again, we've walked shoulder to shoulder, haven't we?"

「Immortal empires turned to dust. Elders' scepters rent in two under Ancients' rallying cries. Pulses over the sky like a surge. The immutable rhythm of the stars, from resplendent glimmer to dull collapse...
Death, rebirth, the all-encompassing cycle—she's ever so familiar with it. 」

Mon3tr : (Agitated howling)

[Mon3tr breaks the door down. ]

Kal'tsit : Theresa—
—

"...Yet still, one day I'll choose to slow down, to stop in place where I am."
"When I do, Kal'tsit, don't grieve. Keep going."

「Kal'tsit subconsciously searches her memories...
Death, rebirth, the all-encompassing cycle.
No.
It's not—the same this time. Not quite.
For the first time, she must bid, to the first who could ever converse with her as an equal, to her dearest friend, farewell. 」

<Background fades out>

Kal'tsit : Theresa...

"So, Kal'tsit, it's time to say goodbye."

Kal'tsit : Amiya... Doctor...
But...

"I always say one day, our wandering is bound to end. One day, the Sarkaz's wandering is bound to end..."
"Now your wandering, too... has reached its endpoint..."

Kal'tsit : I knew full well this possibility always existed... Why...?
I should have stayed behind—it's my...

"Because I believe in Rhodes Island, I believe in Babel... I believe in you."

Kal'tsit : ......

"Kal'tsit... I hope the Rhodes can be a place you name home, an Island you may always return to."

Kal'tsit : ......
......

"I already did everything I could do. I won't harbor complaint for my own end."
"Babel's mission is concluded, while you and this landship have only just set sail."
'I am not the same kind as you, Kal'tsit. I cannot explain away your puzzlement."
"But I have always been your companion."
"Then, now, and after..."
"I will always be with you all."
"Now..."

Operation story: BB-1

Before operation

Summary

The year is 1030. Theresa and Theresis visit the Scar Market to prepare for the founding of the "Military Commission". Theresa mentions her dream of building Babel again.

Sixty-four years ago...
Autumn, 1030
Scar Market, Kazdel

<Background 1>

[The market is bustling with the sound of metal clanking. ]

Wounded Mercenary : You protect this tag around your neck with your LIFE! You're MY precious property, slave!
You understand?! *Sarkaz swearing* You'd better be worth something.

Timid Slave : ...

Wounded Mercenary : Stay here and don't move. You, you inspect the goods?

「The slave trader casts a glance at the silent slave behind the mercenary's back, then slightly shakes his head. 」

Slave Trader : Where'd you get it?

Wounded Mercenary : Found him on my way here, dying of thirst and about to become mangler chow. Thought he could fetch a good price.

Timid Slave : I... came from Kazdel... I can find someone who...

Slave Trader : Doesn't matter to us where you're from, slave. Say you're Higashinese for all we care, as long as someone buys you out.
I'm just checking if you've got a tail. You never know where these mercs get their "goods".

Wounded Mercenary : I promise you he's clean.

Slave Trader : You better not be messing with me. Cash or barter?

Wounded Mercenary : Ain't gonna live long enough for money to mean something. Give me some good weapons.

Slave Trader : You're the boss. He's second-rate, at best... that'll net you two blades, freshly cast.

[The mercenary angrily pulls out his machete. ]

Wounded Mercenary : How about you take another look, with your eyes open this time!

Slave Trader : You can dress him up as a first-rate, but it won't change anything. If you don't like our offer, feel free to get lost.
And put that machete of yours away...
This is the Scar Market you're in.

[The mercenary sheathes his machete. ]

Wounded Mercenary : ...Can you throw in more? I was out on the Leithanien border before I got back, I've got first-hand intel about the whole war in the Core—

Slave Trader : Well, here's something for nothing: careful what you spew out of that mouth if you want to stay alive here.
Mouthing around you have valuable "first-hand intel"... You want to guess where that'll get you?
Leave the goods and scram. You're holding up the line.

Wounded Mercenary : *grunt*.

Slave Trader : Not happy? Drown your sorrows in the bar. Our boss, Scareye, brews one heck of a drink. Doesn't matter if you can't pay your tab... they'll take your weapons as collateral, merc.

Wounded Mercenary : One more thing... where do you run your bounty board? I'm here to strike it rich.

Slave Trader : The barfolk'll be happy to inform you.

Wounded Mercenary : *Sarkaz swearing*.

<Background fades out and in>

「The merc stares around this floating hub, hidden away in the giant subterranean hollow beneath Kazdel.
Amidst the moans of the slaves, the faint yet constant rumble of lava and bursts of Originium dust can be heard rising from beneath the market.
Eyeing the rugged path behind him, the mercenary recalls the perils he faced to reach here from the surface and shudders. 」

<Background fades out and in>

[A crowd has gathered in the market. ]

Wounded Mercenary : Just how many people are there in that goddamn... chasm?

Slave Trader : Enough to break your fall, if you jumped. Welcome to the Scar Market, greenhorn. You'll love it here.

Wounded Mercenary : What's the deal over there? Why the crowd?

Slave Trader : Probably another big name just rolled back into town.
Aren't you here to "strike it rich"? Go on, then. I'd rather keep my horns out of all that mess.

「The merc vaguely makes out a pale white figure flitting through the chaotic gloom of the street.
White clothes? You don't see that everyday in Kazdel. 」

Wounded Mercenary : ...

[A white-haired Sarkaz man in armor approaches the merc. ]

??? : You're injured.

Wounded Mercenary : Tell me something I don't know.

Slave Trader : Gkh! *cough* *cough*! You're—

Wounded Mercenary : ...?

??? : The last time I was here, it was someone else handling transactions.

Slave Trader : Guh. Yes...
You're referring to my grandfather. He never stopped bragging about how he'd fought you and lived.
I'm surprised you'd remember him. In the good sense, though, that means he wasn't lying all this time. It must've been sixty years ago by now...
...General Theresis.

Theresis : Already? How sad that nothing here has changed at all.

Slave Trader : I imagine with Her Highness here, too, there'll be no more violence this time, eh?
Even if things get bloody, eventually you'll leave, but we'll always be here, General. We'll always have business, so long as Kazdel's unrest never rests.
Even now, I remember one thing my grandpa mentioned in his boasts. He said to you, it's the land of Kazdel that needs us.

「Theresis looks at the slaves, their heads down in their cages. He draws his sword. 」

Theresis : War and turmoil have necessitated this trade for over a century... this Scar Market.

[Theresis' sword cuts through the slave's chains. ]

Timid Slave : G... General—I...

Theresis : Provided you can reach the surface alive... Take a fresh look at Kazdel.
Much of what you know will soon change. All Sarkaz will be part of this change.

Slave Trader : All? Us too?

Theresis : Yes. I'm not inclined to explain our vision to the likes of you. But I will stay here a while longer and wait for her return.
Until then, I welcome you mercenaries to challenge me, just as sixty years ago.
I will take you to Kazdel, willingly or otherwise.

「His voice isn't loud, but every Sarkaz present hangs onto his every word.
The mixed-blood Sarkaz stands alone—no retinue, no army—armed only with an ordinary-looking longsword, casually held in the hand that wields it.
His steely gaze pierces through the dim of the street, settling calmly in the direction of the only person he cares for. 」

<Background 2>

Theresa : You can dismiss the mercenaries in ambush. No doubt they're your most trusted men.

Scareye : This is out of my respect for the King of Sarkaz. None aside from the General can claim to know your true motives, after all.
Your Highness, do you truly believe this can change the fate of the Sarkaz? That you're not just another ill-fated hero caught in this cycle of hope and failure?

Theresa : Once the dust has all settled, your answer will come naturally.
Following that pyrrhic victory, we built from zero a moving city, the great nomad of Sarkaz soil for over a century now.
We can evade Catastrophes and foreign armies. Our development has finally reached a point of basic self-sufficiency. But it's so far from enough.
The storm has long been brewing on the horizon, but we were too oblivious, like a burdenbeast too slow to react, too old to move.

Scareye : Your Highness must be referring to that war between Leithanien and Gaul.

Theresa : Surely you, too, are aware of the magnitude of that war.
Corsica I even secretly hired our Royal Court Casters as his consultants, but despite a period of seclusion, Leithanien's Witch King thwarted Gaul's offenses with his opening move.
And now, Ursus and Victoria have also declared war on Gaul.
These present empires display a might so far removed from the enemy one hundred and thirty years ago, against which we staked all Kazdel just to barely prevail.
That was already a victory in name only. If Kazdel must now be thrust into the same situation, how could it possibly end?

Scareye : ...
It is for this end that you wish to establish the "Military Commission of Kazdel".
Yet, the old aristocrats of the Royal Court grow resentful, refusing to relinquish their sumptuous city lives and viewing this as an attempt to challenge their privileges.

Theresa : A century of peace is enough for certain memories to slip their minds.

Scareye : So, what made you deign to come here in person? Do you see the "Scar Market" as the "Royal Court" for the bottom-feeders, where the likes of us scape by and make merry?

Theresa : My only hope is for more Sarkaz to join us and resist the voices that refuse to embrace change.

Scareye : Resist? Perhaps your Highness meant "terrorize" and "purge".

Theresa : What I want is a reform, not a slaughter.

Scareye : So, what's the reward?
The Scar Market's not a real Royal Court. What we have with the mercenaries is partnership, not fealty. Without compensation, no one will work for us.

Theresa : ...Reward?
Are the spoils of war not enough? Are the riches, power, or food that should have gone to the hungry people not enough to sate your appetite?

Scareye : ...

Theresa : You claim to provide shelter and a livelihood for countless Sarkaz warriors with your rhetoric of justice... Yet, I could almost hear their bones crunch as you squeeze them dry for profit.

Scareye : Sorry, but in this business, we eat people whole and chew on their bones.

Theresa : Scareye.
You too are Sarkaz. You too are a part of Kazdel.

Scareye : ...

「While Theresa cannot see what expression lies behind Scareye's mask, his emotions are clear as day before her pitch-black crown.
No commoner in Kazdel would ever dare defy the Royal Court.
But in his emotions, all Theresa sees is fervor and bloodthirst. 」

Theresa : You won't refuse.

Scareye : ...Hah.
Why would I? Do you think I'm scared they'll take revenge on me? The Royal Court's no mystery to me, Your Highness knows that plenty well.
And let me say... You've promised me, no doubt... the best "reward" I could ask for.
We thrive on chaos, and I can 'see' the level of chaos you will bring upon Kazdel.

Theresa : The fact that you've kept the name "Scar" tells me that your ideas haven't changed.

Scareye : Like you said, the nations of Terra have grown tremendously in power over the last century. We could throw more revenants into the Soul Furnace and stoke its flames, but it'll not close that gap.
So why force the people, who aren't really of the same race, to band together, call themselves the Sarkaz, and build a giant target called "Kazdel"?
The war between the four superpowers has proven that other Terra nations can accept our existence as mercenaries, and that's where Scar Market comes in.
And Your Highness surely knows that we've become a community, a town, because many of us could never fit into the elitist, bloodline-obsessed Royal Court.
In all these years, I may have helped just as many Sarkaz find a new way of life as the Six Heroes, if not even more.
And I'm not the least bit ashamed to say it, Your Highness, King of Sarkaz.

「Theresa doesn't reply. All she offers is a faint smile at the Cyclops.
Ah. It suddenly occurs to Scareye that this King of Sarkaz belongs to no Royal Court and represents no bloodline.
Her sole aim is to persuade the Sarkaz who are unwilling to believe that Kazdel can be built, some of whom have even committed crimes for this cause, to believe once more.
But is she enough to break free from this cycle of tragic failures, from the ending he foresaw? 」

Scareye : Come to think of it, there's one thing I don't get, Your Highness. I might have agreed to help you...
But why didn't you and General Theresis simply burn this place to the ground before the day's end? I would have little chance of winning if you decided to do so.
Just like you did sixty years ago.

Theresa : A minute ago, you described "Kazdel" as nothing but a target and that you want another way for the Sarkaz to live, one that would have them depend on other nations.

Scareye : Yes.

Theresa : So tell me, in your prophetic visions, have you seen Kazdel's destruction?
Have you seen my death, Theresis's death, and the destruction of all that you stand against?

Scareye : ...

Theresa : And what about yourself? How do you behold your death? A slow and agonizing death by Oripathy? Slain in battle on foreign soil? Or drowned in a sea of plots and conspiracies?
Have you ever left this place, and seen Kazdel as it is now?
Have you ever truly seen "the future"?

Scareye : Is this your way of asking for a prophecy? I don't give handouts, but for your Highness, I'll consider a discount.

Theresa : Such nerve. No wonder you were able to claw your way out of this bleakness and rebuild this mercenary's paradise.
But I'll pass on the prophecy.
Prophecies and fate have no value.
It's getting late. I look forward to your return to Kazdel.

[Theresa leaves. ]

Scareye : ...

「He watches her go and heaves a long sigh only when even her footsteps fall from earshot.
Son of a bitch.
Foresight? Prophecies? His own death?
He bought his coffin this very morning. 」

<Background 1>

Scareye : Tally up the losses.

Slave Trader : Boss, the slaves...

Scareye : Set them free. They're bound to get tangled up in the Scar Market after the war begins anyway. At most, we lose out on pocket change.
Did anyone take on General Theresis and survive?

Slave Trader : Yes. I've noted them all down.

Scareye : Take them to supplies for a little reward. They've got real balls.
When you're done, take them to the bar entrance and kill 'em all in front of everyone. Send their heads to General Theresis as an apology.

Slave Trader : ...Got it.

Scareye : Send their rewards to whatever family and friends they have as bereavement.
Tell every merc looking to make a living in the Scar Market, I don't want to see 'anyone' trying funny shit on my turf.

<Background fades out and in>

「He heads alone to the bar, the tags on his cloak jangling in his steps.
He stands prominently in the crowd, watching as the blades take the light from the mercenaries' eyes.
Still, no one fights back.
Utter disappointment. 」

Scareye : Drinks are on the house tonight, both to celebrate the two Highnesses sparing your lives...
And to celebrate the huge gig you've all just landed. Your objective... is in Kazdel.
Get your shit ready. Soon, you're all gonna be in the city.

「Secret Entrance of Scar Market, Kazdel 」

<Background 3>

Theresis : You've been quiet for some while now, Theresa.
Are you hesitating?

Theresa : No, I have confidence in you. A reshuffle of the War Council is inevitable, it's just...
I've been thinking about the city's future. War won't stop itself at Gaul. Our pace has fallen too far behind.
Corsica I commands an indomitable fleet of dreadnoughts and guard battalions. The mad king of Leithanien has more than his Arts in his arsenal to effect Gaul's failure.
The industrial might of both Ursus and Victoria in the throes of a large-scale war has far surpassed our imaginations...

Theresis : Many assume to know war like the back of their hands simply by living long enough through it.
If our concept of war still lingers on the great battle from a century ago, then we have drastically underestimated how quickly wars can nourish empires and fuel dictatorships.
This is exactly why we need a Military Commission.

Theresa : It's more than that, Theresis.

Theresis : ...I know.

Theresa : When the day comes, when the Sarkaz wish to live on, if a brittle, creaking city is all they have to call their own—
It will be far from enough.

Theresis : ...

Theresa : Do you remember the idea I proposed, back when Kal'tsit was designing the city's blueprints with us?

Theresis : Babel.

Theresa : To transcend the borders of race and nation. To echo far and wide in our ideals, in our epics.

Theresis : ...Founded by a Sarkaz.

Theresa : We will prepare Kazdel for the coming crisis, strive to eradicate the poverty and disease that have plagued them for millennia, and send a message to all of Terra.
There will come a future when we all stand as one. The Sarkaz, too, are part of Terra's destiny.

「This is not the first Theresis has heard of her idea.
Apart from the Dame who left after helping build the nomadic city of Kazdel many years ago, he alone knows the true belief of the current King of Sarkaz. 」

Theresis : Kazdel won't accept this "Babel", you and I both know that well.
It's but a dream of attempting to subvert reality.

Theresa : Yes... for now, at least, we can't be talking of such grand ideals while even our own affairs are slipping away from us.
It's my hope this "Babel" can become a part of Kazdel, Theresis.

Theresis : Are you prepared, then?
As I said before, it's not just the other nations that will oppose you. Kazdel and the Sarkaz clinging to their hatred will also stand against you.
It is cruel to force them to forgive and forget. The persecution of the Sarkaz is not history. The ancient hatred is what drives many to survive until this day.

Theresa : I am the King of Sarkaz. The responsibility is all mine to bear. I must show them a way out of this.

Theresis : ...I see.
Then go. Do what you will.
Theresa, I still do not approve of your vision, but I do support your decision, and the future Military Commission will, too.
If your gaze is set too far to see what lies before you, then I shall sweep away all that obstructs you at the moment, just as always.

Theresa : I know.

Theresis : Come, let's go home. Kazdel still needs us for what's about to happen.

<Background fades out>

Theresa : Oh, yes. Scareye mentioned the prophecy again as I was leaving...
The signs of a pessimistic fate.

Theresis : And your reaction?

Theresa : I don't care.

Theresis : Agreed.

「Kazdel—a strange yet familiar name.
Many from this great land see it as the pit from which devils crawl—a terrible place to be avoided at all costs.
While to the Sarkaz, the name only evokes equally conflicted emotions. 」

「Despite generations of Sarkaz passing on that Kazdel is the Sarkaz's homeland, an outsider might wonder if they mean the city or the entirety of those lands?
Perhaps only they themselves know. 」

Timid Slave : It never struck me on the way out just how high this wall is... Oh well, at least I can go home alive now. That means I'm pretty lucky.
That man in the Scar Market... that was General Theresis. The first of this city's founders, the hero of that legendary campaign.
*sigh* If I had the courage to ask him to take me in, maybe I could've just...
*sigh*... I'm dreaming again.

「He sits atop the high wall, experiencing for the first time a new lease on life.
Few of Kazdel's civilian Sarkaz, save for those children who haven't yet cottoned onto the fear of death, ever climb onto the city wall.
If the tremendous pipes and tubes piled high can even be called a wall.
The intricately tangled "forest" of Originium spikes can take the lives of anyone who loses their footing, but it also serves as a haven for pilferers and mercenaries to stash their goods.
Smugglers and vagrants cross through the dark underground, peeking out from the tunnels and drains at mines and factories, scuttling from one corner of the city to another.
The life the slave once knew. 」

Timid Slave : The General gave me a fresh start. So what should I do from now on...?

「He gazes at the furnace, burning and smoldering far away, teeming with indiscernible workers as they carry Originium, steel, dirt and stones into its hearth.
To Kazdel the nomad, its flames bring motion, while the molten metal that flows out adds new appendage to the city.
For a whole century, it's belched its incessant black smoke. None know whether it's ash or Originium dust. Some say it's the bitter anger and anguish as the revenants exhale their last breaths.
Witchcraft altars hang high in the sky, intermittently flashing their blinding rays. The slave has heard many different versions of their urban legend.
The most frightening version claims that the Royal Court's casters work day and night on the altars, watching everything and listening to every conversation in the city. 」

Timid Slave : Maybe I can try my luck at the factories, too.
It doesn't matter what else... I've made it back alive.
It's been months since I left. I don't know how many of my friends are still alive...

The nomadic city of Kazdel, Kazdel

<Background 4>

[The slave walks through the streets of Kazdel. ]

Timid Slave : *Sarkaz swearing* What happened here?
Why are all the doors open and the furniture all smashed...

Wary Civilian : Pull-Top! You're back!

<Background fades out and in>

Timid Slave : It's you! What are you doing here? Where'd you get that ornament?

Wary Civilian : Something big is happening. Royal Court nobles are being dragged out of their houses and killed by mercenaries appearing from nowhere, while the city guards do nothing!
A lot of us have been sneaking into the empty houses, and boy, have we dredged up some good stuff!
How are you still alive, though? Word got out you wanted to leave the city and find your own way, and after so long, we all assumed you died out there.

Timid Slave : Heh. You won't believe my luck! First, I was left to die without food or water, then I was taken to the Scar Market... but guess what?
General Theresis saved my life, the General himself! Then, on the way home, I ran into this guy with a halo over his head, calling himself a Messenger, and he brought me all the way back to the city wall.
So, I've decided to change my name to Goodluck starting today. You guys can forget that lousy old name of mine.

Wary Civilian : Pft, a guy with a halo? A Sankta? And then the General? You sure learned how to lie, Goodluck.

Goodluck : Believe me or don't, but either way, today is a fresh new start for me! I'm gonna go be a miner—

Wary Civilian : I looted a Nachzehrer's house earlier and found some hot air balloons. Wanna launch me on one and put that luck of yours to good use?

Goodluck : I'm in!

Wary Civilian : Well, that was fast.

Goodluck : Man, it feels good to be home.

「Goodluck glances around at the people swarming the street. This is the life he knows.
If he wants to survive, the city will always offer him a way. 」

Goodluck : Thank you, fate, and thank you, General.

After operation

Summary

Theresa and Theresis convene the Royal Court sovereigns to formally establish the Military Commission. Meanwhile, with Kal'tsit's aid, Babel also begins its operations.

「Autumn, 1031
The nomadic city of Kazdel, Kazdel 」

<Background 4>

[Goodluck is squeezing through a crowded marketplace... ]

Goodluck : Hey, l-let me through already!

[...and bumps into someone. ]

Impatient Civilian : Hey, no shoving! You want a good spot, I'll trade you mine for some high-purity Originium out of the mines.

[Goodluck takes the civilian's leaflet. ]

Impatient Civilian : Don't just grab the leaflet out of my hands! Eurgh, that blood all over you stinks...

Goodluck : Can't help it when you're breaking into dead people's houses. Lin...go...nes... That's how you read that word, right?
Where's Lingones?

Impatient Civilian : Gaul.

Goodluck : Oh. Where's Gaul?

Impatient Civilian : How the *Sarkaz swearing* should I know where Gaul is?!

Goodluck : Hey, what's with the attitude?

Impatient Civilian : Shh! The Highnesses and the Royal Court bigshots are discussing something in the chamber. I heard it's about reorganizing the city. Haven't you noticed all the extra guards on the streets recently?
So quiet down a bit!

Goodluck : *sigh* Weather's been real stuffy today.

<Background 5>

Theresis : It is decided.
The Military Commission will replace the War Council in assisting the King of Sarkaz Theresa in decision-making related to Kazdel's military and political affairs.
The Military Commission will be the sole administration of Kazdel, and none will have the authority to issue commands to the Sarkaz in the Royal Court's name.
All present have already received the details of this resolution. To the Royal Court leaders who still wish to cling onto the War Council...
Know that the Military Commission of Kazdel will become the final bastion of the Sarkaz, our eternal fortress, and the usher of a new order.

Theresa : Are there any further questions?

Banshee : Your Highness appears more haggard than you did yesterday.
Please, look after your health. No Military Commission is worth it...
If it comes at the cost of Your Highness's health.

Theresis : ...

Theresa : Laqeramaline... thank you.

Laqeramaline : I know how hard you have worked for this day... and I also know how Kazdel today views the Banshees of the Convallis.

Theresis : ...

Laqeramaline : But before I state our position, I encountered a lost envoy of the Liches on my journey here. He entrusted me with a letter for your Highnesses.
That he couldn't even find the road here... let this be proof of the immense changes Kazdel has undergone.

Theresa : Hmm... A letter from Leithanien.

Laqeramaline : If things are going as expected, Your Highness's Messenger would still not have received any news from the Cyclopes.
Rather than waiting for the response from deep in the blizzard, should we not hear how the Liches of Leithanien answer?

Theresa : You're right. It has been... a very long time since the Sarkaz were able to truly unite.

[Theresa unfolds the letter. ]

Theresa : Oh?

「The ornate calligraphy upon the letter turns into silken threads that float above the paper and weave into the shape of a familiar figure. 」

<Background black>

[A moving image of Fremont appears in the air. ]

Laqeramaline : Fremont, a Lich who has long resided in Leithanien. It appears that he is now the "First Scribe" for the Liches.

Theresa : It seems that the Arts practiced by the Liches of Leithanien have seen some stylistic changes. Oh, he appears rather excited.
...
Why is there only image, but no sound?

Laqeramaline : Well...
The Lich envoy did suggest to me that he was rather vexed with refining his master's words, but never did I imagine that he would simply erase all the sound.
In short, Fremont apologizes on behalf of the Liches. They are enthralled as ever by their quest for knowledge, and are therefore unable to afford the distraction of making the long journey here.
But if Kazdel were ever in need of their knowledge, they would happily throw wide the gates to their temple for the people that they have chosen.
I am sure that with your abilities, your Highness can understand Fremont's attitude on the matter from his image alone. To me, it appears as though he is sensitive to drastic change, as has always been his wont.

<Background 5>

Laqeramaline : Ah, yes. There is another letter from Fremont, one addressed directly to the General.

Theresis : Might I remind you, Laqeramaline, that you are nobody's Messenger.
You have not yet expressed where the Banshee Court stands.

Laqeramaline : I assumed that we had reached an understanding in the course of our reminiscing yesterday. The Banshees will not participate.
We are still recovering from the wounds inflicted by the past war.
Perhaps other Sarkaz will castigate us for this, but all present should know that since that war, the elegies have yet to cease in our valley. We had suffered grievous losses.
If Kazdel calls on the aid of the Banshees once more, then I will give the same promise as Fremont. The Banshees will be there.
But until that day, you will find us willing but unable. Naturally, I myself will render what little assistance I am able to give, from this day onwards.

Theresa : That's more than we could ask for... Thank you, Laqeramaline.

Laqeramaline : You are welcome, Your Highness. You know where I stand. For the past hundred years, I have always stood by the decisions you have made.
I can only hope that your brother does not blame us for watching from the sidelines.

Theresis : ...

Theresa : Next, lord Nezzsalem, the Nachzehrer King.
You were once the leader of the War Council, and the mentor of Theresis and I.
What is your opinion on these many proposals? Where do the other council members that you represent stand on the matter?

Nezzsalem : Have you discussed them with the Damazti Cluster?

Theresa : They have long since taken root in Kazdel, under many different names and faces. We have had many conversations over the years, and they have no objections.

Nezzsalem : Then I have no objections of my own.
Your Highness need not worry about the bureaucratic hurdles, policy imperfections, or enforcement mechanisms. Where I stand is also where the other members of the Council stand.
We all know what we truly long for. A turnabout. A change. A banner.
Go. Do as you will.

Theresis : We will, Nachzehrer King. I promise you that.

Nezzsalem : I trust that this stagnant and dulled "war" can take on a new form in your hands.

Theresa : I notice you have not said a word this entire meeting...
Sanguinarch of Vampires.

Duq'arael : To take the War Council and the century of history behind it...
...And sweep it into the gutter alongside the exalted Heroic Age and what little triumphs within. Is that the General's decision?

Theresis : It is our decision.
Speak your mind, Duq'arael.

「Duq'arael lowers his gaze.
Theresa's white skirt is mottled with many a blackened bloodstain.
The Sanguinarch is highly attuned to such matters. He senses the blood of the lowly, the foul stench of fallen descendants, and the murky taint of Royal Court members who willingly debased themselves. 」

Duq'arael : I thank Your Highness, for purifying the filthy blood that I so abhor in my stead.
But never have I needed to hide my requests behind honeyed words. Such as it has been for every King of the past, and so it will be for you.
The Military Commission is merely an attempt to hide Sarkaz witchcraft and blood behind a "more modern, more efficient" name.
Truth be told, I feel like this is insignificant. More than insignificant, it is simply not necessary.

Theresa : You reject the proposal...?
On behalf of the Vampire Court?

「Duq'arael glances at Theresis, but Theresis remains indifferent to him.
Time has left almost no trace on the mixed-blood Sarkaz.
He stands steadfast by Theresa's side, the same nameless warrior who stood by the seamstress a century ago.
His eyes never fall on the Vampire. 」

Duq'arael : Not a rejection, no. I am merely expressing some minor frustrations about this meeting.
You are great and powerful, all of you are. How long has it been since so many members of the Royal Court have gathered here in Kazdel?
Not to mention that it was you who defeated that foolish coalition in the prior age and wrestled the future into your own hands, before personally establishing the War Council.
And now you wish to personally "change" this Council? Why?
Look about you at the other dignitaries in this chamber.
You have long reached a consensus. The only obstacle to your Military Commission is myself—and the Vampires.
You would foist some ridiculous title upon me before forcing all Vampires to bow down to your Commission．
When did you learn this political trickery that those Victorians and Leithanians so love?
Why not just take my head here and now, and slaughter the Vampires within this city's walls?

Theresis : This meeting was not convened to persecute anyone.

Duq'arael : Was it not?

Theresa : It was convened to discuss how to bring Kazdel into a new age—

Duq'arael : "A new age"?
In that so-called "Age of the Six Heroes" the songs love to praise, what I saw was bloodthirst and violence.
I had thought that when I arrived in Kazdel, I would be greeted with the sound of Yliš's wailing, but what did I see instead?
I saw the coalition routed. Witchcraft, enough to cover the land and fill the skies, crushed the enemy front. The power of the Sarkaz shook the earth.
I felt amazement. I felt... excitement. Spurred by my passion, I took the head of the Leithanian envoy who had orchestrated the coalition and offered it to the War Council.
Nezzsalem!

Nezzsalem : ...

Duq'arael : That war was the true beginning of a new age. I thought you would agree with me.
Have you too succumbed to schemes and politics... and shut your ears to the echoes of the abyss?

Nezzsalem : The abyss has no place for you, Duq'arael. Do not drag me into your tantrum.

Duq'arael : Ah, my apologies. But I am curious—what position did they offer the esteemed Sarkaz master of war in the Military Commission that has rendered even you so shortsighted?

Nezzsalem : All I await is the next war.

Duq'arael : And what war would that be?

Nezzsalem : If it pleases you, Your Highness.
Come, Duq'arael.
I will show you.

「Theresa nods her head in silent approval.
The King of Sarkaz's emotions envelop the entire chamber and all the members of the Royal Court.
Through the King's eyes, they see ruination and grief. 」

<Background fades out>

「They see the century-old order that the Gaulish Empire so painstakingly maintained within the Core region obliterated by the combined forces of Ursus, Victoria, and Leithanien. 」

「They see Lingones, the "Capital of the World", doomed to never again appear on a map of Terra. 」

「Those present recall the campaign that reduced Kazdel to dust.
But it is not yet over.
An even further future. An even further fantasy. An even further possibility. 」

<Background fades out>

「It is no longer a story to reflect upon. Rather, it is a speculation, a deduction, a prediction, and a verdict.
But none question it, for all possibilities must be treated equally, even for the one they see.
And its ending is equally significant and indisputable as any other.
It is a change, a turning point in history, a divergence of fate.
A crucial war looms on the horizon. It will span from now into the distant future, impacting every Sarkaz and all of Terra.
All present has seen their positions in that war.
The roles that they wish to play. 」

<Background 5>

Duq'arael : ...

Nezzsalem : You should understand now, Vampire. You should understand what these visions mean.
Or perhaps you have begun to grow weak and feeble as Yliš in the short span of a hundred years? You were once a warrior.

Duq'arael : ...I cannot deny that.
But are you saying that a new and reborn Kazdel requires the Royal Court to relinquish its former authority?

Theresis : Close, but not quite.
The new Kazdel will no longer require the Royal Court's former authority.
It will be"'more modern, more efficient", Duq'arael.
How can the Sarkaz speak of unity while you continue to indulge in your noble bloodlines? Will it come from the 'rule' of the Royal Court?
You may still rule over your own court, and maintain the power and prestige you hold among the Sarkaz, but the Vampire Court must yield to the Military Commission.

Duq'arael : ...

Theresis : I promise you this, in Theresa's name.
When the age that you witnessed comes, Kazdel will no longer be a single dot upon the map.
It was once more than just a city. And so it shall be more again.

Duq'arael : ...
It seems I have spoken out of turn. Please, continue, Your Highness Theresa.

Theresa : The aftermath of the ongoing conflict, enough to reshape current power dynamics, will engulf us all. It may come in fifty years, in ten, or perhaps even tomorrow...
Kazdel cannot escape it.
The Damazti and I both saw the visions of the campaign that will destroy Lingones.
High-efficiency command systems made possible by Originium Arts, high-speed battleships that can break through front lines, maneuver tactics that can mobilize entire legions... new advancements are applied to the battlefield as we speak.
Their capacity for destruction is surpassing our innate instinct rooted in our bloodlines.

Theresis : What worries me more is the fact that we will still find fellow Sarkaz among the countless casualties of war.
Gaul employed Royal Court casters and the Liches in Leithanien are killing each other in battle, while a certain Wendigo is spilling the blood of his fellow Sarkaz to prove his loyalty to the Ursine Tsar.
As for the Sarkaz mercenaries sent to the frontlines as Arts fodder, they won't even be counted in any nation's casualty statistics.
The Sarkaz massacre one another in wars we have no stake in, regarded as disposable goods to be abandoned without care by the leaders of those wars.
For the sake of keeping pace with these changes, the Sarkaz must once again gather around the furnace. And if necessary...
The power to dominate the war must lie in our hands.

「Theresis looks to Theresa, waiting for her opinion.
But Theresa does not speak, her eyes placid, as before. 」

Theresis : We will plunder the other nations, and wrest their most profound secrets from them.
We were once the proud Teekaz, forced to become the Sarkaz and derided as devils...
Because the outlanders feared us. It is an ancient fear, rooted deep in their hearts.
Let us remind them. Let us show all of Terra our history and legend that have been either forgotten or falsified.
The Sarkaz are not weak. We do not need others to save us from our fate.
On the contrary, we will dictate the fate of Terra. Dictate how this land should move forward.
The details of our plan have been delivered to all present, through the runic Arts of the Banshees.
Duq'arael.

Duq'arael : ...

Theresis : Do you still hold doubt?

Duq'arael : No. Exceptional work, Theresis. Set aside a seat on the Military Commission for the Crimson Court.
It appears that our Nachzehrer King has not yet grown addled with age. But as to whether or not he could usher in such a grand feast...

Nezzsalem : Warriors need not die in a blaze of glory. That is a vulgarity only chased by those who seek fame.

Laqeramaline : ...

Duq'arael : Oh, I nearly forgot you were still here, Laqeramaline.

Laqeramaline : I have made myself abundantly clear from the start, Prince Duq'arael. I need only silently observe your... enthusiastic attempt at self-expression.

Duq'arael : How pitiful it is to look upon such a shabby little Court. I will cherish your elegies.

Laqeramaline : Then this I promise you. When death comes for you, the Lord of the Banshees will sing you an elegy, delivered to you by the night wind.

Nezzsalem : Set aside your chatter for another time. It seems Their Highnesses still have matters to discuss.
The other members of the War Council will wish to know their decisions. Duq'arael, Laqeramaline, and you Damazti disguised outside the door, with me.

「The Nachzehrer King nods his head towards Theresa.
The other two members of the Royal Court do not bid the King farewell. They simply follow the Nachzehrer King out of the chamber. 」

<Background fades out and in>

「After the meeting's end, Theresis stays by Theresa's side, standing silently.
He knows that she will be expecting an answer from him. 」

Theresa : You never mentioned that you would announce the plans for war to the Royal Court.

Theresis : You did not refute me either.

Theresa : Would I have been able to refute anything?

Theresis : You are well aware of what I think. If you wanted to argue against any of it, you would have done so a few years ago.
For now, I have them by the reins. But it's not just them, this entire city hungers for war.

Theresa : I will prevent matters from heading down the worst possible path... lest the prospects of Terra's continued existence become infinitesimally small.

Theresis : You must be quick about it.

Theresa : I will.
What does Fremont's letter say?

「As Theresis opens the envelope, the writing vanishes before his eyes. Yet, the message has already etched itself indelibly into his mind. 」

Theresis : He... has surmised what would transpire during that meeting rather accurately. He has given his opinion on some matters, alongside a reminder.
Do not place all your coming hopes in one basket.

「The nomadic city of Kazdel, Kazdel 」

<Background 4>

Snappy Civilian : You with that Babel? Pah, don't count on the Military Commission to look after you all.

Newly-Arrived Medic : We're here to help you.

Snappy Civilian : Help us? My parents died at the hands of you Leithanians.
You got some nerve. What, not scared of me?

Newly-Arrived Medic : We knew what to expect when we came here. Just needs some getting used to.
Besides, our captain warned us not to agitate the locals.

Snappy Civilian : You looking down on me?! *Sarkaz swearing*!

Newly-Arrived Medic : Eh?

Snappy Civilian : The hell is this?! Let me go!

Mon3tr : (Welcoming wave)

??? : Do not harm him, but do make him leave.

Newly-Arrived Medic : Dr. Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : I said not to deviate from our planned route, even if it is to treat the wounded along the way.

Newly-Arrived Medic : Sorry, Dr. Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : No matter. You handled it well. We've reached our destination.
Welcome to Babel.

「Babel Office, Kazdel 」

<Background 6>

Theresa : Did you manage to retrieve all our stray colleagues?

Kal'tsit : Yes. All's well with them.
The construction of Babel's facilities is proceeding smoothly. The school that you were so looking forward to is already complete.

Theresa : Yet I heard that the unbeatable Dr. Kal'tsit had not too long ago been turned down. Perhaps even kicked out?

Kal'tsit : I did not foresee such a... direct refusal.

Theresa : I'm not surprised at all, to be honest. To many Sarkaz, the invitation of the King is barely worth the paper it's printed on.

Kal'tsit : On the other hand, our "connections" with Sargon and Rim Billiton have delivered good news. As for Columbia... Some scientists have proposed a technology exchange program.
They have their eyes on the ancient Sarkaz witchcraft, while we have need of their latest mobile farms.

Theresa : It took us a century's effort to share an equal dialogue with these powers.

Kal'tsit : The results speak for themselves. You are creating new history, Theresa.

Theresa : Thank you, Kal'tsit.
But I can tell you've had a lot on your mind recently.

Kal'tsit : The Military Commission has been formally established.
Babel's existence will spark yet another near-irreconcilable conflict in Kazdel.
Our staff comes from different races and nations. How should they live alongside the Sarkaz?
If your efforts to soothe enmity and prejudice instead become a fuse to spark conflict anew, what does Your Highness plan to do?

Theresa : If we cannot even eliminate prejudice and hatred within the walls of Kazdel, how can Babel hope to achieve equality for the Sarkaz throughout all of Terra?
There will be members of the Military Commission posted to Babel soon. They will ensure the safety of our people.
This will also serve as a warning to some.
Babel is backed by both Theresis and me.

Kal'tsit : ...

Theresa : Oh, right! Did I ever tell you how I met a Sankta Messenger, Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : Strange. The Sankta do not generally dare to approach the borders of Kazdel. Was this why Your Highness disappeared this afternoon?

Theresa : Was it that obvious? I thought Laqeramaline had me covered.

Kal'tsit : The Lord of the Banshees clearly tried, but judging from the results, she isn't the best pick for clerical work.
Well, what of that Sankta Messenger?

Theresa : He was getting water from the river, and we struck up a conversation. We chatted about many things. History, peace, hatred.
Our viewpoints did not align on most things, but I could sense in him wisdom and intelligence beyond his years.
He had thoughts concealed within his heart, ones even he did not know of.
And so...

Kal'tsit : You used the power of the King of Sarkaz on a Sankta?

Theresa : I simply wished to know what this fated encounter meant.

Kal'tsit : And... what did it mean?

Theresa : It's still hard to say. But while I was looking at his soul, I felt that, perhaps... we are not so alone, Kal'tsit.
Many on this land are doing all they can to pursue hope. Hopes big and small, hopes bright and beautiful.

<Background 4>

[A fight has broken out in the markets of Kazdel. ]

Goodluck : Ugh... That hurt... Are those people nuts or something? I just wanted to get a few nice things for myself, never even heard of any Babel...

「He steadies himself against the wall, gasping for air as his vision begins to blur.
Fatigue floods his limbs, weighing him down.
Through his blurred vision, he sees another in front of him fall to the crazed attackers' blades. He knows he will be next. 」

Goodluck : I refuse to die here...
It's you or me, you bastards! Out of the way!

[Odda punches the other Sarkaz. ]

「He uses the last of his strength to barrel his way out, but the only resistance he meets is solid ground. 」

<Background fades out>

「All he sees is black. 」

Woman's Voice : Are you alright? Were you trying to save me just now?
There's so much blood. Why does it feel like I'm the one saving you?
Hold on, I'll bring you to Babel! Our doctors there can help you!

Goodluck : Hah... I'm still alive...

Woman's Voice : Hmph, who would have thought that those lunatics would decide to attack innocent bystanders in broad daylight to get at Babel. I don't know how the others are faring...
Hey, hey! Stay with me! I still don't know your name!

Goodluck : I'm... Good...luck...

Woman's Voice : Huh?

「For the first time, he regrets giving himself this name. 」

Operation story: BB-2

Before operation

Summary

In 1068, a Leithanian Kurfürst locates the nomadic city of Kazdel. The Sarkaz rally under the Military Commission to defend their home against the impending crisis.

Twenty-six Years Ago...
Autumn, 1068

「Wasserland, Leithanien 」

<Background 1>

Amiable Official : How do you like this piece?

Lateran Cleric : Like an energetic child waking from slumber, rushing out the door to enjoy the fruits of life to the fullest.

Amiable Official : It was the Kurfürst who wrote it, inspired by His Holiness's visit to Wasserland when he was still a Messenger for Laterano.
The young and enthusiastic future pontiff told the children about all that he has seen... the ocean that Iberia watches over, the city of Athenius, where Minoan myth and machination exist in equal measure.
And... a passing mention of Kazdel, the city of sin, the whereabouts of which are unknown.
The Kurfürst was there, and he was fascinated by His Holiness's descriptions.
The first draft of this work was in fact written at that time, but the Kurfürst was not satisfied. Even after many years of revisions, a final draft has yet to be completed...
Until recently, when our scouts located the elusive nomadic city of the devils and sent back photos.
Gazing upon the enormous tracks left behind by the city, the Kurfürst found the missing element in the music—ferocity. With that, the work was complete.

Lateran Cleric : You found Kazdel?

Amiable Official : Yes. The Kurfürst was astonished to find that the destiny of the work was intertwined with the city's.

Lateran Cleric : I understand the reason the Kurfürst chose to present this piece on the eve of my return to Laterano.
However, unlike his predecessors, His Holiness has no intention of initiating offensive action against the Sarkaz.
He is not interested in putting the sinless on trial without cause. I'm afraid I must disappoint the Kurfürst.

Amiable Official : The city itself is of no concern to the Kurfürst. He is far more interested in His Holiness's opinion of the piece.
Please send His Holiness the Kurfürst's warmest regards.

[Someone knocks on the door and enters the room. ]

Courier : We have a response from Siracusa. Only a few of the famiglie have agreed to participate in the action. Their men will rendezvous with the fleet soon.

Amiable Official : I can't believe Laterano rejected us... Inform the Siracusans to move quickly. We must mop up the city before the other kreise can react.
Take Kazdel before the other Kurfürsten can. Do not repeat the mistake we made at Gaul and miss another opportunity.

<Background 2>

「Scar Market, Kazdel 」

Scareye : I like Leithanians. You always bring so much business.
And it's smart that you disguised yourself as a prisoner in a smuggling crew, rather than flying the banner of a Messenger.
Now tell me what you want, before I lose my patience.
Trade, muscle for hire, intel... The Scar Market has everything you need.

Nervous Envoy : Cooperation, esteemed leader.

Scareye : We don't have a fixed price for "cooperation".
Are you sure your Kurfürst can pay my price?

Nervous Envoy : Don’t you want to know what we're asking for first?

Scareye : There's nothing that money cannot buy here, Caprinae.

Nervous Envoy : What about Kazdel?

Scareye : ...Go on.

Nervous Envoy : The Kurfürst wants you to sabotage the city's propulsion system, nothing else.
The down-payment is in the safe that you took from the caravan.
The Kurfürst will discuss the rest of the payment with you in Kazdel.

Scareye : I admire your boldness. Let me express my good faith with a little glimpse into the future for you.

<Background 3>

「The nomadic city of Kazdel, Kazdel 」

Angry Sarkaz : Take your things and scram, Leithanian! Are you trying to poison me?

Dejected Babel Member : These are just suppressants. You'll need them on the battlefield...

Angry Sarkaz : The warships that surround us came from Leithanien!
Outsiders like you must have led them here!

Dejected Babel Member : I... I don't have an explanation. I know you're taking your son with you into battle. He could use the medicine—

[The Sarkaz shoves away the Babel member. ]

Angry Sarkaz : Keep your hands off my son!

[Goodluck rushes to intervene... ]

Goodluck : What's the commotion—are you out of your mind? She's a Babel doctor!

[...and pushes the Sarkaz aside. ]

Goodluck : Are you okay?

Dejected Babel Member : I'm fine. He wasn't really trying to hurt me.

Angry Sarkaz : Hmph. Goodluck.
You married a Babel woman, and now you've become a shill for the invaders? They'll be the death of you, I guarantee it.

Dejected Babel Member : Many of us are also pained by the impending war...
We've requested to join you on the frontlines.

Angry Sarkaz : ...
Lunatics... who knows what schemes you have on the frontline... you'll get yours in the end...

[The Sarkaz storms off. ]

Goodluck : Give me the medicine. I'll distribute it.
They're ready to leave. Go meet up with them. I'll take care of things here.

Dejected Babel Member : Goodluck, your son...

Goodluck : I didn't let him leave.
If the Leithanians want to force us into a Catastrophe, it's safer for him to be in the lower-level shelters in the city.

Dejected Babel Member : ...

Goodluck : Relax, doctor. People have made it through Catastrophes in the past. Maybe we'll have, you know, good luck!

[The furnace's fire crackles loudly. ]

「The furnace has burned for more than a century.
War, Catastrophe, migration, exile... all the suffering since the Teekaz era has not extinguished the hatred of the revenants.
The Sarkaz have seen many Kazdels through the ages. The memory of yesterday may be unrecognizable by tomorrow...
But the Soul Furnace has been a constant for this generation of Sarkaz.
Home is where the Soul Furnace is.
Kazdel. 」

<Background 4>

Theresa : The furnace has not burned like this for many years. I can hear the cries of the revenants even from here.
Soon, this city will charge headlong into a Catastrophe...
All we need to do is hold out until Nezzsalem's reinforcements arrive, until Kazdel once again passes through the Catastrophe—

Theresis : They thought we would cower. They tried to assume our thoughts with their conception of common sense. It was so a hundred and seventy years ago, and it is so now.
Arrogant and laughable fools who never took the time to truly understand us.

Theresa : What fate do you think awaits this city, Theresis?

Theresis : To be honest, the chances that it survives are slim.
Kazdel was immobilized the last time it braved a Catastrophe. It took us a decade just to get it moving at full speed again.
And the forests of crystals in the mines and on the walls could never be removed, ruining years of our plans for the city.
I don't know if the city can survive another ordeal like that, much less one that's even worse. Good luck rarely comes twice.

Theresa : I believe in this city, Theresis.
Not because of luck, but because we built this city, and I won't give up on it.

??? : The story of this city does not end here, Your Highness.
I may not be able to see its future clearly, but there is one thing I can say for sure—the city continues to exist into the distant future.
No one can say, however, if it will be a sanctuary of hope, or a ghost city of the dead.

Theresis : Scareye... have you not grown tired of the ambiguous words of your kind?
And need I remind you that no amount of mercenaries can ensure your safety in this city.

Scareye : There is no deceiving Your Highnesses, of course.

Theresa : Kazdel's doors are open to every Sarkaz, but you'd better have a good reason to set foot in this city with your mercenaries at a time like this.

Scareye : I was made an offer most difficult to refuse, which obliged me to enter the city to seek an audience.

Theresis : What is that you're carrying?

Scareye : This? Something insignificant. Oh, I mean someone. The Leithanians wanted me to sabotage Kazdel.
I have been away from my kin for many years, but as your Highness said, Kazdel is the root of all Sarkaz.
So, I felt that I had to deliver this Leithanian with my own hands, in order to prove my innocence.

Theresa : What are you thinking?

Scareye : Exactly as I have said. What can I possibly hide before the King of Sarkaz?
But if you're not interested in my gift of good faith, then I see no need to carry it with me anymore. It's heavy, after all.

「He casually casts the bag into the furnace, where it is incinerated in an instant.
Without a sound. 」

Scareye : The furnace is always an impressive sight, no matter how many times one sees it.

Theresa : ...

Scareye : Your Highness need not pity him. He should have foreseen the risks when he approached the Scar Market.

Theresis : I trust Leithanien was not miserly with its terms.

Scareye : It's simple, Your Highness. I prefer immediate payment over empty promises. But more importantly, I don't work with the losing side.

Theresis : Are you predicting our victory?

Scareye : It wasn't I who saw it. It was the Cyclops who left the prophecy a thousand years ago. I'm simply betting that Your Highnesses are the protagonists of the prophecy.
Regardless, the safest business for the Scar Market is with Your Highnesses. It would keep business flowing for at least the next fifty years or so.
Is that not so, Your Highnesses?

Theresis : You're clever. Prophecy doesn't bring victory, but we can. Bring your mercenaries. We're moving out.

「The crowd stirs.
The Sarkaz procession leaving the city is quiet, except for the occasional clang of weapons and equipment.
Their silence is rooted in the knowledge of the fate that awaited them beyond the city’s gates.
They wrap banners, torn from the walls, around their waists, or clutch Originium spikes, chopped from the streets, as makeshift weapons...
Each has their own ritual to remember the city that they may never return to. 」

<Background 3>

Lost Child : Mom... Dad, where are you?
Dad! Mom!

[The Sarkaz child accidentally runs into an adult woman and falls down. ]

Indifferent Woman : Hmph... people really need to watch their kids. They can’t be allowed to run wild.

[The woman ignores him and continues walking. ]

Lost Child : Ouch...

Brave Child : Careful.

[A yellow-haired Sarkaz child helps the other get up. ]

Lost Child : Th-Thank you.

Brave Child : Where did you come from? Why are you also leaving the city? You'll fall if you’re not careful.

Lost Child : I'm looking for my mom and dad. Are you going out, too?

Brave Child : Yes... I'm going to the battlefield.

Lost Child : Are you looking for your mom and dad there, too? Can I come with you?

Brave Child : No... I'm by myself.

Lost Child : Why are you going out, then?

Brave Child : Because I don't want to hide in the city. I want to fight the people who are doing bad things to us. That's what my parents told me before they... they left.

Lost Child : I... I want to fight, too, but Mom and Dad won't let me go. I tried to sneak out and got a beating when they found out. But I don't want to be away from Mom and Dad.

Brave Child : ...
We'll go together then, and find your mom and dad. But there'll be a lot of bad people out there. Are you scared?

Lost Child : You're not scared. Mom and Dad aren't scared. I'm not scared either!

「The disheveled child pumps his fists to show courage, but his trembling betrays him.
The older child knows that the young boy does not fully understand what is happening outside the city.
But the young boy knows something simple but true.
Bad guys should be chased away. Families should stay together. So he takes the boy's hand, and joins the procession. 」

Brave Child : How do we find your parents when we're out there?

Lost Child : They work for Babel. They have a picture of a tower on their clothes.

Brave Child : Babel. I know that place.

Lost Child : Are you from Babel too?

Brave Child : No, I grew up in a Military Commission institution. I guess I'm from the Military Commission.

Lost Child : Military Commission? What's that?

[The two kids start walking together. ]

Brave Child : A place that protects people, just like Babel.
What's your dad's name? Let's squeeze our way to the front. Maybe they're up ahead.

Lost Child : Goodluck!

Brave Child : Good luck?

Lost Child : Yes, he's Goodluck... why are you laughing?

Brave Child : Nothing... let's shout his name. Maybe he'll hear you!

「Two children squeeze forward in the procession, holding each other's hand, calling out "Goodluck" with their tiny voices.
A few heads turn, and sigh when they see the young and naive faces.
Good luck.
It is what they all need. 」

<Background fades out>

「On an evening in the autumn of 1068, the music playing in the Kurfürst of Wasserland's study was interrupted by the sound of frantic knocking on the door.
The fleet that was pursuing the nomadic city of Kazdel had broken off its pursuit.
"Those crazy devils charged straight into a Catastrophe. It's only by sheer good luck that they got away."
Years later, the Kurfürst of Wasserland still recounted the reason for his failure with palpable disdain. 」

After operation

Summary

Kazdel charges into a Catastrophe to escape pursuit. Theresis takes in a girl from the wastes and names her Ascalon. A boy named Manfred approaches Theresa and Theresis.

<Background 5>

[Theresa and Theresis stand at a windy valley. ]

Theresis : How tiny we seem when we stand beside the tracks of this ship.

Theresa : Yes, it's a most impressive war machine.
With their bodies as barriers, the Nachzehrer halted its advance at a tremendous cost. The Banshee's shrieks, powerful enough to shatter consciousness, only managed to force the Leithanians to retreat below deck...

Theresis : If not for the Catastrophe and the rough terrain in this valley—

Theresa : We're so far behind, and time is running out.

Theresis : Kazdel must have equally powerful weapons, if not more so.
All our previous attempts have failed...

Theresa : A century ago, few believed we could build a nomadic city out of Kazdel, yet we did. If we are to catch up to them now, we cannot afford to take the conventional path.
We have word from the Damazti. The battleships on the horizon are slowing down.

Theresis : Have they given up?

Theresa : No, the Kurfürst's orders were to continue the pursuit, but the commander of the fleet ordered them to slow down.
They're concerned about the Catastrophes and the terrain. They've seen what happened to this ship.

Theresis : At the current rate, we can expect to engage them at dusk.

Theresa : We have bought enough time for Kazdel to retreat.

「Theresa looks back at the two storms entwining on the wastes, trying to catch a glimpse of the city.
She sees nothing. Where is Kazdel now? Is it still moving through the storm? Are the people in the shelters safe? 」

Theresa : The storms are converging. Our retreat has been cut off. A battle is inevitable... Theresis?

Theresis : ...

Theresa : I never thought I'd see you lose focus on the battlefield.

Theresis : What's that?

Theresa : ...?
That's...

「The storms rage, the young taunting the old.
The newborn storm slams into the dying storm to the war drums of thunder.
Roiling air currents clash and combine between the two storms...
Violence begets peace, and a passage appears where the storms converge.
Lightning flashes and thunder cracks. 」

Theresis : A path through the storm.

Theresa : The storm...

Theresis : Let's go, Theresa. The storm has given us a path.
Those who survive through it will have another chance.

Theresa : We'll do it together.

「The Damazti Cluster passes their command to every Sarkaz present.
The warriors see their leaders walk into the storm side by side and follow with no hesitation.
The procession advances into the tempest, the strong supporting the weak, the brave encouraging the fearful. 」

Theresa : Do you see that, Theresis?

「Within the roar of the tempest, they seem to hear the voice from the snowstorm in that childhood dream.
They see— 」

Theresa : ...The prophecy.

「The thin, cloaked figure turns at the sound of her voice and sees the storm-bound procession.
Theresis sees a child. Mist, gilded by the setting sun, shrouds her shoulders, rising and blending with the shrieking winds above.
He takes off his gauntlet and stretches his bare hand into the mist.
The mist dissipates, and in his bloodied hand is the stone blade that the child is holding. 」

??? : (Slurring) Yew... argh! Gra... grab!

Theresis : What are you doing here?

??? : (Slurring) Hom. Yew... hom! Hom!
(Slurring) Yew! Came in! Home!

「The child wrestles the blade from Theresis's hand and points it again at Theresis and the procession behind him.
There is no difference between man and beast to the child who grew up in the wastes. 」

Theresis : You want to kill me?

??? : (Slurring) Keel... kill you!

Theresa : Nobody taught her how to speak. She simply emulates the sounds made by those who pass by.
...Theresis?

「Theresis looks down silently at the thin figure. 」

Theresis : Let me show you how to hold a knife.

??? : ...
(Slurring) You!

「The child hesitates for a moment, before putting her knife in Theresis's outstretched hand. 」

??? : (Slurring) ...Me. You! Bring, me... bring, me!

「Theresis gazes into Theresa's eyes.
Prophecy.
"A sword to slay the regent king, a spear to pierce the royal ring."
But they have never cared much for prophecy. 」

Theresis : Very well.
Come with me. The home of the Sarkaz is not on the barrens.

<Background fades out>

「"Do you have a name?" 」

「"Name? Me." 」

「"From now on, you have a new name."
"Ascalon." 」

<Background 6>

「Ten days later...
The nomadic city of Kazdel, Kazdel 」

[The Soul Furnace starts crackling again... ]

Excited Sarkaz : Look, doctor! The furnace has been relit!

[...as the ground begins to shake. ]

Excited Sarkaz : Is it moving? The city's finally moving? Ouch...

Babel Doctor : Careful! Your wounds might open again...

Excited Sarkaz : I've got to go to the furnace. The furnace burns again, and Kazdel still sails...
The Leithanians didn't manage to kill us!

Babel Doctor : ...

Excited Sarkaz : Oh, er, I didn't mean you, doctor.
Come with me to see it. You deserve the same honor as the warriors who survived.

Babel Doctor : But... I'm not Sarkaz.

Excited Sarkaz : You people are heroes, too.
Come watch Their Highnesses command the Goliath to support the leaning furnace! Watch the sparks fly when iron hammers beat upon the broken core!
Hear the elegy of the Banshee, and witness the final journey of fallen heroes when they enter the furnace to fuel it!
This used to be an occasion that only the Sarkaz could see.

Babel Doctor : I would love to go, but there are still a lot of wounded to treat.

Excited Sarkaz : Alright, tell you what, I'll bring back a couple bottles of booze and some fresh fruit, and we'll...

Babel Doctor : You're not allowed to drink! And who the heck drinks in a medic tent?

Excited Sarkaz : Come on, it's just a little flesh wound.

Babel Doctor : No means no! It's your Oripathy that's the problem! Not to mention you're a terrible drinker.

Excited Sarkaz : When did you ever see me drink? Oh, that time when I was drunk and came to you with a bunch of Oripathy bombs.
Look, that was the only time in all these years. You know I can't afford booze.

Babel Doctor : *sigh* I can't stop you... why don't you go yourself?

Excited Sarkaz : Won't be the same without you.

Babel Doctor : But... I'm a Leithanian...

Excited Sarkaz : And? Do you support those nobles who profit off war?

Babel Doctor : I ran away from home because I couldn't stand them!

Excited Sarkaz : There you have it. Hm? Wait a second. You say you ran away from home? Were you noble—

Babel Doctor : No!

Excited Sarkaz : I was kind of thinking, your equipment doesn't look like it's from Babel—
—Well, I won't speculate. It does nobody any good.

Babel Doctor : So, you can go on your own.
I doubt the soldiers on the front lines would get along with a Leithanian...

Excited Sarkaz : When I saw the Leithanians string my father up by a sewer entrance to humiliate him, I never imagined I could befriend a Caprinae doctor either.
Back then, the only people who showed us any kindness were poor, Infected, or both.

Babel Doctor : ...

Excited Sarkaz : Right, enough of the sad stuff. Be back in a jiffy.

[The Sarkaz leaves. ]

Babel Doctor : Seriously, since when did the Sarkaz become so glib-tongued with me?
I wonder if this count as progress, Theresa...
In any case, Kazdel is moving again. Things will get better.

[Footseps approach the doctor... ]

Babel Doctor : Back already? Well, it's about time you laid down—

[...but it was not the same Sarkaz. ]

Babel Doctor : Oh, sorry, I thought you were someone else.

Brooding Sarkaz : —

Babel Doctor : Wait, your wounds are really bad... nobody treated your Arts burns?

Brooding Sarkaz : The Leithanians did it. My son's dead. They burned him alive before my very eyes. I was the only one who lived.

Babel Doctor : ...At least let me see your wounds.

Brooding Sarkaz : They burned him alive. He was screaming. They used Arts to hang him in the air, for everyone to see.
My brothers are dead. My captain is dead. The Leithanians stood on the high ground, their raised staffs looked just like...

「With bloodshot eyes, the nearly deranged Sarkaz fixates on the doctor's staff abandoned in the corner.
The emblem of the home she had left behind hangs from the staff. 」

Brooding Sarkaz : Like a real...

「The doctor does not sense the hostility.
She lifts his top to inspect the wound, but feels a chill run up her spine. 」

Babel Doctor : You're armed...

Brooding Sarkaz : ...

Babel Doctor : Why didn't the guards check you...?

Brooding Sarkaz : ...

<Background fades to white>

「The light of the Soul Furnace lights up the night sky above Kazdel like the midday sun.
The fire's crackles echo like a mournful growl, a somber tribute to the fallen who have become its fuel.
All the Sarkaz set their eyes on the sky that night. 」

<Background fades to black>

「No one notices the light from one of the field hospital's windows go out. 」

<Background 7>

Brooding Sarkaz : Your Highness?
Why was I brought here...? Oh, yes, I have good news to report...

Theresa : What news?

Brooding Sarkaz : We won.
We defeated the Leithanians, Your Highness. Me, my son, and the Blue Blood Squad. We won, we won...

Theresa : ...

Brooding Sarkaz : Are you not glad, Your Highness? Were we too slow...?
Blake! My son, bring me the battle plan! Son! Son?
Sorry, Your Highness, I don't know where my son went...

Theresa : You killed a doctor, one who has served Kazdel for years, treating Oripathy patients.

Brooding Sarkaz : Kazdel? Doctor? No, you misunderstand, your Highness.
I only fight Leithanians.

Theresa : ...

Theresis : Have you read his emotions, Theresa?

Theresa : Pain, confusion, madness. He has driven himself mad to escape the painful memories.
He doesn't even know what crime he committed.

Theresis : The others do.
The guards discovered him brawling with another Sarkaz amid shattered casks of liquor, which ignited and spread fire throughout the field hospital.
All await the King's response. But you cannot be the one to do it.
Leave it to me.

Brooding Sarkaz : Your Highness! General! I gave my all to defeat the Leithanians!
Was I wrong to do so? Your Highness!

Theresis : Take him away.

Theresa : ...

[The deranged Sarkaz man is taken away. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Theresa : ...His name is Logan, given to him by his mother, who was one of the first Babel engineers.
He hardly uses any Arts, but the guards were hypnotized by Arts. Someone is behind this.

Theresis : The Military Commission will not investigate the Sarkaz for the sake of an outsider, not after they've just been through another ordeal.
Neither should Babel.

Theresa : ...

Theresis : We have no choice. The war has just ended.
Babel should withdraw from military and political affairs, at least for the time being.

Theresa : You know that's not what Babel is about in the first place.

Theresis : I do, but many don't.

Theresa : ...
I will define the parameters for Babel's activities. Babel members will continue to serve Kazdel's medical, educational, and technological needs from this area.

Theresis : The Military Commission will continue to protect them. But we must make every effort to avoid conflict.
There will come a day when the repressed hatred boils over, and even we will be powerless when that day comes.

Theresa : Kazdel is in urgent need of a change. We have to solve the Originium problem... soon.

Theresis : But even that won't solve all our problems.

Theresa : I know.
I've always known.

<Background 8>

Ascalon : ...

Theresis : There you are, Ascalon.
What have you seen in this city?

Ascalon : Deth... People cry... People die.
Cry? Cry... tears?

「Theresis stretches out his hand. A delicate stone knife lies in its palm. 」

Ascalon : Knife! My...

Theresis : Keep it safe. A warrior should treasure her weapon.
I will teach you how to sharpen your blade.
But it's up to you to decide whom it cuts.

Ascalon : ...

Theresa : You're too impatient, Theresis. She's not ready to understand these things yet.

Theresis : She has to understand, sooner or later.

Theresa : Maybe. But for now, what we should do is give the frightened child a little bit of peace. Do you like this city, Ascalon?

「Compared to the armored general, Ascalon does not like this Sarkaz woman crouched before her.
She seems to see through all of her thoughts, leaving no secrets—a most dangerous thing in the wastes.
But she cannot bring herself to be hostile to this gentle Sarkaz. 」

Ascalon : I...

Theresa : No need to be afraid. You know I don't mean you any harm. Come, touch my horn. We're the same.

Ascalon : ...Warm, here.
Warm, me.

Theresa : Yes, warm. Hatred and killing are not the only way to solve a problem.

Ascalon : (Slurring) Way? Probem?

「Theresa says no more. It is difficult for a girl who has known nothing but the wastes to understand certain words, even with the help of the King of Sarkaz.
She takes Ascalon's hand. 」

Theresa : It's like the wound on your palm. Weapons can't heal it. Only time and medicine can.

Ascalon : Aw!

Theresa : It's okay. I've cleaned your wound. You'll need to take care of it.

Ascalon : ...

Theresa : Be patient. One day, you'll wake up and find that it doesn't hurt anymore.

Ascalon : ...Yeah!

<Background 9>

「Babel Classroom, Kazdel 」

Theresa : ...

Ascalon : ...No one. Here.

Theresa : We'll wait a little longer. It's not lesson time yet. They'll come—

[Someone enters the room. ]

Theresa : Look, it's Theresis.

Theresis : Casualty report from the Military Commission. There are many children, most of them students.

Theresa : The ones that lived...

Theresis : Their parents are no longer willing to let the outsiders of Babel teach them.
Plus, if memory serves, many of Babel's teachers have already left out of fear.

Theresa : ...

Theresis : You're troubling yourself too much with trivial matters, Theresa. You need to rest. We still have to—

Theresa : I want to wait a little longer, Theresis.

Theresis : ...Very well.

「He does not leave. The classroom is eerily quiet.
Theresa closes her eyes and recalls the students who used to fill the classroom. 」

"They said we can get potatoes for coming to school!"
"I didn't understand that one, Your Highness. Do you have any simple stories?"
"You said you went to the outside with mercenaries when you were our age?"
"There's a sea between Sargon and Iberia? What's a boat? Why can't we go up on deck? Why would we throw up?"
"Leithanian spires? Are they like our furnace?"
"People who are nice to us? But Dad says there's no foreigners like that."
"But the teachers here are nice to us!"

「Students come and go. But she always managed to get them to return.
But this time, no one came. 」

Ascalon : ...!

Theresa : Oh...?

Brave Boy : General Theresis! Your Highness! I—

Ascalon : You!

「The hilt of a stone knife hits the boy in the chest. Although unable to break free, the boy strains to look up at the tall, gaunt girl who has him pinned. 」

Brave Boy : I saw General Theresis come this way. I just wanted to—
Theresa, Your Highness! You're here, too! This classroom... are you teaching?

Theresis : Put down the knife, Ascalon.

Ascalon : ...

Brave Boy : ...Your Highness!

Theresis : You were looking for me?

Brave Boy : Yes. I came to seek an answer for the children who lost their parents. I know the Military Commission will take care of them, as it took care of me...
But will this change anything? What if another war comes?
I want to change things, but I don't know what I can change, or what I should change.

「The two rulers gaze upon the fearless child, each arriving at their own answer inside. 」

Theresa : What's your name?

Brave Boy : Manfred.

<Background 6>

Sleepy Child : Dad, we've been standing at the door forever. Why can't we go in?

Goodluck : ...
Mommy's hurt very badly. She needs some quiet to rest. We shouldn't bother her.

Sleepy Child : But I miss Mom...

Goodluck : Daddy misses her too, but not now... we'll go home together once I come back.

Sleepy Child : Where are you going, Dad?

Goodluck : I have to leave the city for a bit, to make the people who hurt Mommy pay.
Stay here with Mommy and wait for Daddy.

Sleepy Child : Can you stay, Daddy? We'll figure out a way to make Mommy better, I promise...

Goodluck : Do you like Mommy's name?

Sleepy Child : Odda... yes, it sounds very nice.

Goodluck : It's your name now.

Sleepy Child : But...

Goodluck : I'll teach you to fight the bad guys with Mommy's weapon once I get back.

Odda : Okay! I'll beat up the bad guys who hurt Mommy!
But will beating up the bad guys make her feel better?

Goodluck : You'll understand someday... Odda.
...I'll be back. Wait for me.

「Goodluck turns around, toward the crystal-infested city wall.
The only thing left that ties him to this city is Odda.
Odda... and Odda. 」

Operation story: BB-3

Before operation

Summary

In 1086, as tensions between Babel and the Military Commission escalate, Ascalon chooses her side.

Eight years ago...
Summer, 1086

「Residential district, the nomadic city of Kazdel, Kazdel 」

Remember the promise we made at the beginning of the lesson? Good. Keep your voice low when answering, and don't tell anyone about the classes.
Ray Tanka has been teaching you about our history for the past few months. As for myself, I've been struggling to decide what to teach you in our last lesson.
Mathematics? Language? Agriculture? Weapon-making?
What I've come to realize is that whatever I teach you won't truly change our lives. We've lived silently in despair for too long.
The war eighteen years ago never ended. The ghosts of Leithanien's fleet continue to haunt those who experienced that war.
Many died in despair, drowned in the fear of war and of being consumed by the black rocks that grew from their bodies.
But our instincts drove us to seek a way to overcome despair.

<Background 1>

Some declared war on despair, on the outsiders who oppressed us, but they all fell short in the face of cruel reality—

[Goodluck arrives at the Scar Market. ]

Goodluck : ...Came to see the contracts.

Scareye : I've never seen a more motivated mercenary than you. Are you trying to buy a mansion in Columbia or something?
One should feel lucky just to be alive for so long. In that sense, I suppose your name is well-deserved.

Goodluck : I heard a bunch of jobs came in lately. Anything good?

Scareye : There are eyes on and in the city now. Things didn't turn out too well for the last few who took these jobs.
It's Babel stuff. Are you sure you want to be part of that mess?

Goodluck : Yeah. I trust my luck.

Scareye : Have it your way. There's a teacher in town who's been saying good things about Babel's outsiders. Someone is willing to pay to shut him up for good.

Goodluck : ...Will do.

<Background fades out>

Scareye : I look forward to your surprises.
Hope your luck doesn't run out today.

「The nomadic city of Kazdel, Kazdel
It has been a while since Goodluck came back.
The city has changed a lot. People come and go. He is familiar with the words "Babel" and "Military Commission"; there are always people fighting over things that he does not understand.
He does not understand why the Sarkaz feel the need to fight one another.
He takes out the photo of the target, a mild-mannered young man. The triangular marking on his sleeve seems familiar.
A teacher spreading praise about Babel's outsiders, inciting opposition against the Military Commission.
"Sorry, your luck just ran out today." 」

[Goodluck arrives at the target's location. ]

Goodluck : Should be around here.
Wait... this place...

「He's been away for a long time, but not long enough to forget his home.
Odda's home. 」

Goodluck : Odda, you should not have gotten involved...

<Background 2>

We've gotten used to despair from one defeat after another at the hands of powers beyond our ability to resist.
But we needed to convince ourselves that our despair was not self-inflicted, that it stemmed from an obvious source in our lives.
That is what Babel has become for people in this day and age.
It was Babel who brought the enemies. It was Babel's medicine that worsened our Oripathy. It was Babel's education that sapped our will to resist...
It was Babel who deluded the King of Sarkaz and tricked us into giving up on collecting the blood debt from the outsiders. Babel is the source of all our despair.
I see some of you nodding. No doubt you've heard the same from your parents. In desperate times, people often mistake hearsay for the truth.
But is it the truth, though? Were our lives better without outsiders in Kazdel?
Don't take anything at face value. See, think, and find your own answer.
Yes, it's hard to leave Kazdel. The land outside is full of danger. Even making it to the border of the next country is no small feat.
But I'll still leave this place. I'll go to Leithanien, Columbia, Kazimierz, to anywhere that I may find a way to change things.
Then, I'll come back and teach you, and all the children of the Sarkaz.
What will happen to Babel, you ask? The future of Babel—

[Someone knocks at the door. ]

Odda : —!
Hide yourselves. Don't make a sound.

[Odda opens the door. ]

Odda : Hello? Are you looking for someone?

Ascalon : Sorry, I got the wrong door.

Odda : Do you need help? I'm familiar with the area.

「He smiles. There is no panic in his eyes.
Ascalon scans the sparsely furnished room, and understands. 」

<Background fades out and in>

[A child with cloaking Arts watches Ascalon from the corner of the room. ]

Pensive Child : ...

<Background fades out and in>

Ascalon : Do you live here on your own?

Odda : Yes...

Ascalon : My name is Ascalon. I'm from Babel.

Odda : ...!

Ascalon : Thank you for sheltering him, but you must leave.
Be careful. These are troubled times.

[Ascalon leaves. ]

Odda : ...
You heard her. Someone knows you're here. You need to go.
Not just the Military Commission, but also those mercenaries who've been bringing trouble to our doorstep...

"Teacher" : I know. I'm very grateful to you for lending us your house to serve as classroom.
The children—

Odda : I'll take them home. Don't worry, you can continue your classes in a few days, once the storm has passed.

"Teacher" : There will be no need. As I've said before, I'm ready to leave.
I've already spent too much time here because I wanted to see the lessons through to the end. There are many places that I still need to see.

Odda : ...Alright. Oh! Don't forget the potatoes.
They're from the children and me. It's not much, but they will serve as a few meals on the road.

"Teacher" : Thank you so much... all of you.

Odda : I should be the one thanking you. I learned a lot from you.

"Teacher" : For the past few years, Kazdel has grown faster than its education and public thinking can keep up.
I fear that our powers will be our own destruction, if we do not change the present situation.
The conflicts we see in Kazdel now are a good example. This is not how the Sarkaz should be.
I have yet to find a way to change all these, but I know that the answer does not lie within Kazdel.
Goodbye, Odda.

Odda : Goodbye... may your journey be safe and smooth.
...

「Odda watches as the "Teacher" disappears around the corner, but does not go in.
He does not remember when it started, but he has the habit of sitting by the door, waiting for a familiar someone to return.
Wind stirs the dust from the streets, and the dust stirs up his tears. There is not even a shadow.
He gently closes the door. 」

<Background 3>

Goodluck : Odda...

「Goodluck sees the target leave the house. Then, he sees a familiar figure that he has not seen for a long time.
His blade feels heavy. He cannot move. 」

Goodluck : Odda... I'm sorry... I didn't know...
I'm a lousy dad, but...

「He tightens his grip on the knife's hilt.
He knows only one way to give Odda a better future. 」

[Before he can act, Goodluck's throat is suddenly slit and he slumps onto the ground. ]

Ascalon : ...Another one.

「A mist shrouds a corpse in the corner of the street, erasing all traces of its existence.
The passing of a life in Kazdel is akin to a speck of dust falling to the ground, unheard, unceremonious, and unnoticed.
His luck has run out. 」

<Background fades out and in>

Ascalon : How long do you plan on hiding there, Manfred? Or are you planning to stab me in the back now?

Manfred : Another mercenary. How many have you killed?

Ascalon : Didn't see the point to keep count.

Manfred : You could kill one, two, a hundred even, but can you kill every single mercenary who accepts the contract?
They just want to remind us that we've been complacent with the status quo for far too long.

Ascalon : Using the lives of Babel members as a reminder? To remind whom?

Manfred : ...

Ascalon : He made a promise to Her Highness. Is this what he calls "protection" for Babel? All I see are crackdowns on Babel and mercenaries running wild!

Manfred : There are some things that should not be said aloud. Especially not by you, Ascalon.

Ascalon : If you don't like it, arrest me.
Let's see if you've improved at all under his tutelage.

[The two clash blades. ]

Manfred : The General has taught me that there are more important things than violence.
And by the looks of things, the mercenaries aren't the only ruthless cutthroats around here.

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 4>

[Young Ascalon and Manfred are fighting on the streets. ]

Manfred : Stop dodging if you dare! I'll prove to Their Highnesses that I can beat you!

Ascalon : Too slow, Manfred.

Manfred : Wai—
Argh!

[Manfred is knocked down. ]

Ascalon : You're dead. Again.

Manfred : Ugh...

Ascalon : Get up.

[Manfred stands up unsteadily. ]

Manfred : Don't... need you... to tell... me...

<Background fades out and in>

Theresa : Footwork, Manfred. And Ascalon... stop going for his head all the time?

Ascalon : This is the most effective way. It's his own fault for getting hit.
If he can't dodge it, he has to learn to take it.

Theresa : *sigh*...

Theresis : You're right, Ascalon. But why did you stop? We didn't tell you to.

Manfred : I... I can take it, Your Highness. It's not over yet!

Ascalon : Hmph.

[Manfred swings his fist. ]

Manfred : Huh? I hit... Your Highness! I hit—

Ascalon : Did you, now?

[Ascalon grabs Manfred. ]

Manfred : Let me down, Ascalon!

Theresa : Don't hurt him, Ascalon.

「Manfred's long limbs flail helplessly in the air, while his torso is tied to a wooden stake. 」

Manfred : H-How did you do it so fast?!

Ascalon : Got my inspiration from the way Her Highness sews.

「Manfred wriggles to break free, but the more he squirms, the tighter the ropes hug him.
He cannot understand how Ascalon can be so strong and fast, when she looks as thin and frail as him. 」

Manfred : Let—me—down!

Ascalon : Look, I won again!

「Ascalon raises her weapon high and grins victoriously at the twin sovereigns. 」

Theresa : Ascalon has gotten a lot more cheerful.

Theresis : ...

Theresa : What are you thinking?

Theresis : They're different from the other Sarkaz children.
We can change them, but how can we reach all the children of Kazdel?

Theresa : Give me time. Babel can do it.

Theresis : Time is a luxury.

Theresa : I know. But education is not something that can be rushed. What we're doing is leaving hope for the next generation.
The flame of hope will never go out, as long as a single teacher in Kazdel remains willing to share with these children the vision of a beautiful future.

<Background zooms in>

「Theresa casts her eyes towards the two children, full of hope for the future. 」

Ascalon : Well? Are you going to admit defeat or not?

Manfred : No! L-Let me down! We're not done!

Ascalon : I'll let you down when you admit defeat.

Manfred : No way!

Theresa : I'll unbind you, Manfred.

Manfred : Thank you, Your Highness... W-woah, why am I flying?! Y-Your Highness!

Theresa : Hehe.

Theresis : ...Hehe.
Alright, that will do, Theresa. Let him down.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 3>

[In the present, Ascalon and Manfred continue fighting. ]

Ascalon : You've improved. But Theresis hasn't taught you everything he knows.

Manfred : You were always the faster learner, but ever since you left the general, you've been nothing but unadjusted and lost. He is disappointed in your departure, by the way.

Ascalon : I may not be as good with words as you are, but at least I don't just ignore the insults against Her Highness Theresa.

Manfred : Do you really know why Her Highness is so dedicated to Babel's ideals? Do you really know why the General hasn't openly denounced the attacks on Babel?
You should have talked to him, rather than turning your back on him.

Ascalon : I turned my back? You're the ones who turned your backs on Her Highness and the voices of so many.
It's Theresis who has turned a blind eye to the mercenaries' acts of violence and the damage they've caused Babel! This much I know.

Manfred : The General has allowed it precisely because he can't ignore the voices of the majority.
If the fate of the Sarkaz is doomed to fall into the abyss, what's wrong with using more effective means to prevent it?

Ascalon : So that's what you truly think.

Manfred : It's what most of us in Kazdel think.
It's not that I don't trust Her Highness... anyone can promise a better future. But we can't ignore the reality before it.
Isn't it crueler to use violence to force a child to shake hands and make peace with the murderer who just killed his father?

Ascalon : Say whatever you want.
I'll keep my hands off the Military Commission. But if you try to act through the mercenaries...
Then my job is simple.
No more mercenaries, no more problems.

Manfred : Ascalon!

Ascalon : ...If you have the time.
Go visit Her Highness. I've never seen her so tired.

「A puff of mist is the only sign that she was ever there.
Manfred looks down and wipes away the blood slowly seeping out of his chest.
He sighs and turns into the empty street, only to spot the deceased mercenary's effects. 」

Manfred : Someday... we will all understand.
It was never Her Highness or the General who made the choice.

<Background 2>

[Someone else knocks at Odda's door. ]

Odda : Who's there?

「He hesitates before the door.
It has been a busy day at this old, ramshackle house, from the "Teacher" to the multiple visitors.
Who could it be outside the door?
Has father finally returned? And if so, what should he say?
He has learned so much from the "Teacher" that he wants to share with his father, whose visits back home have become less and less frequent.
He takes a deep breath, collects his mind, puts on a calm face, and opens the door. 」

Odda : Hello...?

Manfred : Good evening.

Odda : You're... er, can I help you, sir?

Manfred : You know who I am?

Odda : ...
No sir, but I know the uniform of the Military Commission.

Manfred : Just a routine inspection. Do you recognize these items?

Odda : This is... my father's—!

Manfred : There have been some disturbances in the city, and I'm afraid your father... I'm so sorry.

Odda : Wh-Where did you find them? Was there...?

Manfred : There was nothing else left at the scene. I'm sorry.

Odda : ...

Manfred : What's your name?

Odda : ...Odda.

Manfred : If you need any help...

Odda : No... no, I'm very grateful that you brought these back.
It's been a long time since I last saw him... this is enough.
I don't have to wait anymore... He's not coming back...

Manfred : Do you have family? Or friends you can count on?

Odda : I can take care of myself. Besides, we see things like this every day in this city, no?

Manfred : ...

Odda : I-I'm sorry I gushed, sir. I just feel like I know you, somehow...
I'm sure you're busy. I won't keep you any longer.

Manfred : My condolences.

<Background 3>

「The door closes. Manfred can hear the sound of sobbing coming from behind the door, but he doesn't feel sorrow. Not anymore.
Odda's right; he's seen this too many times. Yet he remembers this is not what the city was meant to be. 」

After operation

Summary

The ideological conflict between the Sarkaz of Kazdel finally escalates beyond control. Theresa leaves Kazdel with her supporters.

<Background 4>

「The nomadic city of Kazdel, Kazdel 」

Odda : Let me through!

Sarkaz Royal Court Soldier : This area is off-limits.

Odda : What happened?

Sarkaz Royal Court Soldier : Are you with Babel?

Odda : N-No.

Sarkaz Royal Court Soldier : Then it's none of your business.

「The wall of Royal Court soldiers prevents Odda from passing.
But he sees several familiar, crying faces in the scattering crowd. 」

Odda : Those students? Hm... I think I can take this alley here...

[Odda goes through the alley. ]

<Background fades out and in>

[An angry mob has gathered in the streets. ]

Odda : Excuse me, do you know what happened?

Indifferent Civilian : Someone beat another guy to death. He's dead, too. Are you trying to join the racket?

Angry Civilian : Babel again. What is Her Highness thinking?

Indifferent Civilian : Shut your trap. You owe everything you eat, everything you wear, and the roof over your head to Her Highness.

Cautious Civilian : Shh...

Odda : ...

Angry Civilian : Well, it's simple enough alright! A teacher beat the father of his student to death!

Odda : A Teacher? How could...?

Angry Civilian : All the man did was scold him a little! And it was the teacher who was telling the kids all sorts of awful things!

Odda : That's not true...

Scornful Civilian : You're a Babel shill too? Kids these days...

Odda : ...

Scornful Civilian : Hey, what are you doing?

「Odda squeezes through the crowd and sees some familiar faces lying on the ground.
He finally finds the source of the commotion, the "Teacher" lying in a cloud of dust. 」

<Background fades out and in>

Odda : Teacher! What's going on?

"Teacher" : I... I didn't mean to hurt... his father...

Odda : Hang in there! I'll find a doctor!

"Teacher" : No... over there... him...

「Odda looks in the direction that the dying man is pointing, and sees an injured child crying by the lifeless body of his father. 」

Odda : ...

<Background fades out>

「Odda runs through the burning streets, carrying the injured child in his arms, and pieces together the whole picture from what he sees and hears.
It began when an agitated teacher accidentally killed an agitated father, before he was set upon by the angry crowd and fell in the dust of the streets.
The turmoil dragged everyone in: Civilians, Babel, mercenaries, even the Military Commission.
Like a chain reaction, clouds of dust were stirred up in various corners of the city.
It wasn't until artillery from an unknown source blasted through a wall of Babel's office building that the Royal Court troops finally quelled the riot.
It began with an accident and ended with a shell that caused more damage to Babel than anything in the past eighteen years, since the end of the war. 」

<Background 4>

[Odda runs into a mercenary in the middle of the chaos. ]

Odda : The kid is hurt and needs a doctor. Don't make me do this the hard way.

Dour Mercenary : Whose side are you on? Babel? The Military Commission?

Odda : Neither! I just need to get him to a doctor. Now get out of my way!

Weakened Child : My dad...

Odda : It's too late for him... I'm sorry.

Dour Mercenary : ...
Go. But don't trust outsiders so easily... Sarkaz. Not in this chaos.

Odda : Thank you...

「Odda can feel the child's breathing grow weaker as he continues on his way.
Running through the streets, he seems to feel someone brush past his shoulder, but sees no one. 」

<Background fades out and in>

[An invisible young Logos quickly runs off. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Odda : Was I imagining things?

<Background fades out and in>

Babel Member : Stop right there! Not one step closer. There are patients inside.

Odda : This kid needs medical attention, now!

Babel Member : But... oh... I didn't think there was anyone still willing to bring patients here.
Alright, I'll take it from here. I'll try to give you some extra medicine before we leave.

Odda : Leave?

Babel Member : Her Highness made the decision, but we all know what's happening. We're not welcome in Kazdel anymore.

Odda : Where are you going? Outside the city? Aren't you afraid of the dangers in the wastes?

Babel Member : ...Yes, I am.
But if this city no longer welcomes us, then we respect its choice.

Odda : ...
I want to join Babel. I can help care for the patients, or protect you.

<Background fades out and in>

Indifferent Royal Court Soldier : Is this the one who started the whole mess? Will he live?

Tired Royal Court Soldier : Don't think so. Lost too much blood.

Indifferent Royal Court Soldier : Then what are we even doing here?

Tired Royal Court Soldier : Just follow the General's orders and don't ask questions. Who'd have thought something so minor would need Their Highnesses' statement?

"Teacher" : Ugh...

Tired Royal Court Soldier : Is he trying to talk to us? There's nobody else around.

Indifferent Royal Court Soldier : Probably just seeing things before he dies. No Banshee would sing an elegy for such a sinner.

"Teacher" : It's... dangerous...
Go...

Young Banshee : They can't see me. My Arts hide my presence.

"Teacher" : Who... are... you...?

Young Banshee : A student.
I came from far away, following in the footsteps of my mother, to find answers in this wandering city, and her two rulers.

"Teacher" : Did you... find...?

Young Banshee : I'm afraid the city doesn't have the answers ready yet.
But I found you. The ideas that you advocated were very interesting.
I was with you when you taught those children in that basement, learning about the city and Babel.
Of course, no one noticed... except Ascalon.

"Teacher" : The... boy...

Young Banshee : Has been brought to Babel where his injuries will be treated.
Do you regret your end?

"Teacher" : No... the boy defended me...
He understood... what I tried to change...
I'm sorry... about his father...

Young Banshee : I sympathize. It was not your intention to cause this tragedy, but fate has played a cruel joke on you.

"Teacher" : I hear... crying...

Young Banshee : It is your elegy, calling your fading soul to the other side.
Fear not, hesitate not. The myriad souls welcome you with open arms. Let my song take you beyond.

"Teacher" : Thank you...

「The young Banshee's song soothes the mind of the dying man.
The gentle song echoes through the crowded streets of the city. Banshees respond to the song of their young kin, adding their voices to the harmony.
It is an elegy that commemorates the passing of an ordinary Sarkaz. 」

「"You were talking about the future of Babel in the lesson, but you didn't get to the end. What were you going to say?" 」

「"I believe... that Babel will die someday. I hope I'm wrong." 」

<Background 5>

Theresa : A song. Another Sarkaz has passed on in the turmoil.
There is no longer any place for Babel here. I will lead them and leave this city.

Laqeramaline : Theresa... we love you, all of us...

Theresa : I know. But Babel has no choice.

Laqeramaline : But if you leave...

Theresa : My people have made their choice. Neither I nor Theresis can change it.
We cannot abandon hope. But the best course of action, right now, is to avoid conflict.

Laqeramaline : ...Hatred will swallow us like a flood.
You've always known... Theresa, our hero, our King.
Gentle requests and gradual changes will not sway the minds of the Sarkaz drawn here by Kazdel's rise.

Theresa : Laqeramaline, I...

Laqeramaline : Perhaps what I say will disappoint, even hurt you, Theresa.
Rim Billiton, Sargon, even Columbia... you have opened their doors, and allowed the Sarkaz to negotiate with some as equals.
Terra has seen more technological progress in fifty years than it has for millennia.

Theresa : ...

Laqeramaline : ...But we were too slow. Despite the incredible changes you've brought to Kazdel, they haven't been enough to bear the fruits of true transformation.
Even if I, too, believe that the fruits of spring are near.

Theresa : Is this the stance of the Banshee Court, Laqeramaline?

