Heroes of Light and Shadow Base 5 (F)

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Chris:
Sir Arran, there is something I want to ask of you. Please teach me what it means to be a knight.

Arran:
To be a knight...?

Chris:
Yes, sir. What is it that really defines a knight? I've always pondered this. Be it prowess, nobility or loyalty... Each knight seems to have a different answer. I want to know what you think, Sir Arran.

Arran:
The way of the knight, huh...? Sadly, I can't teach you... Argh! Cough...! ...Guh...!

Chris:
Sir Arran, are you all right?

Arran:
...Yes, this happens all the time. No need to fret. Chris, before serving Prince Marth... I used to be a wandering knight. I have served two masters. I am not worthy to speak about what it means to be a knight.

Chris:
But, that's exactly why I wanted to ask you, Sir Arran. I've been thinking... Perhaps there's more than one way to be a knight-- Maybe each knight holds his own meaning in his or her heart. I am inexperienced as a knight, so I was hoping you could help me find my way, Sir Arran...

Arran:
...Sorry, but I still haven't figured it out for myself. I'm afraid I can't help you.

Chris:
I see... That's a pity.

Arran:
I'm sorry...

(B with Arran)
Cough...! Guh...! Gah...ha...!

Chris:
Sir Arran!? What's happening to you...!? Pull yourself together! Somebody, please help! Sir Arran is...!

Arran:
Wait! Please... Don't tell the others.

Chris:
But, you look absolutely terrible...!

Arran:
This won't kill me. Not while this war rages. I swear it on my honor as a knight. This will likely be my last war. I don't want to leave with any regrets.

Chris:
Sir Arran... Why are you pushing yourself so hard...?

Arran:
You asked me before what it means to be a knight... Long ago, I went astray... This war shall be my redemption.

Chris:
Sir Arran...

Arran:
For a knight, sacrificing yourself for your cause is the highest honor... Chris, I beg of you. I'm sure you understand, as a fellow knight...

Chris:
... ...Yes. If you are set on this... I will not stop you.

Arran:
You have my thanks, Chris...

(A with Arran)
Arran:
It happened a long time ago, when I was a knight for my old kingdom. There was a rebellion and my liege ordered me to suppress it. But what I met was no army... They were poor peasants, unable to survive the harsh winter due to the poor harvest.

Chris:
...

Arran:
They didn't intend to fight. But, in order to survive... they had no choice but to make themselves heard. My liege understood that and ordered me to slay them to set an example. And I... followed that order.

Chris:
...Sir Arran...

Arran:
I used to think absolute loyalty to one's liege was a knight's most important duty. But, I was mistaken. So, I left my liege and spent a long time wandering...

Chris:
That's... But it wasn't your fault, Sir Arran. The one responsible for it was...

Arran:
No, I... can't forgive myself. "I was just following orders... It wasn't my fault..." I could tell myself that endlessly, but deep inside I'd never be convinced. And it would not erase my sins. I can't forgive myself more than anyone.

Chris:
Sir Arran...

Arran:
A liege I could swear loyalty to from the bottom of my heart... I searched far and wide for such a liege and finally I found him. Prince Marth is my liege. As long as I fight for him, I can be a true knight.

Chris:
So that's why you're fighting so hard in this war...

Arran:
I won't last long. I probably won't survive this war at all. But, I have no regrets. A knight isn't a puppet that blindly follows orders. That is not loyalty. To fight for a cause I believe in, under a liege I believe in. That is what it means to be a knight.

Chris:
Sir Arran... Sir Arran, please let me follow your path.

Arran:
Chris...

Chris:
After listening to your words, I can now see it clearly-- The path I must follow as a knight.

(C with Barst)

Barst:
Hey, you!

Chris:
Y-yes?


Barst:
Unless I'm mistaken... You're Chris, right? Yeah, you gotta be!

Chris:
Wh-what are you doing...? Why are staring at me like that?
Barst:
Whoops, sorry! I'm Barst. By the way, your body is... Are you really a woman?
Chris:
What!! What are you trying to say!?
Barst:
Nothing at all! Sorry! I worded it badly!
Chris:
...Then, what did you mean to say?
Barst:
...I was talking about your body build. Not surprisingly, it's befitting of a knight.
Chris:
Is that so?
Barst:
Yeah. I can see it clearly. You must have had a good teacher!

Chris:
My grandfather was my teacher. Thanks for the compliment. However... But, you could tell that?
Barst:
Yeah. I did all sorts of things after the War of Shadows, y'see.

Chris:
Huh, the War of Shadows? ...You mean to say you've fought alongside Prince Marth before?

Barst:
Yeah, I did. And?

Chris:
Ah! Pardon my rudeness, um, Sir Barst...

Barst:
Just call me Barst. See you later, Chris!

(Barst B)
Chris:
Barst. I want to ask you a question.

Barst:
Oh, if it ain't Chris! What is it? Ask away.

Chris:
You said you did all sorts of things after the War of Shadows. May I ask what things...?


Barst:
Oh, that. I don't mind telling you, but... Why do you want to know?

Chris:
From an early age, I've been raised to be a knight. However...


Barst:
...Did I make you curious?

Chris:
Yes. I don't think I'll abandon my knighthood. However, if I could hear from somebody who walked another path, then perhaps I...
Barst:
I see. Well, it ain't a very interesting tale, so don't complain to me later, OK?

Chris:
No... Don't say that. My grandfather used to tell me, "Nothing we do is in vain," after all.

Barst:
Heh, you really did have a good teacher! All right. Listen up then, Chris.

Barst:
First I got to talk about Talys. Then there's my stint in Archanea... Wait, I need to fit in my pirating days too...

Chris:
Huh, p-pirating!?

(BARST A)

Barst:
Chris! It's been a while!

Chris:
Yes, Barst. Last time, I had the chance to listen to your life story.


Barst:
Yeah. I ended up talking your ears off didn't I?

Chris:
There are so many different ways to live your life... That's what you made me feel.


Barst:
Oh, I made you use your noggin. Ain't that something!


Barst:
...So. What'd you decide to do with your life?

Chris:
I will protect Prince Marth. No matter what. If I protect him, he will change the world... That's what I believe.


Barst:
...Good answer! That's why I can trust my back to you. Damn, I want Cord and Bord to hear what you just said!

Chris:
Why... that in particular?

Barst:
They've been in the mercenary business too long. I want to show them how to live when it's peaceful.

Chris:
Yes... I see. I wouldn't mind telling them. But, you... don't actually want me to, do you?

Barst:
What do you mean?

Chris:
You want to teach them the ways of life by living your own life as an example.

Chris:
I can see it written on your face.

Barst:
...Hahaha! You got me! You're right, Chris. All right, let's end this battle already... Then I can move on to the next part of my life story!

Chris:
Yes! Let's do this together!

(Cecil C)

Cecille:
Chris, I have a favor to ask. May I train with you?

Chris:
Yes, I don't mind. It won't be easy, though... Are you all right with that?

Cecille:
Of course. You won't hear me complaining. Chris, your strength is clear to me. And that's why I don't want to fall behind you in the battlefield.

