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The Savior of Dalmore - Opening
Florence appears before the crew, explaining that Dalmore, Wales, and Feendrache will meet in the near future to discuss an alliance. Worried that the union conference might not go well, Florence asks her brother Gawain—Dalmore's former hero—to attend the talks. He agrees, and the crew accompany him home.
Atop the docked Grandcypher, a solitary figure gazes out into the sky as the sun dips under the horizon. His crimson armor gleams in the dying light.
Gawain: ...
Noticing Gawain lost in thought, (Captain) tries to approach him.
Florence: Hello, (Captain). I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch.
???: Hello, (Captain). I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch.
The woman approaching the captain is named Florence. To learn more about her, it is necessary to take a look back on Gawain's past.
Gawain: My pride? Hah. Are you calling me proud? It's the right of the strong to look down on the common rabble. Am I wrong?
Once upon a time, Gawain was cursed by a sorceress for his arrogance and cruelty.
Only a single method could set him free—help people, and in turn, learn to care for others.
During Gawain's path to redemption, (Captain) and crew ran into a mysterious woman.
Florence: I am Florence, Court Sorceress of Dalmore. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Florence: That knight in red armor that you are all searching for?
Florence: I am the one who placed the curse on him. I am also his older sister.
She revealed herself to be the reason for Gawain's journey. Her curse was born not out of hatred, but out of hope that her brother could become a better person.
Continue 1Vyrn: Oh! If it ain't Armored Bro's sis!
Lyria: Hi, Florence! How have you been?
Florence: I have been well, thank you. I hope my brother hasn't been causing too much trouble for you all.
Gawain: Florence... Considering you didn't give us prior notice, I assume this isn't a social call.
Florence: You assume correctly. I'm afraid I bring grave news—our home faces a difficult challenge.
Gawain: Dalmore is in trouble? Explain.
Florence: Dalmore, Wales, and Feendrache are preparing a conference to forge an alliance in the near future.
Lyria: So Aglovale and King Carl are going to meet with the leader of Dalmore? That'll be interesting.
Vyrn: But everyone's tryin' to buddy up, right? What's so dangerous about that?
Florence: The situation is more complicated than that. If you'll recall, Dalmore and Wales were once allies.
Florence: However, when Feendrache and Wales descended into war, Dalmore never fulfilled its role as an ally.
Vyrn: That's because Siegfried went to Dalmore before the fighting started and got them to side with Feendrache, right?
Florence: Indeed. Ever since Dalmore and Feendrache allied with one another, relations between Dalmore and Wales have steadily soured.
Florence: Thus the goal of the talks is to avoid further aggression and prevent a potential war.
Lyria: No... I don't even want to imagine you and Aglovale fighting each other...
Florence: With Feendrache serving as a mediator, hopefully it won't come to that.
Florence: I think rekindling an alliance is good for Dalmore's future. However I can't help but feel uneasy.
Florence: So to ease my fears... Alas, Dalmore must call upon its hero once more. What say you, Gawain?
Gawain: Fine. I'll do it.
Gawain: But quit calling me a hero.
Florence: I apologize.
Florence: Though I am surprised you complied so quickly.
Unable to conceal her confusion, Florence peers curiously at her brother.
Gawain: I've made my mistakes. There is a lot I owe to you and to Dalmore, and I won't leave my debts unpaid.
Gawain: Besides, I promised, didn't I? To come back when I'm a man worthy of the country.
Gawain: Now is the time. Use me as a shield to protect our home.
Florence: You've really matured, Gawain.
Gawain: That's what I said.
(Captain), as you can see, I'll have to take some time off. Sorry to leave you—
(Captain), as you can see, I'll have to take some time off. Sorry to leave you—
Choose: Nope! None of that!
The captain's tone leaves no room for arguments—the crew will travel together to Dalmore and support their friend.
Lyria: Hehe, you know we've got your back!
Vyrn: As if we'd ditch a pal in need!
Gawain: Heh... What a bunch of softies.
Gawain: All right. Come along then.
Florence: My apologies. I did not mean to involve the rest of you as well.
Lyria: Nothing to be sorry about! Gawain's saved us so many times, this is the least we can do.
Florence: I am... relieved to hear it. My brother has truly made invaluable companions.
Gawain: Hey, is our home in trouble or what? Enough blabbing. Let's go.
Vyrn: Haha! He may be more reasonable, but his words are as blunt as ever, huh?
The group relaxes as Gawain returns to his usual brusque attitude.
Florence: Then let us travel together. To Dalmore.
The Grandcypher is prepped, and soon they are on their way.
Stars fill the sky as they leave port.
In the quiet of the dark, (Captain) and friends approach a lone figure on the deck.
Florence: Good evening, everyone. Did you need me for something?
Vyrn: We were wonderin' about our armored bro... Your guys' bigwig leader tried to off him before, right?
Vyrn: You sure it's okay to bring him back?
Florence: It is true that he and Gawain haven't yet made amends. But I am confident that everything will be fine.
Florence: He did not protest, after all, when I reported on Gawain's growth and my intentions to repatriate him.
Florence: On Gawain's end, well... His journey with you has changed him for the better.
Long before Gawain met the crew, he led the knights of Dalmore.
Florence: I serve the Duchy of Dalmore, a small nation often under attack from thieves and neighboring countries.
Florence: Dalmore's military is actually quite weak.
Florence: But Gawain was always the antithesis of that.
Florence: Watching him take out hundreds of soldiers single-handedly inspired bravery in the rest of us.
He was celebrated as a hero.
Word of his deeds spreads far and wide, leading to an alliance between Wales and Dalmore.
However, with no one to challenge his power, he grew arrogant.
Florence: He began to act freely, taking advantage of all the respect and fear he commanded.
Florence: With all that he had done for the country, no one felt comfortable speaking up—not even the archduke.
Florence: One day, the archduke finally decided it was time to put an end to him.
Florence would not stand idly by while her brother was sentenced to execution. She sought an audience with the archduke.
Florence: I pleaded with the archduke to reconsider his decision if I could make my brother change.
Florence: The archduke agreed.
Florence: I proceeded to place a curse on him, admonishing him to perform acts of kindness outside of Dalmore, and to keep his arrogance in check.
It was during this exile that (Captain) and crew met Gawain and invited him on their journey. Together they performed good deed after good deed, helping him discover the warmth in others, which lifted the curse.
Vyrn: I mean, yeah, he's a different guy now. But I'm guessin' the bigwig in charge ain't gonna let him join the talks unless they work things out.
Florence: You guess correctly. Our first action should be to reconcile the two of them.
Vyrn: All right! Let us know if there's anything we can do to help!
Lyria: No one knows better than us how much of a great person Gawain is!
(Captain) agrees with a confident nod.
Florence: Everyone... Thank you very much. I hope you'll continue to treat my brother with care.
With concern in their hearts, the group reflect on the long journey they have had with Gawain by their sides.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 1: Homecoming - Episode 1
(Captain) and company are ushered into Dalmore's throne room where they greet Archduke Hyland. Gawain surprises the archduke by showing him proper respect and expresses his desire to join the union conference. Archduke Hyland nearly accepts, but Pete, commander of the Dalmore knights, intervenes and insists that Gawain first regains the trust of the people. Gawain is then ordered to gather the signatures of Dalmore citizens to prove as much.
Footsteps echo in the throne room of the Duchy of Dalmore.
Servant: Your Majesty, I've brought your tea.
Archduke Hyland: Oh! These are the high quality leaves from that merchant, aren't they?
Archduke Hyland: A moment for it to cool and... One quick sip shouldn't hurt—
Florence: Your Highness, we have returned.
Gawain: ...
Archduke Hyland: Ah, Flor—
G-Gawaaaah!
G-Gawaaaah!
Archduke Hyland: Ah! Hot! Hooot!
Florence: Y-Your Highness...
After flailing about for a few more moments, the archduke awkwardly returns to his seat.
Archduke Hyland: Ahem. Welcome back, Florence.
Archduke Hyland: You've done well to bring Gawain here.
Archduke Hyland: (Urk... Seeing his face gives me hives...)
Gawain: Old ma—
...
...
Gawain: Your Highness. I humbly make my return.
Gawain suddenly adopts etiquette appropriate of a vassal serving his liege.
Archduke Hyland: Wha...
Servant: (Gawain's actually being polite?)
Archduke Hyland: (Am I hallucinating?)
While the archduke gapes in confusion, the nearby servants express their own shock at Gawain's good decorum.
Archduke Hyland: R-right, well, I'd heard you've been traveling with a skyfaring crew. Is that true?
Gawain: It is. (Captain) here is the captain, and these two are fellow crew members.
Lyria: N-nice to meet you, Your Majesty.
Vyrn: Hehe, a pleasure to meetcha, Yer Highness! I know we might not look it, but we're a crew that can carry our own weight and then some!
With a respectful bow, (Captain) also gives an introduction.
Archduke Hyland: Children shouldn't be so stiff. You can relax.
Gawain: I have traveled far and wide with these companions and reformed myself along the way.
Gawain: Your Highness, I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize. Truly, from the bottom of my heart, I regret my past actions.
