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(Bantu and Tiki C)
Bantu:
Tiki, my child.

Tiki:
Oh, Ban-Ban!

Bantu:
Are you having a fun time with everyone?

Tiki:
Yes! I'm having so, so much fun!

Bantu:
Ooh, that's good to hear. It's very important you're having fun.

Tiki:
Oh, but...

Bantu:
Hmm? Is something the matter, child?

Tiki:
A while I ago, I, umm... I broke Mar-Mar's precious mirror......

Bantu:
Oh dear... That's a bad thing you did.

Tiki:
Yes. I did something bad...

Bantu:
So, what did you do after that, child?

Tiki:
Oh... Mmm. I told him. I said "I'm sorry" to Mar-Mar.

Bantu:
...And then, Prince Marth forgave you.

Tiki:
...Yes.

Bantu:br> I see, I see. ...Good, good You're a good girl, Tiki.

Tiki:
Huh? I'm a good girl?

Bantu:br> That's right.

Tiki:
And if I'm a good girl, I can live together with everyone?

Bantu:br> Yes... Of course you can, child.

Tiki:
Really!? Then, I'll stay a good girl!

Bantu:br> That's good of you. In that case, I'll be relieved, too...

(Bantu and Tiki B)
Tiki:
...So, afterwards... We'll live together... Me and Mar-Mar. And of course, Ban-Ban too!

Bantu:
Hoho, sounds like we'll be one busy family. ...By the way, Tiki.

Tiki:
What is it, Ban-Ban?

Bantu:
Have you had those dreams as of late?

Tiki:
Dreams...? No... I haven't had those scary dreams anymore.

Bantu:
...Splendid.

Tiki:
Oh, that's right! I saw you in my dream last night, Ban-Ban! You were in your human form and yet you were sooo big! I rode on your back and waved my hand to everyone!

Bantu:
I see, I see... Sounds like a fun dream.

Tiki:
Yes... It was... fun...

Bantu:
Oh, child, I see it's your bedtime already. Time for you to return to your room. But, will you... be alright alone? There's something I have to do.

Tiki:
Yes! I can go back myself.

Bantu:
... I wonder if it's about time...

(Bantu and Tiki A)
Bantu:
...Tiki, my child. Listen well.

Tiki:
Yes. What is it, Ban-Ban?

Bantu:
In this world, there are many dragonkin like ourselves. And among them, there are those who are suffering, alone.

Tiki:
...Just like I used to be?

Bantu:
Yes, child. That's why I've been thinking of going to meet them.

Tiki:
Huh? Then, me too...

Bantu:
...This will be a most perilous journey. Ever since the Medeus episode, man has started to view us Manaketes as dangerous. And therefore, no matter the reason, we must not wield our dragonstone. So, we have no choice but to stand between man and Manakete.

Tiki:
...

Bantu:
Tiki, once this war is over... I'll arrange it so you'll live in the palace town.

Tiki:
No! I don't wanna. I want to stay with you, Ban-Ban! Besides, you promised, remember! Once this war is over, you promised we'd go shopping together, and you'd cook for me!

Bantu:
...I'm terribly sorry, child. Your Ban-Ban is a naughty boy.

Tiki:
That's not fair! I'm going with you!

Bantu:br> It isn't like we'll be apart forever. That's right. I'm sure I'll be back when you're a bit taller.

Tiki:
Huh... How tall?

Bantu:br> Hmm? I guess... about my height.

Tiki:
Okay... Then, I'll transform and become bigger right now.

Bantu:br> W-wait, Tiki!

Tiki:
...Sorry, I lied.

Bantu:br> Heavens above. Don't startle me like that...

Tiki:
I'm sorry, Ban-Ban...

Bantu:br> You were afraid of being alone, weren't you? I'm sorry. This is something only I can do... Will you be able to cope?

Tiki:
Uh-huh... It's okay. I have everyone with me. Besides, I'm a good girl!

(Gordin and Ryan C)
Ryan:
Brother!

Gordin:
Hey, Ryan. Whoa... It seems you've grown taller since I last saw you at home.

Ryan:
Not only am I now taller, my skill with the bow has improved as well! Though my hand kinda hurts.

Gordin:
Hmm? Yikes... That's got to hurt. We need to apply some medicine.

Ryan:
Yeah. But Brother, your hands used to be like this, too.

Gordin:
Not as much now. ...But if your hands hurt too much, you might not be able to hold a bow straight.

Ryan:
Well, I have been training every day...

Gordin:
Plus, that bow might not be suited to you. ...Alright, then let's train together again. I'll see what the problem is.

Ryan:
S-sorry for being a pain... ...

Gordin:
Oh, but you've become much better compared to before. I was surprised when I saw you fighting earlier.

Ryan:
Ah! Were you watching?

Gordin:
Yes, I was in a position that allowed me to watch you. Although, watching you made me a little anxious.

Ryan:
In that case, I'll have to train harder so, next time, you'll be able to watch me without worrying!

(Gordin and Ryan B)
Gordin:
Hey, Ryan. Have you seen Chris?
Ryan:
Chris? He/she was here until a moment ago. Chris!!! ...He/she doesn't seem to be around.

Gordin:
Ryan... You've become stronger.

Ryan:
Why do you say that?

Gordin:
Before, you'd never shout for anything.

Ryan:
... I think you should thank everyone in the 7th Platoon.

Gordin:
Yeah... Sounds likely. Then, perhaps I should have you make a speech in front of everyone?

Ryan:
What!? I-I'm not ready for something like that yet. If it's a speech you want, ask Chris, not me...

Gordin:
Ahaha, I see. So that's still hard for you. Though I'm no good at making speeches either.

Ryan:
Don't make me do what you can't, Brother...

Gordin:
But I think that alone should allow me to write a good reply.

Ryan:
What reply?