Chris:
Alright, I understand. But, Cecille, you're strong too.

Cecille:
Not at all. That's the least thing... ...Huh...?

Chris:
What's wrong?

Cecille:
...S-say, Chris... Didn't you hear something?

Chris:
Hm? No, not a thing.

Cecille:
It sounded like a sad howl...

Chris:
Aw, I'm sure it's just the wind. What's wrong, Cecille? You don't look too well...

Cecille:
I-I'm calling it a day. Training too much is bad for your body, after all!

Chris:
Cecille? But we haven't started training yet...

(Cecille B):
Cecille:
S-say, Chris.

Chris:
What's the matter?

Cecille:
Er... Did you hear that rumor? I-I don't believe it, but I'm just curious...

Chris:
What rumor?

Cecille:
Y-you know... The rumor that there's a ghost haunting this army...

Chris:
Oh, that nonsense.

Cecille:
Nonsense!? They say the ghost of a long-haired girl...

Chris:
Yeah, that was just some dry wood. Someone was just seeing things. It's just a joke at this point.

Cecille:
A-ah, I see. Yes. Of course. There's no way it could have been a ghost...

Chris:
Cecille, don't tell me you're afraid of ghosts?

Cecille:
N-no way! Something like that couldn't possibly exist! I'm not a child anymore... Ghosts are silly. But just to be on the safe side...
Chris:
Hm?

Cecille:
What? Is something wrong?

Chris:
Didn't you hear that strange sound, Cecille?

Cecille:
Huh?! Kyaaaaaaa!

Chris:
Cecille!?

Cecille:
W-where, where!? Where did it come from!? Where is it? N-no... Noooo!

Chris:
Wait... Calm down, Cecille. I can't move with you clinging on to me like this.

Cecille:
B-but, but...! It's t-the gho-ghost... Begoooone vile spirit!

Chris:
Cecille... L-listen to me...! M-my neck... Stop squeezing my... I can't... breathe...

Cecille:
Someoooone! Save meeeee!

Chris:
T...that's my... line...

(Cecille A)


Cecille:
Oh, er...

Chris:
Hi Cecille. About last time...

Chris:
Hey, wait. Please wait. Why are you trying to run away from me?

Cecille:
L-last time... I really made a fool of myself. And I was talking so proudly... Y-you can laugh all you want.

Chris:
So you have a weakness too, Cecille.

Cecille:
Y-yes I do, what about it!? No matter how hard I try, I can't do anything if I'm afraid! It's my fault for being afraid!

Chris:
That isn't a bad thing. That's just how you are.

Cecille:
Say what...?

Chris:
Everyone has their weaknesses. I'm the same. And that goes for battle, too. None of us are perfect. That's why we have to work together. So, we don't need to force ourselves. Not me, not you.

Cecille:
...Chris. ...That might be true. I didn't want to fall behind. I didn't want to show my weakness. That's why I was always acting tough. But, because you saw my weakness... I think I can relax a bit now.

Chris:
I see, I'm glad. Then I'm counting on you, Cecille.

Cecille:
Yes, I won't let you down!

(Draug C)

Draug:
Chris. How are things?

Chris:
Very well, sir!

Draug:
You don't need to be so formal with me. You're not an apprentice anymore. Here, we are both comrades protecting Prince Marth together.

Chris:
Yes, thank you very much. But you're such a humble man, Sir Draug. Despite your strength and valor, you don't brag at all.

Draug:
Oh, I'm not that strong.

Chris:
No, Sir Draug, you are a hero. I wasn't wise to the details before, because I came from the countryside. But now that I'm traveling the lands and hearing stories about the previous war, I'm continually impressed. They speak of Sir Draug the hero, who repelled all of his foes with his impenetrable defense...

Draug:
Well, rumors are often exaggerated.

Chris:
Sir Draug, I'll do my best every day to get close to your level.

Draug:
Well, enthusiasm is good. Work hard, Chris.

(Draug B)

Chris:
Sir Draug, I'd like to ask you something. Can you teach me your legendary technique?

Draug:
Legendary technique? I only know of normal techniques.

Chris:
Sir Draug, you are even more humble than I thought. You're a legendary hero, yet you don't seem to boast at all... Sir Draug, I've heard the legends about the previous war. Like how you took on hundreds of enemies without so much as flinching...

Draug:
Y-yeah. That sounds greatly exaggerated...

Chris:
And then, with a swing of your lance, you blew the enemy army away to the skies.

Draug:
Wait, what?

Chris:
Then, to finish them, you took flight and with a strike of your lance, sent them flying far from Archanea.

Draug:
No no, wait a minute. That's complete nonsense.

Chris:
Indeed. I don't think it's something a man could do. Unless that man is Sir Draug...

Draug:
No no, I can't do it either. Chris, I'm happy that you hold me in high esteem, but those legends aren't true at all. They've been exaggerated beyond belief. Are you truly suggesting I grew wings and that's how I took flight...?

Chris:
There's no need to be so modest, Sir Draug. You know such an amazing technique, but you won't even admit it... Sir Draug, please teach me your technique!

Draug:
... ...I think we've a misunderstanding here.

(Draug A)
Chris:
Sir Draug, about the training for your legendary technique...

Draug:
Oh yes. I asked you to lift up ten men with your little finger... How did it go? You understand it's impossible now, right?

Chris:
Yes... It is indeed impossible for me right now.

Draug:
Isn't it? Do you understand now, Chris? The difference between legend and reality?

Chris:
Yes. No matter how hard I try... I can only lift three people...

Draug:
W-what...!?

Chris:
I am still no match for you, Sir Draug... But, if I continue training, I'm confident I'll reach your level someday. Sir Draug, I shall do my best. Until the day I can be on par with a legendary hero like you...

Draug:
... Those legends aren't real... Hey, Chris, wait! I need to explain something to you!

(Feena C)
Feena:
Hey, what are you doing here all alone?

Chris:
I'm getting some extra training in.

Feena:
Hmm, don't you get tired from training all the time?

Chris:
I need to do it to become stronger.

Feena:
Hmm... Hey, now that I've had a good look at you, you're actually kinda cute. But you don't have much of a fashion sense; you're just like Navarre in that way. Here, check me out. My clothes are cute, aren't they? See how they flutter in the wind? You won't be popular with the boys unless you're fashionable like I am.

Chris:
I'd rather focus on my training, thanks. Actually, I don't really like the way you dress...

Feena:
What's wrong with the way I dress? Tell me! Don't you find it cute?

Chris:
It's too thin and you're not properly covered.

Feena:
I'm not covered? Tee hee. Chris, you're such a serious girl. But I bet it wouldn't do you any harm to try dressing like me. After all, your chest is rather...
Chris:
W-what about my chest...!? W-wait, don't look at me like that, you're embarrassing me...
Feena:
Ohmigosh, are you embarrassed? Ooh! You're so cute!

Chris:
...I'm not cute. Excuse me.

Feena:
Hey, wait a second!

(Feena B)

Feena:
Hey, Chris.

Chris:
What is it?