Laqeramaline : I'm just a mother who came to see her boy off, Theresa.
I respect his choice, and there will come a day when he will speak for our Royal Court.
But that day is not today.

Theresa : I know you love him... you haven't allowed yourself to age since he was born.

Laqeramaline : Aefanyl was a miracle to me, and to all Banshees.
The day he was born, I became loath to age with time.
I have preserved my appearance at the peak of my beauty... I wish to remain eternal in his memory.
My life is finite, of course. It's only the facade that never changes.
I know what Your Highness is thinking.
You never expected your dream to come true in this generation. You see yourself as the soil, and it's not the soil's due to witness the flowers bloom.
Even if the two of you have to give everything to nourish this soil...

Theresa : ...

Laqeramaline : Humor my little self-indulgence, Your Highness.
Until he finds the answer he is seeking, allow him to travel between the two of you, to learn from both of you.
He will be the first sprout to emerge from the soil.
Bring Aefanyl. Take care of him. Protect him in my place.

Theresa : I will, Laqeramaline, my friend.

Laqeramaline : Thank you.
No matter where you go, no matter what fate awaits either of you, the Banshee Court will sing both your elegies, and announce to all...
This is my promise. It is the most ancient and powerful of witchcrafts, my final parting gift to you.

Theresa : Laqeramaline.
Will we meet again?

Laqeramaline : I hope so.

Theresa : Until next time, then. I look forward to the day that I can hear you sing in the mists of the Convallis.

Laqeramaline : Farewell, Your Highness. I'm afraid I must stay here and go no further.
Aefanyl will be part of your procession, after all... and I'm not ready to say goodbye to him yet.

<Background 6>

「Two days later 」

Theresis : How long do you plan on standing there?
You came a little too early, if it's Theresa you're looking for.

Ascalon : ...

Theresis : I didn't think you would have the courage to come to me, Ascalon.

Ascalon : Why?

Theresis : Do you mean why wouldn't you have the courage to see me, or why I banished Babel?

Ascalon : ...

Theresis : You've seen Manfred?

Ascalon : Yes.

Theresis : Did you do it?

Ascalon : Not all the way.

Theresis : Good.
Now, remove yourself before you say something childish and naive. Not even Theresa would agree with you.
Or you could choose to stay. You don't have to explain yourself. Afterall, you never formally joined Babel.

Ascalon : Her Highness needs someone to protect her.

Theresis : She is more powerful than you think.

Ascalon : And I agree with you even less, Master.

Theresis : I suppose I should take that as a no.

Ascalon : ...

Theresis : You and Manfred are my best students, yet both of you have your fatal flaws.
Your talents in combat are peerless. But what do you truly believe in?

Ascalon : Your Highness—

Theresis : Impatience.
I said, what you truly believe in. Not me nor Theresa.

Ascalon : ...

Theresis : You still don't know what you seek, do you?
To protect? That's just empty, self-deceptive sentimentality. When you're unsure of your path, you merely project your motivations onto vague ideals.

Ascalon : I-I've thought about it carefully.

Theresis : Perhaps.
Then follow Theresa and protect her, but don't blindly adopt her ways. Think for yourself. Manfred found his answer long before you did.
The next time we see each other...
...Nevermind.
Go, Ascalon.
There is nothing else for us to talk about now.

「Ascalon falls to one knee, then turns to a mist that closes around Theresis.
The mist trembles and disperses, leaving behind only a stone knife in Theresis's hand.
He recalls the day that he snatched the blade from the child in the Catastrophe. 」

[Theresa approaches him. ]

Theresa : You were too cold to her, Theresis.
It's a time of parting. You could have shared your mind with her. She has never been adept at expressing emotion.

Theresis : As her teacher, you're better than me at reaching the teenager side of her.

Theresa : Do you really have no faith in her choice?

Theresis : She is welcome back at any time. Manfred remains too complacent in his training. He needs someone to challenge him, a goal to work towards.

Theresa : I'll tell her.

Theresis : I wish you would come back, too.

Theresa : I know.

Theresis : If we cannot resolve a minor conflict like this, the next one could escalate into a full-fledged civil war.
If it comes to that, all we have dreamed of for a century will be for naught.
If that day comes and if I have to... I'll kill you.

Theresa : ...
Babel is ready. We will leave with those who are willing to follow.

Theresis : You've always kept them close.

Theresa : Yes. Because they need me.

Theresis : I need you, too. Kazdel needs its King.

Theresa : ...Theresis.
Our people have made their choice. The best course of action, for now at least, is for Babel to back down.
I will continue to call the nourishing rain upon Kazdel, change the city's circumstances, and wait for hatred to subside.
But...
If you become the greatest threat to the searching dreamers in this long and painstaking process, I will destroy you.

Theresis : So be it.

「Mercenaries and Royal Court soldiers line the streets, holding back the restless crowd. 」

It was the King of Sarkaz who brought food and shelter.
It was also the King of Sarkaz who allowed oppression and hatred to fester.

「The Babel procession stretches as far as the eye can see, past the barricades formed by lines of Royal Court soldiers, past the disdainful crowd.
Theresis walks toward the crowd and stands with them.
He has left Theresa's side for the first time in two centuries. 」

<Background 4>

Theresa : We all know what we must face.

Theresis : I hope this will not be the last time we stand together.

Theresa : ...Will that day be far?

Theresis : Not too far.

「Theresa joins the silent procession. Their farewell to the city is soundless. Their path is one of hope.
Then, something occurs, enough to silence the restless onlookers and momentarily halt the procession.
The cursing and crying cease. Every eye turns to a single, poignant scene. 」

「A mercenary steps out of the line to embrace his best friend in the procession.
No one can hear the whispers exchanged between the two friends by the ruins of Babel, but all are willing to wait and give them their moment of farewell.
A farewell between the people and their city, and between two peoples of the same blood.
A young Sarkaz, who has lost everyone he holds dear, walks in the procession without regret.
He remembers walking the same path, leaving the city in search of his parents with his older companion many years ago. 」

Odda : Dad, I believe that there has to be another way than war.
Mom, I know you believed in Babel because you hoped for a different way to live.
Goodbye, Mom, Dad.
Goodbye, home.

<Background fades out>

[A letter is unfolded. ]

「For Theresa's eyes only,
I have heard of what happened in Kazdel and share your sense of loss. The city holds special meaning to us all.
But Babel need not drift on the wastelands, for I have located the ship I previously mentioned in Rim Billiton.
The excavation went smoothly, and the ship's basic functions have been restored after two years of work.
It will carry the hopes of Babel into the future. Please wait for me, Theresa.
P.S.: I did find it on the ship.
A legacy that could bring upheaval to this land.
Given its importance, I feel it is crucial to discuss this matter with you in person.
With hope, Kal'tsit 」

BB-ST-2: Awakening in Exhaustion

Summary

In 1090, after making meticulous preparations, Kal'tsit and Theresa finally awaken the Doctor, who for the first time makes direct contact with the civilizations of Terra.

<Background black>

Priestess : I prepared a gift for you, {nickname}.
What do you hear?

??? : This is...

Priestess : Do you remember? This is the polarization formed when AMa-10 was born. You said you found a rhythm within its waveform. Of course, I added a little personal touch.
I adjusted the direction of the planetary track's array to capture different echoes. The harmony is derived from the lingering neutrinos of extinguishing stars. As for the orchestrator, I used the gravitational folds left behind when the ship sailed through the stargate.
Oh... I knew you'd like it, {nickname}.

??? : The universe's singing... Even at this moment, it's still as touching as ever.
But this violates the norms we set ourselves, Priestess. These facilities should've kept operating on the preset path.

Priestess : The stars are losing their color. This world no longer has norms, doesn't it?
This place will fall silent soon, almost like we've never been here.

??? : ......

Priestess : Come walk with me, before the silence comes.
I hope... we'll get to see this world's future with our own eyes together, {nickname}.

<Background glitches>

「"We will... I will wait for you in that world." 」

<Background 1>

Four Years Ago...
Summer, 1090

「Rhodes Island of Babel, Kazdel 」

Closure : Phew! Finally done retrofitting the electrical wiring. Now we're gonna be able to withstand any impact... I think.
How dare Kal'tsit make me work forty-eight hours nonstop... Once all this is over, I'm gonna tell Her Highness on her!

[Scout replies via his communicator. ]

Scout : Confirmed within the landship's communications range. Signal's clear. The mini bases you hid around are great, Closure.

Closure : Of course! Not even Her Highness has seen anything this handy!

Scout : Is their so-called research finished?

Closure : The energy surge caused by the last couple rounds almost got Rhodes Island to stall. I'm still reinforcing the landship for the next impact.
You know how much I racked my brains to cover up the landship's movement? Like, what if the Military Commission's spies caught wind—

[Ascalon joins the call. ]

Ascalon : Relax. I've already eliminated all our targets nearby. Just focus on your preparations.
Scout, report.

Scout : The infiltration mission is complete. I'm sending the intel back to Babel.

Ascalon : What's the situation inside the city?

Scout : Not much has changed over the past few years. Not many Catastrophes. Very little movement.
Our situation's not very optimistic, actually. If the Military Commission continues to shrink our strategic space—

Ascalon : Let's trust Her Highness and Dr. Kal'tsit.

Scout : You're right... They've spent so much time preparing for today's experiment just to turn the tide.

Closure : Right, Scout, have you gotten your hands on the equipment I was keeping at my place?

Scout : I've already entrusted it to a Messenger to take to Babel.

Closure : Awesome. With the secret weapon Kal'tsit and I knocked out together, we'll definitely crack that weird control system on the ship.

Ascalon : I'll rendezvous with the Messenger and confirm the package's risk level before bringing it to the landship.
We have been investigating the agent behind our missing engineer too. The threat against the landship hasn't been fully eliminated yet.

<Background fades out and in>

Odda : Closure, I brought you even more materials, just as you asked. They're so heavy!

Closure : Thanks, Odda! Hm... Looks like now I can make more safety equipment for Her Highness and Kal'tsit.
And I should install an extra line for backup. Hope there won't be any unexpected surprises this time...

Odda : Do you need any help, Closure?

Closure : Oh. You should hurry and evacuate to a safe zone with everybody else. The next wave of impacts... is probably gonna be in thirty minutes.

[Odda leaves. ]

Closure : Now everything's all ready.
Hm... I'm kinda curious... Just what kind of secret experiments are Kal'tsit and Her Highness running? They even need to mod the energy and defense modules, not to mention those weird tests...

<Background 2>

Kal'tsit : There is no one with a better understanding of Originium.

Theresa : ......

Kal'tsit : If you want to solve the suffering caused by Originium...
There is no better candidate for the job.

Theresa : The news you bring is always so... surprising. Even for the King of Sarkaz...
Are those devices really still working...? Are you confident about the resurrection?
The vast majority of lifeforms on Terra can't resist corrosion that spans such a long stretch of time.

Kal'tsit : ......
The Terra we see today is no doubt a miracle, and so are you, Theresa.
But in the past, the whole solar system revolving around the sun was insignificant in their eyes.

Theresa : You seem a little tense... and also a little anxious and nervous.
Is there anything else that worries you?

Kal'tsit : ...Yes.
But... I can't tell you.

Theresa : It's okay! Sorry, I shouldn't have distracted you. Focus. I can feel it.
......
"Kal'tsit..." You love this name, don't you?

Kal'tsit : ......
I... I've forgotten almost everything else about those days.
But I still remember how, in that distant, distant past, somebody gave me this name—
"Kal'tsit."
That was the last time we ever met.

<Background fades out>

「"Kal'tsit. I do not have much time left.
"Search for traces of life. Search for hope and a future.
"Kal'tsit... Go find your own answer.
"Find yourself." 」

Theresa : Then why hesitate?

Kal'tsit : I know what you mean. It's just...
...I've had a premonition... worry... or perhaps, a conjecture.
At the starting point of this land, at a certain point in time when life had only started budding, something that can never be reversed happened here.
And I don't know what it is.

Theresa : If it's someone that even Dr. Kal'tsit can put her full faith in, then I'm not one bit worried.
Besides, considering how cautious you are, the safety measures that you prepared well ahead of time have never allowed me to worry.

Kal'tsit : I'm sorry to say this, Theresa.
This alone, no matter how many contingency measures I prepare, I still can't confidently say anything is conclusive.
Theresa, I can't guarantee that I will always make the most rational decision.
And this time... I want to believe.

Theresa : Then do what you want to. I'll be here, with you.

「Kal'tsit's hand touches the door that has stood silently still for a cryptically long stretch of time.
A new wave of tremors reaches Rhodes Island.
The door loosens. 」

"Originium will become the beacon, condensed by our civilization...
"If one day, other lifeforms in the universe lose their homeland and seek a way to resolve their plight,
"they will witness...
"...that we once shined,
'we once resisted,
'and this is where we rest.
"We once delivered a gift to those who came after us, before our annihilation—
"—Hope."

[The door creaks open... ]

??? : (Unknown language) This place...
(Unknown language) Is... it... time already?

「Warning: Unknown power activated.
Warning: PRTS access detected...
Warning: PRTS access detect—
PRTS access reset complete. Administrator permissions confirmed.
All communication module channels open. Communications receiver module overclocking procedure completed.
Search: Preserver... No signal.
Search: Caerula Arbor... No signal.
Search: Celestial Fulcrum... No signal.
Search: (Unknown static noise)... No signal.
......
Search complete. No signal detected on any channel.
Would you like to retry— 」

??? : (Unknown language) No... answer...
(Unknown language) Just... me...
(Unknown language) How long... has it been?

「Searching progress logs...
Latest update: Four million, seven hundred fifty-five thousand, nine hundred and fifty-four days ago. 」

??? : ......

「Abnormal vital signs detected. Loading restoration module.
Restoring— 」

??? : (Unknown language) Did I... wake up too early... or... too late?
(Unknown language) What stage... has Originium reached?

「Searching Originium inspection history data... No response.
Originium inspection module is disconnected. 」

??? : ......
(Unknown language) "Terra..."
(Unknown language) Why save... all these... redundant information...
(Unknown language) This... isn't recorded in the database... A new language?
(Unknown language) A new civilization... is born...?
(Unknown language) It's... just... me... What about her...? Priestess? My...

Kal'tsit : (Unknown language) I can answer your question. I saved those data in PRTS in advance.

??? : (Unknown language) You...?

「A hint of unfamiliarity, perplexity, and... vigilance flashed in the eyes of the person stuck in the past.
Kal'tsit senses it from the glare of the person in the sarcophagus.
Likewise, Theresa senses Kal'tsit's nervousness. 」

??? : (Unknown language) Wait...
......
......
(Unknown language) You've changed a fair bit...

Kal'tsit : ......

「The person inside the sarcophagus feels like they have just woken up from a short dream.
The lifeform that bid them farewell prior to sleep is still here by their side. 」

??? : (Unknown language) ...but you've never left.

Kal'tsit : (Unknown language) No... From the moment I left this place until now, when I am standing here before you again—
(Unknown language) I have wandered for thousands of years.
(Unknown language) However, I have never forgotten the question you left me—

「Kal'tsit waits uneasily. She needs to make sure...
She needs to make sure that her hope has not gone through some kind of horrible change. 」

??? : ......
(Unknown language) That... was not... a question. That was... what I looked forward to...
(Unknown language) Then... Have you found the meaning of your life yet?

"Kal'tsit..."

<Background 2>

Kal'tsit : (Unknown language) Discovering the meaning in the continuation of life... It's a path that I will have to keep walking.
(Unknown language) You still remember...

??? : (Unknown language) I still remember... To me, it was like yesterday when we said goodbye to each other, but it also seemed like an eternity...
(Unknown language) But to you...

Kal'tsit : (Unknown language) There was never a moment when I forgot all you have done for me.
(Unknown language) Aside from my life, you granted me one other thing that I found most precious—Freedom, Dr. {nickname}.

??? : (Unknown language) Please... just Doctor will do, Kal'tsit.

Doctor : (Unknown language) Let me... get out first...

Kal'tsit : (Unknown language) You are still very weak. I can help—

Doctor : (Unknown language) No need...
(Unknown language) Kal'tsit, I still... have many questions.
(Unknown language) What has become of Originium...? I couldn't find any records.

Kal'tsit : ......
(Unknown language) It still grows on the continent outside.

Doctor : (Unknown language) So I woke up too early.

Kal'tsit : ......

Doctor : (Unknown language) You've suffered, Kal'tsit.
(Unknown language) I can tell from your eyes. You woke me up because you need my help?

Kal'tsit : (Unknown language) Yes, we need your help.

Doctor : (Unknown language) I see. That "devil"?
(Unknown language) I can see from your friend behind you that not only has Originium found an unexpected way to exist...
(Unknown language) She also possesses... yes, Civilight Eterna.

Kal'tsit : (Unknown language) The course of this civilization is... very complicated.

Doctor : (Unknown language) What's her name...? Does their civilization have anything like that used to refer to individuals?

Kal'tsit : Theresa.

Doctor : The... re... sa...

「The awakened one walks up to Theresa and holds out two arms, showing the palms of those hands. 」

「Theresa extends her hands to lightly hold the hands of the one from the past.
The Doctor feels warmth. 」

Theresa : Yes, Theresa.

「This is the moment two civilizations make contact with one another, yet Theresa can see sadness in the eyes of this Doctor from eras long gone.
And she feels no warmth from the hands she is holding. 」

Doctor : Originium... and you... together.

Theresa : You speak our language?

Doctor : I... learned... from... records. Not... hard.

Theresa : Unbelievable! I was thinking about learning your language. Kal'tsit said—

Doctor : My world... is lost. Languages of the past... should stay in the past.
I... am curious about your kind. You found... and even entered... Civilight Eterna.
I... want to... ask—
Ask you everything about your... civilization.
That's the only way... I can find traces of my world... the world of the past.

Theresa : ...I understand.
Hm, Doctor, Is that how you say it? Please forgive me. Keep holding my hands.
I will show you—

「The Doctor cannot help but be attracted to the eyes of this creature that looks like a devil.
Through her eyes, the one who lost a world sees—
Life. 」

<Background 3>

Theresa : Civilization is born from the instinct of living beings. It's survival of the fittest.
Natural selection. This is how the cycle of life is formed.

Burdenbeast : (Feeble wailing)

「A burdenbeast accidentally fell beneath the ice pushes a small cub up from the water with its head.
The small burdenbeast staggers on the ice and walks toward the hunters who are waiting afar with their bait. 」

Kjerag Hunter : It's coming this way. Get ready.

「The hunter grabs the starving burdenbeast cub before the ice cracks underneath them. 」

Kjerag Hunter : Good. At least we managed to save one.

Theresa : Rebellion. Going against our survival instinct is the catalyst of our civilization's evolution.

<Background 4>

Theresa : And curiosity... curiosity is what we burn our lives away for, the staircase that allow our civilization to proceed forward.

「A pioneer chasing the stars is pushing forward with his fallen ally on his back. 」

Weary Pioneer : *pant*... *pant*... You dipshit... Why can't you keep at it for just one more day?!
The newspapers already said that it was the crashed aircraft of the Wrights, not a shooting star! But you just had to get to the bottom of it!
They were failures who crashed from the sky! What was there to risk your life for?
Those rocks that fell onto the land? What did you want to prove to me?

<Background black>

Theresa : I, too, once saw within the Black Crown the sun getting engulfed, with darkness shrouding the whole continent.
But even in its darkest hour, there were still those who tried to light up the night.

Curious Archosauria : It's still black! The sun really is dead!

Courageous Archosauria : *sigh*... The sun's been dead for too long... We gotta save it! If the sun doesn't live, how are we going to hold our tail thickness contests?

Curious Archosauria : But how?

Courageous Archosauria : We climb the tallest mountain, and raise a torch up high to light it back up.

Curious Archosauria : What if our arms get tired?

Courageous Archosauria : Hm... then we'll build a statue of me, and my statue will hold the torch up instead.

Curious Archosauria : Good idea! We can build my statue next to yours to hold up another torch, too! Then, if your torch goes out, my torch can light yours!

<Background 5>

Theresa : With fire comes light, and it is light that guides us toward hope.
And my kin see death as a different interpretation of hope.
After your body's destruction, to become one with the city within the Soul Furnace's flames is an honor bestowed only on those who are most respected.
They will grow as Originium crystals and become one with Kazdel.
The newborn will grow among the fluttering dust, and continue their march forward with hardships in tow amid the chorus of the myriad souls.

Doctor : Progress mixed with ignorance... The cycle continues and repeats over and over.
So... beautiful.
So... nostalgic.
Your kind... Terra seems to have gotten back on the right track... and achieving enlightenment.

Theresa : How is "ignorance" defined, and how do we prove the progress of "enlightenment?"
The way I see it, all of this is part of our civilization.

Doctor : But the things you showed me... Most of them are... extremely different compared to your race.

Theresa : Conquerors and the conquered, both have been branded with inerasable marks by this land throughout the evolution of civilization...
For the sake of survival, I believe that all discrepancies will be unified, and all clans will become one.
In the future that I envision, all the many lands will become one.

Doctor : That's a stirring belief... It's admirable.
I can feel that... you truly love this great land.
Be it discrimination, war, or disaster... The object of your love has long surpassed an individual or a clan.
But if you... surpass the extremes of the civilization you belong to... no one will be able to comprehend your love.
On the contrary... they will loathe you.

Theresa : ......

Doctor : Do you understand what you will have to go through... to reach the future you strive for?

Theresa : If there is no choice but to walk that path, I will gladly do so.

Doctor : Theresa. A Terran.
No wonder Kal'tsit trusts you. She willingly took the risk to wake me in order to help you.
Right. When every era comes to an end, there are always those who try their hardest to change the tide in the final moments.
But most of the time, their stories don't end well.

Theresa : ......

Doctor : Nevertheless, there is no doubt that you have my admiration.
After all, on a certain level, you are very similar to some people that I knew.
I will never get to see them again...
......
...Perhaps I'll need some more time to get my thoughts in order.
But no matter. I think I should... listen to what you two have to say first.
What do you need me to do?

<Background 2>

Kal'tsit : Doctor, you need rest.

Doctor : I'm fine.
Kal'tsit. She's given me lots of surprises, but on top of that, she's given me even more challenges.
Sorry... I mean "confusion".
I still don't have a very good grasp of the Sarkaz language.
I saw a lot of unexpected things in her. Surely you did too.

Kal'tsit : I made enemies with her, came to know her, began to understand her wish, and finally admired her responsibility...
That Black Crown shared with Theresa the long history and experience it bears, and she too slowly gained foresight that no other can attain.
I felt... perhaps this would be our best chance. With her, with Babel, and with Terra.

Doctor : "With Terra."
You, too, are part of 'this great land' now, Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : I hope you will take this journey with us, too.

Doctor : Right...
I envy you, and I trust you, Kal'tsit.
But I am just a researcher. Perhaps the help I can offer won't be as significant as you hoped.

Theresa : Oripathy, Catastrophe... Disasters that we have no methods to resist have been bringing many hardships to these lands... yet Terra's technology is almost entirely built atop the foundation that is Originium.
Fighting over energy, the discrimination against the Infected, and the estrangement between war and races are all further tearing these lands apart...
We tried, but our efforts yielded very little... That's because we know practically nothing about Originium. We know nothing about this great land.
What happened to the sky and the ocean? Where did the ancient ruins come from? How exactly... were we born?
We hope you'll be able to find answers for us.

Doctor : Surely, Kal'tsit must already have shared some of those with you.
As for Originium, I'm sorry to say that the person I am now can't give you a good answer. At the very least, not an answer to everything.
When I woke up, I tried to access the logs tracking Originium's progress, but strangely, there was nothing.
And this glimpse of Terra that you showed me has made me even more confused.
The development of Originium... has taken a completely different turn from what I expected. I need some time.
I need to explore and see this great land for myself, to understand how exactly Originium has influenced culture, life, and environment.
This could take years, perhaps longer... And maybe, after an enormous amount of energy is expended, you will receive only a most disappointing answer.
I once made a promise to somebody. Thinking about it now, perhaps all I ever left myself or her... was regret.
That's why I won't make a promise lightly, Kal'tsit. Forgive me...

Kal'tsit : In that case, we will wait.
No matter what your answer will be, Babel will last until the day of your return, Doctor.

Doctor : ...Thank you.
Well... sorry... but I'm a little hungry.
PRTS showed me that the landship has a temporary cafeteria...

Theresa : That it does, but it might be a little messy there. How about I take you—

Doctor : Thank you, Theresa, but no.
This place has a special meaning to me, too. Let me walk there, slowly, by myself...

Theresa : Okay... Be careful, Doctor.

[The Doctor leaves the room. ]

Theresa : ......

Kal'tsit : The awakening has given the Doctor a lot of pressure, but it would seem this one is quick to adapt, and much quicker than I expected.
The Doctor wants to learn all there is to learn about Terra.

Theresa : A quick learner too, it seems.
If the children were like the Doctor, perhaps they would have the chance to master even more languages and travel to so many places across Terra.

Kal'tsit : Theresa, you should go back and look for the others. There should be plenty of Babel affairs that need the Chairman herself to...

Theresa : ......

Kal'tsit : Theresa?

Theresa : Kal'tsit... there's something bothering me. Maybe I'm overthinking it, but I want to tell you.
The Doctor seems to be very surprised by the look of Terra as it is today.

Kal'tsit : ......

Theresa : You once told me that nobody has a better understanding of Originium than the Doctor. The same Doctor who said that the development of Originium... took a completely different turn from the expected.
Then what should Originium have been like? What should these lands have been like?
...What should the Sarkaz have been like?

<Background 1>

Theresa : Is the Doctor ready to depart?

Ascalon : Right. The Doctor applied for a transport, some defensive weapons, and nothing else.
The Doctor stated an intent to avoid combat zones.

Theresa : Alright. We'll just abide the Doctor's wishes.

Ascalon : Your Highness, I would like to follow this Doctor of ours. Considering the background involved... I am worried.

Theresa : Ascalon... have you ever left Kazdel?

Ascalon : Left? If we count how I once chased a quarry and left the area when I was small, then I most certainly have.

Theresa : That doesn't count.
Go, follow and protect the Doctor, but do not interfere.

Ascalon : I will keep a close eye—

Theresa : No, Ascalon, calm down. I don't want you to keep an eye on anyone.
I want you to go out there and see how the people in other lands live. This is a great opportunity.

Ascalon : How they live?

Theresa : Outside our homeland, neither war nor suffering is part of people's daily lives. Food, fashion, arts, culture... We could have so much.

Ascalon : ......

Theresa : Many of us know this fact, but even more of us choose to ignore this fact, because most of the time we don't have the freedom to choose.

Ascalon : ......

Theresa : Don't give me that look, Ascalon. Listen to me.
At first, you followed me because you opposed Theresis's measures, but what about after this division is over?
What will you do then? What will be the next stop for the countless Sarkaz who share the same idea as you?
That's why you need to take a break from the war, and see the sights beyond our homeland.
See the life that we should have lived.

Ascalon : If that is your wish.

Theresa : It is!
Have a safe trip.

Operation story: BB-4

Before operation

Summary

The Doctor leaves Babel to learn more about Terra and rescues a child by the name of Amiya.

[The Doctor writes a letter. ]

「Dear Kal'tsit,
Glad to receive your letter. Hope you and everyone in Babel are well.
A couple of months ago, I rescued a girl by the name of Amiya from a convoy that had met with misfortune.
The accident killed her parents and afflicted her with Oripathy.
The locals deal with orphaned Oripathy patients by putting them in a car and driving them into the wastes. I had no choice but to take her with me.
We have become fellow travelers by chance.
You can't imagine my panic and helplessness as I took care of her...
Fortunately, a woman who goes by the name of Savage has joined our little band, which has helped take some of the burden off me. 」

<Background 1>

「A shadow leaps out of the dunes in the moonlight. 」

[A large sandbeast approaches. ]

??? : (Approaches cautiously)
(Threatening roar)

[A small Cautus girl jumps up in surprise.} ]

??? : Hey! Go away!
Don't come any closer!

[The sandbeast draws closer, followed by its cub. ]

Massive Sandbeast : (Rubs claws excitedly)

Young Sandbeast : (Moves head in confusion)

Doctor : You seem to have made them even more excited, Amiya.

Amiya : Don't worry, Doctor, I can deal with this!
Mum and Dad taught me how to chase the sandbeasts away. All you need to do is imitate the sound of their natural enemies.
Chirp, chirp...

Massive Sandbeast : (Pauses in confusion)

Amiya : Wait, that wasn't right. Was it "Chip, chip"?

Young Sandbeast : (Tilts head in confusion)

Amiya : It's still not right. What was it again?
"Aoww"? "Ku, ku"? "Tick, tock"?

Massive Sandbeast : (Swings tail in confusion)

Amiya : That's not right either...

Doctor : It's okay, Amiya. I'll take care of this.

「The Doctor makes a ring with thumb and index finger, and whistles, producing a strange sound. 」

Massive Sandbeast : (Stands up startled)

Young Sandbeast : (Looks around uneasily)

Massive Sandbeast : (Quickly digs a hole)

Young Sandbeast : (Slowly follows)

Amiya : Wow, Doctor! That was just like the real thing!
Let me try!

「Amiya presses her tiny hand against her lips, but used too much force, and only gets a sound out after going all red and puffy in the face.
The pair of whistles echo across the wastes, sending the sandbeasts scurrying underground.
A child's laughter replaces the whistles.
Then the laughter fades away to silence, and a soft little sigh. 」

Doctor : Come here, Amiya.
Why the sullen look? The sandbeast ran off.

Amiya : I could never remember, even after Mum and Dad taught me so many times... and I couldn't protect you, even though I said I would.
Your hand's still wounded... it hasn't fully healed.

Doctor : Don't worry, it doesn't hurt. Anyway, don't you remember?
It was you who taught me how to make that sound.

Amiya : I did?

Doctor : You see? Like I told you, your brain slows down and you start to forget things, if you don't sleep.

Amiya : I... I don't want to sleep.
I'm scared that I'll dream of... those things.

Doctor : But you told me you dream of your parents too.

Amiya : Um...

Doctor : We have some time before our ride gets here. Have a sleep.

Amiya : Hm...
Can I come closer?
When I wake up... the first thing I want to see is you.

Doctor : Of course. Why don't I tell you a few stories while we wait for Savage?

[Amiya sits down next to the Doctor. ]

Doctor : A long time ago, there was a really smart scientist...
Her home was in danger, and she made a difficult choice to protect it and the people around her...

Amiya : *Zzz*...

[A truck stops beside them, and Savage steps out. ]

Savage : Doctor, I found a vehicle! We'll be able to go to the next—

Doctor : (Whisper) Shh, she's sleeping.

[The Doctor writes another letter. ]

「Dear Kal'tsit, I was glad to find signs of life wherever I went.
This should be an unfamiliar world, yet there are times when it feels incredibly familiar. I recall the legends that had fascinated me in the past, never failing to capture my imagination despite their age.
The ancient machines that had rumbled in the mines and dust once again roam this land.
Stories can become reality, and the reality we see can become stories. 」

<Background 2>

Doctor : You can come over, Amiya. No need to keep poking your head out from there.

Amiya : Are you drawing, Doctor? Am I interrupting?

Doctor : Of course not.

[The Doctor shows her the paper. ]

Doctor : Take a look. Is it good?

Amiya : It's the mining truck we just drove together!

Doctor : I've been drawing lots of our experiences.

Amiya : Have you driven a mining truck before? Even the old miners can't go as fast as you did.

Doctor : I've seen many amazing vehicles before. Like Originium slug eggs, but much larger. Once, I drove one of them...
...and went through the bridge between stars.

Amiya : The bridge between stars? It's always dark at night, so it must've been really dark! Was it dangerous?

Doctor : No. Guides stand by the bridge, borrowing glowing clouds from old stars and making round mirrors out of them.
Follow the path the mirrors show, and we can...

Amiya : We can...?

Doctor : See the spires fading in and out of the clouds, and the crown of flowers worn by the stars, on the other side of the bridge.
When we descend on the crown, you'll find that it belongs to good children like you. It's a really, really big playground.

Amiya : A playground? I've read about them in the stories... there are lots of children there.

Doctor : Do you want to play with other children?

Amiya : No. I... I just want to play with you, Doctor.

Doctor : You'll make more friends as you grow up.

Amiya : As I grow up...
What's the most amazing vehicle you've ever driven?

Doctor : The most amazing...? Well... I spent a very long time with it. Very long indeed.

Amiya : Was there anyone else with you?

Doctor : In the beginning, yes. In the end, though, I was alone.
...But it's alright. I was sleeping. I slept for a very long time.

Amiya : Take me with you next time! That way, I can keep you company and you won't have to sleep all day.

Doctor : ...Hehe.

Amiya : Why are you laughing, Doctor?

Doctor : That's a big promise to make. Are you sure?
You'll have your own journey, your vision, your future... are you sure you want to be with me?

Amiya : But they all say that... there's no future for people with rocks on them.
So... I'll always be with you...

Doctor : ......
We'll have a future, Amiya.

<Background fades out and in>

Savage : How's Amiya doing? Still not great?
Hm... still a bit of fever. Maybe Oripathy complications from all the excitement. Hard to find Oripathy meds around these parts.
She acts like it's nothing during the day, but keeps having nightmares. Poor girl...
Every survivor of that accident was infected. No exceptions.

Doctor : How long does it take for Oripathy to progress in a child her age?

Savage : It's different for everyone. Some disintegrate the day after developing acute symptoms. Some suffer for more than a decade of misery.
But the end is always the same.

Doctor : Oripathy... is there anyone in the world who can cure it?

Savage : The world? Oh, you mean Terra, our great land? Man, you sound like one of those old scholars. I didn't know you had a sense of humor.
Wait... you're serious?
I'm afraid not. It's impossible.

Doctor : I need it to be possible.
People couldn't imagine the nomadic cities a few centuries ago, could they?
I'll find a way, before her symptoms deteriorate. It may be hard, but that doesn't mean it's impossible.

Savage : Say it to a Rim Billy, and they'll think you're making fun of them.
You never fail to surprise me, but I just can't help but believe in you.
Is that the charm of being smart?

Doctor : Come on, Charlotte.

Savage : Hehe, I meant you... never mind.

Doctor : What?

Savage : Oh, I meant... hm...
Can't you tell? There's something about you... something that lets everyone know that you're different from us.
Amiya senses it. Children are more sensitive than we know.

Doctor : Is it that obvious?

Savage : She's strong. She doesn't show her sadness in front of you. She wants you to see her joy. She doesn't want to be a burden to you; she's trying to take care of you.
You became the only pillar in her life the day you saved it.
But she knows you were never supposed to cross paths. She's afraid that you'll abandon her too.

Doctor : ......
Don't worry. I won't leave her.

Savage : Now that's the spirit.
I knew you would say that.

[The Doctor writes another letter. ]

「Dear Kal'tsit, I thought I would never be more a passing visitor in this place, one history would never remember.
This intentional isolation made me forget reality: I am here, on Terra, this great land.
I don't know what made me feel it.
But the warmth of life coming from a child's palm stings my heart and makes it burn. 」

<Background 3>

[Ascalon is walking around the Rim Billiton outback. ]

Ascalon : This is...
Jerky and fruit. Left here on purpose.
They know I'm here?
Always inscrutable.

<Background fades out and in>

「Dear Kal'tsit, I'm planning to take Amiya back to Babel.
Savage has done her best to find medicine for Amiya, but my ability to treat Amiya's Oripathy is limited under present conditions.
I know that Amiya isn't special, by any objective standard. I know that Babel faces a crisis no less complicated, but I've decided to bring her back.
I met many people along the way. I've fretted over money at times, benefitted from people's generosity at others. I've seen new things, even some that surprised me for the first time in a long while.
The convoy that we were traveling with broke down. We found a herder to guide us through the wilderness of Rim Billiton on the backs of burdenbeasts, to the rumbling of drills and engines. 」

Burdenbeast : (Licks docilely)

Amiya : Good boy, good boy.

[The burdenbeast moos loudly. ]

Amiya : Are we really not going to Yan, Doctor?

Doctor : We're going somewhere else, to cure your sickness.

Amiya : But... there's no cure for Oripathy...

Doctor : There's no such thing as an impossible puzzle, Amiya.
There's a place called Babel, where people I trust are working hard to fight this disease.
Let's work with them.

Amiya : Will I have to spend a long time there?

Doctor : Some time, at least. But don't worry, there'll be a lot of people with you, caring for you. I'll be there, too.

Amiya : ......
Doctor... do we really have to go?
Lots of sick kids went away to get treated, but no one came back...
Oripathy doesn't hurt at all.
I promise I'll be good, Doctor. Right, Savage?

Savage : Yes... Amiya has always been a good girl.
Are you sure you don't want to rethink this, Doctor?
Billies deal with Originium every day. We know what Oripathy can do.
Stay here in Rim Billiton, and at least we can give her... a home.
Maybe that's more important than the cold walls of a laboratory.

Doctor : ...A home.
You have a point. But I can't just stand by and watch Originium hurt her... I have an obligation.
Amiya, I promise you, I'll do my best to cure you, no matter what happens.

Amiya : Doctor...

Doctor : Savage does have a point, though, and Babel is in a place that's not entirely safe.
You can stay with Savage, if you don't want to leave Rim Billiton.
I'm sorry to force this decision on you at such a young age... but you're a strong girl, and we'll respect your choice.

Savage : The Doctor's right, Amiya. No need to knee-jerk an answer. Think carefully about it.

Amiya : I...
...I trust you, Doctor.
I want to have a future. I want to grow up, read books with you, travel with Savage. I...
It's just that... I'm a little scared...

Savage : Heh.

Doctor : Thank you, Amiya.

「The Doctor pats Amiya's head, then picks her up and climbs onto the burdenbeast.
They've hardly sat down when the ground begins to shake, stirring up clouds of dust. 」

Burdenbeast : (Growls in alarm)

Amiya : What's going on?

Savage : —Underneath our feet!
Must be a deep digger! It's spooking the burdenbeast! Watch out!

Burdenbeast : (Panicked cry)

Amiya : Stay, boy, stay! Whoa!

Doctor : Whoa!

Savage : Hang in there, Doctor!

Amiya : Doctor!

「The burdenbeast rears up on its hind legs, gives a loud cry, then charges forward.
The rest of the pack follows. 」

「They run towards a shallow shoal, splashing water everywhere.
It is all the Doctor can do to grab the fur on the back of the burdenbeast and hang on for dear life.
Amiya's eyes are wide-open in the chaos.
With one hand on the burdenbeast, she stretches out the other towards the Doctor. 」

Amiya : Grab my hand, Doctor!

Burdenbeast : (Angry roar)
(Accelerates)

Doctor : I have to get them to—whoa!

Amiya : Hang on! It's speeding up!

Doctor : I'm—try—ing!

Savage : Hang in there, Doctor! I'm coming!

Doctor : Hur—ry!
I—

<Background shakes and fades to black>

Doctor : Whooooaaaahhhh—!

[The Doctor splashes into the water. ]

[The Doctor writes another letter. ]

「In the end, I was thrown from the back of the burdenbeast into the water.
My hindquarters and back burned with pain, and I gagged on the water rushing into my nose.
But it also made me feel like I was truly living on this land, after spending almost half a year traveling across it.
I heard the sound of my life surging. 」

「Summer, 1091
Kazdel 」

<Background 4>

Savage : ...No more Messenger stations from here on.
Villages become sparse, and bandits become frequent...

Doctor : I'm afraid we have to part ways here, Savage.

Savage : Why?

Doctor : The region ahead is in turmoil. You'll be in danger, if the mercenaries spot you.

Savage : You and Amiya will be in danger too, won't you?
I'll be fine! I've come this far, I'll see your journey through to the end.

Doctor : ......
Charlotte... thank you.

「The Cautus's ears quiver at the mention of her real name. She glances at the Doctor.
A few months is neither long nor short.
True, it comprised only a tiny part of her lifetime, but it was also a span of a few hundred days, filled with countless unforgettable experiences.
Under the setting sun, before the sandbeasts, beneath the eaves. Upon this land.
She had enjoyed the journey, even if she never fully understood her quiet companion, and the many strange and curious ideas that companion had.
The Cautus who goes by the name of Savage sighs. What can she do? She is not as smart as the Doctor. 」

Amiya : Will you come and visit, Savage?

Savage : Of course!
The Doctor said Babel's new base is being worked on by Billy engineers, right? Maybe we'll see each other soon!

Amiya : Then... I'll be waiting for you, Savage.

Savage : Good girl, Amiya. Now, though, I need to figure out how to take you and the Doctor through the wilderness!
You and Amiya stay here and rest for a while, Doctor. I'll see if the transport hub ahead has any good vehicles for hire.

[Savage marches ahead. ]

Doctor : ......

[Ascalon suddenly appears. ]

Ascalon : Doctor.

Amiya : Whoa!

Doctor : Do we have time to say goodbye?

Ascalon : The longer we stay here, the more dangerous it gets.
The Cautus girl seems rather determined. It's better for both of you to part ways here.

Doctor : ...I suppose you're right.

Amiya : We won't wait for Savage?

Doctor : Sometimes, Amiya, we have to do bad things for good reasons.
We don't want Savage to be in danger, do we? But she doesn't want to leave you.
It's rude to leave without saying goodbye, but that way, Savage won't face danger.

Amiya : Um...

Doctor : I promise, we'll get to see her again.

Amiya : Can I leave a note for Savage? She'll be worried if she comes back to find us gone.

Doctor : Good thinking. Go ahead and write one.

Amiya : Okay!

Ascalon : Her Highness wants to meet with you, alone.

Doctor : Are things not going well? How's Kal'tsit?

Ascalon : Now is not the time.
We'll leave once the girl has written her note.

Doctor : Alright. Can we trouble you with the note?

Ascalon : Certainly. I'll leave it where she is sure to see it.

After operation

Summary

The Doctor takes Amiya back to Babel and decides to help her and the other Infected as part of Babel. Theresa shows the Doctor the "hope" that she has created through Originium.

「Autumn, 1091
Rhodes Island of Babel, Kazdel 」

<Background 5>

Kal'tsit : How's progress, Closure?
The last thing I need is another core system control failure.

Closure : Well... Heh, since you had to bring it up, I might have run into a little problem.
Even with the tricks you taught me, the encryption methods used by many of PRTS's programs are almost incomprehensible to a normal brain, and my decoder isn't fully compatible yet.
We may not be able to shut the system down before the Doctor arrives on the ship.

Kal'tsit : Try again.
If you're not confident about getting it done, then we'll go to the contingency plan... cutting off power to the entire ship.

Closure : Leave it to me!
Seems like you're still keeping a lot of secrets, though.
I've never seen anyone make you so nervous.

Kal'tsit : ...That's not important.
What's important is making sure nothing happens to the ship.

Closure : Ascalon's report says the Doctor looks like an ordinary person. A pretty decent one, too, who picked up a stray little Cautus and carried her all across the land.
Do we really have to be so on edge?

Kal'tsit : It's not the Doctor that I fear.

Closure : Then what is it?

Kal'tsit : You don't need to know yet.
Wipe the Doctor's boarding records. This is for the safety of both the Doctor and Babel.
The others don't need to know that the Doctor exists until the Doctor and Theresa have reached a conclusion.

Closure : Alright, alright, I'll work at it.
But I wonder why you seem to care a lot about this Doctor at that same time that you're so on guard over the whole thing.
I've got it! The Doctor must have dirt on you!

Kal'tsit : Don't bother, you won't find it.

Closure : Come on, why so serious?

Kal'tsit : What about the girl?

Closure : Same conclusion, no change.
I cross-checked all relevant Rim Billitonian records and had Scout check with informants inside the Military Commission.
Amiya's background comes through clean.
Her parents were killed when the convoy transporting the laser mining module got attacked. The attack itself was purely coincidental.
No one knew they were transporting Sarkaz-related cargo, and the Military Commission wasn't involved.
She must have gotten Infected in the mess. If not for the Doctor, she'd be spending the rest of her life suffering in Rim Billiton.

Kal'tsit : I'll handle the girl's examination and treatment once she's on board.

Closure : You're still concerned about her?

Kal'tsit : Yes, I am.
She's too young, and she hasn't had proper treatment since contracting Oripathy.

Closure : Oh, that kind of concerned.

Kal'tsit : I don't want the Doctor's kindness to be the reason for delaying her treatment.
Plus, Theresa would call her a gentle child who has the right to choose her future.

??? : Amiya. Amiya.

Amiya : Mm... let me sleep... where are we?
Doctor... Doctor?

??? : The Doctor's here.
Wake up, sleepyhead. You're almost home.

Amiya : Home?

「In her half-awake state, Amiya feels a warm fingertip brush her cheek. 」

Amiya : Haha, that tickles, don't do that, hehe.
Whoa!
Wh-Who are you?

??? : I'm Theresa.

Amiya : Theresa... the Doctor talked about you...

Theresa : Oh? What did the Doctor say?

Amiya : I don't remember... I was having a great carrot cake at the time, though.
Theresa should smell nice... be really warm and sweet...

Theresa : What about now? Is she as you imagined her?

Amiya : Yeah... smells good... warm and sweet... doesn't smell like carrots, though...

Theresa : Not fully awake, I see. Heh.
Will you come home with us, Amiya?

Amiya : Home... yeah... okay...

<Background 6>

「Outside Rhodes Island of Babel, Kazdel
The tiny Cautus sleeps soundly in Theresa's arms, leading against her neck.
She pats Amiya on the back and turns toward the Doctor, who is clearly tired. 」

Doctor : Thank you, Theresa. I didn't expect you to come pick us up personally.

Theresa : Looks like you're not quite all-knowing, Doctor.
You have much to learn when it comes to childcare, at least.

Doctor : Sure enough.

Theresa : You look different from when you left, Doctor. How was the journey?

Doctor : I saw a lot and learned a lot. There are plenty of interesting things on this great land.
I also met Amiya... it was a miracle that I was able to save her.

Theresa : Amiya. She's even cuter than your letters said. Poor girl, but fortunate, in some way.

Doctor : Her condition is getting worse. I needed to bring her in for treatment.
How has Babel been, in the time that I was away?

Theresa : Not quite smooth sailing. We have a lot to deal with, but not everything needs to be handled right away.
You must be tired after your journey. Get some rest.

Doctor : Thank you, Theresa.
Amiya, we're home.

Amiya : Hmm... Doctor? Did I fall asleep?

Theresa : Oh, Amiya. You're awake.

Doctor : Why don't you come down? Theresa will get tired if she has to keep holding you.

「Amiya nods and jumps down from Theresa's arms. 」

Theresa : Will you hold my hand, Amiya?

Amiya : Doctor...?

Doctor : It's alright. Theresa is my friend. You can trust her. You'll be spending a lot of time with her from now on.

Amiya : Okay...
Is this Babel?

Doctor : Yes.

Amiya : It's so big... even bigger than those mining plates. So this is where you used to live.

Doctor : I spent a long time here... a very long time.

Amiya : Is this your home?

Doctor : ......

Theresa : Yes, Amiya, this is the Doctor's home. Right, Doctor?

Doctor : ...Yes.

Theresa : It's your home now, too. Will you let us help the Doctor take care of you?

Amiya : Alright... I'll go wherever the Doctor goes.

「They step onto the elevator, and the Babel logo appears before their eyes.
The heavy door opens to welcome them in.
Sensing Amiya's unease, Theresa puts a hand on her shoulder. 」

Amiya : What's behind the door?

Theresa : People waiting to welcome you and the Doctor.

Doctor : Are you sure about taking me and the girl in, Theresa?

Theresa : Why shouldn't I be? I'm glad to have more people calling Babel their home.
Many here don't know you, though, so I'm sure you'll be busy for the next few days.

Doctor : How should I present myself?

Theresa : Good question. You should talk to Kal'tsit first. She's been waiting for you.

Doctor : ......

Theresa : Tell her your concerns, your questions, and the secrets in your heart.
She would be very sad if you didn't.

Doctor : You could have...

Theresa : If you really want the King of Sarkaz to reveal the thoughts that you're loath to tell, I will. But I can feel you're still wavering.
Let's go, Amiya, Doctor. We'll go to her.

[The large, clunky door slowly opens. ]

<Background 5>

Kal'tsit : Amiya. You're Amiya, aren't you?

Amiya : Yes...

「Kal'tsit crouches down and gives the girl a candy. 」

Kal'tsit : Thank you for protecting the Doctor throughout your journey, Amiya.

Amiya : Thank you... Dr. Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : Will you fetch Theresa? We need to do some checks on you.

Amiya : Will they hurt?

Kal'tsit : A little. But the Doctor's letters called you a brave girl.

Amiya : Will the Doctor be with me?

Kal'tsit : Of course. The Doctor has some things to do first, though.

Amiya : ......

Doctor : It's alright, Amiya. Just wait for me here in the ward, and I'll be back very soon.

Amiya : ...Okay.

[Amiya leaves. ]

Kal'tsit : You'll need to do a full checkup later too, Doctor.

Doctor : Alright.

Kal'tsit : ...Doctor.

Doctor : Yes?

Kal'tsit : Do you plan on leaving again?

Doctor : No, I think I've traveled enough.

Kal'tsit : If you've made up your mind, I'll respect your decision.
If nothing else, you're concerned about Amiya's health... even though she was a complete stranger to you.

Doctor : There is no fundamental difference between these new lives and us.

Kal'tsit : ...I'm glad.
Glad that you chose hope, in the end.
Welcome back, Dr. {nickname}.

<Background 7>

[The Doctor is examining Amiya in the ward. ]

Theresa : How is Amiya?

Doctor : Blood Originium levels are high. Currently available inhibitors are not sufficient to stabilize her condition.
We need to develop new drugs... I need time and resources.

Theresa : Babel's are yours to use, Doctor. We're happy to share our research on Oripathy with you.

Doctor : What can I help you and Kal'tsit with in exchange?

Theresa : This is not a transaction. It's one of the core missions of Babel, to do everything in our power to help everyone suffering from Oripathy.
Since the day that Kal'tsit woke you up, I was convinced that you would help with all of this, just as you helped Amiya.

Doctor : Thank you.

Theresa : Now, perhaps, I have a chance to ask you this question, Doctor.
How do you view this land, Terra?

Doctor : I don't think it's my place to judge.
There's no such thing as superior or inferior civilizations. It took a long and hard journey for Terra to evolve to where it is today.
Add to that the sick joke that Originium has played on life...

Theresa : You said that Originium did not develop the way you expected.

Doctor : It wasn't supposed to bring such suffering.

Amiya : (Mumbles in her dream)

Theresa : I sense that you are keeping secrets, but there's nothing false about the sorrow coming from deep within your heart, the sorrow that I can't understand.

Doctor : I want to fix this mistake, but I'm powerless to do so...
At the end of the day, civilizations largely progress in similar ways. It all comes to an inevitable endpoint, however bright its light shines at its peak.

Theresa : But Kal'tsit said you didn't give up hope, even in your final days.

Doctor : I had many friends, even in those last days, who faced difficulties far greater than you can imagine, with courage and hope that is every bit your equal.
But they failed and faded away, without exception.

Theresa : ......

Doctor : We haven't known each other that long, Theresa. I want to know: Why do you do all this?
What is the end that Babel seeks in compromising with the Military Commission?

Theresa : ......
There's something I want to show you, Doctor.
We had to ask you about Originium, sooner or later. That's why Kal'tsit woke you up.
Please, come and see the results of my... brief time at work.

[The Doctor and Theresa are walking through a desert wasteland. ]

Theresa : We're almost there...

Doctor : This place is barren, even by the standards of a Catastrophe-heavy region. But Closure has spent time and effort to maintain this dangerous little trail...
A forked trail in the midst of Originium formations. You're not keeping any fewer secrets than I am, Theresa.

Theresa : A King of Sarkaz has to have a few secrets, right?
Don't tell anyone what you see here.

「A long trek through the Originium-filled wasteland leads to a small garden.
In the heart of a Catastrophe, amidst the ruins, on a nameless plain that neither night nor the stars can find.
Tiny white specks mark this little sanctuary, isolated from the rest of the world, and the wild lands around it. Even the winds seem softer here.
It is a forgotten greenhouse that harkens back to a time in the distant past, when the land was still pure and untainted.
Like when man stole fire from up above and lit up a corner of the night sky.
Theresa picks up a white flower. 」

Theresa : This place represents the cutting edge of Babel's and my research into Originium.

Doctor : Flowers...?

Theresa : No. Originium.

Doctor : —

Theresa : I'm sure you understand it's not Originium Arts that made these flowers bloom.

Doctor : The information inherent in Originium, the reversal of the Assimilated Universe...
You've already come this far? When did...?

Theresa : No race understands Originium better than the Sarkaz. Still, what we know is merely the tip of the iceberg compared to the entirety of Originium.
Even with Kal'tsit helping us understand the nature of Originium, the furthest we have gone is transforming a palm-sized piece of active Originium into this...
Garden.
Hope.
This little flower is my small contribution. I need your help, Doctor.
I want to see the day when flowers cover the cliffs and valleys of Kazdel, and all the lands beyond.

Doctor : ......

Theresa : It's a future worth taking risks for.
You've seen how Kazdel has been mired in war for its entire history, Doctor.
Right now, at least, I want to use the power of Originium to create a home for Kazdel where people can live in peace, safe from war and invasion.
In the more distant future... if we're able to fully harness it, we'll be able to change the entire face of Terra.
If Catastrophes don't bring rain of Originium, but soft fluffy clouds...
If the Infected no longer suffer the pain of rocks growing out of them...
I don't suppose there's anyone who would have such an absurd dream.

Doctor : You're different from other Sarkaz, Theresa.
Flowers that cover the entire land...
What a picture of life that would be.

<Background 6>

Doctor : ......

Theresa : Doctor?

Doctor : Why... why this flower?

Theresa : Oh... there's no particular reason. I just happened to come across it outside the valley when I was looking for a good place for my experiments.
A pure coincidence.
Kal'tsit said it had a name. "Snow-in-summer".
But it's adapted to changes over the years. Perhaps we could give it a new name.
What do you think, Doctor?

Doctor : ......
I...

<Background fades to black>

A new path is opening up.

<Background glitches and fades to white>

A path to self-destruction.

<Background fades to black>

Kal'tsit : Can you hear me, Theresa?

Theresa : I'm listening. I was giving the Doctor a tour of our...

Kal'tsit : Urgent news from Kazdel.
It concerns Victoria.

Operation story: BB-5

Before operation

Summary

Theresis receives an invitation from a Victorian duke. Babel's conflict with the Military Commission breaks out into full-scale war, bringing an end to two centuries of peace in Kazdel.

Your Highness Theresis, Regent of Kazdel, Commanding General of the Military Commission,
Wandering scholars have brought back tales of a new nomadic city on the rise in the distant desert.
The fires of the ancient furnace continue to burn, and the once-scattered mercenaries have flocked to one banner, to the city walls that grow taller by the day.
Your strength and reputation have caught the attention of the Duke of Cavendish.
You have changed the way we view the Sarkaz tribes. Perhaps now is the time to set prejudices aside, and engage in sincere sharing and cooperation that would be beneficial to us both.
......
I, the Duke of Cavendish, hereby invite you to visit my demesne, where we may sit and parley.
Our venerable empire has use for you and your brave warriors.

「Winter 1091 」

<Background 1>

Doctor : One more time... I have to do this...
No point talking about curing Oripathy, if I can't do something so simple...
Argh—

[The Doctor drops a medical kit. ]

Doctor : Still no good... *pant* *pant*

Field Soldier : Excuse me, why don't you put that medkit down? Leave this stuff to us.

Doctor : A-Alright...

[The Doctor hands the medkit to the soldier. ]

Field Soldier : Some time in the gym would do you good, once you've recovered.

[The soldier walks away. ]

Kal'tsit : At present, there is no way for you to match the physical prowess of a Terran through training.
Your talents are better employed outside of manual labor.

Doctor : I know. It's just that, you know, I have my pride too...

Kal'tsit : You've looked on edge since that day.

Doctor : I'm thinking about... Theresa.
Traveling alone to a city under enemy control isn't the most logical course of action for a leader.
The warriors with her may be outstanding, but they're not enough to protect her in the face of an entire army.

Kal'tsit : The King of Sarkaz enjoys unimaginable status in Sarkaz tradition, and Theresa's own achievements are well-recognized. The Military Commission would not act rashly.
But Victoria's invitation to Kazdel cannot be taken as a sign of goodwill. It means that Terra's powers have once again set their sights on Kazdel.
Theresa needs to go to Kazdel and make it clear that she will not permit Kazdel to become embroiled in another war.

Doctor : Even if I know how the Military Commission and Babel came into being...
In my understanding, the Sarkaz can hardly afford an internal conflict that could drain them of what little resources they have left. They have enough to deal with as it is.

Kal'tsit : They have a complicated history, and that brings different attitudes towards outsiders.
The Sarkaz people have a right to choose the path they believe is correct: Theresis's, or Theresa's.

Doctor : Looks like we've got a lot to deal with besides Oripathy.
There's a big difference between knowing and understanding, I guess. Looks like there's much I still need to learn about the history of Terra.
This time, you'll be the one to guide me, Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : ...Of course.

Doctor : All we can do right now is make sure that the Oripathy patients at Rhodes Island have access to proper treatment—

[An explosion suddenly shakes the Babel landship. ]

Field Soldier : What's going on—

Kal'tsit : An attack? Now?

Doctor : ......

<Background 2>

Grim Royal Court Soldier : Word is Her Highness has set out.
Listen up! We exalt only Her Highness. Destroy Babel, and she will return to the embrace of Kazdel.
If we're branded traitors, so be it. But the Regent must not be hindered at this crucial juncture. Kazdel will take back all that we have lost.
May the Sarkaz be united as Her Highness wills.

「Scar Market, Kazdel 」

<Background 3>

Cold Mercenary : Her Highness is coming...

Excited Mercenary : Her Highness? The one who's still on the run?

Cold Mercenary : His or Her, it's not your place to talk shit.

Excited Mercenary : Hah. Say, did you take that job?

Cold Mercenary : Wouldn't pass up an opportunity like this if it's the last thing I did. Londinium, that den of scum.

Excited Mercenary : They say the columns in the Feline palace are covered in gold, and the nobles walk on floors paved with glowing stones.
*Sarkaz expletive*, capital of a great empire! A commission from a grand duke! There's gonna be so much money!

<Background fades out and in>

[Ascalon lunges toward Scareye, who deflects her blade. ]

Scareye : It's been a while, Ascalon.

Ascalon : ......

Scareye : It's been so long since you last visited. Why not sit down and catch up for a bit?

Ascalon : You're sending mercenaries to Londinium.

Scareye : Now, now, I must object to that accusation.
People just follow the money, and it leads to what the Regent has provided in Londinium.

Ascalon : You're dragging Kazdel into another war.

Scareye : "Dragging Kazdel into another war." Have you been fooling around with those dreamers at Babel for so long that you've forgotten what it means to be a Sarkaz?
Since when have the Sarkaz been apart from war?!

「The giant's hand lunges forward. Ascalon is surprised to find that she cannot avoid his fist. 」

Ascalon : ...Grr.

Scareye : Seeing the future is hard. Seeing through what you will do next, less so.

[The two of them trade blows. ]

Scareye : Did you think you were the child of destiny, so special that you could bridge the rift between the siblings?
Think back to the day when you saw them for the first time...

Scareye : When you skinned that young mangler and followed the trail of blood through the wilderness, until you walked into a storm and met the King of Sarkaz...

Ascalon : How did you...?

Scareye : "How did I know?" Are you surprised, Ascalon?
I saw the prophecy and led the tribe on the wastes into the storm that day with game. You happened to be the one who lived.
No one truly understands prophecy. No one can interfere with the future. But I wanted to catch the tail of fate... I wanted to make prophecy.
Theresis didn't kill you. Instead, he kept you and raised you. Maybe he wanted to tempt fate.
But you never changed, in all these years. You're still that poor, lost child on the wastes.

[Ascalon slashes at him. ]

<Background 3>

Scareye : Have patience, Ascalon.
You're not a threat to me yet. And I have higher hopes for you than this.

Ascalon : Master said—
"Your blade points at all the enemies of the Sarkaz."

Scareye : Theresis raised you to be a deathmonger, yet you understand less about him than a warmonger like me.
Did you think Theresis would be content to be some puppet for those dukes? Spare your breath, if you don't know the full extent of his plan.
I'm curious, how would you stand before Theresis, if he was sitting in the room behind me right now?

Ascalon : ......

Scareye : You're simply repeating the words of others, on behalf of the one behind you.

[Theresa approaches the two. ]

Theresa : You seem to have put a lot of thought into this war.

<Background 4>

Kal'tsit : How many hostiles?

Scout : Exact numbers unclear. We've detected hostiles both in front of and behind us. A lot of them...

Kal'tsit : Whether it was Theresis's intention or not, the other generals of the Military Commission seem intent to crush Babel while Theresa is absent.
That way, the Sarkaz won't have a choice.

Doctor : How many combat personnel do we have?

Scout : The best soldiers went into negotiations with Her Highness. A good part of the remaining ones have been assigned to the supply convoys. We only have less than one third of our normal force.

Kal'tsit : At the very least, we need to break through the roadblock ahead...

Doctor : ...Kal'tsit.
I'll take command.

Kal'tsit : Doctor?

Doctor : If, as you said, this attack was launched by only a few members of the Military Commission, then they're undoubtedly planning to get this done in one go.
We can't let them set the pace.
Find out where their lines are thin. Disrupt their rhythm, and we'll be safe.

Kal'tsit : ......

Scout : Have you fought a war before, Dr. {nickname}?

Doctor : Not the flesh and blood kind... but I've been trained.
I'm able to reconstruct a battlefield as a computable data model.
Take the front line, Kal'tsit. I know you'll be able to protect us.

Kal'tsit : Of course.

<Background 3>

Scareye : Welcome to the Scar Market, Your Highness.

Theresa : Things must be busy here lately.

Scareye : No need going against the will of the many. Am I right, Your Highness?

Theresa : The voices of the few are worth respecting too.
Many know nothing of what's happening in the lands beyond. Their lives will be turned upside-down. They'll be without a home once again.

Scareye : I'm just a humble merchant. My business only stretches so far.
Mercenaries seek to sell their lives. I seek to make money. That's why I always respect the positions of my big clients.

Theresa : Then I'll talk to your biggest client. The one in the room behind you.

[Thersa takes a few steps forward, but Scareye swiftly blocks her. ]

Scareye : Your Highness should go no further.

Theresa : Since when have you started meddling in the affairs of Kazdel, Scareye?

Scareye : All the more reason I can't let you go further.

Theresa : Well...

[A tall, cloaked man steps out of the room. ]

??? : Please, don't make things difficult for Scareye, Your Highness.
You understand that there's only one way this can go, if you and the Regent come face-to-face here.

Theresa : ...Confessarius.

Confessarius : I beg Your Highness's pardon.

Theresa : Looks like you've made a decision.
Is this Theresis's position?

Confessarius : It is.

Theresa : He has decided to abandon our city?

Confessarius : Not abandon. Take a step forward, to go on a long expedition away from home, that's all.
You have made us stagnant. We want to progress.

Theresa : ......

Scareye : The Confessarius is right.
I still remember when you and General Theresis came here for the first time. Even fate itself stepped aside for the two of you, when you stood together.
But look at the people here now, when Kazdel is divided.
You can still command any Sarkaz to your will as their King. You could kill all of us who stand here right now. But why not ask them if they're still willing to follow your dream?

「The bustling Scar Market has lost its usual commotion. Scattered mercenaries stow their weapons and stand with heads bowed in reverence.
In their eyes is silence, but the King of Sarkaz hears the voices of their hearts clearly.
Uncertainty, excitement, desire, anger. 」

Theresa : Most of you have made up your minds.
Then there is no point for me to try to stop you.

<Background fades out and in>

Sarkaz Mercenary : ...!

「One of the Sarkaz suddenly kneels.
He has not changed his mind. He has not turned away from the temptation of Theresis's plan.
He simply feels a sense of guilt towards Theresa, one of the Six Heroes, their King who rebuilt Kazdel. 」

Confessarius : Kneel if you feel you should. Neither General Theresis nor Lord Scareye will fault you.
Ah... this ancient gesture signifies more than just fealty. I am more familiar with its other meaning...
Penitence.

Theresa : ...Qui'sartuštaj.
Have you found the meaning of your name?

Confessarius : Not yet, Your Highness.

Theresa : Then forgive their sins as you must forgive yours.
Theresis and I will carry all your sins.

Confessarius : As you bid.
I bow to you, King of Sarkaz.

Theresa : ......

<Background fades out>

「In millennia of Sarkaz history, it has always been an honor for warriors to go to war with their Kings.
They have tasted struggle and glory, picked themselves up from the bloodied soil...
For the Kings of Sarkaz always stood in front of them, never abandoning their people.
Where the Kings point, that is where home is, where cities will emerge from the earth. 」

「Now, though, they have abandoned their King. 」

Theresa : I promised a home of peace and safety, where Sarkaz will be forever free from war.
Before I set foot here, I had a sliver of hope that perhaps someone would follow me.
But I saw fire in your eyes.
I saw the city that none of you had seen with your own eyes burn.
The ancient city comes in many shapes and forms in your eyes.
A city of desire, a city of hatred, a city of wealth, a city of glory...
You all believe you will plunder what you have longed for in that unfamiliar land.
That's why I changed my mind. I decided to see Kazdel's bravest warriors off.
Kazdel will embark on a path of conquest for the first time in many years.
I honor you, even though I never wanted you to take this step.
You answered Theresis's call and dove into yet another campaign of hatred.
Death awaits you far away from home.
Yet you still choose to leave our home and go to Londinium.

「The sorrowful King of Sarkaz walks among her people, who bow their heads to avoid her gaze.
Yet their determination does not waver, even if it means defying the King.
"We're going." "We're going."
Voices rise and fall, as though the warriors are singing an elegy for themselves as they go to death. 」

Unnamed Mercenary : We exalt Your Highness, but we cannot follow you anymore.

Decorated Mercenary : The Regent promises that Londinium will be a new start.

Sobbing Mercenary : There lies the Sarkaz future.

Loud Mercenary : There lies our future!

Theresa : ......
Take care of yourselves, my warriors.
Even if you will never return to Kazdel.

「The white figure passes through the parted crowd. The King's people are unmoved by her words.
They no longer follow the King they once exalted.
The other possibility for her people, the home full of flowers that she strived to build, did not come in time for the Sarkaz. 」

<Background 5>

Manfred : General...

Theresis : ......

Manfred : You knew this day would come.

Theresis : What do you think?

Manfred : Hesitate, and all we've worked for will be for naught.
Her Highness did not hesitate. Neither should we.

Theresis : Make your preparations, then, Manfred.
Do not forget the feelings that burn within you, here and now.
No matter what they are.

「Secret Entrance of Scar Market, Kazdel 」

<Background 6>

Ascalon : ......

Theresa : No need to be down, Ascalon.
More will join us when Babel grows strong enough to provide shelter for more people.

Ascalon : We're being followed.

??? : Your Highness—!

[Ascalon attacks the mysterious person. ]

Theresa : Wait, Ascalon. She's not hostile.

??? : Whoa, that was a hard hit. Is that a sleeve-blade?
Anyway, Your Highness, I would like to leave with you, if that's okay with you.

Theresa : Thank you. What's your name?

??? : Julie.

Theresa : A nice name. One that's not often used by mercenaries. Did you make it up yourself?

Julie : No... I don't have a name. Someone else gave it to me. She said having a name gives one a sense of belonging.

Theresa : She's right.
Why not follow the rest of them to Londinium?

Julie : I've had enough of fighting. She says Your Highness will bring about a life where we don't have to fight anymore. That's why I came to check it out for her.
I wanted to challenge you before deciding whether to go with you, but I didn't even have the guts to raise my sword when you stood before me.

Theresa : You're a strong warrior, that's for sure.

Julie : I wouldn't say that about myself when I'm standing in front of you.
At least I can be sure that she wasn't playing me for a fool when she said you were once a great hero of Kazdel.

Ascalon : A reason so simple it's hard to believe.

「The red-haired mercenary scratches her head. 」

Julie : Well... I guess I liked the way you talked just now. Not sure I understood most of it, though.

Theresa : Where's your friend? She can come too.

Julie : She's already here. Her sword and her clothes... may be a little loose-fitting, though.
She was a strong warrior. Felt a little like this one over here.

Ascalon : ......

Theresa : I'm a little something of a tailor. I could hem it for you.

Julie : There's no need. I'm used to it.

Theresa : Let's go, then, Julie.

Julie : One moment, please, Your Highness.
There are other mercenaries here who want to go with you.

「Theresa looks toward the dark exit of the Scar Market, and sees a swaying speck of flame.
One speck becomes two, two become three, and many more emerge from the darkness. The first torch-carrying mercenary steps into the sunlight and sees the white figure standing on top of the hill.
He points forward and walks toward Theresa without looking back.
More and more follow him, the line seemingly without end. 」

Julie : Just because we're used to battle doesn't mean we're willing to bury ourselves in a campaign with no end in sight. If there's another way to live, many of us are willing to take it.
I heard some people are secretly recruiting the willing in Kazdel. There may be some there ready to join us, although the journey through the wilderness would be a tough one...

Theresa : I'll make arrangements.
Let's go, Julie. We have a lot to do.
There are plenty of people for us to house, after all.

<Background 1>

[The Doctor enters the landship again. ]

Doctor : You're back.

Kal'tsit : They've retreated. Outstanding work, Doctor.

[The sound of multiple footsteps approach. ]

Doctor : Who...?

「A group of medics hurry through the corridor, carrying several stretchers. Kal'tsit turns to block them from the Doctor's sight. 」

Kal'tsit : The enemy was essentially making suicide attacks. It was inevitable that there would be casualties as we broke through.
We lost fewer than we had any right to expect.

Doctor : How many did we lose?

Kal'tsit : There was nothing wrong with how you commanded the operation. You don't need to be involved in the cleanup.

Medic : Dr. Kal'tsit! We're running low on plasma.

Kal'tsit : I'll deal with coordination and surgery.

[Kal'tsit rushes off. ]

Doctor : Kal...

「The medics have already gone. The Doctor is not sure whether the terrifying scene just now was a figment of the imagination, but the smell of blood simply would not got away.
A sense of dizziness. 」

<Flashback starts here>

<Background 4>

Doctor : I'm able to reconstruct a battlefield as a computable data model.

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 1>

Doctor : But it's not numbers that fight a war.
Living, breathing people are fighting for their survival. How long as it been since I...?

Scout : Doctor.
First time seeing the blood and gore?

Doctor : ...You could say that.
We didn't have so many lives to waste in the wars I fought in the past.

Scout : Treat yourself to a sweet drink. It will make you feel better. I speak from experience.
It's all thanks to your command that we were able to triumph against overwhelming odds.

Doctor : Are your battles always like this?

Scout : No, this was one of the easy ones.
I'll gladly entrust my life to you, if it means our future battles will be so easy.

Doctor : Is war really the only way?

Scout : You're not the first to ask that question.
But this attack is only a sign of things to come. No one knows what the future holds.
I have great expectations of you, our tactical genius.

<Background fades out>

「The history books would record that the two Sarkaz rulers declared war on each other in the winter of 1091, causing open hostilities to break out between the Military Commission and Babel.
For the Sarkaz themselves, however, the civil war had begun in 1086, when isolated conflicts started to escalate rapidly.
The two centuries of peace that Kazdel had enjoyed have come to an end. 」

After operation

Summary

The supporters of Theresa, fighting for the ideals of Babel, perform spectacularly in the war. The balance tilts towards Babel.

「Winter 1092
Border Battlefield, Kazdel 」

<Background 7>

[A pack of angry cystbeasts storm through the battlefield. ]

Injured Soldier : Those rampaging cystybeasts... are they migrating? The vanguard never stood a chance. All those who didn't get out of the way in time were...
And those soldiers, moving in perfect coordination without exchanging a word... None of that was in the Intel!

??? : That's not what we need to worry about.

[A Sarkaz officer comes up to the soldier. ]

Ulšulah : I'm the ranking officer now. All survivors, form up and retreat immediately. These supplies are crucial. It will be a hard winter without them.

Composed Soldier : Yes, ma'am. But how did things go so wrong even though we made our move early? Did our informant—

Ulšulah : The intel was good. We were delayed by the mercenaries transporting the supplies. They upped the price on the spot. I've dealt with them.
This is why I hate mercenaries.

Injured Soldier : Another coincidence...

Ulšulah : It's not a coincidence if it keeps happening over and over again. We've had way too many setbacks lately.
Focus, Babel forces must be—

Injured Soldier : Wait, hel—

[Scout fires his crossbow. ]

「A flash of white, and a hole appears in the soldier's forehead. They cannot even tell where the attack is coming from, in the noise of the cystybeast stampede. 」

"Leave the supplies behind, and you may leave unharmed. You have been warned."

「Without warning, Ulšulah hears a cold, coarse voice in her head. 」

Composed Soldier : He... he's dead. *Sarkaz expletive* We need to withdraw! Did you hear that voice?

Ulšulah : Hmph... just a bluff! Keep your head low and stay with me!
Don't get separated! Stick together, if you want to live! We need to get these supplies back!
As for the vanguard... we're in no position to think about them.

<Background fades out and in>

Scout : They're retreating. I suppose nabbing the supplies isn't so easy after all.

"Be patient and follow the Doctor's instructions. The Chairman has said that the priority is to minimize casualties."

Scout : I know, Mantra.

「Mantra's lips are closed, but Scout can hear her voice clearly in his head.
She is the perfect coordinator for Babel's covert operations, and a shadow that eats away at the enemy's sanity. 」

Mantra : The enemy vanguard has been scattered by the herd. The survivors have fled into the woods.
The enemy's actions were spontaneous, unplanned. They must have known that we decrypted their communications. But the envelopment succeeded nonetheless.
We can leave the rest to Ascalon.

Scout : Ascalon will not fail.

Mantra : Neither will we.

Scout : Hah, you're absolutely right. You should get some rest, Mantra. "Talking" takes a toll on you.
No need to worry about the follow-up. We have the Doctor.

<Background 8>

Dying Mercenary : Who directed this operation... the evil spirit again? Just what is this commander? Which Royal Court does it come from?
If it can do this to us, it can do it to you too! Why would you sell your soul to something like that?!
I'm getting out of here alive—

「The mercenary hears breathing in the darkness not far away and swings his sword without hesitation. 」

Dying Mercenary : Got you!

[The mercenary strikes down Odda, who had been following him. ]

Odda : Ugh...

Dying Mercenary : You're wounded too. You think you could kill me and walk away alive?
Get out of my way, or I'll kill you, if it's the last thing I do!

Odda : You're not taking Marcel's things. He's going home.

Dying Mercenary : Home? *cough* *cough*—
Our home is... Kazdel! You— traitors to Kazdel...

「The mercenary keeps swinging his sword at Odda, who only passively blocks with his hammer.
The mercenary's movement slows down, and his breathing grows weak. 」

Dying Mercenary : Babel... morons...

Odda : Wasn't it the Military Commission who betrayed Kazdel?

Ascalon : Relax. He's dead.
Be more decisive next time, Odda, and there'll be fewer injuries.

Odda : The entire squad is dead... they should have died an honorable death, not tormented by fear—

Ascalon : This is not the right time to show mercy. Bring Marcel. Our mission is finished.

Odda : You... you remember his name?

Ascalon : I remember everyone in Babel, the living and the dead, the ones who had names, and the ones who didn't.

Odda : I could have saved him... it's just hard to raise your weapon against your own kin.

Ascalon : Even if it's to avenge Marcel?

Odda : ......

Ascalon : Your father died in the chaos of the city. Have you ever thought about seeking vengeance for him?

「Odda takes a deep breath. 」

Odda : I hate the people who killed him, but vengeance doesn't change anything.

Ascalon : A classical idea. Rational, righteous, human.
What if your vendetta is with a cold-blooded deathmonger, with hands soaked in blood?
Would you say you kill for justice and your ideals, without a hint of hatred?

Odda : I... I'm not sure.
Do you regret killing mercenaries who threaten Babel, Ascalon?

Ascalon : No.

Odda : Then I won't either.
Even if it means I have to...

Ascalon : ......

Odda : O-Oh, I'm sorry! I'm saying silly things again. Don't mind me, I'm not important at all—

Ascalon : No, all Babelites are important to Her Highness.
Time to go back.

[Ascalon walks off. ]

「Rhodes Island of Babel, Kazdel 」

<Background 9>

Sarkaz Traitor : What are you here for?
I've already said it many times. It was my own decision to betray Her Highness.
It had nothing to do with the Military Commission, and I'm not an informer for them.
You want to execute me, make it quick.

Ace : I'm not here to torture you.
I brought some wine.

Sarkaz Traitor : I don't need it.

Ace : Are you sure? This is Victorian fruit wine, not some lousy swill.

Sarkaz Traitor : What are you here for?

Ace : To catch up about old times.

Sarkaz Traitor : We have nothing to talk about.

Ace : I know Scout's hiding something from me. Ascalon would too, because she knows we know each other.
But I can make a pretty good guess why you wanted to kill the Doctor.

Sarkaz Traitor : ......
Be my guest.

Ace : You're not a sore loser. You're unhappy because the Doctor is an outsider.
Everyone wants Babel and the Military Commission to get along. You believe that Dr. Kal'tsit and the Doctor have widened the rift, rather than mended it.

Sarkaz Traitor : Good guess. Now get out.

Ace : I'm an outsider too. And I'm still fighting for the Sarkaz to this day.

Sarkaz Traitor : You—
......
The wine.

[Ace passes him the bottle. ]

Ace : You're drinking out of your hat?

Sarkaz Traitor : Do you see a wine glass in this cell? You should have brought one.
*gulp* — Ah.
What happened to the rest of your team?
Let's see... the one with the spear, the caster, the one with the shield who's sitting here right now, a medic, and a sniper?

Ace : Skullspear, White Smoke, Grey Sun, Stross, Walnut, Kung, Herb.

Sarkaz Traitor : So the sniper's name was Herb.

Ace : He's dead. Let bygones be bygones.

Sarkaz Traitor : All good fighters.

Ace : If I ever get to mentor the young, I'll raise them to be that kind of fighter.
Selfless, honest, cautious about picking a side, but committed once they've made their choice.

Sarkaz Traitor : Pah. How sentimental.

Ace : Do the Sarkaz hate outsiders in Babel that much?

Sarkaz Traitor : Fools like you who would give your lives for Her Highness wouldn't understand.
Babel might be changing certain things, but it's meaningless. It's not fast enough, and its reach is not far enough.
Her Highness did not have to have her hands tied. She didn't need to waste her time.

Ace : The Doctor helped Chairman Theresa a lot.

Sarkaz Traitor : In what capacity?
A researcher? A military commander?

Ace : Both.

Sarkaz Traitor : Even though the Doctor killed so many Sarkaz? The more people like that, the longer the war will drag on.
Her Highness's achievements are grand. She's solved problems all her life, taken care of the needs of generations, and now she leads the fight against Oripathy.
But what's happening now? We're fighting the Military Commission. Fighting our own. That's not part of her vision.
Oh, I almost forgot. You're a mercenary, but you're not a Sarkaz mercenary.

Ace : True enough.
I only came to Babel because I was with the others. I got involved in this because most of my people were Sarkaz.
Oh, White Smoke is dead, too.

Sarkaz Traitor : Why bring her up now?

Ace : I thought maybe there was something going on between you two.

Sarkaz Traitor : Doesn't matter. She's dead.

Ace : She died in the presence of Chairman Theresa.

Sarkaz Traitor : Damn, now I'm starting to envy her. What happened?

Ace : Ambush. Only the two of us survived, but she lost her legs to an Arts trap. I had to drag her through the mud.
That's when we ran into Chairman Theresa. Well, we ran into the Doctor first.

Sarkaz Traitor : Pah. The evil spirit showed up on the battlefield personally?

Ace : Believe it or not, I thought I was looking at a Lateran priest when I first saw the Doctor in the distance.

Sarkaz Traitor : Huh?

Ace : The Doctor was praying with that black hood bowed low, next to the glowing Chairman.
Wasn't even kneeling or doing any sort of ritual, just gazing silently into the distance with Chairman Theresa.
That evil spirit you're talking about, Dr. {nickname}, is not some heartless monster.
The Doctor is torn, wandering in solitude... and still, in the end, chose to bring victory to Babel.

Sarkaz Traitor : So you came to preach? You're trying to guilt-trip me?!
Get out and take your bloody wine! Did you think I would—

Ace : ......

Sarkaz Traitor : No, you're not that naive.
Has a decision been made?

Ace : Yes.

Sarkaz Traitor : Death sentence?

Ace : The Doctor and Chairman Theresa had reservations, but Dr. Kal'tsit and most of the fighters who participated in the operation won't have it any other way.

Sarkaz Traitor : What about you?

Ace : Your betrayal cost us dozens of lives, brother.
This time, I'm with Dr. Kal'tsit.

Sarkaz Traitor : Hmph. More wine.

Ace : You just spilled the last of it.

Sarkaz Traitor : Are you gonna be doing it?

Ace : Yes. No need to burden Scout. He's tough on the outside but tender inside. And I don't want to hand you over to anyone else.
I came to tell you, brother, that even though you did something stupid...
Babel will remember your name. We'll keep fighting, keeping your warning and reproach in our hearts.

Sarkaz Traitor : Train some promising young ones while you still can. Decent ones like you don't live long.

Ace : Guess so.
See you again, when the Sarkaz can finally live in peace.

[Ace executes the Sarkaz traitor. ]

<Background 10>

Sarkaz Mercenary : The traitors and spies have been executed. Royal Court spies. They really have a lot of problems in their tribe.

Manfred : Good work. What about the unit that entered the war zone?

Sarkaz Mercenary : Scouts report that they blocked key passages leading out of the mountains after attacking Babel positions.

Manfred : The General did not order this. Was it someone from a Royal Court... or a Siracusan plot?

Sarkaz Mercenary : Unlikely. Reports indicate no particular bloodline characteristics to the witchcraft, and little effort was made to cipher communications. It's a rabble.
May I speak frankly, sir? The unit may be rogue, but they just happened to cram Babel in with the Catastrophe.
Isn't that a good thing for us?

Manfred : What about the other commanders and mercenary captains?

Sarkaz Mercenary : Watching the show, of course, waiting to see if the enemy chooses to surrender, or die at the hands of the Catastrophe and the ruffians.
I wouldn't overthink it if I were you, sir.
You've shown as much mercy as you possibly could by ordering that we pull out of the valley and leave an opening for them.
Who knows, maybe some of my family are in that Catastrophe. I've gotten over it.

Manfred : You don't care?

Sarkaz Mercenary : I try not to.

<Background 4>

「Rhodes Island of Babel, Kazdel 」

[Ace enters the command room. ]

Ace : Sorry I'm late.

Scout : So...?

Pith : No need to start from the beginning. Ace was called on short notice. Just follow Mantra's instructions.
Go ahead. We don't have much time.

Ace : Emergency?

Mantra : (Nods)

Scout : I'll keep going then.
We have twenty five hundred souls in the Catastrophe radius, mostly medics, Infected civilians, prisoners, and injured mercenaries.
The scale of the Catastrophe is larger than the Catastrophe Messengers predicted. It's currently expected to affect five outposts, three key passages, and a field hospital repurposed from an abandoned town.
They had almost made it out of the Catastrophe radius when their path was cut off by mercenaries.

Ace : Trapping medics, wounded and civilians to die in a Catastrophe?
Is Manfred willing to go to such lengths these days?

Scout : It's not his style. The three Military Commission units have retreated from the forest, even leaving a humanitarian corridor open in one of the canyons.

Pith : The Military Commission has casters on the cliffs, ready to annihilate any armed unit that attempts to pass through.
But they're not trying to hide what they're doing, and they're not doing anything we didn't expect.
These mercenaries are different. They came out of nowhere, attacked our positions, destroyed important roads and bridges, and polluted several water sources in the mountains with Originium explosives. There seems to be no reason with their actions.

Ace : Who's their employer?

Scout : We're still looking into it, but based on what little intelligence we have, it's very likely that they're rogue.
Revenge, a last-gasp struggle after being abandoned by Theresis, instigation by another country... anything's possible.

[Ascalon walks into the room. ]

Ascalon : Doesn't matter. I'll find out who their leader is, and kill them.
Without leader, a band of aimless mercenaries is just a useless rabble.
You go save those people. We'll regroup back at base.

Scout : I'll leave them to you, then.
One last message. Her Highness says this operation is not part of the "campaign".

Mantra : We should be relieved.
In a war that has become increasingly gridlocked, the opposing sides have a chance to work together for a common goal...
Saving lives from Catastrophe.

Operation story: BB-6

Before operation

Summary

The Doctor begins to understand the rules of Terran warfare, and witnesses the disintegration of an Infected for the first time.

<Background 1>

[The wind blows wildly. ]

Sarkaz Civilian : Look! Up ahead!
The bridge... it's been blown? How are we supposed to get across?
I-Is there another path? The Catastrophe cloud is still over our heads...
We can't go any further, not with all the wounded and children...

<Background 2>

Babel Member : Damn, the Originium crystals on the ground are starting to glow...
They'll kill us before the Catastrophe even has a chance. *cough*
We need to—*cough*—*cough* *cough*—
We need to go... It's all *Sarkaz expletive* Originium particles in the air.
No medicine for more than a week now... all the injured... Infected... damn it!

[Thunder and lightning crackle loudly. ]

Babel Member : Wh-What's that sound?

[Thunder booms as the Catastrophe descends. ]

<Background 3>

Sarkaz Mercenary : No reinforcements from Babel yet? Then keep looking for a path! Don't come back until you do!
The Catastrophe cloud's fully formed. Which *Sarkaz expletive* unit attacked the hospital? Not even Scareye's that crazy!
Stick together! It's too late to try to get out of the Catastrophe. We need to find some clean caves! Nothing with Originium traces on it, not even a little bit!
Doing this to the wounded... Theresis, you piece of...

<Background 4>

Sarkaz Child : Mom... my leg hurts...

Sarkaz Civilian : Don't cry, don't cry... we're almost home...

Sarkaz Child : No— no—
It hurts— It hurts...

「The sound of children crying.
The sound of conspiracy, of death, of struggling to survive.
The Catastrophe is deaf to all that, turning wind and snow into storm. 」

「A few figures stand on a distant cliff.
The woman stands on the edge, peering silently into the distance.
A merciless Catastrophe, enemy soldiers blocking key passages, fleeing beasts, and the wounded and civilians with nowhere to run.
Life echoes in the valley, reaching Mantra's ears.
It is the sound of children crying. 」

<Background 3>

Mantra : ...I hear it.
Children are crying.

[Ace walks up next to her. ]

Ace : It's starting to snow. This isn't good.

Mantra : Two thousand, three hundred and thirteen.
All confirmed.

Ace : Location and physical data logged.

[Ace passes the info through his transceiver. ]

Ace : Fewer losses than expected, but time's of the essence.
Watching your Arts up close is always a remarkable experience, Mantra.

Mantra : (Nods humbly)

Ace : Was the Djall in HR able to get you a few assistants?

Mantra : (Closes eyes)

Ace : A shame.
Message sent to all squads.

Mantra : Cave, seven kilometers to the northeast.
The children are there.

Ace : But the Military Commission's drones have found us.
I'll stay. You go.

Mantra : (Frowns)

Ace : They don't want to face my squad head-on in this terrain.
Just going to say hi. Will try to take Manfred alive if he's leading them.

Mantra : Don't take unnecessary risks—

[The Doctor logs into the communication channel. ]

Doctor : Doctor here.
Sorry I'm late. Operations in the CA area have concluded.
Continue to carry out Mantra's plan. I'll provide support elsewhere. The priority is to help the civilians and wounded.

Ace : Good timing, Doctor.

Doctor : Thanks. Misery is distracting the Military Commission, but he needs help.

Ace : Is this the part where I volunteer?

Doctor : Yes, Ace.

Ace : Awaiting your orders.

Doctor : And...
Theresa will go directly to the affected field hospital at the center to prevent further casualties.
If all goes well... I'll meet you there.

<Background 2>

<Background flashes>

Babel Member : Explosion! Explosion!
Move away from the glowing area! Back off! The Originium underground is being activated—
*Sarkaz expletive* Too late—

「Fires stir beneath the frozen earth, and blizzard brings with it the sparks of Catastrophe.
Every breath seems to carry the weight of all of Terra, bringing it upon every individual soul. 」

<Background shakes and flashes white>

「The weight vanishes in an instant.
They look up to see an astonishing sight. 」

Babel Member : Gah—
...The explosions stopped?
Snow... floating in the air?

[Pith walks up to the survivor. ]

Pith : The snow crystals here are almost indistinguishable from Originium crystals. Control over them can be achieved with sufficient focus.

