Scenario:Katzelia - Stormy Premonition

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Stormy Premonition

With the death of the emperor, the first imperial heir ascends the throne and begins to root out suspected conspirators involved in various deaths of the imperial family, going so far as to imprison the fourth imperial heir. Katzelia's orchestra members are murdered from drinking poisoned wine, but he avoids the poison when he's distracted by a voice coming from a card his mother used to keep. Spurred by the fury of losing his parents and his friends, Katzelia vows to uncover the truth.



Katze takes his place beside the emperor's sickbed.
Katzelia: I am here, Your Majesty. How do you feel?
Emperor: It hasn't been so bad today. Katze, has anything unusual taken place?
Katzelia: No, nothing in particular. The empire is running smoothly.
The emperor has been bedridden for a month. He's unaware that someone has assassinated the second imperial heir in his absence.
Death came in the form of a stab wound to the abdomen, but neither the assassin nor the weapon has been identified. The castle is in tumult.
This information is withheld from the emperor, as it would surely be the final nail in his coffin.
The spate of deaths over the years has naturally spawned theories about a conspirator in the shadows.
Haaselia not in crew

???: Welcome home, dear brother. How fares our Father?
Haaselia is a crew member

Haaselia: Welcome home, dear brother. How fares our Father?
Katzelia: It's good to be home, Haase. He's regained some color in his complexion today.
Haaselia Alois Gangnus is Katze's blood sister, the youngest heir of the emperor's brood of six.
Once the sixth in line for succession, the deaths of the second and third imperial heirs have brought her that much closer to the throne.
Katze finds himself in the same precarious situation.
Haaselia: I feel uneasy, Brother. What is to become of the empire?
Katze embraces his sister to quell her shivers, gently stroking her hair.
Katzelia: There's nothing to fear, little Haase. Father will bounce right back before you know it.
Haaselia: You are the only one I can rely on, Brother...
But just a few days later, the emperor draws his final breath.
The first imperial prince takes his father's place, overseeing an empire in turmoil.
New Emperor: The cancer eating away at this empire must be excised. We cannot afford to hesitate.
Male Citizen: I swear I don't know anything! I was only hired to clean the castle!
New Emperor: Guilty.
Female Citizen: Why was I brought here? I had nothing to do with the assassination of the second heir!
New Emperor: Guilty!
If so much as a shadow of suspicion falls on anyone, they are punished without mercy or fair trial by the new emperor.
Hard evidence is eventually produced implicating Katze's older sister, the fourth imperial heir, as the culprit. She is immediately imprisoned.
Katzelia: Brother! What is the meaning behind our sister's imprisonment!
New Emperor: The investigators searched her room and found the dagger used to kill the Second.
Katzelia: I won't believe it! Yes, our sister is strong-willed, but she is also a kind person.
New Emperor: We were simply unaware of the bad blood between the Fourth and the Second—the exact opposite of your close relationship with Haase.
Katzelia: But won't you at least grant her a fair trial with a proper defense?
Katzelia: Recently you've taken to doling out guilty verdicts in quick succession... Is that the right course of action?
New Emperor: Stop talking like a fool. That woman is a snake. You're falling right into her trap.
New Emperor: Besides, the mood in the empire has finally stabilized.
The citizenry is shocked and saddened at the revelation that the Fourth is the true criminal.
And yet they seem to accept the fact readily, if only to provide a resolution to the tragedy that rocked the nation.
Katzelia: (What a mockery.)
Katzelia: I have an orchestra rehearsal to run, Brother. That's all I have to say for today.
New Emperor: I look forward to the performance at the coronation ceremony. One last thing, Katze.
Katzelia: Yes?
New Emperor: You will address me as "Your Imperial Majesty."
Katzelia: ...!
New Emperor: It wouldn't set a good example to call me "Brother" forever, don't you agree?
Katzelia: As you wish.
With the assassination incident wrapped up, a new date for the delayed coronation is finally set.
The Galgenia Symphony Orchestra spends every waking hour rehearsing for the performance.
Katzelia: (My brother has changed. He used to be more levelheaded...)
Katzelia: Hm? Are we missing someone today?
Casting a quick glance over the ensemble, Katze immediately realizes the absence of a familiar face.
Orchestra Member 1: Um... Her father was found guilty by you-know-who... and executed...
Katzelia: ...!
That can't be!
Having lost the head of their household, the surviving family members hide at home rather than suffer the stares of their neighbors.