Feena:
You really do train every single day, don't you? Isn't it just terrible for a young girl like you to train on your lonesome?

Chris:
I'll lose my competitive edge if I miss a single day.

Feena:
Tsk, you're so boring. Oh, right! Hey, do you want to see my dance?

Chris:
Your dance? Oh, I'd be happy to. Your dance will invigorate me, right? If you dance for me, I'll be able to train twice as hard.

Feena:
Then... In exchange, you'll have to dance for me too, Chris!

Chris:
M-me, dance?

Feena:
Yes, it'd be unfair for me to dance alone. Not just because... dancing's rather embarrassing...

Chris:
I-is that so?

Feena:
Yes. But if you're with me Chris, then I won't be afraid. Come on, change into these clothes. We'll both wear these clothes to dance a special dance.
Chris:
T-these clothes...? A-are these really clothes...? Not undergarments, right...?

Feena:
Chris, you're so pretty. I'm sure these clothes'll suit you. So come on, off with your clothes...

Chris:
N-no... I can't...

Feena:
Ahaha! It was a joke. Look at you, you've gone all red! I can't believe you took me seriously!

Chris:
Y-you...!

Feena:
But it's fun to tease you, Chris! If you're annoyed, then how about you tease me back?

Chris:
Enough of this. I'm going back to my training.

Feena:
Oh, don't get angry at me. I was just teasing you! Hey, wait!

(Feena A)
Feena:
Fluttery! So, how was it? Did you like my dance?

Chris:
Yes, I'm brimming with energy.

Feena:
Are you happy that I'm here?

Chris:
Yes, of course. When you're here, my training is far more productive.

Feena:
You're just saying that! But actually you want to dance with me, don't you? You could just ask me, if you wanted to continue what we started.
Chris:
Continue what we started...? You're right. I desired to learn to dance, too.
Feena:
But, if you want to dance, you will have to wear those revealing clothes. Are you really up for it, Chris?
Chris:
...I've decided. If it's to learn a new skill, I'll do whatever it takes. Besides, revealing clothes are nice. Look, I prepared some for both of us. Feena, try these clothes out.
Feena:
Huh? T-these clothes are... Can you even call them clothes...? I-I might as well dance naked!
Chris:
Come on, take your clothes off.
Feena:
J-j-just wait a minute! These clothes... I'm fine wearing them, but are you, Chris? What would Prince Marth think of us if he saw us wearing THAT...?
Chris:
I am fully prepared to fall from grace together with you.
Feena:
Wait, come again!? I-I said wait a minute...
Chris:
It's too late for words now. Even if you've changed your mind, I'll undress you by force if I have to.
Feena:
Kya, kyaaa! N-no... Chris, stopppp! Forgive meeee!
Chris:
Feena...
Feena:
Huh...?
Chris:
Gotcha.
Feena:
Eh? Whaaaaat!
Chris:
You asked me to tease you back, didn't you? So I did. But, to see you all flustered like this. So you are a little girl after all, Feena.
Feena:
Are you serious, Chris!? I won't forgive you for this!

(Catria C)
Catria:
Greetings. You are Prince Marth's Royal Guard... Chris, correct?

Chris:
And you are Dame Catria of the Macedonian Whitewings...

Catria:
Just Catria is fine, thanks. We're comrades, so I'd be happy if we could talk normally between us.

Chris:
All right. I'd like that too. We've already fought together for a while.

Catria:
That we have. I've seen you battle many times. You fight with peerless devotion to protect Prince Marth... Just as I'd expect from Prince Marth's Royal Guard.

Chris:
I'm honored. Thank you for your praise. I've watched you fight, too. You're incredibly powerful. I admire you as a fellow female warrior.

Catria:
Ha... you embarrass me.

Chris:
In the coming battles... I believe we'll fight together many more times. I'm counting on you.

Catria:
Yes, likewise.

(Catria B)

Catria:
Chris, about that last battle... I'm sorry. ...You had to save me.

Chris:
It's fine, we're comrades after all. But you left yourself wide open in battle. That's not like you. Did something happen?

Catria:
N-no... I just lack experience.

Chris:
That's not true. If you fought with your full strength, you wouldn't need my help at all.

Catria:
...

Chris:
That reminds me... Sometimes I'd see you just staring off into the distance. Were you watching Prince Marth?

Catria:
...Ah! N-no. It isn't like that! I was, uh...

Chris:
You don't need to hide it, Catria. Prince Marth is a great man, after all. Everyone is fighting in this army because they admire Prince Marth. I'm no different. You feel the same way, don't you?

Catria:
Y-yeah... That's right.

Chris:
For your sake as well, Catria, I must do my best as a Royal Guard. I will work my hardest. For Prince Marth, for you, and for all...

Catria:
Chris...

(Catria A)

Catria:
Say, Chris. Haven't you been overdoing it lately?

Chris:
W-what do you mean?

Catria:
I admire you for so fervently protecting Prince Marth, but you've been pushing yourself beyond your limits...

Chris:
...Catria. It looks like I couldn't hide it from you after all. Our enemies are becoming stronger. Protecting Prince Marth is not easy. However, I promise you this:
no matter what happens to me, at least Prince Marth will be...

Catria:
I'm not worried about Prince Marth, I'm worried about you. If you surrendered your life, even if to protect him... ...I'm sure he would be distraught.

Chris:
That's... Yes. You're right. I might have been taking things too far.

Catria:
No matter what happens, I'm here if you need help. We're comrades, after all.

Chris:
Got it. Thanks, Catria. I'm glad you're here for me.

Catria:
It's okay. You've already helped me too, after all... Hey, Chris...

Chris:
Hm?

Catria:
You see, there's something that was bothering me for a long time... Something I couldn't tell anyone. A forbidden feeling... A terrible burden deep within my chest, and I could do nothing to alleviate it... I hated it... It was horrible.

Chris:
If you want to talk about it, I'll listen.

Catria:
Thanks. But right now... I feel a little better. I believe it's probably thanks to you.

Chris:
Me?

Catria:
You have always been by my side. We'd talk and laugh together... We'd talk about Prince Marth and about each other... And as we did... Little by little, my pain lessened. As time passes, then maybe, someday... I'll be able to forget it entirely...

Chris:
Huh? I'm sorry, but I don't really get it...

Catria:
That's fine. You don't need to. Anyway, thank you Chris...

(Malicia C)
Malicia:
Hey, you're Prince Marth's personal knight, aren't you?

Chris:
Yes, that's right. I am Chris. And you are?

Malicia:
I'm Malicia. There's something I wanna know. About my dear prince... Prince Marth.

Chris:
Your dear prince? Well, he is a prince, but...

Malicia:
You see, men are such disgusting creatures, but Prince Marth is totally different. He reached out to me, gently, with his comforting eyes. He even promised to marry me, right in front of Granny...

Chris:
Really? I find that difficult to believe...

Malicia:
Oh, I remember when I close my eyes. As I was being pursued by bandits, and cried for help... Prince Marth came gallantly galloping to my rescue riding a white horse...

Chris:
My liege doesn't ride a white horse.

