Rising Shadow

We got partial usage rights for the industrial area and the right to cross the border... but did it have to be so humiliating?

The Victorian dukes have you at their beck and call, treating us Sarkaz like tamed beasts. This is not what our soldiers redeployed from the civil war were promised, General!

Is this not all that we desired?

Perhaps you would prefer the Victorians treat the Sarkaz as their greatest enemy from the beginning, banding together to face us?

I understand. I know it's necessary for our enemies to think us weak, but this...

Many within our ranks feel this is terribly dishonorable—

Did I promise them honor?

Do the Sarkaz have honor in the eyes of the Victorians?

You have been far too impetuous lately, Manfred.

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Dignity is of high import.

You fight for the rights of your men, and thus do people respect you. Were these ordinary times, perhaps I too would commend you.

But do you remember what we are here to do? We are preparing to steal the heart of a nation.

To bring the greatest empire on this great land to its knees.

Their prejudices have left them weak, and the Sarkaz are in hunger.

What we truly need is neither honor nor respect.

...I understand.

Are our men prepared?

Ready to depart at a moment's notice. Our people sent in advance to Londinium will support us.

The final deadline for our arrival as dictated by the Duke of Cavendish's request is fast approaching. We can set out at any time.

Good.

Then we march to destroy Victoria.

Have you been on duty this entire time?

Yes, sir.

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Stand down for now. I wish to be alone for a while.

Of course, sir.

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Care for a drink?

You never drank before.

I still don't.

But the General has ordered me to learn Victorian 'etiquette', all preparation for our upcoming duty.

I have learnt rather recently that those nobles pair every meal with multiple kinds of wine, each requiring its own unique glass.

Remember when we were young and the General led us to an ancient battlefield for swordplay? The night was cold, and only after the General made some soup did we realize we had nothing to hold it in.

Thankfully, the battlefield was nothing short of spent shells, and you used those to fashion four cups.

You, me, the General, and Her Highness, carrying cups made out of shell casings while sitting in front of the fire.

I remember. It was a peaceful night.

Just like this one.

You're going to Londinium tomorrow.

I know you wished to see the General.

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And you couldn't. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come to see me.

I gave up.

I found that when I caught a glimpse of him from a distance, the first thought that came to my mind was that I should kill him, there and then.

Then you should applaud yourself for maintaining some reason.

And so you decided to come to me?

I heard you've improved your swordsmanship. Why don't we see for ourselves?

I've never been able to best you.

Don't beg for mercy before you've even fallen.

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There was the one time we fought in Her Highness's study.

We knocked down an entire bookshelf, and the General took our weapons away and made us tidy up the room within thirty minutes.

I knew that you did it on purpose, wanting attention from Their Highnesses.

Is that so?

If I cut your neck here, at least there will be no need for you to die in Londinium. I can just throw your corpse into the furnace.

It would spare many from dying on a distant battlefield in a foreign land.

If you've made your decision, then kill me here. It will be your final chance.

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You've made yours, I see.

The General says you lack conviction, but I don't think he is entirely correct.

You shouldn't speak so much when someone has your life in her hands.

It is only recently that I've realized I'm not as resolute as you.

We have been brought to where we are by the invisible tides of fate, but ever since the day this war started... There is no going back for us.

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Then do your best to survive.

I won't hold back next time.

...Neither will I.

If only this was our last meeting.

Sorry Ascalon, did I disturb your rest?

I thought I wouldn't make any sound, if I took off my shoes.

No. You are welcome at any time.

The ground's cold. You should put your shoes back on, Your Highness.

Nothing you wish to tell me, Ascalon?

You mean...?

The reason you returned to Kazdel.

...It was my own decision.

I thought you wouldn't agree, and I didn't know how to bring it up with Your Highness...

Why would I not agree, Ascalon? Since it was your decision, I would trust your judgement.

Did you manage to see them?

...Manfred and Theresis are both well.

I can believe that. They're strong men.

We should finish our preparations soon as well. The operation to retake Kazdel isn't too far off now.

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Why does your brow seem even more furrowed than before?

Our recent combat plans have been radical, and they've won us some battles too.

Still, I've been feeling uneasy.

Babel has changed a lot, especially...

Yes?

The Doctor.

The Doctor has changed a lot too... become more efficient, more clinical. It's like... the Doctor's now a machine that never makes mistakes.

That's just what a commander should be, no? Why would that make you worry?

We've got an incredible commander now, sure... But I think I trust the weirdo who kept falling off a burdenbeast more.

Is now really the best time to attack Kazdel, Your Highness?

Your intuition has always been on the mark.

You've had your worries too?

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Do you remember?

We've faced countless insurmountable odds over the years, but we've overcome them all.

I believe that we can go through what comes next as well.

We've always been in danger, yes...

Babel carries the hopes of many, Ascalon. Faith has gotten us this far, and we cannot stop now.

We have always been at a disadvantage against the Military Commission. Now, most of their forces have redeployed to Londinium. It is a one-of-a-kind opportunity. We have no choice.

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I will be at your side, keeping you safe.

No, Ascalon.

In the future, you must go further afield, to protect others.

Relax for now, and bask in the sunlight for a moment.

Your Highness...

Oh, right, remember to not always rest on your feet. If you're tired, you should go and enjoy a nice nap in your room.

I'll remember.

Hm...

Mercenaries!

Message from His Grace the Duke: Storming Londinium like this was well done.

Assemble in Central in an hour. You'll be reviewed there, then you'll receive your bounty.

Hey! Did you get all that?

Yes. Your orders have been received.

Do let the Duke know on my behalf that we will be there on time.

The Sarkaz thank him for his generosity.

Hmph.

Uppity devils...

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