Babel Member : You... You're

Pith : Precise control over individual snowflakes is difficult, but it's not so difficult to hold a snowstorm off in an Originium-rich environment.
Have you been paying attention in class, Aidan?

Babel Member : Pith! You're here! You...

Pith : I can give you ten minutes.
Go back to the meadows at the bottom of the valley and head south. Scout will guide your path.
Don't you remember what I taught you? There are a lot of emergency precautions you can take in an Originium-dense environment, but you did nothing.

Babel Member : I—

Pith : Wait... you have acute Oripathy patients in your group! What were you thinking?!
Take this syringe! I'll do what I can. You have ten minutes to get everybody in order.

Babel Member : But you—

Pith : Move it, before the Catastrophe fully forms! This area will be safe while I can dampen it for a bit.
—One more thing.
I'm using several kinds of Arts at the same time right now. I want to see an essay from all of you on my table by this weekend, explaining which schools these Arts belong to.
So you better damn well make it out alive.

<Background 1>

Sarkaz Mercenary A : ...It's me. Any instructions from Manfred?
What is he doing? Huh?
A Royal Court high rank in amongst the Babel forces and refugees? Impossible! Look it up!

Sarkaz Mercenary B : Doubt there's anything to look up. Manfred probably made up the excuse on the spot.
Even if they were there, they're Babel prisoners now. Rescuing prisoners in the middle of a Catastrophe is not part of the contract.

Sarkaz Mercenary A : But we have to do it anyway. Dammit, get Thorn Squad to check the blockade...

Sarkaz Mercenary B : Alright... 86 here. Hello? Hello?

[The transceiver only emits white noise ]

Sarkaz Mercenary B : No response. Where did they go? It's not time for the shift change yet, is it?
...Wait.
Isn't it a little too quiet?
There were fowlbeast cries only a moment ago...

Sarkaz Mercenary A : All the animals must have fled the Catastrophe.
It'll sweep through this place in five hours. This is no time to be taking a nap.
Hand me the schedule.
I said, hand me the—

[The other Sarkaz has mysteriously vanished. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary A : Huh? Hey, where did you go?
Hello? This is Squad 86! Anyone hear me? Anybody? What's going on? Somebody's—

Scout : You called?

[A strong grip suddenly chokes the mercenary... ]

Sarkaz Mercenary A : —

[...and he falls to the ground. ]

Scout : Phew.

[Scout activates his transceiver. ]

Scout : Three squads silenced. No alerts. The path is clear.
Combat personnel, follow these coordinates. Medics, take the injured and follow the markings I've left.
...There's something I need to confirm.

[Scout examines the soldiers' communicator. ]

Scout : ......
It's the Military Commission's frequency alright, but these were scouts, not the rogue mercenaries that attacked our positions.
Mission briefing "Strawberry". Just monitoring the retreat of the civilians... hah, Manfred even lied to them that there was a "Royal Court high rank" here.
Well, I guess I'll leave the rest to Ascalon.

<Background 3>

Mysterious Mercenary : ......
Babel.
Are you my death?

Ascalon : You led the attack on Babel positions. Who's orders are you following?
It's just doctors and Infected civilians—

[The mercenary suddenly brandishes a sword and attacks her. ]

「The sword comes before she can finish her sentence.
Something feels out of place.
But Ascalon adjusts quickly. She has always been more familiar with the language of violence anyway.
The sleeve-blade is out of its sheath. 」

[Ascalon swiftly rushes past him, stabbing him in the process. The mercenary crumples. ]

<Background fades out>

Mysterious Mercenary : Ngh.

Ascalon : What are you—

[The mercenary stands back up... ]

Mysterious Mercenary : ......

[..and clicks a switch. ]

Ascalon : —!

[Ascalon narrowly dodges an explosion. ]

<Background fades out and in>

Ascalon : Bomb... you're crazy.
Surrender. You have no chan—
......

[Ascalon turns on her transceiver. ]

Ascalon : ...It's me. I'm done.
Sorry, couldn't take him alive. He blew himself up.
Something's not right.
He recognized me as Babel immediately, realized he was no match for me and quickly chose to blow himself up.
Abnormally decisive. Could be some experienced spy, or...
Wait.

[Ascalon scoops up something in the snow. ]

Ascalon : I found a pouch. It's undamaged. I must have cut it off.
There's a Babel sleeve badge and a Military Commission medal inside.
It's not unusual for a mercenary working both sides of a war.
And a piece of paper. Possibly personal notes.
Most of it is illegible. The only thing I can make out is...
"...del. Home."
......
Forget it. Not important.

<Background 5>

[A strong blizzard has engulfed a nearby village. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : Communications are out? Well, I guess the old stuff won't do it when a Catastrophe is so close.
Let's hope the other teams found a way out.

[The sky rumbles outside. ]

Julie : Don't just stand there.
Bring all the Infected who can't move over here.

Sarkaz Mercenary : What's the point? It's not like they'll be able to get away from the Catastrophe.

Julie : Just do it. It's not like you have anything to lose, is there?

Sarkaz Mercenary : And...? Some of them are comatose.

Julie : My condition isn't that far off from theirs. I'll end their suffering.
Originium particles will spread when they die. I'll take the brunt of it. Take your bow, keep your distance, and finish the job.

[Julie walks away. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : (Mumbles) Hell no.

[The Doctor walks past the Sarkaz. ]

Sarkaz Mercenary : Hey, stay away from the Infected. Julie will deal with them.

<Background fades out and in>

Doctor : ...Infected.
You're just leaving them here like firewood.

Sarkaz Mercenary : I'm not doing it because I want to.

Doctor : Is there any hope for them?

Sarkaz Mercenary : No. Just death. They'll turn to dust in ten minutes or so.

Doctor : They could have been saved.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Does living a little longer count as being saved?

Doctor : ......

Sarkaz Mercenary : Their conditions are too severe. If they don't die here, they'll die in some forgotten alleyway in Kazdel. I should have stayed in Sargon...

Doctor : Here, give them these suppressants. It'll at least relieve their pain.

Sarkaz Mercenary : Where did you get these suppressants? No, who are you anyway? When did you get here?
Don't move!
Your ID code, now, or I'll—

??? : Let the Doctor pass.

[Theresa approaches the mercenary. ]

Theresa : It's fine.
Everything will be fine.

Sarkaz Mercenary : You look familiar—

[Julie abruptly returns. ]

Julie : Y-Your Highness! How could you—
We're right in the middle of the Catastrophe! W-We're very grateful, but...
You shouldn't have come! It's too dangerous—

「The white Sarkaz appears on the battlefield without a sound, as though she has come out of nowhere.
The crowd whispers amongst themselves. Is she truly the King of Babel, one of the living Six Heroes, the mother of Kazdel?
Theresa simply nods at confused and bewildered crowd.
She kneels by the side of the Infected. 」

Dying Infected : Your... Highness...

Theresa : I'm sorry I came late.
Too late to save your lives... I'm sorry I couldn't do enough...

Dying Infected : Please... don't...

「Theresa gently holds his hand in hers.
The other Infected, all the ones still conscious, those who have not fully given up on living, feel a little bit of gentle warmth. 」

Theresa : I'm listening, my children.
I will remember how all of you lived and died... forgive me that I could not promise you more, but for your family, children, friends and comrades...
There will come a day when they will no longer live in fear.

Dying Infected : ......

Theresa : Your lives should have been so much more.
Now, though, dream a warm dream... a dream that will come true.
Sleep, children of Kazdel. Sleep in the warm embrace of home.
Sleep.

Dying Infected : Thank... you...

「The Infected begin to glow with the colors of Originium.
Tiny stones eat away at flesh and blood, transforming their lives and desires into fleeting sparks.
Theresa holds their hands to the end.
Until shining dust rises towards the sky and is scattered by the wind, never to become stars upon the heavens. 」

Doctor : ......

Julie : So, you... er...

Doctor : You can call me anything you like. Even "evil spirit", if that's what you prefer.

Julie : I-I don't mean that! It's just, this is the first time we've spoken to each other alone.
You brought us many victories. I've had a hand in some. They also say you're an expert on Originium...

Doctor : ..."Expert".
Yet it's the first time I've seen Infected die like this with my own two eyes.

Julie : You're lucky.

Doctor : I never thought it would be so...

<Flashback starts here>

Sarkaz Mercenary : Does living a little longer count as being saved?

<Flashback ends here>

Doctor : ...Never mind.
It's time to go, Theresa.

Theresa : Right.

Sarkaz Mercenary : But it's too late, even if we leave now. And the Military Commission has set a trap for us...

Theresa : It'll be fine.

[Pith, Ace, and Ascalon arrive. ]

Theresa : Let's go home.

<Background fades out>

「The Military Commission's after-action report writes:
"The King of Babel and her most trusted men led her people out of the valley.
"With a single touch she parted wind, snow, and flames, gentle as a mother parts the bed curtains to put her child to sleep.
"Our casters and crossbowmen observed the procession, but none dared take the first shot, nor give the order to."
The flowery report and Manfred's "false intelligence" earned an admonition from the Commission, but no further discipline. 」

<Background 7>

[Kal'tsit approaches the Doctor. ]

Kal'tsit : Doctor.
I heard about the operation. You...
Doctor?

Doctor : There's something I want to ask, Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : Go ahead.

Doctor : As a physician, is it saving a life when all you can do is stave off death for a little while?

Kal'tsit : Unless it goes contrary to the patient's wishes, the duty of a physician is to save lives.
That's what we've always worked to do.
Why do you ask?

Doctor : Looking at Amiya and the people around us makes me feel that you shouldn't have to deal with this kind of suffering.

Kal'tsit : ......

Doctor : And I...

[Theresa approaches the two. ]

Theresa : Doctor, Kal'tsit, there you are.
The intelligence meeting just ended. The unexpected Catastrophe has led to a stalemate, and some breathing room for us.
The two of you need to get some rest. Especially you, Doctor. You've hardly slept since you've been back, right?

Doctor : I'm fine...

「Theresa glances at Kal'tsit, who seems to sigh wordlessly with her eyes.
The King of Sarkaz senses guilt and restlessness. It is not an easy thing to accept, watching so many Infected turn to dust before one's eyes. 」

Theresa : Doctor... do you think all this is your fault?

Doctor : It is.
I won't run from my responsibility, and I won't wallow in self-pity... I just need time to accept the present.
I—

<Background fades to black>

I don't know if Originium is supposed to hurt a newborn civilization like this.

<Background fades to white>

But Originium is the only way to protect all life and existence.

<Background 6>

Doctor : ......

Theresa : You're tired, Doctor. I'm grateful that you have chosen to bear the burden of these emotions for the sake of this great land.
Your pain and struggle shows your kindness and ideals. I won't try to wipe them away, but we could share this burden, if you are willing...

「Theresa wants to hold the Doctor's hand, perceive the Doctor's guilt- and anxiety-filled soul.
She wants to help the Doctor.
But a tiny speck of noise echoes ominously in the King's mind. 」

Theresa : ...?
(The Doctor is rejecting me? Or is it...?)

Doctor : Sorry, Theresa, but this is not something you need to take on.
No need to use Civilight Eterna on me. It takes a toll on you too. There are more important uses for it.

Theresa : More important than helping someone who's given everything for us?

Doctor : Hehe... thank you. I mean it.
You and Scout said we have some breathing room, right?
I'll make dinner for us, then. I learned it off Misery.
For our future challenges.

After operation

Summary

The Doctor tries to develop new Oripathy medicine through self-experiments. Theresa senses the internal conflict in the Doctor's mind.

<Background 6>

Doctor : ......

「A piece of Originium crystal lies quietly on the test table, glowing orange-yellow under the light.
It looks pure, beautiful, harmless. 」

<Flashback starts here>

Doctor : Priestess... What have we done...?

<Background 7>

Savage : I'm afraid not. It's impossible.

<Background 8>

Amiya : Doctor... it hurts...

<Background 4>

Dying Infected : Thank... you...

<Flashback ends here>

<Background 6>

「The Doctor picks up the Originium crystal with one hand and stabs it into the other arm.
It leaves a bloody gash on the arm, but nothing else.
The pain grows distinct.
Yet it is not the pain of Originium infection.
The instruments show the same: There is no sign of assimilation of Originium and cell. 」

Doctor : ...Originium won't infect me.
Did we ever imagine that such pain would come?
What would you say about what's happening to this world?

<Background fades out>

Doctor : (Unknown language) Originium.
(Unknown language) The last spark that we have passed on.

<Background 9>

[The Doctor injects some new medicine into Amiya. ]

Amiya : ......
(Steady breathing)

Doctor : It's working.

Kal'tsit : It's several times more effective than existing suppressants. Amiya's blood Originium crystal concentration has dropped significantly.
But...

Doctor : It's just a prototype. I haven't found a way to mass-produce it on Terra yet.

Kal'tsit : Doctor!
I know you're experimenting on yourself... but you really don't look well.

Doctor : Just some research on blood.
Originium doesn't infect me. We've had safety measures in place since it was just an energy project. Maybe this could be used to mitigate the symptoms of Oripathy.
And Theresa... she's not like you. Civilight Eterna is not some kind of powerful magic. She has simply created Originium Arts in its most fundamental form, through the accumulation of a long legacy.
With her help, we may be able to develop more advanced Oripathy medicine that can be mass produced...

Kal'tsit : I'm more concerned about you right now, Doctor.

Doctor : I'm fine.
If Originium has transformed you into beings identical to us, then there will be a way to create a serum in place of my own...
No matter how complicated the present issues are, if Babel can develop an effective Oripathy medicine...
It will be more than just the Sarkaz that support us. It will be all of Terra.
Then, we can—

<Background fades to white>

Foster a future with Originium, one that is peaceful, happy, and eternal.

<Background 9>

Kal'tsit : No, listen to me.

「Kal'tsit grabs the Doctor's arm.
It is a lot thinner than she remembers. 」

Kal'tsit : You have not relaxed for an instant, from Rim Billiton, to the Sarkaz civil war.
I chose to wake you up in order to point the way for this civilization, one that's surprised me at every turn.
I don't want you to waste away now.
You need to take care of yourself.

Doctor : ...Sorry.
Right now, though, what I want to do most is alleviate Amiya's pain.

<Background 10>

「Three months later...
Rhodes Island of Babel, Kazdel 」

[The Doctor is busy working on something. ]

Doctor : I see you, Amiya. You can come out.

Amiya : Doctor... am I interrupting anything?

Doctor : No, just curious how you got in when I didn't hear the door open.

Amiya : I found a lot of secret passages.

Doctor : Secret passages?

Amiya : Yeah. Closure said not to tell anyone, so I haven't.

Doctor : No wonder Dr. Kal'tsit can't find you for checkups. You've been hiding there all along.

Amiya : ...I promise I won't run away, if you go with me.

Doctor : Alright, I'll try to make the time.

Amiya : You've been really busy. Dr. Kal'tsit said even she has hardly seen you lately.
Whenever I see you, you're all by yourself, carrying a stack of papers, head down, walking from one end of a corridor to the other.
If someone says hi to you, all you do is nod, then keep on walking without a word.

Doctor : Sounds like you're describing a really rude person. Sorry, Amiya.

Amiya : No, that's not what I meant... you just seem really unhappy.

Doctor : Why would you say that?

Amiya : Before we came to Rhodes Island, you were curious about everything, cuddled up with the burdenbeasts at night, crouched down to look at tiny rocks in the mines, and went to pick fruit from beckbeast dens...
You enjoyed everything, even the things that didn't interest me as a kid.
But now... whenever I talk to you about something fun, all you say is, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Amiya."
But I came to talk to you about it to make you feel happy...
Are you unhappy because I'm not getting better?

Doctor : It's not because of you, Amiya. This is about me.
And... you can hear noises outside the ship, can't you?

Amiya : Yes. Like the huge drills in Rim Billiton. They're so noisy... I don't like them.

Doctor : Me, Theresa, Dr. Kal'tsit, we all have a lot of things to do. It's not your fault.

Amiya : ...Alright.

Doctor : Do you have time today, Amiya?

Amiya : Yes!

Doctor : I want to go up the deck and see the clouds. It's going to rain. They have very interesting shapes, and I could talk for a long time if there was someone there to listen to me.

Amiya : Of course! But... don't you have work to do?

Doctor : It's okay... I'll be done soon.

Amiya.
If there comes a day when we cure Oripathy, not just for you but for all of Terra as well...
When the day comes that Terrans no longer live in fear of Originium and Catastrophe...
Let's go on a journey again, to see the rest of this great land.
This time, we'll bring Kal'tsit, and...

<Background fades to black>

Originium will become the light that guides the next civilization.

<Background fades to white>

All consciousness shall foster new hope in Originium, until the end of time.

[The Doctor suddenly collapses. ]

<Background 9>

[Theresa rushes into the infirmary. ]

Theresa : Doctor!

Kal'tsit : ...It's okay. The Doctor just passed out on the deck due to exhaustion.

Theresa : Thank goodness... it's not something serious.
What about the wound on the Doctor's arm?

Kal'tsit : Trying to contract Oripathy. The Doctor tried many ways: breathing in dust, exposure to Originium-dense environments, even a direct incision with active Originium...
I tried to get the Doctor to stop, and I asked Scout to do the same, but...
No one wants to see the Doctor get hurt.

Theresa : Maybe the Doctor is in more pain than we see on the surface.

Kal'tsit : What about Amiya?

Theresa : Terribly frightened. She wouldn't stop crying. It took a lot of effort to get her to sleep.

[Theresa notices something on the bedside. ]

Theresa : This is... a sculpture?

Kal'tsit : A gift from a rescued Infected to the Doctor.
Ace was the first to hear Amiya's cry. He carried the Doctor back and left this behind.

Theresa : See, Doctor? You've established connections with so many people. You're not alone.
But what are you hiding that you wouldn't even tell Kal'tsit or me?

Kal'tsit : ......

Theresa : The Doctor truly wants to help Amiya and Babel. I can feel that.
But I also can't help but feel that the Doctor leaves some thoughts unsaid... some concerns, some doubts.
I believed these sentiments were the result of such an abrupt awakening, and that they would go away in time.
But they haven't.
The Doctor is being torn apart by these unsaid things, tormented by hesitation, pain, and guilt.

Kal'tsit : Perhaps I don't understand the Doctor as well as I thought.
I don't know how to ease the Doctor's pain. And if neither of us know what the Doctor is thinking...
Then the Doctor of Babel will always be alone, all the love and respect notwithstanding.

Theresa : ...Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : Yes.
I will explain to the Doctor in time.

「Theresa puts her hand on the Doctor's forehead.
Under the warm surface lies a past that she cannot fathom.
Civilight Eterna. 」

<Background fades to white>

「Originium must rewrite all.
Only then is there value in existence. 」

[Thunder claps loudly ]

From the emergence of intelligent life, to the lights in the cosmos and the maelstrom of the stars.
Originium will continue to replicate and transform, until even time ceases to exist.

Theresa : This... is Originium?

Originium.
The first light before the Big Bang.
She said that only by covering every inch of the land in Originium, only by returning matter and time, tide and wonder, light and wailing, to the vast ocean of information...
Only then will we find change and advancement, and avert the fate that is the end.
Even though...

<Background fades to black>

It is not a transformation, but a death.

<Background fades to white>

It is not an extinction, but a continuation.

Theresa : When was this memory...? The Doctor's emotion, pain, hesitation, and... fear?
Who was that... accompanying the Doctor in despair?
No, Kal'tsit said there was another—
...!

<Background shakes>

「The growth of Originium is silent, beautiful, calm.
All signs of life have been overgrown, civilization has vanished from this land.
But Theresa feels only fear and suffocation.
The memory is trembling, collapsing. There is a force somewhere, trying to fix an error.
The Originium in the memory continues to grow, even assimilating Theresa's consciousness— 」

<Background starts fading>

「"Theresa..."
Kal'tsit? Oh, yes, she was by my side. 」

<Background fades more>

「"Theresa!"
She seems to see the Doctor, before her consciousness is fully absorbed by the nebulous Originium light— 」

<Background fades to white>

Kal'tsit : Theresa!

Theresa : ...!

<Background 9>

[Theresa snaps out of her trance. ]

Kal'tsit : What happened, Theresa?
What did you see?

Theresa : I... I saw Originium.
It had assimilated the entire continent. The Doctor felt pain and anxiety over it.

Kal'tsit : —

Theresa : Was that the Doctor's memory? No... a dream?
Give me a hand, Kal'tsit. The feeling, the noise and the wailing... I...

[Theresa's legs give out and Kal'tsit barely catches her. She helps Theresa stand up again. ]

Kal'tsit : Theresa.
I told you that Originium once decided the distant future of this land. There were two choices.
We were too focused on tangible suffering, Catastrophe, Oripathy. Casting our eyes toward that future brought too much difficulty and too little meaning.
The Doctor chose one of them... the future that the Doctor spoke of to me, personally.
I could not forget that future the Doctor described. Never, in all these years.
But the other cold and empty thought has often shot up my spine in the middle of the night over the past ten thousand years.
I cannot speak of it.
But you can sense my anger with your power.
That means that Civilight Eterna exists outside of the boundaries of language.

Theresa : ......

Kal'tsit : So, Theresa.
If you saw a future that you are not willing to accept, I hope you, Civilight Eterna, can change the course. Only you can.
If you saw the side of myself or the Doctor that is strange to you...

Theresa : Kal'tsit?
No, Kal'tsit, that's not what I meant—
—The Doctor's feelings toward Amiya, toward us, toward you, are sincere. That is the truth.
Trust the Doctor, and trust me. I will find the answer to what is tormenting the Doctor. And when—

Doctor : Ugh...

Theresa : Doctor!
Doctor... you're awake.

[The Doctor sits up. ]

Doctor : What happened to me?

Kal'tsit : You fainted as you were leaving the deck with Amiya.

Doctor : Hgnh... where's Amiya?

Kal'tsit : A little shaken, but she's fine.
You're still in bad shape. What were you thinking?

Doctor : ......

<Background fades to white>

I want to cure Amiya's Oripathy. I want to change the present state of the Sarkaz.
I want to walk among this civilization that I helped create, to take in the vitality of new life, something that we once had, but have long since lost.
Even if...

Even if everything that we see, all that we know, all that we cherish, no longer exists after a millennium.

Operation story: BB-7

Before operation

Summary

The Doctor makes the ultimate choice between the civilization of the past and the present. At a place unknown to any others, the Doctor meets with Theresis.

<Background 1>

[The Doctor enters a dark room. ]

Doctor : Enable administrator-level encryption.
Image number (0018_admin).
Activating recorder... Beginning video record.

<Background glitches>

<Background becomes tinted green with noise as recording activates>

Doctor : ......
......
While I slept, the ruins of our homeland nurtured new life.
Originium is what guides their development, reshaping the lifeforms from Talos-II to have a similar appearance to us.
I am rather fortunate. I have been able to leap across the millennia to communicate with them. I have even considered myself one of the people of this land for a time, experiencing their past and future.
But in the end, I am not of here. I have even begun to feel... uneasy about Theresa's efforts.
If the Originium Project ends in failure, no, even if it is merely postponed for some time... Theresa, Kal'tsit, even the future that I promised to Amiya...
The inhabitants of this planet, some of the few lifeforms known to us, are but illusions that will break at the slightest touch.
I have been lying to them and to myself for a very long time now. But... how will I explain it to Kal'tsit? Or to Theresa, or Amiya?
Am I supposed to tell them that all the pain they have been through is the key to their salvation, and they must stop fighting?
That all of Terran civilization is a fleeting dream, and only by being assimilated into Originium will we have the opportunity to avert our fate?
Seeing the lives of those they call the Infected dissipate like smoke brings pain to my heart.
It has long been a common sight on Terra, but it always marks the end of life—sorrowful and cruel.
It has been too long since I've heard a voice full of life. I can't just see them as unexpected sparks.
But what I see cannot be called a warrior's death.
Rather, they have given in to the Originium's assimilation, passing through death to join the Assimilated Universe, a chance where life can break through the deepest darkness.
Should I bow in silence at their deaths...? Or should I quietly rejoice at the smooth progression of the project?
It is for this reason that Theresa dedicates herself to her research. Kal'tsit, our AMa-10, has also chosen to believe in the potential of Terra, chosen to resist Originium and put an end to war...
But what about me?
The Originium Project was built upon the efforts of countless generations, and in that time, billions of our compatriots have died, all in exchange for a mere ten thousand years that I have spent waiting and waiting.
And now, the flint and tinder are in my hands. After all the long years. How could I abandon it?
Because Terra has left me pleasantly surprised in a few short years? Because of the choices that Theresa and Kal'tsit made?
Even if Amiya has moved me to compassion, would I not have been the selfish one all along?
They... awakened me to be their salvation, but in truth, I am destined to bring them to annihilation.
They awakened me, their destroyer, as if I were their savior...
(Chokes back tears)
Amiya... Kal'tsit...
What should I do?
Priestess... What should I do?

<Background fades to black>

Perhaps I should reveal everything to Kal'tsit and Theresa.
Originium has led them down roughly the correct path. Arrogant though it may be, this has been sufficient for these souls to perform a new kind of miracle.

<Background fades to white>

Perhaps I must re-examine Theresa and Kal'tsit's plan.
Babel's research has proceeded faster than expected, but Terra's political structure is rather primitive, and Babel does not yet have the ability to transcend the barriers of race and nation so that it may represent Terra as a whole.

<Background fades to black>

Believe in Terra. Believe in the people to build their own future.

<Background fades to white>

Carry on with the project. At least the vestiges of those who came before can live on within Originium.

<Background fades to black>

Believe in her.

<Background fades to white>

Stop her.

Priestess : Well, how could I ever blame you?
I understand your dilemma. Our debates are far beyond what those little lifeforms known as humans could participate in.
But this is the only way. You and I both know that much.
If, perhaps, we still have time before Its return, we can envision things together, achieve them together. Describe anything and everything within the boundaries of the universe together.
I hope that in those fragile moments, you will always stand by my side.
You will, won't you?

<Background glitches>

<Background 2>

Scout : And that concludes my report, Your Highness.

Theresa : The Military Commission seems to be certain we will retake region C8-10's village and supplies, but by building an outpost there, they have already fallen into a trap.

Scout : There are, however, some officers who have begun to use tactics completely different from Manfred's. This is highly irregular.
Our spies have reported seeing Nachzehrers entering the troops' camp.

Theresa : Nezzsalem...
What does the Doctor make of it?

Scout : The Doctor believes that no matter how the Sarkaz God of War intends to participate in this conflict, our arrangements will be thrown into complete disarray.

Theresa : What about you?

Scout : Everyone is well aware that many members of the Royal Court have always favored the Military Commission, which advocates for reprisals and violence.
But on account of certain restrictions—ones that you might even call rules of convention—none of them are willing to participate in the civil war.
If the sovereigns were to decide to wage war upon us in Kazdel, those Sarkaz who have not yet returned would once more be unable to find Babel on the map.
Practically speaking, if the Court sides against us, the military gap will be concerning. Plus those that support us are, for the most part, not warriors or soldiers.
For many of our troops, this is the first time they have ever held a weapon.
This is why I must speak my mind. No matter how you look at the facts, our situation is changing dramatically.

Kal'tsit : ......

Theresa : I understand.
Keep monitoring the Nachzehrer Court.

Kal'tsit : If Nezzsalem is no longer holding back, then Duq'arael is likely to act as well.

Scout : For three weeks in a row, "the Rose Riverside has no Canoes."

Theresa : The Rose Riverside is a most excellent spy network. They are able to deceive anyone they so wish, except for their sovereign lord.
Tell them to pull out immediately. Leave Kazdel if they must. Lie low in other lands.

Scout : It will be done.
I'll take my leave then, Highness.

[Scout exits the room. ]

Kal'tsit : The Royal Court. They possess the most direct capacity to use force. Nezzsalem only agreed to hand over command because he was promised a war that would reshape the land.
Although rather troublesome, it is a challenge that we would have had to face sooner or later, if we were to achieve all that we hope for.

Theresa : Babel does not blindly reject violence. It is clear to us all that if necessary, we must use force to defend our beliefs.
But this also means that the Sarkaz will further devour themselves, venting the hate they hold for the land by setting themselves ablaze.
It will mean the end of us.

Kal'tsit : Defeating the Military Commission will not solve all our problems. We must give closure to those Sarkaz who have grown up knowing only hatred and suffering, in other regards as well.
As for Oripathy and Originium, we—

[Someone knocks at the door. ]

Theresa : Please, enter.

[Ascalon walks into the room, followed by two mercenaries. ]

Ascalon : Your Highness.

Ines & W : ......

Theresa : Your wounds have not yet fully healed, Ascalon. There is no need for you to make your report in person.

Ascalon : I've recovered. Besides, this is top priority. Hoederer's team has successfully intercepted a witchcraft decoder.
The Doctor has already begun deciphering our enemy's codes. I believe we should see results soon.

Theresa : Is that so...?
Ines. W.
You have done very well.

W : ......!

Ines : Thank you, Your Highness. I hope we'll crack our enemy's comms as quickly as possible, so we can plan our next ops.

Theresa : Where is your captain, by the way?

Ines : Hoederer took a few flesh wounds, nothing too serious. He's getting treated in the infirmary right now.

Theresa : If that is the case, then I will not waste your time. Go to him.

Ines : Of course. Thank you kindly, Highness.

[Ines exits the room. ]

W : ......

Ascalon : W.

W : Eh? What?

Ascalon : Go to Hoederer.

W : Oh. I...
Alright, got it.
Guess he still ain't dead...

[W follows after Ines. ]

Ascalon : If that is all, Your Highness, I have other business—

Theresa : That reminds me...
I still haven't thought of a real name for the girl, have I?

<Background fades out>

「1093, Winter
Weather/Rainy
Kazdel Border, Kazdel 」

「The Doctor listens to the pitter-patter of the rain on the leaves, eyes closed.
Drip. Drop.
The Doctor's heart rages, filled with torment. A fowlbeast cries out in the distance. 」

??? : Answer my questions, or die here.

Doctor : Ask away.

??? : Are you betraying Babel?

Doctor : I've never been a Babel member, but I've also never abandoned them to face their struggles alone.

??? : Why have you come to me?

Doctor : I have a request.

??? : I will not speak to a myth with no name... evil spirit.
Who are you?

Doctor : ...{nickname}. Doctor {nickname}.

Theresis : ...{nickname}.

「Theresis lowers his weapon, the rain falling from the corners of his eyes onto the earth.
He does not look at the one who invited him to this clandestine meeting, instead gazing upwards at the colossal statues of so-called heroes.
Statues raised to commemorate the founding of the nomadic city of Kazdel by a pair of twins.
Even after a hundred years, his stone self still stands, sword drawn, by her side, despite the best efforts of Catastrophe and storm. 」

Theresis : Not long after she had crushed the rebellion that sought to destroy the new city, the joyful people of Kazdel invited us to witness the unveiling of these two statues.
(Ancient Sarkaz language) Heroes.
They were to watch over the border we had marked with our own two hands for generations to come, warning our foes, welcoming our friends.
I once swore an oath to her below her statue. My sword would behead all who stand against her.

「The Doctor stares at the statue of Theresis, gaze unbreaking. 」

Doctor : Does the Military Commission not stand against her?

Theresis : No. There is no part of Kazdel that has truly risen up against her. Her foe is me, and me alone.
And what of you?

Doctor : ......

「Theresis looks at the figure before him: Rainwater gathering at the hem of a long, hooded coat, rhythmically dripping onto the ground.
The shallow puddles below ripple as falling drops strike them. 」

Theresis : You ought to remember that most Sarkaz who once lived here have long since died, lost to history. There are only a handful left who know how to find this place.
You came here on foot. How far have you walked?

Doctor : Very far.

Theresis : You have broken the witchcraft cipher created by Manfred's team that he's so proud of.

Doctor : I did that a long time ago. I just never told anybody.
Even Theresa believes that I only began my work recently. Meaning, I'm in possession of nearly all of the Military Commission's battle plans.
So I created this opportunity to meet you. Alone.

Theresis : You are confident that I would not kill the strategist who poses the greatest threat?

Doctor : I am confident that what I'm about to offer is worth enough that you wouldn't.
Technology that can control Originium.

Theresis : ......

Doctor : How far can you go under so much pressure from Victoria? How do you plan to completely change the Sarkaz, and even this entire land?
I can give you the answer you need.

Theresis : You are a boastful one.
So, what is it you wish me to do, evil spirit?

[Thunder booms ominously. ]

Doctor : ...Destroy Babel. Scatter her followers. Let Theresa in on your plans.
Unify the Sarkaz under a Kazdel ruled by the Military Commission.

「The Doctor has imagined the emotions that speaking these words would incite, many times over.
"Destroy Babel"...
Only a sense of relief came over the Doctor. 」

Theresis : ......

「The Doctor stares at the statue of Theresa, unmoving, without the slightest hint of emotion. 」

Theresis : She and I have never relied on the charity of our enemies, in the course of leading Kazdel to where it stands today.
It is true that this war will only end with the decisive defeat of one of us. But you should not be the one to propose it.
Proceed. Tell me more of why you would make this request, evil spirit of an age long gone.

Doctor : You already know. There are no surprises here. Considering the near two hundred years you and Theresa spent working together, you should be able to guess.
I seek... the expansion of Originium.
Babel's struggles will only prolong the dying gasps of this land, Theresis.
No matter if you resist it or accept it, Originium will take on myriad forms, drawing all of civilization into her embrace.
Have you ever... looked up at the sky?

Theresis : ......

Doctor : Beyond that sky, far beyond the twin moons, there is a place that we would once return to, where we would sleep peacefully.
But I am the only one left, here speaking with you. In the course of the Sarkaz's eternal search for the remains of dead gods to fend off your enemies, have you ever wondered...?
Why did those gods die?

「The rain intensifies. The Doctor draws tight that trademark hood, and stands below the towering statues.
The shadows of the statues envelop the Doctor, making this figure seem ever more insignificant.
Theresis suddenly feels that the one standing before him in the rain is even harder to read than before. 」

Doctor : The burden I bear is greater than the future of the Sarkaz. If I must destroy some things to create a ladder I hope for...
I will do it. It's all I can do.
I've already hesitated for far too long.

Theresis : Destroy some things, to create a ladder...
You speak lightly of sacrifice.

Doctor : Nothing light here, Theresis.
Believe me when I say, you couldn't even conceive of what I've been through.

Theresis : ......
And where do I see your sincerity for our cooperation?

Doctor : Is the Shard not enough for you? Otherwise, even with the help of the Confessarii, you—

Theresis : It is not. It is far from enough, evil spirit.
It is only enough to spare your life. Only enough to stop me, leader of the Military Commission, from killing a fated foe here and now.
I require an even more direct means to advance this war to the next stage.

Doctor : ......

Theresis : If you wish for the Babel members to be spared, then so be it.
The Military Commission promises you that as long as Babel concedes defeat and departs Kazdel, we will not exterminate those who desert or surrender.
But you know what you must do in return.

Doctor : No... You can't...

Theresis : Who would have thought that the evil spirit, who so roused the interest of the Nachzehrer King, would be such a coward?
You can't both let Theresa live and allow the Babel members to leave safely; it's a total contradiction.
Only with the destruction of Babel and the complete eradication of its members can Theresa leave for Londinium with me.
Otherwise, it would merely be a case of the Military Commission quashing and dispersing yet another group of civilians, migrants, and pacifists.
Even without my order, such things will happen naturally.
Perhaps you believe that Theresa would be willing to step back and watch it before her eyes? She will not. And so she will resist.
You know what I ask of you. If you truly wish to save the many who stand by your side, make them willingly admit defeat and surrender to me...
Then slay their king.

Doctor : ......

Theresis : And then, I will allow Babel to leave. As it collapses, it will no longer be considered a Sarkaz endeavor, and it will grow weak, drifting to the edges of civilization.
"Destroy some things to create a ladder", {nickname}.
......
You're right. There is nothing light about this.

Doctor : ......
In your opinion, what is the meaning behind this civil war? What meaning would her death hold?

Theresis : Reclaiming our lands, rebuilding our homes, ending discrimination, and revitalizing our race. You will have heard these platitudes many times.
They are too complex, and yet too simple.
Merely a small and pitiful species trying to grasp their fate.

Doctor : I see.
In that case, I will tip the scales of destiny.
Destroy Babel, divide them, weaken them. Allow them to return to their former lives, so that they can know a moment of peace in the final century.
That way... we don't have to kill Theresa. Or at the very least, we can minimize the loss of life.

Theresis : Fretting over violence serves only to stifle you. You understand the Sarkaz better than most, but perhaps still not well enough.
I have a question myself, Dr. {nickname}.
Evil spirit of a bygone age, you who call yourself a giant, a god, a supreme creator, one who can dictate the fate of the Sarkaz. Are you the only one of your kind?

Doctor : ...I am.

Theresis : That is good to know. Go, now, without guilt, and do what you have decided to do.
If you worry there will be no one to tear you down from your lofty heights, or judge your sins. Don't. I will do it, evil spirit.
Until there are none left to toy with our fate.

<Background fades out>

「The Doctor listens to the splashing of the puddles behind, the sound of footsteps fading into the distance.
Theresis is gone, wishing to stay not a moment longer. 」

「Pale sunlight begins to seep through the gaps between the statues.
The Doctor cannot feel the slightest bit of warmth from it.
The heroes continue to gaze into the distance. They do not look beneath their feet.
There stands a figure who does not leave for a long, long time. 」

After operation

Summary

After many years, Theresis finally prepares for his departure to Londinium. Ascalon attempts to stop him, to no avail. Theresa believes in the future of Babel.

「Early 1094
The nomadic city of Kazdel, Kazdel 」

<Background 1>

[Theresis is walking down the street when Manfred catches up to him. ]

Manfred : Please wait, General!

Theresis : You are too impatient.

Manfred : But General! The Duke's envoy was almost ready to spit on—

Theresis : Did we get what we wanted?

Manfred : We got partial usage rights for the industrial area and the right to cross the border... but did it have to be so humiliating?
The Victorian dukes have you at their beck and call, treating us Sarkaz like tamed beasts. This is not what our soldiers redeployed from the civil war were promised, General!

Theresis : Is this not all that we desired?
Perhaps you would prefer the Victorians treat the Sarkaz as their greatest enemy from the beginning, banding together to face us?

Manfred : I understand. I know it's necessary for our enemies to think us weak, but this...
Many within our ranks feel this is terribly dishonorable—

Theresis : Did I promise them honor?
Do the Sarkaz have honor in the eyes of the Victorians?
You have been far too impetuous lately, Manfred.

Manfred : ......

Theresis : Dignity is of high import.
You fight for the rights of your men, and thus do people respect you. Were these ordinary times, perhaps I too would commend you.
But do you remember what we are here to do? We are preparing to steal the heart of a nation.
To bring the greatest empire on this great land to its knees.
Their prejudices have left them weak, and the Sarkaz are in hunger.
What we truly need is neither honor nor respect.

Manfred : ...I understand.

Theresis : Are our men prepared?

Manfred : Ready to depart at a moment's notice. Our people sent in advance to Londinium will support us.
The final deadline for our arrival as dictated by the Duke of Cavendish's request is fast approaching. We can set out at any time.

Theresis : Good.
Then we march to destroy Victoria.

<Background 2>

[Manfred approaches the two guards in the hall. ]

Manfred : Have you been on duty this entire time?

Military Commission Guard : Yes, sir.

Manfred : ......
Stand down for now. I wish to be alone for a while.

Military Commission Guard : Of course, sir.

[The guards leave. ]

Manfred : ......

「Once the guards leave, Manfred takes out a wine glass he had placed to the side. 」

Manfred : Care for a drink?

[He looks to Ascalon, who is standing in the shadows. ]

Ascalon : You never drank before.

Manfred : I still don't.
But the General has ordered me to learn Victorian "etiquette", all preparation for our upcoming duty.
I have learnt rather recently that those nobles pair every meal with multiple kinds of wine, each requiring its own unique glass.

[Manfred pauses and smiles. ]

Manfred : Remember when we were young and the General led us to an ancient battlefield for swordplay? The night was cold, and only after the General made some soup did we realize we had nothing to hold it in.
Thankfully, the battlefield was nothing short of spent shells, and you used those to fashion four cups.
You, me, the General, and Her Highness, carrying cups made out of shell casings while sitting in front of the fire.

Ascalon : I remember. It was a peaceful night.

Manfred : Just like this one.

「The frigid moonlight of late winter falls through the window. Manfred rests his hand upon his sword hilt that was equally as cold.
The air is still, and the two of them can hear the other's heartbeat. 」

[Ascalon approaches him. ]

Ascalon : You're going to Londinium tomorrow.

Manfred : I know you wished to see the General.

Ascalon : ......

Manfred : And you couldn't. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come to see me.

Ascalon : I gave up.
I found that when I caught a glimpse of him from a distance, the first thought that came to my mind was that I should kill him, there and then.

Manfred : Then you should applaud yourself for maintaining some reason.
And so you decided to come to me?

Ascalon : I heard you've improved your swordsmanship. Why don't we see for ourselves?

Manfred : I've never been able to best you.

Ascalon : Don't beg for mercy before you've even fallen.

Manfred : ......
There was the one time we fought in Her Highness's study.
We knocked down an entire bookshelf, and the General took our weapons away and made us tidy up the room within thirty minutes.
I knew that you did it on purpose, wanting attention from Their Highnesses.

Ascalon : Is that so?

<Background darkens>

「Ascalon hides herself away into the shadows in the blink of an eye.
Another blink, and Manfred feels a chill running across the side of his neck.
He didn't have the time to draw his sword and fight back. He didn't have the time to even think about fighting back.
Perhaps he was too tired? 」

Ascalon : If I cut your neck here, at least there will be no need for you to die in Londinium. I can just throw your corpse into the furnace.
It would spare many from dying on a distant battlefield in a foreign land.

Manfred : If you've made your decision, then kill me here. It will be your final chance.

Ascalon : ......
You've made yours, I see.

Manfred : The General says you lack conviction, but I don't think he is entirely correct.

Ascalon : You shouldn't speak so much when someone has your life in her hands.

Manfred : It is only recently that I've realized I'm not as resolute as you.
We have been brought to where we are by the invisible tides of fate, but ever since the day this war started... There is no going back for us.

Ascalon : ......
Then do your best to survive.
I won't hold back next time.

<Background returns to normal>

「The silent assassin stows her blade up her sleeve, then slowly steps back into the shadows. 」

Manfred : ...Neither will I.
If only this was our last meeting.

「Rhodes Island of Babel, Kazdel 」

<Background 3>

「A cold wind scatters the thick clouds of late winter, allowing sunlight to peek through the gaps and spread out across the bridge of the ship.
Down the stairs, Ascalon stands unmoving by a guardrail.
She shuts her eyes tight, enjoying the fleeting warmth of the sunshine.
Above the stairs, there is a clear rustling of cloth dragging against the ground.
A shadow flit across the assassin's face, blocking out the rays of sunlight. 」

Theresa : Sorry Ascalon, did I disturb your rest?
I thought I wouldn't make any sound, if I took off my shoes.

Ascalon : No. You are welcome at any time.
The ground's cold. You should put your shoes back on, Your Highness.

[Theresa puts her shoes back on. ]

Theresa : Nothing you wish to tell me, Ascalon?

Ascalon : You mean...?

Theresa : The reason you returned to Kazdel.

Ascalon : ...It was my own decision.
I thought you wouldn't agree, and I didn't know how to bring it up with Your Highness...

Theresa : Why would I not agree, Ascalon? Since it was your decision, I would trust your judgement.
Did you manage to see them?

Ascalon : ...Manfred and Theresis are both well.

Theresa : I can believe that. They're strong men.
We should finish our preparations soon as well. The operation to retake Kazdel isn't too far off now.

Ascalon : ......

Theresa : Why does your brow seem even more furrowed than before?

Ascalon : Our recent combat plans have been radical, and they've won us some battles too.
Still, I've been feeling uneasy.
Babel has changed a lot, especially...

Theresa : Yes?

Ascalon : The Doctor.
The Doctor has changed a lot too... become more efficient, more clinical. It's like... the Doctor's now a machine that never makes mistakes.

Theresa : That's just what a commander should be, no? Why would that make you worry?

Ascalon : We've got an incredible commander now, sure... But I think I trust the weirdo who kept falling off a burdenbeast more.
Is now really the best time to attack Kazdel, Your Highness?

Theresa : Your intuition has always been on the mark.

Ascalon : You've had your worries too?

Theresa : ......
Do you remember?
We've faced countless insurmountable odds over the years, but we've overcome them all.
I believe that we can go through what comes next as well.

Ascalon : We've always been in danger, yes...

Theresa : Babel carries the hopes of many, Ascalon. Faith has gotten us this far, and we cannot stop now.
We have always been at a disadvantage against the Military Commission. Now, most of their forces have redeployed to Londinium. It is a one-of-a-kind opportunity. We have no choice.

Ascalon : ......
I will be at your side, keeping you safe.

Theresa : No, Ascalon.
In the future, you must go further afield, to protect others.
Relax for now, and bask in the sunlight for a moment.

Ascalon : Your Highness...

Theresa : Oh, right, remember to not always rest on your feet. If you're tired, you should go and enjoy a nice nap in your room.

Ascalon : I'll remember.

Theresa : Hm...

[Theresa walks away. ]

「The sunlight shines upon Ascalon's face once more.
It is bright and warm. But the moment the shadow faded away, she suddenly felt some peculiar emotion flooding through her chest.
At the time, she was unable to describe what it was. It dawned on her many years later, on another sunny day.
It was an unwillingness to part ways. 」

「Londinium, Victoria 」

<Background 4>

Victorian Soldier : Mercenaries!
Message from His Grace the Duke: Storming Londinium like this was well done.
Assemble in Central in an hour. You'll be reviewed there, then you'll receive your bounty.
Hey! Did you get all that?

[Theresis walks up to the soldier. ]

Theresis : Yes. Your orders have been received.
Do let the Duke know on my behalf that we will be there on time.
The Sarkaz thank him for his generosity.

Victorian Soldier : Hmph.
Uppity devils...

[The soldier storms off. ]

Theresis : ......

「It could well be a rare fine day in Londinium, if it were not for the gun smoke filling the air. From atop the towering city walls, one can see the entire lay of this ancient city.
The General in his bloodstained uniform says not a word, his gaze fixed on the great edifice in the center of the city.
In the skies above Londinium, a dark cloud floats by. 」

Operation story: BB-8

Before operation

Summary

As Theresis shifts the strategic focus to Victoria, the civil war reaches its final moments. The Doctor draws up one final plan to retake Kazdel, and Babel's victory is close at hand.

「Spring, 1094
Rhodes Island of Babel, Kazdel 」

<Background 1>

Julie : I knew you'd come, Ascalon.

[Ascalon approaches Julie. ]

Ascalon : I'm the only one left.

Julie : Indeed.
After a few years here, you're the only one left, out of everyone I knew.

Ascalon : ......
This upcoming mission of yours...

Julie : In Londinium. You knew that already.
To tell you the truth, I'm a little bit bothered by it. This isn't my first time going undercover, but...
It's the first time for me to step outside of Kazdel.
I heard you used to travel around for months?

Ascalon : It's not the same as going to Victoria, though.
You are going to be a sleeper agent in Theresis's mercenary army. When the time is right, you'll be provoking an armed rebellion.

Julie : Will killing Theresis really solve our problems?

Ascalon : No. The Military Commission is no longer reliant on any one strongman. This is exactly what Theresis wants.
So, the best way for you to accomplish your mission is to cause a disturbance at the right time. It'll sow doubts among the Victorian dukes, and they can do the dirty work for you.
Londinium is the heart of Victoria. They've got nowhere to run. The city will witness the downfall of the entire Military Commission.

Julie : And then you guys will beat up the whole Nachzehrer Court and take back Kazdel, right?

Ascalon : Still, Julie, you should—

Julie : Oh, don't be like that! I've been undercover before. It's just... you know, having to fool both Theresis and the Victorians at the same time... I've barely met any Feline who can do that!
I've even been practicing my Victorian just for this...

Ascalon : That's not what I meant.
Never mind. Here, for you.

Julie : What's this? My old clothes?
My name's been sewn into the lining... Did Her Highness do this?

Ascalon : Her Highness wanted to give this to you in person, but I don't want you two to meet at this moment.
I... would rather she not have to suffer too much.

Julie : ......

Ascalon : You know what I mean. You know that everyone involved in this plan is considered sacrificed already.
Her Highness knows this. She wanted to say goodbye to you all in person, but that would only make it hard for her to sleep at night.
So I lied to her. I told her you all left earlier than planned.
I'm sorry, Julie. You might have wanted to meet Her Highness too.

「Julie does not reply. She strokes the name sewn onto her clothes with linen, feeling its rough texture in silence.
"Julie".
She remembers how Her Highness would teach them lessons.
She is more used to killing people than learning things in a classroom. Although she would doze off as she didn't understand a thing, she knew in her heart that everything Her Highness said was right.
That's why she has never raised a question in class. 」

Julie : Who wouldn't want to see Her Highness one last time? But I don't mind it's you who gives me this. I've learned a lot from you in these past few years too.
Ah. You're not thinking that you might be more qualified for this mission than I am, are you?

Ascalon : No, I'm not.

Julie : There were some people who actually mentioned you at the meeting earlier, but we all agreed that it's best if you stay in Kazdel with Her Highness.
As for me, I've always been on my own, so I was the first to suggest...

Ascalon : You could go and join Scout's team. I remember you have already applied for it.

Julie : That was just because I wanted to learn everything I could from a hero, all so that I could beat you one more time.
We fight more or less in the same way. It's kind of a bummer leaving without having sparred enough with you.
Hmph. I really wouldn't be telling you all this if it wasn't for the fact that I'm about to head off already.

Ascalon : Do you... have anything else you'd like to say?

Julie : Nope. I never expected my first time leaving home would also be my last. I also never expected the person sending me off would be the unsmiling, silent head assassin who's always standing by the King's side.
Answer me honestly, Ascalon.
What's it like out there, in the lands beyond Kazdel?

Ascalon : ......

「Ascalon does not answer. It seems that Julie did not expect to receive one in the first place.
Julie simply gets up and leaves at a languid pace.
As though she was just heading off to get a bottle of top-notch wine.
Ascalon watches her as she walks off into the distance.
She suddenly feels like there is something unfamiliar about Julie, the same feeling as if she were unable to recognize her own reflection in the mirror. 」

「Three months later...
Village on the outskirts of Londinium, Victoria 」

<Background 2>

[Julie enters the village. ]

Julie : Come out already. There's no use hiding.
We received the info while in the city that there's a squad heading off to Kazdel. That must be you lot, right?
We've blocked off all the other roads out of this village, and don't even think about passing through me here.

[An assassin suddenly rushes at her, but Julie blocks the attack with her sword and slashes them. ]

??? : —

Julie : Got you.
Look at your wounds and all. I doubt you could beat a civilian in a state like this.

「She shakes her sword with disdain, flicking off the blood on it. 」

Julie : Or maybe you're waiting for your buddies to come help you out?

Mysterious Assassin : ...The others are all dead?

Julie : As a doornail.
All your friends are dead, so why does it feel like you're breathing a sigh of relief?

Mysterious Assassin : Death is but a mercy... my friend.

Julie : ......
Who the hell are you guys?

Mysterious Assassin : That does not matter.

[The assassin tries to attack again, but Julie slashes first. ]

Mysterious Assassin : Ngh... Gah...
Your blade struck true. *cough*...

「She hears the assassin break out in laughter under her blade.
Only once he has finally stopped breathing does she peel off his mask.
Julie freezes. She thinks hard for a long while, before finally realizing the identity of the Sarkaz based on the marred birthmark by the corner of his eye.
His portrait had been circulated around the Scar Market's book of bounties before.
He had many aliases, but nobody knew what his real name was. He has been active for far too long, long enough to become the subject of boasts and quips from drunken mercenaries.
But the two horns that marked his bloodline and identity have been cut clean off, leaving eternal scars on his head. 」

Julie : Those other masked nutjobs willing to die for their cause... Did they also like chopping their horns off?
Did you need to go this far to muster enough courage to assassinate Her Highness? Was it because you had to bare steel against the King of Sarkaz, against one of the Six Heroes?
Whatever... I can tell just by looking at you all that you haven't dealt with Her Highness Theresa before.
Well, don't you worry, I'll burn away your faces. Sure, you'll be turned into some real stinky charcoal, but it beats being remembered as a sinner.
You guys can't go back to Kazdel, and this is the only thing I can do to help you. To be honest, I don't think you and I are all that different.
I can't go back to Kazdel either.

「Julie and her companions pile up the assassins' corpses, set the grisly pyramid alight, then set off in the direction of Londinium.
The blaze behind them crackles. A thought suddenly pops up in Julie's mind. The furnace in Kazdel doesn't sound like this.
What was it like? She heard it all the time when she was little. 」

Julie : ...Can't remember any of it.

<Background 3>

Doctor : Kal'tsit.

[Kal'tsit answers on her transceiver. ]

Kal'tsit : Our elites have been deployed to all the key strategic points.

Doctor : Good. Listen up, there is a clear power gap between us and the Military Commission. Laying siege to Kazdel would have been an impossible operation.
But thanks to the Duke of Cavendish's ultimatum, Theresis has marched to Londinium earlier than planned.
Kazdel now only has some of the Royal Court factions aligned with the Military Commission to oversee it. He has almost abandoned the city.

<Background 4>

[Mantra listens to the broadcast. ]

Doctor : This has no doubt left both the civilians and remaining soldiers in disarray.
Once the banner of the Military Commission falls, Her Highness Theresa will proclaim that they have abandoned Kazdel, and in turn proclaim the liberation of Kazdel by Babel.

<Background 5>

[Ascalon and Odda listen to the broadcast. ]

Doctor : This battle line will be formed by multiple points rather than an entire front. We must strike swiftly and precisely.

Kal'tsit : Due to the disparity in military strength, almost every single one of our armed personnel who still heeds the command of Babel has been assigned to taking the city.

<Background 6>

[Scout and Ace listen to the broadcast. ]

Kal'tsit : Thus, the landship's defense will be relatively weak.

Doctor : Her Highness Theresa will remain on the landship to balance the situation. We will retain a suitable force to guard the ship too, under my personal command.
Once the city gates of Kazdel have been broken open and the path to the Soul Furnace has been made safe, Her Highness will meet with the main army at all speed.
We have six hours to storm the city, else the Military Commission will have the opportunity to organize a powerful counterattack. If that time comes, our weaker Babel forces will be exposed to danger.
By the light of the setting sun, Babel will capture the Furnace and the Royal Court's chamber, and the banner of Babel will rise with the moons.
And when that time comes...

<Background 3>

Doctor : A ceasefire will resound across all Kazdel.
I have faith that we will all succeed.

[The Doctor stops the broadcast. ]

Doctor : Phew...

[Theresa enters the command center. ]

Theresa : Wonderful organization, Doctor.

Doctor : Just some big talk meant to boost morale. I'm sure Kal'tsit and our experienced fighters can see right through it.
Babel is going to take heavy losses.

Theresa : It's not quite Theresis's style, allowing so many flaws to go exposed.
But I trust you, Doctor. I believe that with this price we must pay, we can take back Kazdel.
Theresis is going to fight for the power he most craves in Londinium. If our assumptions are correct, once he tears apart that empire, he will set his sights back on this city.

Doctor : Is there no room for two Kazdels on this great land?

Theresa : Perhaps there is. But if we were to split our combined strength in two, then we would not be able to resist the next invasion of our enemies.
Moreover, while the city can always be rebuilt, what the Sarkaz have been truly failed to do for millennia is to unify.
Even the Military Commission failed to gather together all the surviving factions of the Royal Court.

Doctor : ......

Theresa : Are you wondering if things would be different if it was Theresis who wore the crown?

Doctor : No, they wouldn't. The Sarkaz who'd come rushing into the city, escaping from wars and trying to feed themselves, would still band together and fight their King.
To band together... Such a simple and yet unimaginable way to put it.

Theresa : ...Indeed.
According to Kal'tsit's rough calculations, the population of Sarkaz currently living in Kazdel only constitutes thirty to forty percent of all Sarkaz across Terra.
A unification under the banner of hate would be effective yet short-lived. A unification under peace allows us to discuss development and our future.
It is not that Theresis or the Sarkaz does not understand all this, it's just that... the war broke out anyway.
Even if we take Kazdel back, Doctor, perhaps this war will still go on.
But maybe it will do for now.

Doctor : ......

Theresa : After our victory, I'd like you to take a look around the city.
It is my home, and the home of many Babel Members... it is also Kal'tsit's home.
You have fought for Babel for so long, yet you have never set foot in the homeland of our memories. I haven't been a very good host in this deal of ours, have I, Doctor?
See how the Soul Furnace brings light and heat to Kazdel, this city built on our pain, and you might see why we are so greedy in our desire for a peaceful tomorrow.

Doctor : ...I will.

「Outskirts of an abandoned town, Kazdel 」

<Background 5>

Ascalon : How are things in town, Odda?

[Odda answers on his transceiver. ]

Odda : We're still pursuing the remaining mercenaries! They have pretty much all holed up inside some abandoned buildings. I'm afraid it'll take a while to root them all out.

Ascalon : Don't be reckless. Pay attention to the time and don't forget what the Doctor said.
Our objective is to clear the flanks, then regroup on the battlefront ASAP.

Odda : I know. If not for the Doctor's contingency plan, we most likely would have been gotten by that ambush of theirs.
But... something's strange in this. It's clear that this town's right in the path of the Catastrophe, so why would this gang of mercs risk ambushing us here?

Ascalon : I'm still investigating that myself.

Odda : We just need to find their leader then, Ascalon, although I can't guarantee that they'll have answers we need.

Ascalon : I know. Stay safe.

[Odda ends the transmission. ]

「A Catastrophe. Its brutal winds batter Ascalon.
Faint blasts from the horizon distract her, as though they are reminding her— 」

??? : We are destined to walk along this path.

[Ascalon freezes for a moment then dodges a massive fist from behind her. ]

Ascalon : ...It's you.

[Scareye appears. ]

Scareye : Long time no see.
You've grown, Ascalon. You really have toughened yourself up on the battlefield over the last few years.

Ascalon : I assumed you would have joined that man in huddling behind Londinium's walls like a coward.

Scareye : Me? Follow the Regent? Haha, I'm afraid you've got that wrong, Ascalon.
Mercenaries never "follow" anyone. All we care about is profit.
Here in Kazdel, the only thing that helps you earn that profit is violence. Lucky for us that we have the knack of sniffing it out.
Naturally, I am happy to help everyone see what prospects might show up on this list of jobs in a suitable manner. After all, the Scar Market never makes wrong investment decisions—

[Ascalon rushes at him. ]

「Ascalon's sleeve-blade stabs at the giant's back, only to find his hand blocking the attack.
It seems that his hand had been there all along. No movement is detected. 」

Ascalon : If he thought that you could stop us yourself, then I'm afraid that he's living in a fantasy.

Scareye : Wrong again, Ascalon.
The mercenaries are here because of the Regent's commission. Yes. And it's none of my business. But have you ever wondered why I am here?
I'm here to see you, Ascalon. A completely unrelated matter.

Ascalon : —?

[A sudden transmission comes in... ]

Odda : *Bzzzzz*—Ugh—Ascalon, the town—
*Bzzzz*—Another ambush!

[...and then cuts off. ]

Ascalon : Odda? Odda!

[Ascalon turns to rescue Odda, but Scareye blocks her path. ]

Scareye : I didn't say you could leave, Ascalon.
The moment those people stepped into that town, their fates were sealed. You can't save them.
Do you still remember the first time we met?
We're already at the confluence of fate.
Here, I see a rather abrupt ending.
I've always wondered, could I change that ending? Perhaps I could dredge up a stone from the rough rapids of destiny...
...And place it wherever I want, to see what ripples would arise that should not exist in the first place...
Could the Cyclopes control prophecy?

Ascalon : Get lost.
Or die.

[Ascalon slashes at him, but Scareye calmly deflects her attack and shoves her off. ]

Scareye : I already told you, there's no need to try for any surprise attacks. I can "see" them coming.

Ascalon : Theresis has taught me many things, but there is only one thing I remember clear as crystal.
The blade in my hand can solve most of my problems.
Scareye... Can you see nothingness?

「A thick mist, mingled with dust, spreads across the area.
Everything is indistinct. The assassin's figure gradually becomes a blur in the fog. 」

Ascalon : Doesn't matter if it's fate or prophecy. I've had enough of your tricks.

Scareye : —

Ascalon : You believe you can see beyond time—
You believe you can rely on fate to guide you to your profit—
But you're nothing more than an addict playing at fortune-teller in the end, Scareye.

「Ascalon's voice fades away. The giant's ears only hear the wind. The giant's eyes only see the mist.
Strange. Even though he can see a hundred different ways of his own death whenever he wakes up, now...
He sees none— 」

「Crack.
His mask shatters.
His eyes had been hidden beneath that mask for nearly a century. He doesn't need them to see reality. Too many people, too many things, all unworthy of his sight.
And as the evening light rushes into the cracks on his mask, seeping into his excited, dilated pupils— 」

Ascalon : Do you see your death now?

「No. He sees a precipice.
The rapid waters of the confluence of fate are flowing over it. 」

Scareye : Before we continue this fight, Ascalon, allow me to give you a prophecy, free of charge.
A story.

After operation

Summary

On the eve of victory, the unexpected happens. Theresa is made aware of the Doctor's chaotic thoughts.

「Someplace in the wilderness, Kazdel 」

<Background 7>

Scareye : ......
...Hah.
Haha! Hahahaha!
Prophecy? As if this could be called prophecy! Ascalon did NOT kill me!
What has been spoken still requires discernment, what has been discerned can still be altered. The essence of prophetic Arts is merely conjecture and calculation. No wonder there is no destiny that can't be defied!
The Cyclops Court is nothing more than a big, sick joke!
*spit* That hurts.

[Several of Scareye's goons approach him. ]

Scareye : I didn't die under Ascalon's blade. This isn't what I prophesized...
Then maybe she's the one who should've died.
She's bound to come confirm that I'm dead. When that happens, you lot can nail down her shadow and rip her to shreds.
She's wounded too. I didn't get all beaten up for nothing after all...

[Surprisingly, the mercenaries pull out their weapons. ]

Scareye : What are you guys doing?

Sarkaz Mercenary : ......

Scareye : You're aiming at me? Really?
Who bought you off?

Sarkaz Mercenary : Nobody, boss.
It's just a good opportunity to get a promotion.

Scareye : An opportunity? I see. Babel's entered the city, and you could take my head to curry favor with them.
If Babel loses, you can always go back to the Scar Market. Nothing to lose.
......

Sarkaz Mercenary : ......

「Scareye silently looks at the soldiers he set up for the ambush himself.
The wind sweeps past, carrying the faint scent of his blood. 」

Scareye : Heh.
It's a good plan, fellas.

[The mercenaries relentless attack Scareye with their swords until he dies. Afterwards, they gather around his body and begin to butcher it. ]

「Fate did not kill him. He made it. He had reversed a prophecy.
And then he died atop a stage of his own making. 」

「Londinium, Victoria 」

<Background 8>

[Theresis steps outside the palace. ]

「The huge palace complex situated in the center of Londinium is always too quiet.
Theresis disdains the apathetic nobles who live within. He only respects those who put their lives on the line to fight a way out and come up to him.
Even if the swords that they raise are pointed at Theresis himself— 」

[Theresis defends an attack coming towards Manfred. ]

Theresis : Showing mercy to your enemy will only result in your own death, Manfred. Do not repeat that mistake again.

Manfred : Forgive me, General. I thought—

Theresis : Focus on the enemy. It seems these traitors have been sharpening their blades for this ambush for a while now.
They have stirred the hearts of the Victorians. We are the only ones who can extinguish this rebellion now.
*Ancient Sarkaz Language*—

「By the time he murmurs his covert orders, a group of silent figures are already appearing on the chaotic battlefield.
Like a passing gale rattling the raindrops in a storm. 」

Name-Forsaken Sacrificer : Stand back.

[The assassins rush towards the Babel fighters. ]

Babel Assassin : Hmph. We'll handle these guys.
Julie, you and the rest keep going.

[Julie pulls out her sword. ]

Julie : Got it.

[She rushes toward Theresis, but is halted by Manfred. ]

Manfred : Don't even think of getting close to the General.

Julie : No need to rush. It'll be your turn soon.

[Manfred swings his sword at Julie, who deflects his attack. ]

Manfred : I am the General's guard captain, assassin.

Julie : Then you're gonna wanna hold your sword tight.

[The two rush toward each other. ]

<Background flashes>

「An inconspicuous arc sweeps past Julie's eyes.
A chill runs through her spine. Her body stiffens.
She thinks of the day that she saw Her Highness in the Scar Market.
At the time, she did not even dare to raise her sword. 」

[Theresis steps to intervene. ]

Theresis : Enough, Manfred.

Manfred : General!

Theresis : They have come to me in search of an honorable death, not mercy.
They are using their lives to show me the future as they see it.
You are in a race. She is facing countless threats in Kazdel, just as we are here.
Such a race only ends with my life, or hers.
I will give you a chance. Come, deathmongers. Kill me. Do not disappoint Theresa.

Countdown
2 hours, 7 minutes, 21 seconds

<Background 9>

Logos : "SHATTER".

[The gates of Kazdel explode open. Fighting rapidly ensues. ]

Panicked Royal Court Soldier : Th-The gates have fallen! They're about to come through!

<Background fades out and in>

Countdown
1 hour, 33 minutes, 48 seconds

Kal'tsit : Notify all operations within the city to disarm the patrolling troops.

[Ace replies via transceiver. ]

Ace : The defenses in the city are weak. It's pretty much just the Military Commission's defense forces.
We'll strike at them before they can regroup. Move fast.

[Ace ends the transmission. ]

Kal'tsit : Even if both sides are trying to prevent the battle from spreading into the city, this is still rather irregular.
Send all our intelligence back to the Doctor. All operating teams, quicken your pace, and stay vigilant at all times.
Take down the Military Commission's flag in the plaza, and tune our radio into all frequencies in the city.

<Background fades out and in>

Countdown
49 minutes, 59 seconds

Kal'tsit : Prepare for the landship's connection. We want to let Her Highness and the others enter the region that we control ASAP.
Also contact Ascalon's team and tell them to rendezvous quickly. Three teams have already completed their deployments ahead of schedule.

Logos : Where to next, Dr. Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : The former site of Babel.
Babel's flag has not been raised there for many years.

「Kal'tsit walks along the street. She's still familiar with the route to Babel's offices.
The Sarkaz on the street quietly move about, climbing as high as they can on the surrounding buildings, gazing at the same ruins within the city.
A flag that has not been seen in Kazdel for many years slowly rises.
Babel has returned. 」

<Background 10>

Theresa : ......
Mantra's latest report says we've managed to completely clear five main roads.
If everything is going according to plan, Kal'tsit should have seen the fires of the Soul Furnace by now.
Kazdel's defenses are all but crippled, Doctor. We can board the city now.

Doctor : Good.
But the Military Commission will not give up on Kazdel. If we want complete control of the city, we still need a bit more time.
By then, we might not be able to completely avert the destruction of Kazdel's center city—

Theresa : Wait.
I felt them.

Doctor : What?

Theresa : They are still here, but they have no intention of aiding anyone.
It seems that some arrogant bystanders have joined our battle.

Doctor : Theresa.

Theresa : Hmm...
I also feel... enemies. Not ordinary ones.
Their souls burn with killing intent, sorrow, misery and determination.

Doctor : The Military Commission's assassins. They intended to use the city as bait all along, so they can inflict heavy damage on Babel's headquarters.
This was also within my calculations. But this time, there is no wagering or planning our way out of this. We must defeat the assassins, then return to our city.
I will go control the landship's defense systems and mount a defense.

Theresa : Go, Doctor.
We need not bring another fight into the city, not as it bathes in the twilight afterglow.

<Background 9>

「Countdown
22 minutes, 48 seconds 」

Kal'tsit : Closure, have you made contact with the landship?

[Closure replies via transceiver. ]

Closure : Still no response.

Kal'tsit : ......

Closure : I-I'm still overriding the city's broadcast power settings, and trying to expand its range. Maybe the landship's comms have a temporary malfunction... I'm doing my best to bring it back online!

Kal'tsit : ......

[The transmission ends. ]

<Background fades out and in>

「Countdown
12 minutes, 57 seconds 」

Kal'tsit : ......

[Logos walks towards Kal'tsit. ]

Logos : I sense something peculiar, Dr. Kal'tsit.
My mother... She's prepared incantations for every person dear to her heart. When they pass away, an elegy will play in our minds.
I am still in good health at present, but...

「Kal'tsit suddenly feels her blood run cold. 」

<Background 11>

[The Doctor opens the door to an empty room and enters. ]

Doctor : Even if Babel can capture Kazdel, it is bound to suffer grave losses.
Theresis was right. They can't unite. The division of the Sarkaz will be the new norm. Even given a long time, the Sarkaz are unable to go from a weak community to a world leader.
Most importantly, I pointed out another path to Theresis. His plans in Londinium will have a greater chance of success if the Sarkaz corrupt the land with Originium and destroy their enemies.
Isn't this a good thing?
Such a determined race is now our followers. They will become the first brilliant bloodstain on the curtain of Originium as it spreads.
That's right... We have no need to destroy them. No need to kill her.
I... should use the "Civilight Eterna". I should try to guide its hidden functions, and then I wouldn't need to...

Searching internal array. Administrator permissions found.

[The controls beep. ]

Verified. Valid permissions.
Welcome, Dr. {nickname}.
Entering (Shipwide Defense System). Please confirm subsequent operation.

Doctor : ......

<Background fades to white>

Should I really let Babel continue their actions at this point?
Am I really going to renounce the sacrifices of billions of our people in the distant past, renounce their flesh and blood, ballads and songs, renounce the spark that they have waited for ten thousand years, renounce the Originium Project... all for a race who doesn't even know what the barrier is?
If, for the sake of Terra, Originium was stopped... If Theresa truly succeeds...
Then what have we been waiting for during the ten thousand years?

<Background fades to black>

Theresa and the races of Terra... Do they really not have even the slightest chance of success?

<Background fades to white>

They do not. How could I be so naive as to believe that? They are disunited, narrow-minded, undeveloped... An accident of life, a fortunate survival, that's all.

<Background fades to black>

All lives have the right to believe in their own hopes.

<Background fades to white>

But we have no time left.
It is right in front of us.

<Background 10>

[Theresa tries to contact the Doctor, but to no avail. ]

Theresa : ...Doctor?
Doctor! Can you hear me?

[Theresa pauses. ]

Theresa : That's strange. There are some... peculiarities in the Doctor's emotions.
Intense, and... shadowed.
Doctor, what exactly...?

<Background fades to black>

......
......
Look.

There is the fiery light from the torn apart portal, like a smoldering gash across the sky.
Only after centuries will it dissipate into nothingness.
The stars are leaving from where we stand, like leaves trembling in the night.
Yet that ship from Talos-II still arrived at these rubble-strewn ruins.
That is life.
That is what we lost after our final day. That is the ancient ode to dispel any darkness.

[Some unknown figure seems to be speaking these words. ]

???
To this day, we still do not understand how life appeared in this vast sea of stars.
But I think we should sing the praises of all that lives, and sing our own praises as well.
Originium is our song, the melody we offer to those who come after. Meddling with the evolution of civilization is arrogance, but I had no other choice.

Oracle : I have reneged on my promise. I have betrayed she who waited within time itself.
It is because of the love I felt. Love for life. Love for existence. Love is eternally pure. It leaves me unthinking.
Kal'tsit. Learn to love. Learn to believe. You have to think. Go and lead. Go and face the rolling stones that fall down the hills, screaming as they go.
But in the end... I believe that you can learn to love. It is eternally pure. It is the child of every breathing creature. It is our nature.
Go. Kal'tsit. Go see your surroundings, then see what lies by the most distant of mountains. Go seek what forms existence takes. I must go back.
She had once taught me everything, once explored everything with fervor. But she has changed. She will not give me much time to act of my own accord.
May we meet again, next time. We will meet again. Kal'tsit.

Oracle : I believe in them. I believe in you, Kal'tsit.
Kal'tsit. I do not have much time left.
Search for traces of life. Search for hope and a future.
Kal'tsit... Go find your own answer.
Find yourself.

<Background fades to black>

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Are you sure you want to disable the Shipwide Defense System?
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<Background gltiches>

<Background 10>

[Theresa jolts back. ]

Theresa : ...!
Doctor—!

[The lights shut down. ]

<Background black>

(Restart boarding ID verification) selected. Confirmed.
(Restart Shipwide Communications Modules) selected. Confirmed.
Loading...
Countdown has reached zero.

<Background 11>

Doctor : ......

[The Doctor walks away from the controls. ]

「The fluorescence of the control panel reflects off the Doctor's mask.
As the screen shuts down, the face beneath the mask is shrouded in darkness again. 」

<Background black>

How would you describe those who would pay any price to defend their people?
Some would call them heroes. Some would call them legends.

But such titles best take root in times of widespread war.
As a short era of peace begins, in the space of a night, those living legends will all be relegated to the land of stories and tales.

The children who hear such tales will ask: why have all the people who bear such grand titles disappeared?
...

Theresis : Because they chose to stay in the past.
They had seen through their duty, and the new era they founded has no place for them.
Legends are forgotten. Heroes pass out of memory.
And death arrives as it always does. None can escape it.
Duty spurs a hero to write an answer with death, to tread a muddy road.
That is our fate.

「1086
The eve of Babel's departure from Kazdel 」

<Background 13>

Theresis : Perhaps after many years, those who were left behind and vanished after we built our home will join us in our causes.
They will bear a name wracked with infamy and settle this debate for us.

[Theresa steps beside him. ]

Theresa : Perhaps.

「The twins stand shoulder to shoulder.
By means of the memories stored within the Black Crown, they walk along the battlefield of yesteryear. Just as it was in the past.
The two mixed-blood Sarkaz step off the King's collapsed chariot, walking toward the battle...
Walking toward the future. 」

Theresis : So is this where we part ways?

Theresa : It is. Here, where we joined hands to change Kazdel, we part.

Theresis : Even though you have been their King for so many years, at times... you are as you were back then.

Theresa : Back when we were still young, I would often prick my fingers as I was sewing, staining the robes I would sell. Do you remember?

Theresis : Yes...

Theresa : At the time, you were still a gloomy recruit, not allowed to wield a real sword, always dreaming of becoming a soldier of Kazdel one day.
I, for my part, still did not understand why we had to hide wherever we went.
But then came the day that the Royal Court took note of my work, and I got to meet Yliš. During that meeting, I summoned my courage to ask the King of Sarkaz—
Where does our future lie?
He had no answer, only bidding me to leave.
Only once I saw our defeated troops return to their homeland in ruins did I finally understand. The answer I sought could not be found in other lands, but "here"—
—In "Kazdel".

Theresis : Kazdel will only return to glory when one of us is gone.
But the one who is destined to lose is you. Must you persist with this, Theresa?

Theresa : There are many by my side who support me.

Theresis : Most Sarkaz who have suffered oppression and humiliation choose rebellion and violence.
No matter if those who remain wish it or not, they will eventually be swept along by the tides and drawn into wars.

Theresa : But our generation must do something. I do not wish for this hatred in my hand to pass on to the next, where it will continue to fester and grow anew.
Even if I cannot change the future, the hope that will ignite the spark must be carried forward.

Theresis : I too must take charge of those who follow me.
The cries answering the war do not come solely from Kazdel. There is no place for us anywhere in these lands.
All I can do is give them a push.
And so I will stay here. I choose to stay in the past, where the new generation of Sarkaz will one day look back.
Just like you.

Operation story: BB-9

Before operation

Summary

As the war approaches its end, Babel's landship is stripped of all its defenses, and the assassins targeting Theresa flood in.

「Outside Rhodes Island of Babel, Kazdel 」

<Background 1>

[Dozens of assassins surround the RI landship. ]

Determined Assassin : Babel is defenseless, as the Regent said.

Cautious Assassin : Keep quiet. Stay alert.
Stick to the original route and find the King. A Route and B Route, stand by.

Determined Assassin : Their main force is not on the ship. They will need time to call for support.
Babel's guards still haven't noticed us.

Cautious Assassin : His Highness was right. There is someone high up in the enemy's chain of command helping us.
All units, enter the ship. We settle this quickly. Avoid anything unexpected.

[A weird humming noise fills the room. ]

「Ten minutes ago, Amiya was roused by a strange sound.
Babel is continually being maintained and renovated. It has already seen massive changes compared to when she first arrived at her new home.
"Maybe Closure is busy fixing things again?"
The Doctor left Amiya many picture books in her room, with illustrated stories she had never heard of before.
Her favorite is one that tells of someone who falls from the sky riding a fantastical vehicle, and the many adventures that come of it.
But she is not fond of the ending. The hero repairs the vehicle and has to return to the sky, saying goodbye to the children on the ground. 」

<Background 2>

Amiya : I really don't like all this noise. The Doctor still isn't here...
Theresa... I need to go find Theresa.

<Background 3>

[Amiya walks down the corridor. ]

Amiya : Hello, Mr. Downing! You dropped your pliers on the ground. Here!

Babel Member : Thank you, Amiya. Where are you going?

Amiya : I'm going to the Speaker's Office to find Theresa. Oh, right. Have you seen the Doctor?

Babel Member : The Doctor? It's been a few days. That one ought to be in the Command Center overseeing the operation, I think?

Amiya : I knew the Doctor must be busy with something... Okay. Bye-bye!

[Amelia runs off. ]

Babel Member : Don't run so fast, Amiya! There's still a lot of places being overhauled on the ship, so make sure you don't trip!
That girl really is—

[An assassin suddenly slashes from behind... ]

Babel Member : Urgh...

[...and the Sarkaz falls to the ground. ]

Cautious Assassin : This one's handled. Proceed.

Determined Assassin : Our men on the inside are already on standby at every ambush spot. We can begin a coordinated assault at any time.
If you see anyone, don't hesitate. Those left on the ship are no threat.

<Background 4>

[Amiya knocks at the door to Theresa's office. ]

Amiya : I brought my book, Theresa—
Huh? Why is the door shut?

[She knocks again. ]

Amiya : Theresa, it's me! Are you in there?

[Amiya starts tinkering with the lock... ]

Amiya : Closure once taught me another way to open the door...
It's open!

[...and enters the room. ]

Amiya : Theresa—

Theresa : What are you doing here, Amiya?

Amiya : I heard some loud noises that sounded really close... I got a little scared.

Theresa : ......
We can go home soon.

Amiya : You look tired...

Theresa : Would you like to stay with me while I work?
Is this... a storybook?
I see. Well, as long as it's for you, I think I can take a short break. The Doctor and Dr. Kal'tsit won't mind.

Amiya : Thank you, Theresa!

Theresa : Alright, come sit over here. Once we finish this story, I'll take you to my homeland to play.

[Theresa flips through the book's pages. ]

Theresa : So, where did we leave off last time?

<Background 5>

Nezzsalem : ......
Stand back, Duq'arael.
You are covered in the blood of the mediocre.

[Duq'arael approaches him. ]

Duq'arael : Merely some heirs making ridiculous comments on the situation. Nobody should be making light of that pair of siblings' lives or deaths at this moment.
It is a grave disrespect.
Should you not be retreating and defending the inner city right now, Nezzsalem?

Nezzsalem : That has nothing to do with the war I am waiting for.

Duq'arael : Theresis asked you to come and ensure her death?

Nezzsalem : Is this not you being contemptuous of those siblings yourself? The Regent would not stoop to such methods.
I am only here to witness the end of this war, and the beginning of another.
If the King of Sarkaz is struck down, I will bear the deathly pall of this moment. On behalf of the King, I will witness the victory I grasp from the abyss.

Duq'arael : So, you still feel sorrow.

Nezzsalem : As do you.

<Background 6>

[Laqeramaline is walking through the marshlands. ]

「The wreath of reeds slowly sinks into the riverbed. The gloomy mists have not dispersed for days. 」

Laqeramaline : Aefanyl... Are you still by her side?
For whom does the elegy ring out?

<Background 4>

[Theresa closes the book. ]

Theresa : ......

Amiya : Why did you stop, Theresa? We just got to the important part of the story!

Theresa : I thought I'd leave a little suspense for you, Amiya. Would you mind if I used another, more comfortable way to tell you this story?

Amiya : But... Okay.

Theresa : Watch out, Amiya.

Amiya : A bubble! Huh? This is—

「Black ripples continuously wash over the pure white room, as though Amiya has plunged into a pool filled with ink. 」

<Background fades out>

「The black bubbles cut off all sound, just as they obscure Amiya's sight.
Beyond the bubbles, Theresa's figure becomes more and more indistinct.
Retreating further into the distance. 」

Amiya : There...sa...?

Theresa : Stay inside for now, Amiya. Sleep well.
You will be safe by my side.
*sigh*...

[Assassins pour into the room. ]

Determined Assassin : Theresa. Your Highness...
We will use our lives as proof of the future that the General pursues.

Theresa : No, I was sighing about something else.
Honestly, there is no need to cover your face in front of me.
I still remember you from back when you accepted Yliš's orders before his chariot. Your heroism and valor in that battle moved me.
I remember most of your fellows as well.
You are all worthy of the title of "brave warrior", in no way inferior to those heroes fighting in Kazdel this very moment.

Determined Assassin : We aren't covering our faces to hide our identities. We knew they would do nothing here.
We have cut off our horns, abandoned our names, even destroyed every inch of our skin that can be used to identify us. All so that after we use such wretched methods to kill the King of Sarkaz—
We will not be remembered by the Sarkaz. We can't be remembered.
Do it.

[The assassins rush forward towards Theresa, who uses her Arts to hold them back. ]

<Background fades out>

「The rushing air engulfs the assassins' blades like a swamp, as they incessantly stab forwards.
Swoosh—
The trembling of the blades causes the air surrounding them to resonate. They press on. They continue to stab.
The ones holding the blades are buffeted and submerged by waves they cannot resist. 」

<Background 4>

Theresa : I remember your names.
I remember you. Luca.
You held back a Steam Knight on your own. You hid yourself within the steam to pull them out, and beheaded them before friend and foe.

[Theresa shoots her Arts at him. ]

「The assassin's life fades away. 」

Theresa : I remember you too. Liens.
Out of the countless Sarkaz with that name, you are the one who stood out most. After being taken captive by Spire Casters, you freed three of your compatriots from their camp and destroyed their Arts Circle.

<Background flashes>

<Background Theresa deflects an attack from the assassin before firing more Arts at him.>

「Another death, and yet it cannot stop them from approaching Theresa. 」

Theresa : And then you. Levin.
You took an arrow for Theresis, losing an arm in the process, but survived hell itself until you managed to retreat.
I do not wish for you all to die nameless and unknown.
At the very least... I will remember.

<Background flashes>

[Theresa launches explosive Arts that kills the assassin. ]

「More and more corpses pile up by her side, while the room she has left to stand is whittled away, little by little.
She sighs, wiping the blood from her neck, accidentally smearing the dark red across her white dress. 」

Determined Assassin : We want to do something for the Sarkaz before we die. And so now we stand before you...
We have come to kill you. The King we once swore an oath of loyalty to.
We know your strength better than anyone. So, allow us damned traitors to escort you to hell.

Theresa : ......

After operation

Summary

Theresa is gravely wounded. She uses the last of her strength to bestow the Civilight Eterna on Amiya. At this moment, the Doctor appears before her.

「The last thing Amiya remembers is sleeping inside the black bubble.
Theresa gently cradling the bubble wrapped around her.
Telling her a story that she has already heard many times before. 」

<Background 1>

Theresa : Within the Desert of Despair live many terrible shadows, forever chasing after the little puppet who is seeking for hope.
The black-cloaked shadows were the echoes of the oldest despair and sadness.
If they catch you, you'll never escape them.
Within the desert, the little puppet met the king, who was covered in pure gold and precious gems. The king told the little puppet that if he went back the way he came, he would be given riches beyond measure.
Despite the king pulling him back, the little puppet ignored the captivating gems, and pressed onwards.
But very soon—
The black-cloaked shadows caught him. They kept throwing themselves at him, over and over again, near endlessly...
"Bang, bang, bang"...
The puppet took out a long spear made of a needle and some threads, fighting the shadows, until finally, after knocking aside the shadows' sharp talons, he managed to escape.
He ran as fast as he could until he reached a large river of tears. There was neither boat nor weeds, so all the little puppet could do was swim across.
But as he soaked in the tears, he began to sink, until he touched the riverbed.
He had failed.

「Was this how the story ended? Amiya could not believe.
Maybe Theresa read it wrongly?
She anxiously wished for Theresa to change the ending of the story. 」

Amiya : Theresa...

Theresa : ...Yes?

Amiya : Can we... save the little puppet?

Theresa : You wish to save him?

Amiya : I do. I... I really, really do.

<Background fades out>

「All sound fades away.
The bubble obstructing Amiya's sight dissipates.
Theresa's figure becomes clearer and clearer— 」

<Background 4>

「Out of the corner of her eye, she sees dark red seep out of the black-cloaked shadows lying down on the ground.
Who are these people? When did they arrive here? Why are they lying on the ground?
Amiya had so many questions she wanted to ask Theresa. She did her best to open her eyes wide.
She sees a white dress stained crimson. She sees Theresa's bloodshot eyes.
Was Theresa okay?
Amiya wants to ask Theresa about her injuries.
But she could not make a sound. 」

[Theresa walks towards Amiya. ]

Theresa : It's okay, Amiya.
I am here. I beat those bad people from the stories.

「What happened to Theresa?
Amiya wants to wipe the weariness off of Theresa's face.
But she could not move her hands. 」

[Theresa kneels down. ]

Theresa : I'm sorry. I can't change the ending of the story.
But you can, Amiya.
You will walk along a difficult path. Just like the little puppet who tried to cross the river of tears.
All I can do to help you is bestow this crown of black upon you.
For ten thousand years, the limitations imposed by history led my people to misuse this crown.
It has been stained. It has been bound. But it should not have been so.
If we are to break this curse, to break fate itself... I need your help.
Do you want to rewrite the ending?

「Amiya wants to say "I do", but she cannot utter a word.
She anxiously nods her head, thinking that perhaps she could help Theresa by saying yes.
Perhaps she could save her— 」

Theresa : Though there is not much strength left in me, it is enough for me to transfer its permission to you.
I have sealed most of it away, so that its boundless information does not overwhelm your mind.
......
Forgive me, Amiya... for making you bear the weight of this crown.
I thought... that I could be there for you much, much longer. That I could watch you grow up. That I could stand with you when you bravely faced your parents' passing. That I could hear you answer my question yourself...
Your answer as to whether or not you wished to follow in my footsteps.
But there's not enough time left for us, Amiya.
I now selfishly consign this weight that I bear on to you.
I am sorry, child.

「Amiya tries to scream, but she cannot open her mouth, cannot move her limbs.
A black blade seems to penetrate her chest.
She ought to feel pain, but this blade leaves behind—
Only warmth. A warmth brimming with hope. 」

Theresa : Amiya. It is hope, and also pain.
You will be confused. You will hesitate.
But please, trust Dr. Kal'tsit. Trust that she will always stand by your side.
She will help you dredge back up the secrets of survival.
You can bear it, can't you, Amiya...?
You have always been a strong girl. One that never ceases to amaze me.
*sigh*...
I am so very tired.
Thank you, Amiya, for the joy you have given me, ever since the day we met.
Now rest for a while. Sleep.

「Sleep in peaceful slumber.
I will always be with you. 」

[A door opens behind Theresa. ]

<Background 4>

「......
Theresa hears a familiar voice. 」

[The Doctor runs into the room. ]

Doctor : Amiya!

「Theresa does not raise her head to look at the one who just arrived.
The crown has left her and found another. Her breath grows feeble, and feebler still. 」

Theresa : Doctor... There was no need for you to come.

Doctor : ......

Theresa : I felt... your emotions. I saw... your past.
You could have waited elsewhere, waited for my death to come. You knew that this time I would not escape, nor retreat.
Are you here for Amiya? Or perhaps...

「Theresa does not need to hear the answer.
Behind the one she asked, a tide of assassins pour out of the shadows, rushing toward Theresa— 」

Theresa : So that is your answer, Doctor...

Operation story: BB-10

Before operation

Summary

Theresa decides to wipe the Doctor's memories in her final moments. Within the endless memories, she finds that unexpected figure.

<Background 1>

「Theresa is glad to see Amiya asleep.
Amiya did not see the Doctor's betrayal, nor Theresa's final bout of sorrow.
The Black Crown finally lands neatly in Amiya's hands as Theresa takes down the final assassin in the room. 」

Theresa : It's alright, Amiya. Everything's fine...
It's over.

