Part 106: HeathWell it's hardly a proper update, but I do have some supports ready to go.
Support Conversations: Heath
C - Defense + 1, Accuracy + 2.5, Avoid + 5, Critical + 2.5, Critical Evade + 5
B - Defense + 2, Accuracy + 5, Avoid + 10, Critical + 5, Critical Evade + 10
A - Defense + 3, Accuracy + 7.5, Avoid + 15, Critical + 7.5, Critical Evade + 15
???: Is someone chasing you or something?
: Youre going to tire yourself out staying on guard all the time. You look like a wyvern rider... You a deserter or something?
: Who... Who are you? Are you a spy from the king? Or are you one of those Black Fang?
: Hey, relax. Yeah, Im Black Fang, but-
: Gah! Huh? Where...
: Right here.
: How!? Knave!
: Its all right, its OK. Lets calm down, OK? Im Legault. Im a thief, formerly with the Black Fang. Ive got no connection to the fellows chasing you, so rest easy.
: ...What do you want?
: Nothing. You just looked so wound up... I thought Id come over and lighten your mood.
: Its none of your concern!
: Ah... Sorry. Thought I was being friendly, thats all.
: Uh-oh. Looks like someone hates me. What a pity.
: You... Your names Legault or something, right?
: Oh, so you remembered? Hey, can I ask you something? You look like a wyvern rider, but... Why are you here?
: You know the answer to that without asking, dont you? Im a deserter from the knights of Bern.
: A deserter... So whyd you desert?
: Who knows... Maybe the plundering, the wholesale slaughter of innocent people... Those are both part of a deserters pedigree, are they not?
: No, not you. Your eyes arent so corrupt. You have pride. Your eyes tell me that youre sure what you do is right.
: Why are you here?
: Now that is a long story. Put simply...Im like you... I fled from an organization, too.
: Was it the Black Fang?
: Yep. Im a fugitive, and youre a deserter. Looks like you and I were made for each other.
: ...Speak for yourself.
: Hey, Heath.
: Looks like youre still alive.
: Cant complain.
: Legault, what is it that you want from me?
: Hmm... One reason is self-interest. Whether Im working in this army or Im dodging Black Fang pursuers, it makes sense to have a wyvern rider close at hand. Few soldiers can match your ferocity on the field. Of course, it does complicate matters that you are pursued.
: I imagine so. Im being hunted by my homeland. Theres a price on my head. Being close to me isnt like lying in a bed of roses.
: The same is true of me as well. Many of the Black Fang would see me dead if they could. Look, why dont we help each other out? Lend a hand dealing with our respective foes?
: My enemy is the strongest army division on the continent. No matter how you look at it, Id say youre getting the short end of the stick. Why would you agree to do all that for me?
: Hm? Must be this thing called love, you know? Where are you going? Im joking! Get back here.
: Just let it go, all right? Come on, I like you. Even on the run, youre true to your principles. Youre recklessly honest. Thats from someone who simply cannot do that...
: Friendship between fugitives... What do you say?
: Youre one weird guy...
C - Attack + .5, Defense + .5, Accuracy + 2.5, Avoid + 2.5, Critical + 5, Critical Evade + 5
B - Attack + 1, Defense + 1, Accuracy + 5, Avoid + 5, Critical + 10, Critical Evade + 10
A - Attack + 1.5, Defense + 1.5, Accuracy + 7.5, Avoid + 7.5, Critical + 15, Critical Evade + 15
: You! You our medic?
: Yes, I am... and you are?
: Names Heath. Im a wyvern knight, as you can see. My wyvern is Hyperion. He may look scary, but hes all right. I trust youll be there if any of us get hurt.
: Gladly. My name is Priscilla.
: Right. Im off! Fly, Hyperion! ...Huh?
: Your wyvern seems unwell...
: Youre right. Hmm... Maybe his wings hurt?
: I dont see an injury...?
: Thats strange...
: Maybe...he ate too much?
: Ate...too much?
: Yes. See here, his stomach is quite swollen.
: Odd...I fed him the same amount as always. ...Hey, you eat something strange, Hyperion?
: I wonder what he ate...? That reminds me... This morning, I heard the merchant Merlinus yelling... He was saying something about most of our supplies being missing...
: ...Er, I dont suppose we could let this be our little secret?
: My lips are sealed.
: Hello, Priscilla. Are you well?
: Certainly, and you, Heath? Are you uninjured?
: Oh, Im fine. A few cuts and scratches wont kill me. As long as the battle is won, I can rest afterwards.
: I remember when I was in the wyvern knights of Bern, my captain would say: If you can feel the pain, youre not badly wounded.
: Our captain was a true soldier, he was. He charged the enemy shooters to draw fire away from us... Even with an arrow through his shoulder, he kept charging.
: P-Priscilla! Are you all right!?
: Sorry... Suddenly, I felt so faint...
: Sorry, I guess it was a bit of a bloody tale to be telling a young maiden... Please accept my apologies.
