Chapter 10x: The Mask Laughs (Script)
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(If Chris is female)
Jagen:
Sire, Lord Horace should be inside this fort.
Chris:
It seems the enemy has already infiltrated the building. Please be careful, sire.
Marth:
All right. Let us fight with caution.
(If Chris is male)
Jagen:
Sire, Lord Horace should be inside this old castle.
Chris:
It seems the enemy has already infiltrated the building. Please be careful, sire.
Marth:
All right. Let us fight with caution.
(Map Start)
Roro:
Weeheehee. Horace, was it? You're a stubborn old fellow. You've already done in three of my brothers. But there are more of them... more and more and more and more. Just how long can you last? Weeheehee.
Horace:
Who the hell are you? Who gave you the orders to attack me?
Roro:
Weeheehee. Who knows? I sure don't. But really, poor you! You'll be killed by me, and won't even know the reason.
Horace:
My life isn't my own. Ever since I became a knight, my life is for my liege and my people. I cannot be defeated by cowards like you.
Roro:
Weeheehee. Then bring it on. We are Roro. One is all, and all is one. Want to know how to defeat me? Simple. Just kill the real me. But, can you find the real me? Weheehee.
(Kill several Roro clones)
Roro:
Weeheehee. You can kill me and kill me again. But, there are more of my brothers... more and more and more and more of them. As long as the real me is still standing, there'll be no end of me... Weeheehee.
(Chris talks to Horace)
Horace:
You are Chris, Prince Marth's Royal Guard, correct? 'Tis an honor to meet you. I am Horace, an Archanean knight in the service of Princess Nyna. Prince Marth saved me in the previous war. For Princess Nyna's sake, please allow me the privilege of fighting alongside you.
(Fighting Roro)
Roro:
Weeheehee. Am I real or am I false? Try me and see.
(Killing the real Roro)
Roro:
Wee... hee... How did... you... know...?
(Stage Ending)
Chris:
Sire, the remaining enemies have fled. Victory is ours.
Marth:
Good work. But either way, that was a strange enemy. Were they even human...?
Jagen:
I've heard rumors about them. Those wicked assassins crushed their souls when they were young, and raised them as living puppets who follow orders without question...
Marth:
How pitiful...
Marth:
Chris. I wonder if Katarina was raised under such circumstances, as well...
Chris:
...
Marth:
However, we can't do anything about that now. Let us go ahead. To Anri's Way, where Lord Gotoh awaits.
(Speaking with Jagen)
Chris:
Sir Jagen, I've found something most odd inside the castle. It's this mask. It seems like a different type from the one those assassins wore, but what's it for...?
Jagen:
Heh... This is a mask for use in a masquerade ball, I believe.
Chris:
Masquerade ball?
Jagen:
Yes. Noblemen once donned these masks in order to conceal their identities. They were probably used in this old castle a long time ago. So, it's unrelated to the assassins.
Chris:
I see... But, it sure is a strange mask.
Jagen:
What of it? Don't tell me you intend to wear it?
(Say Yes)
Chris:
Yes. For some reason, I feel like giving it a try.
Jagen:
You are an odd one. Well, do as you wish.
(Say No)
Chris:
No, I'll leave it where I found it.
Jagen:
Yes, good idea.
(Katarina reports to Eremiah)
Katarina:
Lady Eremiah... I have a report. Roro, he...
Eremiah:
I see, so he failed. Even though I took such good care of him... Such a troublesome child.
Katarina:
Lady Eremiah, the Altean army is strong. Now that Roro has been defeated... Perhaps we should refrain from pursuing them.
Eremiah:
No. Crushing Altea was an order of his.
Katarina:
But...
Kleine:
What? Eine, don't tell me you're afraid?
Katarina:
Kleine...
Kleine:
Lady Eremiah, please allow me the honor. I'll take care of them.
Eremiah:
My, you're a good girl, Kleine. Would you?
Kleine:
Anything for you, Lady Eremiah.
Katarina:
... Lady Eremiah, about the remaining Roro brothers...
Eremiah:
Ah, those. Get rid of all of them.
Katarina:
Lady Eremiah...!
Eremiah:
They can't fight now that they've lost Roro, can they? So, they're useless now. Broken junk is to be discarded.
Katarina:
B-but, Lady Eremiah... They were with us in the orphanage... with you too, Lady Eremiah...
Eremiah:
So what?
Katarina:
...
Kleine:
Eine, you sure are useless, aren't you? Don't worry, Lady Eremiah. I'll get rid of them.
Eremiah:
My, Kleine is such a good little girl. Completely different from a certain failure.
Kleine:
Ah, Lady Eremiah...Your praise makes me happy.
Katarina:
...