Archduke Hyland: Gawain...
Gawain: Of course I don't expect to be forgiven so easily.
Gawain: Allow me to prove myself by joining the peace talks. I swear I will secure an alliance with Wales—
???: Well, well. If it isn't Gawain.
Gawain: Pete... It's been a while.
Pete: That's Commander Pete to you.
Pete: Color me surprised. I never expected to see you come crawling back here.
Florence: It was at His Highness's counsel that I brought him home.
Florence: Gawain shall not fail to—
Pete: Secure the alliance? Is that what you're hoping for?
Pete: As if this man would ever come to defend our great nation out of the goodness of his heart.
Pete turns to the archduke, his movements flamboyant and exaggerated.
Pete: Your Highness, you don't truly believe Gawain has a selfless bone in his body, do you? After everything he has done.
Archduke Hyland: Well...
Pete: Or is one simple apology enough to convince you?
Pete: I, for one, have no intention of being deceived by him!
Archduke Hyland: Wh-while you do bring up valid concerns...
Florence: Your Highness! There is no room for argument. Either Gawain participates in the negotiations, or Dalmore will not succeed in allying with Wales!
Pete: You forget who is the current commander of the knights.
Pete: Once Wales hears that the great Pete of Dalmore shall be in attendance, the alliance will—
Gawain: Hah! Keep your delusions to yourself, moron!
Gawain: You really want to go head-to-head with Wales? An ice cube in hell would stand a better chance!
Pete: Hmph! Now there's the Gawain I'm familiar with—foul and rotten to the core!
Archduke Hyland: ...
Florence: Gawain, control yourself!
Gawain: I only speak the truth for the sake of the country.
Gawain: This burden is too much for Pete to handle.
Pete: Look how he grandstands! Even now he overestimates what Wales is capable of!
Florence: Be that as it may, you cannot deny that having Gawain would be advantageous.
Pete: Advantageous? To what? Starting a war?
Gawain: You...
Vyrn: Y'know, Mister Tiny 'Stache kinda sounds like a jerk.
Lyria: V-Vyrn, shhh! You shouldn't say that out loud!
Archduke Hyland: Th-that's enough! Silence!
The archduke's loud plea cuts off the argument.
Archduke Hyland: Pete has every right to protest Gawain's return. Trust lost is not simply regained.
Pete: (Hmph. That's right.)
Archduke Hyland: However, I cannot ignore Florence in good conscience either. Gawain should be given a chance at the very least.
Pete: ...!
Florence: Thank you, Your Highness! Well then, shall we prepare for the conference—
Archduke Hyland: Not yet. His test of character will come before that. To be fit for such an important duty, he must first regain the trust of the people.
Florence: If you'll forgive me for asking... How do you expect him to accomplish such a task? There isn't much time left before the conference begins either.
Archduke Hyland: I'm sorry, but I won't concede to any more than this. If he cannot do what I've asked in time, then he will not join the talks.
Florence: ...
Florence's shoulders sag in defeat.
Gawain: All I have to do is regain the trust of the people? Very well. I accept this task.
Gawain: But as Florence pointed out, I am not sure how I'll prove that I've succeeded. Trust is not a tangible object I can return with, after all.
Gawain: I ask that you be as clear about the conditions for success as you were with the deadline.
Pete: Don't you think you've bothered His Majesty enough—
Gawain: A leader should plainly state his orders, else his authority be called into question.
Archduke Hyland: ...
Archduke Hyland: All right. Then how about this? Gather the signatures of the citizens who will support you and return with that list.
Archduke Hyland: As for how many you'll need in order to pass... I believe the approval of ten percent of the population should be enough.
Florence: Ten percent? In such a short period?
Archduke Hyland: There is no meaning in setting an easily achievable goal. Besides, the world won't always wait.
Archduke Hyland: So long as you obtain those signatures, you shall be guaranteed a chair at the conference. Will that do?
Gawain: It will. For the sake of Dalmore, I won't fail.
Pete: Hahaha! You truly think you can gather such an absurd amount? Well, have fun wearing yourself out.
Pete: I, for one, have important matters to attend to. If you'll excuse me.
With one last haughty laugh, Pete makes his exit.
Gawain: That sourpuss hasn't changed a bit.
Florence: Your Highness, we'll be taking our leave as well.
Archduke Hyland: All right. Let us reconvene here later in the week.
Gawain and company waste no further time and depart from the throne room.
Florence: Good grief... Why did things end up this way?
Gawain: There's no point complaining now. It's either sink or swim from here on out.
Florence: It's not that simple! Do you even realize what ten percent of the population means? That's well over a hundred people!
Vyrn: Seriously? I knew it wasn't gonna be a walk in the park, but that's crazy!
Quickly calculating a rough estimate, Florence further clarifies that they will need a few hundred signatures.
Florence: There's also the problem of convincing all those people that you've changed. How do you plan on doing that?
Gawain: I've actually got an idea.
Vyrn: Better than nothing, right? We'll help out any way we can!
Lyria: As long as we work together, I know we can get those signatures!
(Captain) meets Florence's gaze and reassures her as well.
Florence: I must admit... This challenge doesn't feel as insurmountable with you and your crew by our sides.
The crew urges Florence to have more faith in the optimism exhibited by her brother.
From a hidden spot nearby, an unknown figure watches the group.
???: Hehe. Things just got interesting.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 1: Homecoming - Episode 2
In order to gather the necessary signatures, Gawain decides to use his experience as a member of (Captain)'s crew to fulfill requests. However, every citizen he approaches immediately runs away. The crew, confused at the level of fear the people show, hear from Florence the reason behind their fright.
With his idea in mind, Gawain leads the group through the streets of the castle town.
Gawain: As you know, I've completed countless requests as a member of your crew.
Gawain: If I fulfill requests for the people here in the same manner, I should be able to convince them to give me their signatures.
Florence: I see. It's worth a try, at the very least.
The group decides to approach passersby in order to find work.
Florence: Pardon me. Could I have a moment of your time?
Dalmore Citizen 1: Hello, Florence! What did you need?
Gawain: Is there anything troubling you at the moment? If there is, tell us and we'll help you.
Dalmore Citizen 1: G-Gawain? You're b-back? Ahaha! Everything's just p-peachy with me! Sorry, goodbye!
Gawain: Well... Better that nothing's wrong in the first place.
Lyria: Excuse me! Would you happen to have a job for a skyfaring crew?
Dalmore Citizen 2: Hmm... For a skyfaring crew, you say?
Dalmore Citizen 2: Now that I think about it, I've got monsters creeping into my fields and eating up my crops.
Gawain: All right. We'll take care of them for you.
Dalmore Citizen 2: Thank you very mu—
G-G-Gawain?
G-G-Gawain?
Gawain: Which way's the fields?
Dalmore Citizen 2: Ahhh! Actually, I just remembered that the monsters stopped bothering us the other day! I've got things to do, so have a good day!
Gawain: ...
Lyria: N-nobody wants our help. What should we do?
Vyrn: Sheesh, I knew this wasn't gonna be easy.
Vyrn: But the way that they're actin' is just plain silly!
Lyria: Gawain's not a bad person, so why is everyone so afraid of him?
Florence: Their reactions are understandable... I'm afraid I wasn't detailed enough when I last explained his past.
Quietly, Florence begins to recount the details she had neglected to offer once before.
The tale takes place during the time of peace that followed after Gawain forged the first alliance with Wales.
Drunk Knight 1: Hey, do you work here or what? Stop slackin' and get the food out already!
Drunk Knight 2: And bring another round of drinks! Can't ya see we're out?
Server: T-terribly sorry! I'll bring everything right away!
Drunk Knight 1: Ya think you'd be more grateful to the heroes who protect this town and keep ya in business.
Drunk Knight 2: Yeah, yeah! We put our lives on the line for all you good folks in Dalmore. How 'bout paying us some respect?
Server: Thank you both for everything you do!
???: ...
The knights drown themselves in alcohol, drinking nonstop until it is time to leave.
Server: Y-your check...
Drunk Knight 1: Ah, sorry. Didn't bring my wallet today so just put it on my tab.
Server: But your tab from the other day—
Drunk Knight 2: Hah? Persistent, ain't ya... How's about you just write off that tab? Consider it payment for us keepin' the peace 'round here.
Server: I can't do that!
Gawain chooses that moment to rise from his seat and approaches the drunkards from behind.
Gawain: Get out.
Drunk Knight 1: What'd ya say to me, punk? Who do you think—
C-Commander!
C-Commander!
Drunk Knight 2: Ah, w-were ya drinkin' in the back? Shoulda said something! We woulda had a few pints with ya...
Gawain: Shut up. Come with me.
Sobered through fear, the two knights allow themselves to be dragged out by the collar.
Gawain: Hmph.
Drunk Knights: Eep!
They whimper as they are tossed to the ground—a stark contrast from their boorish behavior a moment ago.
Gawain: Morons like you always take peace for granted.
Gawain: All this lazing around has made you dull and hotheaded. Maybe you need to be taught a lesson.
Drunk Knights: Ah, n-no...
Gawain: Good. I was starting to get bored without anything to do.
Gawain: Let's pass the time with a spar.