After rehearsal, Katze and a steward secretly pay a visit to the absentee's house.
Orchestra Member 2: Katze! You're an imperial prince! Why would you come here, especially without bodyguards?
Katzelia: That doesn't matter. Tell me about your father...
Orchestra Member 2: Sob... Daddy... My dad, he... He's not some kind of schemer!
Orchestra Member 2: But they still accused him of being an accomplice in the murder of the second heir... What is my family supposed to do now?
Katze takes out a gemstone ring and places it in the woman's hand.
Steward: What are you doing, Lord Katze?
Katzelia: You stay out of this.
Orchestra Member 2: What is this ring for?
Katzelia: A memento from my mother. It will ease the burden for you to move elsewhere.
Orchestra Member 2: I couldn't possibly take something that important from you!
Katzelia: It's fine. I'll have a ship prepared at port. Have your family gather their belongings with haste.
Orchestra Member 2: K-Katze... I really... I can't thank you enough!
Katzelia: Don't thank me... I'm sorry this is all I can do for you...
Katze sees the family off as they head for the port.
Steward: To bequeath your mother's ring to a person of such a low status...
Katzelia: It matters not. This card is all I need.
Katze takes out a card from his pocket.
Whatever was drawn on the card is now faded beyond recognition.
Steward: Your heirlooms were that ring and this card.
Steward: But what purpose do they serve? Neither seems particularly valuable...
Katzelia: Their value comes from improving the lives of the people. Mother would be overjoyed to know that.
Katzelia: My inheritance from her has served its purpose, even if this card has no value at all.
Katzelia: I'm far more concerned with the course this empire is taking and what will become of it.
The day of the coronation approaches. Preparations everywhere are in their final phase, including those of the symphony orchestra.
Katzelia: That'll do for today. Make sure to rest well before the big day.
Orchestra Member 1: Katze! I come bearing refreshments!
The man promptly whips out a bottle of wine to the cheers of the ensemble.
Katzelia: Where did you get that?
Orchestra Member 1: Don't know who sent it, but it came with a message attached that said, "I look forward to the performance."
Katzelia: I see...
Aromatic burgundy sloshes around the brim of each glass. Katzelia raises his own glass in a toast after everyone else has been served.
Katzelia: Here's to a top-class performance worthy of the expectations held by our emperor and fellow countrymen. A toast to the glory of Galgenia.
Orchestra Members: To the glory of Galgenia!
As one, the orchestra partake of the wine.
Katzelia, just a sip behind, brings the glass to his lips.
???: ...
Katzelia: ...!
Orchestra Member 1: Phew! That's the good stuff!
Orchestra Member 1: Hm? Something wrong, Katze?
Katzelia: I thought I heard someone's voice just now. It was quite close...
Katzelia turns his head this way and that. He instinctively pulls out his card and looks at it.
Orchestra Member 1: Bwaha! Don't tell me the card talked to you! Well, you always were a card yourself—
Orchestra Member 1: Urrrgh! Cough... Hack...
Suddenly the orchestra members start to claw at their own throats in obvious pain. Retching of black blood soon follows.
Katzelia: Wh-what's happening? Hey!
Orchestra Member 1: Katze... Help...
The wine drinkers, lying in their own blood, will not rise a second time.
Katzelia: I don't... understand...
Imperial troopers rush to investigate the scene, cordoning it off from Katzelia. The investigators have to snap Katzelia out of his daze to get his attention.
Imperial Trooper: Lord Katzelia, the evidence we've gathered proves that the wine was laced with poison.
Imperial Trooper: Does that have any significance to you?
Katzelia: No—
Orchestra Member 3: You dragged us into this!
Katzelia turns quickly to face a few members who are still alive. They glower at him.
Imperial Trooper: It seems fortune favors those who don't drink.
Orchestra Member 3: You had it made as royalty, but you insisted on hobnobbing with us commoners. Now look what your family drama has done! They're dead because of you!
Katzelia: ...
Imperial Trooper: Stay your foul tongue, knave! Such language shall not be directed at an imperial prince!
But Katzelia also blames himself.
Given the recent assassination, it makes sense that the poison was meant for him.
Haaselia: Welcome home, dear Brother. It seems you have had a bad day...
Haaselia looks worriedly at Katzelia. Evidently she has heard the news.
Katzelia gives his sister a hug and a quick peck on the forehead.
Haaselia: It's so scary... They still haven't caught the perpetrator...
Katzelia: Don't worry. I'll keep you safe from all the evils in this world.
First the death of his mother, and then the death of his father. His friends were the next to go.
All Katzelia has left is his little sister.
Katzelia: I swear I will unmask the one attempting this coup.
In his chest beats a heart of wrath.