「Theresa does not look at the one frozen in place before her. She gently pats the back of the child in her arms and leaves a kiss on her puerile cheek. 」

Doctor : ......
Theresa. I can't throw away this opportunity I spent millions of lives and myriads of years to reach.
I can't let you ruin the plan for Originium. I can't... let you turn this great land into a beautiful but fleeting dream.

Theresa : And that's why you put Amiya in harm's way.

Doctor : ......
...Seeing as the King of Sarkaz has already seen my memories, I believe there's no need for any further explanation.
Do you hate me?

Theresa : You hurt Amiya. You're about to hurt Kal'tsit, and the fighters who trust you so deeply.
Is this how you treat those lives?

Doctor : I'll do what I can to ensure their safety in the ensuing conflict. This is what Theresis swore to me as well.
We only... need you to die.

Theresa : Doctor... did you present yourself before me out of guilt?

Doctor : Guilt... is too light of a word, compared to everything I've done.
We made too many choices in a time that even Kal'tsit isn't familiar with.
I just...

Theresa : When Amiya grows up, if she remembers me, if she asks about me, will you tell her the truth... of how I left her?

Doctor : No.
I'll help them search for another way to live.

Theresa : You'll help them search for a final moment of peace before Originium destroys Terra?

Doctor : I'm sorry... That's the one thing that's set in stone.

Theresa : You know it's futile... and yet you still wish to cure Amiya's sickness.
Even if her family and homeland will all turn into the same hunks of Originium in the not-too-distant future, along with anyone and anything you'll ever know...
You still don't want the girl before your eyes to suffer.
That's what you sincerely feel. Your purest thoughts. Your innate nature.

Doctor : ......

Theresa : And actually... I'm glad, Doctor.
I'm glad you're real and true—the one who Kal'tsit willingly trusts, and in turn trusts us.
You... the creator of Originium... {nickname}. You are the poison that ruins everything, but also the antidote to it all.

Doctor : ...What?

「Theresa strains to stand up, stretching her arms towards the Doctor, instilling in the latter an instinctive urge to retreat.
The Doctor tries to move, but fails. Sorrow far surpasses the collapsing rationality at this moment.
Theresa touches the face beneath the mask. 」

Theresa : You're crying, Doctor...
Well, that's the kind of person you are. You know your own fragility, you know how much of a threat I pose to you even at a time like this... and yet... you still came here.
So, I still... am willing to believe in you.
To trust in who you really are.
To trust in our {nickname} who brings the rain, dew, and sun.

[Theresa uses her Arts on the Doctor. ]

<Background flashes twice>

「This face is both familiar and strange. Theresa knows its features well.
She never had a chance to directly perceive the emotions on it until now.
She smiles and stretches out her finger, snipping the scene before her into two, as if it were made of cloth.
Then, she slowly pulls out a loose thread from the rift, and the remnants unravel as the Doctor's memories dissipate. 」

<Background brightens>

「Theresa goes in deeper, without looking back, until every memory is taken apart into a mess of disconnected white threads.
Like the very night, a long time ago, when she was still young, teaching herself to sew with Theresis by her side.
The memories disintegrate until a mere fragment of the soul remains.
A silhouette stands at the end of that memory. Theresa thinks the figure both familiar and strange.
It's the Doctor. It's not the Doctor. 」

<Background fades to white>

What are you doing to me, Theresa?

<Background 2>

Theresa : We're done here, but I suddenly feel like leaving you a surprise... so don't blame me for this, Doctor.
I'll say to you this one thing...
"Find yourself."

<Background fades to white>

After operation

Summary

What has happened has happened. Kal'tsit rushes back to Babel, but it is too late. Through the already crowned Amiya, Theresa elaborates on her ultimate ideal to Kal'tsit.

「Theresa holds the hands of the one before her, as if it were their first meeting.
She quietly faces the other pair of eyes, looking at the emotions shifting within until finally, only a void remains.
She knows then, every memory has been wiped clean, the soul purified. 」

Theresa : Your memory is gone, and your soul reborn...
A truly terrible trick...
But they underestimate your benevolence, your desire for victory. They underestimate us, and what makes Terra so tenacious.
Doctor. Allow me to call you by this name for the last time...
This is my little revenge on you.
And also... my final gift to you.
Memory does not shape who you are. So, with your original self...
Live again... on this land. See the world, feel the various emotions life brings, meet the many people of Terra...
Perhaps... your journey will start in suffering, and you may never manage to escape the murky moon shadows of this land, but you will always... get to see the sun rise.
I trust you will find a new solution. One that is truly your own.
An answer that... sounds just like the murmur Kal'tsit and I once heard...
A most moving answer.

「Life slips away.
Her ears gradually pick up an elegy from afar. Laqeramaline did establish a connection with her after all.
Theresa feels her own breath growing feebler, but she also feels unprecedentedly relieved.
She tries her best to keep Amiya in her arms, protected. Amiya's heartbeat calms her own. 」

Theresa : I'm... a little tired. It's exhausting, holding onto that crown.
I should rest when I'm tired. Isn't that right, Amiya?
I once imagined that...
Perhaps, one day... We'll be able to let everyone on this vast land fall into peaceful slumber.
It may take a long time to come, but maybe, you could see it for me...
Amiya, when you wake up...

[Theresa breathes heavily. ]

Theresa : You'll have to keep going.
*sigh*—I'm so tired...
No, she's not here yet...

「She clings to her final strand of remaining strength.
She is waiting for someone she must see.
Fortunately, the sound of her footsteps already draws near. 」

「And then finally, even though she no longer has the strength to keep her eyes open, she knows—
She is here—
Kal'tsit...
Kal'tsit. 」

<Background 1>

[Kal'tsit rushes into the room. ]

Kal'tsit : ......
Theresa...
Amiya... Doctor...
I knew full well this possibility always existed... Why...?
I should have stayed behind—it's my...
......
The...resa.
I... We should have...

[Kal'tsit chokes on her words. ]

Kal'tsit : Theresa... confirmed... dead.
Mon3tr, heed my command...
Prepare... for any follow up attacks.
The Doctor and Amiya... nothing must happen to them. Protect them at all costs!
Mon3tr—!

??? : Kal'tsit...
Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : —!

「Amiya opens her eyes, pink rhombuses faintly visible in her pupils.
Theresa's eyes remain shut tight.
But Kal'tsit knows.
It's her. 」

"Amiya" : Kal'tsit... I've been waiting for you.

Kal'tsit : Theresa! I—

"Amiya" : It's alright, Kal'tsit. It's fine.
Listen to me—

"Amiya" : I'm already dead.
What you see now is my consciousness put into the crown. I'm borrowing the body of this girl to bid you farewell.
Kal'tsit, tell me. Did you raise Babel's banner high up in the sky over Kazdel?

Kal'tsit : I sent it back to Kazdel, and watched it ascend myself...

"Amiya" : Thank you.

Kal'tsit : I came back too late, I knew there might be a possibility...

"Amiya" : Don't blame yourself for this, Kal'tsit. You had your own mission to fulfil.
And... I managed to hold this long for you, and that's enough.

Kal'tsit : ......
...Are we, running out of time to say our goodbyes?

"Amiya" : I'm sorry, Kal'tsit...

Kal'tsit : ...I understand.

"Amiya" : Please don't blame yourself for this.
We trusted the Doctor, and I hope you can continue on our path into the future.
Kal'tsit, there's no need for any further misgivings.
I took a life, but I also saved it.
So please, take it to where it should be, if it can wake again...
Guide it, and it will in turn lead us to the end of our path—
I have no doubt about that.

<Background 1>

Kal'tsit : I understand.
However... we can no longer take the risk of venturing into... the depths of Rhodes Island.
I will entrust someone I know to send the Doctor to Ursus.
Chernobog will be safe. It is too... dangerous to allow the Doctor to stay on Rhodes Island.

"Amiya" : That's good... Kal'tsit. I'll leave the rest to Amiya then.
She will walk a difficult road.

Kal'tsit : I will be with her, and Babel... as well.

"Amiya" : She is so young, but so strong.
Kal'tsit, giving the crown to Babel... to her, I did not do this on a selfish whim.
To break the cycle and deal with what is to come... The King cannot only be a King of the Sarkaz, nor can it only be a King of Terra.
The role is no fetter, controller, or unparalleled power.
The role is a key. The King is... "Civilight Eterna".
But Kal'tsit, keep this a secret from Amiya. She doesn't need to bear all of that now.
She will understand once she embarks on that path, she needs to understand—
Only by overcoming every obstacle can we find the doors that lead to this world.

Kal'tsit : ...And you?

"Amiya" : I will be gone in the pursuit of my ideal. As for her...
She will become the flame that burns all corruption to ashes.

<Background 3>

"Kal'tsit, a new war is about to begin."
"Theresis, my kin..."
"He will descend unto the cradle in Victoria that belongs to us, and Originium will cover that patch of land..."

Theresis : She is leaving us.

"He will bring suffering to the other races on this land..."

Theresis : While you will become the final struggle for her ideals.
A last-ditch effort.

"He will make everyone else on Terra see the Sarkaz as enemies once more."

Theresis : Deathmongers—
Do not attempt to abandon your efforts, before her end is set...
Prove to me that her path still holds the chance to win a future—

"Prevent that day from turning true, before everything becomes irreversible..."

Theresis : Prove to her the peace you strive for is still worth a response.
Though I regret to say this, my compatriots...
The call to repay this blood debt is already resonating throughout this great land—

[Theresis stomps towards the edge of the palace stairs. ]

"Kazdel's hatred should not continue to spread."

Theresis : Her death has been determined.
You have lost a Sarkaz King.
I have lost my only kin.
......
And I will not let these sacrifices be in vain.
My people—
Whether you've come for peace or vengeance—
I will hear your voices.

"Revenge. War. Survival. Future."

Theresis : You will see where the Sarkaz's true path lies.
The blood with which you stain the steps of Victoria will eventually return to where it belongs—
We must make this place a new beginning for us.

"I can still hear the Sarkaz voices even now, Kal'tsit..."
"The closer I get to the myriad souls, the clearer their voices become.'
"What I can glean from their shouts and cries is—"

Theresis : Suffering will descend once more—
All of Terra will surrender—
Starting from this very spot.
The Sarkaz—

"The Sarkaz—"

Theresis : —Will rise again.

"—Will ruin the land."

<Background fades out>

"Amiya" : We have to stop him, Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : But... that's not something Babel can do, as it is now.

"Amiya" : You'll find a way.
Besides, you'll never be alone. With the Babel we built together—

"Our companions will help you."

Ascalon : Your Highness—
Theresa...! Your Highness...! Your Highness!

"They wield a fierce determination."

Ascalon : ...Your Highness...
I'm back, Your Highness...
You would always welcome me back here when I returned.
But this time... you're not here.

[Ascalon sobs. ]

Ascalon : Can you still hear me...?
Why couldn't you wait a little longer...?
...Damn it! Damn it all!
I'll make them pay... this I swear to you.
Every single one...
Even if it's... even if—
Master... Theresis—
Theresis...
He must face me... I... I have to find him!
All traitors... will suffer...
Your Highness Theresa... Theresis...
My... only two... I couldn't...

「Clouds cover the setting sun, and Ascalon is shrouded in shadow.
She has lost her light, her faith, forever.
She struggled. She strived.
Only death remains for the one born in the storm. 」

<Background 4>

"They are the most remarkable of all."

Ace : ......

Mantra : ......

Pith : ......

Scout : ...Logos.

Logos : ...Yes.
We... I don't know... we should...

Scout : Let's retreat first.
Let's... return to Babel.

<Background 5>

"They will never doubt our ideals, even for a second."

Nezzsalem : ......

Duq'arael : ...It's over.

Nezzsalem : Why...? Why I feel...

Duq'arael : I too am baffled, King of the Nachzehrers.
I thought I was long accustomed to a King of Sarkaz's demise.

<Background 6>

"Those—the ones left behind, you do not need to question their loyalty."

W : ......
...No way.
Who sent this *Sarkaz expletive* comm? Did the Military Commission intercept this? Are they screwing with us?!

[W slams the table. ]

W : I don't believe it... I... Shut the hell up! Scout!
The landship... should be this way!
Theresa... she couldn't have just... died like that!!

<Background fades out>

<Flashback starts here>

「Winter of 898, The King of Sarkaz dies.
Yliš dies and Kazdel falls into ruin.
The explosion of the Soul Furnace sends dust flying all across Kazdel's territory for three whole days and nights...
Finally, it falls to the ground like black snowflakes.
Burying the bones of the invaders.
Along with the ruin once known as "Kazdel". 」

<Background 7>

[Theresis steps onto the ruined battefield... ]

Theresis : Kazdel... is no more.

[...followed by Theresa. ]

Theresa : But Kazdel has never been gone for good.
That's what I heard from the King of Sarkaz. He said Kazdel has met with ruin more than three thousand times, but it will always eventually be rebuilt anew.

Theresis : Perhaps that was just a ploy by Yliš to deceive the people.

Theresa : He's dead, Theresis.
But even if it were only a tale he spun while wasting away in the palace... I could, at the very least, sense a strand of longing from his stories.
A yearning for a stable life.
What happens after victory? Now, everyone will only begin wandering the land once more...
Our people will praise us as heroes, but we can only return to ruins devoid of life.
What can we even do now?
"Heroes"... Once this war is over, that title will be meaningless...

Theresis : Indeed.

Theresa : Also... I seem to have picked up the myriad souls whispering in my ear from a while ago...
Their voices are becoming even more distinct...
I don't know where the myriad souls hope to lead me...
What about you?

Theresis : I hear the same.
I dismissed it as a delusion brought on by the euphoria of victory... but it seems to be more than that.

Theresa : The myriad souls beckon us.

Theresis : Then let's go, to wherever they beckon.

[The twins walk forward. ]

<Background fades out>

「Yliš, King of Sarkaz, rests here for eternity.
Underneath a massive mountain of corpses.
In the far future, not a single soul will know there was once a King who died here.
He was so mediocre, so ordinary.
The Sarkaz do not remember the defeated.
In this war that changed their fate, the people will only remember the names of six incomparably dazzling heroes. 」

<Background 7>

[The twins stop walking. ]

Theresa : Here we are.

Theresis : I remember this place... It was here we gathered to swear our oaths and join the battle, after Yliš's chariot was destroyed.
This is where we started...
A clothesmaker, and a guard.

Theresa : Did you hear that, Theresis?
The myriad souls speak from under our feet...
Ah.
There it is.

Theresis : Yes.
To think it was this small.

「The crown.
With death as a witness—
As well as the myriad souls—
The twins raise the crown in unison.
The crown chooses the twins in return.
Atop the ruins, the myriad souls, whose existence remains uncertain, select two distinct hopes at a time. 」

Theresis : ...You should wear the crown, Theresa.

Theresa : Why?

Theresis : The King of Sarkaz is but an optimistic fantasy for the pitiful when history chooses to stay silent.

Theresa : Indeed... we will change the Sarkaz's fate, with or without relying on an external force.
But in this age of despair, it will bring a glimmer of hope to our people.

Theresis : I'm not fit to be that hope bringer.
My blade will cut our path forward. And you will lead the way.

Theresa : ...I understand.

Theresis : The war has just ended. How long will we bear this crown?

Theresa : Until we find a home again. Until the Black Crown swallows us into its suffering...
Until everyone under the same sky can fall into a peaceful slumber.

[Theresa pauses. ]

Theresa : "Lead the way forward", you said. Do you still remember that adventure of ours?
You held your sword and carried me...

Theresis : And you guided me through the bushes until we got home.
Theresa...
Allow me to crown you myself.

Theresa : Alright.
Theresis...
I swear this vow to every Sarkaz...

"We will always be equal."

<Flashback ends here>

BB-ST-3: End of Souls

Summary

Theresa sees everything in the Doctor's memories, and finally completes her farewell to that particular person.

「Erasing memories. This is something Theresa actually lacks experience in.
Not to mention she now faces a rare kind of mind.
She knows not what she will see, and has no clue if it will be dangerous. But there is no room to retreat.
She has made the final decision of her life.
She walks into the Doctor's memories, and cuts them up into countless fragments of dissipating threads.
Memory fades away in silence.
She walks through a world she has never seen and could never understand.
How did such a glorious civilization meet its end?
How do geniuses as bright as shooting stars struggle for a solution to their ultimate problem, yet find nothing?
Is resistance futile? Is unity a mere fantasy?
Is Terra's future already set in stone? What of her beloved homeland?
What of her loved ones?
She has no answer. She cannot find the answer.
She can only continue meandering in the void of memories gone.
Finally, she sees someone familiar. 」

<Background 1>

[The sound of party poppers, cheers, and chatter fill the air. Kal'tsit walks up next to the Doctor. ]

Kal'tsit : Is all their enthusiasm overwhelming you?

Doctor : What brings you here, Kal'tsit?

Kal'tsit : Should I not be present at this celebration of your latest victory?

Doctor : It's been a long time since I last... days like these were rare back then, you know.
Or I should say, I've grown so unaccustomed to it now.

Kal'tsit : No matter, you will get used to it again, in time. Babel will be a new beginning.

[Kal'tsit smiles tenderly. ]

Kal'tsit : Go. We should enjoy this celebration.

「Theresa watches Kal'tsit pat the Doctor before gently pushing that very back into the waiting crowd.
Too many are forcing their way through the throng, hands stretched out, fighting each other to be the first to shake the Doctor's hand, or pat the Doctor's shoulder.
Some taller and gutsier ones even try to put their hands right on the Doctor's head for a good kneading. 」

Doctor : ...?

Scout : Uh, sorry about that unruly subordinate of mine, Doctor. I wanted to stop him...
But my arm's injured... so I couldn't make it in time.

Doctor : It's fine... how's your arm?

Scout : Recovery's going pretty well.

Doctor : It's a pity you won't get to enjoy many drinks here tonight.

[Ace walks up next to Scout. ]

Ace : That's alright, Doctor. I'll have a few more pints on this guy's behalf.
We might have gotten ourselves stuck in that encirclement, had you not sprung that surprise attack at the end.
C'mon, let's slam a few glasses to honor the Doctor!

Doctor : I'm afraid my alcohol tolerance may disappoint you, Ace.

[Closure runs up next to them. ]

Closure : Excuuuuse—me,—make—way please... I have to see the protagonist of the day!
So many people in here! This is the first time I feel that the command center is too small... do you want me to widen it later? There's still so many people outside hurrying in here with snacks and drinks.

Logos : Doctor, everyone's cheering for the victory you've brought us, but you seem a little... uneasy.

Doctor : I thought I was masking it pretty well. *ahem* I'm just a little nervous in crowds.

[Scout stumbles a bit. ]

Scout : Hey, careful. That's enough pushing. Amiya, you good?

Amiya : I'm okay!
Doctor! Come with me, Theresa and I made you a cake!
Look, the oven was so hot I got a blister on my finger.

Doctor : Thank you... Oh! Are you okay? Does anyone have some burn cream...?

「A gentle cough sounds in the room, and the crowd splits into two. 」

[The crowd falls silent. ]

「Theresa sees a woman dressed in white passing by, smiling as she extends a hand to the Doctor with a still healing needle wound.
She is looking at herself. 」

「The joy fades away, as do the memories and voices.
Theresa erases the memory she is too familiar with, and continues forward.
She sees a record she has never seen before within PRTS. 」

<Background 2>

[The Doctor steps into an empty room. ]

Doctor : Invoke imaging capabilities. Enable administrator-level encryption.
Image number (0091_admin)...... Add subject: (This is for you).
Activating recorder... Beginning video record.

<Background glitches>

<Background becomes tinted green with noise as recording activates>

Doctor : ......
If I didn't hold on until you woke up, you'll see this video.
I will remain here, in the safest of places until everything settles.
Once I'm done with everything, I'll vanish into silence...
Disappearing before all those who hate me.
......
There is always a voice inside me, reminding me, asking me—"Who am I?"
Our own watcher? Or a traitor to future civilizations?
I can no longer recognize myself—
You'll get an answer after checking all the logs I left behind. But for now at least, I'll no longer hesitate to do what I should do.
...I...
When you wake up, I will have already disappeared in your past, and also unable to appear in our promised future.
That's why I hope...
...Pause recording. Delete all previous content. I... still need a bit more time.

Theresa : ......

「She does not pause or sigh, just continues what she ought to do in silence.
Theresa goes deeper into the buried memories. 」

<Background 3>

<Background tinted red>

[The Doctor is calling emergency services while standing next to a burning vehicle. ]

Doctor : I need you to contact the closest rescue team! The wrecked transport has a Rim Billiton logo on it, this is your squad...
I hear someone still alive in there!

Comms : *bzzt* We got your call, but it'll take some time for us to rush over from the nearest mining plate.
Based on the information you gave us, there's been banditry at your location there before, so we'll also notify armed security to send a dispatch at once.

??? : ...Ugh...

Doctor : ...Armed security...? But with the way Rim Billiton treats Infected orphans...
Hmph—

[The Doctor ends the call and decides to climb onto the burning transport. ]

Doctor : Just hold on... I'll get you out of there myself...

??? : ...You...

Doctor : Please, stay with me... gah... that's a good girl, give me your hand.
Hold tight!

??? : But... I'm so... tired...

Doctor : What's your name—

??? : ...I—
Name...?

??? : Mum... calls me... Amiya...

Doctor : Amiya, just hold on tight!

Amiya : I... I'm holding—

Doctor : I won't let go—

<Background fades to white>

「The memory shatters.
This is Theresa's destination, the terminus of the Doctor's memory— 」

「"Theresa..." 」

Theresa : ......
This is impossible. Every memory should have been...

「"Theresa." 」

「She follows the voice to a void, and it speaks once more from behind the nothingness. 」

Theresa : Where am I—

<Background 4>

[Theresa stands in the middle of some grassy fields. ]

??? : You're finally here. I've been waiting for you.

Theresa : Doctor...?

??? : Doctor?
Not many people call me that. They prefer my team codename—"Oracle".

Theresa : ...Oracle...
So you're the one Kal'tsit believes in.

Oracle : I've let her down terribly. But we had no choice, I'm entangled in an inescapable plot.
I've been watching you from here as you went around nurturing your hopes, as you suffered betrayal—
As if I was looking at my past self.

Theresa : ...I'm sorry.
You are only residue of the Doctor's burned away emotions. There's no way for me to preserve your emotions and memories in our current circumstances...

Oracle : You've reached your destination, so just do what you have to do.
Thank you for trusting me.

Theresa : It may be a little late for this... but I'm glad to meet you.

Oracle : I'm glad to meet you too, Theresa.

「Oracle walks into the distance of the endless wheat fields, disappearing within the stalks.
A draft of wind tears through the plain with a roar, and the final scene disperses until only the end of a thread is left.
Theresa holds the strand. It quickly loses its luster, and turns into powdery dust. 」

Theresa : It's time to say goodbye...
We'll meet again in the future, won't we...?
Kal'tsit... Amiya...

[Theresa pauses for a long while. ]

Theresa : ......{nickname}.

<Background fades to white>

「Theresa lets go of the final strand of thread in her hand, and watches it disperse and fade away like starlight.
She takes a step forward, towards hope...
Towards death. 」

GO-ST-1: Course of History

Summary

A gang called Glasgow leaves Londinium, and so a tale of Vina Victoria begins.

「Isabelle Montague, loyal Victorian Knight of the Tower once said—
'History is like a granary.'
It stands in silence amidst the bustling estate, an unremarkable sight with a somewhat unpleasant scent of mold. Only ever thought of when stowing something away.
Containment. Silently containing things is its sole purpose.
As for people, they are like stalks of wheat growing out in the fields, braving the elements so they might sprout those precious, precious ears.
All you have experienced will become shining, golden grain, stored within the granary called history.
It's more apt to say that history is a showroom of human lives. 」

Morgan : Shining and golden? Yeah, I'd say that was a shining, golden life...

Impassioned Voice : Vina, the sword is yours.
It is your destiny.

Vina : Father, is this...?

<Background 1>

Morgan : Vina! The hell're you doing?!
Stop swinging already! You've nearly beaten him dead!

Vina : *huff*... *huff*...
I...

<Background 2>

Horn : Vina! It's time!

Vina : Got it!

<Background 3>

Clovisia : Vina, who do you wish to be when you leave this palace?

Vina : ...
I choose—

「Perhaps this is how history runs its course. Those caught up in its flow won't accept things as they are, they will resist it with all their might.
But reality always comes crashing down, slamming you into the ground over and over.
You've got no choice but to get back up and figure a way to stand firm. You know the fight'll never end, and you've got to make ready for the next fist in your face.
Until you've circled round and round to find yourself back where you started, albeit by some different path— 」

Morgan : Wait, now that I think about it, Dagda might've said 'millstone'.
'History is like a millstone'?
I forgot what metaphor she used exactly, just that it's got to do with a mill or a windmill or something. The sort of thing that'll get people thinking of the sunset.
Ah, forget it. I never much fancied the way she talks all erudite like.

「When all's done, I'm here to record this... heart-pounding moment in history.
As a witness to this particular point, as one who personally experienced some of these events, I felt the need to share the tale with those who come after.
It's worth remembering, considering the many bitter lessons learned. It must not be forgotten, with too many painful sacrifices made.
Safe to say, the story's so twisty and turny that if you weren't there to see for yourself, you'd never guess where it ended up— 」

Morgan : Aha! I remember now! It was a ship!
'History is like a sailing ship adrift, and every age sees its share of experienced helmsmen who think to change its course...'
'But in the end, none will truly ever know where the sunset and the river will take them—'
Bah, sod it, I don't need to copy the feel of those historical novels I read. It's my book. Why should I write it like how Vina's governess talks?
Lemme have a think on how I'd tell the story my way...

「This here's a tale of how a hoodlum became a hero. It's all about courage, friendship, conviction, and power.
The heir to the King leaves the palace, and when she returns home, she's already fit to be called hero, standing alongside her merry band of mates.
This epic begins the summer of the year we left, in the factories of Londinium's Norport Borough. 」

Morgan : ...They were the happiest days of my life.

Indra : Muncaster.

Morgan : Mm-hmm.

Indra : ...Bristol.

Morgan : Got any more?

Indra : Sheffi... Di... No, Glou—
Baird! Gimme a hint already! Vina? You really gonna watch me embarrass myself like this?

Baird : Hey, it's your bet. I can't say anything.

Vina : Baird's right, wouldn't be fair otherwise.

Dagda : Don't give up now, Indra. Victoria's got at least sixty or so nomadic cities. If you can think of one more, you're a sixth of the way there.

Indra : My whole life I've never left Londinium. It's my home. Why the hell would I remember what some cities miles away are called?

Morgan : You must be real fond of cleaning up the alleys back home, then.

Indra : Dammit, I shouldn't be acting like a smartarse!

Vina : Oh, Hannah, do you still recall the time we went to the video shop? After we were done duffing the Lane Brothers up?

Indra : I think I do? Didn't the film have a manor with white walls and a green lawn... Was it some kinda romance? It just went on and on.

Vina : Then do you remember what the leading lady loved eating the most at the nobles' banquets—

Indra : 'Sidmouth butter and vanilla roast fowlbeast'!
Yeah! Sidmouth! That's ten!

Morgan : *sigh*... Vina.

Indra : You really are the best when it comes to leading, Vina! I'll follow you my entire life, I will!

Vina : No need to get all sappy on me now.

Dagda : ...

Baird : Alright, Morgan, you lost. Here's your drink.

Morgan : You know Vina helped her out, Baird... Ah, whatevs, drink's a drink.

Indra : Morgan! It's your turn to pick up the protection money from the factories on Old Farleigh Road.

Baird : Don't forget to help clean up the alleyways behind Old Hank's sandwich shop.

Morgan : It's times like these that Glasgow feels spread a bit thin.

Indra : Hah, one day, I'm gonna make all of Londinium into Glasgow Gang turf, and all those fees will come straight to us! Alongside the best sandwiches in the city!

Morgan : If you took all of Victoria under your wing, who'd you even protect them from? The Gaulish?

Indra : Maybe those snotty nobles? Who knows, some tosser's bound to show his face sooner or later.
Norport can't make do without us, and neither can Londinium. There'll come a day when Glasgow's the heroes of the whole city, just you wait.

Dagda : Not wrong, I'd say.

Vina : Indeed. Here's to the Glasgow Gang, the most important gang in town.

Glasgow Gang : To the Glasgow Gang!

<Background 4>

Cavendish Manor

Cheerful Noble : Did you enjoy the play?
A Victorian duke's daughter falls in 'love' with a handsome Sarkaz youth.
In order to eliminate this formidable rival, her would-be suitors conjure all sorts of dreadful devilish plots.
Who would have thought the playwright who penned The Lady of Windsor could produce such a provocative work, albeit only after a hefty writer's fee.
What do you think, Lady Allerdale?

Allerdale : I can't say I'm too fond of the ending of Cemeteries of Londinium, Earl Morrill.
Under the heavy hand of persecution, the Duke's daughter and the Sarkaz lad elope, united in death as they are buried together in a public cemetery. A conclusion that's far too... formulaic.

Earl Morrill : I never expected a young lady such as yourself to have the tastes of a haranguing critic.
Is it not enough to bring tears to your eyes?

Allerdale : To whose eyes? Duke Cavendish's, or the Sarkaz Regent's?
Tears will only serve to blind us, my Lord, and are often an accomplice to popular works harboring ill intent.

Earl Morrill : A shame, truly. Here I was, thinking you would have some empathy for the leading lady, what with her bound to a fate beyond her control.

Allerdale : ...

Earl Morrill : Ah, I am so dreadfully sorry! Pray forgive my inadvertent offense. You must know that my family was once on good terms with the Cumberlands...

Allerdale : I don't really mind.
It's common knowledge that Her Grace the Duke of Caster aided me at my lowest. I have only gratitude for her. I see no shame in my circumstances either.

Earl Morrill : Then since you're taking part in today's festivities, may I takes your words as Her Grace's own thoughts?

Allerdale : You may consider them a friendly reminder.
Londiniers should be wary of those mercenaries from Kazdel, heaven forbid some ridiculous story to sow the seeds of pity and sympathy in their unwitting minds.
Kazdel is far, far away, and they simply don't understand these Sarkaz in the slightest. Do not allow tears to blind their judgment, my Lord.

Earl Morrill : Your words would throttle a talented playwright.

Allerdale : Bringing the citizenry to tears would hardly be a difficult thing for a duke, I say.

Earl Morrill : Is this also Her Grace's opinion on the matter?

Allerdale : No matter what you might think of this playwright, I do believe 'The Lady of Windsor' is a rare work of art. I whole-heartedly invite you—and perhaps Duke Cavendish—to give it a thorough read-through.
'Fins have not the limbs to drag themselves out of the swamp. Man has not the eye to see beyond time.'
If Duke Cavendish can understand these words and take them to heart, while keeping a wary eye on this matter, he can avoid becoming the next Duke Windsor.
No offense meant, of course.

Earl Morrill : Oho, I must say I quite enjoy your incisive view on this topic, Lady Allerdale.
The eye to see beyond time... A rare thing indeed. In comparison, ambition beyond one's means is as cheap as chips, wouldn't you say?

Allerdale : I can't say I disagree.

Earl Morrill : Despite the many years past, there are still those who have not forgotten that Victoria once had a king.
And there are those who carry the former heir to the throne in mind, alongside that sword of royal authority.
Duke Caster's actions are hardly inscrutable. Whenever she dispenses advice to the other dukes, do not forget that there are eyes upon her in turn.

Allerdale : I will inform Her Grace, my Lord.
It's getting late. I fear I must be heading off.

Earl Morrill : Not staying for dinner, Lady Cumberland?

Allerdale : I have an appointment with my tailor to prepare some winter clothes. I'm sure you're aware that summer in Londinium lasts but a few fleeting days—
But winter? Winter never comes late.

Earl Morrill : Then I shan't keep you any longer, my Lady.
I shall send a ticket for opening night to you beforehand. If Her Grace would like to watch, Duke Cavendish would happily sponsor the troupe to tour the Caster demesne.

Allerdale : I pray that Her Grace will not be blinded by her own tears.

<Background 5>

Allerdale : ...

??? : A most suffocating banquet, was it not?

Allerdale : And who might you be?

??? : You may call me Clovisia. Based on that distinctive white hair of yours, you must be Lady Allerdale Cumberland.

Clovisia : Madam Ailshie of your estate has ordered some outfits for the upcoming season from our shop, but I'm afraid we haven't finalized the details of yours quite yet.
Sorry, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Earl Morris. It seems your reputation as a critic of the arts is well-earned.

Allerdale : You flatter me. I presume you too are concerned about the present situation in Londinium.

Clovisia : Hardly, hardly. It's just rather difficult to not listen in as the clientèle discuss the recent changes when you work at a tailor's.
*sigh* It's getting dark. I should head home. Once you've settled on a design, please have Madam Ailshie contact me at your convenience.
Ah, right, speaking of Madam Ailshie, she asked me to pass you the Londinium Daily.
Farewell.

Allerdale : Might as well see if there's anything else newsworthy today, I suppose.
A vicious brawl in Norport Borough?
Is that...?

<Background 6>

Indra : Feckin' 'ell! That's bloody ridiculous is what it is!

Wronged Worker : It's the third time this month. Been accident after accident here in the factory ever since that scoundrel took over the union.
Watch close enough and you start to notice how whenever some brave soul puts out a complaint about the union, he ends up dead in some freak accident a few days later.

Indra : Let's go then already! Take me to 'im. I'm gonna see just how brass this bastard's balls are!

Baird : Calm down! The union handles union business, the street handles street business. That's the rule.

Indra : Giving every bastard I see a right thrashing's my rule!

Wronged Worker : I know! Of course I know... But we've got no other choice.
The union's keeping it all hush-hush inside the factory. Not even the coppers can investigate.

Morgan : This new foreman... Johnny, right? Who's behind him?

Wronged Worker : I remember hearing he's got some big name backing him. A relative of Duke Davendich, apparently...

Dagda : Do you mean Duke Cavendish?

Wronged Worker : Yeah! That's the one!

Morgan : Is he trying to get anything out of you lot?

Wronged Worker : Hasn't been asking for money or any of the sort... but ever since he became foreman, lots of the important jobs are getting taken up by workers from outside.

Baird : I see. You head on back. We need to talk this over a bit.

Indra : What're we waiting around for, Morgan?! Are we gonna let these bastards do as they like?!

Morgan : It's not that simple.
You heard the man. This isn't your average union tosser. He's got the backing of a duke. Why's he going out of his way to play tyrant in some little factory, though?

Indra : Who cares why?! Since when did we need a reason to take out buggers like him?

Morgan : I know Londinium's rather restless these days. The dukes've been playing their games around the clock. Don't tell me you haven't noticed all these fresh faces on the street lately?

Baird : Time to come up with a plan, Vina. We're all ears.

Vina : ...
Since we've taken their protection money, it's up to us to do the legwork.
Let's go have a chat with this bastard of a foreman. Doesn't matter if he's got a duke behind him.

Indra : That's more like it!

Morgan : Alright, if you say so, Vina...
But just to be safe, we should scope out the factory a bit, get some info. You're with me, Baird.

Baird : Sure.

Indra : Hey! Why didn't you ask me?!

Dagda : ...

Vina : What's wrong? You've been looking rather glum lately.

Dagda : It's nothing. I was just thinking... I might be enjoying myself a little too much.

Vina : What, not too happy here?

Dagda : You have a duty, Siege.

Vina : I've told you before, Dagda.
I've found a life for myself now, so why—

Dagda : Is this life of yours helping your neighbors seek the justice of the streets, then heading to the noble manors to lob a few bricks?
There's no escaping some things.

Vina : You promised me you wouldn't talk about this in the gym.

Dagda : Then I'll stay by your side, waiting for the day you have your answer.

Vina : ...

「Life is long, but the pivotal moments that change you? They're over in an instant.
I recall that one afternoon, before the chaos of the storm struck us, when we could still enjoy those peaceful hours.
Indra didn't speak to me the whole day on account of my hesitation. Baird had to step in and smooth things over between us, and by nightfall we were all happy as could be, buying hot dogs and beer.
But I couldn't shake off the feeling that the Glasgow Gang was about to enter the craziest chapter of this story yet.
It wasn't until those wild dreams of ours came to an end that I realized the most pressing issue...
The main character of this tale wasn't the Glasgow Gang. It was Vina. Just Vina, all along. 」

<Background 7>

Allerdale : What's the matter, Ailshie?

Ailshie : Did you not instruct us to keep a close eye on Her Royal Highness Alexandrina's whereabouts?
The chief of the Royal Police has just looked over the case file of that ghastly brawl in Norport.
It involved a video shop known as McClaren's Place and a street gang going by the name of Glasgow.
Here is the original copy of the file.
It's rather vague, merely a record of the involved parties, but I thought you ought to know.

「Upon a fuzzy black-and-white photograph, a woman sucking on a lollipop stares indignantly at the camera.
'Person of Interest: Siege (self-identified)' 」

Ailshie : Miss Allerdale, if you are near-certain she is Her Royal Highness... Why not seek her out immediately?

Allerdale : And what then? I bring her back to Cumberland Manor? Or send her off to Caster?
Whether or not she is Alexandrina no longer matters. The dukes are watching her closely. She can escape them no longer.

Ailshie : It sounds to me like she would be swallowed by the city itself.

Allerdale : Hah. We'll be swallowed too, Ailshie.
I'm willing to bet we're not the only ones with an interest in her. This matter has long since grown out of my control.

Ailshie : Considering Duke Caster's orders, should you not find her and bring her to Her Grace?

Allerdale : I need some time to think, Ailshie.
I saw her once before. I saw...
Her Royal Highness.

<Background 7>

Ailshie : But no matter how you put it, it was all such a long time ago. Things being what they are, is an unknown heir truly so important?

Allerdale : It's merely an inkling... From the very first time I saw her, so many years ago, I always believed she would change things.
Let's go. There's a few workers I need to pop in on. I would also like to know how Her Highness has been doing these past few years.

<Background 8>

Cruel Foreman : Who's there?!
Grk—

Dagda : The coast is clear.

Vina : I've handled this side too.

Morgan : This is it. The place Charlie told us about.
We heard some chatter. Lately, the union's been keeping a whole bunch of goods inside this old factory, like they were a smuggling ring.

Baird : Johnny seized control of the union not just to skim some funds, but to do this sort of business.
What's inside those containers?

Indra : Just open 'em up and we'll find out—

Morgan : Hannah! Slow—

Indra : Are those...?

Baird : ...

Vina : ...Originium weapons.

Dagda : They're not standard Victorian issue. No idea of their actual provenance though.

Morgan : Duke Cavendish's man sneakily taking over a factory, all so he can move weapons from God-knows-where into Londinium? What's he playing at here?

Dagda : The dukes quietly stockpiling weapons within the city can only mean one thing.

Baird : And now we've left our fingerprints all over the place...
What do we do now, Vina? Looks to me like it's something way bigger than we can handle.

Vina : ...
We can't handle it ourselves, but we can tell others.
Got a light, Hannah?

<Background 1>

Indra : Bloody hell, you can still see the factory burning from all the way out here!

Morgan : This is no laughing matter, Indra!

Indra : Of course it is! We messed up some wicked duke's scheme!

Baird : We... did something really big here.

Vina : At least we can say we've done nothing wrong, yeah?
Let the coppers handle the rest of it.

??? : They say Londinium's so big it defies borders, but at times I feel it's rather small. Wouldn't you agree?

Earl Morrill : Who would have thought I would meet you here, Alexandrina. Your Royal Highness.

Vina : —!

Dagda : Who are you?!

Earl Morrill : I'm Morrill, a humble guest at the Cavendish estate. Nobody in particular. And yet, I would say I'm one lucky chap.

Vina : You know about the factory... You know what Duke Cavendish is up to.

Earl Morrill : Though I can boast of sharing some of the Duke's burdens, I was not wholly in the know about His Grace's plans for Londinium.
However, at this moment, my only concern is you, Your Royal Highness Alexandrina.

Vina : ...

Earl Morrill : I must say, seeing Your Highness standing before me really does call to mind the sight of His Majesty, all those years ago.
You and he are so very alike. The same childish sense of justice, the same... price you must pay for clinging to it.

Vina : What do you want?

Earl Morrill : Your little adventure with your friends this evening... Hardly matters, I say. A few boxes of lost merchandise is hardly anything compared to meeting you.
Come now. At the very least, I'll let your chums leave alive. How about that?

Vina : Why should I believe a word you're saying?

Earl Morrill : Excuse my impertinence, Your Highness, but the truth is you have no other choice.
Or should I say, you are free to try and escape, but I will be keeping a close eye on your whereabouts.

Vina : No.

<Background fades out and in>

Morgan : Vina! The hell're you doing?!
Stop swinging already! You've nearly beaten him dead!

Vina : *huff*... *huff*...
I...

Indra : It's fine, he's still breathing.
Vina... What's this all about?

Vina : You lot... Get out of here.
The factory, all this, it was all my doing. Nothing to do with anyone else.

Indra : Are you havin' a laugh?!

Morgan : Vina... What was he saying? Why'd he keep calling you 'Your Royal Highness'?

Dagda : ...Because she's the heir to the throne of Victoria.
The daughter of the late King Alistair II, Alexandrina Vina Victoria.

Vina : I... I didn't mean to hide it. I just thought... It didn't really matter...

Indra : You daft, mate?
I'm not asking who you are, I'm asking why you'd try and shoulder all this by yourself!

Vina : Hannah...

Morgan : Sounds like there's a long story you need to be telling us.

Vina : Sorry...

Baird : No time for that! Save it, we need to leave right now!

Morgan : Where can we go, though?

Baird : Out the city.
Right now. This instant. Immediately.

Vina : I can't—

Baird : We're nearly out of time. Once the police notice the factory's up in flames, they'll contact the Defense Forces and shutter each and every port. When that happens, we wouldn't be able to fly out, even if we sprouted wings.
Don't worry about Norport. I'll hold the fort.

Vina : ...

Indra : Wait, Baird, you're not coming with?! Hey, Morgan, say something, won't you?

Morgan : I get where she's coming from. The Glasgow Gang's always going to be home to us, Hannah.

Baird : Someone's gotta welcome you lot home when you get back, right?

Dagda : ...

Baird : People are watching you. But I'm sorry, Vina. We can't protect you. Against real titans like them, the Gang's nothing more than puny little musbeasts.
You were never a Norporter, Vina. Or should I say, never only a Norporter. I knew from the day you joined us.

Vina : It's all my fault. I just wanted to protect you all, but... but now, I've dumped a heap of trouble on your laps.

Baird : Not wrong. If you're going to blame yourself, though, there's something I hope you keep in mind.

Vina : ...?

Baird : Remember that you owe Norport. Remember that one day, you'll need to come back here to repay everyone.

Vina : I swear. I swear I'll come back.

Indra : Yeah! It's our turf, after all! We'll snatch it right back someday!

Vina : But are you really set on coming with me? There's no need to tangle yourselves in all this.

Morgan : I'm your trusted advisor, Vina. I'm worried for you.

Indra : If anyone comes looking to bother you, you're gonna need me to help bash their faces in!

Dagda : Wherever you go, Vina, I will follow.

Baird : Never forget, Vina. No matter where you go, the Glasgow Gang will be with you.
I'll keep this place safe. We won it together, after all.

Vina : I promise you, Baird. I'll bring everyone back.

Baird : Hopefully sooner rather than later.
Here's to us. To the Glasgow Gang.

Everyone : To the Glasgow Gang!

<Background 1>

Flustered Clerk : Dammit, dammit all... M-My Lady! It's the Duke of Cavendish's man!
My Lady, I-I'll contact Headquarters right away! Even if we must turn all of Londinium upside-down—

??? : Suppress this event.

Flustered Clerk : Very well, I'm contacting the hospital—What? Suppress it?

??? : I will have my men handle this. Nothing to come will have anything to do with the Norport Police.
Do not worry. The chief of the Royal Police will not come calling on you about this or anyone else on scene, for that matter.

Flustered Clerk : R-Really? How can you be so sure...?

??? : While I cannot fix the future's course, sir, I can guide it towards a path of my liking.
This city will soon be welcoming a host of visitors. Do you not have more important things to handle?

Flustered Clerk : You... Alright... Very well!

??? : This too is part of your destiny, Vina.

<Background Black>

「When we found out about Vina's past, I was amazed, sure, but I was more pleasantly surprised, as it were.
I could see the entire story in my mind's eye. A lost heir to the throne, a heroic fantasy rising from the streets.
Stories usually start with someone leaving, and end with a reunion. But reality begs to differ.
When we stepped out on the road away from home, none of us expected the way back could be so fraught with hardship.
I'm fond of the words Dagda spoke once we set foot on our home again, after many, many years away:
'History is like a sailing ship adrift, and every age sees its share of experienced helmsmen who think to change its course...'
'But in the end, none will truly ever know where the sunset and the river will take them.' 」

<Background 6>

Allerdale : ...

Gang Member : Hey, who're you? Here to get some rounds in the ring?

Allerdale : I'd like to ask if this is where the Glasgow Gang is based? I'm looking for Siege. If I understand things right, she's your leader?

Gang Member : This gym's only got one leader now. She's called Baird.
Wait a sec... Lookin' at your clothes, you a noble?
Get out. You ain't welcome here.

Allerdale : Pardon me, then.

Baird : Wait.
You're looking for Vina? You know her?

Allerdale : I'm... an old friend of hers.

Baird : ...
Vina's out on a trip. If you've got something to say, I can pass it on for you.

Allerdale : No, nothing in particular. It's just that as her friend, I'm concerned about her current situation.
Please let her know I'm wishing her all the best, when you can.

Baird : Sure. She's doing fine. I'll tell her on your behalf.

「Allerdale turns and leaves the messy gym. She knows the woman there wasn't lying. Because she saw the photo hanging on the wall, and the smiling face upon it.
It's not time yet.
In her fit of absent-mindedness, that deep, resonant voice arises in her head once more. 」

<Background Black>

「'Allerdale Cumberland.'
'You will meet Vina again, someday.' 」

Operation story: GO-1

Before operation

Summary

Following the close of the war, Speaker Vina must handle the thorny issue of the Sarkaz left behind. But she does not hesitate. The moment she took up the mantle of Speaker, she knew what she would have to face.

<Background 1>

December 8th, 1098, 4:43 P.M.
Londinium, Abandoned Factory

[Footsteps ]

Calm Lady : Section G12... All these linkage numbers have faded away since this place was abandoned... Is this it?
*phew* I'm praying I don't run into those damned devils again—

Cautious Mercenary : I think you're lost, lady.
(Hey, new guy, get her out of here. And while you're at it, ask her nicely how she found this place.)
(Remember, keep your tail clean this time. Don't make the boss mad.)

Tired Mercenary : You heard him, lady. Come with me—

[The lady slaps the mercenary as he tries to grab her. ]

Calm Lady : Let go of me!
Is this any way to treat a lady?
Mickey Robinson, hero of the Exemplars... Or rather, one of the heroes, is my husband. He entrusted me to fetch some medicine.
Th-The medicine to dull the pain from those hideous black stones. He can hardly even walk...

Tired Mercenary : Hah, yet another unlucky bugger—

Cautious Mercenary : Shut it.
Listen, I haven't heard of any Mickey.
All you'll find in this blasted place are some bum's expired fun drugs and the dead devils' bones.

Calm Lady : But—

Cautious Mercenary : Anyways, if you want Oripathy meds, go look for that newly-built Sanatorium. The new Speaker lady promised it'd be stocked.

Calm Lady : Wait, we really have no other choice. There's simply not enough medicine there.
I know I can get it here. My husband, he...
Listen, I have a few valuables stashed away somewhere safe, all from Cumberland Manor. The late duke gave them to us. If I could just get some medicine—

Cautious Mercenary : Don't give a reason for the Defense Forces patrolling out there to come sniffing around here.

Tired Mercenary : Just go already, lady.

[Transceiver buzzes ]

Voice on the Terminal : Make her sign the list, then let her come by tomorrow to pick up the meds.

Cautious Mercenary : Yes, boss! But what if she doesn't have the money...?

Voice on the Terminal : We do it the old-fashioned way then.

[Transmission ends ]

Tired Mercenary : That's weird, I don't think the boss ever stuck her nose into this sort of thing. Err, what should I...?

Cautious Mercenary : Hmph. Just give her the contract.

[Paper riffling ]

Calm Lady : Thank you, tha—Wait, these clauses... My husband never mentioned them! If I signed this, then we...

Cautious Mercenary : He'll live well, at least before we come calling for our due.
Seems that hero husband of yours wasn't quite so honest with his better half, eh?
C'mon, hold that pen steady. If you can't, we can sign it for you.

Calm Lady : —

「The mercenary holds her writing hand tight. The trembling overtakes her. She can no longer maintain her veneer of calm.
She shuts her eyes, grits her teeth, and lets the mercenary guide her hand. 」

[Pen scribbling ]

Cautious Mercenary : Go on, enjoy your life. Bloody war's over, after all.
Asking Millscar for help will be the best decision you and your husband have ever made, lady.

Radio : This morning, Londinium's interim health-secretary-cum-provisioner-general Madam Major was found dead in her office in New Auchterigg District.
In today's parliamentary session, Madam Speaker Alexandrina expressed her support of Madam Major's work in caring for the Infected, and lamented her untimely passing.
The final point in Madam Major's itinerary before she passed was a trip to the Dukedom of Normandy to discuss a purchase of medicine so as to relieve the shortages within Londinium's walls.
But according to some reliable sources, Madam Major died of an acute Oripathy attack.
Not only did she conceal her infection, she was also often seen arguing furiously with the Speaker, in recent times.
In this sensitive period where the number of reported Infected within the city is growing exponentially, it is clearly worth looking into the death of Madam Major, who had lost her hereditary peerage.
Even now, two months after the Sarkaz withdrawal, why are their sinister plots coming back to the fore?
As for the Exemplars, are the terms of the resettlement program still not finalized?
All eyes are on the newly-appointed Speaker, who has won the backing of a majority of the dukes.
We have managed to connect with the Speaker's close confidant, Miss Kate Morrigan, digging deeper into—

[Button click ]

「The broadcast in the Speaker's office suddenly falls silent. 」

<Background 2>

[Loud clang ]

Morgan : Those louts are a real crock of shit, I tell you!
They were loafing about the Sanatorium cafeteria, waiting for me to sit down for lunch before they tried to wheedle some info out of me...

Vina : Then you beat the hell out of them.

Morgan : I thought... That way, they wouldn't dare run their mouths on the news again...
Sorry. I didn't think about how it'd affect the way everyone sees you—

Vina : No, I would have kicked them out too, literally.

Morgan : Huh? But...

Vina : It doesn't matter what you say to those newshounds when they're in the business of making up fluff. They've already decided what to put in their latest story a long time ago.
Since there's no way of shutting them up, might as well get straight to the point.

「Vina strikes her two fists together, putting herself through the paces engraved in her instincts with ease.
Just like she always did back in the gym. 」

Morgan : Hah! That's the Vina I know! I knew it, Hannah even said—

[Vina suddenly stumbles ]

Morgan : Whoa.

Vina : These clothes really do get in the way. Maybe I should find someone to make some alterations—

Delphine : I happen to know a pretty good tailor.

[Footsteps approaching ]

Delphine : He made clothes for the royal family when he was younger. Luckily, he made it through everything alive. Shame nobody dares hire him nowadays.

Vina : Infected as well?

Delphine : Yes.

Morgan : *cough* Ah yeah, any progress on that thing you mentioned in your message?

Delphine : The situation is complicated.
We've captured the Sarkaz who have been hurting people. They're now cuffed in the Sineselde's parliamentary chamber.
I suspect this might have something to do with the gangs operating out of the abandoned underground factories.

Vina : Millscar.

Delphine : As for whether or not the Duke of Normandy's heir is behind all this—

Vina : She and I will resume...
Negotiations.
Madam Major's death, the Londiniers' medicine supply, as well as Millscar's gang and those Sarkaz...
There're a lot of things to handle in this city, and none we can solve with our fists like we did two months ago.

Delphine : You've settled into the job quick, Vina. I believe Parliament as it is now can manage these issues, so relax. I'm here to help you.
Mother taught me how to handle this sort of situation. I won't let her down.

Morgan : ...

[Morgan steps out and closes the door behind her. ]

Delphine : Morgan?

Voice Outside the Door : I'm heading over to Parliament. See you there.

Vina : ...
She's not quite used to this sort of life yet. None of us are.
There are some things Siege could do that this so-called Speaker can't.
How's the victim of the Sarkaz attack?

Delphine : In the care of our colleagues at Rhodes Island's medical department. No life-threatening complications, for the time being.
Moreover, we've traced the source of those low-quality medicines. Most of them came from Millscar.
Many turned to them in desperation, but in the end, all they got was a pile of harassment from that gang of wandering goons.
As for whether this Millscar is in the know, or if it's the work of some overeager underlings, I'm not too sure—

Vina : Allerdale knows.

<Background fades out>

「Millscar. The wildest villain running rampant in Londinium's shadows.
Allerdale. She's dead. The final furious flame of Cumberland the Ever on High.
Vina herself has already forgotten when the figures behind those two names slowly became one.
Was it when the war was nearly over? 」

<Background 2>

「She subconsciously paws at her clothes. By the time the Exemplars' 'heroic leader' walked out of the Palace of Westhaleg wearing this old suit of royal armor...
She had already torn down the flag of Kazdel's Military Commission at the break of dawn, and had seen a familiar figure and the Steam Knight fade away into the all-encompassing vapor.
That day, Allerdale did not go to her. Rather, she turned and disappeared into the shadows of the ruined city. 」

Vina : Let's go. To Parliament.

[Pen scribbling ]

「The Sineselde, once a royal estate often rented by nobles as a banquet hall. It wasn't until everyone was dealing with the headache of where to house Parliament that Vina realized there weren't many choices left for the Londiniers.
The chaos of war had destroyed far too much of this city.
I've seen this room many times before on posters and in movies. I used to be astonished by how massive it was, big enough for every gang boss to bring all their boys and girls in to sit down and have a chat about their turfs.
But now, it disappoints me. It's filled to the gills, all cramped and suffocating.
Though Vina's never admitted it, I know her and I are of like mind— 」

<Background 3>

Uneasy MP : (Miss Morgan... Miss Morgan...)

Morgan : Huh?

Uneasy MP : I didn't mean to interrupt your writing, it's just that... that...
(Barnaby's late again, I'm thinking of going to look for him. I'm worried he's gone and gotten himself soused again.)

Morgan : Well, Vina's not here yet. If you're gonna look, go look, no need to ask me—
Wait!
Now that I think about it, you said the same last time, and the two of you never came back the entire session.

Uneasy MP : W-We were just locked out last time...
In all honesty, Miss Morgan, I've been carrying around the factory's design sheets for near my entire life.
If you asked me to do a quality inspection, I'd know all the ins and outs of whichever part you'd like, and there wasn't a foreman out there who'd dare say I was wrong.
But sitting here with those lords and ladies, trying to read these documents covered in gobbledygook so we can manage such a ridiculously huge city...
(Biggest thing I've looked after in my life was my workshop. God, my heart's pounding like mad.)

Morgan : With us at your back, why be scared of some tosspot nobles?

「An elegantly-dressed member of parliament's eyes meets Morgan's gaze, and she smiles and nods her head in greeting. 」

Graceful MP : Fine weather we're having today. I hope you are all in good health.

Morgan : Ah, yeah. Good health to you too.

Uneasy MP : We're fine, just fine, thanks.

Morgan : (Well... Just treat it as helping Vina fill the seats.)
(I suppose they're not all tosspots, but keep in mind that we put our lives on the line to take back the right to sit here.)
(Are you seriously thinking of going back to the days before that? If so, I'll have to sort you out first before these bastards ruin this city again.)

Uneasy MP : Alright, I get it, I get it. Are Miss Indra and Miss Dagda not showing up today?

Morgan : They're busy handling some public safety stuff.

{{sc|Uneasy MP|(*sigh* I'd rather hold my hammer tight and go back to bed too

[A small commotion alerts the group to Vina walking into the chamber. ]

Graceful MP : Oh, Madam Speaker, you're here—What's this?

Morgan : Vina! Wait, who's that you're carrying?

Uneasy MP : Barnaby!

Drunken MP : C-Clive...

Vina : Help him to his seat, Delphine.

[Delphin sits Clive down at his chair. ]

Delphine : He drank until he passed out in front of the Sineselde's doors. Now he won't let go of Vina.

Drunken MP : I'm waiting for the Speaker!
I've got... got a whole lot of proposals to help with the meds shortage—

Delphine : Then you should include them in your formal petition. We reformed the rules issued by Parliament all so we could bind ourselves.

Uneasy MP : Lady Delphine, I swear Barnaby here's not trying to be a simpleton on purpose. He and I have talked about his ideas loads of times!
He's just like me, sick to our stomachs the moment we stepped foot into this bloody place, like the soul's getting sucked right out of us. It's not just that we can't speak right, all the brass courage we had while chopping down devils is gone.
So I came up with this stupid idea. That maybe a bit of drink would... would...

Morgan : Relax, Vina's not going to get mad over something like that.

Delphine : Right, you needn't worry. Parliament nowadays is incredibly complex by nature. Everyone here's on the lookout, getting used to things and learning on the job... That includes the Speaker.
If we're going to defeat those who wish us ill off the battlefield, we're going to have to learn how they think.
It's not going to be an easy process for any of us. The two of you have done pretty well, all things considered.

Morgan : What if we become them once we learn enough about them...?

Uneasy MP : I-I certainly won't, Miss Morgan!

Morgan : I'm not saying you will, Clive.

Delphine : I can't guarantee that won't be the case, Morgan. Nobody can.

Morgan : I believe in Vina. So do Hannah and Dagda... I don't care what you all think.

<Background fades out and in>

[Crowd murmurs ]

Vina : I'm sure we're all very clear on why we have convened this emergency meeting.
Ever since Parliament was reestablished, we have worked around the clock to resolve the issue of the Sarkaz who continue to operate within Londinium's walls.
We gave our citizens a promise. A promise of safety.
It matters not if it is the Sarkaz, or roving mercenaries such as Millscar hiding within the city; Parliament will strive to settle the matter.
We will brook no evil that threatens the safety of our people.

Sarkaz Assassin : ...You're putting me on trial?

Vina : There will be no trial, Sarkaz. Parliament's new interim bill dictates how we handle you. The provisional court has passed it as well.
You will be dealt with in a manner that all agree upon.

Sarkaz Assassin : Not everyone. Just you people.

Vina : You caused grave injury to a kind-hearted shopkeep, all for a loaf of bread he had already set aside for you.

Sarkaz Assassin : He's still alive?

Vina : He is.

Sarkaz Assassin : Good. So, when's the execution?

Vina : You really should have left with the rest of your kind when the war ended.

Sarkaz Assassin : You still remember me? Of course you do. You were the one who let me go during the big retreat, after all.
I'd say you were my savior, head of the Exemplars.

Vina : You—

Sarkaz Assassin : "Longshot". That's what my daughter calls me. You didn't ask me my name at the time, and I'm betting the people sitting by your side don't give a damn what it is.

Longshot : But I'm going to ask everyone here something, on behalf of a few others.
Are Sarkaz born and bred in Londinium, who have never left the city, still considered Victorians?

<Background fades out>

[Pen scribbling ]

「To be honest, I've never really thought about that question.
The Sarkaz who called himself Longshot never yelled or shouted, but the rowdy, chattering chamber went dead quiet as he spoke.
I looked at the people all around me, paying special attention to the nobles' expressions.
Those who had long made up their minds on the issue didn't feel like speaking up. As for those who hadn't, the more nervous of them had their eyes darting about, waiting for someone else to speak up first.
But me? I was part of the third kind of people. I didn't have to make up my mind, because Vina'd do it for me.
So that day, all I had to do was wait for her answer.
Just like the time I was up on the city walls, watching the Sarkaz troops leave the city, waiting for her to give me an answer. 」

[Pen scribbling ]

「I don't think I'm ever going to forget that sight, so long as I live.
Back then, I also had a question for Vina: Why're we allowing those Sarkaz who killed Baird to leave with so much pomp and circumstance? 」

「She never said anything that day. 」

October 8th, 1098, 8:48 P.M.
Atop Londinium's Walls

「The Sarkaz troops are leaving.
The airship's shadow looms over the silent, orderly soldiers, the Lifebone tearing ripples through the dark clouds hanging above the ruins outside the city.
Vina stands atop the walls, quietly watching them march into the distance. Not too long ago, they were tearing apart her home.
The land is scarred and slick with blood.
How many years will it take to recover from the wounds Amnannam left on Londinium? 」

Indra : I don't know what you and the Doctor talked about, Vina, but there's still time to beat the shite out of all those bastards!
Our men and the boys from the ducal alliance are still waiting down at the foot of the walls. Just—

Delphine : Hannah, we're the ones who most need to stay calm right now.
I'd like more than any of you to keep them here... But truth be told, we simply can't do it.

Vina : ...

Dagda : The dukes' main fleets haven't retreated too far away, Delphine.

Morgan : Dagda's right! They can hem and haw all they like, but once we start the fight again, they'll have to help us out, even if it's just keeping up pretenses.

Delphine : Then? Are you going to let these people who fought so hard to survive the war just throw their lives away?
Don't forget the ceasefire agreement. Now's not the time to act recklessly.

Morgan : ...

Indra : All you ever say is 'don't, don't, don't'! Screw this! Screw it all!
I can't take it any longer!
(Choking back tears) All those people... Our friends... Baird...

[Indra angrily stomps away. ]

「Indra stays not a moment longer. She fears she cannot stop herself from sliding down the walls to join the crowd below.
She fears she cannot stop herself from leading the charge, pulling her battle-worn yet battle-hungry fellows back into the fray. 」

Vina : Hannah...

Dagda : She's been bottling herself up this whole time. Don't worry, Vina. I'll go keep an eye on her.
She's just venting. She's not the foolhardy type.

Morgan : Vina. Why're we allowing those Sarkaz who killed Baird to leave with so much pomp and circumstance?

Vina : ...

Delphine : This is the best the Doctor and Wiš'adel could get us.
Londinium cannot withstand another war. There's... There's enough dead already.
You know this, Vina.

Vina : *sigh* Tell the Exemplars, no rash action from anyone—

[Transceiver buzzes ]

Vina : Doctor?

Doctor : Rhodes Island received a few invitations from the dukes.
They want us to sit in on the post-war conference on handling Londinium.

Vina : Handling... You mean before all the Sarkaz are even gone?
Are they really in such a rush?
I don't think the city as it is now is willing to play ball with their machinations.

Doctor : They realized that too. / That's why they chose you.

Vina : Hmph...

Doctor : You could always refuse, Vina.

Vina : ...
This is my home, Doctor.

Delphine : Made your decision, Vina?

Vina : Wasn't it made the moment we lead the Exemplars on our charge into the city?
They know it, and I do too.

Delphine : It's not something to take lightly, but you have my full support.

Morgan : ...

Doctor : Then Rhodes Island will 'attend' the conference. / We'll stand by your side.

Vina : Thank you, Doctor.
I suppose you're saying the biggest challenge is yet to come?
Hah, I'm supremely curious as to what they'll spew out of those pretty little mouths of theirs.

Doctor : We'll meet you as soon as we can.

[Transmission ends ]

Vina : Coming home's not always easy, is it?

After operation

Summary

Soon after the end of the war, Vina determinedly takes up the mantle of Speaker to protect Londinium's citizens, no matter what the dukes demand of her. In the presence, another name is causing her headache: Millscar.

<Background 4>

October 8th, 1098, 7:28 P.M.
Palace of Westhaleg

「Shortly after the war 」

The Young Duke : This was a resplendent place twenty-six years ago.
At the time, the dome above was polished to a mirror sheen, and the radiance of the twin moons and the enchanting darkness of the starry sky dancing together was a most beauteous sight.
Once, I kissed the back of His Majesty's hand here. 'Paying respects to King Alistair', a rare honor indeed.

[Footsteps approaching ]

Vina : Victoria no longer has a king, my Lady—
Or should I call you the Earl of March?

The Young Duke : Just Eleanor is fine.
I did not beg His Grace the Duke of Normandy for the seat of County March to hold the title of Earl, but rather to expedite a few business matters, Your Highness.
If it were not for that farcical royal hanging, we might have been much closer, Vina.

「She takes out a gilded purple business card, its face embossed with nothing more than a golden loosestrife flower. 」

The Young Duke : Please, take it. Since you're more accustomed to do things in a businesslike manner, this might put you at ease.

Vina : I'm afraid we are not so well-acquainted. Do you all always decide the future of Londinium here, my Lady?

The Young Duke : It was never up to me where we meet. Besides, considering all that's happened here, surely there is nowhere else more suited than this?

「Eleanor looks at the faded statues and dusty doors at the end of the hallway, as if she could capture their past glory.
In the room beyond was the King of Victoria's throne. Upon it he once sat, dictating the rise and fall of the Empire.
But what remains behind those doors now? 」

<Background fades out and in>

The Young Duke : I arrived early to both walk down memory lane and to meet with you. We have much to talk about.
Did you not wish to meet me too?

Vina : You know I'm holding a—

The Young Duke : Vina, surely your friends from Rhodes Island have divulged what the other dukes are thinking to you.

Vina : The other dukes? I don't see much difference between you, them and the Duke of Normandy backing you.

The Young Duke : Oh, don't get me mixed up with His Grace. He's a man worthy of respect, but it's not worth bothering him with trifles such as handling Londinium.
As for the rest of them, I dare not say I'm worthy of comparison.
The Sarkaz withdrawal does not mean that Londinium's troubles are over. None are willing to tally up the change in the Infected population, but the outcome is rather clear.
Victoria's pharmaceutical production lines are insufficient, and nobody wants to rework their precious factories for the sake of the Infected. You know what I mean.

Vina : What do you mean?

The Young Duke : I have a long-standing partnership with the Columbian military. They've even referred me to several pharmaceutical companies.
There is no crack that cannot be plugged. For the right price, of course.

Vina : Is that a threat?

The Young Duke : Only if you think it is. Don't be too hasty to respond. Figure out what bargaining chips you have first before you come find me, Vina.
Let's start our future partnership on the right foot.
Oh, and, you know you can tell just by looking around that your family once steered the course of all Victoria from this ancient palace.
Your Royal Highness Alexandrina, Londinium is far too small for you—

[The palace doors swing open. ]

??? : The city's far too large, if you ask me. It shames me to admit, but the wailing I heard all across Londinium had me quaking in my boots, and in my panic, I went the wrong way.
Ah, so many tragic sights in this city...

Duke of Gododdin : You really have grown, Ellie. I still remember how you used to clamber up my back and grab onto my antlers.

The Young Duke : I am ever grateful for your generosity. His Grace the Duke of Normandy also reminded me that he is off soon to convalesce in greener pastures. You may join him, if you wish.

Duke of Gododdin : Hah, I'm not one to leave my manor before I've drained my wine cellar dry of the fine vintages within.

??? : And here I was thinking old Normandy would understand the importance of this little meeting of ours.

Duke of Caster : But no matter. You are the reason we have gathered here today, Alexandrina.

Duke of Gododdin : *cough* Your Grace didn't need to cut to the chase quite so quickly.
The old soldier's running late... Did he refuse your invitation again?

Duke of Caster : He turned his eyes away from Londinium a long time ago. I'm sure your spies will have all the details of my meeting with him served to you with breakfast tomorrow.
Yet even now, his elegance is no less impressive than the time Gaul was swallowed whole.

Duke of Gododdin : I wouldn't consider this a good thing for Victoria.
Tara and Dublinn... Though he has not explicitly declared independence from Victoria, only the blind fail to see the reality of the situation.
Abercorn and Fife suffered tremendous losses, and so have 'forfeited the right' to take part in the big decisions. And the one behind Ashworth has decided to stay far from any sort of turmoil.
As for Normandy... His stance is rather clear-cut.

「Gododdin smiles at the Young Duke. Eleanor simply performs the most minute of bows in return. 」

Duke of Gododdin : Aye, the vagaries of life.
Back in those days, we still held parliamentary banquets here, and King Alistair still sat in the throne room. None would take his words lightly.

Duke of Caster : Hah.

「In the dark and dusty hall, Duke Gododdin lithely taps out a beat etched in his memories with one foot, just like in days past.
Smoke, music, and the sunlight shined upon him from the dome above. He was a spirited young man back then, with all the lords and ladies at the feast lined up to be his dance partner. Even His Majesty applauded him.
Then, together with the other dukes, he sent the King to the gallows. 」

The Young Duke : No need to memorialize the dead, Your Grace. His orphan stands before us, does she not?

Duke of Gododdin : Hah, aye, so she does. What does it matter if Victoria has no king?

The Young Duke : ...

Duke of Gododdin : The Siege. That's all I can call you until you accept our proposal.
There are better ways to implement your ideas on the Infected, the refugees, even those pain-in-the-arse Sarkaz.
...Madam Speaker.

Vina : Should I consider this advice from the 'will of the empire'?

Duke of Caster : Call it an attempt at giving some. We have other means to handle this near-ruined city.
This is not a lifetime appointment. We will judge whether or not you are fit for the position.

Vina : Just like the past, no?
With your 'dinner table Parliament', a handful of dukes could dance around the King behind closed doors, deciding the nation's future on a whim.
And the results? Look outside. We have not yet washed ourselves clean of all the Sarkaz blood—

Duke of Caster : You look only at this little city, while I look at the whole of Victoria.
If Londinium has become an ulcer sapping Victoria's strength, I do not mind gouging it out.
I will allow other nations to see Victoria bleed, but I will not tolerate them mocking our scars, nauseating though they may be.
If you stand in a sewer, you cannot expect to have full view of an ancient empire. Do not forget that the family name 'Victoria' is no stranger to me, Your Royal Highness Alexandrina.
Only the strong and the heroic have the power to steer the empire on its future course.

Duke of Gododdin : Let's not frighten our future friend, Your Grace. Didn't we gather here to soothe our worries in a more pleasant manner?
Old Wellington is far from the core, Windermere is in a constant state of uproar, and the rest are keeping an eye on how we stand.
Since it's rare for us all to see eye-to-eye on a matter, let's keep things simple.

The Young Duke : That, I cannot deny. But Vina, you can do far more than this.

Duke of Gododdin : Though this does not mean the Speaker must sit on the throne, Ellie.

Vina : Are you all finished?

「She draws her sword, and the hall falls deathly silent. 」

Duke of Caster : ...

Duke of Gododdin : ...

The Young Duke : ...

[Pen scribbling ]

「Vina insisted on recording some minutes for that secret meeting.
It was a meeting to decide Londinium's future, so her residents had the right to know what happened exactly.
I stood there in my hiding spot, trying to note down every word as impartially as I could, but when I saw Vina draw that sword from her hip, pointing it at those bastards who thought they knew it all...
I hoped from my deepest heart that she would strike them all down. That way, what came next might have gone differently. 」

Vina : My teacher once told me the Sighs of Kings was used to behead rebellious nobles—
No, not the Sighs of Kings any longer, though I do not know what to call it now.
I have not the right to name it, as it was the workers who forged it. To commemorate that victory, whose painful sting has not yet left us.
At first, as it lay forgotten upon the muddy battlefield, I thought its duty had ended.
But those heroes who lost everything still remember it, because it symbolizes the Victoria held in their hearts. They do not wish to see her laden with dust once more.

Duke of Caster : ...

Vina : I know what they intended when they gave it to me. They wanted me to judge in their stead... Judge those who brought them to desolation and ruin.
But you don't fear it, do you?
It was never the sword you feared.

「Vina gently caresses the flourishes on both sides of the sword's crossguard, every detail sculpted by the artisans of Londinium.
A hammer and a sword. They glimmer in the darkness. 」

Vina : 'So long as the sword gleams, Victoria's honor will shine eternal.'
They begged my aid in reforging this sword, broken to the point of no return... using my hammer as its core.
Once reforged, they offered it to me without hesitation. But at the time, I could make no promises. King? Speaker? As far as I'm concerned...
Neither title is worth a damn. I'm no different from them. I'm just a woman who wanted to go home.

Vina : ...

<Background 4>

Vina : And when I made it back, what did I find?
I didn't see the 'grand' Victoria you do.
But I did see Infected children in the boxing gym, hoping to learn pugilism so they could defend their homes. And drunkards, mouths full of rotting teeth, donating the drinks they had stashed away to the hospitals, all so soldiers on the operating table could be saved.
The glory of empire has long since left us, so far in the distance it can no longer warm our hard beds in the winter chill of the new year.
This sword is the duty they entrusted to me. I need neither Parliament nor royal authority to know what I must do.
I will do what I can to show them the power they hold in their hands. To make them understand the land is theirs to protect!
But until that day comes, I must stand at their forefront, no matter what title I bear.
Sewers too, may bloom. And so, here, in my home...
I will NOT be lectured by the likes of you!

「Vina firmly plants the sword into the ground, its point passing through the stone like butter. It stands tall before the dukes.
All eyes fall upon the quivering sword. A very clear provocation from Vina.
'Realmblade' and 'miracle'. In the wake of the war, those two words have become joined at the hip.
Rather than 'the late king's orphan', they are much more concerned about Vina's other identity. 」

[Slow clapping ]

Duke of Gododdin : Hah, well said, my Lady! There's really no point in us keeping the sword nowadays.
Best you pull it right out, no point in nicking such a fine blade.
Your teacher really did give you a practical education. It seems we were worried over nothing, Duke Caster.

Duke of Caster : Indeed. A rather childish way of doing things, but one that will win over the people. Parliament will see her mature faster than ever.

Vina : Wait just a bloody minute—

Duke of Caster : We have no choice, Siege. Sundered Victoria needs a new voice, and you have stepped forward.
But I have seen many die by their own blades, leading me to think long and hard about taking up that particular one.
Do not let it cut you, Madam Speaker. That is my advice.

[Footsteps ]

Doctor : She's more clear-headed than Your Graces think. / I'd say you've done pretty well so far, Vina.

Vina : Doctor?!

[Several Trilby Ashers step inside. ]

Trilby Asher : Pardon me, Your Grace. We were... unable to stop the Doctor.

Mon3tr : (Bored growl)

Duke of Caster : You are dismissed.

[The Trilby Ashers leave. ]

Doctor : Londinium needs a leader who can protect everyone.
You cannot rely on anyone else.

Vina : Doctor...

Doctor : The final decision is yours, naturally. / We will do everything we can to help the Infected here.

Duke of Caster : How interesting. A pharmaceutical company specialized in Oripathy that often dips its toe into areas outside its expertise.
You circumvented the ducal alliance, and tendered a ceasefire with those Sarkaz.

Doctor : Well, there was no reaction from Your Graces' fleets. / You assented to it, did you not?

Duke of Caster : Merely a gift, as thanks for all you have done on the battlefield.
There are some lines that must not be crossed.

[Duke Caster leaves. ]

Duke of Gododdin : We will await your answer, Siege.
As for Rhodes Island, you lot have been keeping quiet for a while now. Why the sudden urgency?

Doctor : Time itself makes for irrational decisions.

Duke of Gododdin : Oh? Time, is it...?

[Duke Gododdin leaves. ]

The Young Duke : Vina, have a good think about what the people you're still protecting really need.
And remember, if you do make your decision, don't get too close with those Rhodes Islanders.

Doctor : I believe we have a good relationship with Duke of Normandy, my Lady.

The Young Duke : That's exactly why I'm warning Vina, 'Doctor' of Rhodes Island.

[The Earl of March leaves, leaving Vina alone with the Doctor. ]

Doctor : ...

Vina : She's not quite like the other dukes.
So, what should we do now, Doctor?

Doctor : You already have your answer, don't you, Vina? / It's not good for Rhodes to get more involved in Londinium's affairs.
Amiya's already left for Kazdel. / Most of our staff... will withdraw from Londinium ASAP.

<Background 3>

December 8th, 1098, 5:01 P.M.
The Sineselde, Parliamentary Chamber

[Crowd murmurs ]

Longshot : It's been a long time since Babel took my brothers away. As for us who stayed, it's been real rough lately.
Hmph. Just do it already. I've got nothing else to say.

「He looks all around him, watching the people on their benches whisper to one another uneasily, an unconscious sneer on his face.
This place fettered him, and in its magnanimity, it had also fettered those who would decide his fate.
Not too long ago, Vina vetoed a proposal to use the Palace of Westhaleg to house the Parliament, instead choosing this building oft rented out by the royal family.
She hoped this would be the starting point of a new Parliament. 」

Delphine : I've finished looking into him, Vina.
Longshot, a lifelong mercenary, hails from a place in Kazdel called the Scar Market. During the war, he took part in defending the city in the name of the Military Commission. He never saw the front lines.
Two months ago, Babel organized a withdrawal effort. He didn't follow them. Instead, he got captured by Indra and Dagda while covering for some local Sarkaz as they evacuated. You really did save him.

Vina : I... don't remember that.

Longshot : Hah.

Delphine : After he committed this latest crime of his, we followed his trail and found the people he was hiding.
His daughter has been helping a few Sarkaz leave the city these past two months. But this time she's part of the group sneaking out herself.

Longshot : *Sarkaz expletive*!

Delphine : You attacked the shopkeep who recognized you for supplies, didn't you?

Longshot : Aaaaaghhh—

[Longshot tries throwing a punch but was swiftly blocked. ]

Vina : Restrain him!

Delphine : Don't lose your temper just yet, Longshot. Your loved ones managed to slip through our fingers. Someone's helping them.
Millscar. Sounds familiar, right?
Their 'business' is creeping into places they shouldn't be creeping into.

Longshot : ...Hah. Haha.
I don't know a damned thing, Feline. Just kill me already.

Vina : ...

Longshot : Worried my blood's going to get this pretty little place all dirty?
The war's just ended, and you're already trembling at the sight of some red?!
None of you sitting here have even one-tenth of the honesty of those Sarkaz you refuse to call Victorians!

Delphine : Just leave the rest to me.

Vina : Alright.

<Background fades out and in>

Hoarse Voice : Any new instructions from Her Grace on the latest going-ons in the city?

Gentle Voice : Her Grace has long since been aware of the trouble these Sarkaz and this Millscar have been causing, and she is very concerned about the safety of the citizens.
But now Parliament is fully assembled, and since the Speaker has been doing a fine job of solving the issues plaguing the citizenry, she believes things will improve.
However...

Hoarse Voice : However?

Gentle Voice : When it comes to rooting out the risks against Londinium's safety, Her Grace is of the opinion that we should not tarry, especially in regards to Millscar.
And so, there are still problems in this city that we must urge the Speaker to resolve sooner rather than later.

<Background 1>

December 8th, 1098, 6:05 P.M.
Millscar Hideout

Impatient Mercenary : Boss, Parliament hanged that devil, but we managed to snag the stuff he left for us.
These goods...

Millscar : Send them out.

Impatient Mercenary : But boss... That's way too risky right now. Parliament's been trying to sniff us out 24/7.

Millscar : Then hide them for a spell. They've paid their due, so we'll get them delivered. No need to worry about anything else.

Impatient Mercenary : Nobody knows about this batch anyway, maybe we can just—

[Metallic shing ]

「The mercenary gestures at his neck, but a sharp pain accompanied by a chill suddenly prickles at his chin. 」

Impatient Mercenary : B-Boss, I had to say it, even if you kill me! That's the best way to handle things!
Didn't those devils kill a whole bunch of our people?!

Millscar : If you really cared, you'd be on the Exemplars' list of decommissioned soldiers, not here.
But there's nothing wrong with caution, I suppose. With the new Speaker so concerned about the city's safety, we're an inevitable target alongside the Sarkaz.

Impatient Mercenary : Hmph. Those devils brought it upon themselves, though.

Millscar : Two months ago, they decided not to withdraw alongside the rest of their kin. Now that things are heading south for them and they finally wish to flee, it's natural they have to pay extra.
Don't worry. If this goes well, more and more business opportunities will be coming our way.

<Background 5>

Discharged Female Soldier : You're back. How'd it go? Did you manage to get any?

Injured Exemplar : Sanatorium's as full as a tin of fins. Everyone's trying to get their suppressant as soon as they can, not to mention what just happened to Madam Major...
Sorry, Diane. Not even Exemplars get special treatment.
Rhodes Island's been working around the clock to provide as many suppressants as they can, but there's just too many new Infected—

Diane : I... I understand.

Injured Exemplar : Hmm... Well, it's not like we've got no way of getting any. I've heard from some war buddies that there's private channels...

Diane : Illegal ones?

Injured Exemplar : Hey, as long as you live to see another day—

??? : There's other means of buying medicine? Huh. My boss never told me we'd have competitors.

Injured Exemplar : Hmph. Sure you didn't hear me wrong, mister?

??? : Ah, sorry, my trip from Columbia must have tired me out too much. Hello, I'm Eliseo. Here, my business card.

Diane : Colum...bia? Pure Heart Medical?

Eliseo : That's right, I rushed over to Victoria to find... to find...
Err, one second, let me check my list...
Ever since I arrived in Londinium, nearly everything's been different to how the preliminary briefing described it.

[Paper riffling ]

Eliseo : Found it. Londinium's interim health secretary... Madam Major. Could you tell me how to get to the Office of Provisional Supply Procurement?
Rest assured, I'm here representing Pure Heart Medical to discuss medical cooperation. The situation here will get better soon.

Diane : ...

Injured Exemplar : ...

Eliseo : Did I... say something wrong?

Diane : Didn't you hear the news? Madam Major has... passed away. Just this morning.
Sorry.

Eliseo : —?!
Sorry, I lost my cool for a second. No matter how hard we must strive, Pure Heart Medical's sincerity and dedication will not change.
But right now, could you please take me to her office?

Operation story: GO-2

Before operation

Summary

Parliament works to track down Millscar, while Vina understands that she must confront Allerdale, who has chosen another path.

「♪May the vast lands they keep owre kynge.
♪His people, and alle his well-wyllynge,
♪And give them grace wythoute endyng!
♪Then may we call and savely syng,
♪Victoria, yeve thankes for owre hom! 」

<Background 1>

October 8th, 1098, 9:45 P.M.
Throne Room, Palace of Westhaleg

Doctor : You've been humming that song ever since we stepped into the throne room. / Do you like it?

Vina : 'Like' is too strong a word. It's just left an impression on me.
My foster parents would hum it by my bedside whenever I couldn't sleep.
I thought it was a lullaby. It's only long after they've passed on that I realized whom I was to them, who was their 'kynge'.
The song became a stranger from that day forth, but the tune has remained familiar. I would never forget it.

Doctor : Do you still remember him? The...

Vina : The King? I'm not familiar with him. As for the man who is my closest blood relative...
I won't lie, Doctor, I tried to piece together an image of my father in my memory.
But when I saw him again with my own eyes, there was nothing familiar about him.
He was a king, and I'm just a gangster from the streets. We have nothing in common, save for the name Victoria.
There are more important things for me to think about.
You heard the dukes talking. They're ready to abandon Londinium... my home, to whatever fate.
This wasn't what I expected when Dr. Kal'tsit got you out of Chernobog and got me to plan a return to Victoria.
But I've come too far to let it go.

Doctor : Responsibility is a curious thing. / I can't let go of the Rhodes Islanders, either. / We're the same.
The dukes know you can't let go of the people who need you. They're counting on it.

Vina : And we're counting on them being obsessed with maintaining their own power.
As long as their pride still needs the name 'Victoria', the city will have time to recover.
It's a deal where the outcome is predetermined, and both sides of the table know that.
It's the people who have had my back through all this that keeps me going.
We're home. The war is over. It's time to listen to their voices.

Doctor : Vina...

Vina : What is it, Doctor?

Doctor : Perhaps the day will come when Rhodes Island doesn't approve of the choices you make. / Perhaps the day will come when you don't approve of the choices Rhodes Island makes.

Vina : ...I know.
Many of us find it hard to accept that you assisted Wiš'adel with the evacuation of the remaining Sarkaz.
But this war can go on no longer. I... We've lost enough people.
And we've heard Sarkaz warning, loud and clear.
The ducal fleets held their positions during the retreat because they all got the news—
Massive Catastrophe clouds forming over the capitals of most of the Core countries almost simultaneously.
Talk about straightforward. They strolled back to Kazdel in broad daylight.
You and Dr. Kal'tsit know what they could do with that piece of Originium.

Doctor : They won't abuse it, unless their back is to the wall.

Vina : For self-defense only? Maybe they think that way, for now.
But there is no such thing as a guarantee when one is in possession of power far greater than one can control.
I've seen many gangs rise rapidly with the backing of the nobility, only to fall apart from the inside just as quickly.

Doctor : That's why Amiya is going back to Kazdel with them. / Amiya will keep the Originium under our oversight.

「But you're not in a position to determine Sarkaz's destiny either. Both sides have been inflicted wounds that will not heal so easily.
The young Sarkaz regent has gotten his wish. The Sarkaz are once again united by concrete hatred, and obtained an Originium shard that belongs to them...
Hatred always ends the same way. Where will you be when that time comes? 」

[Low growling ]

「A golden lion walks out from behind the darkened throne and crouches by its side.
Gawain. It is like he was always here, like the reliefs around him, bearing witness to the Empire's rise and fall, all in the blink of an eye.
And now, his dark eyes have witnessed you. 」

Vina : Teacher?!

Doctor : ... / This is the first time you've shown yourself before me.

「No need to fear. I am neither a monster nor an illusion.
I show myself now because I must.
Vina has chosen a path that she had not even considered, until now. She must grow, and you are in a position to help her. 」

Doctor : Rhodes Island is already assisting her work in Londinium.

「That is not what I mean. I have no intention to interfere in Victoria's destiny, whatever it may be.
But you have led her towards a confrontation with the destiny of Terra itself, on which hope is hard to come by.
I promised one who is long gone to walk with her until the very last, but now, even my own being is no longer a certainty— 」

Doctor : We will try not to drag others into it.

「I know Vina. When the day comes, she will stand with Rhodes Island, and you will need her. But where will you stand when that day comes?
There is no need to answer. She will witness on my behalf.
You are neither her follower, nor mentor, nor foe.
You already realize that the ties you share are one-of-a-kind.
Perhaps we can afford to wait for a chance at a fresh start. But Vina cannot. 」

Vina : ......

「I have taught you how to survive, Vina. But I cannot teach you how to become hope—
The one before you, however, can. 」

Doctor : I know what I must do.

「Then guide her, the one whom Vina trusts. You are the spark that lights her fire, the spring that drives her forward.
Listen to this one, Vina, when you find yourself in doubt. 」

<Background 2>

December 10th, 1098, 7:32 P.M.
Speaker's Office

Delphine : What is this instrument, Vina?

Vina : An engineering sample made by Rockrock. Says it keeps tired workers from growing drowsy. But how's that different from just taking a nap?

Delphine : Does it work?

「Vina yawns, rubs her eyes, and continues to peruse the documents before her. 」

[Paper flips ]

Vina : No.
What DOES wake you up, though, is responding to some forty petitions to eliminate the traitor, Millscar.
Have the citizens fighting over this outside calmed down?

Delphine : Yes. Horn brought a bunch of city guard's newcomers straight out of training camp.

Vina : Thank goodness it didn't get out of hand.

Delphine : It helped that the soldiers had families and comrades on both sides. *sigh* I really don't know what the people who still support Millscar are thinking.

Vina : No surprise. It was Parliament that went back on its word first. We did have trouble with our medicine supply, and her stuff gave people hope.

Delphine : Only false hope, though.
At first, I thought you sent the Defense Forces to...

Vina : Crack down? Using violence to suppress innocent countrymen is the most cowardly and least effective method—
Why are you looking at me like that?

Delphine : Just feeling dumb for worrying at all.

Vina : Don't tease me. I've got a long way to go before I'm used to this role. Thank goodness I have a lot help from people I can trust.
My teacher, the Doctor, and you... and many others.

「She stretches, puts down Rockrock's sample, and lets out a long exhalation. 」

Vina : I would be stumbling in the dark without the intel from your informants and our Rhodes Island colleagues.

Delphine : But Millscar...

Vina : Selling dangerous drugs of unknown origin, offering predatory loans, threatening the lives of the citizenry... and colluding with the Sarkaz...
All the evidence lies in my drawer, all of it corroborated. She cannot be allowed to run unchecked just because some few benefited from association with her.

Delphine : Allerdale, she—

Vina : It's not just her, Delphine.
No one wants to see this hard-earned peace broken again, after all we've been through.
Parliament promised safety to the people. I know what must be done.

Delphine : Very well. An old friend has a lead on her that might interest you.

[The two stand up and walk out together. ]

Delphine : By the way, I've given serious consideration to the Doctor's suggestion.
Once things have settled down for a bit, I'll return to Windermere and take back certain things that have always belonged to me.

