The Let's Play Archive

Fire Emblem: Blazing Sword

by Artix74

Part 99: Lucius

Support Conversations: Lucius



C - Attack + .5, Defense + 1, Accuracy + 5, Avoid + 2.5, Critical + 2.5, Critical Evade + 2.5
B - Attack + 1, Defense + 2, Accuracy + 10, Avoid + 5, Critical + 5, Critical Evade + 5
A - Attack + 1.5, Defense + 3, Accuracy + 15, Avoid + 7.5, Critical + 7.5, Critical Evade + 7.5

C Support

: Still under the weather, are you Lucius?
: No, I’m better now. Sorry to be such a... burden...
: Something you want to say to me, then?
: Ah! How did you know?
: Just look at your face! It’s about the revenge on Ostia, isn’t it?
: Y-Yes... there no way your heart can be changed?
: If I wanted to change how I felt, I wouldn’t be here.
: The marquess of Cornwell and his wife... They were very important to me... I feel such sadness when I think they are gone...yet still!
: Settling this grudge will not bring them back. Should we bury Hector to spite Ostia, that would just give rise to more hate.
: If you understand, then why do you proceed? Tell me...why?
: Two summers have passed since the house of Cornwell was destroyed. You tell me to forget the crime that was committed. Have the teachings of the benevolent gods given you the strength to love thine enemy?
: No... No that’s not it, Lord Raymond!
: I... I have no such strength. And I think we were never more than a temporary family to you. Is that it?
: Lord Raymond, listen to me! You’re wrong, it’s just that I...
: If you have objections to my actions, you need not to come. Go where you will! Is that what you want?
: Lord Raymond!

B Support

: Lord Raymond...
: Still here, Lucius? I can’t stand loiterers. If you’re not going home, then go march with the rearguard.
: I have nowhere to go home to... If I did, it would be House Cornwell.
: However, there is no House Cornwell, not anymore. I’ve told you that you may leave whenever you wish many times now.
: And I have told you many, many times... that you should quit this revenge, Lord Raymond.
: Silence! Must you keep bringing that up?
: Yes! Let me speak my mind for the last time! Lord Raymond, you are not someone who should dwell on revenge!
: What do you know of it!?
: I know you better than you know yourself now, Lord Raymond. I have been with you ever since you were small! Always, you say things to jab and jibe at me... But in the end, there is always care in your heart! You haven’t changed as much as you think!
: Lucius, be quiet!
: I will not! I--will--not! Why do you pretend you are a different person? I will not leave nor will I be quiet until you explain. If I bother you so, then leave me where you may! Ignore me now and forevermore!
: ...Fine. Relax...I hear you. Like a child, you are...
: ...
: You’re older than me! Have you forgotten that, too?
: ...Sorry. I apologize.
: You...scared me there.
: Huh?
: You’re like... You’re like my last family. Priscilla is... I should not think of that, should I... I was scared to lose the last of my family.
: ...I...I didn’t...
: That’s why I wanted to keep you away from the battle. ...But it seems I spoke too harshly. I’m sorry.
: Lord Raymond...!

A Support

: How are you of late? No fits, I assume?
: None at all, I’m quite well! Sorry to be a worry to you... Lord Eliwood, Lord Hector, Lady Lyn... All have been very kind to me. I’ve never been in better health.
: I see. Good to hear. Lucius...there is something I would ask you...
: What, my Lord?
: Uther, lord of Ostia brought House Cornwell down, killed my parents... Do you believe this to be true?
: ...I know the marquess was killed by someone... There can be no mistaking that. But as to whether it was the lord of Ostia... I have my doubts.
: Yes... I was so distraught at the time... I believed the rumors without question... without doubt. I truly did not care whether the lord of Ostia was guilty or not. I merely wanted to find a victim for the rage inside me...
: That, I can understand.
: And you were right there all along... I should have tried to understand...
: Lord Raymond...
: Meeting Eliwood really opened my eyes. I know that the marquess of Ostia is not behind the attack now... Some day... Yes. Some day when this war is over, I’ll go searching for the truth. And I’ll pay Ostia back for my suspicions in full.
: Excellent!
: Except, I want you to stay home.
: What!? You are too cruel! Why!?
: I want someone to go home to, you see. So go back, and wait.
: Why don’t you marry! Then there would be someone at home... And I could journey with you!
: I need no bride to jabber at me-- There’s enough going on around here already!
: W-What is that supposed to mean!?
: My case in point.
: Wait-- Wait! Lord Raymond!



C - Attack + 1, Defense + .5, Accuracy + 5, Critical + 5, Critical Evade + 2.5
B - Attack + 2, Defense + 1, Accuracy + 10, Critical + 10, Critical Evade + 5
A - Attack + 3, Defense + 1.5, Accuracy + 15, Critical + 15, Critical Evade + 7.5

C Support

: You... You are with us, aren’t you? I am Lucius. I am...delighted to make your acquaintance.
: I am Priscilla. It is an honor, sir.
: Lady...Priscilla...? Are you... Might you be... of House Cornwell?
: Hm? Have we met... somewhere before?
: No...I have just heard your name in passing, I believe. Lord Raven has... Forgive me... To you, he is Raymond, is he not?
: Are you a friend of my brother, Raymond?
: Yes. I served House Cornwell. Raymond has told me of you. He said that he once had a sister who was sent to live with the count of Caerleon.
: So... My brother speaks of me?
: Have you seen Raymond recently?
: Yes... He is the same as always... He is a fine man.