Malicia:
Let's not fuss over the details. Oh yes, where should we hold our wedding? Prince Marth might want it in Altea, but I want Granny to see me in a wedding dress... And then, after the wedding... We'd look up at the night sky from the castle's balcony, just the two of us... And I'd say "Isn't it beautiful?" Then he would whisper into my ear, "Not nearly as much as you are..." And then, and then, we'd kiss gently under the moonlight... Eeeeeek! Silly Malicia!

Chris:
Um... I'm sorry to interrupt at such an important part, but...

Malicia:
Ah! Please stop, Prince Marth. I'm so embarrassed!

Chris:
Prince Marth recently got engaged...

Malicia:
B-but, if you want to, then I... Squeee!

Chris:
She isn't listening at all... I suppose I'll just let her be.

(Malicia B)
Malicia:
How awful...! Sniff, sniff. He was just toying with me.

Chris:
Oh yes... I've heard the story. You told Sir Jagen you were going to marry Prince Marth and asked to meet him privately. It's no surprise you made Sir Jagen furious...

Malicia:
But, Prince Marth looked at me with such sparkling eyes. And even Granny was fooled, too... Ohh... Prince Marth played with my pure, innocent heart...

Chris:
What? No, that's not true. Stop making such outrageous claims. I can't let you spread strange rumors about my liege.

Malicia:
But, it was my first love... Sniff, sniff.

Chris:
Don't cry... All right, come on. I'll buy you a pastry, so please stop crying.

Malicia:
Don't treat me like a kid. I'm a grownup! ...The pastry has to be sweet, got it?

Chris:
You do want it, don't you?

Malicia:
I like sweet pie, like Granny used to make...

Chris:
All right. I'll do what I can. So cheer up, okay?

Malicia:
Chris... Thank you. You're on my side, aren't you?

Chris:
Huh?

Malicia:
You're right. What matters now is how Prince Marth and I feel about each other! I won't give up just because that old sack of bones won't allow it. Thank you, Chris. I'll do my best!

Chris:
...Oh dear, how do I fix this now?

(Malicia A)
Malicia:
Hello Chris.

Chris:
Oh, Malicia. I hear you've stopped sneaking into Prince Marth's room. That's one less thing for me to worry about.

Malicia:
Yes. Actually, I've been wondering. How should I handle my feelings for Prince Marth?

Chris:
I see you finally understand. You let your imagination run wild... It's time to face reality, like an adult.

Malicia:
I'm already an adult!

Chris:
I felt the same way back when I lived in my village. But, now that I've become a knight and fought all these battles... I see clearly. I was a child back then. I hadn't seen enough of the world.

Malicia:
Is that so?

Chris:
Yes, you're still young. You should think carefully about your life. You will continue to mature and gradually become a much more charming woman.

Malicia:
Chris... Thank you, Chris.

Chris:
I'm just glad you understand.

(Marth C)
Chris:
Sire, are you departing?
Marth:
Hello, Chris. Yes, but it's nothing important.
Chris:
There is no need to concern yourself; please tell me what you wish to do and I shall do it in your stead.
Marth:
Thank you. But it's okay, I'll be back soon.
Chris:
Then, I shall accompany you.
Marth:
I appreciate it, but... Chris, I'm not going anywhere dangerous.
Chris:
Still, it would be terrible if anything were to happen to you, sire. It is my duty as your Royal Guard to protect you at all times.
Marth:
I-I see. Hmm... the truth is...
Chris:
Sire?
Marth:
Well, I've accumulated a little sweat, so I was considering undressing and taking a bath. However, I was just thinking whether or not it would be fine to show you my naked body...
Chris:
P-p-p-p-p-please forgive me! So you just wanted a bath... I'm sorry, how embarrassing of me.
Marth:
Oh no, it's okay. I'm really happy that you'd go that far to protect me.

(Marth B)

Marth:
Hello, Chris. Are you doing anything?
Chris:
Yes. I am off to the drill grounds.
Marth:
The drill grounds? That's the place where you can acquire further battle experience, correct?
Chris:
Yes, it's a wonderful place. It costs money, true, but if you land a winning streak, you can obtain more experience than in actual battles. So I'm sure we can all become much, much stronger if we visit it.
Marth:
That's how you plan to become stronger, Chris...? I'm amazed by your commitment.
Chris:
Yes, I shall work hard so that I may live up to your expectations. If I become stronger, I can also fight stronger opponents... It's quite thrilling. Oh...
Marth:
Is something wrong?
Chris:
No, I just realized what I just said wasn't very feminine...
Marth:
Haha, perhaps indeed. Does it bother you?
Chris:
Yes... Even as a child, all I ever did was training. I don't know to do girly things, like cooking or sewing. Until now, I told myself I'm a knight before I'm a woman, but... As of late, I noticed I've even started thinking like a man, and... That's just embarrassing.

Chris:
And it makes me worried... that those in our army might view me as a man.
Marth:
Though I think you're girly enough, Chris. Chris:
Y-you speak truly?
Marth:
Yes. When you heard me talk about bathing, your face turned bright red... No doubt, I think that part of you is very girly. Chris:
A-ah, about that episode... Please don't mention it again... Oh dear, how embarrassing...

(Marth A)


Marth:
Chris, I am sure our battles will become tougher from now on. However, we cannot afford to lose. For everyone's sake...

Chris:
Yes, I understand. Sire, let us end this war, alive, no matter what. For the future of Altea... and for the future of this world.

Marth:
The future, huh...? Five years or ten years afterwards... What kind of future awaits us, I wonder?

Chris:
I believe you'll ascend as king of Altea, and govern the world. By then, you'll probably have children too... I am certain your children will be both kind and brave.

Marth:
Thank you for your kind future. And what will you be doing, then?

Chris:
When that time comes... I believe I'll still be serving you by your side. And, if I happen to have children of my own... I am sure my children will fight for the future of Altea, as well.

Marth:
My children and your children... It would be lovely if they could get along.

Chris:
Truly.

Marth:
For that future, too... We must be victorious. Let's do our best, Chris.

Chris:
Sire!

(Matthis C)

Matthis:
Oh no... What am I going to do?

Chris:
Hm? Do you need help, Sir Matthis?

Matthis:
I'm worried. I'm so worried, I can't stand still...

Chris:
Worried about what?

Matthis:
Oh, thanks for listening. You see, I'm can't stop thinking about what's happening to Lena.

Chris:
Sister Lena... She disappeared with the others, didn't she...?

Matthis:
Lena is my little sister. My cute lil' sister has been kidnapped. Our enemies are planning something wicked for them. There's no doubt about that. When I think about what they're doing to Lena, I just can't help worrying... Ahh, I can't stand it!

Chris:
I understand, Sir Matthis. But you should try to calm down...

Matthis:
There's no way I can calm down! She's as pure as the holiest maiden! And she's really cute, too. And she's been kidnapped... Do you have any idea what she must be going through? Of course you don't! As her big brother, I can't let anything happen to her!

Chris:
Wait, Sir Matthis! ...Just where are you going?