Gordin:
Mother was worried about you, so she sent me a lettter. I think it'd sound better if I could say you made a public speech, but...

Ryan:
Wha-! Err, I'll go look for Chris...!

(Gordin and Ryan A)
Gordin:
Your hand should be fine now though it might hurt a bit to hold a bow, for a while.

Ryan:
Thanks, but I wonder if I've gotten as good as you now, Brother?

Gordin:
Indeed. If we leave the experience in, er, odd battlefields aside, you might be even better...

Ryan:
What? You're exaggerating. And who was it that saved me in earlier battles...?

Gordin:
And you did the same for me. Ryan, you're already a veteran knight.

Ryan:
Brother... I volunteered to be an Altean knight because I was watching your back, following your steps. ...And that's why it makes me happy to hear that kind of praise from you.

Gordin:
I feel awkward if you say it that openly. But Ryan, I hear a weapon user shouldn't show the palm of his hand to others.

Ryan:
Why is that?

Gordin:
By looking at the thickness of one's hand and fingers, one's blisters and calluses, one's habits and ability can be deduced. It's the same as showing your hand to the enemy.

Ryan:
Wow... In that case, we need gloves to battle, right?

Gordin:
You needn't go that far... There aren't many who can tell all that just by seeing your hand. I know I can't.

Ryan:
Oh, then we'll know which of us is better if we ask someone who can!

Gordin:
Indeed... But if I were told that you're better than me now, I think I'd feel depressed. ...I think I'll go train.

(Katarina and Cecille C)
Katarina:
Oh... Cecille.

Cecille:
Long time no see... Katarina. How dare you come waltzing back as if nothing happened.

Katarina:
...I'm sorry.

Cecille:
Prince Marth and Chris are too kind, so they might really have forgiven you. But I'm different. Even if you say you've reformed, I can't just simply trust you, not after you betrayed all of us.

Katarina:
I know... With everything I've done, yours would be anyone's natural reaction. But... there's one thing I'd like you to believe.

Cecille:
And that would be?

Katarina:
When I was in the 7th Platoon... Both my laughter and the peace I felt were real. As was my friendship with you, Cecille.

Cecille:
...I've already forgotten my friendship with you.

Katarina:
...I see... Then it seems I have no choice but to regain your trust through my actions from now. Cecille... I truly hope we'll someday be able to talk and laugh together, like we used to.

Cecille:
...I see. In that case, I'll be watching you battle, from behind. I'll know right away if you ease up. Prepare yourself.

(Katarina and Cecille B)
Cecille:
Katarina! Show me your leg.

Katarina:
Cecille...?

Cecille:
...There's blood, as I thought. You were hiding the wound you suffered in battle, weren't you?

Katarina:
...I'm sorry. I thought I wouldn't be allowed in the front lines if they found out I was wounded.

Cecille:
If you leave your wound be, you'll become unable to walk. I'll stand guard today, so go get your wound treated and get some rest.

Katarina:
But I have to fight... Until you can accept me...

Cecille:
I already accept you. There's no way I'd doubt a girl who has come this far. It's painfully clear that you're working hard to atone for your sins, from the bottom of your heart.

Katarina:
Really? Thank you...

Cecille:
Yeah, so... You can go rest already. I can't stand watching you like this...

Katarina:
I'm sorry... for making you worry.

Cecille:
I don't want to hear you apologize. I want us to make up. Look, everything is now the way it was before.

Katarina:
It's not that simple... There are others who still doubt me. Until I have regained everyone's trust, I must continue to fight...

Cecille:
What? Who on earth doesn't trust you, Katarina? Don't worry. I'll beat up everybody who doesn't.

Katarina:
Beat them up... Teehee. You really haven't changed, Cecille. Once your mind is made up, you always charge in a straight line. You're so reliable...

Cecille:
See, now you're laughing. That's more like it. If you don't relax your shoulder like that, you won't be able to use your full strength. Don't worry about those who judge you. Just go back to how you used to be.

Katarina:
...Yes. Thank you very much, Cecille.

(Katarina and Cecille A)
Cecille:
I saw that, Katarina!

Katarina:
Huh? What?

Cecille:
You're really easy to read, you know. After all, you... were always looking at that one person.

Katarina:
Ah...! Oh, err, ah... Please! Don't tell anyone!

Cecille:
Hmm, what should I do?

Katarina:
Please... If that person were to know... I...

Cecille:
Wait, don't cry! I joke, I joke. I don't like spreading rumors.

Katarina:
...Phew.

Cecille:
Teehee. But talking like this really takes me back. Those times we had, when training to be knights with Chris and the others... Isn't it just so nostalgic?

Katarina:
Yes... I completely agree... But, back then, I betrayed everyone...

Cecille:
W-wait, don't cry...

Cecille:
You hear me, Katarina? Remember this reeeeally well. No matter what happened thus far, and no matter what happens from now on... We are friends.

Katarina:
Oh... Cecille... Uhh... Sob...

Cecille:
W-wait, don't start crying again! Oh please. Just what should I do with you?

Katarina:
I-I'm sorry... I'm just... so happy... sniff...

(Catria and Est C)
Est:
Sister! I got a gift for you today.

Catria:
Wow, thanks. What is it?

Est:
A lance that brings luck. I heard it brings good fortune when you smash enemies with it.

Catria:
Are you sure it's not cursed...?

Est:
No way! Everyone who used this lance got a promotion, a lover, money, stuff like that...

Catria:
Sounds shady... Luck is something you grasp with your own strength, not something that requires trifles like this.

Est:
Don't you want it...? And to think I bought it from the shop just for you...

Catria:
...I guess it can't be helped. Alright, I'll have it.

Est:
Hey, you're not faking that unwillingness and going to secretly use it, right...?

Catria:
I won't use it!