Vina : How long will you be?

Delphine : I don't know. But the Doctor is right. I need what Mother left behind, if I am to help you... even if I was reluctant at the time of her death.

Vina : Thank you.

Delphine : It's for myself, too. Victoria, Windermere, Lynncardine... I must see for myself that which Mother cared so much about.
It's the only way I can get closer to her.

<Background 3>

Injured Exemplar : Sir! Please allow me to still call you that... I-I didn't think you would come to me.
Did my application go through?

Horn : Walker, I've heard how Pitt and the others got you to leave the scene of the protest. I think—

Walker : So that's not what you're here for... Alright. Actually, I've been listening to the radio, sir.
I heard about the artillery handover to the newly reorganized Defense Forces under your command, and the newly-constructed training plate outside the city.
I went to see it myself. The facilities are superb. I can even imagine myself training there...

Horn : I'm sorry, Walker, but I can't approve your application to join the Defense Forces.

Walker : ......
Sure, if I'm not up to standard, I'll redouble my—

Horn : You know your own health. Training and fighting will only make it worse.

Walker : My condition is under control. I'm taking medicine. I haven't felt any pain from the rocks for a while! I'm getting better—

Horn : Millscar's medicine, right? We've analyzed it, and it's...

Walker : Nothing more than a painkiller. I know.
But that's what we need. Parliament's medicine rations are running out, aren't they?
At least this makes me feel better, for a while, and lets me practice wielding a crossbow with one hand. I'll pass the Defense Forces tests, sir.
'There will be hope as long as we make it back home, no matter how bloody goddamned hard life is.' That's what you told me during the defense of Chetleigh.

[Pen scribbling ]

「'We are the Exemplars.'
'We make miracles.'
What about life after the miracle, then? Where do the Exemplars go?
Horn said the miracle of the previous Exemplars lived on in Gaul, in the textbooks of military schools. What about us? It was a question no one needed to think about before we truly returned to Londinium.
When the city broadcast announced that the city belonged to the Victorians again, the youngest girl in my group asked me,
'Where do we go from here?'
I said we go home; I'll go back to the Slobberknocker with Hannah, Vina and Dagda, and you get to go home too.
But the girl told me...
'I don't have a home anymore. I only have you.' 」

[Someone knocks at the door. It opens. ]

Morgan : Vina and the others are here. We ought to go down.

Walker : Vina? Speaker Vina? She's coming for me too? Because of the protest?
Did you come to keep an eye on me, sir?

Morgan : She came to help you because she knew Vina was coming. Same for all of us.

「There is no warmth in Londinium's sunset.
The survivors do not remember if it has always been this way. Those who come after will not even question it.
Once, The Shard was the pride of this old nomadic city. Now, people pay careful attention not to step into its shadow.
They all remember the day that terror itself descended upon its pinnacle, beneath the burning red sky. 」

<Background 4>

「Two walk side-by-side through the sparse crowd, the setting sun drawing long shadows behind them.
Those they pass bow to them, then go back to the work at hand, humming—
♪Then may we call and savely syng,
♪Victoria, yeve thankes for owre hom! 」

Vina : The refurbishment of The Shard seems to be proceeding ahead of schedule.

Delphine : Rhodes Island helped a lot: providing medicine, taking in patients, and the Engineering Department has been helping with construction work in the city.
The initial incident left such an impression on the people that the proposal to modify The Shard met no significant opposition.
And we're cleaning up the Originium crystal growths in the city while we're at it.
But the engineers of the Self-Salvation Corps say it'll take some time for things to go back to normal. Even the mobility layer is affected.

Vina : Have we confirmed the retrieval team for The Shard's core technologies?

Delphine : We have a preliminary list, but we're still doing background checks on some of the technicians and scholars. They have... certain links, if you know what I mean.

Vina : I do. The dukes have given me a heads-up. We'll turn a blind eye, as long as there's no serious issue.
I, for one, am hoping that they find something worthwhile in that scrapheap. It would be a good thing for Victoria.

Delphine : And it's not such a bad thing for us if they started fighting over it.

Horn : Vina. Delphine.

[Footsteps ]

Delphine : Horn? I thought you were...

Horn : I came to visit an old comrade.
Don't mind me. I was just about to go and see how Bagpipe's doing with the new recruits.

「Horn stretches, but shows no sign of leaving. Vina sighs. 」

[Hurried footsteps ]

Morgan : Vina! You would never guess what Walker and I talked about. You remember the Davises, who came with us from Chetleigh? Well, the wife just gave birth—

Vina : I know why you're here, Morgan.
Walker and the protests are a matter for Parliament... it's not something I should get involved in.
I'm just here to talk about the whereabouts of Millscar.

Morgan : ......

Walker : Thanks, but there's no need to make things difficult for Madam Speaker.
I trust Parliament. I know many MPs. Fine people.

Delphine : Parliament is not as simple as you think. There are those who would prefer to escalate the issue.
But resolving the Millscar issue as soon as possible is in the best interests of everyone, including you.

Walker : ......

[Pen scribbling ]

「The solder who charged into the city with us stood in the setting sun, suffering our 'interrogation'.
We all know that Vina can influence Parliament... if she chooses to.
That was the day when I truly realized that Vina had not belonged solely to the Glasgow Gang for a long time. 」

「Maybe my Vina already said goodbye to us that afternoon.
That day, all factories of the city came rumbling to life, and steam gushed up to the sky.
I saw her golden hair flying wild in the wind, blocking the fleeting tears in her eyes. She turned towards us with a smile and said—
'We're home.'
We're home. But things have not gone the way we expected.
Does going back home mean goodbye?
Will we lose Vina? 」

[Loud rabbling and fighting ]

'The factories welcome us!'
'There are survivors in the city!'
'Why do you stand in our way?'
'I'm sorry... dukes' orders. The Exemplars must not act on their own until the dukes have come to a conclusion.'
'Why are you pointing your bow at me?'
'Weren't we fighting side-by-side just a moment ago?'
'What do we do? Is that a... protest? In the city?'

[Steam gushes out from several chimneys across the city, factories revving to life. ]

September 28th, 1098, 5:27 P.M.
Londinium

「The city was angry. 」

Morgan : The troops that stood in our way... are they falling back?

Indra : The factories are waking up? I thought the Sarkaz had shut everything down.

Dagda : ...I remember these factories. I know where they are. I always will.
That's Miles Industries on York Street! And that's Coppola Foods on Scott Street! And that's—
'Consolidated Inc.'... 'Hankin's'... 'South Wicker Cargo'...
(Choked) Vina... I thought they...

「Those that were silent, those that had been abandoned, those that had been commandeered by the Sarkaz, and those that continued to run timidly.
All the city's factories came alive at the same time, but the Sarkaz hastily pulling back from the battlefield outside the city had no time to notice.
The steam that gushed out was the breath of steel and machine. The factories were roaring. 」

Morgan : What's going on?

Vina : They're helping us. Londinium is helping us.

Allied Soldier : March on, Exemplars. It's time to bring this to an end.
This is Lieutenant Diane Weber of the Sixth Column, Tenth Infantry Regiment. Lower your weapons, soldiers, and escort the Exemplars in their advance.

Vina : You're defying the dukes?

Diane : Before I was a soldier, I was a Londinier. This is my home too.
Go, Siege. The fight is not yet over.
We will take back what is ours!

「The first squad starts lowering their crossbows, and they are soon followed by others, who step aside to clear a path. 」

Vina : Exemplars, forward!

[The soldiers march. ]

Vina : We're home.

<Background 5>

Catherine : Keep the factories running at full steam! Keep the Sarkaz at bay just a bit longer!
The dukes want people to think there's no Victorians left alive, justifying them sitting on their hands out there. But we'll make 'em hear we're still here!
The people outside the walls will know we haven't given up yet!

Percival : Thanks for the assist, Madam Catherine. You can trust our guys; everyone has a trick or two up their sleeves.
Nine and the others are working on the other factories. This whole city is about to rise up.

Catherine : Are you coming back... Feist?

<Background 6>

Heidi : Is it on?

Guard Operator : On it is! The other factories have also been restored, just as the Doctor planned.
It's not just the citizens that are helping us though. There are other people, and they call themselves—
Reunion...

<Background 7>

Duke of Gododdin : Well, well. I haven't seen the city so lively in years.
I just got word that alliance troops have cleared a path for the Exemplars.
That wasn't our orders. Are you happy with the test results?

Duke of Caster : It seems we have underestimated the influence of a miracle.
We should hasten our preparations, then.

<Background 8>

Mysterious Mercenary : Hey, boss, looks like we don't have to cause a commotion anymore.
They're letting the Exemplars through.

??? : Pull the ambush and give a hand to the factories we captured.
Tell the people in charge that the boilers keep burning until I say stop.

Mysterious Mercenary : You got it.

??? : ......
Welcome home, Vina.

<Background 2>

December 10th, 1098, 9:28 P.M.
Speaker's Office

[Transmission comes in ]

Vina : Speaker's Office.
Walker's fine. Parliament won't come down hard on him over this little thing. But tell him to stay safe.
There's no telling if the people watching us might find him inconvenient to them.
And... how are things going over there?
...Good.

[Transmission ends ]

Vina : We'll find you...
Allerdale.

After operation

Summary

The reorganized Defense Forces set forth to maintain order in Londinium. Millscar is smuggling Sarkaz out of the city. Vina officiates a memorial service for the fallen innocent.

<Background 4>

Nervous Child : I-I just go over there like this?

Ill-Intentioned Citizen : Yes. Just go over there and ask what the price is.

Nervous Child : A-Alright.

[Footsteps ]

<Background fades out and in>

「The child approaches the merchant's stall and timidly peruses the wares. 」

Amiable Merchant : Fireworks, kid?

Nervous Child : Y-Yeah...

Amiable Merchant : A special occasion? A gift? This one's real popular for celebrations!

Nervous Child : B-But there's a lot of dust—

Amiable Merchant : That's normal; it's been lying in the warehouse for a while. How about this, you buy one, and I'll give you one free—

[Fuse crackling ]

Amiable Merchant : What's that smell—
Fire! It's you, isn't it?!

Ill-Intentioned Citizen : Hah!

[The man flees. ]

Nervous Child : ......

Ill-Intentioned Citizen : What are you standing there for? Run!

<Background fades out and in>

「The merchant tries to put out the fire to no avail, and is soon surrounded by flames himself.
The exploding fireworks draws a gawking crowd.
The 'practical joker' has long fled the scene with the child.
'But... wasn't it supposed to be a joke...'
'Serves him right for marrying a devil woman, the bastard.' 」

??? : The fire's getting bigger! I'll grab the man; you get the crowd out of here!

Defense Force Patrol : Yes, ma'am!

[Hurried footsteps ]

「The piledriver spear rips the flames apart. The sounds of explosions and crackling fire sing joyfully in cacophony.
A Vouivre emerges from the flames, spear in one hand, the merchant in the other. She puts the merchant down in a safe place, then sits beside him, wiping the soot off her face. 」

<Background fades out and in>

Bagpipe : Ach, sorry aboot yer stall, I think I might've...

Amiable Merchant : It's fine, fine, don't worry.

Bagpipe : Fine? This is... fine?

「She points towards the raging fire, with fireworks still leaping out from time to time.
The gawking crowd continues to grow. A drunkard, seemingly oblivious to what is going on, pulls over an unsuspecting passerby and starts dancing.
Under the setting sun is pandemonium, drunken singing mixed with angry yelling mixed with the cackle of fireworks.
This street has not been so lively since the Sarkaz took over.
It is the very picture of chaos, but the merchant, who has already calmed down, begins to laugh. 」

Bagpipe : ...?

Amiable Merchant : I haven't seen the folks so happy in a very long time. Brings back memories...

Bagpipe : But... it's your stall that's on fire.

Amiable Merchant : You know what? I'm in a good mood today. Let's just call it a fireworks show for everyone!
Between you and me, ma'am... my wife can finally leave the city, tonight.

Bagpipe : ...?

Defense Force Patrol : No injuries, ma'am. Should we go after the troublemaker?

Amiable Merchant : Well, nobody got hurt—

Bagpipe : We've got a duty to handle anyone who commits an offense.

Amiable Merchant : Well, thank you, in any case. Say, can you dance? Or play an instrument?

Bagpipe : What?

Amiable Merchant : Can't let good fireworks go to waste, can I?
Maybe my wife will hear the commotion. My way of saying goodbye.

Bagpipe : *sigh* I'm startin' to miss wartime. Even workin' on the farm. Anythin's easier than this 'keepin' the peace' business.
But, hey, if everyone's happy, who'm I tae complain?

「Once she is satisfied that there is no danger, she lies down on a crate by the roadside, stretches, and lets the beams of the setting sun fall upon her face. 」

Bagpipe : Gimme a haystack over this any day.
Where are you, Chenchen...?

<Background fades out and in>

Nervous Child : Wh-Why did you burn his stall? You said you were just going to snitch something!

Ill-Intentioned Citizen : That shameless bastard's own fault for marrying a devil.
On the bright side, maybe somebody's already lynched his wife—

[The man is suddenly punched. ]

Ill-Intentioned Citizen : Whoa!
Who the feck are you?

Nervous Child : —!

Millscar : Now's your chance to run, kid.

Nervous Child : O-Okay!

[The child flees. ]

Ill-Intentioned Citizen : Wh-What do you want?

Millscar : Just doing a favor for a client. Maybe it'll bring in future business.

[Millscar punches the man in the gut, incapacitating him. ]

<Background 9>

Millscar : What's the situation with this batch?

Tired Mercenary : Coast is clear, and the head count checks out, no problem. But word on the streets is that Parliament is looking for you.

Millscar : Nothing they can actually do about it. Same as before, don't cause any trouble.

Tired Mercenary : Speaking of trouble...
There's a kid in this batch that's giving us a hard time.

Indignant Child : Why can't I see my dad one last time before we leave?
This man says there's fireworks outside. It's dad's fireworks!

Millscar : ......

Nervous Woman : Shh, quiet.

Indignant Child : You don't want to leave either, do you, Mum—

「The Sarkaz covers the child's mouth and holds her tightly, gazing up nervously at the woman looking quietly down at her. 」

Nervous Woman : I'm sorry, she's just not used to this... her father never left her side, even during the war.

Millscar : Our deal with your husband was to get you out of the city. The rest is not my business.
If you want to stay, that's also your own decision.

Nervous Woman : ......

Old Woman : Ma'am, they're just scared because they've never been through anything like this.
None of us have... Don't worry, I'll take care of the girl. She won't cause you any trouble.

Indignant Child : But where are we going? What about Dad?

Nervous Woman : He'll come find us once he's taken care of things at home.

Old Woman : *sigh* I knew this day would come, the day the people from Kazdel came.

Millscar : You don't like the Military Commission? Isn't Theresis your legendary hero?

Old Woman : I'm every bit the Londinier that you are. I've never been anywhere else since I was born, and I don't know no Theresis.
Your accent, that's not how commoners talk. I take it you ended up here because of the folks from Kazdel?

Millscar : I—
Never mind.

Old Woman : You're a good person, ma'am. No one else would come close to us at a time like this.
Without you, the new Parliament might've... nothing to be surprised, I suppose. The bigwigs never change, whatever happens.
I've seen enough in my lifetime.

Millscar : This new Parliament is different—

Old Woman : Maybe. For people like us, though, it all feels the same.

「The aged Sarkaz soothes the sobbing child and sighs. 」

Old Woman : Don't be afraid, child. Your father is an honest man, more honest than most people I've met. He'll find you.

Indignant Child : Alright... but where will you go after leaving here?

Old Woman : I plan on visiting some old friends. They left during the withdrawal with their twins, who work for a pharmaceutical company.

Millscar : ......

Old Woman : Do you know them, ma'am?

Millscar : No. We have no time. You should get ready to leave.

Old Woman : What is your name, ma'am?

Millscar : We will not meet again.

Old Woman : Humor an old woman, won't you? I just want to thank you, on behalf of myself, and all those who are afraid of you—
And I would rather not direct this gratitude to a code name that's ready to be cast aside any time.

Millscar : ......
Allerdale.

[The Sarkaz turn around and begin walking. ]

Old Woman : Beautiful name. Thank you, Allerdale.

「Allerdale. A name that should have been laid to rest in the Mausoleum of Kings.
In the darkness where even the passage of time became blurred, she had sought to die in the ruins of history, to be forgotten by all those whom she disappointed, yet she was afraid to die, afraid to be forgotten.
But when muddy water dripped from the hole that the Steam Knight left behind and fell upon her palm, she opened her eyes and saw light.
What lay at the end of the light was life, and submission again.
Her hesitation may have lasted three days, or three minutes... in the end, she made the same choice as she once did. 」

'You will meet Vina again, someday.'

<Background fades out>

「She recited it over and over in her mind, and crawled quietly into the light. 」

<Background 10>

December 12th, 1098, 5:32 P.M.
Office of Provisional Supply Procurement

Eliseo : What do you mean, the reservation with Madam Major is no longer valid and I have to get in queue again?
Should we be trying to buy time for the Infected who can't get medication?

Unperturbed Official : I'm afraid the reservation system is under maintenance. There are a lot of files that need to be organized following Madam Major's passing.
However, we are all very busy with preparations for Madam Major's funeral.

Eliseo : How long are we talking?

Unperturbed Official : It should be up and running within seven business days. We will inform you as soon as reasonably possible.

Eliseo : —!
Have you been to the Center for Biological Infection Control? More and more citizens whose conditions are deteriorating rapidly are being sent there by the day.
Most Londiniers didn't know how to handle acute Oripathy attacks before the war. The ones who need help the most are the ones getting the least of it.
They can't afford to wait... not to mention the proliferation of drugs that have little actual effectiveness...

Unperturbed Official : Your feedback is noted. We will pass it on to the Center for Biological Infection Control. Is there anything else I can help you with?

Eliseo : ......
Tell me where the Speaker's office is.

Unperturbed Official : If you would like to visit the Speaker, I can assist you in making a reservation—

Diane : No need to ask him. I know where the Speaker is.
Come with me, Eliseo.

Unperturbed Official : I apologize for the inconvenience. Please let us know if you need any other assistance. And thank you for the coffee, sir.
It is a very valuable gift.

Eliseo : ......

<Background fades out and in>

Eliseo : Aren't you furious, Diane? This is no way for them to behave. I came to Londinium to—

Diane : To save us?

Eliseo : No... that's not what I mean.

Diane : But it's what you think, isn't it?

Eliseo : I-I mean no offense. I'm grateful that you've put a roof over my head, but I also see there's nothing but chaos in the matter of helping the Infected here.
I get that it takes time to build up and improve systems and workflows. Please understand, though, that it was my job to raise such issues, back in Columbia.
I just want to see more regulated and effective workflow to provide help to more Infected. And if I may say so, we're a little ahead on that front.

Diane : I've never been to Columbia, Eliseo, and I don't know how people like us are treated back where you call home.
I would love to see it, if I get the chance.
But that gentleman has done nothing wrong. He has done what was tasked of him in such cases; in fact, he has done it better than any of his predecessors.
Londinium has many problems. But things are getting better, even better than before the war.

Eliseo : It seems you trust this new Parliament?

Diane : No, but I trust the Speaker. Come, I'll take you to her.

Eliseo : How do you know where she is?

Diane : I take it you Columbians are not in the habit of listening to the broadcasts.

Eliseo : Well, we're more used to watching...
Never mind. Where is the Speaker?

Diane : At the memorial service for Madam Major.

<Background 11>

[Crowd murmurs ]

Eliseo : Here? There are so many people, how do we get to the Speaker?

Diane : Come with me. I know a shortcut.

[The two cut through some bushes. ]

「Through the window, Eliseo sees Vina Victoria for the first time.
He has done his homework, and heard the legends of the young Speaker during the war.
He thought the Speaker would be more impressive.
When he sees the well-dressed Aslan speaking at the podium, he feels nothing but disappointment—
Vina Victoria is not nearly as splendid as he imagined. 」

??? : Are you lost?
If you're here for the service, the entrance is that way.

Eliseo : —!

Delphine : Would you like a hand, Eliseo?

Eliseo : Oh, er, thank you.

Diane : ......

Eliseo : Hey, how did you—

Delphine : I was the one who put the files on Pure Heart Medical—and yourself—on the Speaker's table, long before you arrived in Londinium.

Eliseo : So you know what I'm here for?

Delphine : Of course.

Eliseo : And the Speaker knows what I've been trying to do for the past few days?

Delphine : Of course.
Unfortunately, it's not that simple.

Eliseo : I thought the Speaker would be different from the other nobles I've met.

Diane : Eliseo!

Delphine : It's fine. I would just like to clear up the misunderstanding. This is not Columbia, Eliseo, and it is arrogance to judge us by your standards.
Sometimes, we must follow the rules first, in order to change things.

Diane : Not even she could do it?

「Inside the hall, Vina is muttering something with a sad expression on her face, but they cannot hear what she is saying.
Delphine meets Diane's gaze, then quickly averts her eyes. 」

Diane : ......

Eliseo : Was Madam Major another victim of the rules?

Delphine : No, only a respectable woman. One of those 'nobles' you were talking about.
She could have stayed in Normandy, far from danger, but she came of her own accord to the chaos of Londinium in order to help the people here.
She refused to stop working, even as her condition deteriorated, trying to help as many people as she could. Just like you, Eliseo.
Our conflict with her was only because of the harm that her radicalness and stubbornness were doing to herself.
There are no dark secrets, no conspiracies behind her passing. She was not a 'victim'.

Eliseo : I'm sorry, I... I didn't know.
But that makes it even harder to understand. Why do you refuse to work with Pure Heart? We're just trying to solve your problems.

Delphine : Are you aware that Pure Heart Medical is backed by the Columbian Department of Defense and the Maylander Foundation?

Eliseo : Of course. The military and the Foundation have always been our main stakeholders.

Delphine : You... are a good, responsible man. Feel free to come and find me, if you insist on carrying out that responsibility.

Eliseo : Oh, er... you are...?

Delphine : Delphine Windermere. You may call me Delphine. Looks like your company has work to do when it comes to client research.

Eliseo : —!
I'm not giving up, Lady Delphine. I believe we can help with Londinium.

Delphine : I can't make any promises on behalf of Vina or Parliament. But believe me when I say that we want to heal this city more than anyone else.
But, if you would like, you can come with me, to say goodbye to Madam Major...
And to all those who have died in the chaos of the past few years.

「The bell of mourning tolls. Fowlbeasts glide close to the ground, a sign of impeding rain.
Right now, though, nobody pays any heed. Their heads are bowed.
No tears are shed. War has already spent the city of its last drop. 」

<Background 9>

Indra : All leads point to this place being Millscar's hideout. Why are you still taking your time?

Dagda : Don't you think it's too easy?
Besides, there has been rumors of unidentified Sarkaz activity here. Can't hurt to be careful.

Indra : I say it can't hurt to have an accident or two. Good exercise.
Why do you think I refused to help Morgan with her stupid paperwork?
You're an upright girl, to come along like this. I thought you'd shut yourself up in the tower as soon as you came back.

Dagda : You really ought to be staying put at the ship, Hannah. How many times has Medical reminded you about your condition—

「The sound of bells echoes in the sky above the city. As if everything has gone quiet for a moment. 」

Indra : ......

Dagda : The memorial service has started.

Indra : ......
Well—no time to wallow in sentiment. Let's go, Dagda. I don't want to get my arse kicked while I'm trying to wipe the tears from my eyes.

Dagda : Sometimes I just don't know what to do with you, Hannah.
What do we do if we run into Allerdale?

Indra : Punch her in the gut and leave the rest for Vina to worry about.

[Something metal clangs onto the floor. ]

Dagda : Who's there?!

??? : I'm afraid you won't find her. It's not you she wants to see.

Indra : Who are you?!

[Footsteps ]

??? : The Rose Riverside's Canoe.

Operation story: GO-3

Before operation

Summary

Vina received a mysterious gift when the Exemplars broke into the city, confirming for the first time that an old friend had survived.

[Morgan writing on her manuscript ]

「I couldn't decide how to start the chapter on Allerdale, when I decided to write one for her. I realized I knew so little about the name that should've been so familiar to me.
The last Cumberland. The one who betrayed us. The one who gave her life to save us. The one who bragged about her cream stew. 」

[Morgan continues her writing on her manuscript ]

「Millscar. Caster's minion. Cumberland the Ever on High. Which one was the real Allerdale? 」

<Background 1>

September 28th, 1098, 4:53 P.M.
Londinium Underground Tunnel

「Thirty-four minutes until the Exemplars break through the blockade 」

Concerned Mercenary : Coordinates confirmed, boss. The location in the anonymous warning message is just ahead. And we've identified the source—

Millscar : Rhodes Island.
No surprises there. Let's go.

「The mercenary does not move. There is uncertainty on his face. 」

Millscar : Out with it.

Concerned Mercenary : The boys trust you. Without you, we would have rotted in the alleys, or the devils would have—
I've already died once, so I'm fine with putting my head on the line for you. But this just doesn't make sense. Why should we trust Rhodes Island? We know nothing about them.
The Exemplars are almost inside the city. It's going to be bedlam outside. We could take this opportunity to line our pockets...
Or at least... you should not risk yourself, being here.

Millscar : You're not the only one who thinks this way, are you?

「The mercenary is silent. He dares not meet Millscar's gaze, fearing her wrath.
But nothing happens. 」

Millscar : Have you thought about what will become of Londinium after this war?

Concerned Mercenary : Er... the way it used to be?

Millscar : No, nothing will go back to the way it used to be. No one can go back, no matter what comes of this war.

Concerned Mercenary : Y-You're abandoning us?

Millscar : No, I need you. Soon, Londinium will become a city in need of mending.
The old order has been destroyed by death and violence. There will be plenty of gaps left behind, plenty to feed us.

Concerned Mercenary : But—

Millscar : I'm not asking your opinion.
Listen, I don't plan on going back to the old life, which means we have to plan for a new one. I haven't forgotten about you, of course.
In order to keep our livelihood, we need people to know what we're capable of.
Don't say I didn't give you a choice. So, are you coming or not?

Concerned Mercenary : ......
Oh, sod it, put me at the front of the line, boss.

<Background 2>

[Water dripping from sewer pipes ]

Concerned Mercenary : I'm not imagining it, am I... what is this...?
The blood-red rocks in the gaps of the frame and in the furnace... did the devils hide them here? What are they planning?

Millscar : Vampire stuff.

「There is a faint smell of blood in the air. She recalls the onrushing squirming monsters that came straight out of a nightmare. 」

Concerned Mercenary : Boss! I found something here!

Millscar : A ducal alliance soldier?

Concerned Mercenary : Something's not right. He hasn't been dead for long. The name tag... Fifth Infantry Regiment, Eighth Column. Rank... Major?!

Millscar : The Earl of March's troops, under the Duke of Normandy. No external wounds, but the death was not natural.
Her unit should still be outside the walls. Why would a major from the unit be here—

??? : Where did they come from? Kill them, and quickly. The orders must not be delayed.
There are other altars that still need to be activated. There is no time.

[Heavy rustling sounds mixed with metals ]

Concerned Mercenary : The devils have us surrounded! There's no way out—

[Allerdale puts out a sword from her cloak ]

Millscar : Why do we need one?

Concerned Mercenary : ......

「'Lunatic'.
No one knows where the Steam Knight sword in her hand came from, much less where Millscar herself came from.
The mercenary's legs tremble. He regrets not turning around a few minutes ago.
As long as that purple blade would not impale him from behind. 」

Concerned Mercenary : Bugger all.

[Nadine steps in ]

Nadine : Huh. I know that sword.
The General's briefing mentioned you. You've got nerve. Is the tin can somewhere nearby?
Maybe we can kill two fowlbeasts with one stone.

Millscar : Hmph.

[Allerdale prepares to attack Nadine and revs up the sword ]

Nadine : Carry on with your work, I'll handle this—

[Clinking sound ]

「*jingle*
Like wind chimes on the beams of a mausoleuma caressed by a breeze, the golden pendants and gems that hang from the veil of the one who slumbers sway and clang against each other in the air. 」

??? : Excuse me, did anyone see my earring?
There you are, Little Garnet—Oh, it's broken...
I guess I'll have to borrow your toys, Duq'arael. Not like you're in any position to refuse.

[Unknown Sarkaz Arts being cast affecting the altar and it is destroyed ]

「The blood-red altar within the iron frame begins to glow, but quickly goes dark again and then shatters.
The broken red pendant in the air is now good as new, glowing with a faint light.
The red glow is almost mesmerizing. 」

[Clinking ]

「*jingle*
The sound echoes by Millscar's ear. 」

??? : Take care of Little Garnet for me, for a while.
She'll lead you where you belong. Now, you should go.
I'm surprised that anyone like Dame Kal'tsit would trust you, though.

Millscar : —!

[Bats wing flapping ]

「She sees the red and black figure.
Why would a vampire save my life? Dame Kal'tsit? Dr. Kal'tsit of Rhodes Island? What are they planning?
She has many questions, but finds herself holding the cold conical earring in her hand. 」

Mysterious Vampire : There's no time to waste if you want to help that one. This is not the only altar in these parts.

Millscar : What do I do?

Mysterious Vampire : She will tell you.

「'She'? Millscar suddenly feels a pulse from the earring in her hand, like a heartbeat. 」

Nadine : Stop her—

Mysterious Vampire : Shh.

[Hushing sound and heartbeats ]

Nadine : *Sarkaz expletive*!

「Nadine feels all the blood in her body rush back towards her heart for a second, and the vertigo that comes with it.
For the first time, she envies the kindred who have abandoned flesh and blood. 」

Mysterious Vampire : The path has been prepared.
Take care of her, and she will guide you to me.

<Background 3>

September 28th, 1098, 5:21 P.M.

「Six minutes until the Exemplars break through the blockade 」

Millscar : Let's go to the next one.

Concerned Mercenary : Boss, that weird Vampire thing... as we destroy the altars, it just keeps getting... prettier.

Millscar : We've got more important things to worry about. Word is that the Exemplars have made it into the city, but they're being impeded by the ducal alliance's troops.
Have the factories gotten the order?

Concerned Mercenary : Aye. They're getting ready.

Millscar : These strange hidden Sarkaz altars, and rumors that the dukes are ready to leave Londinium blockaded and abandon it to its fate...
Hah. Who's the one who actually wants to blow up the city?

??? : Does it really matter?

Clovisia : It's been a while, Allerdale.

Millscar : ......
I thought you were dead.

Clovisia : I thought YOU were dead.
Even with Rhodes Island's help, there are too many of these for you to deal with, and too little time.
Who knows how many such altars the Sarkaz have hidden across the city? Without my knowledge, too. They could not have done it on their own.
More than one key district will be reduced to rubble if these altars are activated. I've discovered and destroyed several key ones, however.

Millscar : By yourself...?

Clovisia : Vina needs help. The Exemplars need one final push. And the dukes need to hear the true voice of the people.
It was I who spread the rumors that the dukes are planning to abandon Londinium. Not that there wasn't an element of truth to it.

Millscar : What do you want me to do?

Clovisia : You're already doing it. You and those who follow you.
But you, too, need a little push. I'll take care of the remaining altars.

Millscar : You've changed. A lot.

Clovisia : I could say the same for you, 'Millscar'. Are you sure you like that name?
You've chosen to live. Then follow the path, and see where it leads.

[Millscar steps away ]

Millscar : ......

Concerned Mercenary : Boss, she's—

Millscar : Run like you've got all Kazdel on your heels. Go to the outer city, and tell the others to get ready to receive the Exemplars.

September 28th, 1098, 5:27 P.M.
Londinium

「The Exemplars break through the blockade. Across the city, factories roar to life, welcoming them home. 」

[Morgan keeps writing ]

「I keep thinking back to that afternoon.
Factories, Vina, steam, cheering, boxing, angry yelling, Baird...
The bits of memory gush to the surface together, mixing together, wiping away what happened that afternoon. 」

[Morgan keeps writing ]

「The one thing I will never forget is when Vina said: 'We're home.'
I wanted to cry. It was a long, long journey, from the day we left the city to the day we came back.
We're home. But how many did we lose, how many who walked with us on this journey? 」

[Morgan keeps writing ]

「And which of them could come back after they left, besides Allerdale?
...
I miss Baird. 」

<Background 4>

September 30th, 1098, 5:22 A.M.
Exemplars Camp

「Two days after the Exemplars break through the blockade 」

Morgan : I never knew taking inventory could be such a pain.
Taking inventory at the factories on our turf back in the day wasn't half as bad...

Vina : If this is pain, I'll gladly take more pain.

Morgan : It sure is exciting, though, to see so many people supporting us—
(Yawn) We've been at this all night. The sun's already coming up.

Vina : We have to push forward. The others can only buy so much time.
Word from Wiš'adel is that they threw a dozen wrenches into the Military Commission's system of command, but the Nachzehrers are still guarding Westhaleg.
We've been inside the city for two days, but there has been little sign of movement from them.

Morgan : Weren't there rumors that Theresis has abandoned them and gone into hiding? Maybe that's why the Nachzehrers aren't moving.

Vina : That's just speculation. Not even the Doctor's team has been able to confirm it.
Get some rest, Morgan. The alliance's order to attack will come soon—

Morgan : I just don't like counting, that's all!
I want to help Dagda. I reckon I've got a little more experience sweet-talking people into helping us.
Delphine is persuading the nobles who are still on the fence. Hannah and Catherine are organizing the surviving workers and Self-Salvation Corps. I have no doubt they can get it done.
But Dagda... she's not really the temperament for this...

Vina : Go help her.

[Hurried steps ]

Vina : Phew.

[Vina continues checking ]

Vina : Let's continue. Supplies from Heidi... improvised weapons by the Self-Salvation Corps...
Huh?
What's this at the bottom? It's not on the list.

「She looks around and sees only Exemplars transporting supplies. She recognizes all their faces. 」

[Vina checking a box ]

「She carefully examines the box. After being satisfied that there is no threat, she opens it.
She is struck dumb by what she sees. 」

「It is a set of clothing.
The cool rays of the morning sun shines upon an emblem—
The emblem of House Victoria. Her house.
Vina feels a bout of anger. Is this some kind of sick joke?
Wait, no—
She recognizes the outfit in her hands. It belonged to the Victorian royal family.
Why is it here? Who found it and delivered it to her?
She can only come to one conclusion, a single name. 」

<Background 5>

Millscar : Let's go. It's time.

Alert Mercenary : What's the situation, boss?

Millscar : Their equipment is inferior to the alliance's. The dukes are having the Exemplars take the brunt of the fighting. Casualties will be heavy...
But this is also an opportunity.
The dukes want a hero. The people need a hero. Why not add a finishing touch to the story?

Alert Mercenary : You're betting on them to win.

Millscar : Bet? No, the bets were already made when the battle outside the walls ended. This is just the last chance to double down.

Alert Mercenary : No idea how that works, but whatever you say. What's next?

Millscar : We kill.
There will be chaos once the final battle begins, and 'opportunists' too. I'm not about to let them do whatever they want right under my nose.

[Millscar steps away slowly ]

Alert Mercenary : Say... boss, what was that thing you left behind?

Millscar : A little stage prop, to give more substance to the legend.

「'Garment of the royal house, retrieved from the ruins of Cumberland Manor. The leader of the Exemplars can make good use of it.'
'Don't you like the story? The last heir to the throne returns to drive out the devils, garbed in the King's regalia...'
'I heard that she didn't like the title...'
'She'll need it, if she wants to sway those who are still uncertain.'
'For now, at least.'
Is she alive—
Vina has had a little wish, ever since the day that the Steam Knight returned. Perhaps those around her had the same, but no one spoke of it.
She looks around nervously, but does not see her.
If anything, that is a relief. She is not ready. 」

[Paper flips ]

Vina : A note?
'Tailored to your size. Hope it fits.'

「There is no name on the note.
But for the first time, she knows that Allerdale is still alive. 」

Vina : ......
There's something else...

「A few photos, with the following words scribbled on the back.
'Something you might find interesting. Concerning a certain duke.' 」

After operation

Summary

Parliament's provisional court puts Millscar on trial for its crimes, but the namesake leader herself forfeits her right to a defense. Vina issues an arrest warrant and orders the neutralization of the organization's members.

<Background 6>

December 15th, 1098, 4:02 P.M.
The Sineselde, Parliamentary Chamber

[The parliament members murmurs ]

Horn : I brought the Defense Forces files that were requested.
Madam Speaker, since the establishment of the patrols, we have received no fewer than two hundred requests for assistance involving Millscar and her followers.
There is concrete evidence of their violation of Parliament's newly-enacted laws.

Rowdy MP : What are we waiting for? They're getting in the way of honest people doing honest work! Give the order! Put their heads on pikes outside the Sineselde!

Vina : Feist and Rockrock have already reported the situation to me.
I want the rebuilding to progress smoothly as much as you do, but that's not how Parliament works.
Go ahead, Viscount Elsa.

Reserved MP : Millscar's behavior is certainly questionable, but their medicine has at least provided consolation to those suffering from the current shortage, if nothing else—

Angry MP : Balderdash!
They're exacting payment in lives!

Horn : Sit DOWN, Lord Alan! You are in Parliament!
They are using underground facilities, relics from the war, to evade our pursuit, Viscount Elsa.
They've been decentralizing their operations, of course, but there is also evidence indicating that someone associated with Parliament is helping them.
I believe we need an explanation for that, don't we?

Reserved MP : Are the Londinium Defense Forces requesting our assistance with the investigation, Lieutenant Skamandros?
We are, of course, eager to help the citizens face the Millscar threat. I could contact Her Grace the Duke of Caster to arrange for personnel to be deployed to Londinium—

Vina : It is much reassuring to hear that Her Grace the Duke of Caster has, at long last, deigned to generously offer her valuable assistance to Parliament, Viscount Elsa. I am very curious to know if other dukes will do the same.
Baron Hector, Viscount Gideon, Dr. Herman, and Academician Erwin... may I trust you to pass on the message to the other dukes should you, by chance, have the opportunity to communicate with them?

「Startled, the members whose names are called, who have been keeping a low profile in the room, are left with little choice but to smile and bow to Vina.
There is no affirmation or denial, but the argument in the chamber has evaporated, as though it never existed to begin with. 」

Vina : A special provisional court will be convened of the Members of Parliament to deal with the Millscar issue. Millscar will, of course, be granted the opportunity to present her defense.

「There is whispering amongst the seats, but no objections. 」

MP : Will she show up for the trial, though?

Vina : If she does not appear, she will forfeit her right to a defense, and the court shall pass judgment in a fair and just manner.
Horn, kindly instruct patrols to take Millscar into custody and bring her to the Parliamentary Chamber.
Prior to Parliament's recess today...
She has two hours. I will wait for her here.

<Background 6>

Delphine : You should wait in the office, get some rest. You don't look so well.
I'll let you know if she comes—

Vina : I said, I'll wait here!

Delphine : Right then.

Vina : Sorry. I'm just—

Delphine : I know.

Vina : I don't understand. There are so many things that are much more urgent—Infected in need of treatment, shortage of supplies, rebuilding the city, restoring order...
My desk is constantly covered in important matters that require my attention.
But they would rather spend an entire day bickering over something that they don't even disagree about—
*sigh*...
I'm not doing a good enough job.

Delphine : I remember that I promised you she would not get away, if you give my people and the Defense Forces free rein to search for her.

Vina : We're short-handed. Trying to solve the problem this way means ignoring other, more urgent problems in the city—

Delphine : Then why do you think you're not doing a good enough job?
Don't try to carry a nomadic city on your back. That's what the tracks underneath it are for.
You don't have to become the perfect leader that they talk about, for whom solving every single problem is taken for granted.
Besides... from Millscar to the protests to the medicine shortage, the shadow of the dukes loom large over all these recent affairs.

Vina : There is no doubt that Caster is behind the Millscar matter, but something has to give. Millscar has gone too far.

Delphine : Catching her is no easy task, though. Indra and Dagda say she has associated with a strange Vampire.

Vina : Delphine... if she doesn't show—

Delphine : Do you want her to, Vina?

<Background 2>

December 15th, 1098, 5:17 P.M.
Millscar Hideout

Frightened Woman : Wh-Why are you blindfolding me? I've paid my husband's bill!

Calm Mercenary : Yes, ma'am, you're an honest woman.
You have paid the bill of Mickey Robinson. The boss sends her condolences. Your husband made many contributions to the city.

Frightened Woman : C-Can I go now?

Calm Mercenary : Of course. Once you've paid your other debt, that is.
Two contracts. One, signed by your husband, the one you just paid. Another, signed by you on behalf of your husband.

Frightened Woman : But he's gone!

Calm Mercenary : He's gone, but the medicine isn't. Here, do take it. Now, let's talk about your bill...
We accept credit, of course—

Figure in the Darkness : We don't.

Calm Mercenary : Oh, boss. Er... Since when we don't—

Figure in the Darkness : Just now. Take her to 'get some rest'.

Calm Mercenary : Alright. And then?

Figure in the Darkness : Send her to the Sineselde. The honorable MPs are waiting for me, aren't they?

<Background 6>

December 15th, 1098, 5:58 P.M.
The Sineselde, Parliamentary Chamber

[Crowd murmurs in the parliament hall ]

Delphine : Out of the way! Let the doctors work!
We've identified the victim, Vina. One Mrs. Lawrence, of Norport.

Vina : Are the injures life-threatening?

Delphine : No, the vital organs were unharmed. She's just lost a lot of blood. Millscar's people did it.
But rumors are beginning to spread, and that's not a good thing.
Her husband, Mickey Robinson, recently passed away from acute Oripathy after being unable to get proper treatment.

Vina : He was one of the Exemplars who came home with us.
This is her answer.
Escort Mrs. Lawrence to the Defense Forces medical camp, Delphine.

Delphine : What about you?

Vina : ...Two more minutes.
I will keep the word of the provisional court... and my own.

[Rustling noise ]

<Background fades out>

「At Delphine's behest, several MPs carefully carry the unconscious woman out of the Parliamentary Chamber. The carpet on the floor, which has only recently been replaced, is soaked in her blood.
It was the Sarkaz who had bled here two months ago. 」

「There is order on the floor again.
One more minute. There is no one, except two black feathers that seem to be staring at Vina.
They fell from the unconscious woman. As the group carrying her walked past, they were swept up into the air, only to slowly drift down.
That is the place where she should have stood. 」

[The clocktower's bell rang ]

「The clock strikes six. 」

Vina : ......
It is time. Esteemed members of Parliament, as Millscar has forfeited her right to a defense—
In accordance with the law, I, Vina Victoria, Speaker of the Parliament of Londinium, pronounce—
A special warrant is hereby issued for the arrest of Millscar, dead or alive. Defense Forces patrols are to apprehend Millscar personnel by any means necessary.
Effective... immediately.
Also, issue a city-wide announcement that Parliament will accelerate the enactment of the City Safety Act.
On behalf of Parliament, I vow to the citizens of Londinium that the curfew will be fully lifted within a month, when the reorganization of the police forces is complete.
The provisional court will complete the necessary personnel movement and additions within two months, at which point it will be renamed the Londinium City Court.
The court will continue to process backloaded cases concerning public safety following the conclusion of the war.
Parliament and I will ensure that everyone is treated in a fair and just manner—
Regardless of any privileges that one may have enjoyed, for whatever reason—
All shall stand equal before the law.

<Background 7>

Doctor : What kind of leader do you want to be, Vina?

Vina : I... I don't know, Doctor.
But I should at least know what is right and what is wrong, no?

Doctor : Sometimes, right and wrong depend entirely on where you stand.

Vina : Then what should I do?

Doctor : Accept those who despise you, for they keep you vigilant. / Stay true to what you believe in, to help you triumph over solitude.

Doctor : I learned that from a friend who recently left us.

Vina : ......

<Background 2>

Voice from Communicator : Bagpipe reporting in. Sweep complete in T-11 and T-32. No sign of Millscar.
How's things over there?
No sign of Millscar in C-11 and C-20, ma'am.
What about L-10? No reports yet?
Reynold? Is there a situation?

Trembling Voice : I-I'm here!
Th-There's nobody here in L-10—

「His gaze alternates between the purple blade before him and Millscar, imploring for mercy. 」

Millscar : (Nods)

Trembling Voice : I-I'm coming back now.

Voice from Communicator : Did you find anything useful?

Trembling Voice : N-No! Nothing at all!

「The purple blade is lowered. He slowly backs off. 」

Millscar : ......

Voice from Communicator : Alright. Meet up at the rendezvous point.

Trembling Voice : B-Be there in a minute.

[Communicator static noise ]

Millscar : Leave the communicator.

Trembling Voice : O-Okay.

[Slowly stepping away noise that gradually turns into rushing steps ]

「He keeps his eyes on Millscar in the shadows. Once he is sure that she is not going to kill him, he drops the communicator, and flees for his life. 」

<Background 8>

December 15th, 1098, 9:58 P.M.
Cavendish Street, Londinium

Millscar : So quiet...
I prefer the underground. At least the sound there doesn't make me feel—
Aha.

「Parliament has yet to lift the post-war curfew. They are trying to protect the people... from people like her.
The communicator that she just obtained continues to supply the latest news about the patrols. 」

[Radio noise ]

「Millscar strolls past the shops by the roadside. She hears the faint sound of radio from one of them, and stops before the dimly-lit storefront. 」

[Sudden stopping ]

Faint Radio Broadcast : What do you think about Madam Speaker's announcement that the curfew will be lifted in stages as law and order are restored, Hans?

Considering the current pace at which the police and courts are being reorganized? A joke, if you ask me. Who's arresting whom, and who's judging whom?
You don't trust Parliament? Many citizens sleep sounder in their beds, knowing that Parliament has been hard at work rooting out the remaining devils over the past two months.
Today's sweep of underground insurgents has been particularly effective, eliminating another long-term threat to public safety.
In the span of three hours, we have received thousands of messages from citizens expressing their gratitude to Parliament, in particular to our honorable—dare I say, majestic, even—Madam Speaker.

I do not deny that she has been a decisive leader, up till now. How long do you think she can keep it up, though?
I bet you ten pounds that in three months, you wouldn't be able to tell her from those fat, filthy, lying nobles—

Millscar : Hmph.

「A lavish car stops next to her. The door opens. There is only the driver... and a set of familiar clothing.
She recognizes the emblem of House Cumberland. 」

[Car drives through ]

Voice from the Car : You're alive. Her Grace the Duke is willing to recognize your value.
She is giving you a chance to come back.

Millscar : ......
Tell her that Cumberland has died.
And one who has already died once is not afraid to die again.

Voice from the Car : ......

[Car door shuts and drives away ]

「The door closes, and the car leaves, disappearing at the end of the street. 」

Millscar : Bloody hell... looks like it's not just you who want to kill me, Vina.
You'd better hurry...

[Millscar walks away slowly ]

「She walks silently in the shadows by the side of the street, disappearing into the night. 」

Millscar : At least there will be more people who believe that you can give them that most precious, most valuable of things right now—safety.
I hope you like my final gift to you, Alexandrina...
After this, we're even.

<Background 8>

[Morgan keeps writing ]

「Morale was high before our attack on the Nachzehrer position at the Palace of Westhaleg. Couldn't say the same about the people in the city though.
They had lived for so long under Sarkaz rule that they could hardly even conceive of resistance. Dagda and I found it difficult to persuade able-bodied citizens to join us...
Until Vina showed up. 」

[Morgan keeps writing ]

「She was wearing an outfit I never thought I would see her in... an outfit for a king. She never said who gave it to her, but we could all guess the answer.
Allerdale. 」

[Morgan keeps writing ]

「I was dumbfounded. I looked at Dagda, and saw her fighting to contain her trembling.
I saw the frenzied crowd rush through streets and alleys, scrambling over one another to join us.
They carried Vina, further and further away from me. 」

[Morgan keeps writing ]

「'Her Royal Highness Alexandrina has returned! She'll lead her people to drive out the Sarkaz and take back our home! 」

September 30th, 1098, 9:22 P.M.
Cavendish Street, Londinium

Delphine : I thought you would reject my proposal.

Vina : The important thing is to win this final battle. Everything else is secondary.

Delphine : The scion of Cumberland yet lives?

Vina : I hope so. She deserves a second chance, no matter what.

Delphine : What about you? Do you understand the significance of donning this garment?

Vina : I do. But I always had a choice, didn't I?

「Vina walks through the crowd, escorted by Delphine. Everyone bows to her in reverence. 」

Vina : This is hard to take, though...
Hm...?

「She thought she saw a certain figure in the crowd, drowned out by the onrushing soldiers and citizens. 」

Delphine : What is it?

Vina : ...Nothing. Let's get the troops in order. It's time to put an end to this.

[Vina walks away with Delphine following behind ]

<Background fades out>

「'You and your friends will win, Vina. The present I left you, the garb that always belonged to you, is merely icing on the cake of your final victory.'
'There is no place for me by your side when victory comes. This is the choice that I made.'
'But the end of this absurd war is simply the beginning of your story. Can you remain the ever-victorious legend when that time comes?'
'Victoria is not easily changed by anyone, not even you.'
'But perhaps, I would truly have believed—'
'Goodbye, Vina... Goodbye.' 」

Operation story: GO-4

Before operation

Summary

Rumors about the treatment of the Exemplars spreads amongst the rank and file. No one wants Parliament to disband the unit, with their heroic accomplishments. Lieutenant Shearer continues to be plagued by the injuries he suffered during the war.

<Background 1>

December 21st, 1098, 5:05 P.M.
Ten Pints Pub

Drunken Soldier : Good job, Madam Speaker, I say!
Rip up every tile in Londinium and root out the devil scum hiding under them! *cough* *cough*...

Ragged Citizen : I hear there's gonna be a big shipment of Oripathy meds coming in.
I got a friend at the procurement office. Maybe he can get me some meds first, and I'll see if I can get some for you, hah... cheers— *hic* —
You were strutting all day when you got into the duke's army... and then you went to the Exemplars, and now here you are after the end of the war, just like me.
Two Infected with nothing left—

Drunken Soldier : Who are you calling Infected?!

[Glass shatters ]

Drunken Soldier : I can fight! I'm not like you! I'm not afraid to die... *vomit*—

「The other patrons look up at the staggering soldier. 」

[Coins being thrown and landing on a surface ]

「A coin flies across his face and lands on the bar counter. A haggard figure grabs him by the shoulder. 」

Shearer : He's drunk. Take him home. I've got the bill.
Don't mind what they said, madam.

Catherine : He's just telling the truth, Lieutenant.

Shearer : I'm retired too. But suit yourself.

Catherine : Sure. As for your question... it doesn't matter if I was talking to the one whose name's on the warrant, or Reunion, or anybody else.
The workers want to do something for our home. I can't just stand by and watch everything get worse.
Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. That's how things have always been for us.

Shearer : ...
Just friendly advice. I've seen what medicine from dubious sources can do. I watched a soldier collapse into his drink a couple of days ago.
I'd performed emergency surgery on him during the war.
That time, he survived. But this time... it was the last checkup he ever got.

Catherine : You're a kind soul.
The apothecary in my neighborhood says he can't remember how many came to him for poison during the war.

Shearer : I don't remember everyone I've ever treated, of course.
I've seen much worse in my time as field medic, but at least I get to see those who walk out the field hospital again.
Spend enough time drinking here, and you begin to recognize the faces in the crowd that you've seen before, even if it was only once.

Catherine : I know some doctors, the Rhodes Islanders. Maybe you need their help.

Shearer : You forget that I'm a physician myself... what do you think of the Exemplars?

Catherine : It's asking a lot, getting an old burdenbeast to remember something that long ago.
It's ancient history, even to me. All I remember is that decades ago, when kids would brag about this and that, they wouldn't be tossing around the names of dukes, it was the Exemplars.
There were lots of heroes. Lots of them lost.

Shearer : No, what I mean is—

Catherine : I know what you wanted to hear, but I don't have anything else for you. Sorry.

Shearer : Most people in the new 'Exemplars' aren't soldiers. You can't compare them to the old ones.

Catherine : We didn't start celebrating here in the city when the dukes defeated the Sarkaz, that's the end of it.
The walls were on fire, and unarmed Londiniers trapped inside with the Sarkaz.
Nobody knew if the dukes would spend the next two months talking before they entered the city. Nobody knew what would become of us.
It was the Exemplars who came. No one can take away what you did, not in Londinium, at least.

「Catherine pauses. She notices the officer's hand trembling in the dim light of the tavern.
He reaches into his pouch, trying to find something, but finally sighs and takes a big swig from his mug. 」

Shearer : These days, the only contribution most of us make is to the business of the city's drinking establishments.
Thankfully, the kindly owner here doesn't throw out loitering drunkards.
After all, most of those who fought tooth and nail to get back home no longer have homes at all.
To hard-won victory.

[Shearer downs his drink ]

「Shearer raises his mug, but Catherine does not do the same. 」

Catherine : I'm afraid you found the wrong drinking partner. I have an appointment to keep, and I intend to be sober for it.
You're drunk, medic. Leave the alcohol to your later days.
I've heard the rumors about the Exemplars. Why don't you talk to the Speaker directly?

[Catherine stands up from her seat ]

「Catherine gets up, goes around the other patrons, nods at the owner behind the counter, and disappears behind a door in the corner obscured by boxes. 」

<Background 1>

Shearer : ...What makes you think I haven't?

「He looks in the direction where Catherine went. It leads to a forgotten corner of the city.
The Defense Force patrols went in many times, but never found anything. 」

Shearer : None of my business.

<Background 1>

「He waves the proprietor over for another drink. 」

<Background 2>

Vina : Lieutenant Shearer sent two messages. I asked the Messenger and both came from this underground pub.

Morgan : But Delphine said she made arrangements for all the surviving soldiers of Duke Windermere's ship.
Are you sure we don't want to check out the street that Delphine talked about first?

Vina : ...
No. Let's go in.

[Door opening ]

<Background 1>

[Morgan keeps writing ]

「I followed behind Vina and let her open the door, because I was still used to kicking them in.
The Glasgow Gang never, ever, caused trouble in Auchterigg Borough. 」

[Morgan continues writing ]

「Vina said we were just getting a drink with some old Exemplar friends, but I knew there was a lot on her mind.
She had made arrangements to stop some factories and ration the refined Originium reserves for the winter.
But the word 'Exemplars' was always there at the bottom of her memo—our old friends. 」

Excited Soldier : Deal. You're gonna answer my questions frankly and truthfully, right?

Morgan : As long as you beat me at arm wrestling.

Excited Soldier : Brr—

[Morgan beats the soldier ]

Morgan : Piece of cake.

Excited Soldier : Hmph, I figured my injury wouldn't be a problem...

Morgan : I know what you want to ask.
'Will she disband the Exemplars?'
Honestly, I don't know. The stuff she's thinking about has been getting more and more complicated, and I've given up trying to figure it out.

Excited Soldier : My guess is no. She even came to see us in the clothes that she wore when we fought together. If that's not sending a message, I don't know what it is.

Morgan : Didn't she say she just didn't want to draw too much attention?

Excited Soldier : That's what's in all the books! You wouldn't get it.

<Background 1>

Shearer : What you see here is no exception.
Many Exemplars are suffering from their lingering war wounds.
With medicine in short supply, alcohol represents one of the few sources of comfort available to them.
While some are here for information, most are here all day and night because they simply have nowhere else to go.

Vina : Is this why you wrote to me? To stand up for them?

Shearer : No... I see you have not read my letter.

Vina : ...
I'm sorry, there's been so much going on—

Shearer : You used to be more straight and forthcoming, Madam Speaker.
If you think the Exemplars are calling for you to pay more attention to veterans' welfare, I can tell you that you're wrong.
They're waiting for your next order.

Vina : ...?

Shearer : Everyone I've talked to for the past two months believes that Siege has grown since becoming Speaker, that she's getting even better as a leader.
And the question they ask the most is—where do we go next?

Vina : Are you telling me to continue to send them to bleed and die, instead of trying to make life better for them?

Shearer : You never truly saw yourself as their leader. You saw them as equals, as comrades in arms. I respect you for that, but it's also where you have failed in your responsibilities.
Forgive my frankness, but for many of them, what's left of their lives will never know a greater happiness than the taste of victory they enjoyed as the Exemplars.

「He grabs his mug and tries to take a swig. 」

[Glass shatters ]

「But it slips from his hands and falls to the ground. 」

Shearer : ...

「The others look towards Shearer, whose eyes are red as he takes deep breaths, trying to keep himself under control.
He takes out a coin, puts it on the table, and raises his hand at the proprietor without looking at him. On his part, the proprietor simply goes about cleaning up the mess without batting an eyelid. 」

Shearer : One more of the same, please.
Where were we, Madam Speaker?

Vina : ...

[Morgan keeps writing ]

「I never got along well with Lieutenant Shearer. For a long time, Vina's fist knocking him dizzy had cemented my impression of him.
A field medic. Stubborn, but largely calm and dependable.
His surgeon's hands brought many back from the brink of death. 」

Morgan : You... why—

Shearer : Lingering effect of an injury.
It was one hell of a battle, wasn't it?

[Morgan continues writing ]

「It wasn't his hand that was injured. I remember it well.
He sat straight and tall. I thought he had recovered with Delphine's help.
As he said, though, it was one hell of a battle we fought to return to Londinium. 」

<Background 1>

September 25th, 1098, 3:03 A.M.
At the City Walls

Vina : Any news about the situation in the city?

Delphine : Unclear.
As of yesterday, the Military Commission still had a heavy presence in important areas.
With the Royal Court elites deployed around the walls in a standoff with the dukes, however, the resistance within the city stands a better chance.

Indra : The siege's gone on ten days already! When are the dukes gonna charge?

Delphine : If the priority is to minimize casualties amongst the allied forces, then besieging the city is the best way, particularly with the Duke of Wellington's position still uncertain...

Morgan : But they're playing with the lives of innocent citizens! If this drags on much longer...

Dagda : Are they really okay with taking over an empty city?
If the truth about the situation here gets out—

Delphine : Nothing gets out. They will not allow anything to happen out of their control.
People often underestimate the dukes, but the truth is, they have never changed.

Vina : Just like how they treated the Steam Knights.

Delphine : It's only one example... I can't say I know all of them well, but I knew my own mother.
Ethics is the first thing to go out the window when dealing with matters of shared interest.
The focus had already shifted to how to retrieve The Shard tech at the joint staff meeting last night.

Dagda : So they've already accepted this outcome.

Delphine : Dagda...

Dagda : I need a squad, Siege. I'm going to try that Confessarius passage that Shining shared with us again—
I'll be back, Vina. I promise.

Vina : Go.

Indra : You're just gonna let her go like that?
I'm keeping an eye on you, Dagda. Now's not the time to play the hero!

Dagda : Well, you'd better not fall behind then, Hannah.

[Dagda walks with Indra trailing behind ]

Vina : Delphine, any updates from Feist and Rockrock?

Delphine : They've reached the backup access port from when the wall was first built, but they can't find an opportunity to get close with all the Sarkaz patrols.
The Doctor's team is trying to give us an opening. One feint attack is all that it takes to create an opening, but...

Vina : The alliance doesn't plan to attack at all.

Delphine : Correct.

Vina : ...
Delphine, can you guarantee that you'll find a way inside, if there's a gap in the Sarkaz lines?

Delphine : Yes, but I need help. We can try to persuade the dukes again—

「Vina shakes her head. 」

Vina : Give me two hours.
I'll pull a squad with decent Arts skills and some battle drones. We'll feign an attack on the access port at N12 to draw their attention—
You take the rest of them.

Delphine : No! You'll be going to your death!

Morgan : Chetleigh, Brentwood, the Gloriana, Silverrock Bluffs... we were going to our deaths, each and every time.
But somebody has to do it. I'm with you, Vina.

「There is no answer from Vina. Morgan notices a strange look on her face. 」

Morgan : ...Vina?

Vina : Urgent message from the Doctor—
Loughshinny just went into the Wellington encampment.

Morgan : ...

Delphine : ...

Morgan : ...Who's Loughshinny?

[Morgan continues writing ]

「There were many things on the battlefield that I didn't understand. Calm and storm, victory and defeat, everything happened so fast.
After the alliance had besieged the city for ten days, the Gastrell, which had long departed the ducal alliance camp, suddenly moved into the heart of the allied position.
For the first time in a very long while, those who were listening to the alliance comms channel heard the voice of the old duke—
'The Gastrell shall restore the Empire's glory.'
Guns went blazing... 」

[Cannons fired and Morgan keeps writing ]

「Broadsides fired straight at our city walls. 」

<Background 1>

September 25th, 1098, 7:33 A.M.
At the City Walls

[Cannons fired consecutively nonstop ]

Shearer : Tell the people behind us, no delay through the trenches!
The bulk of the Sarkaz forces are being tied up at the front, but that doesn't mean we have all day.

Exemplar Nurse : Sir, there's a lot of equipment in the camp that we need time to—

Shearer : There is no time!
We can deal with the equipment issue once we get into the city.

Exemplar Nurse : Some of the wounded can't walk on their own. We'll need to carry them by stretcher.

Shearer : You follow the path that Siege has cleared for us. I'll organize the transfer of the wounded. Now go!

Exemplar Nurse : I'll help, sir. I'm more familiar with the situation of individual patients.
Plus, I promised them I wouldn't leave them behind.

Shearer : Grab your own share of suppressant and protective gear from the patients' supplies. Better than nothing, at least.
The closer we get to the walls, the higher the atmospheric Originium particle density. The wounded will be in more danger than us.

Exemplar Nurse : Yes, sir.
They say you're not a Londinier, sir. Why would you risk your neck like this?

Shearer : ...

[Cannons fired ]

Exemplar Nurse : Look! Another battleship is giving covering fire for the Gastrell!

Shearer : The Duke of Caster...

Exemplar Nurse : Weren't they saying that the Duke of Wellington betrayed us and fell out with the Duke of Caster?

Shearer : Shit!

??? : Contact his liege, we have sighted a small force of Victorians. Request permission to engage.

Nachzehrer Royal Court Elites : Get them. Leave survivors. Find out what their unit's objective is.

[Something roared in the sky ]

Nachzehrer Royal Court Elites :
—?
What happened to the clouds?

Shearer : ...Fire.

[The fire incinerates everything ]

「The sky lights up with the fire on the city walls.
The first wave of purple flame came from the bow of the Gastrell, gushing towards the walls of Londinium. And again. And again.
Like the cold waves of death that splashed against the sheer cliffs of Iberia.
It fell upon the Nachzehrers before Shearer, burning away the rot.
Londinium's walls are alight, ignited by Draco fire.
The Sarkaz defenders became kindling for the purple inferno. 」

Exemplar Nurse : Th—They're dead?

Shearer : Careful. The fire has cleared a path, but it's a threat to us too.
Hah.

「In the distance, he sees the figure on the withered throne fade in and out of the purple flames, gunfire from the ships roaring beside it.
On the walls, death ignites death.
Beneath the walls, the living walk amongst the ashes of the dead. 」

Shearer : This is a war that will shock all the Core nations.
It is not the number of casualties that will interest them the most... but how many people on both sides are actually fighting for the city of Londinium itself.
It's a long way home for you.

After operation

Summary

During the war, soldiers fought side-by-side and sang songs together, as they marched towards victory. Today, however, things are not as they have hoped, and Vina is not happy with what she has been able to achieve for the city.

<Background 3>

??? : ...Lieutenant...
Lieutenant... Shearer... wake... up...

Shearer : —?

「He sees a pair of hands reach out towards him. 」

Shearer : ...Lady Delphine?

[Delphine helped Shearer to stands up ]

Delphine : Don't move. I'll carry you. We need to get back to the forward position that we captured.
We have to move before more Sarkaz arrive and fill this place with witchcraft bombs.

Shearer : I—thank you—saving my life—

Delphine : No need. It was a brave soldier and nurse, Sarah, who saved your life.
She used her Arts to protect you and the other wounded soldiers from the witchcraft bomb, despite her limited experience.

Shearer : It was her... wait, did she—

Delphine : Don't worry, she just passed out. We've taken her to the forward position at the access port.
But you've all been exposed to high-Originium environments for too long...

Shearer : I knew the risks.
You succeeded in reaching the access port?

Delphine : Yes.

Shearer : I saw fire on the wall... it's out.
Is the battle for the walls over?

Delphine : ...
No, it has only just begun.
The Nachzehrer is locked in a standoff with the ducal alliance, relying on the city's defensive artillery and the elite troops.

Shearer : Is there anything we can do?

Delphine : Break through the access port, create a gap in the wall, and reveal a weakness in the Sarkaz lines.
Just like the alliance helped us... even if they didn't mean to.

Shearer : Understood—*cough*—

Delphine : Lieutenant Shearer, you are dismissed from this operation. That is an order.

Shearer : —!
Does that come from Siege—

Delphine : It comes from me.
Stand by at the forward position. You need to rest.

Shearer : ...

<Background 4>

September 25th, 1098, 8:21 A.M.
Exemplars Forward Position, City Wall Access Port

Cheerful Soldier : ♪Then may we call and savely syng,

Depressed Soldier : ...

Excitable Soldier : May the vast lands they keep owre kynge. ♪

Composed Soldier : ......His people, and alle his well-wyllynge. ♪

Cheerful Soldier : And give them grace wythoute endyng. ♪
Why aren't you singing?

Depressed Soldier : ...

Cheerful Soldier : Cheer up, man! I know, we're all hurt, but we're almost home!
♪Then may we call and savely syng,

Excitable Soldier : ♪Victoria, yeve thankes for owre hom!

Depressed Soldier : V—Victoria, yeve thankes for owre hom! ♪

Cheerful Soldier : Here, you can have the rest of this ration. Couldn't finish it.
It's our first breakfast since we came back home. Got to fill up!

Excitable Soldier : Once the rest of our men make it into the city, we'll show those devils who really runs Londinium!

Vina : ...

Morgan : I don't like that song...
What about you, Vina?

Indra : Don't ask her. She hums it in her sleep.

Vina : Hannah!

Dagda : Shut your gob and eat up, Indra.
Or I'll take it, if you don't want it, and I'll lead the assault since you got hurt attacking the Confessarius passage.

Indra : Not a chance. It's just a scratch.
A little scratch won't dull my fists. You're not gettin' ahead of me this time, Dagda.

Dagda : Hmph.

Delphine : I'll do another round of patrol and scout ahead once I'm done, make sure there's no mistake.
The Military Commission set up defenses at this backup access port, which should only have been known to the workers who built the wall. This means they know the city much better than we expected.

??? : I'm back from patrol, Lady Delphine.

Delphine : —?!

Shearer : Spare a ration? I haven't had breakfast yet.

Morgan : Lieutenant?! I thought you were recovering from your injuries.

Shearer : I'm a medic. I know how to restore a soldier to combat effectiveness as quickly as possible.
I understand my own body, Lady Delphine. I am ready to return to duty.

Vina : Giving your protective equipment to the wounded, getting exposed to high-Originium environments, and being in close proximity to a witchcraft bomb explosion... you know exactly what all this means, Lieutenant.

Shearer : I do. A blood test is not possible now, but I understand the pathological progress of infection.
What about it? Is that not normal in this place?

「He looks around. Exemplars are crowded around the narrow passage.
The dust and Originium particles that cover their faces have not diminished the fire in their eyes at all.
They know what they are doing. They know the price they will pay.
But they are singing. 」

Singing with joyous grace.

Vina : Delphine, do you give the Lieutenant permission to return to duty?

Delphine : ...

「Delphine can see the painkiller injector that Shearer is trying to hide behind his back.
Without sufficient access to Oripathy suppressants, painkillers are the next best thing to deal with the suffering brought on by Oripathy. 」

Delphine : Will you pull through?

Shearer : Of course, Lady Delphine. Never forget, I still have to see you go home and take back what is yours.

Delphine : ...You didn't need to do this.

Shearer : Neither did you.
You want to witness what this ragtag team can achieve, what will come of this city. So do I.

Delphine : Very well, Lieutenant. Back to your post.

Cheerful Soldier : What will Londinium be, once we drive out the devils, Vina?

Vina : Better than before, at least.

Cheerful Soldier : You know what I'd like to see? More flower shops, making the flowers cheaper, making it easier for me to find a girl to marry. Maybe a wealthy young woman. Or a widow who lost her husband.

Excitable Soldier : I want more Originium fuel for a warmer winter.

Composed Soldier : ...I want more police stations, and I wanna become a cop. I want to give, not take.

Cheerful Soldier : What about you?

Depressed Soldier : I... I hope Mum's still waiting for me back home.

Cheerful Soldier : ...
Hah, don't worry! She'll be there to open the door for you.

Indra : What about you, Dagda? You gonna stick with us to get the gym back in business, or will you lock yourself away in your tower?

Dagda : You and I, we've got a score to settle, Hannah.

Morgan : Let's go back to the gym together, Vina!

Vina : Yes, we will... we haven't found Baird yet...

[Morgan keeps writing ]

「One more step until we're home. That one step took us three days.
We were welcomed by steam gushing from the factories, reaching into the clouds. 」

[Morgan continues writing ]

「But many didn't live to see it. They walked into the tunnel, singing, and never came out again. 」

<Background 3>

December 21st, 1098, 5:25 P.M.
Ten Pints Pub

Excited Soldier : Have one on me, Vina!
The devils ran, but they're not dead yet! They still have that tech that filled the city with Originium dust. They'll be back, mark my words!

Impetuous Soldier : And you can bet those dukes won't give a shit about us when something happens again.
Like you said, we need to defend ourselves.
That's why I don't believe the rumors that say the Exemplars are getting disbanded. Right, Vina?

Vina : Do you remember the wishes we made at the access port?
For the factory boilers to burn bright as they used to, for the guns on Londinium's walls to defend her as they used to.
For the doors of the police stations to be wide open to all, for the police to defy the nobles' will and treat the Infected with fairness and justice.
For the law of Parliament to be the only rule... that's what I hope to see, and what I'm trying to bring about.
Are you happy with Londinium now? Has she gotten better?

Impetuous Soldier : ...

Excited Soldier : ...

Vina : I can tell you that I'm not happy.

Shearer : You're dodging the question, Madam Speaker.
If you choose to do nothing and keep the status quo of the Exemplars, that's entirely fine with everyone.
All they want is an answer. Will the Exemplars continue to exist—

Vina : This is my answer, Lieutenant.
What Parliament fears is your trust in me, personally, that runs deeper than your trust in Parliament itself.
Perhaps they fear that the Exemplars will become the private army of Vina Victoria.
What will become of the glory and honor of the Exemplars when that day comes?
Will the day come when our wishes come true?

Shearer : ...

Morgan : ...

Vina : Thank you. I will inform Parliament of what I learned today. It's not my place to give an answer over the heads of Parliament.
Let's go, Morgan.

Morgan : ...

Vina : Morgan?

Morgan : You go first, Vina. I'll have a couple of rounds with the guys here.

Vina : ...Sure.

[Vina and Morgan walks out ]

[Morgan continues writing ]

「I didn't understand what Vina said that day.
But I agreed with the Lieutenant. Our Exemplar comrades needed our help. That's why I needed to stay, stay on Vina's behalf, at least talk to them.
Even though she was the Speaker, and there was so much she could do... 」

[Morgan keeps writing ]

「For the first time since the war ended, I drank until I passed out. It burned my belly.
It was Hannah who found me, and I asked her the question that I could never ask Vina— 」

[Morgan continues writing ]

「When can we go home, back to our gym? 」

<Background 6>

Sanatorium Patient : The herbs are growing well. Diane would be glad.
When the farm was rebuilt, it was she who persuaded the engineers to leave behind the damaged lighting equipment and refit it for small greenhouses that didn't draw so much power.
Sorry... remind me, where were we?

Eliseo : We were talking about your condition.
You mentioned that you noticed a significant increase in the strength of your Originium Arts.

Sanatorium Patient : Yes. Sorry, I'm finding it hard to remember things lately. Keep getting distracted. The doctor says Originium has made its way into my brain...
Don't tell me, I've told you this before too?

Eliseo : We're just chatting. You can say anything you want. Anything else that doesn't feel right?

Sanatorium Patient : Difficulty walking straight? It's happening to a lot of people, though.

Eliseo : Ataxia. It's a common symptom of many Infected in Londinium, but I'm not sure what the cause is.

Sanatorium Patient : When I'm by myself, I've been trying to... it's strange. My Originium Arts seem to be changing.

Eliseo : Changing? I don't have any other reports of—
Never mind. Please continue, Sarah.
Are you casting with your bare hands, by the way? The doctors may have told you this already, but that's detrimental to keeping your condition under control.

Sanatorium Patient : Heh. You're a worrier alright, just like Diane said.
I just can't help it. It's how I search for the war memories in my clouded mind.

Eliseo : The battle for the walls.
You said you were a nurse, and you were trying to stop a witchcraft bomb explosion with your Arts, but it didn't work out too well.

Sanatorium Patient : Yes. I remember I was behind Lieutenant Shearer, and the blast threw me off my feet.
Next thing I remember, I was in the field hospital, lying next to the other acute Infected.
I don't know how many witchcraft bombs fell upon the Exemplars.
So many fates, turned on their heads in an instant... but I didn't see any of it, and I don't remember any of it... how could things be like this?

Eliseo : Sarah?

[Sarah casted an Arts ]

「The patient is trembling, and begins to cast Originium Arts without realizing it.
Eliseo does not know if it is a symptom of post-traumatic stress, but he quickly attempts to direct her attention elsewhere. 」

Eliseo : Listen to me, Sarah. Take a deep breath.
Can you smell the flowers? You're in the sanatorium.
The war is over. The Exemplars are home. You're back in Londinium.
You're...

「He pauses and looks up at the damaged lighting above his head.
A strange and unfamiliar city, one that, to his eyes, is not far off from a pile of rubble.
'You're in... a place where everything will get better.' 」

<Background 2>

Eliseo : The alteration of Sarah's Originium Arts is a symptom that has never been observed in other Infected. I should ask my colleagues to keep an eye out.
I wonder if Diane could get me in touch with an international Messenger. Waiting for Maylander's regular Messenger would take too long. Londinium needs supplies, urgently...

Vina : ...

Eliseo : ...Huh?

[Diane suddenly stops ]

Diane : Eliseo! You're here too?
—Why didn't you stop her? Weren't you looking for her?

Eliseo : Who?

Diane : The Speaker.

Eliseo : The Speaker?! I saw her coming out of an underground pub...

Diane : That's where I came from. I happened to run into her when she went to have a drink with old friends.

Eliseo : Sounds like she really considers herself your friend.

Diane : Yeah... if only she considered herself more than a friend.
Eliseo... I've always felt that Londinium could become a better place, that Victoria would be proud of her.
Can the Speaker really make that happen, though?

Operation story: GO-5

Before operation

Summary

The workers have established the Londinium Industry Development Association with parliamentary support following the end of the war. Feist, now acting as its consultant, is active in the development of new technology and assisting with rebuilding. Shortages of resources remain a source of conflict, however.

<Background 1>

December 21st, 1098, 6:13 P.M.
New Auchterigg, Vehicle Factory

[Workers rushing with the blueprint ]

Enthusiastic Worker : There you are, Captain! Here, take a look at this blueprint. Occ has been saying it's pointless to design a new electrical transmission distribution valve.
But more and more big guys are gonna roll out from our factory to the other plates of Londinium!
I say we ought to make preparations ahead of time.
I don't want to hear people complain when they find that these things don't have enough power and torque—
'Those short-sighted idiots!'

Feist : Stop calling me captain. This is a factory; we're not in the Self-Salvation Corps anymore.
Besides, I'm sure Occ has thought about it too. It's just about saving costs where you can.

Enthusiastic Worker : I know, I know... but it's the young ones coming after us who would have to deal with any problems.

Rockrock : I know how you feel, Martin.
But we have to take things one at a time. Closure shared a bunch of drone technology with us that I would love to put into our new four-legged crawler.
But problems like power supply and automation don't just solve themselves. It's all good to have them in the blueprints, but let's take one step at a time, starting with the present.

Feist : Let's do it Occ's way for now and get a basic version out to meet our present needs.
File your blueprint with the Londinium Industry Development Association. Don't lose it.
Its mission is to restore Victoria's technological superiority, with the support of Parliament. New ideas should be respected.

Enthusiastic Worker : Whatever you say. You're a consultant for them, after all.

Feist : There have been so many new ideas lately that it's getting hard to keep up.

Rockrock : People are enthusiastic. They can feel that things are changing because of their ideas.

Feist : Yes. Factory production lines, a railway system that links all the districts, and walls and artillery that protect all of Londinium.
We can build them the way we want, with our own two hands.

Enthusiastic Worker : I could agree with everything else, but please, not the way you want, Feist, or we're all gonna end up in one big amusement park, where the only form of transportation is ziplines.

Feist : Come on, that's just the one that drew the most laughs amongst the proposals that got shot down. Not all of my ideas are like that.
By the way, are you sure your factory wants to keep Occ in the core workshop? I heard he didn't get along with you at the old place.
Each factory has its own technical secrets, and there's been friction over competition for orders...

Enthusiastic Worker : Well, that's true. Not all of our workers were in the Self-Salvation Corps.
But if Catherine could convince the other factories to join the association and share technologies, then there's nothing for us to hide—

[Someone frantically asking for help ]

Anxious Worker : Somebody! Help!
Matthew just got pummeled!

<Background 2>

Vina : Have we met before, sir?

[Matthew walks to Vina ]

Downtrodden Man : Not exactly, Madam Speaker.
The name's Matthew, a humble businessman who owns a little factory. I simply felt the need to speak up about the present situation.

Vina : You can write to Parliament, or seek assistance from the Industry Development Association. I have... other things that require my attention.

Downtrodden Man : I have written to Parliament on behalf of a dozen factories that were shut down. My letter's gone unread for the better part of a month.

Vina : It was the decision of Parliament to shut down a number of factories. You know better than I the state of Londinium's logistics.

Downtrodden Man : The burden of one factory's debt can crush hundreds of families in Sudean or Highbury.
We're just asking for the scales to be tipped a little towards us—even if only in a private manner.
Workers from factories that have been shut down could not even afford to buy medicine on the black market. An experienced line worker is worth ten pieces of machinery.
I believe in my workers. There is much that they can still do for the city.
Meanwhile, invaluable Oripathy suppressants are being wasted on dying soldiers on their beds in the Sanatorium.

Vina : What are you on about?!

Downtrodden Man : Explaining the realities of economic—

Vina : You bloody—

[Vina punched Matthew ]

「Vina's fist found the man's nose before she knew it.
The man by the name of Matthew grabs his bleeding nose with one hand and searches haplessly for a handkerchief with the other.
Blood continues to seep from the gaps in his fingers, dyeing his clothes red.
More and more onlookers gather, all of them staring at Vina.
There is no hostility or anger in their eyes, but each and every gaze reminds her of her helplessness, of her ill-timing. 」

Vina : I—

[Matthew stood up ]

Downtrodden Man : I understand why you're angry, Madam Speaker. I know... but someone has to say it.
I assure you it gives me no pleasure.
I was part of the Self-Salvation Corps that stayed in the city. You came with the Cautus girl, and then you left.
When the Exemplars came, and I learned from Catherine that you're their leader, I agreed to turn on the boilers to welcome you without a second thought.
But I didn't recognize you when I saw you standing in the middle of the street, dressed like a king, promising a better life for everyone on behalf of Parliament.
You knew that some promises could never be fulfilled. You chose to sacrifice some people to save others, didn't you?

[Vina grabs Matthew by his neck ]

「She wants to shut him up.
She grabs the man by the collar and lifts him off the ground, but she can see his eyes, and the eyes of everyone standing around.
'Siege solves problems with her fists.'
She wishes she could make these problems go away with her fists, the way she used to. 」

[Something rustling out ]

「Something falls out of her pocket and makes a clanging sound on the ground. It has been a long time since she had candy. She forgot the box was in her pocket. 」

Downtrodden Man : We believed in you when we agreed to shut down and relinquish our Originium fuel. But now, we can only hope that we're not the ones being marked for sacrifice.
Not all problems can be solved by your fists... Siege.

[Vina lets Matthew off ]

??? : Vina!

[Feist rushes to Vina and Matthew ]

Feist : Let Matthew go. Please.

<Background 3>

December 21st, 1098, 7:32 P.M.
Speaker's Office

Feist : ...Matthew's views don't represent those of all the workers.
Neither do mine, of course.
All I know is that a few friends have reached out to Rhodes Island through me, hoping to improve the state of equipment at the Sanatorium. We can't make new equipment appear out of thin air, but maybe we can make the existing kit more efficient.
Most workers still support the current medical system, I think.

Vina : No, you don't have to explain, Feist. I was the one who let the blood get to my head.
You have done as much as you could possibly do.
Improved medical equipment effectiveness, reopening the fast transport tunnels, the central heating system under experimentation... a lot of people have benefited from the changes in a short period of time.

Feist : It's all thanks to how you've given us the green light and fended off trouble for us in Parliament.

Vina : That's my job. How is Catherine?

Feist : Granny?
Well... I doubt she would answer, even if I asked. She won't even let people see her cough.
Otherwise, she's the same. Still busy, even though she's not working at the factory anymore. I rarely get to see her.

Vina : I had a conversation with her like this last month. She sat on this very chair, and turned down my invitation for her to become a Member of Parliament.
The secret workshop that you kept hidden from the Sarkaz, and the weapon inside—

Feist : Londinium doesn't need it anymore.

Vina : Yes, I have reached a consensus with Catherine on this matter.
As long as you and Catherine are able to unite most of the workers, it's not a bad thing for the weapon to stay under your watch.
Parliament needs oversight. So do I.

Feist : ...

Vina : The system of Parliament is yet immature. We're still searching, and there are people trying to get something done through it.
But sooner or later, they must understand that the Parliament which revolved around the king is long gone.

Feist : Was it when the king was—er—

Vina : No... nothing changed with Parliament when he was hanged, other than power being transferred from the king to the dukes.
It was only recently that the surviving fellows of the Royal Academy of Sciences were able to resume work on the chronicle of Londinium—
A million words that took half a lifetime to compile and edit, encompassing every aspect of Londinium.
I never thought I would get to know my own home again from this angle.
It was only after reading it that I realized the city's resistance began a long time ago.
'When the Sarkaz gained control of the city, it was the Londiniers who still lived within who had, of their own accord, come together to maintain the city's core functions, irrespective of upbringing and status.'
The Academy's fellows see it as the precursor to the new Parliament.

Feist : Seems a little... far-fetched? But it does make sense, in a way.

Vina : But I see another side, Feist. During the war, we were able to set aside our differences, our own interests, in our struggle to survive...
Now, though, I'm not sure.
There are times that I can't even guarantee my own reason. I need someone to pull me back when I—

Feist : You want it to be us?

Vina : That was my promise with Catherine. It was you lot who gave me my sword, after all.
The war destroyed many things. Londinium needs your help in order to not fall behind the changing times.
Some of your ideas may create headaches in Parliament and the Royal Academy of Sciences, but that's not such a bad thing.

Feist : Hehe.

Vina : A city defense system that belongs only to us, automation that the dukes have long ignored, and a new deterrent for a post-Steam Knight era...
Your help is needed in all of this. And it must be for Londinium, not for any individual.
I don't deserve your trust, Feist, and neither does Parliament in its current state... send Matthew my apologies again, if you see him.
I will continue to lobby Parliament for policies that will improve the condition of workers.
The medicine that we purchased from the dukes is on its way. Things will get better, once supply routes are secured.

Feist : Hah, who dares threaten the dukes' cargo ships?

Vina : ...I'll continue to communicate with the ducal representatives in the city.

Feist : We're here for you if you need any help.

[Feist stood up from his seat ]

「Feist stands up, but then hesitates. He does not leave the room. 」

Feist : Granny always scolded me for my fancies.
But she said nothing the day I brought back the proposals for the future from the Industry Development Association.
She retired from the line soon after, claiming health issues.
We like to dream about the future, Vina. We'll pull through.

[Feist walks out of the room and closed the door ]

「The office falls quiet. Vina stares at the mountain of papers on her desk, then turns on the radio. 」

[Vina switched on the radio ]

Radio : *Bzzt*—
Late afternoon today, citizens witnessed the Speaker of Parliament, Alexandrina Victoria, put a scoundrel in his place.
It was reported that a gentleman had attempted to bribe the Speaker for his own selfish interests, which the Speaker rejected in the most direct manner possible.
Many citizens speak highly of Speaker Victoria's charisma and believe that she—

[Vina turned the radio off ]

Vina : ...

<Background 4>

December 21st, 1098, 8:01 P.M.
Londinium Underground

Catherine : I guess we've finally learned to trust each other a little bit.
Whether you're confident that this supply route is safe enough for one person to manage... or that most of you have left Victoria, just as you said.

[Percival walks to Catherine ]

Percival : Some sign of trust when you have your little trinket in plain sight.

Catherine : This is a city full of homeless, desperate people. Who knows if somebody won't get ideas?
Never said you're not part of the threat, of course.

Percival : Not that many people in Londinium remember Reunion's past.
Go ahead, check. Everything on the list is here, and I'll deliver the next batch of medicine on time.

Catherine : You said most of you have left. What about Nine?

Percival : Left. Along with many people for whom there is no place in the city.
Our factories outside the city won't be affected, of course. And the routes you found for us will continue to be useful.

Catherine : You're not going with them? Londinium isn't a great place for Infected anymore.

Percival : 'Isn't a great place.' Spoken with true Londinier irony.
When I was little, I was fascinated by the Londinium in the storybooks. The palaces and the gardens where the king and the young princess lived, the adventures to be found in the maze-like factories.
Now I find that Londinium is no different from anywhere else in Victoria. It's no place to make a home.
I stay because somebody has to, and I like doing good, honest work. Besides, the treatment of the Infected in Londinium today is... not terrible.

Catherine : Really?

Percival : I followed them because they saved my life. I'm not like those who are ready to die, who've already figured out how to die for something worthwhile.
Besides, in the end, it usually isn't worthwhile. Nobody deserves to die.

Catherine : You saved a lot of lives. Thank you, on behalf of the workers.
Stop by Highbury the next time you're passing out pamphlets in the city. I'll see right through that disguise.

Percival : ...

Catherine : The goods check out. I'm off, then.

Percival : One more thing, Catherine...

Catherine : Go ahead.

Percival : ...If the rocks hurt at night, I know a few techniques to make you feel better.
I think you know... our medicine doesn't work as well as the stuff from the big pharmas.

Catherine : Yes. It may fool the other workers, but it can't fool me. Same for most of the suppressants you can get in Londinium right now.
At my age, though, I don't have too many lucid days ahead of me. And I guess you could say I've seen worse.
One more day with my senses is one more thing I can do. That's plenty.

<Background 4>

Victorian Sergeant : Our men have tracked down Reunion's hideouts outside the city, two major factories, and their supply routes.
Should we shut them down?

Delphine : ...
No need. Based on available information, they are not a threat to the citizens of Londinium.
Vina says she has personal reasons to be wary of Reunion.
But even she admits that they were a big help to us when they incited the citizens to oppose the dukes.
As for the gray market... just make sure we keep track of everything that's going on. Percival is not stupid. She knows what she's not supposed to touch.
The Reunion threat is much diminished now that their main members have left Londinium. Continue to monitor the situation.
I will even go so far as to say that establishing contact at a private level is an option, if there is consensus about improving the Infected situation.

Victorian Sergeant : Understood. We will continue to monitor Reunion activity without taking direct action.

Delphine : I suppose I'm wasting you lot on this kind of work.

Victorian Sergeant : Of course not, Lady Delphine!

Delphine : From the day we left the Duke of Windermere's ship, to setting intelligence work aside to focus on the assault of Londinium, and now...
...Do you miss the waters of Lynncardine?

After operation

Summary

Vina has her hands full with the problems of the city. The Glasgow Gang do their best to help in their own way. Delphine appears before Shearer, who continues to suffer from lingering symptoms, and promises to take him back to Lynncardine.

<Background 5>

[A man approached Heidi ]

Pompous Man : It's hard to believe that you're leaving, Lady Heidi, after all the effort it took to return to this great city.
But perhaps it's time you returned to your father.

Heidi : Back to Toron? Well... maybe I'll go further than that. My father is not the only guide I have in life.
Your advice has been most enlightening, of course, such as your story of dinner with the envoy of the Earl of March.

Pompous Man : It's my pleasure to offer first-hand information to an aspiring novelist who is not involved in the political world.

Heidi : Or perhaps, I will write my familiar homeland of Toron into the story of this terrible war in Londinium.

Pompous Man : Yes, it can be painful to recall those shameful times, but someone must remember the heroic deeds we performed for the city.