Matthis:
...To find Lena. Except I got no clue where she is. ...But, I'm not about to stand here and just do nothing, mark my words...!

Chris:
Not again...

(Matthis B)

Matthis:
Chris, I'd like to ask you something. I wonder if you could help me get stronger?

Chris:
You want to become stronger?

Matthis:
Me just standing here worrying isn't going to help anyone and I haven't the foggiest idea where Lena even is... But, once I DO learn where she is, as her big brother, it's my duty to save her! That's why I want to become strong.

Chris:
I see. That's a smart idea.

Matthis:
Think about it. What if another man saved Lena? If that happened, she would probably start falling for him, right?

Chris:
Uh-huh...

Matthis:
So, if some creep tricked her and then dumped her... Never! As her big brother, I can't let that tragedy befall her!

Chris:
S-sir Matthis!

Matthis:
As her big brother, I must become stronger so I can protect her from all the creeps lurking out there! I'll become the strongest man alive, for Lena's sake!

Chris:
Uh, all right. I'll do my best to help you, if I can.

Matthis:
Good, I'm counting on you. ...But, I'd prefer it if it didn't involve too much physical exercise. I don't want to get hurt, see...

(Matthis A)


Matthis:
Oh, if it isn't Chris!

Chris:
Sir Matthis... What happened to your training?

Matthis:
Oh, I gave that up.

Chris:
Already...?

Matthis:
Well, it was impossible from the beginning. Everyone has things they can and can't do. The truth is, I don't think I could ever beat you. Actually, that's what I wanted to ask you about. Chris, I'd like you to do it for me.

Chris:
Do what?

Matthis:
I'm sure I can trust Lena to you!

Chris:
B-but I'm a woman...

Matthis:
Oh, I'm not bothered about that.

Chris:
You might not be, but...

Matthis:
You've helped me out a bunch. I can tell you're a nice girl. So, I wouldn't mind being your big brother.

Chris:
No, thanks.

Matthis:
Don't be shy, little sister. Come on, let's rescue Lena together! Though you'll be doing most of the work!

(Norne C)
Norne:
Aaaah!

Chris:
Miss Norne, are you all right?

Norne:
I'm sorry, Chris. I can be such a klutz sometimes... Oh dear, I dropped my luggage. I should go pick it up...

Chris:
Let me help you.

Norne:
T-thanks. Oh, Chris. Since we're comrades, could we drop the formalities? We're about the same age and it'd be nice if I could talk normally to new knights like you.

Chris:
Hm... all right. Yeah, I'd prefer it your way too. Is this okay, Norne?

Norne:
Yeah, that's the spirit. All right then, Chris! I'm countin' on you.

Chris:
Likewise.

(Norne B)
Norne:
...So, I met Prince Marth when he was escapin' from Altea. Bein' an archer, I decided it was my duty to fight for him.

Chris:
So that's what happened. At that time, I was still studying day and night back in my village...

Norne:
What village might that be, Chris?

Chris:
Sera. It's fairly small.

Norne:
Huh, Sera village? You mean the one just over the mountain from my own village?

Chris:
What, really?

Norne:
Hold on. Say Chris, did you... Did you ever carry firewood to our village when you were little?

Chris:
Carry firewood to other villages? Yes, I did it for my grandfather when I was a child. He would have me do it sometimes instead of my usual marching training.

Norne:
I see, it all makes sense now. So the strong little girl was you. You were rather famous back in our village. How nostalgic! To think that I'd meet you again here... When you were little, you had a pair of very determined eyes. I see. So it was you...

(Norne A)
Norne:
Hey, do you remember, Chris? There was one time when you played with us, as children.

Chris:
...Hmm, I'm afraid I don't. All I remember of my childhood days... was my grandfather pushing me to my limits...

Norne:
I see. That's a shame... I volunteered to join the Altean army because I had met you.

Chris:
Really? You did?

Norne:
You might not remember it, but I do. One time, I got lost in the forest and was cryin'... until you came for me. You seemed to be worried yourself, but you gently comforted me. "It's okay, I'm here. I'll show you the way back." You were really reliable.

Chris:
Did I say that? I'm afraid I've no sense of direction...

Norne:
Hee hee, yes, that's right. You were lost too, so we didn't know what to do. But, you stayed by my side until the adults found us...

Chris:
Yes, I think I'm starting to remember now. So that was you...

Norne:
You've always said you wanted to become an Altean knight, right? When I met you, I decided I wanted to serve my country, too. So, I'm here now thanks to you.

Chris:
I see. Life sure is strange...

Norne:
Ahaha, truly... Hey Chris, once this war is over, come visit my village again. I want us to walk that old path again.

(Palla C)
Chris:
Hah...! Hah...! Haah! Guh... Did I... go too far...? I'm feeling... dizzy...
Palla:
Chris!? A-are you all right?

Chris:
Dame Palla... I-I'm okay. Sorry you had to see that...

Palla:
You look unsteady. This isn't like you... What were you doing?

Chris:
The truth is... I thought I wasn't... training hard enough. So I decided to train five times harder...
Palla:
How sudden... Then it's no wonder you collapsed.

Chris:
I-it's okay. "When training is hard, train even harder." My grandfather taught me that.
Palla:
That'll do you no good. You're pushing yourself too hard...! Here, sit down. Let's take a break.

Chris:
No, I can still...

Palla:
Let's. Take. A. Break.

Chris:
...Yes ma'am.

Palla:
Yes, that's more like it. You won't get strong if you force yourself to train too hard. You need to understand your limits. Here's some water. Please have some.

Chris:
T-thank you...

Palla:
I'll get more if you need it, just ask. But that's enough training for now. Do you hear me?

Chris:
Yes...

(Palla B)
Chris:
Ah, Dame Palla. Thanks for helping me the other day.

Palla:
No, I was interfering... Please forgive me. I can't help but care for people... It's a terrible habit of mine. My sisters told me to stop doing it, too...

Chris:
That reminds me. Out of the three sisters of Macedon, esteemed heroines of the previous war... You're the eldest of them, right, Dame Palla?

Palla:
Yes. Since our parents died when we were young, I had to accept the task of raising my sisters.

Chris:
I see. Dame Palla, you are, if I may say it, a very kind person.

Palla:
Thank you... I've never thought of it that way. Oh, by the way, Chris... I was wondering. Is your left shoulder all right?

Chris:
Huh? Oh... You're right, it is feeling rather stiff...

Palla:
I knew it. Don't you think you're overdoing it?

Chris:
It's fine. My grandfather used to tell me, "If your body hurts, heal it with training."
Palla:
Oh my gosh, that's... It would be terrible if you hurt yourself by training too hard. Show it to me.

Chris:
D-dame Palla...?

Palla:
Here... stay still. If I massage your shoulder like this, it'll relieve the pain.

Chris:
T-thanks...

Palla:
Just try to relax...

Chris:
Y-yes...!

Palla:
Chris? Are you turning red...?

Chris:
N-no! T-that's just, um...!

(Palla A)
Chris:
Dame Palla. Thanks for helping me the other day... again.