Est:
Hmmm... Oh dear, I don't think this'll sell if I put it on the counter like this... Hey, Catria, what do you think of this? This is the latest lance model. It has a sword and an axe on its tip...

Catria:
Est, stop bringing me prototypes and expecting me to evaluate them...

(Catria and Est B)
Catria:
Est... There's something I've been wanting to ask you for a while, can I?

Est:
What is it?

Catria:
I heard you started a shop with Abel, and that you were even selling weapons... Did you make a proper living from stocking whatever you could get your hands on? Since it's you, I was worried that you might have started it on a whim.

Est:
It wasn't on a whim. Besides, since we're always using weapons in combat, I'm sure we have an eye for their quality.

Catria:
Well, that could be true indeed, but...

Est:
And since we have connections with the Macedonian and Altean armies, we don't have to worry about customers.

Catria:
Oh yes. Both of you used to be in the army.

Est:
Plus, even legendary weapons break after being used long enough, so there's never a lack of demand.

Catria:
I see...

Est:
That's not all! I can carry them with my pegasus, so transportation isn't an issue either... Catria? Are you alright? You look like you're in shock...

Catria:
Hmm... You appear unreliable, but you're steadier than I thought.

Est:
No way. I'm always relying on you and the others to pull me from danger.

Catria:
And that makes me think that perhaps, you just really know how to swim with the tide...

(Catria and Est A)
Catria:
Yaaah!

Est:
Kyaah!

Catria:
Oh... I'm sorry, Est... Are you hurt?

Est:
No worries; it's just a graze. But... You're kinda scary today, Catria.

Catria:
Is that right...? Maybe I'm taking today's practice too seriously. Let's stop for today.

Est:
Catria... Tell me straight. Do you hate me now?

Catria:
What? Never. What are you babbling about?

Est:
Today... it really felt like you were trying to crush your resentment by force... Hey, if there's anything you don't like, let me fix it... Please don't hate me...!

Catria:
Don't cry, Est...! I'm sorry; it's my fault. When I think of you and Abel, I get this unbearable feeling in my chest... and I just get so angry... I despise myself for feeling like this... You haven't done anything wrong. It's just that my heart is weak... I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Est:
...Hmmm. So I take it you're in love with someone?

Catria:
Wha...? Ah, aaah! You deceived me!

Est:
I'm not gonna cry forever. It's your fault for being mean, Catria.

Catria:
...I'm sorry.

Est:
I forgive you. However, only if you tell me his name.

Catria:
W-w-what...

Est:
Don't play dumb. You're terrible at lying, Catria. I can give you advice. Hey, it's fine to rely on me every now and again.

Catria:
............!

Est:
Oh dear... She fled. I don't believe it. Catria can be even more childish than me. Next time I catch her, I'll make her confess everything no matter what it takes.

(Merric and Linde)
Linde:
Huh? Where's my magic tome...? I was sure I left it here.

Merric:
Sorry, Linde. I borrowed it for a bit.

Linde:
Aha, that makes sense. But, you do know that magic tome can only be used by women, right?

Merric:
That's why I borrowed it. As I thought, I couldn't use it... How strange. I wonder why? Your father... Pontifex Miloah was able to wield Aura, right?

Linde:
...Father once told me. Advanced tomes have restrictions on who can use them, based on who created and inherited them.

Merric:
...I see. So you mean to say the condition to use a magic tome isn't necessarily just gender. I wonder how these user restrictions are set into place...

Linde:
There are many things about magic that remain unexplained. It seems the more you learn about magic, the less you understand it.

Merric:
Indeed. I've been studying magic for a long as I remember, but all the answers I find lead to more questions. Oh right. If you're interested, there's something I'd like you to read. Well, it's an unfinished thesis, but...

Linde:
Wow... You're writing a thesis? You really study hard, Merric. Of course I'd like to read it!

Merric:
Great. Don't forget to tell me what you think about it, later.

(Merric and Linde B)
Linde:
Say, why did you decide to become a mage, Merric?

Merric:
Huh...? Why do you ask?

Linde:
Isn't Altea well-known for its court knights? Even in the palace, mages from Altea were quite rare. Besides, I hear you're an Altean noble. Didn't you consider becoming a knight?

Merric:
Well, I've always preferred reading books over exercising my body. Many around me expected me to become a knight, so I heard all sorts of things when I decided to study in Khadein... But, Prince Marth and Princess Elice were different. They supported my dream of becoming a mage. I might have given up if not for them...

Linde:
...So that's why you and Prince Marth are so close.

Merric:
Yes, Prince Marth really saved me. If what I've learned so far might be of use to him, then I'll follow him anywhere, anytime.

(Merric and Linde A)
Linde:
Hello, Merric... Oh, what's that?

Merric:
Hmm... This is a charm that Princess Elice gave me when I went to study in Khadein. She said it'd bring me good luck.

Linde:
Princess Elice... I'm sorry that had to happen. I just hope that she's safe.

Merric:
Princess Elice is very kind. In the previous war, she sacrificed her own safety to save Prince Marth. And in this war, she...

Linde:
I'm sure she's alright, Merric. Don't look so depressed...

Merric:
Sorry, I made you worry. Princess Elice is special to me, so I can't control myself sometimes.

Linde:
Special... I see...

Merric:
What's wrong, Linde?

Linde:
No, it's nothing. Come on, cheer up. You're only going to drag your performance down in this state.

Merric:
Thank you, Linde. You're right... Worrying will get me nowhere. All I can do now is to walk forward.

(Minerva and Est C)
Est:
Commander, this is the Angel Ring I was talking about... or rather, its replica.

Minerva:
Thank you, Est. I see... It's completely different from the art of our continent. Regardless, it's a beautiful ring...

Est:
Traveling beyond the sea was troublesome in many ways, but it was a good experience nonetheless.