B Support

: Lucius...
: Ah, Priscilla...
: About...what I asked you earlier... You said my brother spoke to you about me...
: Yes.
: What...exactly did he say?
: Ah, yes... That you were his younger sister, Priscilla, who left Cornwell when still young...
: And...what else did he say?
: What else? That you were close as children... That you were often in ill health... and that you were very shy...
: Was there nothing else? For example... That I was cute when I was small... Or that he had made a sacred promise to me long ago... Or that he often thought of me after I left?
: Lady Priscilla? Are you all right?
: ...Yes. It’s nothing. Please forget about it. But...Lucius?
: Yes?
: You are--how can I say this?--beautiful. Your face is like a woman’s... No... Your face is even more beautiful than that of a woman... ...I’m sure even a few lords must have fallen for you...
: You...must understand. I am...a man. As a child, I was often teased for my appearance, and I have never once profited from it. Perhaps you meant to imply...otherwise?
: ...I meant nothing. I... You must excuse me...
: ...Lady Priscilla.

A Support

: Lady Priscilla...
: Lucius... What is the matter...? You look so serious...
: Forgive me. ...Lady Priscilla. You are a noble of House Cornwell. I apologize for my rudeness earlier...
: Why should you apologize to me?
: When we last spoke... I said some things... that I thought may have offended you.
: You such thing. Did you come all the way here just to apologize to me?
: I am in the service of House Cornwell. I should think of you as my liege.
: But now I claim House Caerleon. House Cornwell is... no more.
: Yes... know.
: So you tried to spare my feelings by not telling me? And even after the disgrace of Cornwell, you still choose to stay by my brother’s side?
: Yes...
: I can see why you were such an indispensable member of House Cornwell. So...I think you have no need to apologize as a vassal would...
: Lady Priscilla... Can you please tell me something? Why, when we last met...
: Yes, I... Please do not trouble yourself over it. I was merely perturbed by some trivial matter... I
: Yes?
: I left House Cornwell when I was only six years old... And how long were you in service to Cornwell?
: That would be some ten years now. When Cornwell was torn asunder two years ago, Lord Raymond and I joined the Caelin army as soldiers for hire.
: Yes... You see? You went to Cornwell after I left. And you have been with my brother ever since... I had only six with him, but you have had more than ten. I am a little... jealous.
: Ah...Lady Priscilla...?
: ...It is nothing. Forget it.



C - Attack + .5, Defense + 1, Accuracy + 2.5, Avoid + 2.5, Critical + 5, Critical Evade + 2.5
B - Attack + 1, Defense + 2, Accuracy + 5, Avoid + 5, Critical + 10, Critical Evade + 5
A - Attack + 1.5, Defense + 3, Accuracy + 7.5, Avoid + 7.5, Critical + 15, Critical Evade + 7.5

C Support

: ...Sooo, you’re Lucius, right?
: Yes. I am indeed, Sister Serra.
: Huhn. ...This is the first time we’ve spoken. Do you know why?
: Why? ...No, I do not.
: I just make a policy not to make friends with girls who are as adorable as I am. I don’t need anyone else drawing attention away from me! So stay away from me, got it? Is that all sinking in?
: Y-Yes...
: Oh, and I forgot one thing! You can’t come near me, but I expect you to fully back me up as your senior cleric, all right? We serve St. Elimine, right? I mean, we’re the same? Well, you’re much older, but you still need to follow the code!
: W-Well, yes. Of course. ...But.
: What? Do you have some complaint?
: No, no complaints... ...It’s just... I’m...
: Why do you have to be so horribly annoying! Just tell me, already!
: I’m not a cleric. I’m a monk, so... So...
: A M-Monk!?
: Yes...
: be a monk, don’t you have to... be a... Well...a guy?
: Yes. Yes, you do.

B Support

: ...Hahhh. Was it some kind of dream? I refuse to believe that such a beautiful man could exist... And that I would meet him! ...I feel dizzy!
: I...beg your pardon. Is now a bad time?
: Oh!
: I need to ask, did something to disturb you?
: ...N-No! I mean...not at all...
: Really? Oh, good. Because you got so quiet all of a sudden... I was worried...
: ...Entrancing... What beautiful eyes...
: ...Sister Serra?
: Serra... Serra... He said my name! ...Oh, Elimine preserve me! Even his voice is... beautiful!
: Umm...
: Oh, what should I do? Oh! I know! I should pray! Saint Elimine, praise be your graces!
: ...Umm...

A Support

: Lord Lucius?
: Yes, child, what is it?
: I was wondering where you’re...umm...from?
: I was born in Etruria.
: I knew it! That gorgeous blonde hair! Where else would you be from?
: ...Not all Etrurians have blonde hair...
: Oh, it was just a guess. Don’t take it so seriously. And what rank is your family at court? Barons? Viscounts, perhaps? Counts, even!? Oh, if they were dukes, I would just die!
: ...Serra. I am...a commoner.
: ...What? No way!
: My father was a soldier for hire. He died...when I was three.
: Ohh... Then... How did you live?
: My mother died shortly after of a wasting sickness. When she breathed her last...they took me in at the orphanage, where I spent several years...
: In an orphanage...
: ...I-I’m sorry... I am certainly not what you expected at all...
: ...
: Si-Sister Serra? Why are you crying so?
: ...No... You don’t understand... I... I... I was raised in a convent.
: Oh...
: ...Like you... I grew up... a strange...sad place... ...I understand... what it was like...
: You are very kind...
: ...
: Serra? Surely, we two, who have suffered so much, were meant to meet, destined by Saint Elimine. I am grateful to her for bringing my side.
: Ohh, Lucius, I, too, am grateful...