Palla:
I hope I wasn't cramping your style...

Chris:
Not at all. You were a great boon. Thanks to you, I can become even stronger. And be of greater assistance to Prince Marth.

Palla:
Chris, you really do your best for Prince Marth, don't you?

Chris:
Yes. You speak of my duty and my desire.

Palla:
I see... You're a good knight, Chris. I feel a strong affinity with you. Perhaps because your feelings towards Prince Marth are very similar to our feelings for Princess Minerva...
Chris:
Dame Palla, if it isn't a problem, could you... Help me with my training from now on, too? If you're around, I feel like I can work even harder.

Palla:
Yes, gladly.

(Linde C)
Chris:
I don't believe we've been introduced. I am Chris, Prince Marth's Royal Guard.

Linde:
I am Linde, daughter of Pontifex Miloah.

Chris:
Pontifex Miloah? ...I-I bet he's famous, right?

Linde:
Wow, you don't know Father?

Chris:
Sadly, no... Sorry. I come from the country, so I'm not aware of many things... Though I'm sure he's a great man.

Linde:
He is. There's not a soul in Archanea who doesn't know Father. He was a wonderful pontifex, respected by everyone. I've always wanted to be like him...

Chris:
I see. He sounds like someone I'd like to meet. Is he in Archanea right now?

Linde:
...He passed away. Killed by the Dark Pontifex, Gharnef.

Chris:
I see... My condolences.

Linde:
It's fine. Don't worry. What about your family?

Chris:
I don't have one anymore. I used to have my grandfather, but... he's gone, too.

Linde:
Oh. I'm sorry...

Chris:
No, it's fine. How should I put it...? It's a draw? We're square?

Linde:
We're even?

Chris:
Yes, that works.

Linde:
Tee hee... You're funny. Very well, Chris. It was nice meeting you.

Chris:
The pleasure is mine.

(Linde B)
Chris:
Hey, Linde. You're just in time.

Linde:
For what?

Chris:
I found some strawberries on the mountain, so I picked them. They look good, don't they? Take some.

Linde:
Pardon? These are strawberries?

Chris:
Don't tell me you've never eaten one?

Linde:
O-of course I have. But, the strawberries I ate back in the palace with Princess Nyna... They were bright red and beautiful. These are misshapen and the color is off.

Chris:
Really? The ones you find in the wild usually look like this, you know.

Linde:
They do? I was raised in the palace, so I'm not familiar with nature...

Chris:
...Wow, I'm a bumpkin... Oh well. Here, try one.

Linde:
Ah, thank you. ...Hm...

Chris:
How is it?

Linde:
It's good...! It tastes much better than the ones I had in the palace.

Chris:
I know, right? Living in the countryside has its perks, I'll have you know.

Linde:
You're amazing. Say, can I go with you to the mountain next time?

Chris:
Why, of course. I'd love to go together.

(Linde A)
Linde:
Here, Chris. I want to give you this.

Chris:
This is, um...?

Linde:
It's a good-luck charm. This kind is very popular in the palace town. It's supposed to protect its wearer from tragedy.

Chris:
Huh? Are you sure you want to give me something so precious? ...If you want more strawberries, I can just go get some for you.

Linde:
Hey... Do you really think I'm giving you this in exchange for strawberries? I'm giving it to you because you always protect me in the battlefield.

Chris:
Right, but... We're in this together, aren't we? I wouldn't have been able to get this far without your help, either.

Linde:
...Chris. Why do you protect me?

Chris:
Neither of us has a family anymore... So when I saw you fighting... I not sure how to say it, but I knew I had to protect you.

Linde:
I see. I feel the same way... And that's why I wanted to protect you. It's funny the way things turn out. I had no idea it would happen... And yet, we both came to feel this way after fighting together...

Chris:
Linde...

Linde:
S-so, that's why I'm giving you this. You face the most danger in battle. So stop being shy and take it!

Chris:
I see. In that case, I'll gladly accept it.

Linde:
You had better cherish it too!

Chris:
Yes, of course I will.

(Rody C)
Chris:
Hahh, hahh...

Rody:
What's going on? What are you doing here?

Chris:
Ah! Uh, no-nothing...

Rody:
What's that paper you're holding?

Chris:
...It's a rough map of the area. I thought it would be a smart idea to take a look around.

Rody:
...And then you got lost. That reminds me, you got lost once during our apprentice days, didn't you?

Chris:
I did. I caused trouble for you guys back then...

Rody:
Don't you have any sense of direction? Come on, let's head back. Sir Jagen is looking for you.

Chris:
Say, Rody. If you look at my map, where exactly are we right now?

Rody:
...I don't think that map is of this area.

Chris:
...

(Rody B)
Rody:
Chris, what are you doing?

Chris:
I'm going through my belongings. I was going to get rid of some tools I no longer use and books I've finished reading. When I first volunteered to be a knight, I imagined I would always travel lightly...

Rody:
That's a lot of stuff.

Chris:
Yeah, I've gradually picked up a lot of items since then, and I only just noticed how bad the situation's gotten.

Rody:
These books look difficult... Have you read them?

Chris:
Yes, all of them. Strategy and tactics are always important, after all.

Rody:
I see. ...Can I have them?

Chris:
Oh? Sure, I don't mind.

Rody:
Thank you. ...Well, see you later.

Chris:
Hm? Sure, I'll see you at the war council.

Rody:
...I see. You're not just coasting on talent. You're putting in all of this effort every day, aren't you...?

(Rody A)

Rody:
Chris, what are you doing here again?

Chris:
Hm? Oh, I just thought a change of scenery would help heal my spirit...

Rody:
You don't need to hide the fact that you're lost from me.

Chris:
Haha... Sorry. You got me. How do you find your way around so easily?

Rody:
Hmm... First, I look for distinct landmarks. Then, I use them to draw a map in my mind.

Chris:
...All right. I'll try that.

Rody:
But the most important thing is this: if you're lost, ask someone.

Chris:
Ah...

Rody:
There are other things you can rely on. Like us. ...If you're not sure if the army is going in the right direction, you must inform us straightaway. We can't afford to ALL get lost.

Chris:
Man, you're never going to let me forget about that, are you...? But... thanks, Rody.

(Bord C)

Chris:
You are... Sir Bord, right? Or are you Sir Cord?

Bord:
Hey, I'm Bord. Look properly before you talk next time!

Chris:
I see. Sorry. You two look alike, after all...

Bord:
Alike? Hey, gimme a break. I'm completely different from that dude. True, we're both mercenaries from Talys, and we're both woodcutters.

Chris:
I see you talk alike, too.

Bord:
...Well, I guess. But we're totally different. For instance, err... That's right, our faces! I've got the more handsome face, doncha agree?

Chris:
Handsome...?

Bord:
Yeah, take a goood look at my face. He can't deny it, either.

Chris:
...
Bord:
Just remember Bord's the handsome one! Then you can't go wrong. Simple! So yeah, don't get us mixed up again.

(Bord B)
Bord:
That Cord can be a really reckless dude... A long time ago, back when we fought together, a nearby village was about to be ransacked by bandits or something. That time, he tried to save the village alone.