Minerva:
Your stories about your travels never fail to delight me, but seeing the ring before me delights me in another way. Why don't you add it to your shop's stock? I'm sure it would sell well.

Est:
I bet it would too, but trouble is I don't know how to manufacture it... In other words, that's the only one I have. But, you can have it if you want.

Minerva:
It's such a precious item... Are you certain?

Est:
Of course! If you were to wear it, Commander, the effort made to create it would be well and truly rewarded.

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Minerva:

Then, I'll gladly accept it. I'll treasure it dearly.

Est:
Seeing you so interested really makes me want to take you there, Commander.

Minerva:
Haha, sounds fun. But that's an impossible dream.

Est:
Huh...? Why do you say that?

Minerva:
My choices and actions thus far... And the sins towards my people and my soldiers that I must atone for... When I think of those, I simply cannot allow myself to live freely and seek happiness. My intention is to devote my entire life to the people of Macedon. Just looking at this ring and dreaming of a land overseas is well enough for me.

Est:
No way... That's just too cruel, Commander!

Minerva:
No, not at all. Thank you, Est. This ring shall be my treasure. And you: please live a happy and content life.

Est:
Commander...

(Minerva and Est B)
Est:
Commander. There's something I'd like to ask you...

Minerva:
What is it?

Est:
Err... Do you, um, hold anyone in your heart, Commander?

Minerva:
You mean like a crush? No.

Est:
Oh... Th-that's too bad.

Minerva:
Why?

Est:
Commander, sometimes you look really sad. I've been thinking if there was a good way to heal your sadness, but...

Minerva:
Indeed, you've obtained great happiness by finding yourself a good husband. If I were to establish such a bond with someone, I wonder how much happier I'd be.

Est:
Y-you think so too? In that case... May I ask? Is there anyone in the Altean army that you have your eyes on, Commander?

Minerva:
Haha, there are certainly gentlemen I appreciate, but to call it love would be... Besides, I haven't the time to seek my own happiness.

Est:
No way! Aren't you being a little too hard on yourself, Commander?

Minerva:
Est...

Est:
Oh...! What am I saying... Please forgive me!

Minerva:
It's fine. I know you say such words because you care about me. Est... I'll give some thought to these words of yours.

(Minerva and Est A)
Minerva:
Est, what's wrong?

Est:
Hmm... I wonder if I...

Minerva:
It feels like you've lost all motivation.

Est:
...When I look at everyone, it makes me feel like I'm a burden...

Minerva:
Is that so? Doesn't seem that way to me.

Est:
My body has grown dull since I left the army, and I've never been as strong as my sisters anyway...

Minerva:
You're gravely mistaken. It's true that valor is important, but that isn't the only thing that dictates the flow of battle.

Est:
Huh... If that's true, then what's most important?

Minerva:
The most important thing... is teamwork. You three sisters should understand this better than anyone else. That mysterious ultimate attack that can only be launched if all three of you are there... I'm certain you three are the only ones who can perform it. Do you understand now?

Est:
I... see...

Minerva:
The Whitewings are my pride. You should be proud, as well.

Est:
Y-yes!

Minerva:
And now I must work. Will you accompany me in my training?

Est:
...Yes! Gladly!

(Minerva and Catria C)
Catria:
Good... It seems this armor and lance are still going to last.

Minerva:
You sure are earnest about your arms maintenance, Catria.

Catria:
Of course. They're precious items I received from you, Commander.

Minerva:
It's okay to hold them dear, but you can't afford to have them break during battle. Try not to get too attached to them.

Catria:
Yes, Commander, but... I can't help but to be drawn to this armor.

Minerva:
The Whitewing armor. I see...

Catria:
For a long time, the Whitewings lived in the shadows of the gallant Dragoons. Commander, it was thanks to your proposal to the king that they were restored. I honestly can't thank you enough.

Minerva:
All I did was argue about the pegasi's superior resistance and mobility compared to wyverns. It was the three of you who used the few chances you had to prove the Whitewings' prowess.

Catria:
We only had those opportunities thanks to you as well, Commander. And in this war too, I plan to make the Whitewings' prowess known throughout the entire world.

Minerva:
...I see. I believe your mobility is going to be pivotal in this war as well. I have high hopes for you, Catria.

(Minerva and Catria B)
Minerva:
Good, good... I know I'm pushing you too far. But the war isn't over yet. Please lend me your strength for a little while longer.

Catria:
Taking care of your wyvern, Commander? If you're just talking to it, then I could do it in your place.

Minerva:
No, this is something I must do myself. We can't fight properly during battle if there isn't trust between rider and wyvern, after all. It's just like pegasus training.

Catria:
I see... But you're well-informed, if you know about pegasus training.

Minerva:
That's because I used to be a pegasus rider, myself.

Catria:
Is that true? I honestly had no idea. .........

Minerva:
What's wrong?

Catria:
...Commander, why did you switch from a pegasus to a wyvern?

Minerva:
Are you curious?

Catria:
Yes... Forgive me. Have I asked too much?

Minerva:
I don't mind. It isn't such a private matter. To put it simply... I had to, to become stronger. Macedon isn't a large kingdom. And there's only one reason it's recognized by other kingdoms as an independent nation: Because of its legion of dracoknights. So, to symbolize Macedon's might, those of House Macedon must ride wyverns... And that's why I released my pegasus into the forest and took a Wyvern Whip.

Catria:
So that's what happened...

Minerva:
I wonder if the pegasus I befriended is still in Macedon's forests... Once this war is over and peace returns, I'd like to go see how he's faring. ...It's almost time for the war council already. I'm going ahead, Catria.

Catria:
Commander is truly a gentle, peace-loving soul... I wonder if the white wings of a pegasus would truly be best suited for her...

(Minerva and Catria A)
Catria:
So, how did you like riding astride my pegasus?