Drunk Knights: What?
Gawain: What are you hesitating for? If you won't start, then I will.
Drunk Knight 1: A-are you joking? There's no way we can fight you, Commander!
Drunk Knight 2: Th-there's gotta be some sorta misunderstandin' here!
Gawain: What happened to your bravado from earlier? Don't tell me you're just a couple of cowards.
Drunk Knight 1: Agh... Sniffle...
Drunk Knight 2: Owie... Owchies...
Gawain: All bark and no bite.
Gawain: Hmph. Couldn't even stave off my boredom.
Gawain scoffs, armor completely untouched, and tosses a small bag at the whimpering knights.
Gawain: You're both expelled.
Gawain: Here's your severance pay. Take the money and pay your tab.
Passerby 1: (Oh boy. Looks like Gawain's torturing his knights again for his own amusement.)
Passerby 2: (I never knew a "hero" could be so cruel... It must be tough to have him as your boss.)
Gawain: Move. You're in the way.
Passersby: Eep!
Gawain stalks away without sparing them another glance.
Drunk Knight 1: Damn you! Don't think we'll forget this, Gawain!
Drunk Knight 2: Gettin' all high and mighty just 'cause you can punch a little harder!
Drunk Knights: We're gonna snuff ya out and make it hurt!
Florence: Those so-called knights gathered quite a gang and tried to take their revenge, but of course that attempt failed.
Florence: Their final effort involved colluding with soldiers and ruffians from other countries. As you might imagine, none of them stood a chance against Gawain's might.
Vyrn: Hmm... It ain't good to use physical force to solve all your problems, but it's not like Gawain was completely in the wrong there.
Lyria: I think so too. If only more people could've understood him like you did, Florence...
Florence: Being his sister is the only reason I was able to see him in a different light, I fear.
Florence: His pride only fueled further contempt, and it did not take long before he was ostracized.
Florence: But I hope this paints a clearer picture of how Gawain became known as a violent, arrogant tyrant.
Vyrn: Guess I can see it, 'specially considering the way he was back when we first met.
Florence: The blame does not lie entirely with him. As his sister, I failed to help him where I could.
Florence: If only he had met you all earlier. Perhaps his life would have turned out differently.
Lyria: Florence...
Gawain: Florence. Instead of blabbing about the past, how about coming up with a solution for our current problem?
A scowl on his face, Gawain marches ahead of the group.
Florence: Please wait! Gawain!
Watching Gawain walk away, (Captain) clenches a fist with resolve.
Choose: It's not too late to turn this around.
Florence: Hehe. You are correct, (Captain).
Choose: We have to show the people he's changed.
Florence: When we do, I have no doubt they shall come to support him.
Continue 1Florence: No matter how coarse his words may be, at heart he is a kind soul.
Lyria: He really is a nice person with all sorts of good qualities!
Vyrn: Yeah, no matter how much he complains, he always helps us out in the end!
Lyria: I can't count how many times he's protected us while being grumpy.
Lyria: It's almost like he's too shy to show us how much he cares.
Vyrn: Hehe, nobody knows better than us that Gawain's a stand-up pal! We owe it to him to make sure everyone else learns that too!
Florence: Captain. Lyria. Vyrn... Thank you so much.
Vyrn: But first things first, we gotta make sure people stop runnin' away long enough to give Gawain a chance.
Lyria: Ahaha... That's the main problem. There has to be a way to hear people's requests without scaring them off.
Florence: Actually, I might have a solution. Would you be willing to follow after me?
Vyrn: I'm down to give anything a shot at this point. Take us wherever you want!
Lyria: I'll go let Gawain know!
Gawain: Wha... What? You don't need to pull me!
Lyria tugs Gawain back towards the group, ignoring his protests.
Once everyone is gathered together again, Florence guides them to their next destination.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 1: Homecoming - Episode 3
Florence brings the crew to Dalmore's court of sorcerers, hoping to find a request there through her connections, but Pete interferes, and the group is forced to abandon the strategy. Luckily, a Harvin man named Lusor appears before them with a request to find a lost cat. He happily signs his name down and leads the crew to the inn where the cat was last seen, while curious townspeople follow after to watch the adventure unfold.
Florence brings the crew to an outside training area for sorcerers.
Florence: I don't believe I've mentioned this before, but I am the head sorceress of Dalmore's magic court.
Florence: Hopefully with my connections, we'll be able to seek out a few requests here.
Vyrn: Whoa, you're the one callin' the magic shots around here? You really are somethin' special, huh?
Lyria: People might at least hear us out if they're friends of yours, Florence!
Gawain: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you this much trouble.
Florence: Please, this is hardly any.
Florence: Now let us proceed!
As soon as they step foot onto the grounds, a familiar voice stops them in their tracks.
Pete: Oh dear. You were one step too late.
Florence: Pete.
Pete: I predicted you would seek the help of your fellow sorcerers.
Pete: Unfortunately for you, I met with them first. All are now prohibited from assisting you in any manner whatsoever.
Florence: Excuse me? What gives you the right?
Pete: Why, the archduke gave me permission, of course.
Pete: This is supposed to be a test for your dear little brother, isn't it? It's not very fair to use someone else's connections to get the job done.
Gawain: Heh. Acting all high and mighty when we all know you're just manipulating the archduke however you want to.
Pete: So I may be, but what will you do about it? Go against his decree, and you shall lose your seat at the conference.
Florence: ...
Pete: Ta-ta. Enjoy your pointless labor!
With an unpleasant smirk adorning his lips, Pete shoves past the group and struts away.
Vyrn: Why I oughta... Tiny 'Stache is one nasty piece of work!
Lyria: We'll prove him wrong! Why don't we try speaking with the townspeople again?
Florence: It's certainly better than remaining idle.
Gawain: ...
They return to the streets and attempt to converse with passersby once more.
Dalmore Citizen 1: Huh... Gawain and Florence are still at it.
Dalmore Citizen 2: Florence is all right, but Gawain? You gotta be crazy to chat him up.
Dalmore Citizen 1: Kinda sad to see them so desperate.
Dalmore Citizen 2: I know, right?
???: ...
Even the people who stop to speak with the group instantly flee upon seeing Gawain approach.
Gawain: Tch. To think obtaining a request was going to be harder than fulfilling one.
Florence: It was only ever going to be an uphill battle with how infamous you are.
Vyrn: This isn't good though. We need to get their trust somehow.
Lyria: There has to be something we can do.
As the team struggles to construct another plan, another presence bobs into the picture.
???: Hey! Are you guys any good at finding cats?
Gawain: Huh?
???: See, there's this stray that likes hanging around the inn here. But a couple days ago, the chubby furball went missing.
???: The lady running the place really likes that cat, you know? She's been looking kinda down since then.
???: Honestly breaks my heart to see it... Sniffle...
Gawain: Are... you crying?
Florence: I'm terribly sorry about your cat, but I'm surprised you came to us. Aren't you afraid of Gawain?
???: What? No? Why would I be?
???: I just spotted you guys running around. You're a crew of some sort, right? Looking for somebody to give you a job?
???: Thought I'd throw you a bone. Kinda sad to see someone so desperate—
Gawain: Are you pitying me?
Dalmore Citizen 1: Wh-whoa... Does that Harvin fellow know he's playing with fire?
Dalmore Citizen 2: Speaking like that to Gawain is suicide.
???: Naw, I was just repeating what those people over there were saying.
Dalmore Citizens: Eek!
The two citizens make a mad dash for cover as soon as the Harvin points their way.
Gawain: You aren't from Dalmore, are you?
???: Nope. Just a passing traveler. Why?
Gawain: Then I'll pass on your request. I need someone from Dalmore, not you.
???: What? Why not! Cheapskate! Pigheaded idiot! Stubborn mule!
Gawain: What did you just call me?
Florence: (Gawain! Stop talking and accept the job!)
Gawain: (We don't have the time to spare.)
Florence: (It's the perfect use of our time. Take a moment to observe our surroundings.)
Florence: (Everyone here is watching us. If you accept this request, people will begin to see that you've changed.)
Gawain: (When you put it that way... For as much as he grates my nerves, this might just be what we've needed.)
Gawain: Fine. I'll find your cat—
When Gawain turns around, the Harvin is nowhere to be seen.
Gawain: Where—
???: Niiice! So your name's Vyrn, huh? Kinda cool to meet a flying red dragon!
Vyrn: Ehehe! 'Preciate the compliment. This here's Lyria.
Lyria: Nice to meet you!
???: Wow, what a stunner! Your skin's super clear and your hair's so pretty. Gosh, I wish I could look half as good as you!
Lyria: A s-stunner? Thank you so much!
Vyrn: And this here is (Captain)! Captain of the crew that me and Lyria are a part of.
???: So you're (Captain)? A pleasure to meet you!
???: I like that look in your eyes—just filled with moxie! You must be pretty strong!
???: Yeah... There's something real special about you!
Gawain: Hey! Enough chatting! Aren't you supposed to be worried about that cat of yours?
???: Cat?
???: Oh, right! The cat! Wait, does that mean you're gonna take the job?
Gawain: Yeah, it does.