Chris:
How noble of him.

Bord:
But there were too many of them. There's no way he could've beat them alone. But he just dove right in without thinking. He's such a pain in the ass.

Chris:
And what did you do, then?

Bord:
Hm? Well, I could've just let him get himself killed, but... I'd probably have trouble sleeping at night, if I did that.

Chris:
So you protected the village together with Cord.

Bord:
Well, I couldn't just leave him. It's not like I had a choice. I can't abandon a comrade. You know that feeling, doncha?

Chris:
Yes, I'd never abandon a comrade either.

Bord:
Oh, so you do get it. I could get along with you. Too bad I can't say the same of Cord.

(Bord A)
Bord:
But y'see, that Cord is really an annoying dude... Even if I wanted to, I can't get rid of him. He's always been my pal, see.

Chris:
Tee hee. Somehow, you both recognize each other's worth.

Bord:
Nonsense. You're kidding me, right? When we meet, we fight all the time. ...But, even that dude has got one good point. His sense of justice.

Chris:
Sense of justice...?

Bord:
That's right. He's got a real strong sense of duty. You know what I mean? If he sees somebody weak being bullied, he'll help them... That kinda courage. He's got that. Even this time, he volunteered at the first opportunity when he heard Prince Marth was in trouble. 'Cause he's like that, it makes me feel like tagging along too.

Chris:
I see... So in the end, you really do recognize each other's worth.

Bord:
N-nonsense. Were you even listening to me?

(Caesar C)
Chris:
Caesar... Sorry, are you reading?

Caesar:
I am. Chris... right? You're not disturbing me. It's a book I've read many times already.

Chris:
You seemed to be engrossed in it... What kind of book is it?

Caesar:
It's a book about tactics. As the leader of a group... I figured I should enhance myself.

Caesar:
The platoon I lead is far smaller than an army, but tactics is still important.

Chris:
Nonetheless... I was in disbelief during that battle. Your mercenary company was meant to be no match for a proper army, but it was like fighting a unit of elite one-man armies.

Caesar:
Though you still beat us in the end.

Chris:
That's because... Prince Marth carefully selected our numbers and equipment and made the best preparations he could.

Caesar:
Exactly.

Chris:
Hm?

Caesar:
The victor is often decided before the battle starts. Prince Marth prepared himself to win. We could not. That difference decided the outcome. The tactics used later were mere details.

Chris:
Is that written in that book?

Caesar:
Yes.

Chris:
That sounds interesting... May I have a look?

Caesar:
Sure. You can return it once you're done.

(Caesar B)
Caesar:
Hey, Chris. How is the book going?

Chris:
I started reading, but... There are many words I don't recognize, so I'm having trouble.

Caesar:
Yes, I forgot to warn you. That book originates from another continent. It's no surprise you find it hard to read.

Chris:
Where did you get it?

Caesar:
Have you ever been to Warren?

Chris:
No. I know it's a port city, though...

Caesar:
My base is in Warren. Ships from all over the world go there. I got the book as a reward for escorting a foreign ship... basically.

Chris:
So you can understand their language?

Caesar:
Yes, with no trouble. After all, mercenaries do more than just fight in wars. I often escort people, too-- all sorts of people.

Chris:
You're quite knowledgeable... It appears there's more to a mercenary's way of life than I thought...

(Caesar A)
Chris:
Do you have a family back in Warren?

Caesar:
Yes... I have a little sister.

Chris:
You've a sister...? I'm sure she's really cute. Is she all right without you?

Caesar:
Well, it's rather complicated, you see... My sister... is sick.

Chris:
I see...

Caesar:
Her life won't be in danger as long as she takes her medicine, but... The medicine is expensive. I couldn't pay for it with just the salary I earned at my old job in Warren, so I had to look for faraway work like this.

Chris:
...Then you must return home alive, no matter what, for your sister's sake too.

Caesar:
Yeah. And I'm counting on you to make that happen, Chris.

Chris:
Me?
Caesar:
Chris, I believe you are the cornerstone of this army. It's not just because you're Marth's Royal Guard. It's pretty clear to anyone who sees you in battle. The way you fight will decide the outcome of this war... That's how I see it.

Chris:
...

Caesar:
Suffice to say, Prince Marth isn't the only one relying on you. I know I'm asking too much, but... Chris, that is why I'll lend you my strength. In peace and in war.

Chris:
Thank you, Caesar.

Caesar:
No need for thanks. I am a mercenary... Ultimately, I only think of my own profit. So, don't be shy. Feel free to ask me if there's anything I can do for you.

(Sirius C)
Sirius:
Hm, you are...

Chris:
My name is Chris. Sir Sirius... I presume?

Sirius:
Indeed. ...Hmph, you're rather rude. That murderous hatred... Is it directed at me?

Chris:
That's right. I don't trust you one bit. First of all, you hide your face and identity. "Sirius" isn't even your real name, is it?

Sirius:
...

Chris:
What makes me most suspicious is your stance... You never leave any openings. I can tell you're a warrior of great renown.

Sirius:
You speak of my defensive stance...? That's perfectly natural in a battlefield.

Chris:
Don't change the subject. You are no mere knight! Tell me. Where are you from?

Sirius:
What will you do if I don't answer?

Chris:
Prince Marth is very kind... However, I know there are scoundrels who would take advantage of his kindness. I shall protect Prince Marth from these villains, even if it costs me my life.

Sirius:
......It seems we won't be able to solve this with words alone.

Chris:
My thoughts exactly.

Sirius:
Then, here I come.

Chris:
Wha!? You're too... fast.

Sirius:
Be at peace. It was a blunt strike.

Chris:
Kuh...

(Sirius B)
Chris:
Sir Sirius!

Sirius:
Dame Chris, was it?

Chris:
I was most rude to you the other day. Please forgive me! I can see from the way you fight... that you are a true knight.

Sirius:
No, the fault is not yours. Please raise your head. I deliberately provoked the fight so that I could test you. It is I who was at fault. I wish to ask for your forgiveness.

Chris:
Wha...! Sir Sirius, what are you--

Sirius:
Your actions the other day were virtuous, and befitting of a knight. I know a man who brought forth great tragedy because he was unable to do what you did.

Chris:
Sir... Sirius?

Sirius:
Dame Chris. I'll answer the question you asked me the other day. My true name is--

Chris:
No, Sir Sirius. Do not concern yourself. I bet... I'm better off not knowing your true identity, right?

Sirius:
Ah!

Chris:
I've come to understand you, thanks to that encounter. Indeed, there is no way someone Prince Marth accepted could be an evil man.

Sirius:
...Dame Chris.

Chris:
Sir Sirius. I am counting on you from now on.

Sirius:
I am in your debt.

(Sirius A)
Chris:
Sir Sirius.

Sirius:
Dame Chris.

Chris:
You are... maintaining your weapons, correct?

Sirius:
That's right. My weapon once broke during a mission... Since then, I've been ever vigilant.

Chris:
What? So even someone as skilled as you made a simple error like that once...? Was it some kind of special mission?