Minerva:
I had a most enjoyable time. Thank you, Catria.

Catria:
Your joy honors me, Commander.

Minerva:
The wind felt so soft from your pegasus... From my wyvern, the wind is almost like a cutting edge. It felt like it softened my battle-hardened heart a little.

Catria:
Please ask me again anytime, if I'm worthy. However...

Minerva:
What is it?

Catria:
You'd probably feel far more at ease if you were to straddle the pegasus you left in the forest.

Minerva:
...You're too kind, Catria. But indeed, I look forward to the day when I can be enveloped by a soft wind alongside you.

Catria:
Yes... I'll help to the best of my limited ability so that day will arrive as soon as possible.

(Minerva and Palla C)
Palla:
Do you have a moment, Commander?

Minerva:
Palla... Is something the matter?

Palla:
I wonder if I could receive some training from you?

Minerva:
Is there a special reason? A knight of your caliber should have no need for any training I could give.

Palla:
I am... ashamed by my own weakness. It feels as though the feelings hidden deep within my chest could leak out any moment... and it frightens me.

Minerva:
...I understand. I shall inquire no further. I have only just accepted what part of me I should cast away, myself. Let us spar, for the first time in a long while.

Palla:
Thank you. Then... Here I come!

Minerva:
Though we're training, don't hold back. Cast the shadows of your heart onto your spear and come at me. Let us battle!

(Minerva and Palla B)
Minerva:
...

Palla:
Commander, Princess Minerva?

Minerva:
Oh, Palla. Training again?

Palla:
Yes, that was my plan, but... I shall refrain for today. But more importantly, Commander. What were you pondering about, just now?

Minerva:
...I am sad to say, my own inexperience shames me. In the previous war, we of House Macedon fought among ourselves and led the kingdom into disarray. And this time, again... I lacked the strength to bring order to the kingdom, and thus allowed the fires of rebellion to burn.

Palla:
But that's...

Minerva:
It is fine. I know I force many troubles upon you, too. Forgive me.

Palla:
Commander... If you commit a mistake, isn't it enough to simply correct it? During your reign... I joined your side because I believed in your ideal. And even now, I'll continue to fight by your side, with the best of my limited abilities. So please, please raise your head.

Minerva:
...Thank you, Palla. Your words bring me comfort. In order to rebuild our homeland as soon as we can, please lend me your strength for a while longer.

Palla:
Gladly, Commander.

(Minerva and Palla A)
Palla:
Commander. What will become of the Kingdom of Macedon now?

Minerva:
I do not know.

Palla:
Commander...

Minerva:
I'm sorry. I was irresponsible with my words. But, I want to be honest with you. Our kingdom of Macedon is now at a turning point, just like the day when it was founded by Iote. The many wars and rebellions have left scars on the people and the land, and one who can truly lead them is needed.

Palla:
Then, Commander, you...

Minerva:
I have thought long and hard about this. Whether I could really be called the ideal choice. I couldn't govern as well as I could handle a spear. I believe it's time I accepted my own powerlessness. Perhaps my true duty is to help draw this war to a close as soon as possible, and then retire.

Palla:
Are you saying you'll abandon your country?

Minerva:
There's no way I could do that. I love Macedon. If it's within my abilities, I'll do anything and everything for it. However... I believe new blood is needed for a new future. In order to truly restore our beautiful homeland, we must breathe some new life onto it. And for that purpose, the old blood--the royal family I'm part of--must be weeded out.

Palla:
So you're prepared to go that far...

Minerva:
I haven't told anybody else about this yet.

Palla:
Then, why tell something so important to a person like me?

Minerva:
Heh... That, too, is my weakness. I wanted somebody to listen. No, not just somebody. I wanted you to listen, for you're the single person I trust the most.

Palla:
Commander...

(Michalis and Minerva C)
Minerva:
Hiyaah! Yaaah!

Michalis:
...Pathetic. I'm amazed that you've managed to survive thus far with that level of skill.

Minerva:
Brother... Were you watching?

Michalis:
I see hesitation in your swings. Were you always this weak?

Minerva:
If I'm hesitating... it's because of you, Brother.

Michalis:
Oh? So I'm an eyesore am I?

Minerva:
That's not it. I... I'm worried about you, Brother.

Michalis:
Hahaha! If I'm causing you worry, then I've reached a new low. I won't die before I've saved Maria. I don't need your worry.

Minerva:
True, you are strong, Brother. There shouldn't be any reason for me to worry. However... I sense danger. Brother, what are you seeking...?

Michalis:
Pointless worry. Maria saved my life and I do not intend to waste her efforts by throwing it away. You ask what I'm seeking? That should be obvious. I haven't abandoned my ambitions. Assuredly I'll fight with you again, for the hegemony over Macedon.

Minerva:
Are you serious, Brother? Can't we just hold our hands and walk the same path together, as siblings?

Michalis:
Nonsense. We carry the blood of warriors in our veins--only on the battlefield can we find our true selves. It is inevitable that we should clash with each other. If you want to protect the Macedon you hold dear, come at me with your lance and do not hesitate for a second.

Minerva:
Oh, Brother... ...The blood of warriors, you say? Perhaps you speak the truth. But Maria is diffferent. Both you and I seek the light she radiates. The peaceful Macedon I wish for, and the mighty Macedon you seek... I know we can accomplish both. Maria might just be the link between the two of us...

MBTK_NABARL_FINA_C:
Feena:
Oh, Navarre. Isn't there anything I can do?

Navarre:
No. Don't disturb my training.

Feena:
Oh, how cold... You could at least give some more thought before turning me down. I just wanted to repay you for saving my life!

Navarre:
I need no thanks.

Feena:
Oh right! How about I show you my dance? They say it fills people with energy.

Navarre:
I don't want to see it.