???: Really? Woo-hoo! Let's get right to it then!
Florence: Before we begin, please look over this contract and then sign it if you agree.
???: Okay! Hmm... All right. Seems fine to me. Now for my signature here...
Gawain: Lusor, huh?
Lusor: Yep, that's my name! You're Gawain, right?
Gawain: Don't try and act like we're friends.
Lusor: All I'm doing is calling you by your name! Sheesh, I'm starting to see why everyone's scared of you. That face you're making is awful!
Gawain: Gah! Why you...
Florence: I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. I am Florence, Gawain's sister.
Florence: Could you take us to the inn that this stray cat frequented?
Lusor: Be happy to—long as Gawain stays behind!
Gawain: What? Why!
Lusor: Well... You're just so scary, you know? Maybe if you dropped the glare for a second!
With a playful grin, Lusor prods away as Gawain stews.
Vyrn: Lusor sure stirred the pot, eh?
Lyria: He seems to get along really well with Gawain though. What an interesting person.
A jovial Lusor proceeds to lead the group away.
Dalmore Citizen 1: Wh-whoa... Did you just hear what I heard?
Dalmore Citizen 2: I think so? Gawain's actually gonna help look for some cat.
Dalmore Citizen 1: There's no way. We gotta follow 'em and make sure this ain't some weird dream.
Dalmore Citizen 2: I'm pretty sure the curiosity's gonna kill me if we don't.
The two confused townspeople pursue the crew, taking care to hide themselves as they observe the cat-finding adventure.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 1: Homecoming - Episode 4
The search for the cat begins. Gawain calls out to the cat cutely, trying not to scare it away, which stuns the townspeople watching. They start to believe that Gawain has changed from his violent ways—a belief that only solidifies once Gawain crawls under an abandoned house and successfully locates the lost cat. Rumors of his good deed spread, and soon the crew has a steady flow of requests to fulfill.
The motley bunch arrive at the inn where the missing cat was last seen.
Lusor: So how do you plan on sniffing out the little fellow?
Florence: I have heard that cats tend to roam the territory they've claimed as their own.
Gawain: Then let's start by searching around the inn.
Vyrn: Sounds good to me! We should split up to cover more ground.
Lyria: Okay! Time to find us a kitty!
They quickly scatter around the inn's vicinity.
Lusor: Here, kitty, kitty, kitty! Come out wherever you are!
Florence: Little cat, where are you?
Lyria: Kitty, if you can hear us, give your best meow!
Vyrn: I'll go check out the roofs and higher places!
Gawain: Cat, come out from your hiding place at once.
The search takes the group through narrow alleys and hidden nooks.
Gawain: Come on, cat. You're making everyone worry here. Show your face already.
Lusor: Are you trying to arrest the critter? You look and sound like you're ready to beat up a criminal.
Gawain: What do you suggest then?
Lusor: Try calling it like "kiiiiittyyyy! Come to papa!" You gotta be gentle, you know?
Gawain: Here, kitty... Come to... papa...
Lusor: I said gentle, not quiet! Put some soul into it!
Gawain: Ugh. Kiiittyyyy! Come to papa!
Lusor: Yeah, just like that! Keep it going!
Dalmore Citizen 1: Somebody pinch me. Gawain's actually seriously looking for a cat!
Dalmore Citizen 2: Pffft, hahaha! Do you hear this? He's actually going like "kiiittyyy!"
A crowd begins to gather, eager to observe the typically violent and haughty Gawain in an earnest search for a cat.
Pete: What is all this commotion?
Pete: Goodness gracious. Gawain hasn't given up yet?
Pete: He's searching for a cat?
Pete: Ahaha! "Kitty," he cries! Heehee! Oh, my stomach!
Coincidentally passing by the crowd, Pete learns of the current situation and bursts into laughter.
Lusor: Hmm. This is one well-hidden kitty.
Gawain: Where haven't we checked yet?
Gawain mulls over the locations in the area, heedless of the dust and dirt clinging to his face and hair.
Dalmore Citizen 1: I'd heard a rumor he'd changed, but I totally didn't believe it.
Dalmore Citizen 2: I'm startin' to think it's for real. I mean look at him. He's covered in gunk, all over a cat.
Pete: (These rubbernecks are starting to pay too much attention to that fool.)
Pete: (What utter imbeciles.)
Pete: (I'll have to do something about this scheme of his. I simply can't risk the chance of it going well.)
A devious glint to his eyes, Pete quietly slips away.
Lusor: Hey, Gawain? Have you looked under that abandoned house?
Gawain: No. Not yet.
Lusor: Then what are you waiting for? Get over there!
Gawain: You're the small one! Why're you asking me?
Lusor: Uh... It looks kinda spooky, so I'll leave it to you, big guy!
Gawain: Tch. I guess if you're that much of a coward, I have no choice.
Lusor: Yaaay! I knew I could count on you!
Without a care for the cobwebs that will stick to his armor, Gawain bends over and sticks his head beneath the wood.
Gawain: Something just glinted in the dark!
Lusor: Lemme have a look-see! Oho? Aren't those cat eyes?
Lusor: One, two, three, four, five, six... Whoa, how many cats are down here?
Gawain: I think what we're seeing is one adult cat and a bunch of kittens.
Lusor: So the stray kitty had kitties.
Lusor: She must've found this hiding place to give birth safely!
The two retreat from the dark space and call for the rest of the group.
Florence: Thank goodness the cat is safe and sound.
Lyria: So she was hiding here with a litter of kittens.
Vyrn: No wonder we were having such a hard time sniffin' her out!
Dalmore Citizen 1: Hehe! I'm so glad they found the kitty.
Dalmore Citizen 2: The innkeeper's gonna be so happy when she hears about it.
In the middle of the celebrations, however, two people shove through the spectators and saunter up to the crew.
Ruffian 1: Guess you found our cat!
Ruffian 2: Had no idea it'd be here, so thanks for that! Now hand it over, and we can all go home.
Gawain: Stay where you are. Do you have proof this is your cat?
Ruffian 1: You want proof? Where's yours then? What gives ya the right to block our way?
Ruffian 2: Exactly! No proof, no cat. Means you don't got a say in what we do with that stray.
Lusor: Well... Can't say you're wrong there.
Gawain: What? Don't encourage them!
Lusor: Would you mind leaving the cats alone for a while at least?
Ruffian 1: Huh? You deaf or sumtin'? You can't tell us what to do!
Ruffian 2: Now scram, you puny punk!
Florence: It's clear as day that neither of you have ever owned a cat before.
Ruffian 1: What'd ya just say?
Florence: If a kitten is marked by the scent of a person, oftentimes its mother will kill it.
Lusor: She's right. That's why I'm asking you nicely to leave the family alone until the kittens grow up a little more.
Ruffian 2: Shaddup! Who cares about that?
Ruffian 2: (Better do what Pete said soon and piss Gawain off.)
Ruffian 1: If you guys won't move, we'll just hafta smoke ya.
Ruffian 1: (That should get Gawain's blood going.)
Lusor: Sigh... I knew you weren't here to chat, but I'd hoped to talk some sense into you.
Uneasy murmurs break out in the crowd as the air grows tense.
Ruffian 1: Move!
Gawain: You dare throw a punch?
Ruffian 1: What're you gonna do about it?
(C'mon, hit me back!)
(C'mon, hit me back!)
Ruffian 2: Eat this!
Wait, huh? Why can't I move?
Wait, huh? Why can't I move?
Ruffian 1: The heck? I... I can't move either?
The two aggressors suddenly freeze in place.
Florence: As long as my magic remains in effect, you shall find yourselves robbed of your motor skills.
Lusor: Whewee! So cool!
Lusor: (Hehe! Guess I can still stay on the sidelines for now.)
Florence: If you insist on being unreasonable, then I will be forced to rob your motor skills permanently. But I'm sure that won't be necessary, now will it?
Ruffians: Nope, nuh-uh...
Florence: Very good.
Ruffians: W-we're free!
Florence: I do hope you've learned your lesson. Now run along and pray I never see your faces again.
Ruffians: Y-yes'm! 'Scuse us!
They scramble away as fast as their feet can take them.
Gawain: That was good, Florence. I appreciate it.
Florence: I only managed it because you held yourself back. Excellent self-control, Gawain.
Lyria: Gawain, are you okay?
Gawain: Yeah, I'm completely fine.
Gawain: Thanks for putting your trust in me and not losing your cool, guys.
Vyrn: Not gonna lie, I was this close to panickin' though.
Dalmore Citizen 1: Did ya see that? Gawain just took a hit and didn't punch back! Someone pinch me, 'cause I gotta be hallucinatin'!
Dalmore Citizen 2: He really has changed, hasn't he?
The nearby spectators begin to whisper excitedly among themselves.
Vyrn: Wow, they're sure makin' a huge racket.
Lyria: Ahaha, I'm just glad they got to see Gawain for the good guy that he is!
Lusor: Hehehe! That takes care of that.
Dalmore Citizen 1: Maybe Gawain'll end up protecting our country like Lot did before!
Dalmore Citizen 2: Morgause would be so proud if Gawain grows into a stand-up guy...