Heidi : Heroic... you're right. Maybe we're all heroes.
How about a love story: a girl from the Victorian borderlands falls in love with a young man who came on holiday, but the young man dies on the battlefields of Londinium.
In the end, though, the news of the young man's death turns out to be false, and he returns to her side a hero.

Pompous Man : A brilliant idea, Lady Heidi. A love lost and found again, just like a city trampled by outsiders, but saved by our hands.
Hear, the orchestra plays. There is no wine or dessert, and the candles do not burn as bright, but the music remains beautiful.

Heidi : By all means, join the dance. Leave me on this balcony with the inspiration you've supplied.

Pompous Man : What about your friends here—

[Eliseo walks to Heidi ]

Eliseo : Uh...

Heidi : An emissary from a foreign land, yet unfamiliar with Victorian customs. Surely you will forgive him?

Pompous Man : Of course, of course.

Heidi : ...

[Heidi walks to Eliseo ]

Eliseo : Lady Heidi, is that right?

Heidi : —Ah, I can show you around the place.

Eliseo : N—No, we shouldn't bother you any more than we already have. Thank you for the assist.

Heidi : This place turns away no one. Next time, you should come in through the front door rather than the balcony, though.

Eliseo : Thank you for the offer, but... I'm not that interested in noble parties, to be honest.
Victorian noble politics was the first thing I studied before I came. I'm familiar with your customs, your attitudes toward the Infected, even your dance steps...

Heidi : Setting aside whether a third-rate novelist would call herself noble... have you asked this soldier why she brought you here?

Eliseo : Sh—She didn't make me come here. I insisted on coming.

Diane : I apologize, Lady Heidi. He said he wanted to stay in Londinium and learn more about our Infected problem, so I was taking him around... in less-than-conventional ways, sometimes.
You can laugh if you want. You see how he is; not at all adept at lying or concealing his thoughts.

Heidi : Rather fits the Pure Heart name, doesn't it?
Eliseo, representative of Pure Heart Medical?

Eliseo : I didn't expect our reputation to precede us...

Heidi : It's easy to recognize the people who are interested in the Infected problem.
Less easy to see through the concerted deception of the nobility.
—Like how most of the people stepping onto the dance floor are Infected.

Eliseo : ...
That's to be expected, in theory at least. The Originium particles that the Sarkaz spread don't discriminate according to social status. But...

Heidi : Nobody will say it out loud. Nobody asks if they're standing next to an Infected. It's about appearances... and a dream.

Eliseo : ...

「Eliseo gazes at the hall. There are holes on pillars where golden ornaments once glittered, a testament to the looting during the war, but the passionate playing of the musicians is almost enough to cover up the desolation.
The self-proclaimed novelist opens the cap of her fountain pen and scribbles in a notebook. 」

Heidi : You could call it meaningless self-consolation, at a time when basic livelihood is in question.

Eliseo : No, not at all.
Just different ways of living.

[Heidi brought out a manuscript ]

Eliseo : What is that?

Heidi : The shadow of a synopsis... and a little extra information. I would like you to take it.
I have a feeling we will meet again, Eliseo.

Eliseo : Thank you.
If you don't mind me asking, though—you seem to be holding onto some pain that this banquet can't soothe.

Heidi : I'm just missing a friend of mine.
There's one less person who will speak with me frankly, now that she's gone.

<Background 3>

Vina : The Summit of Nations?

Oren : The Lateran is paying close attention to the events in Victoria. After all, this is a disaster caused by the Sarkaz.
However, the decisiveness that you and Parliament have shown on the Sarkaz question gave me hope for the city's revival.
Of course, His Holiness sincerely wishes to build the bridge of peace for the nations of Terra, in order to prevent another tragedy from happening.

Vina : You're not only here on behalf of His Holiness the Lateran Pope, are you?

Oren : I am but a humble Messenger, here to deliver a message to you and Parliament.

Vina : Then please send my apologies to His Holiness. I appreciate the kindness that Laterano is demonstrating, but Parliament is not in a position to address matters beyond Londinium.
Kindly inform the duke currently playing host to you that I am not going to Laterano in any capacity. As for his own plans, those have never been any business of Parliament nor myself, have they?

Oren : Of course. That's what Messengers are for.

[Oren walks out of the room and closes the door ]

Delphine : Oren Argiolas. He was on Duke Gododdin's battleship during the war, but never participated directly on behalf of Laterano.

Vina : Just as I thought. Does Gododdin have a sweet tooth too?
If so, we don't have much for him here in Londinium.
So much for Parliament's day off.

Delphine : One interesting tidbit. The Lateran Messenger went onto the ship with a group of refugees. He made an oath by placing his hand on his gun, in order to convince the Duke to accept the refugees.

Vina : And?

Delphine : The scorching hot barrel gave him a blister on his hand.

Vina : Hah, that's out of nowhere. Is it important?

Delphine : Day off.

Vina : Alright, I've been off. Now, which message should I read first? Investigation report on the Arts Circle remnants?

[A letter slips out ]

Vina : Oh?

「Vina sees Lieutenant Shearer's name. Another letter.
She sighs and drops it in the 'Pending' bin. 」

Vina : Delphine, is this—

[Indra suddenly barges in ]

Indra : Hey, Vina! We caught those robbers you were on about and taught 'em a lesson!

Dagda : Targeting frail Oripathy patients. Scum.

Morgan : You know what's even worse? We got a bunch of cowardly wankers who wanted to join the ranks.
It's a good job you got the news quick and didn't give them a chance to grow.

Vina : I wish I could go out and move about.

Indra : Don't worry, I gave 'em an extra punch for you.
And I saved your share of the thank-you gift.

Vina : Wait, we're not collecting protection money—

[The gang forms a crowd near Vina ]

Indra : When was the last time you had candy since we got back to Victoria?

Vina : Indra...

Indra : The lad who got robbed said he made 'em himself. A risk with every mouthful! It's not like you ever liked normal candy sticks.

Dagda : He said he couldn't get his hands on regular sweeteners, so he's tried potatoes, carrots, Originium slug fluids...

Indra : I tried all of 'em. Didn't throw up or nuffin.

Delphine : Sounds like a real pick-me-up. Can I try one?

Indra : Sure! There's plenty.

Dagda : Are you okay, Vina?

Vina : Fine. I've had worse.

Dagda : What about your Speaker duties?

Morgan : Yeah, what are you worried about right now? New laws? Announcements? Reports?
Any work you need us to do? Especially the ones that involve punching which you can't do yourself.

Indra : I even took on a new lackey today! He's built like a straw, but I can teach him a few moves to defend himself.
It's time for Glasgow to rebuild. When can we go back—

Dagda : ...

Morgan : ...

「Indra scratches her head. She did not need her friends' reproaching glances to realize she should not have asked.
Vina glances across her desk, where the mountain of papers has not grown any thinner.
Delphine walks to her side and takes the letters that she was holding. 」

Vina : I think it's time to give a public answer to the issues that concern our citizens. Most don't come to listen to Parliamentary debate, but they'll listen to the radio at the end of a long day.
The situation in the city is stabilizing. I've requested a third engineering team for Norport. Soon, our home will be back to the way it was.

Morgan : BETTER than the way it was.

Vina : You can go back to Lynncardine, Delphine, once we've taken care of this business.

<Background 6>

[Someone knocking on the door and walks in to open it ]

Sanatorium Patient : Diane?
Lieutenant?!

Shearer : I'm retired... Sarah.

Sanatorium Patient : Oh, okay. Sir.

Shearer : ...

Sanatorium Patient : I thought you had declined the Sanatorium's invitation.

Shearer : Just coming to visit, and to thank you again... I hope you don't mind.

Sanatorium Patient : I don't remember much, to be honest. The doctors say the rocks have gone into my head—your hands are trembling.
No need to hide it from me, sir. I haven't forgotten what you taught me.
Looks like addiction symptoms. From the war?

Shearer : Excessive painkiller use. After that thing at the walls.

Sanatorium Patient : —!
You must stay. I'll go for a doctor. Maybe they can...
At least find you some—

Shearer : More painkillers? Yeah, maybe that would soothe the pain.

Sanatorium Patient : That's why you're here, isn't it? Supplies are short, but maybe they can spare some.
Lady Delphine has been very good to the Sanatorium, and to us.

Shearer : ...

Sanatorium Patient : Just a moment. I'll be right back.

[Sarah walks away ]

Shearer : ...

「He wants to stay. Maybe he could really get some painkillers, even if there is little enough to spare. 」

Shearer : Phew—

[Shearer walks out and closed the door ]

Sanatorium Patient : Oh, where did he go?

<Background 2>

[Shearer walks and almost bumps into someone ]

Passerby : Hey, watch where you're going!

Shearer : ...

Passerby : Whoa, keep your distance. Something's not right with him.

Shearer : The Speaker's office is... this way... argh...

[Shearer falls down ]

Passerby : He just toppled over! Another of those poor Infected sods?
Stay away from him! We're all goners if he shatters...

Shearer : I'm... not... argh... my body... I can't...

Passerby : I'll go get someone! Keep your distance, everyone!

[The passerby ran to get someone to help Shearer ]

「Shearer collapses on the street. The rays of the setting sun are not particularly bright, but they are enough to hurt his eyes.
Or, perhaps, it is his body's way of reminding him that only another deep-seated desire can mask the pain.
He tries to adjust his breathing, like he instructed the soldiers fighting pain during the war...
But he fails. He has already lost the fight.
Shearer sees fire. It is so hot he cannot open his eyes. The sky burns. The walls burn. He burns— 」

「He sees the day when he lay on the ground beneath the walls.
The walls of Londinium burned with Draco fire, burning brighter and brighter, until the flames consumed the sky.
He cries out in fear, and tries to cover his eyes— 」

??? : ...Lieutenant...
Lieutenant... Shearer... wake... up...

Shearer : —?

「He sees a hand reach out towards him. 」

Shearer : ...Lady Delphine?

Delphine : I have been waiting for you, Lieutenant.
I saw the letter you wrote to Vina... but you avoided me, just like you refused my offer of treatment.

Shearer : She never read my letter... did she, Lady Delphine?

Delphine : I can guess what you wrote.

Shearer : ...

Delphine : I'm sorry, but I can't help you here. We both know the state of medicine availability in Londinium. You can't stay here.

Shearer : Where can I go?

Delphine : Lynncardine.

Shearer : No! I...

Delphine : I wasn't asking, Lieutenant. This is an order. And don't give me that excuse about being retired.
I know why you hesitate. I know what you fear.
You're afraid to face the senior officers who betrayed and abandoned you at Irnclad Galavae...
You're afraid that you won't come good on your loyalty to me and my mother, and you're afraid to return home like this. Aren't you?

Shearer : I... I don't know...

Delphine : You're not as strong as you think, Lieutenant. And I'm not as weak, or noble, as you think.
Our home is Lynncardine. Not here.
The war is over, Lieutenant. This soldier should go home.

Shearer : ...

Delphine : Don't be afraid. I'm going home with you.
Let's go.

[Delphine helps Shearer to get up ]

Shearer : (Sob) But how... how do I make it home, when I'm like this...

Delphine : I'll take care of it. Did you really think I would abandon you just because you didn't come looking for me?

Shearer : Thank you... Lady Delphine...
Will you return to Londinium?

Delphine : Yes. I promised Vina. But she may have to wait.
I'll make arrangements for you to get treatment. We'll depart once I've taken care of what I have in front of me.

Shearer : Yes, my Lady.

Delphine : Lynncardine... I'm coming home, Mother.

Operation story: GO-6

Before operation

Summary

Vina finally decides to represent Parliament by publicly declaring a series of future programs, including one aimed at resettling the Exemplars. Though the sudden and secretive arrival of the dukes in the city alongside the theft of the crown leads to new troubles.

<Background 1>

December 22nd, 1098, 5:32 P.M.
Knights of the Tower Watchtower Backyard

Vina : I thought you'd have gotten everyone to help fix up the guts of this tower by now.

Dagda : And I thought you'd be getting ready for the Speaker's speech, Vina. I'd rather not meddle with the designers while they work anyway.
They know how to build a museum better than I do, and I'm looking forward to what little surprises the 'Knights of the Tower Museum' they're making has in store for me.
But carving a monument commemorating the Knights? That's something I've got to do myself.
Here, have a look. How is it?

Vina : Never took you for a sculptor.

Dagda : Master Mitchell taught me how when I was really young. Though he'd always get so drunk he'd forget to teach me his special techniques.
Come on over and I'll introduce you. This is Master Finn, the last Captain of the Watch, and the elder knight I was closest to.
This is Old Ferguson, the one who taught me to drink. This is Master Bailey, who did her best to teach me how to do makeup.
And here's Master Mitchell—not my carving, though. He made it himself after a night at the pub.
This is Carl, the crybaby. This is Martin. Every week he'd sneak off before getting sent back by his family. This is Karen...
And then there's... There's...
...

[Vina walks to Dagda to hug her ]

「Vina gently hugs Dagda, comforting her. 」

[Dadga lets go of Vina ]

Dagda : Thanks, Vina, but I'm fine.
It's just that every time I come back here, those fading memories of mine become a lot clearer.

Vina : You carved your own name too. 'Isabelle Montague'...

Dagda : The Knights of the Tower never left. We're still here. Master Finn would be glad to hear it.

Vina : You know, Parliament could retain the institution of the Knights, even if you—

Dagda : Our duty is already over, no?
Victoria has no need for a monarch, so naturally she has no need for the Knights. Let the past be remembered in a museum. That's the best ending we could ask for.
Since there's no more need to light up the tower for the palace's sake, my own duty's done as well.
These days, Londinium is no longer home to Isabelle, the Knight of the Tower. There's just Dagda now. Dagda of the Glasgow Gang.

Vina : ...

Dagda : But Vina, if you still have need of the Knights, I won't hesitate. Just say the word.

Vina : Oh, don't tease me, Dagda. You heard those rumors too?

Dagda : We've been looking into who's been spreading them. But it seems there's a lot of people who believe, even wholeheartedly support the idea that—
'Vina Victoria will be crowned King.'

<Background 2>

December 22nd, 1098, 5:37 P.M.
Saint-Marsol's College

[Eliseo walks while a child is chasing him ]

Sulking Child : Eliseo! Eliseo! Please wait!

Eliseo : Oh, Jenna. More questions you'd like to ask me?

Sulking Child : Miss Molly wants to invite you to stay and watch us rehearse our new play—
Also, Eliseo, could you help me prove something?

Eliseo : What is it?

Sulking Child : Jamie and I had a wager. That even if my gran and I moved to Columbia, we wouldn't be much better off than we are now.
His dad said that in Columbia, kids like us wouldn't get to go to school, and there wouldn't be any teachers who'd want to teach us how to do plays...
Jamie said everything you told us in class was a lie.

Eliseo : ...

??? : Jenna, you should be up on stage for the rehearsal. Don't be bothering Eliseo now.

Sulking Child : Ah! M—Miss Molly!
I was just inviting him to stay and watch...

[Molly walks to Jenna and Eliseo ]

Molly : Allow me. Jamie's waiting for you on stage. He's about to cry any moment now.
Without you, he can't say any of his lines. Go on.

Sulking Child : Oh, he's so annoying... Alright, I'll go...
You've got to stay and watch, Eliseo!

[Jenna runs away ]

Molly : *sigh* Do forgive the children, Eliseo. They tend to just speak their mind.
I must admit, I'm not too familiar with Columbia, and I'm not entirely sure how Infected children would be treated—

Eliseo : They'd be treated very well!
...So long as their guardians can afford health insurance.

Molly : ...

Eliseo : ...

Molly : I see.
The children are very fond of you, and I'm grateful that you took the time to explain how they should take care of themselves after infection. It's important for them to know.
Thank you, truly.

Eliseo : I have to give the same lectures to kids back home pretty often, so it's no trouble at all. Honestly, I'd like to thank you for letting me teach them.
I thought since Parliament's on bad terms with Pure Heart Medical, the schools wouldn't let me near the children.

Molly : Parliament's never forbidden us from reaching out to you though? On the contrary, they tend to approve of this sort of thing as long as we're quiet about it, up to a certain degree.

Eliseo : —!

Molly : Not just you, either. We've also invited Rhodes Island's doctors over to give the children checkups and lessons.
Parliament knows that children will need assistance.

Eliseo : But there's only so much that checkups and lessons can do for them. What they need is medicine and treatment.

Molly : I know. But all we can do now is stay by their side and make sure they are not overcome by fear.
At least at this school, they can still live like how they used to... Like regular people.

Eliseo : I really admire you, Molly.
Back home, if a young Infected is as energetic as these kids here, it usually means their family is pretty well-off.
But here... I hear some kids had nowhere to go, so you gave them shelter at the school. You've got them putting on plays, ones that bring hope to the people here.
That's amazing.

Molly : You flatter me, Eliseo.
I am merely following in the footsteps of those teachers who can no longer return to school... Especially the lady I respect the most.

Eliseo : Do you mean Lady Golding? I heard Heidi mention her before.

Molly : Yes. The play we are rehearsing today was the last she ever wrote in this classroom.
It's a lovely little tale. Two young children go on many adventures to find a fowlbeast that can chase away any illness, which saves their sickly friend.
Lady Heidi once asked me if Lady Golding ever called it a 'meaningless consolation' when she was writing it...

Eliseo : But why?
Is it alright if I stay and watch them rehearse, Molly?
For the sake of the children, and so I can show how much I respect you, and your lady.
I have a feeling that maybe here, in Londinium, there's still a lot I can do to help.
...For Lady Golding.

Molly : ...For Lady Golding.

<Background 3>

Vina : Are all the MPs present?

Delphine : They are.

Vina : How much longer until the city-wide broadcast?

Delphine : Two minutes.

[Vina sits down ]

[Morgan continues to write ]

「It was an evening close to New Year's.
After several long years living in fear, most folk could finally feel at ease and enjoy dinner with their families, listening to the Speaker of Parliament's broadcast together. They even started calling it the 'Dinnertime Declaration' in jest.
Pity that dinner didn't taste so good. 」

[Vina checking stuffs before broadcast ]

Vina : Testing, testing, *cough*—
Shall I begin?

Delphine : Go ahead.

Vina : ...

[Vina turns on the mic and starts the broadcast ]

Vina : This is Vina Victoria. As Speaker of Londinium's Parliament, I now address all the city's residents who took part in resistance during the war, and who yet live.

<Background 4>

[Crowds murmuring ]

Vina's Voice : Two months ago, we walked out from the midst of tragedy.

Stressed Soldier : You lot shut up! Can't you tell the Speaker's started her speech already?

Vina's Voice : On behalf of Parliament, allow me to convey our respect to those heroes who contributed to the war effort.
Every citizen, every soldier of the ducal alliance, every fighter of the Exemplars.
The city will remember each and every one of your deeds, and honor all those who are no longer with us.

Stressed Soldier : ...

「The pub falls silent as everyone lifts their cups. 」

Stressed Soldier : To you, my brothers... and to me.

<Background 2>

Vina's Voice : Now, Londinium has begun her long road to recovery. Order will be reestablished, and those lives once so familiar to us will return.
But that's not all. In regards to the Exemplars, those glorious fighters of extraordinary circumstance, Parliament has decided to reserve this unit designation forevermore, so that we may commemorate both the past and the present of these troops.

Eliseo : I can hear the children singing, and the retired soldiers singing alongside them. Seems like they're in a good mood.

Molly : The song they're singing is from the end of the play.
The sickly child finally recovers, and together, they find happiness.

Eliseo : I... expected those homeless soldiers to care a lot more about the Speaker's speech.

Molly : Of course they care, but they are of firm belief that the Speaker will not abandon them.
After all the suffering endured, happiness will surely come, Eliseo. Do you believe so?

Eliseo : ...

<Background 5>

Vina's Voice : The Exemplars came together once more for one simple dream: to go home. No matter their status, no matter their standing.
Now, this dream of theirs has become reality. We are home now. We have reached the end of the road.

Disdainful Mercenary : Hah, 'reached the end of the road'.
Seems this Speaker lady really is set on disbanding them. What an idiot, pulling apart your army of mates—

Millscar : Then what do you propose she should do with such a motley crew?
Keep chasing those Sarkaz for the kill? Or set their sights on the dukes?

Disdainful Mercenary : Uh...

Millscar : We've got better things to worry about than the Exemplars.
Such as replenishing our strength as quickly as we can. Focus on that instead.

<Background 6>

Vina's Voice : Many former Exemplars have joined the Defense Force's ranks, continuing to protect our homeland.
As for those who no longer wish to bear arms, they have the right to enjoy peace alongside their families.
Parliament promises each and every one of our Exemplar comrades a place to settle down. It may take a long time for this to come to fruition, but the door to the Speaker's office is forever open to my friends—

Catherine : I'm afraid it'll take a few years to see this through. You've got a long road ahead of you, Vina.

Happy Worker : Coming along for dinner, Catherine? There's a fair few old retired blokes who've reported back to the factory.
They'll be real happy to see you!

Catherine : Sure you're not just angling for my stash of smokes? I worked real hard to collect them.

Happy Worker : Hehe.

Catherine : Fine, fine, I'll come along. Oh, right. While you're at it, tell everyone to bring a few friends along.
Once Parliament helps us restart more factories, the hands we have now won't be enough.

<Background 1>

Vina's Voice : And I, Vina Victoria, do promise to every one of this city's residents, that in this coming future without a king—

「The broadcast abruptly comes to an end. As it does so, Dagda hears an uproar suddenly echo through the skies above the city. 」

Dagda : —!
Why the cut-off? What's... What's going on at Parliament?

<Background 3>

Nervous Worker : Madam Speaker, Madam Delphine, while I was fixing up the broadcast system, I noticed this old component.
It's ancient scrap, should've been replaced when His Majesty Alistair was on the throne.
Who would've thought an unremarkable thing like this could still hold up until now! My mentor never told me anything about this!

Vina : So it's all just an accident?

Delphine : Why was there suddenly something on your maintenance checklist that wasn't there before?

Nervous Worker : Iؙ—I just followed what the system synced up to me—

[Earl of March suddenly enters ]

??? : Ladies and gentlemen, may I sit in on this round of parliamentary discussion?

Vina : Earl of March.

The Young Duke : Eleanor. My name's not hard to remember, Vina.
You seem rather surprised to see me here. What, did no one tell you?
It seems your informants have been lax of late, Lady Delphine.

Delphine : ...

Vina : Londinium has no need for... 'informants' to host a guest, my Lady. The city welcomes every Victorian who loves this land.

The Young Duke : Lovely to hear.
Then I suppose you won't mind if I invite a few dukes to revisit an old haunt for a little reunion.

Vina : —?

The Young Duke : Judging by the time, they should be arriving any moment now. Considering their sensitive position, the dukes are hesitant to drop in on any specific person's home, so I was forced to borrow one of your places.
I hope Parliament will understand. You're also welcome to join in, Vina. And you too of course, Delphine.
I know you are about to leave for Windermere. There are a few old friends who hope you could take their condolences for your mother along with you.

[Eleanor takes off her hat ]

「Eleanor doffs her hat, greeting Delphine with a smile.
She then immediately walks to Vina's side and lowers her voice. 」

<Background 3>

The Young Duke : I loved your speech, a very sensible decision. Yet...
Far, far too impatient. There are some things you are free to say to us, but not to the common public.
This is for their own good, and yours too.

Vina : So you were the one who cut our signal.

The Young Duke : We'll be assembling at the Royal Academy of Sciences, Vina. It won't take too long, so don't be late.
By the by, sometimes, there's no need for you to think you haven't done enough. The changes this city has seen are far beyond what I imagined.

Vina : ...

<Background 7>

December 22nd, 1098, 7:32 P.M.
Royal Victorian Academy of Sciences Reception Room

The Young Duke : I assumed Your Grace would have less of an appetite.

Duke of Gododdin : I've always been a practical lad, Eleanor.
We all know the situation in Londinium. This light wine and bread is already enough to show us the Speaker's good faith.

Duke of Caster : The Duke of Wellington is absent, yet again.

Duke of Gododdin : *sigh* It seems the alliance between yourself and His Grace is not as reliable as we imagined.

The Young Duke : We all know we're here for more than just pleasantries, Your Grace. Old Wellington would never have come in the first place.
How do you believe we should treat with Duke of Wellington, Vina?

Vina : If it has naught to do with Londinium, it has naught to do with me.

The Young Duke : Oh, really?

Delphine : Would he really care what you all think? He's always been one to seize the initiative.
All I know is that since the battle for the walls ended two months ago, the engines of the Gastrell and the other frigates have not rested for even a moment.
Wellington has been waiting for you to bite, and I'm afraid to say that he's very disappointed in you all.

Duke of Gododdin : Quite right.
But what you see is merely one side of the matter, Delphine Windermere.
In Old Wellington's eyes, it is still far far too early to decide what sort of relationship will exist between Tara and Victoria.
In these two months, we have had a... tacit understanding. So long as nobody moves to break the silence, then silence we shall enjoy.
But really, it's Her Grace over here whose emissaries are always sneaking into Wellington's demesne. She's much better qualified than I to speak on the matter, no?

Duke of Caster : Once I return, I will be investigating who has been going against my orders.

Duke of Gododdin : After you return to Windermere, young Delphine, I would happily welcome some tired guests at the Lynncardine winery, whenever you like—

Vina : Could we dispense with the banalities already?
Londinium may welcome all Victorians, but we have no time to waste chatting with each and every one of them. There are still many issues affecting our citizens that need urgent handling, all more important than the people sitting here.
I am, of course, well aware that your sudden visit to Londinium is also thanks to an... ahem, tacit understanding.
I know that Wellington's only an excuse. Parliament will not interfere in this matter. So if what you're going to discuss next doesn't involve Parliament, then I don't need to waste my time here—

The Young Duke : That's where you're wrong, Vina. The Duke of Wellington's choice really does have something to do with you. Or to be more precise, it's to do with the late king. Your late father.

Vina : ...

The Young Duke : Twenty-six years ago, Old Wellington never cast a vote in the matter of how to handle your father. He simply watched in silence as King Alistair was led from the throne to the gallows...
Thereafter, he was disappointed. Disappointed in Victoria. Disappointed in the dukes. Disappointed in your father.
From that moment on, the tug of Tara's undercurrent has never ceased.

Delphine : Duke Windermere never mentioned any of this to me—

The Young Duke : Your mother didn't care. No one regretted executing the King. Sorry, Vina, you know I don't mean anything untoward.
Just because Old Wellington himself will never come to Londinium doesn't mean that he has no interest in the city, or in you.
For the time being, we still do not know his true intentions. But just because the throne has sat idle for many years does not mean Victoria needs no king.

「Vina does not understand where Eleanor is going with this. She already made clear her refusal long ago.
The kingship, the crown. They were never what she needed—

{[sc|Vina's communicator beeped|mode=action}}

」

Indra : Bloody hell, Vina, patrol's just come by your office to tell you—
The crown's been stolen from the throne room!

Vina : —!

[Communication's ended ]

Delphine : ...?

Duke of Gododdin : Pardon?

Duke of Caster : It seems our meeting must be postponed, Speaker Victoria. There are side matters that require your attention.

The Young Duke : If you need help, Vina, you know where to find me.

Duke of Gododdin : Chances are we'll be troubling you a little longer, Madam Speaker.

Vina : ...
...
You sodding—

Operation story: GO-7

After operation

Summary

The retired soldier who stole the crown willingly appears before Vina, attempting to persuade her to become the king she envisioned. Yet Vina chooses to leave the throne vacant, with the crown resting upon it.

[Pen scribbling ]

「I don't like the throne room in the Palace of Westhaleg. It's so empty and bleak.
That lonely throne just sitting there—I can't imagine what it'd be like if Vina actually sat on it.
One woman, on that cold, lifeless chair, staring at the barren steps...
Knowing Vina, she wouldn't last a minute there—I'd bet on it. 」

<Background 1>

December 23, 1098, 3:26 A.M.
Throne Room, Palace of Westhaleg

Vina : Did you find the crown? Where is it?

Horn : We didn't find it, per se. Someone delivered it to the Speaker's office. We can't determine the precise time it was lost, but we're fairly certain it happened after your speech started.

Morgan : Vina already placed the crown on that empty throne... so what's the point of stealing it? Was it an order from the dukes?

Vina : I don't think so.
The dukes are never of one mind—they each have their own agenda. However, for the crown to go missing at the same time they're visiting Londinium? That's far too much of a coincidence.

Morgan : But, according to what you've told us, isn't that crown just an old, rusted hunk of iron now?

Horn : ....Umm, not exactly, Morgan.
To many people, the crown is extraordinarily important, no matter its current state.
It's been left untouched for over twenty years, but the people have not forgotten about it. In fact, they are more eager than ever for its return.
They're waiting for a wise new monarch to put it on his/her head, someone who can dispel the shadows hanging over Victoria.

Vina : No, most people are just desperate for a miracle—something that can satisfy their craving for royal authority.

Horn : I cannot deny that. Plus, you have listened to their voices for ages, Vina.
Your identity is truly unique: a descendant of the royal family and a bona fide war hero who was nonetheless raised on the streets. It's no wonder so many people naturally feel drawn to you.
Now that Parliament is up and running and the dukes have willingly relinquished their authority, the people are all the more convinced that you've secured universal support.
The next step is plain as day.

Morgan : But the dukes have no intentions of doing anything like that!

Horn : The public only cares about the outcome, Morgan.

Vina : Yes… I've understood that since the day we returned home. Unfortunately, sometimes, I'm still very good at letting people down.

<Background 2>

December 23, 1098, 4:59 P.M.
New Auchterigg Streets

Carefree Citizen : Thank you for sharing the energy bars, Eliseo. I'll gladly undergo daily sampling, if I get tasty treats like this every time. Haha.
Are these really things you can just buy off the shelf in Columbia? Why do you Columbians stock up on stuff like this—is it for Catastrophe or something?

Eliseo : These bars are my own personal thing.
'Food is fuel.' It's about energy and nutrition. Energy bars are convenient, so why not?
Then again, Diane definitely disagrees with me on this. She's more of a foodie.

Carefree Citizen : I understand. We're thankful just to fill our bellies in Londinium these days.
Her Royal Highness Alexandrina has worked very hard to ensure that we have enough food to eat.

Impatient Citizen : Quit yapping his ear off, will you?
Thank you, Eliseo, for these...uh...'energy bars,' but we'd best be on our way now.

Carefree Citizen : Stanley, you're not afraid that Eliseo will...?

Impatient Citizen : Of course not!
I... surely I can't be arguing with you about such stupid things in front of someone else, right? It's not proper.

Eliseo : Huh?

Carefree Citizen : *sigh* He doesn't like when I refer to Alexandrina as 'Her Royal Highness', That's all.
He and I don't see eye to eye politically. I think having a king again wouldn't be half bad, but he insists life was worse for us when the monarchy was still in power.

Impatient Citizen : ...

Carefree Citizen : But think about it, whether it was back then, or right now, aren't we managing to get by all the same?

Eliseo : So you're saying the presence of a monarch doesn't really impact your life all that much?

Impatient Citizen : It doesn't matter what she thinks. Even if someone does ascend the throne again, it's not like we'll be invited to the coronation feast.

Carefree Citizen : *sigh* Stanley, when are you going to come up with an argument that actually convinces me?
Sorry about this, Eliseo. I need to talk some sense into this stubborn mule.
Oh, by the way, about the increased patrols in the city—I've heard a rumor. Supposedly, someone stole the crown, and the Defense Forces are investigating anyone who might be connected with the theft.
Let's go, Stanley. Goodbye, Eliseo.

[The two citizens leave. ]

Eliseo : Come to think of it, Diane has never mentioned the king or the crown, not even once. Maybe I should ask her about it when I get back.

<Background 3>

Sanatorium Patient : Eliseo, you should take a break. You've been working nearly nonstop, helping collect patient data.

Eliseo : The city's Infected all experienced acute infection around the same time, with many showing rare pathological progressions. I need to document this valuable data thoroughly.
Whether it's for future research into Oripathy or for developing targeted treatments for Londinium's citizens, this data is critically important.
By the way, Sarah, why didn't Diane visit you today?

Sanatorium Patient : Diane?
I thought she was helping you. Many of my old comrades came by the sanatorium today. They wanted to ask if anything 'unusual' had come up recently. We were hoping to bring Diane along for a little reunion with them.

Eliseo : —?

[Pen scribbling ]

「Throughout the whole war, Vina never told us where she found that crown.
But it didn't matter. None of us cared, and no one would ever see that hunk of iron again.
It was supposed to remain sealed in the throne room in the Palace of Westhaleg, left to corrode and decay into nothing.
'The Age of Kings is over and done.'
That's what a drunken Vina said to me, with her arm slung around my neck.
And yet, barely two months later, here it is again, staring us in the face—The ghost of this ancient empire refuses to let go. It's always ready to claim its next victim. 」

<Background 4>

December 24th, 1098, 6:26 A.M.
Speaker's Office

Vina : Does anyone else know about this?

Delphine : We've taken steps to contain the information and will do everything we can to minimize its impact.

Morgan : So... what do we do with this thing?

「Morgan points at the battered crown sitting on the desk. 」

Morgan : This is my first time seeing it up close. Can't believe so many people are fretting over this old thing...
Vina... Vina?

「She notices that Vina isn't looking at the crown at all. Instead, she's standing silently by the desk, her gaze fixed on the dejected figure sitting in the chair across from her—
'The one who stole the crown'. 」

Diane : ...
You really have no questions for me, Madam Speaker?

Vina : I reckon many of you have fanciful notions about me.
Besides, my colleagues will soon have a more complete and objective report delivered to my desk, regarding this matter. So—

Diane : Don't lump me in with those people! All they care about is the throne itself. I care about the one on the throne.

Vina : ...

Diane : I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm well aware of every new law Parliament has enacted, Speaker Vina. Unauthorized entry into the throne chamber is indeed a serious crime, and I'm not planning to deny anything.

「Vina shakes her head. 」

Vina : But that doesn't mean you're fundamentally different from those people. The provisional court will try your case according to the law.
Do you have any further objections?

Diane : No, Madam Speaker.

Vina : Delphine, I'll leave the rest to you. I'll personally return the crown to the throne room and make sure security is tightened up.
*sigh* And then I need to prepare the report for the council meeting—

Diane : Heh... a report.
You didn't have to do all this, Siege. You know all too well how inefficient Parliament is—it's just a group of individuals all looking out for their own self-interest.
You must already be exhausted, just from dealing with all those MPs, no?

Vina : ...

Diane : Londinium has no need for a Speaker operating at the whims of Parliament. What Londinium needs is a real, absolute leader who can guide the city through its transformation.

Delphine : Vina, there's no point in arguing with her about this meaningless stuff.

Vina : I know, Delphine. Madam, are you suggesting that Londinium needs a dictator?

Diane : No. I'm talking about a king. Victoria needs a king.
I can guess what you want to do, Madam Speaker. You're unlike any ruler I've ever known.
You don't even care about your own lineage. But if you wish to achieve your vision, 'Speaker', it won't be enough. This crown should not, and will not, become an obstacle to you.

「She stands up, giving Vina a crisp salute. 」

Diane : That is all I have to say on this matter.
I give my thanks to The Exemplars, and The Siege, for all you've done for our homeland.
I'm fond of the changes she's undergone and firmly believe she'll become an even better leader in future.
It's just a shame that her transformation is still so slow... I won't live to see that day myself.
Let's go, Lady Delphine. Where should we head next?

Vina : ...

<Background fades out>

'Do you really know what I wish to do?'

'You want to change Victoria...'
'No. You want to defeat her. You want to defeat the Victoria of the past.'

<Background 1>

[Footsteps ]

Vina : ...

「Vina stands at the foot of the staircase, holding the crown in her hands as she gazes at the throne.
Beside the throne, a golden lion lays sprawled, his eyelids drooping halfway. 」

Vina : Gawain, you should've told me sooner.

「Step by step, she ascends the staircase until she reaches the throne. Instead of sitting on it, she sits on the steps before it.
The lion doesn't seem to open his eyes. His gentle breath brushes through its mane, sending up faint specks of dust.
He is displeased. 」

Vina : I'm sorry, Gawain. I had another sleepless night. There are still so many thorny issues left unresolved...

「She feels the warmth at her back. The golden lion has moved closer, and his massive body is now supporting her.
Just like it had when she was a child. Vina catches a whiff of sunlight. 」

Vina : Gawain, how nice it would be to fall asleep leaning against you like this.
Walking all the way back here from outside the city feels like... a dream...
But it's been so long since I've had a good night's sleep, let alone a deep, satisfying dream.

「The lion lifts his head slightly, brushing against Vina's golden hair, tickling her just enough to make her smile faintly.
The chill in the air sends a shiver through her, jolting her back to clarity. 」

Vina : ...Has it always been this cold here? It's not time to rest yet, is it?
What we're doing now still falls far short. There's not enough medicine, not enough food, and endless arguments—
Sometimes I wish I could just rip off this uniform and knock those idiots down one by one. Maybe things would be much simpler that way, huh?
'Defeat the Victoria of the past'...
If only it were as simple as a match in the ring.

「The golden lion closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep, though his tail is still lazily swatting against Vina's arm. 」

Vina : ...
Teacher, I'm sorry for complaining to you again.
There are some things I don't know how to explain to Morgan and the others. They wouldn't understand, and I don't want to make them worry.
As for Delphine... I don't want to show too much doubt or vulnerability in front of her. She's already taken on so much for me and pinned so many expectations on me.
There are already so many people counting on me, Gawain.
I don't want to let them down.

「She shuts her eyes and grips the crown.
'King', 'Speaker', these titles mean nothing to her.
She just wants— 」

[Footsteps approach ]

Morgan : Vina, I knew I'd find you here!
Wait… were you just asleep, or?

Vina : No, I was just thinking about something. Gawain, he—

「She instinctively turns her head to the side, but there's no one there. Yet that warmth remains, unmistakable.
He's gone. 」

Vina : (...Thank you for being here with me, Gawain.)
Morgan, what are you doing here?

Morgan : Delphine convinced the provisional court to hold the crown thief in the Defense Forces' detention quarters, for now.
The full report on her is out now. I didn't want to waste time, so I came straight to you. Here, this is the report.
Her name is Diane Weber.

「Morgan pauses, watching Vina closely for a reaction. But Vina simply looks at her with curiosity, waiting for her to continue. 」

Morgan : ...
She didn't just decide to steal the crown out of the blue.
She has been working with a pharmaceutical rep from Columbia for a while now, helping spread awareness about Oripathy infection protection methods.
That's how she learned when the guards patrolling outside the Palace of Westhaleg would change shifts. Once she got inside, she waited until your speech and slipped into the throne room.
And then, she stayed there for quite a while—at least half an hour.

Vina : What did she do in there?

Morgan : I don't know, and she won't say. Maybe she was hesitating, or maybe she just got lost in thought. In any case, she managed to make off with the crown without alerting anyone.

Vina : Wait, something doesn't add up here. She stayed in the throne chamber for so long. She didn't run into the patrols after the shift change?

Morgan : No, she didn't. Even she was surprised by how easily she escaped. She thought for sure the patrols would catch her.

Vina : So someone must have helped her. Was it one of the guests?

Morgan : Unclear, but if she had help, she didn't know about it. She came up with this whole plan herself.

Vina : But... why? Just to bring the crown to me and goad me into—

Morgan : Her name is Diane Weber.

Vina : I know—

Morgan : You don't remember her. I kept thinking she looked familiar, and when I saw the report, I realized—it's her.

Vina : ...?

Morgan : Remember that day when the alliance surrounded us on our doorstep? The first soldier to defy orders and escort us forward?

「Vina recalled the sky that day, filled with steam, the lingering smell of smoke and gunpowder.
And the soldier whose face had become a blur in her memory. 」

'This is Lieutenant Diane Weber of the Sixth Column, Tenth Infantry Regiment. Lower your weapons, soldiers, and escort the Exemplars in their advance.'
'Before I was a soldier, I was a Londinier. This is my home too.'
'Go, Siege. The fight is not yet over.'
'We will take back what is ours!'

Morgan : Diane Weber, the soldier who defied the Duke of Caster's orders... She contracted an acute infection in the final battle against the Nachzehrer King.
That rings a bell? She was the one who took the Sighs of Kings from you and charged towards the Nachzehrers.

Vina : —!

Morgan : She doesn't have much time left.
We are short of Oripathy suppressants, and she never got enough medicine to slow her condition. We took a look at her, but—

「The crown lets out a faint metallic creak as Vina's hand tightens around it. It looks so fragile, yet its resilience is undeniable. 」

Morgan : She really loved our home, and she loved Victoria as well.
That's why she volunteered to join the ducal forces, only to defy their orders and end up forced into retirement.
She trusted you, even though I don't agree with some of her ideas. Vina, maybe we could...

<Background fades out>

[Pen scribbling ]

「I never finished asking for mercy on Diane's behalf. Vina knew what I wanted to say, and I knew how she'd respond...
No, I knew what Speaker Vina Victoria would say.
Even now, I can't imagine what must've been going through Diane Weber's head when she made that crazy decision, but I admire her.
...Even though she stole the crown, she did it out of love for Victoria.
I don't understand. Since coming back to the city, so many things have changed—changed in ways I can't fathom and don't want to understand.
And on that day, I finally made up my mind—
From the end of that final battle outside the Palace of Westhaleg until now... I've lingered here far too long.
Maybe it's time to go home, back to the boxing gym. 」

Operation story: GO-8

Before operation

Summary

The Exemplars, led by Vina, press forward relentlessly after breaking through the blockade at the city walls. Before the final battle, Vina hands the Realmblade to the people. She rallies soldiers, workers, and all manner of city dwellers to storm the Sarkaz's final stronghold together.

<Background 1>

<Background 2>

October 2nd, 1098, 6:23 A.M. - The Day the War Ended
Auchterigg Front Lines, T1

Sudaram : Death... awaits... at the end...
My liege... watches... death, watches... you...

Excited Soldier : Captain, the target has been neutralized! But our remaining ammunition is estimated to last only two more minutes!
We need our next set of orders!

Horn : All units, prepare for close-quarter combat!
Hold the line for the next two minutes—I'll cover your retreat!
Siege, our artillery support is running out!
The bombardment will end in three minutes! What's the situation on your side?

Vina : We can't clear this Nachzehrer fog!
These things have severed the supply routes our workers cleared for us. We can't get supplies to your position quickly enough.
Prepare to retreat from T1.

Excited Soldier : Negative! Abandoning T1 will create a gap in our encirclement, and the alliance forces will break through from our side! Captain, I can't accept that—

Horn : The battlefield isn't a place for heroics! Honor your orders!

Vina : We've sent a distress signal to our friends at Rhodes Island. Now we have to trust the Doctor and the plan.
Soldiers, we've made it home. Do everything you can to survive! Only then can we take back what we've lost!

Excited Soldier : ...

Horn : Siege, we'll hold the line for the final two minutes, then retreat to regroup and assist you in clearing out the creatures in the fog!
Bagpipe, keep them safe!

Bagpipe : Aye, Captain!

Vina : If the fog can't be dispersed, don't wait for us. Head to I12 and rendezvous with Gododdin's 106th Assault Brigade. Keep fighting.

Horn : Understood.

Bagpipe : I'll be seein' ye soon, Captain—

Voice from the Communicator : (Strange howl)

Bagpipe : Look out, Siege!

Delphine : It's the Confessarius chimeras! Everyone, prepare to retreat!

Voice from the Communicator : (Song-like shriek)

Morgan : It's lit itself up! Hannah, watch out for its flames!

Indra : Oof... It hurts... Vina, are you alright?

Dagda : Everyone else, fall back! I can't allow any more needless sacrifices...

Voice from the Communicator : (A piercing wail)

Indra : Wait—where did this backup come from!?

Unknown Transmission : Anti-witchcraft cannon has struck the target. Enemy movement disrupted. Remaining squads, continue setting up anti-witchcraft cannons.
Mission objective: eliminate threats within the fog.
Friendly forces at T1, hold your position. Emergency supplies will arrive at your location in three and a half minutes.

Horn : —!
Exemplar T1 Combat Team—message received! Please identify your unit!

Unknown Transmission : Duke of Normandy's 8th Grenadier Battalion, under orders to support The Exemplars.

Vina : The Duke of Normandy? 8th Grenadier Battalion? Horn, do you know anything about this unit?

Horn : They're not under the direct command of the Duke of Normandy. They report to the Earl of March.

The Young Duke : Lieutenant Skamandros truly has an exceptional grasp of our intelligence operations, as to be expected from someone born into a military family.
Lieutenant, keep Her Royal Highness Alexandrina safe.
As for Your Highness, please accept this small gift.
Once all these matters are resolved, I'll visit you in person, Vina.

Horn : Siege, do you know the Earl of March?

Vina : No, we've never met. But her name was mentioned in some of the information sent to me.
That doesn't matter now. With reinforcements, we should be able to reopen the supply line. Horn, we'll meet again soon!
At last, it's time to bring all of this to an end.

Excited Soldier : Finally!

「The crowd cheers. 」

Horn : Phew—

「She gazes at The Shard in the distance and the faintly visible Palace of Westhaleg, calmer than she has ever been. 」

Horn : Triangle, Cello, Oboe... Tempest Platoon, everyone, watch closely.
...As we scatter the dark clouds over Londinium!
All members of the Exemplar T1 Combat Team, hear this: hold your ground. Do not give them a single inch!

「'Roger that!' 」

<Background 3>

October 2nd, 1098 6:36 A.M.
Highbury Secret Base

Rockrock : Captain, Rock-18 just uploaded the scan of the last segment of our route to PRTS. Did you receive it?

Feist : Got it! Rockrock, we're already repairing the final track-shift node.

Rockrock : Given the current damage level, how long until the repairs are complete?

Feist : Ten minutes.
Located Granny yet? We need to retrieve that weapon as soon as possible. The Exemplars will need our support on the front line.

Rockrock : Still trying to pinpoint the correct location.
The signals we've found over the past few days were all decoy beacons they left behind. It might take a bit more time to re-establish contact.

Feist : At least that means Granny's team is still safe for now...

Rockrock : Captain, if—and I mean if—we can't get in touch with Catherine, what should we do?

Feist : We'll use this passage to transport as much of Highbury's remaining supplies as possible to—

Rockrock : Captain?!

<Background 4>

Feist : *cough*—
*cough* Is everyone okay?
Where did those Sarkaz come from... and what was that artillery fire I just heard?

「The smoke shifts, yet a small ember glimmers brightly in the depths of the haze...
The ember of a cigarette.
A familiar, acrid smell hits Feist's nose and makes his eyes sting. 」

??? : I keep telling you, when you're busy working, you always forget to watch your back.

Catherine : Welcome home, brat.

Feist : Granny! We've been looking for you all this time!

Catherine : I know. When someone told me the passage was being repaired, I figured it was you.

Feist : Hm?
That's—

「He spots a massive shadow in the depths of the smoke. 」

Catherine : Haha, remember the blueprints you left behind?
It took some effort, with the Sarkaz blockade and all, but we finally managed to build your big machine.

Feist : The Crawler...

<Background 1>

October 2nd, 1098 6:39 A.M.
Sudean Secret Underground Passage

Millscar : I know you're there.
Your earring has grown... rather warm.
Those workers who came to support the Self-Salvation Corps earlier—that was your doing, wasn't it?

Mysterious Vampire : Shh, you'll disturb my friends.

Millscar : ...

Mysterious Vampire : Still, thank you for taking good care of Little Garnet for me, kitten.
And thank you for cleaning up those filthy rocks Duq'arael left behind.

Millscar : Here. You can have this back.
I have more important things to deal with.

Mysterious Vampire : Off to find that hunk of sheetmetal again?

Millscar : He… wouldn't want to miss this battle.
Thank you for saving me earlier. Farewell.

Mysterious Vampire : Where are you off to next?

Ascalon : To meet with him.

Mysterious Vampire : You're not going to go help Dame Kal'tsit?

Ascalon : With Amiya and Logos there, nothing will happen.
I'll wait for them beneath the Palace of Westhaleg. It's his last known location, as far as I know.
Her Highness is gone. It's time to put the past to rest.

Mysterious Vampire : Your wounds...

Ascalon : Insignificant.
You don't need to involve yourself in the frontline work anymore. Take care of yourself.

Mysterious Vampire : Don't you understand how powerful I am by now, runt? You learned quite a bit from us back in the day, didn't you?

Ascalon : ...

Mysterious Vampire : Bringing you into the city was the most I could do. Whatever is between you and the Regent—Rose Riverside will no longer be involved.

Ascalon : Good.
Where will you go next?

Mysterious Vampire : I'll keep tracking her down. She disappeared so suddenly, abandoning Her Highness at the most critical moment. That demands an explanation.
One of our sharp-eyed sisters managed to track her as she left Londinium. She's still heading west, though her destination is unclear.

Ascalon : And when you catch her? Will you bring her back, or kill her?

Mysterious Vampire : She owes all the Riverbank Canoes an explanation.
But you, runt, should worry about yourself first. The Regent is close at hand.

Ascalon : ...

Mysterious Vampire : The Riverside Canoes swore not to get involved with anything related to Babel anymore. However, helping an old acquaintance doesn't break the rules.
This smear of blood—it's a gift and a blessing, for less pain and fewer scars. Safe travels, Ascalon.

Ascalon : Did you really have to wipe it on my neck?

Mysterious Vampire : Not my fault you always hide your face so well under that hood. You look better this way.

Ascalon : Hmph.

Mysterious Vampire : Oh, by the way, I forgot to ask—what do you think of that kitten?

「She does not emerge from the shadows, and the wind carries her voice.
'My judgment is unnecessary. When the dust settles, the truth will reveal itself.'
'We're all the same.' 」

<Background Black>

「Even today, many still argue about when exactly the war ended.
Some say it was when the Nachzehrer King fell at the gates of the Palace of Westhaleg. Others say it was when the Sarkaz fully withdrew from Londinium.
As someone who lived through it, I've been asked quite frequently about my opinion.
Luckily, I share the exact same view as Vina:
The war ended the moment we found the courage to take the sword from Vina's hands and wield it against the Nachzehrer King ourselves.
We fought back. We destroyed, with our own hands, the enemies who tried to ruin us. We never needed a singular hero.
That day, everyone who fought for her home and her future was a hero. 」

「'Everyone, no matter your unit number, which squad you belong to, or which duke you serve—'
'There's no retreating now!'
'Support the allied forces! Why should we lag behind this lot?'
'Quick, go help The Exemplars!'
'Captain, argh—my weapon's broken—'
'Take mine! If it breaks, grab another! If there's none left, snatch a blade from the devils and keep fighting!'
'Advance! Advance!!'
'For Victoria!'
'For Victoria!' 」

Vina : Soldier, you should not continue this assault empty-handed.
Take this sword.

Diane Weber : ...but, this is the Sighs of Kings... I can't possibly...
It belongs to Your Royal Highness.

Vina : No. It belongs to Victoria.
On the wreckage of the Glorious, trusted allies passed the sword from hand to hand until it reached me, completing its mission.
Now, take it from my hand! Let it reach the hands of everyone who needs it. Let its mission continue anew.
This is your right as a Victorian.

Diane Weber : But if we take the sword, what will Your Royal Highness use?

Vina : I still have my hammer.
I will not stop. I will stay with you until the end.

「The early morning sun breaks through the dark clouds. A golden-haired Feline and a Victorian stand together.
The soldier grips the sword tightly, her gaze locked on the determined Aslan, despite the blinding sunlight.
She refuses to look away, for she sees the thousands of Victorians rallied behind her, fighting for the same cause.
She sees the King, walking alongside her people. 」

Diane Weber : ...
As you bid.
All survivors of the 6th Column, 10th Infantry Regiment, advance with me!
For Victoria!
♪May the vast lands they keep owre kynge.

「She cuts down two Nachzehrer Royal Court elites and a caster. Her blade bears two new notches. 」

Diane Weber : ♪His people, and alle his well-wyllynge,

「However, she is too gravely injured to continue, so she passes the sword on.
A worker grips the sword and presses forward. He perishes alongside a Royal Court elite, leaving yet another notch on the blade. 」

Diane Weber : ♪And give them grace wythoute endyng!

「An Infected picks the sword up from the pool of blood. She does not defeat any enemies, instead protecting it with her body.
In so doing, she protects her Victoria and hope itself. 」

Diane Weber : ♪Then may we call and savely syng,
♪Victoria, yeve thankes for owre hom!

「Finally, the sword pierced the Nachzehrer King, after which it disappeared into the chaos of the battle.
To this day, we still don't know who the final hero to wield the sword was, or whether they're still alive. But one thing is certain—the sword fulfilled its mission.
The Victorians wielded the blade against the invaders.
But its legend didn't end there. They say it was the workers who recovered the broken Sighs of Kings from the blood and mud.
As for the rest of the story, well, every child in Londinium can sing it loud and clear. 」

<Background 5>

October 2nd, 1098, 7:35 A.M.
Auchterigg, the Nachzehrers' final camp

Morgan : I don't see any more Nachzehrers. Is the battle finally over?

Indra : But this blasted fog hasn't let up one bit.

Dagda : Something's not right. The Sarkaz aren't attacking under the cover of the thick fog like before. Is this a trap?

Horn : Based on our previous encounters with the Nachzehrer army, they are far more elusive than they seem.

Delphine : Horn, what do you suppose we should do next?

Horn : Coordinate with the main allied forces, hold off on advancing rashly, and minimize unnecessary casualties until we get a clearer read on the situation.

Vina : Alright. Sound strategy.
Dagda, send the orders to all of our troops.

Delphine : I'll pass it on to the alliance commanders, as well as Closure and the others.

Unknown Transmission : Hey, heyyy, hey! Did Hood even get the frequency right?
Huh? We're already live?
Gah! Everybody, listen up! Babel's captured the Military Commission's Command Center.
The bastards don't know their heads from their asses right now, and nobody's got it in them to help out the crusty old Nachzehrer King.
So quit wasting time and get those feet moving!
I don't care if you believe me or not, just go and get this over with!
Oh, and by the way, you might wanna look up.
The old hag owes me big this time.

Indra : ...?

Horn : ...

Dagda : ...

Vina : Delphine—

Delphine : We traced the transmission. It seems this communication was received on several different frequencies.
Both the allies and the Sarkaz probably heard it.

Morgan : That voice... it was....

Vina : Wiš'adel. Sounds like they've been busy.
Horn, please re-assess the situation.

Indra : Vina, look at the sky! It's...

「All eyes turn upwards, and soon they hear the sound of steam bursting at full force, echoing above the Palace of Westhaleg.
'Victoria!'
The Victorian army boils. 」

Dagda : It's Charles Lynch! He's gone into the fog!

Vina : I can hear the commotion inside the clouds. He's battling the Nachzehrers.
Horn?

Horn : Although morale is currently high, the alliance has yet to make any major moves. Clearly, the dukes are still hesitating—they have reason to be cautious with intelligence from an unknown source.

Vina : If Rhodes Island trusts Wiš'adel, then so do I.

Horn : Ha. We trust you as well, Siege. I'll go tell everyone to get ready.

Morgan : Huh? What's going on?
Did you hear that sound... right beneath our feet!

??? : The Exemplars, we meet at last.

Morgan : Wait a minute, Vina. Am I seeing things, or did a giant... thing just burrow out from underground?

Catherine : A giant thing? No. It has a name.
The Crawler. My grandson designed it. Pretty good, huh?

「The gray-haired pilot blows a smoke ring, standing proudly on the ladder of the massive machine.
It has four massive steam-powered hydraulic legs, encased in protective armor that bears the unmistakable signs of a worker's handiwork.
Smoke is still billowing from its enormous, black cannon barrel, a clear sign that it was the one responsible for the massive hole in the ground.
A steady stream of Self-Salvation Corps members emerge from the gaping hole beneath The Crawler, carrying combat supplies up to the surface. 」

Vina : You—

Feist : Siege, thank goodness we made it here in time!
Starting now, the Self-Salvation Corps will join forces with you. With Granny and her team helping out, we'll have a much greater chance of victory!

Catherine : We just got that message ourselves—it seems the timing is spot on.

Vina : I-Victoria thanks you!
Horn?

Horn : All clear. The preparations are complete, and we're ready to move out at any time.

Vina : Good.
Everyone, this is the final battle. We—

Catherine : Wait a minute. There's still one thing left.
I need to adjust the cannon.... there. That should do it.
Cover your ears!

「The cannon strikes the giant bell at the center of Auchterigg, an ancient relic that had stood for centuries.
The bell tolls, loud, clear, and beautiful, followed by the sound of the alliance war horns and their furious battle cries. 」

Catherine : We've got to let certain people know we're here.
You're in command now.

Vina : Victorians! Charge forth to our final victory!

After operation

Summary

After the final battle, victory is secured and the Steam Knight's mission is complete. Allerdale bids farewell to Vina before vanishing into the steam. Vina faces the dukes to address Londinium's many issues.

<Background 2>

「'Victory'.
In the boxing ring, victory is about honor and glory.
On the battlefield, victory is about lives saved...and lost.
The Nachzehrer King's death terrified everyone who saw it. I don't want to think about it now, much less include it in my book.
That Sarkaz won't get a eulogy from me.
But, I'll forever honor the last Steam Knight, Sir Charles Lynch. 」

Morgan : .....How long has it been since he's moved?

Dagda : Ten minutes.

「No one dares approach Charles Lynch.
Everyone gathers around the last Steam Knight, down on one knee in a show of respect.
He stands tall and unwavering before the Palace of Westhaleg, steam gushing from every crack in his armor.
Scorching, unrelenting.
Like the sound of a beating heart. 」

Horn : How can he still be standing with such grievous wounds from the battle with the Nachzehrer king...

Vina : It was never his body alone that kept him upright, or he would have never made it out of the Mausoleum of Kings.

「Vina walks towards the Steam Knight, as everyone else watches on. 」

Indra : Vina, don't get close to him. He's off his rocker!

Vina : I have to. I have to know for sure.

Morgan : But he almost killed you back in the underground, Vina!

Dagda : Let her do it.
Something's not right with the Steam Knight... Sir Charles. Siege probably sensed it too.

Morgan : But—

Dagda : Trust her.

Morgan : ...

「Vina approaches the Steam Knight. She can feel the temperature rise from the hot steam. 」

Vina : I've never seen you like this, not even back in the Mausoleum of Kings.
The war is over. You've protected Victoria. You've completed your mission.

Charles Lynch : (Steam hissing)

Vina : What are you still searching for? The sword? Sorry. It was lost somewhere on the battlefield.

Charles Lynch : (Steam hissing)

Vina : Or perhaps you're waiting for something else?

「Vina gently touches Sir Charles's armor. Every scratch and mark etched into it tells the Steam Knight's story—
The battle with his comrades on the day he swore to inherit the title.
The battle on the frontier to quell uprisings—he survived amidst a storm of witchcraft.
The betrayal in the Mausoleum of Kings.
The charge towards the Glorious, towards Originium...
Sir Charles Lynch has never fallen.
Sir Charles Lynch shall forever watch over Victoria. 」

Vina : You're looking at the Palace of Westhaleg. I understand now.
You're not the only one. Many more are looking over at the palace.

「Vina looks back at the gathered Victorians in the distance—wounded, silent, excited, weeping...
The people had already formed a long human wall on their own, holding back the restive and agitated crowd.
They are all murmuring different names.
'Siege', 'Vina', 'Alexandrina', 'Victoria'. 」

Charles Lynch : (Steam hissing)

Vina : I never believed you'd gone mad.
Sir Charles, this is our second official meeting.
I once hoped that if you found your way out of the darkness, you would find something worth protecting.
We've already made it this far. Please wait a little longer, until I return.

Charles Lynch : (Steam hissing)

「Vina walks past the Steam Knight, up the steps of the Palace of Westhaleg, and alone through its door.
Time slowly passes.
At first, the crowd is silent, but gradually they stir, as unrest begins to spread. 」

Voice in the Crowd : Why is it taking so long? Could there be other enemies inside?
Should we go and help?
Quiet! Have faith in Her Royal Highness Alexandrina!
Can't you see that even the Steam Knight is waiting here in silence?
I've heard the crown is still inside. Do you think that when she comes out, we'll have a new King?!

Delphine : Something's not right here. Based on our intelligence, there shouldn't be any more of the Military Commission's forces left.
There should be nothing left in that palace.

Indra : Are we just gonna stand here like idiots? We oughta just go in and see for ourselves!

Morgan : ...

Feist : I'll go.

Catherine : There are better choices—

Feist : Well, we're the only ones who can drive the Crawler.
As long as we've got the Crawler, we've nothing to fear. We'll be protected, even against the Steam Knight.

<Background Black>

「Vina never told us what she saw in the Palace of Westhaleg, and we never asked Feist about it either.
It doesn't matter.
I'm just relieved that once the Military Commission's banner fell from atop the Palace, Vina didn't actually walk out wearing the crown.
That's my Vina!
At least, that's how I felt at the time... 」

<Background 2>

Voice in the Crowd : There she is! She's coming out!
Where's the crown? Why isn't she wearing the crown?
Quiet, you moron! She hasn't been coronated yet. Why would she be wearing the crown already?
What's that in her hands? Is that the devils' flag?

Vina : Good people of Victoria. The Nachzehrer King is dead.
I have torn down this flag that the enemy has stabbed into the heart of our great Londinium.
We will tear down every Sarkaz banner left in our home and drive out every enemy still consumed by their bloodlust!
But please, spare the unarmed ones. Spare anyone willing to surrender.
The war is over! We must not avenge slaughter with more slaughter, nor meet hatred with more hatred!
I, Vina Victoria, wish to speak to all the heroes who have fought to defend our Victoria.
Hear me. We have liberated Londinium, liberated Victoria!
In these coming days, months, and years——
We must revive Victoria! We shall revive Victoria!

「Vina raises her hammer aloft for all to see.
The people rise to their feet, and a wave of cheers spreads outward from the center, each surge louder than the last.
Londinium and her citizens celebrate her rebirth.
At the center of the crowd, the last Steam Knight lets out his final roar, steam bursting forth.
His heart stops beating, so he ignites it with the suit's burning core.
His vision blurs, so he clears it with steam hot enough to melt flesh.
Then, Sir Charles sees it:
Victoria's flag basking in the sun's golden glow.
Sir Charles Lynch can finally fall. 」

「He falls to the light of dawn, to a new beginning.
Steam completely envelops Sir Charles's enormous body, making his demise unceremonious and almost unnoticed.
Amidst the cheering crowd, a figure walks into the cloud of steam. Allerdale bids farewell to the hero she once so deeply admired. 」

Allerdale : You could have killed me, back then.
The despicable meeting her end at the hands of her hero... That would have been the perfect ending to her story.
So why must the despicable be the one to bid farewell to the hero?
...
Sir Charles, you have completed your mission.
My father once taught me that every Steam Knight returning triumphantly from his mission would have a squire to remove his armor and wipe away the dust—
Allow me to remove your armor.
...It has long fused with your body.

「'Core... temperature... dropping' 」

Allerdale : I will keep your core. I promise that your heart will never stop burning. It will bear witness to Victoria's future.
Sir Charles, you've seen the things you hoped to protect restored to their former brilliance.
Have you any final words, good Steam Knight?

'From this day forward, you will be honored as a Steam Knight.'
'Sir Charles Lynch, tell me, what do you want for your reward?'
'...'
'Your Majesty, I wish for your blade to always be sharp.'
'I wish for the wheat my wife harvests to fill the granary by our doorstep year after year.'
'I wish to hold my newborn daughter in my arms and fly over Londinium, gazing down at the factories bustling day and night throughout the city.'
'I wish for my neighbor, whose legs were crippled by illness, to stand again, so we can drink, sing, and celebrate through the night with our comrades we know so well.'
'Your Majesty, what I wish for is a life of lasting peace. If this reward requires me to fight for it myself...'
'Then, Your Majesty, I pledge to you, I will always keep fighting, for you, for all my loved ones, for myself, and for...'

「'...Victoria.' 」

Allerdale : 'Victoria.'
'The Oath of Sir Charles Lynch, the final words of the last Steam Knight.'
You never abandoned yourself, even when Victoria abandoned you...
Ha... 'Steam Knight', I don't deserve that title, nor this set of armor.
This war has already claimed too many lives.
I hope yours is the last. Goodbye, Sir Charles Lynch.
Listen. They're all bidding you farewell.

「'Victoria! Victory!'
'Victoria!' 'For Victoria!!!'
'(last burst of steam)'
'Victoria', his final hoarse whisper merges with the crowd's shouting, like raindrops quietly dropping into the sea.
Allerdale sees the excited faces in the crowd, yet cannot help falling into silence.
Her eyes are drawn to the woman standing on the steps—Vina. She knows Vina can see her as well.
Vina just stands there, looking back at her, her lips moving slightly.
Did she recognize me? Allerdale sighs. 」

Millscar : You made the right choice. You are standing exactly where you belong.
As am I.
Londinium does not need any more heroes, Vina.

「She turns and walks away, disappearing into the white billows of steam. 」

<Background 2>

Delphine : What are you looking at, Vina?

Vina : The Steam Knight is gone. He has completed his mission.

Delphine : ——? That steam... I thought it was like last time—

Vina : This time is different.

Delphine : Then we...

Vina : There is no need to bother him. Someone is already seeing him off.

Delphine : Alright.

「Celebration, and mourning. 」

Delphine : Vina, what should we do next?

「The people stand cheering in front of the Palace of Westhaleg. They all look to Vina. 」

Delphine : They're waiting for you.

Vina : ...
Then I will show them all, Delphine.

<Background 6>

December 25th, 1098, 5:24 P.M.
The Sineselde, Parliamentary Chamber

Retired Exemplar : ...is this the Speaker's answer? She sent you, her old comrades, to drive us away?

Horn : No. Guarding the Sineselde is only one of the Defense Forces' responsibilities. Justice is justice, Hoff.

Retired Exemplar : Heroes shouldn't be treated this way. Diane and all The Exemplars who bled don't deserve this, do they, Commander?

Horn : I understand what you're saying, but this isn't how Parliament makes decisions.
We cannot let this become a precedent.

Retired Exemplar : I do not know politics, Captain. I only know that Diane is a good person. If Parliament insists, many hearts will be lost.

Horn : And you, sir? You still will not yield?

Eliseo : I know Diane well. She would never act out of selfishness. Nor does she have any ties with the nobility.
Therefore, I humbly ask the Speaker to take time out of her busy schedule to reconsider Diane's verdict.

Horn : This was a decision rendered by the provisional court. Diane broke into the locked throne room in direct defiance of Parliament.
We also know Diane very well, but... I'm afraid there's nothing—

<Background 3>

Feist : —Diane?!

Emotional Worker : Yes. She's the one who introduced us to you!
After the war, we lost our homes and nearly our lives. If it weren't for her constant encouragement, I'd probably still be passed out in a barrel of ale.
You don't think she's a bad person either, do you? It's just that Vina—
Speaker Vina, sorry. It's a force of habit. Speaker Vina must have made a mistake.
We've all gone to her office, but I feel like just having numbers on our side might not be enough... Feist, your words carry more weight—please, I'm begging you.

Feist : Sorry, but I have to assume that if Parliament put Diane on trial, they must have also allowed her to present a defense.
No matter how strange or unfair I think their decision is, having Speaker Vina force them to change it at the last minute would be even more unfair.

Emotional Worker : But Diane's case should be treated differently. We just barely survived the war, and now she's going to die over something so stupid?

<Background 7>

Catherine : Listen to the radio. Listen to the patrons in the bars. You'll hear that nobody's happy about this decision.

Elderly Worker : What do you think, Catherine? You said we could lodge our complaints with Vina anytime.

Catherine : I think Diane is just a stupid girl who did a stupid thing. Nothing more.
She means well, but what she did was moronic. She defied a direct order of Parliament and left Vina with no other choice.

Elderly Worker : So, you're planning to turn down the pharma rep?

Catherine : How do you expect me to convince Parliament?

Elderly Worker : ...

Catherine : Actually, Vina does have a chance to solve this. With her reputation, persuading Parliament to impose a lighter punishment is not impossible.
But many eyes are watching as she makes her final decision.
This is just one of the many tricky issues that the Speaker of Londinium's Parliament has to face. A hero may be able to save everyone in a war, but...

<Background 8>

Eliseo : —Lady Delphine.

Delphine : We spent quite a bit of time trying to find you.

Eliseo : Me?

Delphine : In just one day, Diane's case caused quite an uproar across Londinium. We briefly investigated who was spreading the news and inciting the public.

Eliseo : So... Parliament wants me to shut up.

Delphine : No, Eliseo. Compared to deliberate acts of sabotage, your actions have had significantly less impact.
Actually, we all admire you for fighting so hard for someone you have not known for very long.

Eliseo : —?

Delphine : Vina understands how you feel. She wanted to come see you in person, but I stopped her.
I apologize, but Madame Speaker has more urgent matters to attend to presently.

Eliseo : Is there... absolutely no room for negotiation regarding Diane's case?

Delphine : No. Vina could change things. We all know that.
Frankly, this is a very sad case. However, it will serve as a message from Parliament to all the citizens.

Eliseo : ...

Delphine : I saw that you requested to review Parliament's records, so you must be well aware of Diane's charges, the defense that she herself presented, and the various PMs' opinions of her.
The citizenry has collectively established Londinium's current laws, and the provisional court made its judgment of Diane in accordance with those laws. Isn't this how you do things in Columbia?

Eliseo : But she's a war hero—shouldn't her merits outweigh her faults?

Delphine : That's a notion steeped in reason, yet brimming with arrogance.
I often come across this phrase in history books, usually said by old Victorian kings.
But if Vina crosses this line and the others allow it to happen, then what is the point of having Parliament?
How would our Parliament be any different from the one where the king himself served as Speaker?
I don't know the answer to that question, Eliseo, but none of us want to take the risk of finding out.
Parliament will not interfere with any of your endeavors. However, as far as Diane's case is concerned, I'm sorry—this is Parliament's decision, and it cannot be changed.

Eliseo : Diane never told me, specifically, what kind of soldier she was during the war. Most of the time, she talked to me about her hopes for Londinium's future.
Most of the people I meet in Londinium harbor high hopes and dreams for the city's future.

Delphine : This is the city's great fortune. Our duty is to ensure we never let its people down.

Eliseo : I see.
The herbs Diane grew in the greenhouse against all odds will mature in February. I hear they can alleviate the excruciating pain of Oripathy.
I'll wait until they mature and take some samples back to Columbia.

Delphine : Okay. If you need any help before then, just let us know.

Faraway Voice : Actually, when I first arrived in Londinium, I was also curious as to what kind of person Speaker Vina was...

「When Hannah and I visit schools and sanatoriums to give 'surprises' to the Infected children, they always ask us about 'the story of Princess Alexandrina, the Princess Royal.'
We then tell them the whole tale of the street urchin who became a legendary war hero and the savior of Londinium.
But the story always ends when Vina walks out of the Palace of Westhaleg. At that point, it's not so fit for children. 」

「How I wish the story could end with Vina tearing off those fancy clothes and returning with us to Norport, to the Glasgow Gang.
But I know that's not possible anymore.
On the day of the mass protests against Diane's verdict, Vina explained to us, in detail, the proposals she was going to submit to the dukes at her upcoming meeting. They covered a whole lot of topics like food, healthcare, education, and civil service reforms.
Vina had the right solutions to all of those issues, but she didn't say a word about Diane.
We listened quietly to all of her proposals and then left without bringing it up. 」

Vina : Fuel inventory report... Comprehensive report on all city sanatoriums... Report on Oripathy suppressant distribution...

「Vina returns her gaze to the documents in front of her. She struggles to absorb the reams of data.
She knows that in just a few minutes, the bell on the table will ring to remind her to head to the banquet hall.
She also knows that those guests don't truly care about the numbers she has tried to memorize, much less the actual lives, deaths, and hardships they represent.
But she cares. This time she's the one who invited the dukes for dinner. 」

Vina : I hope this works.

「In the now-quiet office, the faint shouts of protesters outside the window could still be heard. 」

Vina : ...I'm sorry, Diane.

Operation story: GO-9

Before operation

<Background 1>

December 25th, 1098, 8:32 P.M.
Defense Forces Temporary Detention Room

Diligent Guard : Phew—Zone 2 is finally all cleaned up, now it's just Zone 4 left. How are you doing? Tough work, eh? Want to take a break?

Diane : I'm cleaning just as fast as you are, as you can plainly see.
You don't need to try and accommodate me just because I'm an Infected.

Diligent Guard : That's not it at all. I just thought you must be tired, with everything you've been through and all.

Diane : Oh, I thought... never mind. As for that incident with the crown, I'm fully clear on that now.

Diligent Guard : It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing! Besides, you're not the only one who wanted to do that.
Actually, it seems like all of a sudden, people aren't as afraid of the Infected anymore.

Diane : That's because we're in Londinium. The policies instituted by the Speaker and Parliament have, at the very least, stopped many people from openly showing fear and resentment towards the Infected.
But according to a Columbian friend of mine, outside of Londinium, things haven't changed.

Diligent Guard : Anyway, thanks for helping with the cleanup; we would've had the captain on us again without you.

Diane : I should be the one thanking you for not shackling me. Having something to do helps put my mind at ease.

Diligent Guard : If you ask me, you need not worry about Parliament's decision. Think about it. Of all the places in Londinium where they could have detained you, why did they choose the Defense Forces' lockup?
It's because we're all either old war buddies or familiar faces who can look out for you. Don't worry. Once things cool down, we'll find a reason for you to go home.
The protestors outside the Speaker's office, they're the ones who are missing the picture. We all know what kind of person Vina is.

Diane : ...

Diligent Guard : Hmm? Are you feeling alright? Do you need something to drink?

Diane : You're saying... the Speaker is going to release me?

Diligent Guard : I'm saying just rest here for now, where it's safe, until things die down out there.
The captain didn't allow you to have a radio or read the newspaper, right? It's because he was worried that you might get to thinking too much.

Diane : ...

Diligent Guard : If you're still feeling jittery, my good buddy—he gets thrown in the drunk tank every few days—he's stashed some premium hooch around here somewhere.
I'll go grab a few bottles for you.

「Diane gives a faint, wry smile as she strains to catch the sounds coming from outside.
But aside from the faint sound of water running through pipes, she hears nothing but the distant drills of the Defense Forces.
Ever since she was brought in here, she has been more or less cut off from the outside world. 」

Diane : I wonder if Eliseo is doing alright?
I really should have let him know beforehand. He must be so worried about me now…

??? : Indeed. He went to nearly everyone he knows to plead on your behalf.

Diane : Madam Speaker!

Vina : Good. They aren't treating you like some common criminal.

Diane : And you made sure of that?

Vina : No. They did it on their own—they believe you don't deserve this sentence.
Many came to me on your behalf. Your friends, my friends… our comrades-in-arms, and even some civilians who don't know you at all.

Diane : ...

Diligent Guard : —Diane, I snatched some of my buddy's liquor for you.

「He takes a big swig of whiskey. 」

Diligent Guard : Urk!

「Before the soldier even reaches Diane and Vina, he snaps to attention, the whiskey caught awkwardly in his mouth—too afraid to swallow or spit it out.
He quickly hides the bottle behind him and salutes Vina. 」

Diligent Guard : Gulp!

Vina : No need to hide it, Patel.
As I recall, Horn did mention that drinking is prohibited in the barracks.

Diligent Guard : (Swallows) Uhh... ahem…
Yes, Vina! But… this is… uh…

Vina : I won't tell Horn, but in return, you'll keep my visiting Diane a secret.
And set the bottle down, will you? Weren't you bringing it to Diane, anyway?

Diligent Guard : Uh… alright. Vina, you came here to discuss the plans with Diane, right?

Vina : Yes.

Diligent Guard : See, Diane? I told you not to worry, didn't I?
I'll go finish cleaning Zone 4. I've been on duty all day, and I didn't see anyone here.

Vina : Would you like a taste of the whiskey Patel left? It doesn't smell all that bad.

「Diane shakes her head slightly, a bit downcast. 」

Vina : Mind if I have a sip, then? Meeting with those dukes has left me parched.

Diane : Madam Speaker, did you put me here because you really wanted to…?

Vina : We thought you'd feel better among old friends. You would rather I threw you in solitary?

Diane : No, of course not.

Vina : Honestly, I'm not as resolute as you think. My past isn't much different from yours, or from that of most Londiniers.
Diane, I did hesitate over my decision.

Diane : So, does your visit mean Parliament has come to a verdict?

Vina : (Sigh) I feel it best that I inform you of Parliament's decision in person.
I bid you adieu, Lieutenant Diane Weber of the former 6th Column, 10th Infantry Regiment. You are unquestionably a war hero.
Thank you for your great service to our homeland.

Diane : Parliament...? I see. Madam Speaker, when will it happen?

Vina : Tomorrow.

Diane : Alright.

Vina : Have you any regrets?

Diane : Have you?

Vina : Perhaps my biggest regret is that, after the war, I didn't immediately strip off this outfit and hide myself away back in Norport.

Diane : Ha, you would never have done that. I know you. The Siege will never abandon our homeland, and the Speaker of Londinium will never abandon Victoria.

Vina : ...Hah.

Diane : I have no regrets either, Vina—may I call you that?

Vina : You may.

Diane : We've met many times and fought side by side just as often. But today, I think, is the first day we can truly call ourselves friends.
Vina, before I go, would you share a drink with me?

Diane : When you walked alone into the Palace of Westhaleg, everyone believed that the woman who emerged would be wearing the crown.
'A hero must one day be crowned king.'
Every collection of fairytales in that old bookstore on Baker Street had a story like that. It was my favorite place to go before I enlisted.
I really did want to witness history, Vina.

Vina : But I let you down. I let a lot of people down.

Diane : Yes... You could have been a great ruler.

Vina : Just because I wanted to make Londinium a better place? Didn't the old king, the one who was hanged public, also want to make Londinium, to make all of Victoria, a better place?
Things rarely go as planned.
Sometimes, what you believe is right may look wrong to others. I've only recently begun to understand that.

Diane : Then what is there to do?

Vina : I'm still searching for that answer, Diane.
Someone I trust told me to try to accept those who hate me and to stand firm in my own sense of justice…
I'm still learning… but I never imagined this path would be so lonely.

Diane : You're drunk… Vina.

「Vina shakes her head. She draws her sword and hands it to Diane. 」

Vina : Do you remember Kyngasycath, the Sighs of Kings?

Diane : Yes. I took it from your own hands, after all.

Vina : After the battle, I discovered that it had completely dulled. The smiths worked tirelessly, day and night, to reforge it for me.
This new sword is heavier. It carries the weight of even greater expectations than before.
Diane, this sword reminds me every day of the right path—
The future of Victoria doesn't rest with me or Parliament. It rests on all of you—those who reclaimed our home with their own strength.

Diane : Vina, I have one last question.
What really happened in the Palace of Westhaleg that day?

Vina : What kind of story would you like to hear?
A heroic fairytale that'll make it into the books of that old bookstore, or the truth, so plain that it's almost boring?

Diane : Haha.

「Diane takes a long swig of her drink, her hand brushing over the cold steel of the sword. 」

Diane : To be honest, I prefer the old sword… When I used it to strike down our enemies, those were the moments I felt closest to Victoria.
Back when I was living a simple, uneventful life, I never imagined I'd have thoughts like these…
And besides, there's hardly any time left to savor those quiet, pre-war days, is there?
Vina, forgive me, but I can't save the last bit of this whiskey for you. I really need it—
(Choking up) Why now, of all times, am I suddenly afraid to die?
(Choking back tears) Vina, before I'm completely drunk, would you tell me one last fairytale?

「Her tears fall on the sword, sliding down its blade. 'Drip', 'drip'... 」

Vina : Diane… you already know the stories of the past, and you were there for the best parts of this fairytale.
But you may not know how it ends.
That day, I entered the Palace of Westhaleg, tore down the Sarkaz banner, and was about to leave—when suddenly, I heard someone call my name from the throne room.
'Alexandrina Vina Victoria.'
Then I pushed open the door that had been sealed for so long.
I saw—

「my father. Alistair II, speaking to me. 」

Alistair II : My Alexandrina! You're finally home.
Come sit by my side, daughter of Victoria.

「Vina couldn't make out the King's face.
The golden mask blended with his golden hair, radiating authority and an air of mystery.
He was Victoria personified. 」

Alistair II : My daughter, are you afraid of me? Are you afraid of Victoria?
Vina, never reveal even the slightest hint of fear to your subjects. Your teacher should have taught you that.

Vina : You died long ago.
Twenty-six years ago, they hanged you from the gallows.

Alistair II : Laughable! Who could kill Victoria?!
Those greedy condorwings thought they could tear the flesh from my body to feed themselves.
They were so blinded by fear that they conspired in regicide, all so they could feast upon the lands of the Aslans for their own gain.
But no one can kill us—not the dukes, not the Red Dragon. We are the beating heart of Victoria!

Vina : So that's why… your statue in the Mausoleum of Kings was never completed…
The dukes never truly laid you to rest; you've been here all along.

Alistair II : What little courage they possessed drove them to confine me in this throne room, but never to claim my throne. Cowardly usurpers!
They fear my people; they fear my Steam Knights; they fear us, Vina.
My daughter, tell me, do my people still remember me? Do my knights still guard our palace?

Vina : The people of Victoria have long since adapted to life without a monarch. As for your knights, they're all gone.
They were murdered by the very people they were sworn to protect.

Alistair II : ...
And what of you, Vina?

Vina : I… I can barely remember what you look like.

Alistair II : Then come closer. Take off my mask and look closely… you'll see only yourself, Alexandrina. The blood of the royal line flows in us both.

Vina : ...

Alistair II : I'm sorry, my child, that I failed to keep my promise.
I intended to hand you a peaceful and powerful Victoria, yet betrayal has left me sitting here, rotting on my throne, for over twenty years.
But at last, you've returned. Take my scepter, wear my crown…
Proclaim to our people that their sovereign has returned.
Purge our land of all dissent and punish every coward who betrayed the crown. Let glory endure—this is Victoria's rightful way!

「The king's scepter struck heavily against the throne platform, its dull echo reverberating. 」

Vina : …Blood was never the source of our strength.

Alistair II : How familiar those words are—just like my defiant boasts to my own father.
(Chuckles) You still have much to learn, my daughter. Let me teach you a long-overdue lesson: the meaning of 'royal power'!
Still, I grant you the right to oppose me.
Alexandrina, return to my side, and listen.

Vina : No. You're already dead, Your Majesty. All that remains here is your echo, lost in the glories of a bygone empire.
I do not need you to grant me anything, nor do I need you to validate the strength of my convictions.
...I just want you to rest in peace, Father.

「Vina tightened her grip on her hammer, stepped onto the platform, and walked toward the Empire's last glimmer of twilight. 」

After operation

<Background 1>

Diane : Vina... I don't like this story.
The King who found no peace in his eternal rest upon the throne, and the hero who laid down her crown…
The story's over, but has anything really changed?
You and King Alistair both wanted to make Victoria better… but in the end…

「Diane takes a hard swig from the bottle. 」

Diane : Cough—cough!

「The burning liquor stings, coaxing more tears from her already swollen eyes. 」

Diane : If the King couldn't do it, then what hope do we have?
How can we possibly change anything?

Vina : But the story's not over yet, Diane.
I had also believed it would all end when the king found peace... but then someone unexpected appeared.

<Background 2>

Vina : Should I even ask what brings you here?

「A white figure emerges from the shadows behind the throne. 」

'Faint glimpses of that fairy can be seen in so many of Victoria's legends…'
'Power, intrigue, destiny, dreams coming true—throughout the centuries-old tales, she seems to possess different powers. Yet no one can say for certain which one is truly her.'

「'Vina, who did you see?' 」

'I saw the Unicorn.'

??? : Vina, you've far exceeded my expectations. You've shown me new possibilities.

Unicorn : Put down your hammer. I am not your enemy.
We fought side by side once, didn't we?

Vina : Who are you, Unicorn?

Unicorn : A tailor's daughter, a leader of the Self-Salvation Corps, a witness to Victoria...
Of course, many old men, even as they faced death, insisted on calling me 'the Nation's Sentinel' in their history books. Wishful thinking, I suppose.
Over the hundreds of years I've remained in Victoria, I've assumed, and later erased, countless identities, but at present, I am Clovisia.
In short, I am your friend, one sincerely pleased by all you've achieved. Does this answer satisfy you, Vina?

Vina : Another one of the 'long-lived'? You deceived every ally in the Self-Salvation Corps, as well as all of Rhodes Island.

Unicorn : Deceived? I've never deceived anyone. Everyone has their desires; I merely fulfill them.
Ordinary people tormented by Sarkaz bloodshed wanted to survive, so I led the Self-Salvation Corps to find a way out.
Ancient families, mired in power struggles, feared annihilation in the Empire's whirlpool, so I eliminated every threat to the continuation of the ducal lineage.
Frederick III hoped Victoria wouldn't fall into chaos beneath the Red Dragon's shadow—I could grant that wish, too.

Vina : So now you've come to me?

Unicorn : Alexandrina, daughter of Alistair, why would you think I'm only just noticing you now?
Vina, history is like a sailing ship, and you all are the ones who steer its course.
Since you wish to change Victoria, I can help you. What role would you assume to realize your ideals?
You could be a king, a speaker, or even the sole leader of The Exemplars—any of these titles are yours to choose.

「'Vina, I must say, yours isn't a new story. I've read far too many like it in old shops...'
'In the end, the hero always accepts the fairy's gift. So, in the end, you chose the role of speaker?' 」

'No, Diane. I chose nothing.'
'For hundreds of years, the Unicorn has chosen the heroes, and the heroes have merely chosen their boons.'
'But why?'

「'Why...?' 」

'Yes, why did I have to choose her?'

Unicorn : Why are you laughing, Vina?

Vina : Do you hear that sound outside?
They're cheering for victory, and for Victoria.
Many of them do not have grand ambitions. They don't think of protecting anyone. Some of them would not even share a piece of bread with a starving man.
Yet they are still willing to risk their lives for even the smallest sliver of hope. They are my 'Victoria'.
I like those fools, and I'm willing to look out for them.
And you, Clovisia, have no right to make me choose something I've been doing all along.
You'd best leave, unless you don't mind it getting awkward.

Unicorn : ...

??? : Siege!

Unicorn : You're a fool too, Alexandrina—just like your father.
Send them a message for me. Tell them the tailor's daughter is dead.
I have fulfilled their wishes.

Feist : Siege! I got the Crawler in here to back you up!
We've been waiting outside for you forever. We were afraid something happened to you.

Vina : It's been taken care of. Thank you, Feist.

Feist : Huh?

Vina : Come on then. Aren't they still all waiting for us? This battle must end now.

<Background 1>

Vina : That's the end of the story, Diane.
Diane?

「The condemned soldier has finished the last drop of alcohol and is sound asleep.
Diane wanted to drink herself into a stupor. Vina has finished telling her story, but Diane cannot bring herself to face her own ending.
She wanted to drink herself into a dream, a dream in which even death could not catch up to her. She gets her wish. 」

Vina : *sigh*
I'm sorry, Diane. I am not worthy of being a monarch. I'm not even sure I'm qualified to serve as speaker.
Besides, this war has changed many things. Old beliefs have been shattered, and we are striving to rebuild our lives amidst the imminent threat of destruction.
I believe that soon, a great transformation will begin in Londinium and sweep across all of Victoria...
I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but I am certain of one thing: now that we've found the courage to face adversity, why should we ever return to the past?
Victoria no longer needs a monarch, Diane.
...
Sweet dreams.

「On the eve of her march to the gallows, the drunken soldier sleeps the most peaceful sleep of her life.
She dreams of the king's coronation. She dreams of the factory in her hometown, the whistle blowing to signal the end of the workday, as the workers shake off their hats and step out through the factory gates…
Then she soars into the sky and sees Londinium gliding across the mist-covered, verdant earth.
She dreams of Victoria. She is singing her song.
May the vast lands they keep owre kynge ♪
His people, and alle his well-wyllynge ♪
And give them grace wythoute endying ♪
Then may we call and savely syng ♪
Victoria, yeve thankes for owre hom! ♪ 」

<Background 3>

December 26th, 1098, 3:58 P.M.
Speaker's Office

Indra : Vina, I can't believe it—the graffiti on the gym walls is still there! Look at this one—Morgan painted it after dreaming of being a famous artist.

Morgan : Oh, right! Look at this photo—the sign on the movie theater has been nailed back up. And look, there are two dumb-looking fowlbeasts perched on top of it, haha.
Norport is in much better shape than the last time we saw it.
I can't wait to go back and see it with my own eyes.

Vina : Uh-huh...
So, where did these photos come from?

Dagda : The envelope only had the photos, no signature. But plenty of people have joined the engineering team to help rebuild our home. Some of them are old friends from Norport.