Feena:
W-what if I said you could... turn your sword on me and do whatever you want with me?

Navarre:
.........

Feena:
I'm kidding, of course! Don't glare at me like that! I just wanted you to notice me. Hey, are you really sure there isn't anything you want to ask of me?

Navarre:
...Fine. There's one thing.

Feena:
Finally! What is it? Tell me! Tell me!

Navarre:
Go over there and stay there.

Feena:
...Okaaay. Heeere I go!

Navarre:
.........

(Navarre and Feena B)
Feena:
Hmm... How should it be? Tied up in the back...? Or maybe braided...

Navarre:
...What are you talking about?

Feena:
I was thinking about what your new hairstyle should be, Navarre.

Navarre:
I didn't ask for one.

Feena:
Navarre, your hair's so pretty. It'd a shame to leave it like that. Leave it to me! I've got tons of cute hairdos in mind! I have to repay you for saving my life, don't forget!

Navarre:
And you think you can return a favor this way...?

Feena:
I've got it! Twintails! It's a hairstyle in vogue in Warren. I'm sure it'll suit you! Navarre, come here!

Navarre:
Oi...

Feena:
Squeal! Sooo cute!

Navarre:
Bah...!
Feena:
Why did you undo it? It suited you...

Navarre:
...You're irritating me! Don't talk to me again!

(Navarre and Feena A)
Feena:
Hey, Navarre. You're planning to go somewhere when this war is over, aren't you?

Navarre:
.........

Feena:
It's no use staying silent. I see right through you. But, why?

Navarre:
...I am just a murderer. If a battle is over, then I need to search for my next battlefield.

Feena:
Don't you have any plans of settling down?

Navarre:
My sword would grow dull. If I stay in a place for too long, unnecessary feelings develop within my heart.

Feena:
And why do you avoid that? It's completely normal for a human. Life is more fun when full of emotion.

Navarre:
That's how I live. Don't stay around me anymore. You're an eyesore.

Feena:
An eyesore...? You're too cruel.

Navarre:
I don't know what you don't get, but if you keep bothering me, I'll cut you down.

Feena:
...Tee hee hee!

Navarre:
What's so funny?

Feena:
Like I'd be afraid. You don't turn your sword on women. I know that well enough.

Navarre:
...You can't stay with me.

Feena:
Oh... Look, now you're embarrassed. But you see, I have to repay you for saving my life, so I'm tagging along no what matter what you say. And then, I'll rattle you by making "unnecessary" feelings sprout. That's how I'll repay the favor. Tee hee, I can't wait!

(Palla and Est)
Est:
Palla, Sister...

Palla:
What's wrong, Est? You look like you're about to burst into tears...

Est:
I... ended up causing trouble for everyone again... I got myself captured again...

Palla:
Indeed you did. This is the second time you've been captured by the enemy now... Or is it the third?

Est:
Sniff... sniff...

Palla:
But shouldn't you be glad? You came back safely again. So, forget what's already happened and regain your standing by working extra hard from now on.

Est:
Palla, Sisteeer...

Palla:
Alright, alright... Don't worry, I'll back you up. Let's do our best together...

Est:
.........

Palla:
...She's fallen asleep. I guess she was really bothered about it. Honestly, how long is she going to keep behaving like a child...?

(Palla and Est B)
Est:
Palla, Sister...

Palla:
What's wrong, Est? What's gotten you in such a state...?

Est:
I got Abel in trouble again... Even though I didn't mean to get in his way...

Palla:
.........

Est:
Palla?

Palla:
I can tell there's a strong bond between you and Abel. I don't think Abel could ever be angry with you...

Est:
But... But, I...

Palla:
Blaming yourself won't solve anything. Wouldn't you agree?

Est:
Yes... Thank you, Palla. I'm calm now...

Palla:
That's more like it. I know you can handle the rest.

Est:
I'm sorry, Palla. I'm always just asking for help...

Palla:
It's fine. You're always welcome to ask. Not many people have the privilege of having a cute little sister cling to them in tears, after all. Now, go.

Est:
Thank you, Palla... Then I'll be off.

Palla:
Oh dear, Est really does cry easily... She's just like a child. Heehee, but I suppose I'm hardly any better. If only my heart were stronger than this...

(Palla and Est A)
Est:
...Thank you, Palla. I'll try harder from now on.

Palla:
That's good to hear. But do be sure to apologize first!

Est:
Yes, I will. ...Sorry, Palla. I'm sure you have your own worries and heartaches to deal with. Yet you're always spoiling me...

Palla:
It's fine. I'm like a mother to you and Catria after all, so I'll spoil you all I want.

Est:
Hey, Palla. I wonder if our real mother was like you? I was too little so I don't remember, but it feels like that somehow.

Palla:
Not at all. Our mother was much, much kinder than I could ever be.

Est:
What did she look like?

Palla:
Hmm, hard to say... She looked like a mix of the three of us...

Est:
...Tee hee hee, I can't imagine it.

Palla:
Alright, we've talked long enough. You must go now.

Est:
Okay! I'm going!

Palla:
Do your best!

Palla:
...I feel slightly exhausted now. Maybe it's time I'm embraced by Mother's love... I've kept this pendant secret from even Est and Catria... A memento of our mother that only I know about. The drawing within the locket... Of our mother's smiling face... I'm sorry, Mother. Once I'm stronger, I'll let you meet my sisters. But, until then, please smile only for me, Mother...

(Palla and Catria C)
Palla:
...Check.

Catria:
Ohhh... I-I don't believe it. I give up...

Palla:
The way you move your pieces is lacking in composure. Also, if you had focused on setting up a strong defense, it wouldn't have crumbled so easily.

Catria:
I see...

Palla:
You need to be more composed when observing the whole situation. Reading your opponent's movements, and focusing your attacks on what pieces you've lured... These are the basics of tactics.