As the citizens mutter amongst themselves, the same two names are mentioned again and again.
Vyrn: Huh? Who the heck're Lot and Morgause?
Florence: ...
Gawain: ...
Hey, Lusor. Job's done now, right?
Hey, Lusor. Job's done now, right?
Lusor: Ahhh, yep! Thanks, everyone! That was great!
Lusor: The innkeeper's gonna cry tears of joy!
Lusor: Better get the news over to her right away. See you when I see you!
Lusor rushes off with a wave.
Soon after, news of Gawain's reformed character travels at the speed of light throughout the country.
The crew, now with ample requests coming their way, work hard at completing as many jobs as possible over the next few days.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 2: Days of Yore - Episode 1
A few days later, Gawain and crew appear before Archduke Hyland with enough signatures to secure his seat at the alliance. At Gawain's behest, the archduke permits (Captain) and the crew to attend as well. After the meeting, the group travels to a cemetery, where they visit the graves of Gawain's parents and listen to him share their story.
Time passes and the day to meet the archduke has come. The crew once again gathers inside the Duchy of Dalmore's throne room.
Gawain: Your Highness, I brought the promised signatures.
He presents the long list of names to the archduke.
Archduke Hyland: Incredible! You were able to gather this many...
Archduke Hyland: Rumors of your deeds have spread to even my ears. You did well, Gawain.
Gawain: I couldn't have done it alone.
(Captain) & Others: ...
Gawain: My comrades were there every step of the way.
Archduke Hyland: To think I would live to see the day you relied on others.
Florence: Your Highness.
Florence: We have fulfilled our end of the bargain. Can we safely assume Gawain's seat at the union conference has been secured?
Archduke Hyland: I am a man of my word.
Archduke Hyland: Pete, do you have any objections?
Pete: No, Your Highness.
Pete: (Curses! He managed to succeed.)
Pete: However, a few signatures does not mean Gawain's past transgressions have been erased.
Pete: Take care to remember that Dalmore as a whole has not forgiven him yet.
Archduke Hyland: I do bear that in mind already.
Pete: Then please pardon me.
Pete, despite his polite manners, glares at Gawain and the crew as he passes them on his way out.
Pete: (I did not take into account the possibility that he could actually make friends.)
Archduke Hyland: Well, Gawain, I shall count on you in the coming days.
Gawain: Understood.
After a proper bow, Gawain straightens and faces the archduke again.
Gawain: May I ask one more thing of you?
Archduke Hyland: What is it?
Gawain: Would you allow (Captain) and the crew to participate in the talks as well?
Archduke Hyland: You wish for children to join the table?
Gawain: Yes. As I said earlier, I would not have been able to accomplish my task without their help.
Gawain: These people are not mere children.
Gawain: But if they should do anything to shame our country, you may have my head.
Florence: Your Highness, I offer my own as well.
Florence steps forward to stand next to Gawain.
Archduke Hyland: Hmm... If the both of you are so certain, then I have nothing else to say.
Archduke Hyland: Very well. All of you shall have a seat at the table, provided there are no unforeseen issues.
Siblings: Yes, Your Highness! Thank you very much!
The audience with the archduke draws to a close.
Once the group leaves the throne room and reaches the road outside, they break out into excited chatter.
Vyrn: You did it, Gawain!
Lyria: Peace talks, here we come!
Gawain: (Captain), I can't thank you and the crew enough for making this happen.
Lusor: What about little ol' me?
Lusor: Don't I deserve some thanks too? Heard it was only after our little cat adventure that you started getting all those requests.
Lusor appears from out of thin air, sporting a cheerful grin.
Gawain: You're still in town? Well, I'll admit that your request was a good catalyst.
Lusor: Hehehe, you should be more straightforward when you're showing appreciation, y'know?
Lusor: Gotta be honest with your feelings, big guy!
Gawain: Why you... Better stop talking while you're ahead!
Lusor: Ahaha, sorry, sorry!
Vyrn: Gotta say though, never expected ya to ask to bring us into the conference room with you.
Gawain: It was a spur of the moment decision.
Florence: If he hadn't broached the subject, I would have brought it up myself.
Lusor: C'mon, what happened to being honest, Gawain?
Gawain: Shut up! Keep your nose outta this!
Gawain: Why are you following us anyway?
Lusor: Can't a guy go where he wants? But I can tell when I'm not wanted.
Casually tucking his hands behind his head, Lusor steps away.
Lusor: Guess I'll head out then.
Lyria: Are you going already?
Lusor: Yeah, I only came to mess with Gawain a little bit.
Florence: Lusor, words cannot express how grateful I am for your help.
Lusor: You take care, Florence.
Vyrn: It's gonna be quiet without you around, pal.
Lusor: Aw, shucks. You're gonna make me blush.
Lusor: I'll still be in the area for a bit, so maybe we'll run into each other again.
(Captain) lets Lusor know that it would be nice to see one another in the future.
Lusor: Wouldn't it? I get the feeling this won't be the last time we meet, Cap'n.
Shooting the captain a wink, Lusor strolls over to the scowling Gawain.
Lusor: Hehe, no heartfelt tears of goodbye?
Gawain: Heh. You must be off your rocker to expect that from me.
Lusor: I'll see you when I see you, Gawain.
Gawain: Until next time.
With a small wave, Lusor vanishes into the streets of the town.
Gawain: Finally some peace and quiet.
Gawain: (Captain), Florence and I have some business to take care of. What'll the rest of you do?
Vyrn: Uh, we don't really got anythin' planned.
Lyria: I don't think we have any urgent requests to fulfill either.
Choose: Do you mind if we come with you?
Gawain: I don't, but it'll probably be boring for you.
Florence: If you truly do not mind, we would be happy for you to join us.
Choose: Are you guys up to something secret or...
Florence: No, nothing of that sort.
Gawain: You're free to come with us.
Continue 1The group travels outside town and arrives at a cemetery.
Gawain and Florence lead the group to a particular grave, and together they offer a silent prayer.
Gawain: Our parents lie here.
Lyria: Oh...
Florence: Lot and Morgause. Our father and mother. They dedicated their lives to Dalmore.
Vyrn: Those were the names we heard the townspeople whisperin'...
Florence: Yes. Lot led the knights of Dalmore once.
Gawain: Morgause served as head sorceress in her time.
Lyria: Oh! Just like you two.
Gawain: I'm not commander anymore, but yeah. In the past, I guess.
Vyrn: What were your mom and dad like?
Lyria: Vyrn, maybe we shouldn't—
Florence: It's fine. On the contrary, I believe our parents would be pleased for you to learn about them.
Choose: We're more than willing to listen.
Gawain: We dragged you here. May as well tell you.
Quietly, Gawain begins to share the memories of his parents.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 2: Days of Yore - Episode 2
Lot, Gawain's father and commander of Dalmore's knights, and Morgause, head sorceress of Dalmore's court, spend their days worrying about the battles plaguing Dalmore. One day, a large invasion threatens their country, but Lot's heroism and Morgause's genius save the day, and their victory becomes known as the Miracle of Dalmore. The entire nation cheers, with the exception of Pete, lieutenant commander of the knights at the time.
Gawain and Florence—not yet adults, but not quite children either.
During this period of their lives, countless militaries challenge Dalmore's own, determined to take advantage of the nation's weak military. Many casualties rise.
???: The natural fortifications of our land are strong, but prolonged conflict will prove to be our demise.
Lot, father to Gawain and Florence, works day and night to fulfill his duties as commander of Dalmore's knights.
???: We are not equipped to fight head-on either. Our resources are too few.
Morgause, their mother, is a brilliant woman who leads Dalmore's sorcerers.
Lot: I'd like to have my knights prep for combat with your troops in the near future. Would it be possible to arrange a session?
Morgause: Going to work on the Tumulus strategy? By all means, use my sorcerers freely. They can be ready as early as tomorrow.
Lot: I'm confident that if we can fully utilize our natural defenses with the magic you've developed, we might just make something of Dalmore.
Lot: Our homeland will suffer less aggression. Our people will be able to live in peace.
Morgause: To live our days not in fear, but happy tranquility... That would be a dream come true.
Florence: What are you both doing up this late? Are you still working?
Morgause: Haha, we're simply discussing our hobbies. It just so happens that our hobbies are military strategy and planning for the future.
Lot: Sorry, Florence. Did we wake you?
Florence: I'm not a child anymore. It's too early to sleep.
Gawain: Yeah, who cares about that? Tell me more about this combat prep!
Morgause: Gawain... Unlike Florence, you still have a few years to go. Be a good child and head to bed.
Gawain: You know I'm not a little kid anymore! When will you let me actually fight?
Lot: All right, all right. How about this? If you land a hit on me tomorrow, I'll tell you everything you want to know.
Gawain: Really? You promise?
Lot: I promise. So be a good boy and go to sleep now, okay?
Gawain: Okay! I wanted to train a little first, but...
Gawain: Yawn... Guess I'll just sleep. Good night.
Family: Good night.
Lot: Haha, he's still just a kid.
Florence: Father, are you sure you should have done that? You know he's not going to stop pestering you until he bests you.
Lot: I welcome it. He's only going to be young for so long, you know? I have to treasure these moments.