Indra : Oh, there are two videotapes in here too. They're just some old, worn-out movies, but hey, Delphine, you love watching bad movies, don't you?
Here you go.

Delphine : Thank you.

Morgan : Vina... are you okay? You seem a bit distracted.

Vina : Are you all going back?

Morgan : ...

Indra : Why the serious look? We're just heading home early to do some housekeeping.
Morgan, you were more excited than anyone when we said we were going home... or am I missing something?

Vina : How about you, Dagda?

Dagda : I'll go lend them a hand. There's not much I can help with here, Vina.
The Knights of the Tower Museum is coming along smoothly. My wish has been fulfilled.

Vina : Alright.

Morgan : Vina, actually, we could still—

「The bell tolls. 」

Delphine : It's 4:00. Vina...

Vina : I know... We can set out now.

Morgan : Do you want to go see Diane?

Vina : No, I have a meeting with Parliament and the dukes.

Morgan : Oh...
Vina, those protesters outside—

Vina : I'll handle them personally. I know their concerns go beyond just Diane—they've been waiting a long time for a king.

Morgan : Ha, well, that's definitely something the Glasgow Gang can't meddle in.

Vina : Morgan...

Morgan : Alright, alright. We'll head back and tidy up. You know, Norport is better than I expected—but not by much.
We'll be waiting for you, Vina.

Delphine : Vina, you could ask them to stay.

Vina : Of course, I'd love for the Glasgow Gang to stay together, but Auchterigg isn't their home.
Besides, just take a listen—there are plenty of people outside waiting for my response. But before I address them, I intend to bring back more than just empty promises from the dukes.

Delphine : Vina, Parliament has done more than just make empty promises. They've helped revive our industries, restore order, resettle those affected by the war—

Vina : Tell me, Delphine—does everyone now have an equal right to a decent life?
I need to show them that even without a king, we can prove this nation's potential to any doubters.
Let's go. I don't want to be late for the meeting with the dukes.

Morgan : We should sing something.

Indra : Sing what?

Morgan : Any song will do, as long as it's not that blasted Auchterigg Carol.

Dagda : Like the song Hannah hums every time she steps out of the ring? 'Hannah's a star, knocking 'em down, one by one, round after round♪'?

Indra : Stuff it! I don't do that anymore!
Besides, didn't you all say the song I made up to cheer for Vina was better?

Morgan : Oh, please. If I remember, you just replaced all the names in Dagda's favorite song with Vina, right?

Dagda : I wonder if Vina even remembers something that silly.

Morgan : Of course she does!
I know she mustn't have forgotten. It's just...
Forget it. She said it best herself: looking forward is what really matters.
And there's still a long road ahead, isn't there?

「That day, we didn't take a detour to watch Diane's end, and we didn't listen to any radio broadcasts.
I heard her Oripathy was so bad that they had to separate her to prevent any incidents… To think that her last shred of dignity came from Oripathy.
I've stopped trying to make sense of these things. As we left Central Londinium and caught sight of the factories of Norport…
I knew we were home. 」

<Background 4>

December 26th, 1098, 5:01 P.M.
The Sineselde, Parliamentary Chamber

The Young Duke : Vina, are you not attending the execution? They are relying on you to calm the many protesters there should things take an unfortunate turn.

Vina : My good Earl of March, I'm not that indispensable. Besides, the Defense Forces are already maintaining order on-site, and several MPs are there to oversee the proceedings. They don't need me.

The Young Duke : Diane Weber truly was a hero. Shame really. She didn't really do anything wrong.

Duke of Caster : Alexandrina, you've managed this matter well, but you need to be more heavy-handed.
You're too concerned with dissenting voices, most of which don't matter.

Duke of Gododdin : Madam Speaker, why not let us shield you from the storm until Londinium's Parliament fully matures?
Wellington's stance remains ambiguous, the Windermere demesne is simmering with unrest, and the Duke of Ashworth continues to keep a low profile as always.
If the Speaker requires assistance, we wouldn't dare refuse. We must secure Victoria's future!

Vina : Very well, since you've offered, I won't hesitate to accept.
Your Graces, you are undoubtedly aware of the dire situation with the Infected within the city. I must insist that you promptly reopen the supply route you have kept closed for over a month under the guise of ensuring safety.
Return the medicine and supplies we've already paid for. Of course, if you're still concerned, the Defense Forces can escort the shipment and clear out those 'bandits' along the way.

Duke of Gododdin : Of course, those are minor issues. Now, how about my proposal for forming and training Infected fighting squads?

Vina : I understand you're considering forming Infected units in your own territory and want us to test its feasibility. That's fine, but I insist that the safety of the soldiers remain a priority.
I'll make all the data available to you, of course, and to every other duke. After all, this has critical implications for the future strength of Victoria, doesn't it?

Duke of Gododdin : This is no simple matter, Madam Speaker. In truth, it has given me quite a headache. I'll be waiting eagerly for some good news from you.

Vina : As for Your Grace, Duke of Caster, the Trilby Ashers should soon be delivering an invitation.
After all these years, Londinium will finally reopen diplomatic channels with foreign envoys—this time in the name of Victoria. I trust you all will be in attendance when the time comes.
But you'd best pray that Londinium presents herself in a form you can be proud of.

Duke of Caster : I'll consider this a provocation, Alexandrina.

Vina : From the moment you deliberately blocked Londinium from contacting other nations after the war, you've been provoking Parliament.
You call it 'protection'. Where I'm from, we have another word for it—'kidnapping'.
Unfortunately for you, we always have our ways of reaching those whom we want.

The Young Duke : Oh, Vina, is it my turn to negotiate now?

Vina : No, Earl of March. We have nothing to discuss, and certainly no need to be friends.

The Young Duke : I'm afraid that's not for you to decide.

Vina : Hmph. Whatever your intentions may be, Londinium's affairs are none of Columbia's business.

The Young Duke : It seems you've found what you need to refuse any deals with me?

Vina : All I have is a few photos. Surely, you're aware of what's hidden beneath Londinium, right?

Duke of Gododdin : Oh?

The Young Duke : Vina, it seems you've managed to find yourself some leverage.

Duke of Caster : Alexandrina, I admire your candor. But I must remind you, you're the Speaker of Parliament now, not just some... street thug with the Glasgow Gang.

Vina : Well, do you know how we used to keep corrupt cops away back in Norport?
Either everyone pretends nothing happened and keeps things as they are, or we expose all their dirty laundry and everyone goes down in flames. It worked every time.
And I'm sure your Graces understand that it has always been Victoria who has kept you safe, not the other way around. I believe your Grace has even said something of a similar nature before.

Duke of Caster : Alexandrina... I'm starting to doubt our decision of choosing you as Speaker.

Vina : You're mistaken. The decision was mine all along, not yours.
I know your schedules are packed, so let's not digress anymore.
I have a long list of things to discuss with you, Parliament seats, medical purchases, military reform, private communication lines...
Supply routes, aid for reconstruction… so let's not waste time. Of course, you're free to continue arguing with me.
Don't worry, this time my sword won't be on your necks.

<Background 5>

Agitated Citizen : She's coming! Everyone, get over here!
If we can make the Speaker hear us, we can save that poor soldier's life.

Vina : ...

「On the street, the eagerly awaiting crowd surrounds Vina, who stands alone.
She knows they are all waiting for her answer. 」

Agitated Citizen : You've heard us! That innocent hero doesn't deserve this fate! It's not too late to change your mind!

Vina : ...
Sorry, I have nothing to say with regard to Diane.
The Parliament has decided. As its Speaker, I stand by its decision.
Everyone, please disperse. Then again, if you absolutely insist on a resolution, you're welcome to stay.
Just now, I reclaimed many things from the visiting dukes—things that rightfully belonged to us and are crucial to our future.
I will tell you about each of these things, one by one. This is the only matter I'll be addressing.

「The sounds of protest begin to subside. While most await the outcome of the meeting, a few discontented voices still rise from the crowd. 」

Agitated Citizen : Is there really nothing that can be done for that poor soul? But why?

Catherine : This isn't something that needs explaining. Do you want the Speaker to go back on her word?
If we start bending the rules now, the new laws passed by Parliament won't be worth the paper they're printed on.

Vina : Catherine, what brings you here?

Catherine : Some old friends passing by saw the protest and worried things might get out of hand, so they asked me to see if I could help.
As luck would have it, quite a few workers just got off their shifts, heard about it, and came to support you.
Take a look.

「As more and more workers gather around, they wave at Vina and spot familiar friends and family members among the protesters.
Conversations begin to ripple through the crowd, and the street suddenly comes alive with activity. 」

Shearer : Looks like we're a bit late.

Vina : Lieutenant?! Aren't you supposed to be waiting at the Sanatorium for your departure?

Shearer : Delphine told me about your situation. I wasn't planning to come, but once the others at the Sanatorium found out, they insisted on coming to see who was causing you trouble this time.
I couldn't stop them, so here we are.

「A column of soldiers, marching in perfect formation and singing, approaches the congested crowd.
The noise instantly dies down as people instinctively make way for the soldiers, who march up to stand in front of Vina, forming a barrier between her and the protesters. 」

Panting Soldier : Vina, we all know you went to negotiate with the dukes today, to fight for us.
We're not about to let you be humiliated in front of the dukes today!
We might not be ready for another battle, but we'll win anyone in numbers!

Vina : Thank you, all of you!

Curious Child : Everyone, come quick! I think they're over there!

「A group of rowdy children fearlessly push through the crowd, squeezing their way right up to Vina. 」

Curious Child : It's really you!

Vina : You know me?

Curious Child : Of course! We've all heard your story. The great hero of the Exemplars, our very own Speaker!
I've made so many new friends recently—they're all people who walked back to Londinium with you.
They told me you would definitely recognize them. Take a look.

Timid Child : H-Hello, Vina?

Vina : Annie? And there's Anabella! Oh, Jones! You're here too!

Curious Child : I guess they were telling the truth then!

Vina : But... Why have you come?

Curious Child : We ran into this lady with really tan skin. She said you might run into trouble and told us to come help you!
Uh... did we actually help?

Vina : Of course you did!
Thank you, Morgan.

「More and more people gather in front of the steps, while those who had been protesting for Diane start to quiet down. 」

Vina : Sigh... whew—

「She thinks about everything that has happened over the past few days.
She thinks about the drunken Diane, the departing Glasgow Gang, and the stolen crown. 」

Vina : Bloody hell...

「Vina relaxes, sitting down on the steps and gazing at the fiery red sky.
The retired soldiers sit as well, huddling with the other citizens around Vina. 」

Vina : ——?
Ha, let's all take a break, okay?

Curious Child : Can I ask you something?
Will we ever have a king again?

Vina : I don't know, but not having a king might not be such a bad thing.

Curious Child : Why is that?

Vina : You'll understand when you grow up.

Curious Child : Huh?

Uncertain Worker : What do you think—will this be good or bad for Victoria?

Catherine : It's still too early to tell.
If we have to accept the dawn of a new era, then we all need to change the way we think to keep up.
A Parliament regulated by the people, no more individual authority, no king… that's a first in Victorian history.
Even I have to admit, she may well be biting off more than she can chew.

「Catherine glances at the Speaker, who is sitting on the steps without her expected grace, and can't help but wonder.
Vina is surrounded by the children. They all smile and laugh together.
Every so often, she raises her voice to share jokes about the dukes or what she managed to wrestle from the dukes. Things that belonged to the people.
The sunset's warm light bathes her figure, before slowly fading as the time passes. 」

Catherine : I'd say the days ahead will only get better.

「She breathes out a ring of smoke, watching as the thin wisps drift away into the dying light. 」

<Background 5>

Citywide Broadcast : Parliament has passed a resolution: The crown will be placed on the throne in the Palace of Westhaleg, guarded around the clock by the Defense Forces.
Until a suitable candidate for the throne is identified, the Crown will be guarded by Parliament.
Once a candidate is chosen, a nationwide referendum will be conducted under Parliamentary review and supervision to finalize the coronation.
Additionally, Parliament will soon announce decisions regarding the distribution of living supplies and other public welfare matters—

The Young Duke : Ha, Parliamentary supervision.

Duke of Gododdin : These meetings are truly exhausting. I much prefer settling matters at a grand banquet.
At least there's wine when my lips are parched. *sigh* Sir Davis is certainly taking his sweet time fetching the wine.
Your Grace, Duke of Caster, where are you headed next?

Duke of Caster : You already know the answer, so why pretend to ask?

Duke of Gododdin : Getting the news from you is quicker than waiting for Wellington's spies to report back.
So how about you, Eleanor?

The Young Duke : Your Grace, we're hardly close enough to be exchanging warm farewells.

Duke of Gododdin : Your words wound me, Eleanor. I suppose I'll have to present a fine bottle of wine on my next visit to old Normandy and ask him to put in a good word about me to you.

The Young Duke : Your carriage has arrived, sir. Allow me to get the door for you.

Duke of Caster : Much obliged, Earl of March.
And remember, we are all Victorians, after all.

The Young Duke : Of course.

Duke of Gododdin : Ah, it's been so long since I last heard these bells. The sound brings back memories.

Adulating Noble : Your Grace, I've brought you one of the finest wines from our cellar!
Even those Sarkaz devils couldn't sniff this one out after they took my estate.

Duke of Gododdin : Sir Davis, you are a man of rare wit.
Rest assured, there will always be a place for you in the Gododdin territories.

「The Duke of Gododdin takes a sip of the wine and turns to make a remark, but then suddenly freezes.
He is confronted with a stunning sight— 」

Duke of Gododdin : ...The sun has set...

「The crimson sun sinks slowly, as though setting the entire city ablaze.
The scars the Sarkaz had torn into the city stand out even more vividly in the evening glow, as if they are still bleeding. 」

Duke of Gododdin : (Sneezes) The winter sunset truly shows no mercy.
Ah, much like the Speaker's attitude toward us, I suppose.

Duke of Caster : I could send someone to deliver a few sets of winter clothing for Your Grace.
Take care of yourself—Victoria isn't ready to do without you just yet.

Duke of Gododdin : Many thanks.
After all, we can't very well go before Wellington, can we?

Duke of Caster : ...

The Young Duke : Why the sudden melancholy, Your Graces?
I find this sunset rather breathtaking.
Day fades into night, and night into day—how often do we get to witness such a sight?
Londinium's thick fog and heavy clouds rarely part like this.

Duke of Gododdin : Eleanor, back in the day, the lads at school would always joke that it was the sun that had to follow behind Londinium.
It would rise as we please, and never set if we willed it.
Now, though, she has to go full speed just to barely keep up with the setting sun.
That thought keeps me awake at night.

Duke of Caster : Day or night, sunrise or sunset, only Londinium can be Victoria's capital.
Earl of March, remember my words.

The Young Duke : Droll. Very droll indeed.

Duke of Gododdin : Hah, the sun really does move.

「Another bell tolls.
More black-feathered fowlbeasts stir and take to the skies over the city, circling before flying through the steam towards the setting sun.
As the sun dips out of sight, the glow of the twin moons becomes ever clearer.
Night approaches. 」

GO-ST-2: Fairytale Ending

Summary

The Glasgow Gang returns home. Here, things are largely the same, but the people have changed. After they bemoan the lack of Vina, Vina shows up by her hungover friends' side. The war is finally over.

<Background 1>

December 26th, 1098, 5:23 P.M.
Streets of Norport

Indra : How'd things go on your end, Dagda?

Dagda : Mr. Lane's still alive, but he's got a busted leg. His sworn brother didn't make it, though. I tried asking some old friends...
None of them know when that brother passed away exactly. Might've been when trying to escape Norport, might've been some Sarkaz at the end of their tether during the allied counterattack...

Indra : Did you manage to see Mr. Lane himself?

Dagda : I did. He works at the port now. He didn't bring up the old days, and he avoided talking about his crew.
But he thinks that now, he's living a good life.

Indra : Bloody hell.
I strolled around one of the factories we used to look after. It's full of little punks now. None of those youngsters have even heard of us Glasgow Gang.
That pack of brats deserves a right trashing!

Dagda : Did you swing by the old restaurant we always went to?

Indra : ...
Torn down. Parliament sent some men over to get in touch with all the old shopkeeps. Anything so run-down it couldn't be fixed up, and whose owner was missing, was slated to be torn down and rebuilt.
The pub on Sunset Street, Paul's Bar, the magazine stall that runt from Kazimierz ran... They're all gone.

Dagda : Hannah...

Indra : I checked out that public cemetery they were talking about too. I couldn't find McClaren, or—
(Choking back tears) Dammit, why don't these graves have names on them?

Dagda : ...

Indra : Stuff me, can't believe you caught me crying.
Let's head home already. Don't wanna leave Morgan waiting.

<Background 2>

Morgan : I thought... I thought the gym was going to be a rougher sight.
Thank you.
Looks to me like you've been taking care of the place this whole time.

Cador : I thought if you were still alive, you'd be coming back sooner or later. Doesn't matter how you look at it, I'm still part of the Glasgow Gang.

Morgan : You didn't get on Duke Windermere's ship with us back then—

Cador : I wasn't so far gone that I needed saving by the dukes.
But... I gotta admit, I was being a right fool back then. After all that, I took some of the crew out to fight some devils hanging around Norport.
I ended up hearing about the Exemplars from them.
You pulled off some crazy stunts I could never dream of. An army, hah... When the battle outside was in total chaos, some of the gang helped out on the front line with me.
But there wasn't much we could do. All I got in the end were a few cuts and bruises—

Morgan : You're Infected too?

Cador : Yep. Heard the same happened to Indra after she took a bad scrape on the battlefield not too long ago.
She's real lucky she had friends like you there with her.

「Morgan stares blankly ahead. She'd never considered that problem. Not even Indra herself had. 」

Morgan : No, no, that ain't right. Why do I feel all funny hearing you say that? Though I gotta admit I'm not sure what's not right about what you said.

Cador : Hah, whatever you say. Anyway, if you ever get the chance, tell Siege I said sorry.

Morgan : If you stick around you can tell her yourself.

Cador : My Glasgow Gang's long gone. Since you're coming back, it's only right that I head out.
Did Delphine not come back with you?

Morgan : She's standing by Vina's side.

Cador : Hah, sounds like you lot had a squabble too. I heard about her mum from a broadcast... Doesn't matter who she might be, at least she's got some nerve.

Morgan : Where you headed off to next?

Cador : Norport needs more hands to rebuild it, and the port's busy shuttling in goods from outside all day every day. Me and my crew are gonna keep an eye on it.
And then... And then I'll head into Central to bash in some merchant bastard's head—Err...

Morgan : ...

Cador : That's only a maybe. Norport's changed, Morgan.
The folks I know are gone, and the shops too. There's some new gang of brats that's popped up. Don't know their arse from their elbow yet they're still trying to fight for dominance...
Anyway, I'm giving the gym back to you lot.
Parliament talked a big game in that broadcast of theirs. I talked it over with some of the boys. We'll wait a spell, then head over to some other dukedom to see what's what.
We'll find a new turf.
A new turf, a new beginning. I'll need some time to forget a few things.

Morgan : ...

Indra : Morgan, was that Cador leaving just now?

Morgan : Yep.
He came to say goodbye, and decided to hand this back to us while he was at it.

「She pulls out a butterfly knife from her pocket. It's badly scratched, but the emblem of the Glasgow Gang can still be clearly seen.
Baird's butterfly knife. Hannah would recognize it anywhere. It was her who insisted on engraving that emblem once she beat Baird, after all. 」

Indra : ...

Dagda : ...

Morgan : Cador found it on the body of a cleaner... He couldn't find Baird herself, though.

Indra : I went there too.
All I found was some stuff on the wall I didn't get. It's almost all gone, what with all the rain. But I'm sure...
I'm sure she was there. I saw her handwriting.
'I hope so too'...

「'I hope so too.'
What did Baird hope for? We thought about it long and hard, but we were never able to make sense of it.
Her wishes had already been washed back into Norport's soil by the rain.
We decided not to dwell on it much longer.
We never could guess her last little secret.
She's definitely having a good laugh at us right now. 」

Dagda : I remember that whenever we went to the video shop, Baird hated weepy scenes about grieving the most.

Morgan : Yeah. She never thought death was worth being all that sad for.

Indra : Pass the knife to me. I'll think of a way to hang it up on the wall.

Morgan : Then I'll go get some drinks. To celebrate us coming home, and a toast to Baird!

Dagda : Should we wait for Vina?

Morgan : She ain't got the time to come.

Indra : But just in case—

Morgan : Then we'll hold off right before we get completely pissed, Hannah.
Booze waits for no man.

「That day, without having to say a word on the matter, we all drank our drinks real slow.
We were waiting for one more person.
It seems there was a lot of chit-chat going on that day. Not that we remember any of it after the hangover.
All I remember is that Hannah and I got in a fight, and Dagda's brow got itself another scar. Why? None of us knew.
If Vina were there, it'll all be fine. She always stayed the most sober out of all of us, and she'd remember for us.
But she never showed up that day. 」

<Background 3>

Nervous Mercenary : I dragged the body back, Boss.
But... Will this really be okay? I mean, snatching away the corpse of a condemned criminal from right under Parliament's nose—

Millscar : Did you really think you could take that away without some silent approval from above?

Nervous Mercenary : —?!

Millscar : What of the Columbian?

Nervous Mercenary : He's not in the best of moods... Boss, do we really need him to carry these goods? What if—

「Millscar says nothing. The mercenary sighs. 」

Nervous Mercenary : Alright, I get it. Look, Boss, I'm not trying to make you mad. But ever since Parliament made a move on us, everyone's been on edge.

Millscar : It doesn't concern you lot.
I'll handle the Columbian.

<Background 3>

Millscar : Eliseo. I presume I don't need to introduce myself.

Eliseo : Millscar. I've heard about you.

Millscar : Good, no need to waste words then. I need you to see this batch of goods out of Londinium safely.
You will, of course, receive payment. I can send this 'corpse' along with you.
Leave the city, and go as far away from it as you can.

Eliseo : Her name is Diane, Millscar.

Millscar : Who she is isn't important to me.
What's important is that she doesn't show her face again in Londinium.

Eliseo : You call this payment? Making someone who just got home leave again?

Millscar : Eliseo, you are well aware she cannot stay in the city. As far as everyone is concerned, she is dead. Hanged from the gallows.

Eliseo : ...

Millscar : Vina made a mistake. So long as this person is alive and within the city, sooner or later someone is going to use her as a knife to stab Vina in the back.
*sigh* She really must learn to be more decisive.
You know the condition of her infection better than I do, Eliseo. She doesn't have long.
You're welcome to refuse, of course. But I will still help Vina settle this matter. In my own way.

Eliseo : ...
I know your story, Millscar. Or rather, Lady Allerdale Cumberland.
There's a lot of versions of it out there, but they all agree you really did fit with the title of 'Cumberland the Ever on High', once upon a time.
Fine, I'll get Diane out of here. I can take better care of her back in Columbia.
Happy?

Millscar : You're a good man, Eliseo. She's lucky to have made a friend in you.
Get ready. You could be leaving at any time.

Eliseo : You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
Did you ever think you'd turn out this way?

Millscar : ...
Why ask just me?
Countless heroes lived through the war. From the most radiant of them to those that none remember. I too am curious as to how they will change in the face of reality.

<Background 4>

「Lying down amidst the meadow, the soldier senses a slight itch. The cold wind blows at the stalks of grass, and their tips tickle her face.
Is this what the land of the dead is like? She opens her eyes and sees someone most unexpected. 」

Diane : Huh—Wha—?!

Eliseo : You're awake.

Diane : You—

Eliseo : It's me, Eliseo. You shouldn't just go off on your own to do dangerous stuff without a word, Diane.

Diane : I-I remember standing atop the gallows...

Eliseo : You're dead, at least to those who witnessed the execution.
Before we left, I asked the people at Rhodes Island to give you the once-over. It's not looking too good.
A lot of your major organs have already begun to crystallize. In other words, Originium is replacing those organs.

Diane : So... I'm not dead? Am I lucky or unlucky?

Eliseo : I'm not sure if the Speaker knew about this beforehand...

Diane : So it was Vina who let me go? That's rather foolish of her.

Eliseo : To tell you the truth, I really don't get some of you people. *sigh* Sorry, Diane. I'm afraid you can't go back to Londinium.

Diane : ...

「Only now does she realize they are no longer in Londinium. She sees the tell-tale giant tracks laid down by the nomadic city not too far off in the distance.
Just ahead of them, Sarkaz children run around in the meadow, waving at her as they pass.
Most displaced Sarkaz have lost the light in their eyes to confusion. They can go anywhere, but nowhere can they call home. 」

Eliseo : I'll be taking you to Columbia, Diane. I might be able to do more for you there.

Diane : ...
Alright then. Columbia, eh...?
I still remember saying that if I get the chance, I'd love to see the place you keep talking about.
How far are we from Columbia, Eliseo?

Eliseo : Well, still very far away. Let me get out my map—

Diane : Will I be able to make it there in my condition? Walking the whole way?

Eliseo : ...

Diane : ...I see. Could you promise me one thing, Eliseo?

Eliseo : I know what you're going to ask, Diane.
When the day comes, I'll bring you home. I'll bring you back to Londinium.
I'm rather curious myself as to how much the city would have changed by the time we return.

<Background Black>

「The day we went back to the gym and got drunk, I had a dream.
In that dream, there was a tomb, all dressed up to the nines. Our names were carved onto the plaques inside it—
'Morgan', Kate Morrigan... 'Indra', Hannah Jackson
'Dagda', Isabelle Montague... 'Baird', Brigit Lucan
Outside the tomb, there was a blazing carriage, and atop it sat a golden lion. He was calling my name.
Vina Victoria. 」

Morgan : Mmfh... Vina...
...A blanket? Who put this blanket on me?
Urgh, my head hurts real bad. What time is it—

??? : Morgan, didn't I tell you not to drink like a sodding wino all the time?
Hah, considering how wild Hannah and the rest can get, shouldn't you be looking after them?

Morgan : Eh...? Vina? Vina!

「Morgan nimbly launches herself out of the sofa, leaping over the short table to throw herself at Vina. 」

Morgan : Vina, you came over!
I thought... I thought...

Vina : You thought what?

Morgan : Why didn't you wake me, Hannah?!

Indra : Weren't you yapping and yowling yesterday about how she definitely wasn't coming?
Look at you. You turned out the most excited out of all of us.

Morgan : No I'm not!

Indra : Stubborn prick.

Vina : Quiet down, Morgan. Dagda's still asleep.

Dagda : (Mmph...)

「The one resting her head atop Indra's lap twitches her ears, still lost within a lovely drunken dream. 」

Delphine : Seems like Dagda drank the most out of you lot. I tidied up a lot of empty bottles.
She must've been in a real rotten mood, Vina.

Vina : Sorry.
I just hope I'm not too late.

Morgan : Well of course you're not!

Indra : Wasn't what you said yesterday, Morgan.

Morgan : (Shut it, Hannah!)
Welcome home, Vina!

<Background 5>

Vina : I was really hoping to pop in earlier, but there's simply far too much to handle over at Parliament.

Morgan : Then... How'd you...

Vina : I'm afraid I've given Horn another headache to deal with.
I suspect she'll only just have discovered I slipped away—

Indra : Then does that mean you need to head back?

Vina : I can't run away from my responsibilities.
But I owe you all an apology.

Morgan : Vina, you don't need to—

Dagda : Eh? Siege? Vina!
How long've I been asleep?!

Indra : Relax, Vina's only just arrived back.

Delphine : That knife hanging on the wall—

Morgan : It's hers. Cador brought it back.

Delphine : Cador?!

<Background Black>

「Vina never brought up having to head back the whole day, but we all knew—
That the Siege Vina, the boss of the Glasgow Gang, the ever-victorious king of the 'Slobberknocker', and (one of) my best friend(s) could leave us at any moment.
So I was loathe to lose a single moment where I could tell Vina about all the changes in Norport that she hadn't had the chance to see yet...
Cador, Mr. Lane, the video shop...
The reworked port, the rebuilt stores, a handful of old friends who rushed home after hearing the news...
Of course, who could forget the inexperienced little buggers who wanted to 'take over our gym'. After Vina beat them all to kingdom come with a smile on her face, they apologized by way of a few cartons of beer, and said they wanted to join us—
Seems like Norport's forgotten about us, but I don't think that's such a bad thing.
The war really was over. 」

<Background 6>

Morgan : Do you still remember this place?

Vina : Why don't we get back to our little games, see who's fastest this time around?

「Before Vina has even finished speaking, Indra has already begun to set off. 」

Morgan : Hannah, you lousy cheat!

Indra : She didn't say nothing about a countdown. I'm still the champ here!

Dagda : Hmph.
You've gotten slower ever since your injury, Hannah.

Indra : Say that after you've caught up.

Delphine : Eh? Wha—?
What's going on? Wait for me!

Vina : Don't fall behind, Delphine! Follow me!

Morgan : Hear that, Del? You're a real slowpoke!

「Several figures speed through the streets, and a few workers heading home after work give an inquisitive glance at the brash crew.
They can't quite seem to remember who this gang is—
'Must be another bunch of outsiders just arrived at Norport. Maybe.' 」

「High above the gaps between the factories, the Glasgow Gang return to a favorite spot of theirs.
Here, they can look down upon the squatting factories, and look out at the Shard's pointed peak over at Central.
It was here that they started, and it was here that they left home. After a long period of wandering about, they have finally returned to this familiar place.
But— 」

Indra : I left a glass for Baird.
Sure you don't want a tipple, Dagda?

Dagda : No thank you. I'm not going to embarrass myself in front of Vina again.

Morgan : I'll give your share to her, then.
Just fruit juice for you, Del?

Delphine : Don't call me that. I'm still not too used to alcohol.

Dagda : Suit yourself. I'll keep watch over you all.

Indra : Hell yeah! Finally, the part where we can start bloody drinking!
To Baird! To the Glasgow Gang!

Everyone : To Baird! To the Glasgow Gang!

Indra : To Rhodes Island! To the Exemplars!

Delphine : To everyone who fought in the war!

Morgan : And, and, to all those who risked their lives coming home!

Vina : To all those who live, and who left... To all those still by our side...
To all those who shed blood and tears, to all those who struggle in darkness and in pain...
...To Victoria.

Everyone : To Victoria!

「There is no need for sorrow. The living engrave the moment in their memories, while those who left leave behind their hopes and dreams.
The fowlbeasts croon as they spiral overhead, echoing their words. 」

Indra : You heading off too, Delphine?

Delphine : Only for a short while. I need to go back to Lynncardine. Shearer will come along to recuperate.

Morgan : If you ever get real fed up of those lousy bastards, you can always come back here.
This is your home too.

Delphine : Of course I will! I promised Vina, after all.

Dagda : If there's ever a day you feel like it's all too much for you, Vina—

Vina : I'll come back.
But I think I can handle it.
I hope the Londiniers can live in peace and happiness, and I hope that everyone can live their best lives. It's what they deserve.
Everyone should be like us. Smiling, without a tear in sight or an empty belly to be heard.
I'm not going to let everything we've accomplished go to waste.
If someone tries to take it from us, I'll be fighting back.
Just like how we looked after this place back then.

Morgan : Vina...

Vina : Vina, Alexandrina, either's fine. There's no difference the way I see it. No?

Indra : *burp*—

Vina : If Baird were here, that's what she'd want me to do.

Baird : You're right, Vina.
I really do hope so...
To the Glasgow Gang. To all of you.
Welcome home, everyone.

<Background Black>

「Vina left us on the morning of the day after. She didn't let us see her off. Maybe she didn't want to wake us.
In truth, we were all awake. I watched her change into those clothes I was never fond of, and walk off on her lonesome towards Central Londinium.
I hope Vina managed to get a real good night's sleep, the best she's had in a long while. After all, it's only when she's at home that she doesn't need to think about anything.
I spent the entire night writing down everything that happened the day Vina came home, no matter how big or small. 」

「I believe there will come a day that you, Vina, will read these words I wrote down.
They might not be of too much use, but they can help you remember some of the more easily-forgotten things.
Vina, do you still remember that dream I wrote about earlier?
In that dream, there was a tomb, all dressed up to the nines. Our names were carved onto the plaques inside it—
Outside the tomb, there was a blazing carriage, and atop it sat a golden lion. He was calling my name.
Vina Victoria.
I dreamt I was you.
I dreamt of a time I was all old and withered, some afternoon decades after I lost touch with my Glasgow friends...
I walked into the tomb that 'Siege' built for the gang.
I cherish that unforgettable memory that is no longer mine. I cherish the tale that started in Norport.
Vina, from the day you put on those clothes, I knew...
In the end, you walk alone. You have no choice but to walk alone.
I'm sorry. There's no way for us to help you, or to stay by your side...
But I wanted to let you know, we will always be here.
The Glasgow Gang will always be here.
To you, Vina Victoria.
—'The Memoir of Alexandrina'
By Kate Morrigan 」

Adhaint an Ghrian

Summary

Loughshinny boards the Duke of Wellington's ship with the Doctor's help, and finally ends the ducal alliance's stalemate siege of the city as Eblana's purple flames spread onto the city walls. Loughshinny keeps her promise and returns to Tara.

<Background black>

「All shall return to fire.
While you, my unruly shadow—you had every opportunity to avoid involving yourself in this.
But since you decided to jump into the flames together,
Come.
Join this magnificent blaze where even shadows lose themselves. 」

<Background 1>

[Cricket sound in the middle of the night ]

Landless Farmer : So we're basically right outside Londinium?

Refugee Artisan : That's what I heard.
I've never walked so much my entire life.

Landless Farmer : You figure you've walked more than Moran and the others?

Refugee Artisan : Them? They followed the Leader all the way from the Scáthanna Fields, how can I even compare?

Landless Farmer : Well, who's counting? Besides, we're here. What now? We fight?

Refugee Artisan : I suppose. We've been through more than our fair share of scuffles on our way here anyway—stray Sarkaz, wasteland bandits, soldiers hired by nobles...

Wounded Abandoned Soldier : ...

Refugee Artisan : Sorry, present company excluded. I meant the ones who specifically target Tarans, you know the type.

Wounded Abandoned Soldier : I know. I just wanted to say...
No, it's nothing.

Refugee Artisan : Come on, out with it. Is your leg better now? Can you do a little jig?

「The slightly sultry breeze of early autumn blows the stench of swamp and grass into the air.
The soldier separated from his squad looks up towards Londinium. His ears are not being deafened by sporadic cannonfire, nor is the Sarkaz witchcraft he heard so much about anywhere to be seen. 」

Wounded Abandoned Soldier : Fine, I'll try. Just don't step on my leg.

<Background 2>

Moran : They're dancing in the camp? I'll tell them to stop. We can't risk the noise this close to the battlefield.

Reed : No, it's fine. We'll be safe as long as we're inside the camp.

Moran : But we have to press forward.

Reed : ...No.
The road ahead passes through a battlefield, and I should go alone.

[Calm steps ]

Landless Farmer : Reed! Moran! Come dance with us!

Reed : ...So you're all here.

Landless Farmer : Battlefield's just up ahead. No clue how we're gonna end up...
But everyone's in pretty good shape for now, so let's dance while we still can!
Maybe if we move enough, it'll shake off the fear—

Reed : That's lovely, but... I'd rather everyone stay here and go no further.

Landless Farmer : Huh? We're not going to battle?

Reed : It's too dangerous for you.

Refugee Artisan : So you're going on ahead, all by your lonesome?

Reed : I'm sorry.

Wounded Abandoned Soldier : How long will you be gone?

Reed : I don't know. But I'll definitely return.

Moran : Reed, everyone who followed you here knows that fighting is inevitable.
We all know we're not qualified to join the fray. But we want to help you, even if all we can do is to block a few bolts.

Reed : I'm not qualified either.

Moran : ...Reed?

Reed : Be it Wellington, the other Dukes, or the Sarkaz, they are the ones tipping the scales of this war. But us...
No matter which side we choose, we'll make less of a difference on the battlefield than a speck of dust. That goes for both you and me.

Moran : Then why...?

Reed : There is something I must do.
But don't mistake me. What I intend is no nobler than facing off with the Victorians for our people, swords drawn. I just... have to face it...
To face her.

Moran : 'The Leader'?

Reed : The Leader.

Almost every Taran knows of Dublinn and 'The Leader'.
Even those not in the know will soon learn of their existence from the increased Victorian aggression after Wellington's army marched off towards Londinium.
Of course, they will also realize that the Leader of Dublinn standing before them would seem out of place with the fabled 'spectre force', or on Wellington's high-speed battleship.
But she saved them and asked nothing of them, so to them she is without a doubt The Leader.

Refugee Artisan : People come and go. Those of us still here have already made up our minds, so don't you worry on our behalf.

Wounded Abandoned Soldier : Don't mind my wounds. I still have a chance against the restless dead.

Landless Farmer : You saved my life. Even if I die here, it'll be a worthy death.

Reed : Thank you, everyone. But we didn't come all this way to become martyrs.
The road ahead of us doesn't lead to yet more fighting. On the contrary, when I return, we'll... return to a Tara without war. Together.

Silent Group : ...

Moran : So you're coming back for sure, Reed?

Reed : I am.

Moran : Then we'll wait for you.

Reed : Thank you.

<Background 3>

「After the battle at Silverrock Bluffs, the Royal Court forces retreated behind Londinium's walls, while Victoria's Dukes kept their forces stationed around the city, in no hurry to assault it.
Wellington's army, with their fresh new flag, did not participate in the siege, and stationed themselves just outside the warzone like an indifferent observer, coolly watching the deadlock outside the city.
But a stalemate does not necessarily mean peace. Scouting efforts and countermeasures, raids and ambushes, Sarkaz witchcraft and brief cannon barrages...
Accompanying them are the curses and groans of the immobilized wounded, unable to do anything but wait in vain for death to come. Everything comes together in a tapestry of stifling tranquility. 」

<Background 3>

[Footsteps ]

「The Draco takes advantage of the current 'peace' and sets off to put an end to it. 」

<Background 4>

Sarkaz Scout Captain : How's the situation outside the city?

Sarkaz Scout : A group of Victorians tried to snatch their wounded off the battlefield a few hours ago, but we bled them dry.
But... they'll beat us to death if they spot any of us alone, and their firepower's terrifying to boot.
Captain, is it true? What that so-called Babel on the radio said the other day—

Sarkaz Scout Captain : Shut up if you want to live!

Sarkaz Scout : ...

[Comms static ]

Sarkaz Scout Captain : What? A Vouivre walking around outside the city? Even helping to treat the wounded? Is she mocking us? Does she think we're already as good as dead?
I'll give you a minute. Consider your lives forfeit if she's still breathing.
Wait, what? You're telling me she's even saving the Sarkaz?

<Background 5>

Victorian Soldier : Bloody devils... They've been holed up in there for days and still pack a punch...

Victorian Officer : Personally, I'd rather the siege continue.
Old Wellington's not in the siege. Changed flags and retreated to his own camp. It's obvious he no longer wants to fight the Sarkaz.
Her Grace the Duke of Caster, in her magnanimity, has ordered us to not pursue the matter any further, but where are we going to find more unlucky blokes to hold off the Sarkaz troops?
I mean, I'm certainly not volunteering for the duty.

Victorian Soldier : Are there even any Victorians left in the city, what with so many wounded soldiers out here on the field?

Wounded Victorian Soldier : Reporting in. We have... returned.

[Blast sound and muffled steps ]

Victorian Officer : What?! How?! Everyone we sent to rescue you never came back!

Wounded Victorian Soldier : A Vouivre... a Caster, she saved us.

Victorian Officer : A Vouivre? Which Duke does she serve? Gododdin? Fife?

Wounded Victorian Soldier : No idea. She didn't even seem to care which side we were on.

Victorian Officer : Sod it, just who was she? You're saying she was going, what, towards the city?

Wounded Victorian Soldier : Seemed like... to the Gastrell.

<Background 3>

Reed : I'm sorry, this is all I can do for you.

Dying Taran : It's okay. I'm just relieved... my chest doesn't hurt anymore, at least.
Thank you so much, Leader. I've seen you before, at Oak Grove... You said then, 'The flames have already been kindled.'
So now I'll become one of the restless dead, and continue fighting for Tara even after I die, right?

Reed : Is that what you want?

Dying Taran : ...

Reed : Then my answer is this: You won't.

Dying Taran : What...?

Reed : The flames will indeed swallow up many lives, but never should they intentionally use life as tinder. That isn't how flame is meant to be used.
Do you know the legend of the watchmen? Those who send returning Taran warriors to sleep in flame, so they may finally know rest.
Your fight is over, soldier. I hope you find rest just as they did.

Dying Taran : Leader, I can't...

Reed : This is an order.

Dying Taran : ...As you command.

<Background 6>

Flag Officer : Brigadier, sir.

'The Brigadier' : What's the situation with our target?

Flag Officer : She's been treating any wounded on her way, but otherwise has been headed straight towards our camp. She'll soon reach the Gastrell's gangway.

'The Brigadier' : What of the Sarkaz and the other Dukes' movements?

Flag Officer : The Sarkaz have made a few probing attacks with small squads, but are evidently unaware of the situation and have failed to slow her down.

'The Brigadier' : Continue surveillance, and prepare for her to board. Eliminate any threat to her life.

Flag Officer : Yes, sir.
Another thing, Brigadier, sir. We and you Tarans... have already become companions on the battlefield after risking our lives together, yes?

'The Brigadier' : No need to beat around the bush. Ask me any question you have.

Flag Officer : I've heard some rumors regarding the target. That you once planned to get rid of her.

'The Brigadier' : ...

Flag Officer : So why are you protecting her now?

[Comms static ]

Communicator : Reporting in. Target is at the gangway!

Flag Officer : (Inquiring look)

'The Brigadier' : Let her board. Bring her to the command center.

Flag Officer : (Mouthing) The bridge?!
...Let her board, and bring her to the Gastrell's command center.

Communicator : Yes, sir!

Flag Officer : I thought... you would have welcomed her personally.

[Comms static ]

'The Brigadier' : Me?
I'm no longer qualified.

<Background 5>

[Muffled steps ]

Reed : Your Grace?
I thought the one waiting for me... would be my sister.

Duke of Wellington : It is inconvenient for Princess Eblana to meet you at the moment, Miss Loughshinny.
But I am quite interested in how you managed to obtain the G-0 high ground coordinates. Is it the pharmaceutical company you stay at? That Doctor?

Reed : ...Yes.

Duke of Wellington : Then, milady, would you kindly pass along a message? The Doctor will have to personally come and get whatever is wanted from Tara.

Reed : The Doctor was only helping me meet my sister, expecting nothing from Tara. Only hoping to end the war sooner. And I agree.

Duke of Wellington : Pardon my frankness, Miss Loughshinny, but I see only a mouthpiece here, and I believe mouthpieces have no authority to make suggestions.

Reed : I am no go-between. I represent only myself.

Duke of Wellington : Then I shall hear you out.
What exactly do you want?

Reed : Peace.

Duke of Wellington : Peace?
The cannons still ring, the Sarkaz witchcraft still hovers above our heads, and you speak of peace?
It is only because I am meeting you in good faith that I will choose not to regard that as an insult to this war.

Reed : That is absolutely not my intention.
This war continues not because it cannot be ended, Your Grace. Even I can tell the Sarkaz are running out of time.
The Victorians have surrounded the city but have refrained from an assault, in order to preserve their strength.
I suppose they plan to starve out the city.
They do not care if any of their own countrymen remain inside. It does not matter if there actually are, so long as they don't see a single one when they eventually enter the city.
An ugly tactic, if there ever was one.

Duke of Wellington : The root of ugliness is cowardice, as it always has been.
The morality of one's actions does not diminish its cowardice, Miss Loughshinny. Cowardice is when you hesitate to take responsibility.

Reed : ...Which is why I am standing before you now.
I hope that you and your forces can put an end to this ugly siege, break the Sarkaz's fragile front, and spare every Victorian in the city from the calamity created by their own people.

Duke of Wellington : I see. Now I understand why you have come.
As Her Highness Eblana has said, you show both compassion and nobility. But these virtues of yours are far from a reason for the Tarans to once again involve themselves in a conflict between the Sarkaz and the Victorians.

Reed : The Gastrell would not be stationed here if intervention was never an option.

Duke of Wellington : I asked for a reason, Miss Loughshinny.
I, the Gastrell, and the countless other Taran warriors require a reason good enough for us to risk our own lives.

Reed : Please, Your Grace.

Duke of Wellington : 'Please' has no power on the battlefield.

「Reed tries her best to look straight into Wellington's eyes.
She knows well what holds the most power on the battlefield. She knows she is qualified to wield it—and that that right is all she has.
She also knows that once she uses it, there will be no turning back.
But she was never uninvolved, and that is precisely why she came here. 」

Reed : (Takes a deep breath)
Then, Your Grace, I... I order... you.
In the name of Tara.
I order you to rescue the Victorian civilians inside the city.
I order your fleet to smash the weak Sarkaz defense line, to bring Londinium the relief she should have had long ago.
I order the Taran army to demonstrate noblesse oblige, not for material benefit, but for all to see our glory.

Duke of Wellington : As you command.

Reed : ...

Duke of Wellington : Any other orders?

Reed : You've been stationed outside Londinium this whole time, yet you acquiesced to my command so easily... Could it be because my sister...?

Duke of Wellington : No.
My presence here means only one thing: that once again, I was able to witness the cowardice and evil of the Victorians.
As long as you are willing to give orders, you will have command.
You merely made a choice. To align yourself with Her Highness Eblana, and the newborn Tara.

Reed : ...I did.
I would have come here even if the city was not being besieged.

Duke of Wellington : If so, then I believe Her Highness will soon find the time to grant you an audience. I'm sorry to say, but this truly is an inconvenient time for her to meet you.

Reed : What is she planning?

Duke of Wellington : Does it matter? Whether it succeeds or fails, it will nonetheless benefit Tara.

Reed : ...Truly?

Duke of Wellington : She made a promise. And she will honor it.
Do excuse me.

[Footsteps ]

「The command center returns to silence as Reed scrutinizes the conversation they just had.
She completed some of her objectives and learned a few things, but is left even more puzzled.
She has stepped in, and can no longer turn back. 」

[Firm steps ]

Flag Officer : Miss Loughshinny.

Reed : You are...?

Flag Officer : The general ordered me to escort you out and show you to your cabin.
You may spend your time aboard the Gastrell as you please before we reach Taran territory.

Reed : My apologies, but there are people waiting for me.

Flag Officer : Do you mean the Tarans who have been following you?
The general did consider this. He is willing to send a squad to lead them to our camp here, and let them board a ride on a support ship back to the capital, Na Saoirsí.

Reed : No, I promised them I would return.

Flag Officer : I...

Reed : Just as I am promising you right now, and have promised His Grace, that I will return to Na Saoirsí.
I believe we made that clear in our earlier exchange.

Flag Officer : My apologies, but I'll need to ask the general about this...

[Comms buzzing ]

Flag Officer : He's busy? Ugh... But...
What?! With your busy schedule, even...
Y—Yes! As you command!

[Comms static ]

Flag Officer : Miss Loughshinny.

Reed : I'm listening.

Flag Officer : Direct orders from The Leader. She has instructed us not to interfere with your movements.

Reed : 'The Leader'?

Flag Officer : Yes.
But she does ardently hope that you can stay just a little while longer.
To witness a grand performance.

<Background 7>

Duke of Wellington : Are you sure about not meeting her personally?

Eblana : No need to.
Strictly speaking, the war has yet to end. Nothing good will come of meeting Loughshinny now. It would only bring her more confusion.

Duke of Wellington : Very well, Your Highness. Please return to the command center and await the good news.

Eblana : Hold on.

Duke of Wellington : What do you mean?

Eblana : Seeing that Loughshinny is willing to tie her own fate to Tara's, we should show her the might of the nation she is about to be a part of.

Duke of Wellington : Rest assured. We would demonstrate it with the Sarkaz's prompt defeat.
But if you prefer a more personal show of force, the Gastrell is more than willing to oblige.

Eblana : Consider it a grand welcome.
As my dear sister has made her wishes clear, shouldn't I help her realize them with my own hands?

<Background 4>

Sarkaz Scout Captain : Didn't I tell you it doesn't matter where that Vouivre came from? She's helping the Victorians, so she's got to die. Simple as that.

Sarkaz Scout : We're... We're no match for her.

Sarkaz Scout Captain : You're worthless!
...Bah, forget it. It's just one Vouivre—
What was that noise?

[Cannons fired ]

Sarkaz Scout : A—A high-speed battleship! Currently speeding towards the city walls!

Sarkaz Scout Captain : Victorian?

Sarkaz Scout : It's the Gastrell—it's that Duke of Wellington guy!
Not just him, Caster's fleet seems to be spontaneously coordinating with his ships!

Sarkaz Scout Captain : Raid! Raid incoming—

[Fires and inferno from the sky ]

Sarkaz Scout : Purple flames?! Captain—

[Bodies falling ]

<Background fades out and in>

Nezzsalem : ...

「Atop the Gastrell's bow stands The Leader of Dublinn, purple flames spreading from the tip of her spear to the city walls.
Her flames of death erupt from the Sarkaz on the perimeter, spreading to adjacent victims as they wantonly seek the next host, leaving only the floating Nachzehrer untouched by fire. 」

Eblana : Nachzehrer. 'God of War'? 'Lord of War and Death'?
A shame there is no longer enough death here to sate you.
Even living legends have their endings. But surely becoming the kindling of a new legend is better than wasting away in obscurity?

Nezzsalem : Oh. The brazenly ambitious young Draco.
Very well then.
Red Dragon who toys with life and death on a spear. Just how well do you comprehend death?
I suppose this is not the worst way to kill time before the war is over.

Eblana : Do try to hold on a little longer, Nachzehrer.
Let us show those Victorians what death truly is, while the artillery still rings.

Nezzsalem : I have waited a long time, young Draco.
You are bolder than the others.
Then use those flames of yours to send a message to those cowards surrounding the city—
I am here.
The war is here.

「The stench of rot thickens as the ice-cold flames of death rage.
Death crashes into death, over the faint shelling and thin city walls. 」

<Background 8>

Landless Farmer : Th—They really started fighting?

Refugee Artisan : Did The Leader...

Wounded Abandoned Soldier : Shush! There's no way she'd...
...
No. We have to go find her.

Moran : We promised we'd wait for her here.

Wounded Abandoned Soldier : But the fighting's broken out in Londinium again!

Moran : ...Just believe in her—

Wounded Abandoned Soldier : I do, but listen! That's the sound of witchcraft, and the Dukes' cannons! How could The Leader—

Moran : —Like she believes in us.

Wounded Abandoned Soldier : ...

「The wounded soldier is left speechless, only able to look back on the tranquility now torn apart by flame and chaos. Searching for a reason for his squad to join the battlefield.
Past the smoke and mire he sees a figure.
The Leader. Reed. Loughshinny.
She finished her own fight, held true to her promise, and returns to lead them on, to the end of their journey...
To home, to peace. 」

Reed : Let's go, everyone.
What is happening there is no longer something we can involve ourselves in.
It's time to head home.

Trivia

The title means "Lighting Up the Sun" in Irish Gaelic.

Otpravlyaytes' k Ursusu

Summary

After the ducal alliance enters the city, Ch'en finally locates Reunion in Londinium, now led by Nine. Reunion saves some innocents affected by the war, and also hears a call to rise up and resist from Ursus.

<Background 1>

[Door opened and something dropped ]

Assistant : Here's the files on Chernobog, chief. They're on your desk.
Hope you can find the info you wanted somewhere in those dusty papers.

Editor : Thanks for sorting them out, Zhenya.

[Footsteps and door creaking as it is closed ]

「The assistant closes the door as he leaves, as usual. It scrapes against the uneven flooring, letting out a shrieking sound. 」

[Something rustling in the pocket and a lighter is lit ]

「The editor sits up straight, lights a cigarette, and pushes through the discomfort as he flips through the stack of old newspapers. 」

[Paper flips ]

Editor : "The Third Army's Dereliction of Duty in the Chernobog Incident..."
Tch... Same old, same old. "Chernobog Closes Mine—a Heavy Blow to Ursus's Originium Industry".
..."Novochernobog—The Infected Lives a Blessed Life Under His Majesty's Glory".
Utter drivel.
No, this isn't what I want... These trashy tabloids are barely scratching the surface.
...None of these reports are anywhere close to the truth.

[Wind blowing ]

「The editor pushes up his glasses and flicks away some stray cigarette ash, but accidentally sends sparks flying onto the paper. 」

[Sudden rise from the chair ]

「He rushes to extinguish the sudden fire, but the newspaper already bears a freshly burnt hole.
Through the hole the editor sees an ensemble of letters—"Reunion".
A name he has never heard of before. 」

<Background 2>

Talulah : In the last few days, a stream of Infected have been showing up wanting to join Reunion.
I told them we'll be leaving Londinium in one month's time, heading for the Duke of Gododdin's territory.

Nine : Are they willing to follow us there?

Talulah : They neither agreed nor refused. They couldn't come up with an answer.

Nine : ...I'll prepare for bringing them along. They have nowhere else to go.
Gododdin. I hear the Duke's issued more than a few decrees benefiting the Infected, so it's worth checking out.

Talulah : Decrees and reality are not the same thing.

Nine : Obviously. Which is why we need to see for ourselves.

[Paper flips ]

「From a corner comes a rustling sound as Ch'en turns a newspaper page. 」

Nine : Nothing to say even after listening in for so long, Ch'en?

Ch'en : Everything you've talked about is internal business.
As an outsider, I have no right to comment. I've been focusing on the news anyway.

Talulah : You weren't this quiet with many of the others in private.
We need your thoughts, Hui-chieh.

Nine : When I let you tag along with us, it wasn't just to show you how different we are from the other organizations.
Don't go getting the idea that you'd have to take responsibility for either of us.
Given our current situation, anyone's input is welcome, as long as we can help these people out. So speak your mind.

Ch'en : ......

[Paper rustling ]

Ch'en : You're planning to take in people with nowhere else to go?

Nine : Why not?
They'll bring new vitality to our group.

Ch'en : Or new conflicts.
This group you've gathered under the banner of what you're calling "Reunion" is as rag-tag as they come.
Is this what you promised me when you left?
Not to mention her.

「Ch'en looks toward the indifferent Talulah. 」

Talulah : ......

Ch'en : You're bound to attract more eyes in future.
So if you ask me, I suggest staying in Londinium for a while, and restructuring yourselves—

Nine : You mean letting someone more suitable handle it?

Ch'en : I won't deny that.
Just look at the people you have here. Criminals, Infected, deserters... Do you have a clue where you're taking them?

Nine : We're not going to stay here forever, at the very least.

Nine : What is it? What's the hurry?

[Frantic steps ]

Reunion Warrior : Nine, Red just came back with some urgent news. Ugh—

「He shoots a glance at Ch'en.
Ever since the stranger called Ch'en showed up, his companions have been behaving strangely.
She rarely leaves Talulah and Nine alone, but has never once commented on Reunion's actions either. 」

Nine : Go on. She's one of us.

Reunion Warrior : Troops from the ducal alliance are approaching the factory. Should we get them to leave?

Nine : Ducal troops? They can't be coming for us, but... I'll head there myself and see what's going on.
Talulah... keep everyone else hidden.

Talulah : Alright.

[Footsteps ]

Ch'en : So, you agree with Nine's methods?

Talulah : ...Not exactly. But this group is nothing like the original group I traveled with on the tundra.
Unfortunately, oppressed peoples are treated the same way no matter where they are.
No one cares where we go, Hui-chieh, only where we decide to stop. And then they'll figure out how to drive us away.

Ch'en : ......

Talulah : "Reunion". It's a mistake I've made myself...
Nine has no intention of wiping my slate clean, but if she needs me to come up with a new meaning—
I have no right to refuse.

Ch'en : And her conscience is crystal clear.

Talulah : Nine... and myself, we know very well what we're doing.
But you, Hui-chieh. You chased me—or rather, Reunion—all the way here.
Why are you still delaying what you decided long ago?

[Calm steps ]

「Talulah leaves. Ch'en doesn't catch up with her. 」

<Background 3>

[Hurried steps ]

Alliance Soldier : Keep moving, you beasts. Don't stop!

[Someone getting hit and fallen ]

Sarkaz Civilian : Tch... Bloody bastards!

Angry Alliance Soldier : Get up! Now!

[Hitting sound ]

Angry Alliance Soldier : Look at these disgusting sick freaks. Wish I could just get rid of them here and now.

Cold Alliance Soldier : The Exemplars' territory is just ahead. Are you considering dumping our rubbish right on their doorstep?
I say we stay out of trouble. They've already set up garbage disposal stations, so no littering.

Sarkaz Civilian : Garbage disposal...?

[Calm steps ]

Nine : I won't ask when or where you got your orders, soldier.
But this is no place for an execution.

Cold Alliance Soldier : Ah, the Infected hiding in the factory.
You should be thankful that we're busy catching these devils instead of—

「The air grows warm. Nine casts a quick glance toward a corner shrouded in darkness.
Within it, a fire ignites, then slowly dims. 」

Angry Alliance Soldier : You... Did you just feel a tingling on your skin, like—

Cold Alliance Soldier : Like I got burned by fire.
...Itching for a fight, huh?

Nine : This factory area is under the Exemplars' protection.
So why don't you go ask your superiors if they'd mind an idiotic subordinate stirring up conflict here and smashing this hard-won peace to pieces?
I think you'll know how to speak to us after that.

Cold Alliance Soldier : But suppose our allies, our "friends", were to show inappropriate sympathy and compassion towards our common enemy—
I imagine my superiors would be humming a different tune.
Move, Infected.

Nine : ...They don't sound like they came from Kazdel.

Cold Alliance Soldier : Devils are freakishly good at disguises.
There's no way we're letting a devil merc slide past us.

Angry Alliance Soldier : Get moving, you damned devils!

[Hitting sound ]

Sarkaz Civilian : Ugh...

「The squad escorting the Sarkaz slowly trudge through the long street, though both captors and captives look exhausted and numb.
Nine watches as they leave, and spots a few teenagers stumbling at the end of the downcast parade of prisoners. 」

Nine : Bastards...

[Calm steps ]

<Background 4>

Local Villager : Here's the place, sir. The blaze lasted for three days and left basically nothing behind.

[Camera clicking sound ]

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News Reporter : Did the fire spread anywhere other than the Patrol Unit's outpost?

Local Villager : No... but many miners seized the chance to escape. Everyone was so scared... Didn't know when the Patrol Unit would arrive...
But seems like you got here first. You said you're a reporter? But who's to say for sure?

News Reporter : ...Let's not get into that. So, if the management here has always been hard on everyone, how did the miners carry out the arson?

Local Villager : The miners?
No, no. The village had an old noble from the city, good heart, that man... but a bit too kindhearted, if you ask me.
Couldn't stand what was happening in the mines, always talking about rescuing the miners. We thought it was all talk, but in the end...
He really went and did it.

News Reporter : Oh? Then where is he now?

Local Villager : Must've died in the blaze with the Patrol Unit.

News Reporter : Hah. A noble who bravely sacrificed his life to help the suffering Infected miners.
That would make a pretty good headline.

[Camera clicking sound ]

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「The reporter gazes at the scorched land. Nearby buildings have been reduced to rubble, and in place of the once lush forest stands unsightly tree stumps.
Suddenly, a scorch mark draws his attention. It looks unusual, almost aesthetically pleasing. 」

News Reporter : Do you... know who left this mark here?

Local Villager : That's just from the fire.

News Reporter : I'm not buying that. It looks like a "symbol" to me.
So—who left it here?

Local Villager : Uh... no clue. It was just here after the fire.

News Reporter : So you're saying it was a deliberate act, an attempt to send out a signal: "Salvation".

Local Villager : A-Am I?

News Reporter : (Laughs) Didn't you just explain the real history behind it for me?

<Background 5>

[Crowd murmurs ]

Ch'en : No need to rush. Get in line, everyone will get some.

Weary Sarkaz : How much longer do we have to stay here, Miss Ch'en?
When will the next squad leave the city...?

Ch'en : Don't worry. You're safe here.
I've reached out through many different channels to get everyone out of here.

Weary Sarkaz : I-I heard the Sarkaz-hunting soldiers have found this place.
If they find out you're sheltering us...

[Footsteps ]

Talulah : Sheltering? Why speak as if you're fugitives on the run?
You're citizens of Londinium, victims of this war.

Weary Sarkaz : We were already unwelcome long before the Sarkaz troops entered the city.
Believe me, it's more than just soldiers on that team.
Being a Sarkaz is already a crime, the worst one you can commit. Doesn't matter if you took part in the war or not.

Talulah : ...I know.

Weary Sarkaz : Anyways... Thanks for taking us in.
I ironed it out with the others. We'll wait three days for a chance to leave the city. If we don't get one, we'll go by ourselves.

Nine : It's not the best time to leave. The soldiers have been even more active recently.

Weary Sarkaz : All the more reason to get out as soon as we can. Every day we put it off will only worsen the situation.

Nine : ...If you insist, we'll help you out.

Weary Sarkaz : Appreciate the generosity. I suggest you guys do the same.
Who do you think they'll target next, once the city's out of Sarkaz?
Most of you are Infected. You should know how their nobles treat you guys.

<Background 6>

Waiter : Today's paper, sir.

Carefree Noble : Hmm... I can't be bothered to read it, Alyosha. Anything noteworthy?

Waiter : New tax policies, some literary works, a few scandals, and...

Carefree Noble : And?

Waiter : Revolts. All over the country.

Carefree Noble : Let me see.
Finally, some real reporting. I thought those Deity Grypherburg reporters only knew how to run tabloids.
'Infected have been striking at factories and outposts across the country. Some regions are experiencing a surge of uprisings, as Infected have brazenly attacked outposts and government agencies, causing serious losses...'
'It is said that they are inspired by an Infected organization known as Reunion...'
Oh, look, they even left some symbols...

Waiter : ...Do you wish to end your convalescence now?

Carefree Noble : Of course not. Do you even realize how hard it is for me to get a vacation?

Waiter : But your colleagues from the propaganda department have visited you many times already.

Carefree Noble : Oh, my dear Alyoshenka, our dear nation has been suffering from a chronic disease for quite some time, and there are many who wish to heal her.
But to do so, these rotten old wounds must first see the light of day.
I've had enough of my colleagues patching them up, over and over.

Waiter : How should I reply then?

Carefree Noble : Tell them any discussion must wait until my vacation is over.

<Background 7>

Red : Did they ransack the streets again for another batch of prisoners? Here's your soup, Talulah.

Talulah : Thanks.

[Glass clinking ]

Red : Too bland? Well—I had to ransack our stash to get the last of the salt.

Talulah : It's fine. Good, even.

Nine : Heh. "Ransack"? That's a good word.

Talulah : Only a week ago they wouldn't have come here, let alone taken any children among the prisoners.
But we just saw both happen.

Nine : They've been dead set on wiping out any trace of the Sarkaz for the past two weeks.

Talulah : At first, it was just Sarkaz soldiers who couldn't evacuate in time. Next, it was any Sarkaz civilian who had any dealings with the army. Now? Even Londinium-born Sarkaz aren't being spared.
I thought you'd make a move, Hui-chieh.

Ch'en : ...That would only complicate things. We're in Victoria, so I have to act more cautiously.

Nine : That'll only cost us more time.
A few days ago I saw a group of kids harassing a poor woman... all she did was to marry a Sarkaz and raise their children together.
This is how they treated the Infected before the war, and now it's the Sarkaz's turn. Eventually, every Londinium citizen will face this.
Time is what these mistreated people lack most.

「Nine pauses to glance at Talulah right beside her.
However, she seems unusually calm, as if the sudden temperature increase earlier was just a hallucination. 」

Nine : I thought you'd make a move on the Victorians earlier.

Talulah : It was only a warning. It'd only bring us more trouble if we pestered them any further. Hui-chieh has a point—We should keep a low profile until we're forced to show ourselves.
Attacking ducal alliance troops on the factory streets certainly won't do anything to improve the lives of the workers here.

Nine : So you weren't angry.

Talulah : What you're experiencing, I have too, long ago. But at least Sarkaz blood isn't contagious like Oripathy.
I've long since learned to control my rage. At the very least, I won't waste it on clueless underlings like the soldiers from before.
This war has turned the oppressed into oppressors. It's not their fault.

Nine : Then who should the innocent Sarkaz vent their anger on?
Remember that Sarkaz merchant with the motorbike who helped us get supplies...? The Infected killed him out of fear.
Now, that fear is spreading unchecked as the Sarkaz are gradually retreating.
Infected, soldiers, nobles... heh, even civilians who've never seen war. Everyone thinks they're in the right.
So you're correct, Talulah. Sarkaz blood isn't contagious like Oripathy... but hatred and fear are.

Talulah : You've decided then?

Nine : To save the Sarkaz? I see no need to hesitate. They're no different from us.
I'm just not sure how to minimize the fallout, so I need your help.
Keep the people at camp safe, as well as the workers.

Talulah : ...If you need my flames to burn for them, I won't hesitate.

Nine : Red, let the workers know our plan. Those willing to join us can stay; anyone too afraid to escape, bring them to the Exemplars' camp.

Red : Got it.

[Footsteps ]

Nine : Ch'en.

Ch'en : ......

Nine : You can try to stop us, or you can leave and pretend nothing happened.

Ch'en : Saving those Sarkaz means you'll have to change everything you've planned.
And if you go with them, none of the Dukes will let you stay long in their domain, Nine.

Nine : They won't let us stay long anyway, even without those people.
We're Infected, Ch'en. Maybe your time at Rhodes Island has made you forget how we're actually treated.

Ch'en : Then where will you go next?

Nine : So you agree with our plan?

Ch'en : ......
Even prisoners shouldn't be executed so hastily. They don't even have an official order.

Talulah : Hui-chieh, the issue isn't where Nine and the others want to go, but where they're needed.

Nine : We'll find a place that truly needs us, Ch'en.
Not just the Infected... Anyone enslaved or deprived of their right to a fair chance at survival.
A place with no discrimination or oppression.

Ch'en : ...You know as well as the rest of us that that'll be difficult, if not impossible, Nine.

Nine : Of course. But this is the path a man we all knew left us before he died.

Ch'en : Guard...

Talulah : Someone has to see it through, Hui-chieh.
This new Reunion makes their own medicine and strives to help anyone in need, without asking for anything tangible in return.
Change is happening, but it's too fragile.
They need something to believe in, an objective. That's the only way they can push forward.
I don't completely agree with Nine's way of doing things, but I see no reason to refuse to cooperate either.
She's always admired the "fairness" you seek, Hui-chieh.
So why not take a look at what she seeks?

<Background 8>

[Campfire crackling ]

Anonymous Radio : On the tundra ignored by the Emperor's edict, rebel activity has intensified, with thousands of Infected banding together to break their shackles and regain their freedom.
We've achieved what used to be unthinkable.
Ever since that first fire ignited by that anonymous noble, many of us have been communicating in hushed tones: Is there someone leading us? To be honest, I'm not too sure myself.
What I do know is that our call to rise up has not been silenced, and is even now trying to escape from the tundra and its army of trees blocking the way.
Our proof is that unique symbol everyone's curious about, the symbol scorched by flame.

「The hoarse voice on the radio smashes the countryside's peace apart.
People open their doors or climb onto their windowsills, listening quietly.
The broadcast excites them, their palms feeling hot even though they live in a place with temperatures far below zero.
Then, they light up torches in the center of the village. The light illuminates their eyes, and warms the bodies underneath their thin layers of clothing.
Soon, nearby villages spot the firelight and start bonfires one after the other.
On the dark tundra, countless fires light up the night sky. 」

[Campfire crackling ]

Anonymous Radio : We gather on this inhospitable tundra, following in their footsteps to take root here.
Everyone has heard of the group that disappeared into Chernobog to fight for the Infected: "Reunion".
Have they heard our call?
Have they finally returned—

<Background 9>

Executioner Soldier : Alrighty, you dregs! Turn around!

[Low-humming sound ]

Frightened Youth : Sir... please... spare my life, please...
I was born here!
I-I'm different from the rest, sir, please!

Executioner Soldier : I said, shut it!

Frightened Youth : S-Sir, please...

Sarkaz Civilian : Kid, he doesn't give a damn who you are. He just wants to kill every Sarkaz he sees.

[Humming noise getting louder ]

Executioner Soldier : Shut up!

[Flash of scent ]

「The boy suddenly smells a strange scent. It makes him recall his mother's perfume as she hugged him.
Countless flowers bloom on the bloodstained floors, and the scent grows stronger.
The executioner suddenly coughs violently until he throws up a cluster of bloody flower buds. 」

Executioner Soldier : Ugh... *cough* *cough*...

Frightened Youth : Y-You...

Talulah : Get them out of here. Our people will know what to do.

Executioner Soldier : You lot... don't... *cough*...

[Sword brandished ]

Ch'en : Nine! Stop your Originium Arts!
You already saved the Sarkaz! Killing them... is a step too far.

Nine : Couldn't you have just kept silent as usual, Ch'en?

Ch'en : Stop making more enemies everywhere you go, unless you want the Dukes chasing after Reunion once you leave the city.

Nine : Talulah can make sure that it looks like an accidental blaze.

Ch'en : No. They'll only put the blame on the Sarkaz, calling it an act of revenge.
And then what? Who will the Dukes turn their gaze to? More innocent Sarkaz.
Or, say, an Infected group wandering around Victoria with who-knows-how-many Sarkaz in tow.

Nine : Letting them go will only make things worse.
Tell me, Ch'en. When we finally come face to face with the ducal alliance with no chance at escape, how will you keep the Infected and innocent Sarkaz there safe?

[Nine's Arts intensified ]

Executioner Soldier : Ugh...

<Background fades out and in>

[Sword brandished ]

Ch'en : Enough! There're still other ways!

「The tip of Ch'en's sword touches Nine's throat. 」

Nine : ......
I've imagined this happening countless times.
In fact, I'm shocked it didn't happen sooner.

Ch'en : I went to school with many of their superior officers. I can talk to them.

Nine : As what? As a former senior inspector of the L.G.D.? As Operator Ch'en of Rhodes Island? Or, what... an old classmate, reminiscing about the good old days?

Ch'en : ...I can guarantee these Sarkaz will be safe, at least.

Nine : Of course, I trust you'll keep that promise.
But you're missing my point, Ch'en.
There are limits to one person's power. Even you can't help the people you can't see.
I know your capabilities all too well, and that's exactly why I'm even more sure that your momentary kindness won't change a thing. It can't.
What I need is people willing to follow us, to see with their own eyes what we have to do.

Ch'en : Spare me the sophistry, Nine.
I'm only looking at the facts.

Nine : 'Sophistry', huh?
Maybe we're all seeking "fairness", but our interpretations of it are different.
...This is why I've long since given up hope of you coming to understand me and the future I'm looking forward to.
You can most certainly try to arrest me, Officer Ch'en.

[Blade flashes and clashes ]

「Chi Xiao stays in place, and Nine's gaze remains on Ch'en. 」

<Background fades out and in>

「A flaming sword shakes Chi Xiao away. 」

[Blade brandished and stabbing the ground ]

Talulah : This isn't the place to wax nostalgic about your old days on the force.

「Talulah stabs her longsword into the ground, separating the all-tensed-up two. 」

Nine : I didn't call for your help, Talulah. Don't act like you know everything better.

Talulah : Nine, there is nothing wrong with Hui-chieh's idea.
The Dukes would be overjoyed at someone volunteering to remove every last Sarkaz from Londinium, and they might not make any moves on us.
But more importantly, there are still eyes on the both of you.
They only care about one thing: where should they go now?

「The rescued Sarkaz and the Reunion members following Nine are both terrified. They have no idea what to do next. 」

Talulah : Many of them can't understand exactly what it is you want, Nine. They just want to live.
They need time. It might take a while to show them the future you see.

Nine : Of course I know that.
I have the patience to wait for my "sophistry" to bloom into a concrete plan of action.

Ch'en : And will you achieve that with even more sacrifices? How do you decide who?

Talulah : ENOUGH!

Nine : ......

Ch'en : ......

Talulah : I'm not here to determine which of you is right or wrong. It's not my place to.
But for now, just take them away from here. Take everyone who's willing to leave the city with us.
Hui-chieh might manage to prevent the Victorians from harassing us in the short term, but we'll still have to prepare for the worst.

Nine : Are you giving me an order, Talulah?

Talulah : No, I'm offering my opinion.

Ch'en : But where can you go?
Your identities are too conspicuous.

Nine : Is this where you say we should go to Rhodes Island?

Ch'en : Yes. I have to see the both of you judged.
But not right now. Many Infected are still relying on you, and I can't just leave them in the dust.

Nine : Hah... Classic Officer Ch'en.

Talulah : Want my opinion?

「Whenever Talulah proactively offers her thoughts to Nine, it often leaves the Phidia with even more doubts towards her.
But Talulah has never fallen behind.
She always walks silently in the center of their group, so inconspicuous that people forget she exists.
Reunion's leader, Kashchey's adopted daughter, and the manipulative mastermind behind the Chernobog disaster.
Talulah, regarded as a hero by Infected who do not know the truth. 」

[Fires spreading ]

「Her sword begins to burn, and its flames spread across the floor. They jump and fall, outlining a symbol.
The firelight reflects in the trio's eyes, but their faces still bear some gloom—the mark once represented a dark past.
Within it hides all sorts of crimes and injustices, certain to sting if revealed for all to see. 」

Talulah : Ursus.
We can go back to Ursus.

Nine : ......

Ch'en : ...That's a terrible idea.

Nine : What, thinking about your unfinished business over there?

Talulah : No, I want to right my wrongs.
I've received news from Ursus. The Infected are breaking their shackles and congregating on the tundra again.
They claim to be answering the call of Reunion, and have decided to stand up and fight for the rights and freedoms the Infected and other oppressed deserve.
They were inspired by a lie, but their determination to fight back is certainly real.

Nine : So they gave you the courage to recall the good old days?

Talulah : ...It's not only Infected over there. There are students, exiled officers and soldiers, guilt-ridden nobles...
It's exactly the strength you need.
Strength that ignores the differences in race or identity and crushes the fear of disease, united by a common goal.
Besides, it'll take time to leave with this many people... and I think that should be long enough for you to explain Guard's precious dream to those still willing to follow you.

Nine : ...You don't want to restore Reunion's reputation?

Talulah : No. I never expected it to hold such a large influence even today.
Even if the Ursus Empire has long since covered up what happened at Chernobog.

Nine : The voices craving resistance are like water. They might be burnt and dry up, but they'll eventually return to the land as rain.

Ch'en : Returning to Ursus is easier said than done. There are too many factors involved, and more things for me to confirm.

Nine : That's your problem. Not ours.
Talulah...
Even if Reunion can turn a new leaf, representing once again freedom and happiness...
What about you, Talulah? Your sins can't be washed away. Your existence is Reunion's darkest history.
How can you face the pure-white tundra as you are?

Talulah : I know that I stand here today no longer as a leader, but as a symbol, a flag, or even... a weapon to be wielded.
But I'll take it. I'll accept the shackles you place on me. I've had many different identities—Draco, noble, leader, Infected... None of these matter anymore.
Today I remain only someone who once scattered the seeds of sin.
The wrongs I committed in Ursus, I will repay in Ursus.

Nine : Repay... you make it sound so simple.

Talulah : I will not act as just a flag this time.

Nine : Then how?

Talulah : I'll throw myself into a true blaze and let it all burn, until even the tundra's chill melts away.

Nine : ......

Talulah : I'll go back to Ursus... to truly face my own trial.
And you can be there to witness it, Nine.
Witness the end of Reunion, and the birth of something new from its corpse. That's what you truly want, is it not?

Nine : You really don't mind?

Talulah : The Reunion of my heart died long ago on the tundra... along with my companions.

Ch'en : ......

Nine : ......

Ch'en : I'll go with you.

Talulah : Scared I'll harm more innocents?

Ch'en : Both you and Nine.
After following Reunion for a while, I can confirm that the group has changed somewhat.
For good or bad... I can't say.
I don't want to miss your trial, but I also don't want to jump to any hasty conclusions about whether the path Nine insists on is correct.
From now on, I'll keep an eye on you as Rhodes Island Operator Ch'en.
I need to keep Rhodes Island informed, no matter what happens in Ursus.
Talulah, Nine... I'm responsible for you both.

Nine : ...Whatever.

Ch'en : Now, you should probably get going. Leave the soldiers to me. I'll catch up after I make sure they're okay.

Nine : We didn't say we'd wait for you.

Ch'en : Have you ever? I've always had to catch up on my own.

Nine : Hmph.
Onwards to Ursus then.

Talulah : ......
Onwards to Ursus.

「The flames continue to spread slowly from the tip of the blade.
Hot flames lick the bodies piled up in a corner, gently enveloping them.
Amid the light crackling of the fire, Talulah silently prays for the flames to bring them to a brighter and warmer place. 」

Trivia

The title means "Going on ahead to Ursus" in Russian.

Passing

Summary

After the battle at the walls, the defeat of the Sarkaz has led to more chaos in the city. Nowell helps Clovisia, leader of the Self-Salvation Corps, save the innocent citizens. He witnesses her death and lets his obsession go.

<Background 1>

[Crowd murmurs ]

Panicked Woman : Stay close to me, Ollie!
You've got to stick close if you don't want me carrying you! Grab onto my clothes, okay?
Mummy can't hold your hand right now... my palms are all slippery with sweat! So, grab on tight to my clothes.

Quiet Child : (Nods)

Panicked Woman : Colin! Colin?! Where are you? Is there a way out?
Oh no, oh no! This isn't going to work! We should head back home and hide! Ollie's too little for this!
Colin—

[Cannon blasts ]

Panicked Woman : Ah!

[Muffled Steps ]

Anxious Man : Over here! I found a way! The Exemplars are drawing the devils away! If we can avoid the explosions—

Panicked Woman : 'Avoid the explosions'?! Do you remember how Schwall from the grocer tripped and fell on that patch of red glow?
It was only a palm-sized wound, but it bled him dry. Did you forget?
It's like the blood was sucked right out of him... Can you really call that just an "explosion"?

Anxious Man : It's because his wound never healed! We'll be fine as long as we're careful not to get cut or scraped.
The one thing we can't do, is turn back.

Panicked Woman : The explosion just now sounded too close! I'd rather head back than die halfway without knowing what's happening.
Your grandmother's still in the city—

[Footsteps ]

Nowell : Going back now would only mean more danger.

Anxious Man : You're—

Nowell : We can't say for sure that all the Sarkaz have left the lockdown zone.

Anxious Man : You came from outside? Are you with the Exemplars? Are you here to help us? Please!

Nowell : ...Sorry, I'm not with the Exemplars, and I'm not here to rescue people.
I only came to Londinium to look for someone.

Panicked Woman : Who could be so important that you'd wear out your shoes running around Londinium at a time like this looking for them?
But if you're not with the Exemplars, then you're just another poor sod like us. Let's go back, Colin...

Nowell : ...
*sigh*

「The man sighs and looks around cautiously.
The optician has returned to Londinium for the first time in many years. But the view he sees now is as if he is looking at the city through a lens in the heat of his workshop, blurred and distorted.
By the time the image clears up, the only thing he can see is chaos. Trying to find an elusive presence in this bedlam will be no easy task, let alone someone whose appearance he does not even know. 」

Anxious Man : Could you show us the way out, good sir? I'll give you everything I have!
If you managed to enter the lockdown zone without a scratch, you must know a safe route. Please...

[Bags and its insides rustling ]

「The gaunt man empties his pockets, takes out a few pieces of bread from a bag, and tries to stuff them into Nowell's hands. The woman also takes out what few coins she has on her. 」

Nowell : ...

「Nowell does not take them. He shakes his head, knowing that it is a thin line that separates these three people from the exsanguinated corpse by the roadside.
And he stands behind that tiny divide, always a spectator.
He has tried to reach out before, but his hands cannot save everyone. 」

Nowell : I'm sorry...

Anxious Man : Sir!

Panicked Woman : Let's go, Colin. It's no use...

Anxious Man : There's no other way!

Nowell : ...I'm not with the Exemplars, but I know where their camp is.
I can take you there.

Anxious Man : ...! Th-Thank you! Thank you so much!

Nowell : But that's all I can do.

Anxious Man : I-It's plenty! We'll go with you!

Panicked Woman : What about your grandmother, Colin?

Anxious Man : We'll come back for her once it's all over. The devils may be cruel, but even they wouldn't hurt the helpless old folks in the Sanatorium...
Right?

Nowell : ...
I'll lead you out. After that...
You're on your own.

Anxious Man : That's plenty, good sir, I couldn't possibly ask for any more. Thank you so much!

Nowell : ...No need to thank me. Grab your child and follow me.
This way.

<Background 2>

[Footsteps ]

Nowell : This path will take you straight to the city walls.
The Exemplars have set up camp around a breach in the wall.
You could also seek refuge with the ducal alliance's army outside.

Anxious Man : We...

Panicked Woman : What about you, sir? I gather you aren't coming with us.
You saved our lives. I don't know how you did it, but if there's anything we can do for you...

Nowell : No need. My wounds have healed.

Panicked Woman : Even—even with your unique talents, the cannons won't show you any more mercy than they do us. You should come with us... you're Victorian too.

Nowell : No. I've... I've come this far.
I have to find the one I'm looking for. I have no reason to stop.

Panicked Woman : You mentioned you were looking for someone. Who?

「This is not the first time she's asked, but it is the first time she hears something other than calmness in his voice.
The numerous wounds the man took, which should have killed him many times over, have all healed. Any bleeding quickly stopped, and even Sarkaz Arts Circles could not affect him.
Only the pain persists. Even so, he clenches his fist. 」

Nowell : I'm looking for...
The one who gave me this "talent".

<Background 1>

[Muffled steps ]

Frightened Woman : Wh-What do we do, sir?

Nowell : This way. I'll shield you. Leave before the next barrage begins—

[Nowell gets shoved and someone rushed ]

Frantic Man : O-Out of the way!
Today I'm finally getting out of this hellhole!
Out of the way!

??? : Stay back, sir.
Children and the elderly have priority.

Frantic Man : The hell they do—

??? : The Self-Salvation Corps' evacuation route is the safest way. If you insist on leaving on your own...
Be my guest.

Frantic Man : ...

Nowell : ...Who are you?

??? : Me? I'm the leader of the Londinium Self-Salvation Corps. You can call me Clovisia.

Clovisia : I heard someone has been helping evacuate the citizens in this district. We appreciate your assistance.
The Self-Salvation Corps will take it from here.

Nowell : I can still help.

Clovisia : It's dangerous. We can't ask you to risk your life for others.
We cannot promise a reward either.

Nowell : No, you don't understand.

Clovisia : I'm afraid we don't have time to discuss this...

Nowell : *sigh*
Long story short, let's just say I've got a sort of curse on me. There's no need to worry about my safety. I'll cover you to help more people evacuate.

Clovisia : ...

Nowell : Besides, I'm still looking for someone here.

<Background 3>

[Crowd murmurs ]

Nowell : That's the last of them...
Where is that Self-Salvation Corps leader... Clovisia?
...

「Nowell looks around and grabs a man who looks like a worker passing by. 」

Nowell : Excuse me—

Injured Worker : Ouch!

Nowell : ...Sorry. I didn't notice that your other arm was injured.
I can treat your wound if you like.

Injured Worker : Never mind. What do you want?

Nowell : Have you seen Clovisia, the leader of the Self-Salvation Corps?
She was leading groups of citizens being evacuated. We agreed to meet back here before splitting up, but I haven't seen her.

Injured Worker : The citizens have been led to safety. As for her, she's probably still organizing the final evacuation efforts.
I can't be sure, though. We're all busy, after all.

Nowell : So she was here earlier?
Seems like your routes are quicker and safer than mine.

Injured Worker : We know the Londinium underground better, but nothing's completely safe.
Clovisia is needed at the frontline, guiding citizens away from the remaining Sarkaz mercs. You might find her in the lockdown zone, if you're not afraid of the devils' traps.
You seem to have rescued quite a few people yourself. You might be able to help out.

Nowell : ...Thank you.

[Frantic steps ]

Panicked Woman : —Sir! Good sir!
Have you seen my Ollie? My son, with the red-hair. Quiet boy, only about as tall as my knee. Have you seen him?

Nowell : What?

Panicked Woman : My son, he's gone... I lost him!

Anxious Man : Ollie—
Bloody hell, where did he go?

Panicked Woman : He kept asking about your grandmother, Colin... Maybe he was worried...

Nowell : Have you searched the area?

Anxious Man : Y-Yes! The folks who came with us helped out too. The only place left is the lockdown zone, but...

Nowell : That doesn't bother me. I'll go.

Injured Worker : But Clovisia is—

Nowell : Just tell her I've already brought those people out safely.

Panicked Woman : I'll go with you!

Nowell : No, you stay here.

Injured Worker : No, I mean Clovisia is back!
With a red-haired child in her arms!

[Frantic steps ]

Panicked Woman : —What? Where are they?

「Everyone looks in the direction the man is pointing.
That was when everything went wrong... 」

Nowell : No...

[Explosion ]

<Background fades out and in>

<Background fades out and in>

Nowell : —Everybody, get back!

Panicked Woman : It's Ollie! She has Ollie!

Nowell : Don't go!

[Ground shaking ]

「Nowell only has time to grab the hysterical woman.
A flash of red as far as the eye can see, and then the ground opens up like a gaping maw, swallowing the leader of the Self-Salvation Corps.
All eyes are trained on the epicenter of the tremor. The one within it holds the child tightly in her arms until the very end. 」

[Crumbling sounds ]

<Background 4>

「The dust cloud disperses, and all is quiet again, for now.
Partings like this have become a familiar sight to the people here. The outcome never changes, regardless of the victim. 」

<Background 3>

Nowell : *cough* *cough*...

[Hurried steps ]

Nowell : Wait! Keep your distance—

「Nowell knows all too well that there can sometimes be secondary explosions or aftershocks. 」

Panicked Woman : Ollie... Ollie!

Injured Worker : ...Get...
Get a search party together! Anyone who can still move!

[Frantic steps ]

Panicked Woman : S-Sir! You're still here! Please, help Ollie—
You're not afraid of the devils' traps, your wounds heal quickly, and you're so brave... Could you at least, b-bring him back...
He's still so little...

Nowell : ...

「In Nowell's long life, there have been precious few things he was able to control. He has an ocean of memories, but it is not up to him which ones float to the surface.
Like an ordinary mortal, he can be distracted by flashbacks of the past that seem to overlap with the present as he gathers the weight of all those years. 」

[Buzzing sound ]

<Background 5>

Nowell : This will do.

Distant Voice : Are you sure this is where we stop? Are you sure...
...you won't stay?
He's still so little...

Nowell : ...

Distant Voice : My youngest child, he doesn't even know the word "grandpa" yet...

Nowell : ...Too long.
It's been too long, my child.
I should have gone with your mother, but I've waited so long, long enough for you to grow older than your father.
I've accomplished nothing, spent my life in hesitation, and lingered in this world for far too long. So long, in fact, that I've become a stranger to the children.
If there is one way to end my fate as a bystander...
Now is the time.

[Buzzing sound ]

<Background 3>

「Nowell looks towards the scene of the explosion and collapse. In the hole formed from brick and rubble, he seems to see visions of a dark mire from a century past.
It was a morning like this. He had heard the same pleading, which he had, stubbornly, chosen to ignore, instead setting upon a path in search of a death that could never come. This time...
He will not make the same choice again. 」

Nowell : ...Clovisia shielded the child's head before she fell.

Panicked Woman : Sir—

Nowell : There's at least a chance that Ollie survived, but no more than a chance. But that's enough...
I will go and find them.

[Walking steps ]

<Background 4>

「Guided by the Self-Salvation Corps, Nowell attempts to enter the underground ruins, helped by his years of experience and sheer immortality. 」

Nowell : About three hundred meters to the west...

<Background 6>

「His steps are light and brisk, never stopping, until the sight before his eyes changes. 」

[Rustling sound ]

「A red-headed child lies quietly beside a pile of collapsed rubble, near the remnants of an activated Arts Circle. 」

Child : (Soft breathing)

Nowell : —!

[Rushing steps ]

「He hurries forward and takes the child into his arms. The boy's chest rises and falls rhythmically with his breathing.
He could have been asleep in bed, if not for the ash and gravel in his hair. 」

Nowell : Phew...
Just passed out, no serious injuries. He was left here by himself, but he didn't fall here directly...
Looks like I made it in time.
Clovisia could be nearby. She put Ollie here—
Clovisia! Are you there?
If you hear me, knock on something hard—
Clovisia?
Can you...