Catria:
...You're right. Perhaps I was too impatient...

Palla:
Is there something on your mind?

Catria:
Err...

Palla:
It hurts but you can't do anything about it, so you act recklessly as if running from that pain... That's how I see it.

Catria:
I'm no match for you, Palla... How did you figure out that much?

Palla:
Well... I didn't really...

Catria:
Alright, I'll make an effort to observe things with more composure. Something might change if I do... Thank you, Sister.

(Palla and Catria B)
Catria:
...Not again. I give up.

Palla:
You lowered your guard. Oversights are forbidden in the battefield.

Catria:
I know...

Palla:
In the battlefield... Especially for us, since we're often charged with scouting enemy camps from above... A single oversight can alter the fate of an entire army.

Catria:
...I'm just no good, am I?

Palla:
Why the lack of confidence all of sudden?

Catria:
I'm not rational like you, and my intuition isn't as good as Est's. It feels as though I have no redeeming features...

Palla:
Oh dear. So you want me tell you that isn't so?

Catria:
Umm...

Palla:
It'd be easy for me to say that, but how about you took some time to think what's really your strong point? I believe now's the best time than ever.

Catria:
Sister...

Palla:
Don't worry, you're very good at finding other people's strengths. You just need to turn your eyes to yourself. You can do it.

Catria:
As I thought... I really am no match for you, Sister.

(Palla and Catria A)
Palla:
.........

Catria:
...Check.

Palla:
...Seems I've no choice. I forfeit.

Catria:
I won...! I beat you for the very first time!

Palla:
I take it you've found where your true strength lies, am I right?

Catria:
Yes, I have. It sounds like I'm bragging when I say it, but my reliability is my forte. The fact I'm always growing, even if slowly at times.

Palla:
That's right. You learn from your failures and you prepare. You never commit the same mistake twice. And so, you become stronger and stronger with each passing day... That's your biggest strength.

Catria:
Thank you, Sister. It was only because I figured it out myself that I am able to accept your evaluation with confidence. That's what you intended, right...?

Palla:
Yes, you're right. But... I too have a strength you don't have, and that's experience. Don't expect to surpass me that easily.

Catria:
You want a rematch? I've won once, so I'm not going to lose again, Sister.

Palla:
You said it. I'm not going to hold back this time.

Catria:
What...? Are you serious...?

Palla:
I wasn't using all of my pieces properly, you know. I'll make full of them from now on.

Catria:
As I thought... I just can't match you, Sister...

(Rody and Cecille C)
Cecille:
Wait right there, Rody! Why did you try to cede me a seat in the previous war council?

Rody:
Why do you even ask? It's tough to take part while standing all the time, right?

Cecille:
Save me the unnecessary concerns. Just treat me as if I were a man.

Rody:
...I've been thinking about that for a while actually. Isn't that kind of unreasonable?

Cecille:
Why? How complicated is it?

Rody:
Even if you tell me to treat you as a man, it's a simple fact that you're a woman, Cecille. It felt wrong for me to sit down while you were forced to stand.

Cecille:
My legs aren't so weak as to prevent me from standing through a war council.

Rody:
That's not the point...

Cecille:
You felt it was wrong because you think women are weak. I can't stand people who think that of me.

Rody:
Why make such a fuss over gender distinctions? Why not just accept my affection?  

Cecille:
...A-a-a-affection? What do you mean by affection...?

Rody:
...Is there something wrong?

Cecille:
Y-you won't sway me with that word! Affection's got nothing to do with this! Hmph!

Rody:
...Did she misunderstand something?

(Rody and Cecille B)
Rody:
Cecille, hold on...

Cecille:
Kyaa! Don't surprise me like that.

Rody:
Sorry for calling you from behind. But, you'd ignore me unless I did this, wouldn't you?

Cecille:
What? No...

Rody:
Are you sure? It felt like you were clearly avoiding me, you know... Oh well. Your sleeve is torn.

Cecille:
...You're right. I didn't notice.

Rody:
It's also a knight's duty to take care of their personal grooming. You should fix it later.

Cecille:
Fix it? That's... going to be an issue.

Rody:
Are you bad with sewing?

Cecille:
What's with the surprise? Don't tell me you think all girls know how to sew. Yes, I'll admit I don't know how. I can't help it, okay!

Rody:
I didn't say anything like that... Alright, lend me your clothes later. I'll fix it.

Cecille:
Huh? Rody, are you saying YOU can sew?

Rody:
Is that so surprising? My family isn't that rich. So I had to do all the sewing and cooking myself.

Cecille:
You can even cook...?

Rody:
I'm not that skilled though. Well, later then.

Cecille:
Oh, yes. Err... Thanks.

Rody:
What? You'd do the same for me.

(Rody and Cecille A)
Cecille:
Hey Rody, there's something I'd like you to see.

Rody:
What is it?

Cecille:
This.

Rody:
...Charcoal?

Cecille:
It's a cookie! I was doing it like you taught me, but I can't bake it right no matter what I do.

Rody:
That's probably because the stove's fire was too strong. That's why it's so charred...

Cecille:
I don't know how to regulate the fire...

Rody:
Alright. I'll show you when the opportunity arises. I used to bake cookies for my little sisters all the time, so I'm used to it.

Cecille:
...You sound just like a mother from some family. Like, "leave your chores to me!"

Rody:
Since my mother died early, I took care of my sisters from then on. Perhaps deep down, I felt that I had to become a substitute for Mother, for their sake.

Cecille:
I see... After listening to your story, I feel ashamed for being so determined to not lose to men. After all, I see you can do the jobs of both women and men.

Rody:
Nah, it's nothing to brag about really. Besides, I think your will to go beyond gender distinctions is most admirable, Cecille.

Cecille:
You speak truly? It makes me happy to hear that.

