| 劇情簡介 |
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勝利條件： 打倒敵軍首領 |
| 敵軍所屬： ガルガスタン王國 |
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[Dark Knights, led by Martym, surround a civilian.] MARTYM: Spit it out! Where's the salvage!? LINDL: It was bandits took it, I told you! MARTYM: You're a greater fool than I thought if you expect me to believe that! LINDL: Not fool enough to cross you, my lord. I'd have to be, to go selling your cargo out from under you. MARTYM (to the sky): O, Great Father who looks down upon us! This man lies to me! Yes, he was paid handsomely, but now he hides our own property from us! Philaha on high, have you no mercy in your benevolent heart for this poor, sinful lamb? What!? You would have -me- pass judgement upon him? I see.... Great Father, though I am but a rough thing, a cast-off from your design, this I do for you! [He turns to Lindl.] MARTYM: Kill him. DENAM: Hold, Martym! [Denam arrives with his troops.] DENAM: Let him go. MARTYM: Oh thank you, thank you, great paragon of righteousness, for showing up at the least opportune moment. LINDL: Help! They mean to kill everyone who dove for that ship! Everyone! MARTYM: Your lips flap too freely! No matter. You can tell him all you want in hell. [Denam rushes to the aid of this fusilier.] [Lindl dies.] LINDL: Hnnngh.... Should never have...crossed the waters... [Martym gets wounded.] MARTYM: Bah! You'll all pay dearly for this one day! [Lindl thanks Denam after the battle.] LINDL: Thank you, good sir. I am Lindl, of Balboede. DENAM: No need to thank. It is our duty to repel the Dark Knights from this land. What was Martym about, anyway? What did he want of you? LINDL: Ah. Ever heard of a weapon known as a "fusil"? DENAM: I've seen one, yes. LINDL: It was taken from a galley sunk in the waters not far from here. Neither Valeria nor Xenobia nor even Lodis possesses the means to make the fusils. They're all of them crafted in the land of Balboede - my homeland - across the waters to the south. They were to fetch a fine price, but our cargo was lost when our galley foundered in a storm...gone beneath the waves. The Dark Knights lead the effort to retrieve the fusils. All that had been gathered up till this past seven-day had already gone to their keeping. But last night, bandits fell upon us and stole what we've gathered since. DENAM: Thus Martym's wrath. LINDL: A fool's wrath. Killing me won't get back his fusils. Not that such trivium would stop a man like Martym. DENAM: With us here, your life will continue to be in danger. LINDL: Oh, I was in danger long before you arrived. You see, fusils are a different breed of weapon than your common sword or bow. It takes someone knowledgeable in the weapon's workings to wield it: A fusilier. Now I'm the only one who remains, and they're afraid I'll join the Resistance. A clever twist to fate's skein that they've driven me to you, eh? If my choice is to work for their lot or fight for Valeria's freedom, well, that's no choice at all. Besides, I doubt us meeting here was chance. What do you say? DENAM: If you fight for Valeria, how can I refuse? LINDL: That's the spirit. You'll not regret this. |
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