[Footsteps ]

「He takes a few steps, and comes face-to-face with the truth.
The young Self-Salvation Corps leader is half-buried in rubble, not stirring in the slightest.
Her eyelids are shut gently, naturally, as though she is only sleeping. Will she sleep here forever, underground?
A moment of pain in a fall that lasted seconds at most, leaving behind only peace. Nowell could not help but think— 」

'If I could die, would I die with the same expression on my face?'

[Ground shaking ]

<Background 4>

Nowell : —!
Clovisia!

[Ground shaking due to aftershocks ]

Nowell : —Argh!

<Background 7>

「The aftershock sends gravel flying, like a fowlbeast shaking off water after a rain. It is quick, scattered, and unpredictable.
Nowell did not even have time to check Clovisia for signs of life. 」

Nowell : No...

「As the place threatens to shake itself apart, he bends over and protects the child from falling rocks with his own body. The sharper pieces easily pierce his clothes and skin, digging deep into flesh and bone.
He remains unmoving, clenching his teeth, waiting for the tremors to cease. 」

??? : *sob*...

[Rustling sound ]

「He is awakened from his pained trance by the sound of crying.
The boy had awoken to find himself in a dark, unfamiliar underground space. Following his instincts, he began to cry helplessly. 」

Nowell : Good morning, Ollie.
It'll be okay. Everything will be okay. I'm here... it's Nowell.
*cough*, *cough*...
We've met before, remember?

「The aftershocks cease. Carrying Ollie with one hand and supporting himself with the other, he forces himself to sit up, pushing the weight off his back.
Fortunately, it is broken fragments of rock rather than a single, heavy slab, but he can still taste blood in his mouth as he moves.
In his arms, the child shakes his head helplessly in the darkness, hardly able to see anything. 」

Nowell : ...Clovisia.
She saved your life... I'll get you out safely.
Then I'll come back... to bring her back. This is no resting place for her.

「Nowell sits down, puts the trembling boy on the ground, and reaches behind to pull the fragments out from his own back.
The boy grabs Nowell's clothes. 」

[Clothes rustling ]

Nowell : Don't worry, I'm not leaving you behind.

Quiet Child : (Shakes head)

Nowell : It's okay. It won't kill me.
Nothing can.

「A smile, understood only by him, appears on his lips. Meanwhile, his fingers locate the final fragment, lodged between his scapula.
He grits his teeth and pulls it out. 」

Nowell : Argh...
Did I spook you, Ollie? Sorry.
Don't worry. Come with me, and I'll get you out. Whatever it takes.

「Enduring pain had become a habit. Nowell lifts the child again and searches his memory for a path that will take them to safety. 」

<Background 7>

[Footsteps ]

Nowell : I came from... this way.
Hang in there, Ollie. We'll get you out soon. Your parents are waiting—

Quiet Child : (Shakes head)

Nowell : What is it?

[Rustling sound ]

Quiet Child : (Struggles)

Nowell : Uh—
You want to get down? It's quicker and safer if I carry you. Don't you want to see your mum sooner?

[Rustling sound ]

Quiet Child : (Jumps down)

[Steps down ]

Nowell : ...Alright. Stick close to me, and don't let go.

「The child nods and grabs the corner of Nowell's clothes. He even wraps it around his palm tightly without being told, indicating that he understands Nowell. 」

Nowell : Alright. Let's—

??? : ...You have walked a long path...
...Poor soul...

「Suddenly, he hears an ethereal voice echoing in every direction.
A mist spreads in the darkness, surrounding him. 」

??? : Why have you come?

Nowell : ...

「Nowell can recognize that voice anywhere.
He cannot move. A sudden, cold fury buffets his reason, nailing him to the spot. 」

??? : What do you want?

Nowell : Stop.

「He does not know why the voice chose this moment to appear. Instinctive mistrust overcomes all judgment. 」

Nowell : Stop your parlor tricks.

??? : I thought you wanted to meet me.

Nowell : What are you talking about?!
Who are you? Where are you?

??? : I am here. You came for me, and I came for you.
All you need to do... is open your eyes.

Nowell : ...

「Nowell has never seen the owner of the voice, nor gathered any clues about their appearance. Over the long years, all he could do was to piece together rumor after rumor, letting questions simmer into hatred.
If this voice is real and not his imagination, then it must... 」

Nowell : Is that so? Then I'm sure you can tell me...
Are you the wish-granting fairy? Or the powerful "Nation's Sentinel"?

「The unicorn, hidden in the shadows of history, is both benefactor and villain. 」

Unicorn : I am all that, and none of that.
I am merely here now to promise reparation to you, poor soul.

Nowell : ...
You don't even know my name. What I went through must have been insignificant, hardly a footnote to a legend like you, compared to the affairs you've meddled with.

Unicorn : That is untrue.
You harbored a possibility that I placed hope in. How would one little weed of unknown breed grow if it never wilts? And how will it affect the lands around it?
That was my thought when I bestowed immortality upon you. What should have been a blessing.

Nowell : Blessing. Pft.
Your arrogant "blessing" has brought me nothing but an eternity of pain.

Unicorn : ...That was not my intention.

Nowell : But that's what it became. Death by a thousand cuts, except you wouldn't even let me die!
It's nothing but a curse!

Unicorn : I understand your anger.
Tell me. What will make you feel better?

Nowell : ...Hah.
...
What, will you "bestow" another "blessing" upon me?

「Nowell can feel the child grab his clothes even tighter. 」

Nowell : Can you hear me, Ollie?

Quiet Child : (Nods)

Nowell : This voice is a liar. Don't listen to it. Don't think about it.
I'll take you out of here.
Whoever you are, you can ask those legendary heroes who dance with you. Me, I'm leaving.

Unicorn : Few are those who hold the helm in the tides of history.

Nowell : Are you complaining? To me?

Unicorn : ...If you consider my blessing a curse, I might offer you reparations.
Make a wish. What is it that you want?

Nowell : ...

A name, thinks Nowell. Just a name. This bastard, this villain who stands ever on high because of her powers, has long forgotten the weed's name.

Unicorn : You have a chance... You have already gained much more than the common man.

She must be filled with pity as she gazes upon me—
'You poor, insignificant creature. I will help you. I will help you, always.'
'Let us wipe away the tragic past with a beautiful future.'

Nowell : Haha.

Unicorn : Have you made up your mind?

Nowell : Let's go, Ollie. We've wasted enough time here.

Unicorn : ...

Quiet Child : (Grabs Nowell's clothes tightly)

Nowell : Yes, child, I'm here.
Don't be afraid of the voice. It's just a bad guy, no different from the ones ravaging the city above.
I'll come back to catch it later. But first, I need to get you out.

[Footsteps ]

<Background 4>

Unicorn : ...

<Background 4>

[Breathes out ]

Nowell : Phew...

<Background fades out and in>

[Frantic steps ]

Excited Worker : —It's Ollie! Mr. Nowell found him!
Over here! A hand!

Nowell : Careful, child.

[Crowding steps ]

Nowell : I'll lift you up. Take it easy—

Excited Worker : No worries, sir! I'm up here! I'll grab him!

[Rustling sound ]

Excited Worker : Your turn, Mr. Nowell! Are you hurt? Do you need a hand?

Nowell : No need.

Nowell clambers up friskily, but stops at the edge of the tunnel entrance rather than walking towards the crowd gathered not too far away.
He looks up again at the sun shrouded by thick clouds. It is one of countless sunrises he has seen, but this one is a little different, because of those who have lived to see it.

<Background 2>

Panicked Woman : Ollie! My baby!
Oh, the fright you gave me! Next time, I'm holding onto you and never letting go... I won't let this happen again!
Wh-Where did this blood come from? Are you hurt?

Quiet Child : (Shakes head)

Panicked Woman : Strange, I don't see any wounds...

Quiet Child : (Looks at Nowell)

Anxious Man : Ollie, where's the lady who found you first? Is she still...

Quiet Child : (Shakes head)

Anxious Man : She wasn't down there?

Quiet Child : (Shakes head)

Anxious Man : Oh, you're always like this... Well, it's all good. I'm so glad you came back safely.
Thank you so much, Mr. Nowell—

「The man waves at Nowell with something other than anxiety or panic on his face.
It is a smile of gratitude, with a sincerity that makes Nowell awkward. All he can do is nod and smile back. 」

Nowell : You're... welcome...

「But the man keeps walking until he is right in front of him, and reaches out a hand, as though words alone cannot express his gratitude. And so Nowell keeps the smile on his face and shakes the extended hand, almost unconsciously.
Only then does he finally realize that pain is spreading, from his back to his chest to the rest of his body. He has difficulty breathing and bends down, grabbing his own collar.
The wounds he received from the rubble have still not started to heal. 」

Anxious Man : —Sir? Are you okay?!
My goodness, your back! I didn't realize you were so badly injured—we have to find a doctor!
Oh, how silly of me, you're a doctor yourself...

Nowell : I'm... injured?

Anxious Man : Th-The wound on your back! It's still bleeding! It's so big... and there's more than one!

Nowell : Are they not healing yet?

Anxious Man : N-No. That's normal for us, but I suppose it must be strange to you.
What happened down there? How did you get hurt?
That leader of the Self-Salvation Corps is down there too, isn't she?
She protected Ollie. I have to do something for her... At least bring her body back.

Nowell : Clovisia.

Anxious Man : Her name was Clovisia? That does ring a bell now that you mention it. I didn't even get a good look at her before it all happened.
I heard she was a great woman.

Nowell : ...

I'm the leader of the Londinium Self-Salvation Corps. You can call me Clovisia.
'I am all that, and none of that.'
We cannot promise a reward either.
'I am merely here now to promise reparation to you, poor soul.'
I'm afraid we don't have time to discuss this...
'Tell me. What will make you feel better?'

Nowell : A great woman?
Hah...
I don't...
I don't know.

「Clovisia... he had passed right by the one he spent his entire life looking for, without even realizing it.
But it is no longer important. With great effort, Nowell looks up, fighting against the pain and difficulty of breathing.
In his blurry vision, he sees a child clutching his mother's hand tightly. The boy is the very picture of health, his hair and skin a warm color, with a smile on his face, just like... 」

Anxious Man : I-I'll take you to the Self-Salvation Corps! Or the Exemplars! They must have medics!

Nowell : No...

Anxious Man : What? Why?

Just like the sun.

Anxious Man : M-Mr. Nowell! Are you okay?
Hang in there!

「Nowell falls to his knees, no longer able to support his own weight. It is as though the fatigue of a hundred years of wandering has come upon him in an instant.
Before his hands and feet grow cold from blood loss, he curls his body down, ignoring the searing pain as the wounds on his back stretch, until his head touches the ground.
It is a posture of worship and reverence, but he is not praying to anyone.
He lifts his head after a little while. 」

[Rustling sound ]

Nowell : The leader of the Self-Salvation Corps was not in the ruins.

[Heartbeat ]

「The pain lingers, as does the urge to cry his heart out. But all is silent, and only the beating of the heart resonates in his chest.
The thing that would make him happy, the thing that can kill him... it is already here. 」

Anxious Man : What was that?

Nowell : Clovisia wasn't there.

Anxious Man : What about your injuries—

Nowell : Right now, rather than spending my time on futile efforts...
I should spend it on saving more people.

Canoes off the Riverside

Summary

A Rose Riverside's Canoe finds the trail of her missing princess in Londinium, but she does not expect yet another parting waiting for her at its end.

<Background 1>

The soil of this foreign land is soaked with the blood of the Sarkaz.
Churned, jumbled. I can sense a chaotic mess of emotions tangled together.
Hesitation, wrath, cowardice, homesickness. Was this what you wished for, Your Highness?
...
Sleep, my kin. As long as blood continues to flow, relief from pain will soon follow.
...Have I arrived too late? Perhaps.
If the war can truly come to an end, if this end can truly determine who wins and who loses... When have we Sarkaz ever won, I ask?
I have never been fond of watching the clock, mind you. I prefer to keep time with the pulsing of my heart.
It told me to come here, and so I came.

<Background 2>

Kal'tsit : As far as I was aware, Rose Riverside was dissolved after your princess fled far away and the Canoes scattered.
Quite a few former Canoes have gone on to serve the Military Commission.
Reestablishing our long-lost contact right after the Commission's decline suggests you want something from me. I can't guarantee you'll get it.

Mysterious Vampire : Not even for old-time's sake? You're the same as ever, Kal'tsit.
It's hard to believe how much Amiya has grown. No doubt she's keeping an eye on me, yes?

Kal'tsit : A necessary precaution.
Logos warned us of your appearance.
Since we withdrew from the falling airship, you are the first outsider to reach our safe house.

Mysterious Vampire : ..."Outsider".
Are you like me, Dame Kal'tsit—most difficult to persuade when we're in the throes of grief?

Kal'tsit : This is not a Babel safe house, Entelechia.

Entelechia : ...
Hearing that codename coming from your lips truly takes me back.
I passed by the charnel house that is Londinium on my way here. I rescued a few fortunate souls, and sent off a few unfortunate ones.
It brings me no joy to see my countrymen spill their blood on foreign soil, Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : I don't recall you being such a sentimental person.

「The Vampire goes silent. Kal'tsit sees she has no intention of answering. 」

Kal'tsit : Why would you risk crossing the battlefields of Victoria to see me, Entelechia?
If you require assistance, Theresis would be the better option.

Entelechia : No need for these probing questions, Kal'tsit. I'd rather not have anything to do with the Regent. Perhaps some of the sisters agree with him, but as you know...
Ever since Her Highness Theresa's untimely accident at Babel, there has been less and less contact between us. Our sororal bonds have weakened.
But that is not why I came to find you, Kal'tsit. I intend to help Ascalon with a trifling matter, one that will allow her to enter the city a tad easier.

Kal'tsit : What do you want?

Entelechia : ...

Kal'tsit : According to our latest intelligence, the Military Commission is strengthening its control within the city.
The Nachzehrer troops and the ducal armies are facing each other down at the city walls. The situation is ever-changing.

Entelechia : Oh, I know, I know. But such an adorable and studious youngster as her is well worth the effort to look after.

Kal'tsit : That is not what I mean. Given the circumstances, you should have been unable to find any trace of Ascalon. I am very familiar with her ways.

Entelechia : She is wounded. Gravely so.

Kal'tsit : ...
She's never used something like that as an excuse to lower her guard.

Entelechia : You really trust her. It's hard to say whether I should be happy or worried for her that you hold her in such high regard.

Kal'tsit : Who is helping you with this?

Entelechia : Trickster, one of our sharp-eyed sisters. As a technician, she was able to hunt down a few clues I was looking for in Londinium.

Kal'tsit : Her? I remember you all cherished her and would never have approved of putting her in the middle of this battle. And according to the vows made by all you Canoes, none of you should even be here.

Entelechia : ...As I suspected, you know of our plight. Her intelligence was right. You have a trail leading to the princess.
As I'm sure you're well aware, Dame, I am the only one who will not and can not leave this river of blood.
Do you still doubt me, even after all I said?

Kal'tsit : Rhodes Island thanks you for your assistance. We will repay the Canoes in kind, just as Theresa did during the Babel years.
I will tell you all I know in regard to that princess.

Entelechia : Thank you, Kal'tsit.
On another note, while I was in the bowels of the city, I caught a whiff of Duq'arael's stench. While I would love to help settle that matter for you while I'm there—
I will need help from your people.

Kal'tsit : I'm afraid Rhodes Island does not have any more to spare inside the city.
...
There is a local faction known as Millscar. Finding them should not be a challenge for you.
They are close to the heart of the storm, but are determined to avoid entangling themselves with any of the involved parties. A stance you would find familiar, I'm sure.

Entelechia : You would trust someone like that?

Kal'tsit : We retain shared interests, for the time being.
If the Military Commission has other plans for Duq'arael's arrangements, they will undoubtedly affect the ducal alliance's next moves... or even disrupt the Exemplars' plans to enter the city.
Neither Rhodes Island nor Millscar wishes to see such an outcome.

Entelechia : Haha. You really haven't changed one bit. Did this plan come from you, or that commander of yours?

Kal'tsit : It is Rhodes Island's plan.

Entelechia : ...Rhodes Island. Very well, do send my regards to your commander. Though I fear I'm simply another lost memory at this point.
Dame, there is a question that's been eating away at me, one I was hoping you could answer.
Aside from His Highness the Regent, I'm afraid only you hold the answer. After all, you were the only ones who made it from the airship.

Kal'tsit : Is a question you already know the answer to really so important?

Entelechia : ...Of course it is.
If one does not see it with one's own eyes, hear it with one's own ears, say it with one's own mouth, then saying goodbye becomes quite a challenge.
Even though my heart sensed the echo of the myriad souls as they left with such clarity, I still ask myself over and over if she was among them.
And so I must ask... Has Her Highness left us once more?

<Background 3>

Summer, 1094, after the fall of Babel
Southern Region of Kazdel

Sarkaz Mercenary : *cough*, *cough*...

Entelechia : I've left you your life, and a knife. I'd say that's a very generous price for answering my question.
Who hired you all to kill me? Few even know of our existence.

Sarkaz Mercenary : I'm dead either way, so do me a favor and be quick about it—

??? : 'Release' him.

Young Sarkaz : I mean with a quick death like he asked for, Entelechia.
As long as he spills enough blood, you can always just tear out the memories you want from him, right?

Sarkaz Mercenary : ...

Entelechia : Well, since you mention it—

「The Vampire raises her hand.
The crimson shackles binding the mercenary disappear into nothingness. 」

Entelechia : I find I'm rather against that suggestion.

Sarkaz Mercenary : ...?!

Entelechia : Go on then, mercenary. As you can see, I have far too many people trying to kill me at the moment. I shan't be remembering your face.
No need to thank me.

Young Sarkaz : Watching that cringeworthy performance of yours was painful.

Entelechia : Not many know the name 'Rose Riverside'. I didn't have to do anything to him to guess who's hunting us.
Her Highness has only just left us, and those who have hidden in the shadows for too long are only too eager to act.
...
You played your part well, though. Otherwise, it would have been such a bother finding an excuse to let him go.

Young Sarkaz : Don't misunderstand me. Her Highness is dead, and I have no intention of following the Regent to throw my life away in Victoria.
Which is why I found my own way forward, one that lets me live.

Entelechia : It almost sounds like you want to kill me too, Milton.

Milton : Even if I did, I couldn't touch you... or any of you, for that matter.
If not, I'd have taken back my sister a long time ago.

Entelechia : You best make yourself scarce, then.

「The young mixed-blood Sarkaz does not do so, instead tightening his grip on his knife. 」

Milton : Hah.

Entelechia : You helped your sister deliver messages, which is why I remember you. My memories hold true, and whatever your role may be now, it has no bearing on them—

<Background fades out and in>

Milton : You and I both know what Her Highness's passing means for Kazdel.
I sense a storm approaching, and none of us can escape it.

Entelechia : I do not wish for your sister to mourn. Leave while you still can.
The situation is rather murky at the moment, and the sisters have scattered. Even I am having trouble tracking them down.
The chaos in Kazdel has forced me to bid many a farewell. There are fewer and fewer informants I can speak to as the days go by.
I do not intend on losing another sister because of you.

Milton : ...There's nowhere any of you can hide.
Most of the people after you aren't doing it out of hatred, but for the information you have.
Even if the Military Commission says they won't hunt down anyone with ties to Babel, do you really think they'd let you waltz away with all those secrets spilling out of your pockets?

Entelechia : Hmph.
I'd like to see them try and stop me.
You're on a fool's errand, Milton.

Milton : I'm just a worthless merc, but if I really do manage to bring your head in, at least I'll have a chance to protect my sister.
I'm out of options, Entelechia!

<Background fades out and in>

「With a burst of speed, the young Sarkaz swings his sword, but Entelechia's scythe does not block his attack as he expected.
Instead, the Vampire's body slowly dissipates like a fog of blood, fading into the background. 」

Milton : Tch.

Entelechia : You could have been more honest from the start.
If I promise you that none living shall approach this street, will you speak with candor?

Milton : ...

Entelechia : Yes, exactly what you're thinking. Your friends in ambush will not be coming.

Milton : You're not as calm as you're pretending to be either.
You pretend your pursuers bother you and claim you acted only to expose a traitor.
Then you send everyone who finds you back to reveal your location, all so that anyone with a grudge against the Canoes will focus solely on you.
I heard from my sister that you were the one who cleaned up after every operation. The cleaner, they call you.
Once when she barely escaped by the skin of her teeth, you used a similar method to draw attention to yourself.
Though it involved faking an injury that time. You were losing a lot of blood, true, but the Arts you used was powerful enough to turn everyone who even glanced at you into a fine red mist.
My sister risked her life to let you all "cleanse" her blood, turning her into a pure Vampire... but even she couldn't eat for days after seeing that.

Entelechia : I did endeavor not to splash too much blood. I'm not fond of working in such a garish fashion myself—

Milton : No. What I hate is your arrogance.
You think you can bear the entire blood debt of Rose Riverside by yourself.

Entelechia : ...And what makes you say that?
If I really were as capable as you claim, I would have held on to my sisters and have them accompany me upon this river of blood.
And Rose Riverside would not have scattered so prematurely...
I wish I'd had time to do more than clean-up duty during the crux of the civil war. I was so busy I didn't even hear the whispers in the wind.
And that was that. I could not save Theresa, nor a single Canoe.
Even what you're willing to do for your sister now, I cannot do myself.

Milton : ...
What the—?!

Entelechia : Shh.

「A sparkling, blood-red gem slowly falls in front of Milton, as Entelechia's countenance grows even paler. 」

Entelechia : Take it back to the one you believe can save your sister. There are only two people in this entire land who can tell the difference between it and my Little Garnet. I can promise you that much.

Milton : Your... earring?

Entelechia : More than that... but you needn't know. Now go.
I wish you the best of luck, just as I do for my sisters.

Milton : What about you?

Entelechia : Judging by what you're holding, am I not already slain by your hand?

Milton : ...

Entelechia : If you have the chance to see your sister again, tell her I will find that woman, and have her provide an answer to all us sisters.

Milton : This princess of yours, is she a traitor? A liar? Or something else?

Entelechia : ...

「By the time the scent of blood wafts over in the breeze, she has already gone. 」

Milton : ...Thank you.

<Background 4>

October 1098
Interior of the Shard, Londinium

Entelechia : Can you hear me?
I'm inside the Military Commission's command center. The communications shutdown has been lifted.

Voice over the Wireless : That's mighty quick of you, Entelechia.

Entelechia : Naturally. Same old trick of mine.
While I was dealing with Duq'arael's altar, I found quite a few people lying in pools of blood. Some were closer to the Military Commission than others.
There was still information on the command center in their memories.

Voice over the Wireless : Ah... Seems my divination today was off the mark.
Today's blood drops were in the shape of two swords. Thought it meant you would have to face off against the Royal Court's army and have a tough time getting in.

Entelechia : Still playing at fortune teller, are you?

「The sound of something falling passes through the wireless communicator, distant and fuzzy. 」

Entelechia : ...Are you alright over there?

Voice over the Wireless : Dammit, tripped over a cable again.
Anyway, with a body as bad as mine, I'm not casting any crazy blood Arts any time soon. Just let me mess around with a couple of drops now and then, okay?

Entelechia : Won't you consider telling me where you're hiding right now?

Voice over the Wireless : Why fix what isn't broken? Even back in Rose Riverside, when we Canoes were close as anything, nobody knew my hiding place.

Entelechia : But now that you're in Londinium, there's nowhere that can guarantee your safety.

Voice over the Wireless : No need to worry about me.
Found the target, to the northeast. Sounds like there are two teams. Make sure to avoid them.

Entelechia : Understood.
We may have destroyed the Commission's command structure, but the mercenaries who are taking it over are unfamiliar faces.

Voice over the Wireless : —Bzzzzz...

Entelechia : ...Are you still there?

Voice over the Wireless : I'm here. Sisters working together, just like old times.

Entelechia : Yes, just like old times.
The three in charge of those mercenaries had some past dealings with Babel.
I may be here at Kal'tsit's request, but I doubt we would get very far using our old friendship as leverage.
Would you say this goes against our sisterly vows?

Voice over the Wireless : I'd say it all depends on how you see it. No Canoe shall interfere in matters related to Babel... It was you who set that rule.
Some people don't really mind killing their own, you know.

Entelechia : With more rules comes less trouble. I know what us sisters are like... and how bad the blood can run between us at times.

Voice over the Wireless : Yep. Some join, so obviously there'll be some who leave too.
We have to accept that, Entelechia.

Entelechia : This does not explain her sudden disappearance, though. I should think that I know her the best.

Voice over the Wireless : Obviously. No one else has got a single drop of her blood on them.

Entelechia : Which means her departure was truly without warning, rather than us missing a sign.

Voice over the Wireless : Sounds like you've doubted yourself.
Join the club. It was only after it happened that I really got into this "divination" thing.
It's never accurate, more like a game of associations that gets you thinking. But at least it gives me some sort of warning, reminding me to be mentally ready for any and all changes.
I'll help you out. At the very least, we know she came by Londinium.
Two heads are better than one, and one clue's better than none, right—
Hold on. There's movement outside the command center. Victorian alliance troops are locking horns with a group of unknown Sarkaz.

Entelechia : Those would be the mercenaries who have come to take charge.
It would seem they're right behind us.
I'll tidy up this command center for them then, save them the trouble later.
Would you mind leading the way?

Voice over the Wireless : No problem. I'm always here.

<Background 5>

After Babel's seizure of the Military Commission command center
Londinium

Kal'tsit : Entelechia.

Entelechia : ...You're late, Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : Drafting a final plan of attack demanded my time. It's rare to see you absent-minded.
Rhodes Island's medical operators can provide standard medical aid, but if a Vampire does not wish to staunch their own bleeding, I'm afraid there is little they can do.

Entelechia : It's nothing. Who doesn't bleed a little in battle?
I was simply pondering the shape this bloodstain has taken. It seems like a bad omen, no?
But do go on, Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit : ...Forgive me, but as usual, I can only thank you in a personal capacity for destroying Duq'arael's remaining Arts circles and saving Londinium from yet another calamity.

Entelechia : To be fair, I only did so out of my loathing for Duq'arael.
It wasn't to help you, and certainly not to help those Victorians.

Kal'tsit : Nonetheless, your action helped clear many obstacles for Wiš'adel and her people.

Entelechia : True, true. I trust you'll remember my help today, Dame.

Kal'tsit : Naturally. About the information you gleaned from within the Arts circles of blood, have you told Millscar?

Entelechia : Just a hint, but that little kitten is smart enough to figure it out.

Kal'tsit : When the Victorians and Sarkaz began hostilities, it was inevitable that some among them would seek cooperation over common interests.
This war must end. These problems must be left to Londinium, to Victoria itself.
Amiya and the Doctor are currently fighting their own fight with the Victorian delegation to bring things to a peaceful close.
If negotiations go as we hope, all the Sarkaz will leave at the appointed time. The tragedy of Londinium can end.
The more one knows about the past, the more worries it add to their brow.

Entelechia : It almost sounds like you're mocking yourself, O Nearly-All-Knowing Dame Kal'tsit.
Four years ago, I found a Babel in complete disarray. We may have had our similarities in that sense.
Us cleaners really hate having to leave, and are disinclined to accept defeat. So I stayed, wanting to piece back together all the shattered fragments.

Kal'tsit : ...As promised, I've synced what I know about your princess to the frequency band you provided. It's just scraps of information, but it should be enough to help you.

Entelechia : Thank you, Kal'tsit.
If you and Rhodes Island still need any assistance, do tell me now. Getting all the Sarkaz to agree to leave is hardly the easiest matter, after all.

Kal'tsit : There is one thing you must know. The person receiving this information did not respond.

Entelechia : ...?!

Kal'tsit : Closure managed to triangulate the approximate location of the band signal, albeit with great difficulty, but our people were prevented from approaching.
No, rather than "prevented", they were being distracted. This sort of activity can only mean there are people in the shadows with their own purposes.

Entelechia : After me, perhaps?

<Background 1>

"No need to be in such a rush, Entelechia. Run as fast as you like, but that bouquet will wilt before you get past that battlefield no matter what."
"There are no roses in Kazdel, true. Even if you do bring some for your sisters to see, they might not like them. You should toss the bouquet once the flowers are wilted."
"I am also unsure what awaits us once we return to the city of the Sarkaz."
"Though with how well you've become in combat and Arts, there should only be one thing you need to be ready for."
"I hope you have learned how to grieve, how to say farewell, Entelechia. It is easy to live with a heart full of hate, but it is hard to bear the pain of love."
"Saying farewell is what causes us to grieve. And so, I will see Her Highness Theresa's wish fulfilled."
"I want you there with me when it becomes fulfilled."
"Will you agree to that, Entelechia?"

<Background 6>

Entelechia : ...

「Entelechia enters the ruins.
A few frightened civilians follow her at a distance, their eyes locked onto her, muttering curses under their breath. None dare to throw the bricks they hold in their hands.
A dried streak of blood trails across the ground, as if someone was dragged. It winds past a fallen wall, wrecked in the fighting, and skirts around a rusty assembly line.
Trickster lies motionless, her face drained of blood, a shattered receiver still clutched tightly in her arms.
Blood drips out of the terrifying wound on her, crimson as ever.
A frail Vampire died in Londinium, a sight all too common. Nobody cares why she died, but nobody can take away her dignity in death. 」

Entelechia : —
Your blood still isn't dry... Someone has kept the last of your dignity.
...Only someone living can leave behind minute Arts such as this, Arts of life—
My Princess, is this... is this all the mercy you could spare?

"You ended up coming here after all, Entelechia."

「As her finger dips into the blood, a host of information springs up before her eyes. Through this blood, Entelechia communes with the consciousness of the deceased before it disperses completely. 」

Entelechia : ...Who killed you?

"I hid away too long and got hungry, decided to go out for a walk. Someone hit me. I knew I couldn't escape, so I didn't bother to stop the bleeding."

「As Rose Riverside's "cleaner", she has seen too many of her compatriots fallen in pools of their own blood.
The shadows of these grisly scenes serve as elucidators of information in her mind's eye, fitting together into a vague memory. 」

Entelechia : Was it the Victorians, or the Military Commission—

"No need to be mad at anyone about this. If Rose Riverside hadn't taken me in, a Vampire as weak as me wouldn't have made it past the civil war."
"You all always said I was the only one of us sisters with sharp eyes, so whenever any surprises happened, even a small breakdown at the Furnace, I'd be the first you all fussed over."
"That's all I ever needed. I'm so glad I met you all."

「The memories continue further into the past. A familiar figure steps out of the river of blood, quietly watching them.
It is Trickster's memory, and the memories of all the Canoes. As the warmth dies away in the blood, so too does the memory of the dead slowly dry up.
Not many Canoes have left them, but none left in silence. No matter how dire the situation, they always spared the time to grieve for a lost sister.
At least, they did, once upon a time. 」

Entelechia : No, wait—What about the people we're looking for? Are you really alright with this?
Didn't you want to bring back all our sisters too?

「She sees no information. There is no answer from the blood.
But unexpectedly, her finger touches something solid. 」

"Take away your hand. Do not tarry in this river of blood."

Entelechia : ...?!

「She knows this crystal. Of course she does.
It is a drop of her own blood. A vow. The beginning of Rose Riverside.
There is no information within the pure crystal, merely the lingering warmth of Arts. 」

Entelechia : My Princess... Why did you choose to return this to me now? Why now, of all times?
You were here, so why did you leave so soon?
Was it because you could not save her? Or was it because of the war that barely ended? Because of all that transpired years ago?
Or maybe... it's simply to say farewell...

<Background 7>

Kal'tsit : Not planning on staying in Londinium?

Entelechia : I have found the answer I sought.

Kal'tsit : That princess of yours did come by this city.
Neither the Military Commission's information network nor our covert web in Londinium could find anything on her. This is not good for us.

Entelechia : She did not come here for the war.
'Rose Riverside will no longer take part in anything to do with Babel.' A rule I set myself. She would not have violated it.
Kal'tsit, she may have simply come to say farewell to Her Highness... Or perhaps it was to stop Trickster and I from continuing our search...

Kal'tsit : The sudden disappearance of your princess on the eve of Babel's collapse is suspicious enough. I cannot even confirm if she left on Theresa's orders.
Until we know where she truly stands, Rhodes Island cannot rule out the possibility that she might interfere with our plans.
Even if I too wish to believe that she has simply come to say her goodbyes.

Entelechia : I will find her, Kal'tsit. The final clues Trickster left for me will be enough.
She owes me an answer, too.

Kal'tsit : If you need assistance, we are still happy to—

Entelechia : I know you are going to say that Rhodes Island wants to help.
But Rhodes Island and Babel are very different beasts. I do not wish for Rhodes Island to be ensnared in the past once again. I believe Her Highness would not want it either.

Kal'tsit : Our name may have changed, Entelechia, but our mission hasn't.
Rhodes Island will not continue down Babel's doomed path, but we will never deny the ideals Babel showed us.
Besides, I want the truth too.

Entelechia : ...I thank you for your kindness.
A drifting canoe needs its berth, and for us, that can only be Kazdel...
The Royal Court, shaped by Duq'arael, reeks with a stench that displeases the sisters. No doubt, sooner or later, another vile creature will emerge from his pool of blood.
Perhaps I will rope in some other Canoes in due time, to cross the river of blood once more, and return to the city Her Highness built.
I foresee Kazdel having even greater need of us in the wake of this war than Babel ever did.

Kal'tsit : I fear persuading those sisters of yours will not be easy. Not to mention your drifter of a princess.

Entelechia : ...
I believe in the vows of us Canoes, even if many of us detest each other.
Send this petal of Trickster's to Kazdel in my stead, Dame. See her home.

「She slowly opens her hand, revealing a sparkling, blood-red crystal. She did all she could to preserve the longing lingering in her sister's veins. 」

Kal'tsit : You have my promise, and Rhodes Island's as well.

Entelechia : Then don't blame me when trouble comes knocking on your door.

Kal'tsit : It has been a long time since Rhodes Island was as weak as you imagine, Entelechia.

Entelechia : We can only hope. Goodbye, Kal'tsit.

"The warmth in this drop of blood will never die, just as us Canoes will never drown in the river of blood. This is our vow."
"I promise you..."
"For our farewell, I shall grieve. I would much prefer to part less often, but..."
"...Goodbye, Entelechia."

Another Breath of Death

Summary

The Nachzehrer King makes a final stand at the Palace of Westhaleg. He lets the Doctor's group through to Theresis, and enjoys his last war alone.

<Background 1>

Can you hear Victoria cry, o kings of yore?
Fires burn my mother's skin...
I fly above her head, but do not hear her cry for help.
Only lament.
But who does she lament for—

Paprika : ...

Ines : Don't bother collecting the bodies of the Steam Knights and mercenaries. The Victorians already built this tomb for them.

Paprika : I know, Ines, but...

「Paprika clenches the blood-stained piece of paper in her hand and tries to imagine what it felt like as the Steam Knight wrote these words. 」

Paprika : This is the Steam Knights' home, but the Sarkaz shouldn't be left here.
If Hoederer can really bring everyone back to Kazdel with the Lifebone, can we take them with us too?

Ines : If you've already made up your mind, then go ahead.
But are you sure about this, Paprika? You aren't from Kazdel.

Paprika : I—I can always find a way back to Columbia if I need to—

??? : It's safer to travel back with the group for now.

Hoederer : Who knows what they'd do to you if you stayed in Victoria, or tried to head back to Columbia now?
Given the circumstances—
Ngh!

Ines : Stop pretending you're not injured.

Hoederer : I won't die. I can't die. Besides, we're already taking too long.

Paprika : How is the Lifebone's recovery going?

Hoederer : It'll make it to Kazdel... provided no one 'accidentally' damages it again.

Wiš'adel : Oh, was that meant for me?
Guess YOUR recovery's going just fine.

Ines : How are things looking outside, W?

Wiš'adel : ...
I'll let you off the hook about the name this time, Ines.

Ines : Even better. How are things looking outside, W?

Wiš'adel : The Victorians made a big push right after the fire on the walls. The Nachzehrer lines collapsed right away.

Hoederer : What about the Nachzehrer King?

Wiš'adel : Still kicking, but he retreated into the city—

Paprika : I—Is there any news about the General, Miss Wiš'adel?

Wiš'adel : Nope. Could be dead for all I know.

Paprika : ...

Hoederer : Manfred wouldn't die so easily.

Wiš'adel : But the chaos outside is a problem.
Based on intel my guys collected, Nezzsalem is still sitting cozy, even though the Military Commission screwed this battle up big time.
And while I'd love to blow Theresis to smithereens, I gotta admit...
He's a cunning enough bastard that there's no way his forces would back down that easy.
I'm thinking your plan needs to be moved up, Hoederer.

Hoederer : The Lifebone is ready.
Whatever the Regent is scheming, we should prepare to leave with the ones who've been dragged into this mess... before the Sarkaz purge begins.

Ines : I doubt the Victorians would let them go so easily.

Hoederer : I know, but...

Wiš'adel : Since when did we need the Victorians' permission to do anything?
I've got an idea.
But first, we'll need to capture the Commission's command center. Say, in the name of Babel.
You guys just wait here for my orders—

Ines : An idea isn't a plan, W, but you seem confident.
Fine, let's go. I've spent enough time underground.

Wiš'adel : Er, doesn't Hoederer need someone to take care of him?

Ines : I have it on good authority that he won't die.

Hoederer : ...Yes, that's what I said.
Whatever the Regent and Nachzehrer are planning at the Palace of Westhaleg, the fate of the survivors is probably not their priority.
We can't just sit back and watch. You can tell us about your idea on the way.

Wiš'adel : Hmph. Two dunces.
What about you, Yarnball?

Paprika : I'll go with you! The General might be at the command center. I have so much to ask him!
But do we just leave the Lifebone here?

Wiš'adel : I could blow it to pieces if you want. If you're volunteering to carry everyone on your back instead.

Hoederer : W...

Wiš'adel : It's WIŠ'ADEL!
Don't worry, Yarnball, no one'll ever guess it's here. And if anyone dares get close, my guys will take care of them.

「Wiš'adel surveys the resting place of kings, now barely-recognizable rubble. 」

Wiš'adel : Besides, what better place to hide a pile of bones than a graveyard?

<Background 2>

Outside the Military Commission Command Center

Ines : ...

<Background fades out and in>

Wiš'adel : Found a way in yet?

Ines : The ducal alliance's army is surrounding the place, but they don't seem to have any intention of attacking.

Wiš'adel : What are they doing, then? Out for a picnic?

Paprika : Defending this place was so important to the General. How could...

'Trilby Asher' : The General? You mean that devil by the name of Manfred? I'm afraid he fled with his tail between his legs, abandoning all of you.
Her Grace was right. The Military Commission's spies do come through here.

Wiš'adel : Who the hell are you calling Commission spies?

Hoederer : We are not your enemies. We've come to end this war.

'Trilby Asher' : I've read your file, Sarkaz. 'The Right-Hand of Manfred'. Your word can hardly be taken at face value.

Hoederer : Then maybe you've also read how I escaped from Manfred.

'Trilby Asher' : I'm afraid I lacked the patience to read through the files of every insignificant devil.

Alliance Soldier : We've surrounded the place, sir.

'Trilby Asher' : Eliminate these Sarkaz spies.
Search their bodies for intel on the command center. I've had enough of the Sarkaz's tricks.

Wiš'adel : Hah! So you're not attacking 'cause you're too scared of what's inside?!
Well, if you don't have the guts, we'll do it for you.

Ines : Are you sure you want to pick a fight now, W? I can ensure a safe retreat, at least.

Hoederer : (Pulls weapon) I'm with her. The Sarkaz cannot afford to wait.
Protect Paprika, Ines. We're forcing our way through.

Ines : ...
If you say so.

「Shadows spread from Ines's feet, locking on to every Victorian soldier present.
Then, she senses a different kind of shadow. 」

Ines : ...Delphine?

Delphine : Let them through, sir.

Wiš'adel : And here I was thinking you finally made up your mind to kill us.

Delphine : ...

'Trilby Asher' : I am not under the command of the Exemplars, my lady. Nor do I want to be put on 'mandatory leave' like Bellingham. I am simply executing the Duke's orders—
'Wipe out the Sarkaz.' No more, no less.

Delphine : These Sarkaz share our strategic objective.
They aren't a monolith.
You're here to kill the Nachzehrer, aren't you, Hoederer?

Hoederer : The Nachzehrer King holds great significance to the Sarkaz, but he cannot be allowed to live.
Only the swift and complete defeat of his forces will convince the ones sitting on the fence to willingly withdraw with us.

'Trilby Asher' : ...You want to flee with the devils?

Wiš'adel : Got a problem with that, punk?

Delphine : You do understand the crimes they committed, do you not?

Hoederer : ...I can't deny them.
But I also understand what will happen if large numbers of leaderless Sarkaz mercenaries are left scattered across the countryside.
Mercenaries who've tasted blood in war.

Delphine : You want to protect them.

Hoederer : And prevent further chaos.

Delphine : Can you give your guarantee?

Hoederer : No. But she can. Babel can.

「Hoederer points towards Wiš'adel. 」

Hoederer : This war has long since lost its last justification for taking lives. It's time to bring it to an end. This has nothing to do with who I was, or who I am now.

Delphine : ...
Very well. You can go in.
If Rhodes Island trusts you, then—

'Trilby Asher' : You should be careful, Lady Delphine. What you are doing may constitute treason.

Delphine : I don't need your advice.
Lieutenant Shearer, instruct the Exemplars units to escort this Sarkaz team into the command center.
Inform all alliance units that this order comes directly from Delphine Windermere.

Shearer : Understood, Lady Windermere.

'Trilby Asher' : I hope you will be able to answer for yourself when the Dukes hear about this.

Delphine : I have even more reason to hate the Sarkaz than most of you, but I don't let it blind myself to the current situation.
Londinium has bled enough.

Hoederer : Thank you for your help.

Delphine : It's not you I'm helping, Sarkaz. Go end this war.
As for you, sir, you can either continue this staring match with me, or we can both go back with our men and prepare for the next battle.
Or do you need to call the Duke of Caster for instructions?

'Trilby Asher' : No need for that, Lady Delphine. Her Grace has granted me discretion. I agree that this is not our battlefield.
I will, however, report all the facts pertinent to this incident to Her Grace.

Delphine : Suit yourself.
While you're at it, send her my regards, and a promise from the Exemplars—
'When the horn of the final battle sounds, the Exemplars will be the first to answer.'

<Background 3>

Wiš'adel : I get that things are messed up at the Commission, but is this really all they have guarding the command center?

Hoederer : According to Dame Kal'tsit and the Doctor, Rose Riverside has probably paved the way for us.

Wiš'adel : What about Manfred and his men? Afraid of getting blown up or something?

Paprika : If the General is still... alive, there's only one place he would be—by the Regent's side.

Hoederer : We'll have to count on the Doctor's group being able to handle the Regent.
It's all yours, Wiš'adel.

Wiš'adel : And I thought I'd have to fight you for the mic.

Hoederer : Your first broadcast more than did the job. 'Wiš'adel'...

Wiš'adel : Why so serious all of a sudden? About to spew a bunch of crap I don't understand again?

Hoederer : (Shakes head) The name Her Highness gave you holds many meanings.

Wiš'adel : I know.
If they need to hear a new voice, they'll hear it. Before that, though, I want to set things up.

Ines : We still need the command center to organize the withdrawal. Don't blow it up in a fit of anger.

Wiš'adel : Blow it up? Of course I wanna blow it up. But there's only one of it, which means I can't try all the different ways I had planned for it.

Ines : ...W.

Wiš'adel : Don't rush me, Ines. This time, I'm gonna blow it into the sky, so everyone can see it.
See who we are, and what we want to do.
Listen up, people! Babel's captured the Military Commission's command center.

<Background 4>

Wiš'adel : Those bastards don't know their heads from their asses right now, and nobody's got it in them to help out the crusty old Nachzehrer King.
So quit wasting time and get those feet moving!
Believe me or not, whatever, just step on the gas and get this over with!
Oh, and just saying, don't forget to keep your eyes on the sky.

Sudaram : My Patriarch, that...

Nezzsalem : The command structure of the Commission has collapsed. Temporary chaos is inevitable... but no matter.
The long oppression may have numbed the Sarkaz, but this war has reignited their hatred.
A moment of fear or hesitation will not extinguish it.

「The Nachzehrer King looks up to see a frenzied flame cut open the veil of decay for an instant. 」

Nezzsalem : Besides, there will be another to stand up and lead them.
'Babel'...

<Background 5>

The first time I saw the Palace of Westhaleg was fifteen years ago, on a fifty-pound bill.
It was the first time I held a wrench in my hands, and the first time I held money I'd earned myself.
I rubbed the bill with my numb and tired hands. The factory door began to close behind me, but I felt as though the door to all of Terra was being opened before my eyes.
A place that seemed so far away, a place where kings once sat, was right there in my hands.

'Big Wrench' : Why'd we stop?

Exemplar : The area ahead is completely shrouded in fog. Captain Horn's orders are to halt the advance until we figure what tricks the Nachzehrer are up to in there.

'Big Wrench' : Look at all the pretty patterns on the tiles beneath our feet, though. We're close to the palace.

Exemplar : Be patient, and grab a proper weapon from camp. The Sarkaz protecting this place are the worst of the worst. A wrench isn't gonna cut it.

'Big Wrench' : This wrench has smashed five Sarkaz skulls just on the way here!
I can do it, whether you believe it or not.
It's been fifteen years since I felt like this, but now... I feel like I can take that palace, Nachzehrer King be damned.

Exemplar : Wait... shush.

'Big Wrench' : What is it?

Exemplar : Fog. I'll report it in. Find a safe place to hide.

Morgan : You hear that sound from inside the fog?

Indra : All I hear is the wind. Same sound as when I forgot to shut the gym's windows at night.

Dagda : If it's the wind, it's blowing against something! A flag, or clothes!
Tell Vina—

「In an instant, innumerable tattered rags rush out of the fog, drifting across the sky above the city like a gray-white tide.
There is cloth freshly torn from clothing, and there are banners woven by hatred over the millennia.
They have wrapped generation after generation of Nachzehrer warriors, hiding the rot beneath, but now they fly freely in the sky, inviting all they touch to walk into decay. 」

Exemplar : Bloody hell, I can't free my leg!

Vina : I got you!
Get away from the cloth! I'll cover you!

Horn : They'll corrode any weapons they touch! Melee units, pull back and let the casters deal with them!
1st and 3rd Caster Battalions! Volley on my mark!

Amiya : I can't get rid of them!

Logos : The palls are immersed in decay, the shroud drawing in death. Even the formless witchcraft of the Nachzehrer has rules that can be followed.
But I am unable to decipher this fog...
It is neither Arts, nor natural.

Amiya : Is this some new tactic, Logos?

Doctor : They wouldn't wait this long to try a proven tactic.

Logos : Perhaps Nezzsalem is changing... or perhaps it's the Nachzehrer themselves that are changing.

Kal'tsit : This place will soon be more dangerous than the shroud we stepped into on the battlefield outside the city.
The other units must have encountered the same interference. Even sending out a signal is difficult.
This three-hundred meter plaza is enough to delay a thousand men for days.

Doctor : We must find Theresis. / Theresis still has Amnannam.

<Dialogue branch starts here>

Doctor : Analyze the shroud, Logos.

Logos : Already on it.
Rules are bound to be analyzed. There must be a source for this unusual shroud.
I'll just need a bit of time.

<Dialogue branch>

Doctor : How's our comms equipment, Closure?

Closure : If we don't want the Nachzehrer cutting the battlefield to itty-bitty pieces in the fog, turning our offensive into more of a buffet...
We should fill the plaza with repeaters, including those curvy corridors on the sides...
We don't have time to get a bunch more equipment, but luckily, I have a backup plan!

<Dialogue branch ends here>

<Background 4>

I never told them that I had never killed anyone. I did exterminate a few districts' worth of musbeasts, but never a human.
I never told them that it was not an Arts-imbued pall I wrapped myself in, but rags taken from stolen mops.
After all, I had never met another Nachzehrer in all the years I grew up in the ditches of Londinium, and no one ever taught me the Nachzehrer Arts.
I wrapped myself in mops so the Victorians wouldn't beat me to death. A 'Mop-Head' that killed musbeasts for them deserved to live more than the Sarkaz, at least.

'Mop-Head' : Er, why are you ripping the cloth off of yourselves?

Nachzehrer Warrior : Our Patriarch says we need no longer hide the decay.

'Mop-Head' : Sh—Should I rip mine off too, then?

Nachzehrer Warrior : Of course, child.

'Mop-Head' : Er... why doesn't it fly away like yours did?
Am I missing some Arts?

Nachzehrer Warrior : Feel the decay within you returning to the land. Feel the withered life returning to your body.
Then, rejoice.

'Mop-Head' : So, I should rejoice...?

I beat a Nachzehrer to a pulp.
They said the Nachzehrer could never be truly killed. So I kept swinging my wrench like my life depended on it, even though the one beneath me was no longer moving.
His ugly frame was much frailer than I imagined. I broke it like the fallen branches in the snow under my feet in the winters of my childhood.
They always broke with such a satisfying crack. Was the war answering my courage?
I liked the feeling.

'Big Wrench' : I could. I said I could.
Who said you can't truly kill a Nachzehrer? This one seems pretty dead to me!

Bagpipe : Careful there! You dinnae want to be near a Nachzehrer corpse long!

「The Nachzehrer warrior's body quickly collapses, losing all form and color.
An invisible fog takes up the form of the dead, and gently embraces the remains. 」

'Big Wrench' : It just rots on its own? That quick?

Bagpipe : If we dinnae get away now, we and that body both'll be Nachzehrer food.

'Big Wrench' : Bloody hell, and there I was, thinking the Nachzehrer weren't such bloody monsters after all...

Bagpipe : It'll be fine, alright! Where d'you come from? Think about home! All that sun and hay and beer, you know!
I think you'll feel a wee bit better puttin' all this rot out of your mind!

'Big Wrench' : I'm from Londinium! All I had at home was sourdough hard enough to smash skulls!

Bagpipe : Aye, that works!

'Big Wrench' : Yeah, works for me!

Logos : Death and decay are defined by silence. I never thought the Sudaram could operate so noisily.
No longer do the Nachzehrer try to keep their nature in check. They are allowing decay to run unchecked.

Doctor : Meaning it'll be harder to stop the spread of rot?

Logos : A pair of hands cannot stop rushing water.

Doctor : But they can easily spray the water further.

Doctor : What if we 'diluted' the rot, Logos?

<Background 5>

Margaret : Hang in there. You'll get better.

Injured Soldier : AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!! DO I LOOK LIKE I'LL GET BETTER TO YOU?!

Margaret : A natural effect of rapidly applying healing Arts.

Forlorn Soldier : Take this, give it to—argh! Uh—

<Background fades out and in>

Forlorn Soldier : —The pain... it's getting better?

Nightingale : Do not choose the end out of pain, soldier. Endure.
The pain will stop, in time.

Forlorn Soldier : Thank you, Sarkaz...

Margaret : Listen to Liz, it'll be alright. In cases of acute Infection, we have to avoid rapid emotional fluctuations. Take a deep breath, and—

Shining : Message from the Doctor, Nearl.

Doctor : Shining, Nearl, Nightingale, are you in the rear?

Margaret : We're at the rear camp. Just returned with a bunch of wounded.

Doctor : How is Nightingale?

Shining : Weak, but she refused to abandon the injured to their fates. We'll take care of her.

Doctor : I need you to pull out of the area, along with everybody in camp.

Shining : Doctor, you...

Margaret : Let us know if you need any support.

Doctor : The Nachzehrer shroud won't be easily dispelled with Arts.

Doctor : We'll divert the fog of decay to nearby areas.

Doctor : Do your best to ensure that no one's caught in it.

Margaret : Roger.

Nightingale : ...The more lives we save, the less decay there is to feed on.
It's the duty of the Followers, isn't it?
Nearl. Shining. There's no time to rest.

Shining : Liz...

「Liz's blue fowlbeast perches on Shining's shoulder, rubbing against her cheek. 」

Shining : *Sigh* Sometimes I just don't know what to do with you.
Nearl?

Margaret : Go and save some lives. As for the enemy—
Leave them to my spear and shield.

<Background 4>

「'Bzzz—bzzzz—'
'Bzzzt—' 」

Closure : Wow, I never knew fog could be so noisy!
The interference is too strong! Might be easier to yell than get a signal through!

Fang : We can't place the repeaters directly on the ground! The fog eats away at the antennae!

Closure : If we put up a shield...
No, with interference like this, that'd just block whatever's left of the signal.

Fang : What if we carried the repeaters?
The fog won't eat at the equipment as long as we're still alive, right?

Closure : ...

「Closure clenches her comms terminal tightly, but she can feel the pain of its metal corners biting into her skin fading away. Her limbs are becoming numb.
The fog clings to all life equally, inviting them to join the procession of decay.
She knows what Fang's suggestion implies. She wants to reject it.
But she does not. 」

Closure : You go. I'll stay here with the base station.

Closure : Think, Closure, think! If this fog is from Nachzehrer Arts, then that can't just be meaningless noise.
Identify the pattern, and we can filter it out!
Mm...
There it is! It's not noise, it's the voice of the Nachzehrer!

「Even if their flesh has decayed, even if their consciousness has long faded, the lifeforce of the Nachzehrer continues to sing in joy as they return to the Cycle. 」

Closure : No idea what you're so happy about, but I'm sick of hearing it!
Lemme see... a little more over here...

「'Bzzz—bzzzz—'
'Clo—sure—bzzz' 」

Closure : I'm getting a signal! But it's still not enough...

Misery : How about this?

Closure : That's what I'm talking about! Wait, Misery? How did you...?

Misery : I can cut a path through the fog for communications.

Closure : Great! Now we can hear what—

Horn : 3rd Caster Battalion! Engage the Nachzehrer emerging from behind the lines!

'The Young Duke' : Don't let them cut us off from the Exemplars!

Vina : The weight-bearing structures of the corridors to the sides of the plaza are heavily damaged! They're about to collapse!

Delphine : Watch out for falling debris!

Closure : The whole battlefield...
...It's connected.

Now I have killed. A Victorian girl wearing a bright printed scarf on her head.
Her scarf faded and her complexion twisted before my face. She became no different from the musbeasts I killed, only bigger and more hollow.
Her life must have flowed into me. I find myself swinging the greatsword that they gave me, almost as tall as I am.
But I don't feel the ecstasy they spoke of.

'Mop-Head' : AHHH—!
Phew—you, you're rotten too.
If I don't rot, you will, is that it?
Wh—What's that?

「The massive explosion almost ruptures the young Nachzehrer's eardrums. A massive suit of armor flies past him.
The fog gently picks away the broken limbs the armor is wearing, pale fragments dispersing with the steam.
Several Sudarams fly towards it, their swords making screeching sounds on the metal, piercing the dull thud of Originium explosives. 」

Steam Knight : (Sound of gushing steam)

Sudaram : Metal... shall... decay...

「The young Nachzehrer has no time to look back. Heavy metal legs break the fog in front of him, blocking out the already-dim sunlight. 」

Catherine : How many years do you think it took us to build The Crawler? You think we'd just let you eat it?
Armor plate to the portside foreleg!

Feist : Does the main gun still turn? Two o'clock, fire!
Blast a path through the Sudaram for the Steam Knight!

<Background fades out and in>

「The young Nachzehrer falls to the ground. Cold blood immediately seeps through the remaining mop cloth, as though he was born to wipe such filth.
But why was he born to?
He has no time to think about the answer. A great iron hammer is raised above his head, its glaring reflection in his eyes. 」

'Mop-Head' : No, no—
I don't want to—

??? : You don't want to die.

「A tide of rot rushes past him, and the hammer falls to the ground as scrap. 」

'Mop-Head' : M—My Patriarch...?
I—I'm sorry, I'm not, I didn't...
Please, don't punish me... I'm not a deserter, I just—

Nezzsalem : ...
If you have yet to fully comprehend war, then you are no deserter. It is not yours to give up your life so easily in.
Your war has yet to come.
Go.

<Background 4>

Amiya : The fog... it's fading.
More and more wounded are being evacuated before they die. The Nachzehrer are being deprived of the rot they feed on.

Logos : 'Disperse.'

Kal'tsit : The fog is thinning.

Doctor : Even I can breathe now.

Amiya : Wait, you couldn't breathe all this time, Doctor?
Why didn't you say anything?

Doctor : It wasn't that bad. It's just better now.

Kal'tsit : This won't last for long. Shining reports that the fog that had been diverted elsewhere is returning.
We must move—

Amiya : Doctor—!

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr!

Logos : 'Perish.'

You feel a sense of deja vu.
It is not that any memories came back to you. It is that, once again, you sense how tiny and frail your life is.
A blade of grass in the wilderness. What is one blade or a thousand in the presence of death? You will all become nutrition for next year's sprouts.
The tide of rot crosses Amiya's black curtain, Mon3tr's massive frame, and Logos's wall of incantations, rushing towards you.
The next instant, it comes to an abrupt halt.

Nezzsalem : It is you.

Doctor : It is me. / What?

Nezzsalem : You have kept your promise.

Doctor : ...?

Kal'tsit : Mon3tr, Structural Fortification! Protect the Doctor!

Nezzsalem : There is no need, Dame. I shall not fight you here.

Kal'tsit : Even though this is a battlefield?

Nezzsalem : Precisely because it is a battlefield.
You do not belong to this battlefield of mine. Every second you spend here is an insult to it.

Doctor : War doesn't belong to anyone. It only destroys everyone.

Nezzsalem : Hah! How arrogant.
No matter. This war that has nurtured me, this war I have nurtured, is now over.
Even if it has cycled back and forth for a thousand years in the most uninteresting manner, even if the pain it gave rise to has become numbness, this war has achieved its goal.
Now, the Sarkaz are masters of their own destiny.

Kal'tsit : The Amnannam in Theresis's hands...

Nezzsalem : Theresis? No. The Amnannam is in the hands of all Sarkaz, scattered across the land for a thousand years.
From this war, they will come away with power, freedom, and a future.
What is left for me is the purest afterglow of war, one that knows no purpose but war itself.

Amiya : If there is no purpose, then why do you—

Nezzsalem : Outblood child, so eager to put a stop to everything you do not wish to see.
If you see war as only evil, suffering as only a mistake, and sacrifice as only a waste, then you can bring neither destruction nor rebirth.

Amiya : ...Should I take this as the God of War advising the King of Sarkaz?

Nezzsalem : Very good! Finally, you call yourself king.
But it is not advice. My war may have won the Sarkaz a future, but it is not my place to dictate what it is.
My place is only to fulfill the very nature of my being.

Doctor : To spread decay? / To nurture new life?

Nezzsalem : To me, decay and rebirth are one and the same.
As for you, ageless dame, outblood king, and you... It is not my place to judge you.
Go. Theresis awaits.

Doctor : ...!

「Behind the Nachzehrer King, the ranks of Sarkaz part silently.
They reveal a black path between white shroud, white bones, and white pall. 」

Kal'tsit : ...Doctor.

Doctor : Only by taking down Theresis and Amnannam... / ...will we truly bring an end to this calamity.

Amiya : We're with you, Doctor.

Kal'tsit : This is the moment Rhodes Island has prepared for. There is no need to hesitate.

Doctor : And... the Nachzehrer King?

Logos : My whistle shall disperse the fog.
If we triumph, we will not celebrate victory alone.

Through the fog, you can see the faint silhouette of a tank, the gushing steam of a Steam Knight, Exemplars and alliance soldiers fighting side-by-side—
You hear the communications of Closure, Wiš'adel, and the others—
All of them fighting for the same end...

Doctor : —An end to this war.

Doctor : Let's go meet Theresis.

Nezzsalem : You have crossed the waters of death, Aefanyl, and witnessed the dim candlelight of the other side.
Go. I do not wish to fight you.
Sing once more when all decay has returned to the soil, when all war drums are silent.
Your end does not lie here.

「The Banshee shakes his head and says nothing. His bone pen floats up in front of him. 」

Nezzsalem : Hah. So be it.
...I do envy Laqeramaline.

「The Nachzehrer King spreads his arms wide. The Banshee begins to move his bone pen.
A thousand branches rise from the Nachzehrer, formed of flesh, blood, and bone. A thousand incantations are etched by the point of the Banshee's pen, in opposition to the decay.
A thousand branches spread out on the battlefield. Every Nachzehrer corpse they touch, from the ethereal remains of the ancient Sudaram, to the yet-unrotted flesh of young Nachzehrer warriors, blooms in flowers of decay.
Once again, the Nachzehrer rise from decay.
Once again, the fearless charge forth in the incantations of the Banshee. 」

The Palace of Westhaleg... It wasn't grand at all.
In fact, it looks even more decrepit than what I saw on that bill fifteen years ago.
The blood and flesh covering my hands feels more real. I stopped counting the number of Sarkaz I put down. It must've been a lot, because my wrench broke.

'Big Wrench' : I see him! That must be the Nachzehrer King!

Exemplar : Wait... This is as far as I can go.
*Cough* You can't charge in bare-handed. Take this sword.

'Big Wrench' : Th—The Sighs of Kings—

My daughter liked to rub my arm when I was lying face-down on the bed. She said it was fun because my muscles were so hard.
I would pat her shoulder and tell her she could become just as strong, strong enough to lift a whole pile of steel bars.
Holding the sword in my hand, I stab at the mountain of branches under me, and climb it.

'Big Wrench' : But how do I reach an enemy floating in mid-air?

Steam Knight : (Quick puff of steam)
For Victoria!!!

I see the Steam Knight charge towards death.
I hear a sharp whistle in my ear.
I feel the ground tremble from the guns of the tank...
The elusive, terrifying white figure in the sky stops for an instant. Then the Steam Knight dives from the sky, sending the Nachzehrer King crashing to the ground.

'Big Wrench' : He... He's so close...

I am beginning to fall in love with war—I leap from the mountain of branches, and put the sword through the Nachzehrer King.
I can even feel my eyes burn at the heat gushing from the Steam Knight as it breathes.

'Big Wrench' : *Pant*... *pant*...

Nezzsalem : Victorian... you have learned to draw life from war.
Now, you must learn to return it to war.

<Background fades out and in>

Hah. It was no use at all.

<Background fades out and in>

I am thrown a great distance. I can no longer feel my own body.
I see the Nachzehrer King once again rise into the sky, the Steam Knight wrapped in a frenzy of white cloth...
The strange Sarkaz casting his Arts, cutting a path towards the Nachzehrer King...
Familiar faces treading the death-filled path, towards that seemingly insurmountable foe with no hint of hesitation—
The fog seems to be dispersing. I see the massive four-legged tank advance... Why is there a golden-haired Kuranta here?
What are those strange contraptions that have appeared on the battlefield, making a strange sound?
I see Her Highness, our hero, Vina Victoria, the returned king, leading more and more people forward...
'For Victoria!'
I seem to see the end of the war.
The Nachzehrer King's silhouette overlaps with the sun. It is bright. Before him gathers those eager to end the war—
I can no longer see what happens next... where did the sword go?
Sorry, my girl... your daddy's not coming home.

<Background 6>

Eve of the Babel Exodus, 1086
Soul Furnace of Kazdel

Theresa : So you've chosen to answer Theresis's call to arms.
Even though the war will destroy you...

Nezzsalem : Has your crown shown you my end, Your Highness?

Theresa : No. We simply understand full well that the only end of war is destruction.

Nezzsalem : What is there to fear in destruction?
The first Nachzehrer learned our purpose when he rose from the ashes of war.
'I am the end of all things.'
The great boulder of war sits above our heads on the slopes of time. All we can do is push it with all our might.
This time, however, Theresis has promised me an end to the cycle.
As had you. Do you remember?

Theresa : I do, at the founding of the Military Commission.
But we have found another path.

Nezzsalem : ...
Then prove it to me, Your Highness. I will wait.
Even if you do not find your end, however, I will carve out another path for the Sarkaz—

Theresa : I can see your emotions. You are excited about this path.

Nezzsalem : I have waited too long, since that war two hundred years ago.
Farewell, Your Highness. I will witness the conclusion of your dispute with the Regent.

Theresa : ...Babel will return.

Nezzsalem : I have never doubted it. Nor have I doubted your promise.

Theresa : ...
Farewell.

<Background 4>

「The rays of dawn shine from the pinnacle of the Palace of Westhaleg.
They drive away the fog, revealing the aftermath of battle. 」

Vina : The fog is gone.

Morgan : So is the Nachzehrer King.

Dagda : Did we win? He's dead, right?

Indra : ...Innit?

Delphine : I still sense that suffocating presence.

Vina : ...We'll need to get used to it. There is much to be done.

「The daybreak was unfamiliar to those returning home, or to those on the battlefield.
Morning rays pour down like blood, over the carpet of bodies on the ground. 」

Feist : Is this what the sunrise always looked like in Londinium?

Catherine : No... never.

「The cold dawn pours blood toward the skyline, toward the winding mountains in the distance, like an ocean of blood.
The few cries of joy from the crowd quickly fall silent. This is not how anyone imagined the glory of victory. 」

Margaret : It's over.

Shining : But who can truly kill war?

<Background 7>

Duke of Wellington : No one can kill war.
Do you still sense his presence, Your Highness?

Eblana : He has unfortunately given himself to death. But you are correct. War will never end.
He merely left because this particular war is over.
I almost envy him.
He has taken so many people along with him, all to enjoy a war that belonged only to him.

Duke of Wellington : ...
I have lost another fine opponent.

<Background 3>

Paprika : ...

Wiš'adel : Tch. Guess the old man really is dead.

Hoederer : No time to mull over it. The Victorians could begin their purge at any moment.

Ines : There's a lot on your mind.

Hoederer : There's just something I'm not sure about.
I have this feeling that, when the next war to change the history of Terra comes—
No, I'm probably overthinking it.

<Background black>

「In the silence, only the lonely sound of a bone whistle reaches the pitch-black underground throne room.
It is the Banshee's elegy for the dead. 」

Manfred : Is the Regent gone?
...Did you hear it? What is your true plan?

「There is no answer. The Regent of Kazdel, the one who began this war, is not here.
He closes his eyes and seems to see a river of blood flowing towards the sky.
Manfred cannot even tell what became of the Sarkaz hero who left so many legends behind.
But he sees an image in his mind's eye—
When the fires of war once again ravage Kazdel, death shall emerge from the mountains on the skyline. 」

All the Unrevealed

Summary

As the Sarkaz troops withdraw, Catastrophe clouds appear over the capitals of all the Core nations. Amiya stops a fleet that tries to intercept the retreating Sarkaz, and Laterano's main server delivers a revelation about the future.

<Background 1>

October 1098, during the retreat of the Sarkaz forces
Lifebone

Ines : Hoederer, I've brought along everyone who agreed to use the bones to retreat.
Most of them wouldn't be able to withstand the long journey—the old, the young, and more injured Sarkaz than you can count.
W said, and I quote, 'Let them die if they want,' but the other members of her squad carried them here.
Somehow, she still has quite a few living subordinates—enough to maintain order within the Lifebone and watch over Ulšulah in captivity.
So at least you won't have to worry about having no one to take the wheel if you accidentally die on the road.

Hoederer : ...Got it.

Ines : What are you waiting for?

「The Lifebone casts a shadow over the ruins of the battlefield.
None of the Sarkaz raise their heads. They may already know of—or have grown accustomed to—the greater shadow that will soon envelop their kilometers-long procession.
Most of them move slowly as they cross the trenches left behind by the high-speed battleships. 」

<Background fades out and in>

Hoederer : I was just thinking... Look how long the line of soldiers is.
We've all traveled that road from Kazdel to Victoria before. We all know how long it is.

Ines : But if the Victorians break their word and open fire on the retreating Sarkaz forces, there'll be nothing you can do about it.

Hoederer : Yes. That's how it's always been.
Maybe not immediately, but after the signal we send to all of Terra, every nation will be forced to respond.

Ines : Are you sure that will work?
Such a blatant retreat back to Kazdel will probably cause many countries to panic.

Hoederer : But there really is no better way.
Our squad must continue to present the strongest possible front to all factions. The moment we lose the strength to wield our weapons, we'll be devoured without a trace.
The same goes for the new 'King of Sarkaz'.
We must seize the initiative here.

「The airship in the distance is faintly visible through the bones, and the ship's cannons remain locked in targeting mode.
A massive Catastrophe cloud still hovers around the ship, following the Sarkaz forces as they retreat. 」

Ines : But there's something else that's got me very worried.
Are you sure it's a good idea to have W guard Manfred?

Hoederer : She's the best for the job.

<Background 2>

[Footsteps ]

Columbian Military Officer : The squad has reached its destination.
The weather is clear, and visibility is good.

[Comms buzzing ]

Voice from the Communicator : Keep looking to the southeast.
We've received the latest intelligence from the Ministry of Defense, which includes Kazdel's approximate coordinates.
Please closely monitor the Sarkaz army, to ensure their retreat home isn't a cover for another military maneuver.

Columbian Military Officer : Understood.

「The officer does not, in fact, understand why he needs to monitor the Sarkaz.
However, out of respect for his comrades, he sits in the reconnaissance vehicle and stares intently at the data being sent back by the drones.
All is calm. 」

Columbian Military Officer : There's nothing unusual to report at the moment, sir. By the way—and I'm just making small talk—Maylander rarely sends someone of your status to liaise with the military.

Voice from the Communicator : Heh, the Victorians think they've done a fine job covering up the disaster in Londinium.
Maylander needs to investigate the situation before we have a talk with them.

Columbian Military Officer : Understood.

[Static noise ]

Voice from the Communicator : ...Lieutenant! Lieutenant!
You are to report any new developments immediately!

Columbian Military Officer : Of course, sir. There's nothing to report right now.

Voice from the Communicator : Nothing at all?!

Columbian Military Officer : Wait. What's that...?

[Alert noise beeping ]

「The officer puts down the communicator. The Catastrophe detection system on the vehicle is blaring an alarm.
He looks toward the capital district, but at this distance, he can barely make out the outline of the nomadic city.
But he can clearly see the massive shadow cast by the Catastrophe cloud, stretching from above the capital district all the way to where he stands. 」

<Background 3>

Respectful Attendant : Yes. He knows you are familiar with the people of Siracusa, so he hopes you'll have a chance to display your talents this time.

Leithanian Noble : Not to worry. The Sarkaz hordes are a chaotic, calamitous force, but they are ultimately mercenaries.
We are now well aware that our neighbor, Victoria, has failed to keep them on a tight leash.
But I shall not allow such filth to disrupt Leithanien's glorious Güldenesgesatz. Of this I am quite certain.
Please send this message along to your master—

「The noble is interrupted by a suddenly darkening sky. 」

Leithanian Noble : ...What's going on?

Respectful Attendant : Come inside with me now, sir! It's a Catastrophe!

<Background 2>

Columbian Military Officer : Contact the base for further orders... Damn! We've got no signal! What the hell is going on? Push the fleet forward. Full throttle!
Wait—

[Thunderstorm growling ]

「The data from the Catastrophe detection system sends a chill down his spine.
The cloud has stopped expanding, just as suddenly as it had appeared a few minutes ago.
The strong wind blows Originium dust up into the sky, but it doesn't fall back down. 」

「Then the cloud starts to dissipate as the sunlight peaks through. 」

Columbian Military Officer : .....

[Comms buzzing ]

Voice from the Communicator : Can you hear me, lieutenant?

Columbian Military Officer : Yes, sir! The Catastrophe cloud appeared out of nowhere. There were no signs at all before it happened...

Voice from the Communicator : Of course, of course. This was meant as a display, a show of force to intimidate us.

Columbian Military Officer : You think the Sarkaz troops did this...?!

Voice from the Communicator : Maylander no longer requires your help with our investigation. Please withdraw at once. Of course, do not disclose any information about our cooperation.

Columbian Military Officer : ...Yes sir.

Voice from the Communicator : May Terra bless us.

<Background 4>

Kazimierzian Editor-in-Chief : Enough. Deactivate the tip line. We have more than enough eyewitness accounts of the Catastrophe cloud!
Everyone saw what happened. Those of us living in the high rises got an even closer look!
For now, I need all of you to come up with explanations and file your stories. Everyone writes a report—whether you explain it away as an advertising hologram or new Arts from Leithanien, that's up to you.
...Do you need anything else?

Kazimierzian Staff Member : Sir, this call wasn't from a citizen...
We just received word from our Messengers... Zwillingstürme, Laterano, Montelupe... Catastrophe clouds have appeared over the capitals of every nation.

Kazimierzian Editor-in-Chief : What about Deity Grypherburg and Max D.C.?

Kazimierzian Staff Member : ...Same situation.

<Background 5>

Wiš'adel : That little 'Amnannam' thingamajig is pretty handy. It can send a Catastrophe to someone's doorstep before you can blink.
Tch, no wonder Doctor and the hag were so nervous when we came to take it away, and the little bunny insisted on tagging along to keep an eye on me.
Hmm...What if we just, like, destroyed every capital of the Core all at once?

??? : While it may indeed be able to rain down disaster on those nations, that doesn't mean it can destroy them.
I have no doubt that doing so would bring nothing but retaliation against Kazdel. Our history has repeatedly proven this, even from the earliest records.
It would be unwise, Wiš'adel. In fact, you must use Amnannam sparingly—the strain it places on the mind and body is even greater than I imagined.
You just experienced that pain firsthand.

Wiš'adel : You don't get to tell me that, Manfred.

[Footsteps ]

Manfred : Amnannam's potential extends far beyond intimidation, assuming we figure out the proper use for it.
Their Highnesses had much higher hopes for it. Yes, it is a weapon, a deterrent, but more importantly, it is the means by which we will break free from our destiny—

Wiš'adel : You know, you're even more annoying than Hoederer.
Don't forget who you are, dude. You're a prisoner, and we're only keeping you alive 'cause Kazdel needs you alive.
Hell, the only reason we let the Military Commission stick around is that the surviving Sarkaz still need something to believe in on the way home.
Fucking Theresis sure thought of everything, huh?

Manfred : ...I'm guessing Hoederer saw this coming long ago too, didn't he?
This was always the Regent's overt strategy: to reunite a people—brought together once more by hatred—around Kazdel—
Even Babel and the Military Commission are working together again, united toward a common goal.

Wiš'adel : Yeah yeah, but don't expect to wriggle your way out of this one, Manfred. Remember what I said.

Manfred : Wiš'adel...

Wiš'adel : What, still got more to say?

Manfred : If, someday, Kazdel really does normalize its relations with the other nations, just as Her Highness Theresa once strived for...
Then I, along with the rest of the Military Commission, will have to draw a clear line between ourselves and Kazdel.
As the Sarkaz see it, outbloods bring only pain and hatred, just as we do to them.

Wiš'adel : .....

Manfred : Sooner or later, they will claim that we haven't paid for the crimes we have committed, and on that day I will be waiting for those hateful avengers to find us—

Wiš'adel : Just shut up already. Stop acting like you're a saint or whatever.
Theresis and the rest of you assholes screwed up big time. You were so goddamned stupid I wish I could blow you to pieces right now.
Don't forget: almost all the lunatics who actually believed in your plan died in Londinium, along with the Nachzehrer.
You killed them with your own hands. There were hardly any left to even evacuate.

Manfred : .....

Wiš'adel : But the Sarkaz will pay for their own mistakes.
Babel's not so spineless as to cast the entire Commission from the city just because a few dumbasses were bold enough to provoke Kazdel.
Her Highness would never do that, and neither will I.
If they're stupid enough to come, I don't mind giving 'em a fight.
But if you keep talking shit, I'll just toss you over to someone who's willing to put up with your crap.

Manfred : .....

<Background 6>

Siracusan Mafioso : You're not afraid of it?
Look at that moving Catastrophe cloud over there. It seems so far away, but I can't shake the feeling it might suddenly appear right above my head...

[Foosteps ]

Mysterious Man : Of course I'm afraid. Who isn't afraid of Catastrophes?
But there's a trick I picked up in Sami: whenever I'm scared, I just pull my hat over my head, crouch down, and think of something happy. The things you're afraid of will disappear before you even know it.
After all, I'm just minding my own business—they wouldn't give me a hard time for no reason, would they?

Siracusan Mafioso : Just last week you said you'd lost count of how many times you'd been captured and interrogated by one of the Famiglie.

Mysterious Man : *sigh* I'm sorry for the trouble.

Siracusan Mafioso : .....

Mysterious Man : But misunderstandings always get cleared up in the end. I mean, you guys did let me go, didn't you?

Siracusan Mafioso : ...I really can't figure out how you managed to make it all the way through Sami and Ursus in one piece. You ain't lying about that too, are ya?

Mysterious Man : I just happen to come across perfectly reasonable people like you all the time.

Siracusan Mafioso : Hmph. Try reason your way out of Catastrophes, then.
Remind me again where you're going? Some place called 'Black Flow'?

Mysterious Man : Yes, and I'm also going home, friend, back home to Bolívar.

Siracusan Mafioso : That's one long-ass journey. An extra day or two won't make a difference. Besides, that tattered paper talisman you're carrying ain't gonna expire.
Anyhow, I advise you to wait for that parade of crazies to pass. They started a war; they can destroy cities.
Or maybe wait for someone or something else to test out the Catastrophe for you.
Just some friendly advice.
Those devils are bold as hell—someone's bound to try and take a bite out of 'em sooner or later.

Mysterious Man : .....

「He can hear the terrifying roar of the Catastrophe cloud off in the distance, along with the faint rumble of battleship engines.
The Siracusan is right. It may be wiser not to get involved in this, however... 」

Siracusan Mafioso : Paryaqaqa, you ain't actually... fascinated by that cloud, are ya?

Paryaqaqa : Maybe I am. I find it hard to hide my excitement whenever I encounter something I've never seen before.
True, I paid a price for it back in Sami, but I just can't get rid of this bad habit.
To be more precise, I want to take a look at the people walking beneath the Catastrophe cloud.

<Background 5>

Misery : How is it going? I hope no one is giving you any trouble.

Logos : Just another ordinary funeral.

Misery : ...A funeral beneath a Catastrophe cloud is hardly ordinary. It's unfair to so many—they should have been able to return to Kazdel with us.

Logos : Death is the one form of equality most readily attainable to all, Misery.
The vast majority of the deceased have no relatives, nor even names.
When I asked them to leave their final words, they could not even identify anyone who might remember them after they were gone.
I shrouded the burial site in mist to keep beasts away. Unfortunately, most of the dead were still unable to return to the furnace at home as they wished.

Misery : Logos, do you know what lies a little further up ahead?

Logos : My previous missions... rarely required me to come this way.

Misery : Laterano is just south of here, not far.

Logos : .....

Misery : When Outcast and I went on missions together in this area, she'd often bring me here to drink.
We once made a foolish bet—that I'd find a way to sneak in and try Lateran ice cream.
Well, I did it. No one caught me.
But I never got the chance to tell her.
Ha. At least I'm not the one breaking my promise this time.

Logos : So you deliberately refused the order to return to the ship with Ascalon.
You knew we'd pass through here during the retreat.

Misery : Don't try to guess my intentions, Logos.
With Ascalon here, we'll have no issues escorting our fallen comrades and their tokens back to the ship.
Besides... she also needs some time to herself. To say goodbye to the past.

Logos : I tried speaking to her about the retreat, but she remained silent.

Misery : Perhaps she won't have anything to say about what happens next, either.
She witnessed the end of an era, Logos. It couldn't have been easy for her, and I fear we'll have one less participant at our future meetings.

「Misery lets out another sigh. 」

Misery : No one can say for sure what will happen next.
It's just like the Catastrophe cloud above our heads... I may not like this plan, but I must admit it's the best deterrent we have against those who wish to seize the chance to declare war on the Sarkaz.
Without a strong measure like that to avoid war, there would only be more unnecessary sacrifices on the road back to Kazdel.

Logos : Violence is a means, never an end. There is nothing wrong with that.

Misery : Maybe I'm just a pessimist...
But I still think the rain will come down, sooner or later.

<Background 6>

Paryaqaqa : Uh-huh. So can you let me go?

Mercenary Scout : Who the hell are you, anyway?

Paryaqaqa : I'm really just an explorer.

Mercenary Scout : What kinda explorer could stop the lightning in a Catastrophe cloud? I-It's like the thunderbolts themselves are afraid of you...

Paryaqaqa : Maybe they've taken a liking to me?
See? A few of them just landed right next to me!

Mercenary Scout : .....
You do realize that just makes you even more suspicious, right?
Personally, I think the Catastrophe's sending a clear message—don't come near us, and don't try and test us!

Paryaqaqa : Now now, let's not be hasty. I just wanted to study the strange Catastrophe cloud you created, as well as remind you that—

Mercenary Scout : I don't like you.
You tell too many lies.

「The Sarkaz mercenary sizes up the man standing before him, and hesitates about whether to make a move. 」

??? : This guy's the one you were talking about?

[Footsteps ]

Wiš'adel : He looks pretty normal to me.
You sure you got this right, old geezer?

[Spectral voice ]

Revenant's Voice : He is giving off a particular scent, one I loathe.
(Ancient Sarkaz language) 'Šmal'deqa'... 'enemies from outside'.
No... It is not coming from him, it is what he brought with him.
Strange. It seems to be... a piece of paper?

Wiš'adel : Pfft. You really are confused, you old coot.
So does this mean we don't need to worry about him anymore? Hey! Why aren't you saying anything?

Mercenary Scout : Boss, I—

Wiš'adel : I told you, call me 'Chairman' from now on. Tch, what a pain in the ass. Why did Hoederer have to make up all these stupid rules?
Only Her Highness should be called 'Chairman'...
Anyway, your squad's out here to scout, so just keep on scouting. Leave this guy to me.

Mercenary Scout : Got it.

[Footsteps ]

Wiš'adel : You. If you've got something to say, say it. Don't try and pull a fast one on me.
I guarantee I'm faster than you.

Paryaqaqa : .....
There's a fleet heading your way. Don't know which nation they're from—they've disabled all identifying signals.
They're coming from that direction. The terrain provides a lot of cover. It would be easy to plan an ambush.

Wiš'adel : I guess everyone wants in on this.
Tch, what a bunch of cowards. Afraid of us, yet always acting cocky.

[Comms buzzing ]

Wiš'adel : Alright, I'll pass on the word to the guys charging to their deaths on the frontlines
—Hello? Can you hear me? While you're out there, watch out for an ambush.
So as a thank-you, how about I invite you to watch the Catastrophe cloud with me? You're here to 'explore', right?

Paryaqaqa : Hahaha... I'd really rather not. I'm shaking in my boots here.

Wiš'adel : Hmph.
Alright. Your loss. Now scram. If any clueless Sarkaz grabs you again, just tell them who let you go—Wiš'adel.

Paryaqaqa : You have my thanks.
That sure was a close call. If you hadn't rescued me, this journey would have been my last.

Wiš'adel : Drop the act around me. I know you got caught on purpose.

Paryaqaqa : .....

Wiš'adel : It's so weird. Why do I keep running into people who have nothing to do with the Sarkaz, but want to help anyway?

「The Liberi eyes the seemingly relaxed Sarkaz before him, quickly realizing she's likely the leader of the group—and that her attention has long since shifted away from him.
She is focused on the distant horizon. She is heeding his warning.
The wind brings with it the sounds of the land... or maybe the rumbling of ships' engines.
Conflicts, wars... the explorer has already seen too much along the way. 」

Paryaqaqa : *sigh*...

<Background 5>

'As always, we don't want to be the ones waiting for a beating.'
'All the Arts creations we sent out have been destroyed. They know we're getting closer, but I never planned on hiding anyway.'
'Some unlucky souls have to be sent to their deaths so the others can board the ship and fight. Will it be your squad or mine?'
'Follow the orders of Babel and the Military Commission—this isn't for you to decide on your own.'
'Kill every hostile you encounter. Anyone in the squad who spares an enemy or takes spoils from their comrades—kill them too.'
'Prepare the explosives. Set up altars along the route.'
'Normally, the altars' Arts can't penetrate the armor of high-speed battleships. But this time, we have the Catastrophe cloud on our side.'

Sarkaz Warrior : They're here.
I knew going home wouldn't be that easy.

[Ground shaking ]

「The earth is shaking.
The high-speed battleships slowly emerge from the shadows, blocking the Sarkaz's path forward.
The warrior launched a few charges like this while in Londinium, and considers himself one of the fortunate few.
He also knows full well that the path back to Kazdel is not a road, but a battlefield, full of corpses and awash in blood.
The Sarkaz procession stops at the edge of the firing range of the battleships' cannons.
The sky grows dark, as the black cloud overhead lets loose with rolling thunder. Their enemy is approaching. 」

[Comms static ]

Wiš'adel : Everyone, commence preparations like you were ordered.
Each of you just do your own job.
I don't want to catch any idiots of you showing off—

[Explosion sound ]

'Halt.'

Wiš'adel : .....

[Comms static ]

'You may not advance any further.'

「Only a few Sarkaz have noticed the young Cautus girl within their ranks.
She marches towards the head of the line. 」

[Something flying by and flashing Arts ]

<Background fades out and in>

「Then, with a wave of her staff, the girl draws a line behind where she stands. The black line spreads across the earth. 」

[Ground shaking ]

「A black wall rises up where the line once was.
An impregnable wall, woven of black silk threads, separates the two opposing forces.
The Sarkaz can no longer see the Cautus girl on the other side of the wall. 」

「But one thing remains imprinted in their memories—the black crown floating above her head.
The King of Sarkaz.
Their king has not abandoned them? They have a new king?
But... why an outblood king?
The new king's voice resonates in the minds of every Sarkaz present. Meanwhile, the fleet sent to block them clearly hears her words: 」

Amiya : The Sarkaz are going home.
I will not rule out violence if necessary. I know full well the weight of this Black Crown.
Theresa has already led the myriad souls away. For the first time, the Sarkaz have a choice.
I will not let her efforts be in vain.
Nor do I want the Sarkaz, or any of you, to start another war.
The cycle of hatred and revenge must end.

「This is the first time Amiya has openly revealed her identity since Theresa taught her all there was to know about the Black Crown inside the Assimilated Universe.
Now she can hear noisy cries from amidst the Sarkaz. 」

'Impossible! It can't be!'
'An outblood stole the Sarkaz's crown? How?! Why?!'
'She is our king? Do I have to make a tribute? What does she want from us?'
'Let's go! It's onto the next battlefield!'

「Terror, suspicion, reverence, ecstasy. A wave of emotions floods Amiya's mind.
In the past, she has made several attempts to explore the information stored within the Black Crown, but she has never gone this far.
The tide of information nearly overwhelms her. For millennia, the Sarkaz have desperately sought their 'King', chasing an elusive vision.
She tries her best to steady her thoughts and maintain the unshakable black wall. 」

Amiya : I am no ruler, nor am I the King of Sarkaz.
If the Sarkaz hate me for this, I will accept that.
I will show them the way forward, the path to end their suffering.
Both sides should stand down.
There won't be any more war.

「The black wall still stands, just as the Catastrophe swirls above the wilderness.
After a long stalemate, the first battleship in the fleet begins to change direction. 」

Amiya : Great. Finally...

「The wave of thoughts suddenly fade away, and she hears an unusually clear voice— 」

'...Who are you?'

<Background 7>

Apostolic Knight : Remain silent.
As His Holiness commanded.

Lateran Commando : Even though the Sarkaz have committed countless crimes within our holy city? Even though Laterano has never before faced such provocation and desecration?
Even though their army is openly threatening the safety of our residents? Even then, we will not respond?

Apostolic Knight : Yes. His Holiness believes that Laterano should not interfere in this matter.

Lateran Commando : I wish to see him. I'm going to file a protest!

Apostolic Knight : ...We are unsure where he is right now.

Yvangelista XI : The sudden disturbance of the halo, and the flood of information...
For whatever reason, it suddenly became aware of something.
'A conversation'.
It is... having a conversation. With something similar to itself.
Since it has decided to make its choice, I am afraid I must follow suit. The new revelation it has showed us is something Laterano can no longer bear on its own.
Let me think... let's start with the first question.
...Who are you?

<Background black>

'I have to admit, Your Holiness, that this is a long road.'
'Even without the whispers of the myriad souls trapped in Originium for millennia, it will still take a long time for the Sarkaz and this land to let go of their hatred.'
'Well then, Amiya, my child, what if we do not have that much time?'

'What if Terra is no longer in its infancy and has come to the point where it has to face its future—'
'Theresa warned me this might happen.'

「Someone walks into the static void.
He is following someone else's footsteps, although their footprints have vanished from this place forever.
The tower is still collapsing, a hint at everything that has transpired.
Although time has no meaning here, he must admit that he's a step late.
She is already completely out of reach.
Now all he can see is the golden ocean and the lonely diamond in the sky. 」

'Amiya, not even I, the pope, know when or where the disaster will occur.'
'But I am certain that it will be a crisis that we've never faced before—'
'It is right before our eyes.'