Sirius:
Yes. I had to escort someone... or rather, help her escape into exile. I had to protect a lone bishop, together with a few other soldiers... as we crossed a bandit-filled mountain. That was the plan.

Chris:
So you had to defend and escape... That sounds rather difficult.

Sirius:
Yes. The main problem was that there were simply too many enemies. If my mighty lance were to break, it'd be all over.

Chris:
I see... that's true.

Sirius:
Well, that's one reason... But there's another reason I need to take care of my weapon.

Chris:
Hm? And what would that be?

Sirius:
I can't risk a surprise attack from a knight overzealous in her devotion to her liege.

Chris:
Oh, y-you mean... I'm really, really sorry about that...

Sirius:
Haha, how rude of me.

Chris:
...Wait! There's someone here...!

Sirius:
Dame Chris, behind you!

Chris:
Wha--Oh no...

Sirius:
Look out!

Chris:
...Aah!!

Chris:
...You... saved me. It seems the enemy managed to escape... I'm sorry. If you hadn't helped me, I'd be... Ah! Sir Sirius, your mask...!

Sirius:
...I want you to forget what you just saw. We'll be even, then.

Chris:
I understand.

(Wendell C)
Wendell:
...So, in other words, the Starsphere broke into twelve pieces and those pieces are the star shards. Each of them has a name and effect associated with one of the twelve constellations.

Chris:
I see... Interesting. Lord Wendell, you really do know everything don't you?

Wendell:
That's not true. I only know what Lord Gotoh taught me.

Chris:
Lord Gotoh... But you know almost as much as he does, right?

Wendell:
No... Not nearly that much. Lord Gotoh stands on an entirely different level to me.

Chris:
Is that so?

Wendell:
Yes. Dame Chris, what do you think about Lord Gotoh?

Chris:
Let me see... He uses magic to talk to us from afar, and he appears in the sky without warning. I'd say he's a rather odd individual... Yeah, I think that sounds right. I would be happier if he could fight alongside us without being so showy and mysterious.

Wendell:
G-good heavens... You go too far, Dame Chris. Do you understand how rude you sounded!? Lord Gotoh is like a deity to all us humans.

Chris:
Really?

Wendell:
Yes. I must tell you about him in proper detail...

(Wendell B)
Wendell:
Dame Chris, do you know the story of the hero Anri?

Chris:
Why, of course. He was Prince Marth's great ancestor, and the first King of Altea.

Wendell:
Yes, and the savior of the world who vanquished Medeus with the divine sword Falchion.... Anri received the Falchion from the Sage of the North... None other than Lord Gotoh himself.

Chris:
So that's how... Then, that means Lord Gotoh saved our ancestors and, by extension, all of us.

Wendell:
Yes, and during the War of Shadows, the one who guided Prince Marth and gave him the Starlight tome needed to defeat the Dark Pontifex Gharnef... That was, once again, Lord Gotoh.

Chris:
S-so that's how! Then, that means Lord Gotoh saved Prince Marth's life, and therefore my own...

Wendell:
Yes, yes.

Chris:
But, there's something I don't understand. Why does he ask us to come to him? Since he can move around freely with his magic, he could come to us instead.

Wendell:
Lord Gotoh has to test us. We must all be prepared to save this world, no matter what obstructs us. Anyone who is not worthy won't be able to wield the power Lord Gotoh offers. That is why a test is necessary.

Chris:
I see. So Lord Gotoh has his reasons... He wasn't just a weird old man...

Wendell:
Of course not.

(Wendell A)
Wendell:
Dame Chris, I have told you how Lord Gotoh has saved Altea multiple times, but naturally, he has done far more than just that. The magic we study in Khadein... That magic was given to men by Lord Gotoh himself.

Chris:
Magic itself...?

Wendell:
Yes. Were it not for Lord Gotoh, there would be no magic in this world.

Chris:
T-that's...! That is amazing beyond belief!

Wendell:
Yes, indeed... Originally, Lord Gotoh gave magic to mankind in order to help us. He was saddened to see it later used as a tool for war...

Chris:
Not just powerful, but benevolent too... I'm awestruck by his magnificence. Lord Gotoh is truly an astonishing person.

Wendell:
Yes. Do you understand now?

Chris:
Yes, I am ashamed of what I've said. Lord Gotoh... Forgive me for thinking you were just a weird old man...

Wendell:
Yes yes, that's good of you. Lord Gotoh sees all. He has surely heard your words just now.

Chris:
Thank you, Lord Gotoh! Please keep on protecting us!

Wendell:
That's quite all right, he can hear you. You don't need to shout so loudly...

(Yumina C)
Yumina:
...
Chris:
Hm?
Yumina:
...
Chris:
It feels like I'm being watched...

Yumina:
...

Chris:
Princess Yumina?

Yumina:
Kya... Chris! What are you doing!? Such display of rudeness, before the princess of Grust no less!
Chris:
Forgive me, Princess Yumina. Is there anything you wish me to do?

Yumina:
Er, w-well... Uhh...

Chris:
Yes?

Yumina:
...No. Nothing!

Chris:
... ...What was that all about?

(Yumina B)
Yumina:
...

Chris:
I-it feels like I'm being watched again...

Yumina:
...

Chris:
If I say something to her, she might get mad again... I should probably just leave her be.

Yumina:
...

Chris:
All right then, time for training...

Yumina:
...H-hey, wait!

Chris:
Princess Yumina. What were you doing?

Yumina:
Huh? Did you notice I was watching you?

Chris:
Err, kind of.

Yumina:
S-since when?

Chris:
Since before I started training...

Yumina:
What!? You noticed me, but you were ignoring me the whole time! Very well then, I care nothing for you!

Chris:
... ...What does she want from me?

(Yumina A)
Yumina:
...

Chris:
...Er. Princess, will you grace me with your time today?

Yumina:
Chris...

Chris:
Hm?

Yumina:
Pay attention, and do not laugh. I have something I must say. I want to thank you...

Chris:
Thank me? For what?

Yumina:
Don't you remember? When Lang was about to take us from Grust... you tried to save us. You said this to Prince Marth: "Sire! Give me the order, and I'll get them safely back at once!"

Chris:
Yes, I did...

Yumina:
After Lorenz died... we had no allies. There was no one we could turn to. It felt like the whole world was against us. But, when I heard your words... I knew there were still people who would fight for us... Thanks to your words I was able to stay strong, even when Lang kept us imprisoned...

Chris:
Princess Yumina...

Yumina:
So, um... Thank you. T-that is all. Go now.

Chris:
Don't tell me... You were watching me all this time because you wanted to thank me?

Yumina:
Nngh...! S-silence! That's not it at all! It is unbecoming of royalty to speak to peasants. S-so...

Chris:
Oh, forgive me for causing you indignity. But Princess, I think it'll be fine for us to talk normally from now on.

Yumina:
From now on...? You are willing to continue speaking with me?

Chris:
Of course. Unless you don't want to, Princess.

Yumina:
H-hmm... If that is your wish... If you desire to speak to me in the future, I shall allow it.