Rody:
...But, that aside, you'd better learn how to cook. At least to the point you can make something edible...

(Roshea and Vyland C)
Vyland:
Roshea!

Roshea:
Oh, Vyland. I'm so glad...

Vyland:
You're glad...? Eh? What for? Don't tell me you thought I'd been defeated?

Roshea:
Huh? Of course not. I can't imagine anyone ever defeating you. ...But, you know how things were. I thought you might have been in trouble...

Vyland:
Roshea! I don't believe it. Somebody like you...

Roshea:
Wha, what?

Vyland:
You're too naive for words! Just like always... You were there in the same battlefield, were you not?

Roshea:
Well... Yeah, of course I was. Don't tell me not to worry. Especially when...

Vyland:
Especially when what?

Roshea:
Vyland, you're always marching to the front-lines alone. So, if you were to be surrounded by enemies again...

Vyland:
Oh... That. You needn't worry in that case.

Roshea:
What, why?

Vyland:
I only go to the front-lines when you're with me. Sedgar and Wolf would be fine too, but like hell I'd let those other guys fit into our style.

Roshea:
I... see.

Vyland:
Yeah, that's right! ...That's why, Roshea. Will you ride with me through the battlefield?

Roshea:
Yes, certainly. It's what I always wanted!

(Caeda and Malicia C)
Malicia:
Good day, Princess Caeda.

Caeda:
Good day. Err... Malicia, was it?

Malicia:
Yes. I have been a member of this army ever since Prince Marth rescued me in Grust. Say, you are an actual princess, right?

Caeda:
Yes, that's right.

Malicia:
Squee! A honest-to-goodness princess! I'm so happy I could meet you! You're wearing your armor now, but you spend your days in the castle wearing a dress and indulging in sweets, right?

Caeda:
...Huh?

Malicia:
Princess, I beg of you. Please tell me about your life in the castle! I believe I'll live in a castle too, in the future. It'd be a good idea for me to study now, so I don't cause trouble to Prince Marth later.

Caeda:
...Excuse me? Err... Malicia? What do you mean by you living in a castle...? Or not causing trouble to Marth...? I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about...
Malicia:
Princess, what sort of dress do you think would suit me? You've a mountain of dresses in your castle, right? If I were to be torn between all of them, why, I could spend days choosing. How do you choose your everyday dress?

Caeda:
Err... Actually, Malicia... We don't have that kind of luxury in a small island kingdom like Talys. I don't have that many dresses myself. And there's no way I'd only eat sweets.

Malicia:
You don't need to hide it... Oh... I get it! You're travelling incognito right now, so you're hiding your identity, right?

Caeda:
I'm not quite hiding my identity, but...

Malicia:
That's a true princess for you! I have to do my best, too!

Caeda:
Er, Malicia? Wait, tell me what this is about... ...She's gone. What is she up to, I wonder...? Now I'm curious...

(Caeda and Malicia B)

Malicia:
Good day, Princess Caeda.

Caeda:
Good day, Malicia. I've been thinking about what you told me ever since, and... Don't tell me you're planning to wed Marth?

Malicia:
Kyaa! How did you know? I'm so embarrassed!

Caeda:
Hey... Malicia. I wonder if you're aware that Marth happens to be engaged?

Malicia:
Yes, Sir Jagen told me. But, since it's Prince Marth... I'm sure he has deep reasons. I shall keep on waiting for him, always!

Caeda:
I-I see... Good luck.

Malicia:
Thank you for your support, Princess! I'll do my best!

Caeda:
...I couldn't tell her I'm the one he's engaged to... However, I mustn't let this misunderstanding last any longer. I have to make her listen next time...

(Caeda and Malicia A)
Caeda:
Malicia!

Malicia:
Good day, Princess Caeda.

Caeda:
Yes, good day. I'd like to have a good, long chat with you today.

Malicia:
Is that so? Actually, I'd like to ask your opinion about something, Princess.

Caeda:
My opinion? About what?

Malicia:
To tell the truth, another prince has appeared before me... And even though I already have Prince Marth, my heart is confused. I don't know what I should do... Ooh, my wavering virgin heart.

Caeda:
I... I see. Well, you really are in a pickle...

Malicia:
Ohh, what should I do? What would you do, Princess?

Caeda:
Me? O-oh, right... I've never gone through this, so I'm at a loss...

Malicia:
I see... Then I'll just have to do my best to find a way to make everyone happy! Now, if you'll excuse me!

Caeda:
...I couldn't tell her yet again... But... It'll be fine if I just leave her be, r-right...?

(Wolf and Sedgar C)
Wolf:
...Sedgar, huh?

Sedgar:
How you feeling, Wolf? Are you calmer now?

Wolf:
Yeah. Thank god. ...Sorry for what happened in that battle. You risked everything, even your life to call me... But I completely lost my composure... And didn't even try to answer you.

Sedgar:
Nah, I don't mind. If Vyland hadn't talked to me, too, I don't know where I'd be now.

Wolf:
...

Sedgar:
But, it's been a while. To see you fired up like that...

Wolf:
Gah...

Sedgar:
C'mon... You're our commander now, but you haven't changed one bit. I wish you'd be the one to stop us.

Wolf:
Bah. Sorry, Sedgar. Heh... It makes me calmer when I talk to you. Thanks, man.

Sedgar:
Haha, stop that.

Wolf:
... We haven't talked like this since the War of Shadows.

Sedgar:
True. Back then, you were overflowing with fighting spirit.

Wolf:
You were the same, too.

Sedgar:
Yeah. Because Coyote was still with us...

Wolf:
...... ...We've talked too much.

Sedgar:
Seems like so.

Wolf:
Sedgar, the Wolfguard and I are still depending on you.

Sedgar:
Leave it to me, Wolf. Come, let us ride together!