: Heath... This may be presuming too much, but...please do visit me, even if your wounds are slight. Dont just assume theyll be fine... Do come, wont you?
: Youre a gentle soul... Sure, were in the same army, but to worry about a vagabond like me... Right, well. Ill be sure to drop in for a check up.
: Is that a promise?
: Yes, a promise!
: Sir Heath!
: Ah! Priscilla...
: Why have you been avoiding me lately?
: Avoiding...I wouldnt say Ive been avoiding you.
: But you have! And now youre looking away! What is it?
: I...I heard you were the daughter of an Etrurian count... Granted, I had no idea, but still, I am afraid I have spoken too frankly. Forgive me.
: No, you have done nothing wrong!
: You probably dont know this... But Im a fugitive from Bern. Normally, we wouldnt even be allowed to speak to one another. I must leave. Please, ignore me should our paths cross in the future.
: I cannot do that! How...How could I? Not after we have become friends!
: Lady Priscilla?
: You promised! You said youd come visit me whenever you were hurt! Are you someone who so easily breaks a promise? Claiming you did not know my rank is no excuse! What...What about my feelings...?
: ...Dont cry. I-I didnt mean it like that. I just thought, that if you knew who I was, you wouldnt want me around...
: Priscilla... I...can call you that, cant I? If its so much that you are moved to tears, I will stay by your side. Even...for just this battle. ...Ill be here.
: Heath... If only... If only... ...time...could stop.
: ...Yes... If only...
Whoever was bitching about Wil and Rebecca being a romance out of nowhere, no. This is a goddamned romance out of nowhere.
C - Attack + .5, Defense + 1, Avoid + 5, Critical + 2.5, Critical Evade + 5
B - Attack + 1, Defense + 2, Avoid + 10, Critical + 5, Critical Evade + 10
A - Attack + 1.5, Defense + 3, Avoid + 15, Critical + 7.5, Critical Evade + 15
: Lord Heath?
: Yes. I have joined your ranks... I am from Bern...but dont hold it against me... And you are?
: Forgive me. I am Kent, a knight of Caelin.
: Caelin... Then you serve a lord of Lycia?
: That is correct. Our territory may be small, but our knights are among the bravest!
: Right. Well, I can see that just by looking at you. By the way, are they looking for new recruits?
: Im sorry?
: I am a free agent, no longer with Bern... I...was not able to complete my term of service... Now I am looking for someone worthy of my service.
: That is very courageous indeed. The gates of Caelin are always open. If you are strong, we will gladly take you.
: Lord Heath... Forgive my impertinence, but I must ask you something. Why did you have to leave the knights of Bern?
: ...Well, that is impertinent...
: Forgive me. But as the commander of Caelins knights, it is my duty to test the loyalty of any new recruit, to learn about his past...
: What!? You are the commander? You are quite...young.
: Lord Heath, please help me to understand. The wyvern riders of Bern are considered to be the strongest knights in the land. Surely we Lycian knights would fall to their lances if we met them head on... So why would you leave Bern for Lycia?
: ...Bern is not as it once was. Our sovereign has imprisoned all those nobles who do not meet his favor. And their fabled power is a feeble joke. The only real strength of Berns knights these days is in their boasting. And their general is good for nothing but wagging his tail at the king. There was an uprising on our frontier, a rebellion of sorts. The knights were ordered to put it down and kill the rebels. Our commander went to scout out the enemy camp. This uprising was nothing more than a group of unarmed peasants.
: I see...
: Then I heard the truth from our commander. One of our generals had drummed up a fake rebellion to enhance his military career. These people did not want to fight. They ran at the mere sight of us. Then, the famous wyvern riders of Bern rained savage death down upon these innocents.
: My unit tried to stop them. We were all condemned to die for our treason. However, our general spread the story that we were to be hanged for slaughtering innocent lives. Before they could round us up, we decided to turn our coats and run. One of us stayed behind as a decoy, and the rest fled for the border. After that, we dispersed. All have been killed now, except for me. Are you satisfied now?
: ...I see. So, Bern...
: Bern is nothing to me... I have no love for a country that slaughters its own. Kent, what about your liege? Would you give your life in this lords service?
: Yes. It is a knights honor to swear his fealty and his life. My happiness is to serve.
: Heath, it is good to have you with us.
: ...It is just as you said. I dont know about the marquess of Caelin, but this Lady Lyndis is just as you said.
: Yes, she is. She is wise, kind, beautiful, and strong. She is honorable, and her vassals can never forget the modest kindness with which she treats them all...
: ...Well, you may be laying it on a bit thick... But I really do envy you... Finally, I have met a master to whom I can swear my true loyalty.
: If you wish it, we will fight together under the same command! I have long anticipated that you would join us.
: Yes... Perhaps I shall... I could never imagine that with the Caelin knights under your command, I would meet that same sorrow as I did with Bern... When this battle ends, let us discuss it further...