Morgause: Florence, it's about time for you to turn in as well. Staying up late will give you wrinkles.
Florence: Doesn't that mean you should go to sleep too?
Morgause: Well aren't you a clever one?
Florence: Hehe, but of course. I am your daughter, after all.
Florence: It's nice you two enjoy your hobbies together, but please take care not to push yourselves. Good night.
Family: Good night.
Lot: Our little girl has grown up in the blink of an eye.
Morgause: It feels like only yesterday that she barely came up to our waists.
Lot: Staying up past our bedtimes is nothing if it's for their futures.
Morgause: Indeed. Shall we discuss our hobbies for a little while longer?
Lot: We shall. But before we get started again, let me get us something to drink. Hot or cold?
Morgause: A hot herbal tea would be nice. Thank you.
Lot: Your wish is my command. I'll be right back.
Not long after, a large force invades Dalmore.
Dalmore Knight 1: Commander Lot! Lieutenant Commander Pete! Our front lines are being pushed back! They'll break through at this rate!
Pete: Lot! You need to make a decision soon, else we shall all perish!
Lot: I know, but we can't afford to retreat yet!
Enemy Commander: Go, go! Make them scream for their lives!
Enemy Soldier 1: Ragh!
Enemy Soldier 2: Die!
Morgause: (Lot! Can you hear me? The preparations are complete!)
Lot: (Morgause? Okay, I hear you.)
Lot receives the signal telepathically from Morgause.
Lot: Damn it. I suppose this is it. Retreat! Everyone, pull back!
Pete: You heard the man! Go! Move! Withdraw!
Faced with unfavorable odds, Lot and his troops retreat further into Dalmore, crossing a bridge in the process.
Enemy Commander: Wahahaha! Look at the rats run! Pathetic!
Enemy Commander: But don't let them get away! Rout the lot of them and put them out of their misery!
Enemy Soldier 1: Snuff 'em out!
Enemy Soldier 2: Kill them all!
The enemy army clamors after the retreating Dalmore knights.
Morgause: I, Morgause, call upon the earth. Tremble and awaken.
Lot: I, Lot, call upon the olden oath. Be honored and fulfilled.
Morgause & Lot: Heed our voices. Rise from your shackles. Test the forces that would trespass into our land!
Morgause & Lot: Tumulus!
Enemy Commander: Huh? What the hell is all this shaking?
Magic circles form around the invading army once Lot and Morgause finish their incantation.
The ground begins to shake, the air hums with foreboding energy, and great fissures crack beneath their enemies.
Enemy Commander: It's a trap! Damn it, everyone get back—
Enemy Soldier 1: Gaaah!
Enemy Soldier 2: S-somebody help me!
Given no time to react, the troops are powerless to avoid the flood of murky water that sweeps through their ranks. Confusion and chaos soon dominates the army.
Lot: (Hahaha! We did it, Morgause.)
Morgause: (That we did! The timing was perfect.)
Lot: (This was our best execution yet! Let's wrap this up, shall we?)
Morgause: (We'll provide backup.)
Lot: (It's all right! We can handle them.)
With the invaders in no shape to fight, Lot prepares to rout them for good.
Lot: Hear me, my knights! Victory is in our grasp! Let us show our foes the true might of Dalmore!
Pete: Give them everything you've got!
Dalmore Knight 1: Yes, sir!
Lot: After me! Chaaarge!
Pete: Advance!
Dalmore Knight 1: Raaaaah!
From the safety of the castle walls, Gawain and Florence watch their parents lead Dalmore to victory.
Gawain: Wow! Mom and Dad are so cool!
Florence: It's almost hard to believe they're the same people we see every day at home.
Because of Lot and Morgause's genius tactics, not a single Dalmore soldier dies that day.
Not long after the victory, Archduke Hyland summons Lot and Morgause to the throne room.
Archduke Hyland: Silence, please.
Lot & Morgause: ...
Archduke Hyland: I'd like to honor our heroes with a round of applause. To Lot and Morgause, who have led Dalmore to triumph over our enemies!
Lot & Morgause: It was our honor to serve.
Cheers and applause fill the room.
Dalmore Knight 1: Lot, our hero!
Lot: You give me too much credit.
Lot: If I am to be called a hero, then everyone who fought with me is just as deserving of the title!
Dalmore Sorcerer: Morgause, your genius saved us!
Morgause: It was the cooperation between the knights and the sorcerers that spared the lives of many.
Morgause: We swear that so long as we breathe, no foe shall occupy our home!
Lot's and Morgause's words are met with even more celebration.
Gawain: Did you hear that? They called them heroes and geniuses! That's so cool!
Florence: Hehe, we'll have to hold our own celebration at home.
The two children watch the scene unfold, pride swelling in their hearts.
Lot and Morgause's victory—a battle that comes to be known as the Miracle of Dalmore—firmly entrenches them in history as the Saviors of Dalmore.
However, one person remains sullen in the shadows.
Pete: (Ridiculous! I worked just as hard and put my life on the line.)
Pete: (But nobody in this country has eyes for anyone but that accursed couple.)
Pete: (Am I doomed to have my efforts always amount to nothing? I refuse to believe it.)
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 2: Days of Yore - Episode 3
After their victory, Lot and Morgause continue to successfully defend the country, leading Archduke Hyland to declare that Dalmore go on the offensive and expand their territory. Lot initially refuses, but Pete convinces him to go through with the invasion. Before Lot leaves for the frontlines, he expresses his hope to Gawain and Florence that Dalmore might one day enter an alliance with Feendrache and Wales to secure peace for their country.
After the Miracle of Dalmore solidifies their titles as saviors, Lot and Morgause continue to defend their country against invaders.
Their fame grows as they thwart every attempt. Before long, the invasions become less frequent as Dalmore's neighbors realize their futility.
One day, Dalmore holds a parade to celebrate the efforts of those serving their homeland.
Archduke Hyland: I commend our heroes Lot and Morgause!
Enthused Citizen 1: Woohoo! Lot, our knight in shining armor!
Lot: ...
Enthused Citizen 2: All hail our glorious Morgause! Look over here!
Morgause: ...
Gawain: Heeey! Mooom! Daaad!
Florence: Gawain, don't get too close to the crowd.
Gawain: I'm fine, see? Come on, let's find a better spot!
Gawain: Oh! They see us! They're waving!
Florence: ...
Among the excited parade goers, a single man glares coldly at the nation's saviors.
Pete: (How absurd. I work tirelessly and put my life on the line every day, but it's only these two that get any praise.)
Pete: (I suppose I'll never be acknowledged unless I myself am the commander...)
Archduke Hyland: The efforts of our heroes have paved the way for a glorious new start!
Archduke Hyland: With our country at the peak of its strength, our neighbors have learned to respect our territory.
Archduke Hyland: But we shall not be satisfied with their retreat, nor our current method of passive diplomacy. It is time... to turn the tides of war onto their lands and expand our domain!
Pete: (Excuse me? Did I hear that correctly?)
Enthused Citizen 1: Uh... What'd he just say about a domain?
Enthused Citizen 2: He means to expand our territory! Wage war to give our people more land!
Lot & Morgause: ...!
Archduke Hyland: Haha! Lot. Morgause. I apologize for suddenly springing this on you.
Archduke Hyland: But the people are waiting to hear your support. Please, say something.
Lot: Y-Your Highness. Pardon my insolence, but to wish to invade—
Before Lot can finish speaking, Pete brushes past him and addresses the crowd.
Pete: Citizens of Dalmore! It seems that Commander Lot is overcome with emotion and thus momentarily indisposed!
Enthused Citizen 1: Wahaha! C'mon, sir! Now's not the time to cry!
Pete: I, Lieutenant Pete, shall speak in his stead!
Pete: The knights of Dalmore have worked tirelessly for the very purpose announced today!
Pete: Upon our honor, we swear to take the land of those who have robbed us for too long!
Enthused Citizens: All right, lieutenant commander! That's what we wanna hear!
Enthused Citizens: Dalmore knights, we believe in you!
Thunderous applause follows Pete's speech. After letting the people cheer, the archduke steps forward.
Archduke Hyland: Good citizens, keep your faith in our knights!
Enthused Citizens: Archduke Hyland!
Archduke Hyland: For the prosperity of Dalmore!
Enthused Citizens: For the prosperity of Dalmore!
Gawain: Mom... Dad...
Florence: Gawain. We should head home now.
Gawain: O-okay.
Only Pete remains calm in the middle of the chaos.
Pete: (Hehehe! This is exactly what I've been waiting for.)
The parade finishes shortly after, filled with cheering to the end.
Lot and Morgause later pay a visit to the throne room.
Archduke Hyland: What did you wish to talk about?
Lot: We came to discuss what you announced at the parade. About conquering other lands.
Archduke Hyland: Oh. That?
Archduke Hyland: It's quite difficult to find the opportunity to gather all the citizens in one place, so I thought I would take advantage of the moment.
Morgause: I see. Did you take into consideration that sharing the news that way would have serious repercussions with our neighbors?
Archduke Hyland: I-I did not. But it should not matter. Not while our country is the strongest it has ever been and our foes are few.
Archduke Hyland: Pursuing a policy of expansion for national prosperity is meant to raise public morale. I believed I made the correct decision...
Lot: If I may, Your Highness...
Lot: The only reason we have been able to defeat our enemies is precisely because they invaded us. Our strength relies on the land of Dalmore itself.
Morgause: More precisely, without the leylines of the land, the large-scale magic circles we've developed are completely useless.
Morgause: We cannot hope to best anyone in their own territory.
Archduke Hyland: Oh dear. I see your point. But it is too late to rescind the decision.
Lot: No, it is not. There's still time to rectify this. Please, would you consider it?
Morgause: Your Highness, we beg of you.
Archduke Hyland: Well... If this is what you think is best, then I shall gather the people once more—
Pete: Wait a moment, Your Highness.
Pete reveals himself, stepping out from where he had been eavesdropping.
Lot: Pete, what are you doing here?
Archduke Hyland: If I recall correctly, you are...
Pete: Lieutenant Commander Pete of the knights of Dalmore, at your service.
Pete: Pardon my intrusion. I realize I've come uninvited.
Archduke Hyland: It's all right. What does the subordinate of Lot wish to say?
Pete: Your Highness. Personally I believe that leading a charge against our enemies is the correct decision.
Lot: Pete, you can't be serious.
Archduke Hyland: Lot. Let him speak.
Lot: But...
Archduke Hyland: Pete, was it? Go on.
Pete: It is simple: stay true to your promise and bring the nation to new heights.
Archduke Hyland: Simple, you say? I'm impressed that you would claim as much without the approval of these two.
Pete: I firmly believe that the commander is capable of making your promise a reality.
Lot: You believe too much in me. I am not an infallible force.
Pete: Well then. Would you like me to take command and show you how it should be done?
Morgause: Amazing. You are conceited enough to think yourself fit to lead?
Pete: Haha, it was merely a joke. There's no need to take such offense.
Pete: Don't you remember, Commander?
Pete: You once spoke of forging Dalmore's knights into an army that could stand against Wales and Feendrache.
Lot: And what of it?
Pete: Were those words nothing but a lie? Or do you expect to forge our knights by sitting inside our lands and doing nothing?
Pete: For countries like Wales and Feendrache to respect us and eventually ally with us, we must be stronger—
Lot: Enough.
Affected by the truth in Pete's words, Lot pauses to ponder his response.
Lot: (Pete isn't wrong. An alliance with those two powerful countries is a mere dream if we choose to stay as we are.)
Lot: (Maintaining the status quo would only hurt us in the long run—a failure on our part, especially while Morgause and I still live.)
Lot: (But if we start a campaign that forces Gawain and Florence to eventually join the battlefield... Would we truly be taking the correct path?)
Lot: (Perhaps if I had as much military prowess as the generals of our rivals...)
Lot: (Hm... Power could solve our problems.)
Lot: Very well. This conquest of yours... I shall lead it.
Morgause: Lot?
Pete: There we go. I knew you had the spirit of a hero in you.
Morgause: Are you out of your mind?
Morgause: All our efforts were to protect, not destroy! Have you forgotten that?
Lot: I'm sorry, Morgause.
Archduke Hyland: Well, well! I am pleased to hear that our hero has changed his mind!
Pete: And with such resolve, no less!
Pete: Now that we are decided, may I offer a suggestion?
Lot: All right.
Pete: How do you feel about setting our sights on Burgundy first?
Archduke Hyland: Burgundy, hm? Its location is very advantageous against the neighboring countries.
Pete: Very good! We shall show Feendrache and Wales what a country under your leadership is capable of!
Lot: That area contains important travel routes, doesn't it? If it were so easy to take over, others would have done so already.
Lot: I would request that you allow me some time to prepare.
Archduke Hyland: Ah, I understand. Can I expect the both of you to plan a strategy sooner rather than later?
Lot & Pete: Yes, Your Highness.
Morgause, quiet during the discussion, chooses that moment to finally speak up.
Morgause: We are inviting danger onto every citizen, and for what? Is there a meaning to this campaign?
Lot: Everything will be all right, Morgause. We shall act within reason.
Lot: (Besides, if we end up proving that our campaign is premature, the archduke might change his mind.)
Morgause: (But...)
Archduke Hyland: Morgause, I understand your concern. But Lot has already decided.
Archduke Hyland: Could you respect that decision?
Morgause: ...
Very well.
Very well.
Archduke Hyland: I realize I have asked much of you in your service.
Archduke Hyland: When the next battle is over, you should take some time off away from your duties.
Lot & Morgause: As you wish, Your Highness.
Pete: (Hehehe, I was prepared for the worst, but to think it would go so well.)
Pete: (All that's left is to remove Lot from the picture, and I shall become the next commander.)
With the discussion finished, Dalmore's campaign is decided.
That evening, Lot and Morgause return home in stony silence.
Gawain: Mom! Dad! You're home!
Lot: We are indeed. Hello, Gawain.
Florence: You were out for a while.
Morgause: We ran into a few issues.
Florence: A few issues? Are you talking about what the archduke announced?
Morgause: Well... Yes.
Gawain: You guys are gonna go after other people now, right?
Lot: ...
Exchanging solemn looks, Lot and Morgause face their children.
Lot: Gawain. Florence. Do you love this land we live in?
Gawain: Yeah, I do!
Florence: Yes, but why are you asking?
Lot: Your mother and I have fought to protect both you and the country we all love.
Lot: We've never been the aggressor in any of the battles we've fought.
Lot: Do you know why?
Gawain: Because we weren't strong enough?
Lot: No, my son.
Lot: It's because the people we face have families of their own to protect, just like us. That is why we all fight.
Gawain: To protect...
Lot: We don't hurt others because we enjoy it.
Lot: We do so because it is necessary to keep you both safe.
Florence: Based on what we've heard today, however, that's going to change, isn't it?
Lot: Yes... It is.
Lot: For the sake of Dalmore, I have to lead the campaign into other nations.
Florence: But why though? Is it because of the expectations people have after the Miracle of Dalmore?
Florence: Who cares about all that? Father, you and mother have been running yourselves into the ground since that day.
Florence: Aren't you supposed to treasure family above all else? Let's just leave all this fighting behind. Go somewhere quiet and live peacefully.
Gawain: Florence, you dummy! You can't ask them to abandon our country like cowards!
Florence: Children should stay out of this.
Gawain: Stop calling me a kid! I'm not little anymore! I can fight too!
Gawain: And I'll get even stronger, and then it'll be my turn to protect Mom and Dad!
Gawain: I'll protect them and this country they've protected this whole time!
Florence: See, that's exactly why you're still a child. Can't you see that you'd just get in their way?
Gawain: What'd you say?
Before the argument can devolve into a fight, Lot and Morgause wrap their children in a warm embrace.
Lot: Thank you, Florence. Gawain.
Morgause: Hehe, don't fight, all right? Take care of one another. Get along like you always do.
Siblings: Fine.
Lot: You know... There actually is a way that Dalmore may one day see peace.
Gawain: What? How?
Lot: By forming an alliance with Feendrache and Wales.
Gawain: An alliance with Feendrache and Wales?
Lot: Yes. We would have to secure one with both countries, else conflict arises with the unallied country.
Lot: With all three of our countries working in cooperation, an age of peace would then be established.
Florence: While that would be ideal, there's no reason for big nations like theirs to ally with a small country like Dalmore.
Morgause: Haha. Oh, Florence. Ever the realist.
Florence: I take after you, Mother.
Gawain: Mom... Dad... You can leave that to me.
Gawain: I'll get super strong. Strong enough that Wales and Feendrache'll have no choice but to play nice with us!
Gawain: I'll... become the hero Dalmore needs!
Lot: I have no doubt that you will, Gawain.
Morgause: I look forward to the day you make it happen.
Florence: Good grief. Are you sure you should be encouraging him?
Morgause: Florence, can we count on you to support him—no matter what happens in the future?
Florence: All right, all right. He is still my brother, after all.
Morgause: Well, shall we all head to bed? It is quite late.
Lot: Yes, let's get some rest. Good night.
Family: Good night.
And so the loving family turns in for the night...
Unaware of the tragedy that awaits in the future.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 2: Days of Yore - Episode 4
Lot marches to Burgundy and perishes in battle there. After his passing, Morgause completes the magical defense system for Dalmore, then passes away to sickness sometime later. With the tale finished, Gawain stands before their grave and swears to secure the alliance that his father had once wished for. Elsewhere, Pete meets with a mysterious figure in the shadows.
Some time later, Lot sets out to begin the campaign.
Lot: I'll be going now.
Morgause: Don't do anything reckless, do you hear me?
Lot: I know, I know.
Morgause: Are you sure you don't need me to come with you?
Lot: Someone needs to hold down the fort while the knights and I are gone.
Morgause: Then you can rest assured that any who trespass shall be eliminated by my magic.
Lot: Hahaha, I have no doubt about that.
Florence: Father. I hope you haven't forgotten that my birthday is soon. I expect a present.
Lot: Of course I remember. You want that herb tea collection, don't you?
Florence: If you're late for my birthday, I won't speak to you ever again.
Lot: Oof, not an idle threat. I shall try my best not to disappoint.
Gawain: ...
Lot: Are you still mad that I can't take you on that hike I promised?
Gawain: I'm not mad. I know you're busy.
Lot: I really am sorry. Once I come back, we can do whatever you want to make up for it.
Gawain: Really?
Lot: Really. Promise from one man to another.
Gawain: Hehe! Okay. It's a promise.
After a pinky swear with his son, Lot turns to leave.
Lot: Well, I'll see you all later.
Family: Travel safe.
Lot returns to his waiting troops.
Pete: Done with your farewells?
Lot: Yeah. It'll be a while before we can meet again.
Lot: Is there anyone you wish to see before we go?
Pete: Not particularly.
Lot: Oh.
In front of the mass of knights, the archduke bids his own farewell.
Archduke Hyland: I'll be waiting to hear the good news, Commander.
Lot: Yes, Your Highness. I swear to bring victory to Dalmore.
Archduke Hyland: Then you best be off.
Lot: Understood.
Lot, drawing his sword and pointing it at the sky, addresses his troops.
Lot: Are we ready?
Lot: March!
Enthused Citizen 1: Lot, our hero! You can do it!
Enthused Citizen 2: Sir Lot, we'll be waiting for you!
The knights march off into the distance with the cheers of Dalmore's citizens at their backs.
This is the last time Gawain and Florence ever see their father.
Lyria: That's...
Vyrn: You're tellin' me that Pete made it back just fine, but not your dad?
Gawain: According to him, our father suffered a grave wound during an ambush and perished before he could return for treatment.
Florence: A surprise attack is devastatingly effective on unfamiliar land, after all.
Lyria: That's... That's horrible...
Gawain: Death always comes unexpectedly.
Gawain: Father died because he was weak. That's all.
Gawain: Only an idiot would pretend to be strong out of loyalty.
Florence: Gawain...
Gawain: But I get why he did it. As frustrating as it is, I get it.
Gawain: Nobody stopped him. Nobody could stop him.
Gawain: So this country ended up being the death of him.
At a loss for words, (Captain) silently listens to Gawain and Florence's past.
Vyrn: But your mom stayed home, right? What happened to her?
Florence: She always regretted not going with our father.
Florence: However, she had her own duties to fulfill, and so she forced herself to keep on living.
Florence: The country's sorcerers needed guidance, and the country itself needed a defense system. She threw herself into developing the basis of the system we have today.
Gawain: She grew sick a few years later. Couldn't even get out of bed at the end, but at least now she can rest...
Despite the somber nature of the topic, Gawain and Florence appear at peace.
Florence: Once our mother passed, I became the head sorceress and managed to improve upon the defenses she created.
Florence: Dalmore would have perished long ago without her work.
Lyria: I guess other countries started attacking again once Lot was gone...
Gawain: Pete became commander after Lot died. I started serving under his command and rose up to the rank of lieutenant commander.
Gawain: After protecting Dalmore from Wales, I took over as the new commander.
Gawain: But you all know what happened next: my arrogance got me driven out, and Pete became commander again.
Vyrn: What a crazy chain of events...
Gawain: It's the links in that chain that got me here though. Now I can finally keep my promise with Father and forge the alliance he wanted.
Gawain: I swear I'll get it done, no matter what it takes.
Gawain clenches his fists, eyes firmly planted on the graves of his parents.
Florence: It's getting quite windy out here. We should head back.
Taking Florence's advice, the group turns to leave.
Elsewhere, a secret meeting takes place.
Pete: Gawain returned to Dalmore without warning, regained the trust of the people, and secured himself a spot at the union conference.
???: Is that so?
Pete: His actions won't get in the way of our plans, will they?
???: You've got nothing to worry about. I'll come up with something to deal with it.
Pete: A-all right! Thank you very much!
While Gawain and the crew steel themselves for the negotiations, Pete and a mysterious accomplice work in the shadows toward their own goals.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 3: Union Conference - Episode 1
The union conference commences in Feendrache's castle. Lancelot explains recent events that have threatened Feendrache, including the potential involvement of the legendary mage Merlin—a man who was believed to have perished alongside his country long ago. Understanding the danger that Lancelot speaks of, Aglovale appears ready to ally with Feendrache, and only Feendrache.
A few days later, the union conference begins in Feendrache.
Representatives from Dalmore, Wales, and Feendrache gather in the castle.
King Carl: Welcome to Feendrache, leaders of Dalmore and Wales. Thank you for making the journey here.
Aglovale: As long as it is Feendrache mediating the discussions, Wales is willing to negotiate.
Aglovale: I'm sure you have no objections, Archduke.
Archduke Hyland: A-ah, no, it is just as you say, Sir Aglovale.
Archduke Hyland grows flustered under the intensity of Aglovale's glare.
Lancelot: (Wales and Dalmore were once allied, but Dalmore broke the terms of that alliance.)
Lancelot: (For a good reason, of course. While we were preventing Aglovale from activating the Otherworld Key...)
Lancelot: (Aglovale had counted on Dalmore invading Feendrache.)
Lancelot: (Siegfried was able to predict such a plan and approached Dalmore in advance with an offer to ally with Feendrache instead.)
Lancelot: (From Aglovale's point of view, Dalmore betrayed Wales. I wouldn't expect anything less than vitriol from his side.)
Standing by King Carl's side, Lancelot recalls the events that led to the current situation between the three countries.
Vyrn: This has got be the millionth time we've come to this castle, huh?
Vyrn: Havin' all these big shots gathered here really gives the place a different vibe though.
Lyria: This is going to be a serious discussion.
Gawain: What are you fretting for? Every nation here agreed to let you join.
Gawain: Keep your head held high.
Clad in newly polished armor, Gawain exudes an unfamiliar dignity.
Lyria: O-okay...
Lyria: (Seeing Gawain in different armor than usual kind of makes me a nervous.)
Vyrn: (Yeah. There was some commotion about it, wasn't there? But he didn't let us ask about it.)
Florence: (That is our father's armor.)
Florence: (Gawain went to a skilled armor smith who adjusted it to fit him.)
Florence: (As for why he went to the effort... I would guess that it's a symbol for his determination to succeed here.)
Lyria: (I had no idea.)
Vyrn: (We gotta pull ourselves together too then.)
(Captain), Lyria, and Vyrn take deep breaths and mimic Gawain's calm poise.
Lancelot: (Gawain—once known as a hero of Dalmore. I've heard many a rumor about him.)
Lancelot: (To know that he travels with (Captain)'s crew... It almost feels like we've a strange connection.)
King Carl: Lancelot, if you wouldn't mind, could you give us a summary of the events leading up to this conference?
Lancelot: It would be my honor.
Lancelot: Recently there has been an increase in suspicious activities on the outskirts of Feendrache. We suspect persons from an unknown cabal might be responsible.
Lancelot: We believe we first encountered this cabal when a bone dragon was summoned by a strange magic circle during an entrance examination for our knights.
Lancelot: Then there were attacks made by odd monsters along our borders with Dalmore. We heard further rumors of an unknown cabal that might be responsible.
Lancelot: A former knight captain of Feendrache named Gunther worked with a person called Merlin behind the scenes against our homeland.
Lancelot: These incidents, combined with continued efforts of unknown origins which threaten all our countries, has led us to call today's gathering.
Lancelot: We hope to secure the cooperation of Wales and Dalmore and form a system to counteract the activities of the cabal working against us.
Aglovale: Your goal is understandable. I, too, recall the incident with former captain Gunther.
Aglovale: However, this is the first I've heard of Merlin being involved. To clarify, you are indeed referring to the magician of legends?
Lancelot: We don't have concrete proof that it is him.
Lancelot: However, before Gunther passed away, he informed us that Merlin was the one who gave him the tools to control dragons.
Aglovale: Hmm. The words of a dying man are not usually lies.
Vyrn: Pssst, Florence? Who's this Merlin guy? Everyone else seems pretty familiar with 'im.
Florence: From the stories my mother told, he was a magician of unparalleled skill who knew every type of magic.
Florence: He mastered everything from miracles to long-lost curses, and his fame was widespread.
Vyrn: Huh... For as famous as he sounds, it doesn't seem like anyone knows a lot about him.
Florence: It's rumored that he rarely, if ever, appeared in the public eye. He was completely engrossed in his magical studies.
Florence: He was also thought to have perished alongside the nation he hailed from decades ago.
Vyrn: Say what? You tellin' me he came back from the dead?
Florence: I'm not sure. Whatever the case may be, his name has been whispered far too often in recent times. He is involved somehow.
Lancelot: When former consul general Isabella and her retainer Gareth tried to destroy Feendrache from the inside...
Lancelot: We discovered that Gareth was sent by the House of Wales. After that, we were extremely wary of Wales.
Lancelot: (Captain), I'd like to ask you and your crew something. What do you think of Wales as it is currently?
Lyria: Huh? Um...
Lancelot: Be as frank as you like. Anything you want to say is fine.
Lyria: O-okay.
Lyria: The first time we visited with Percival, I thought it was a lively and pretty place. And now...
Vyrn: It feels like the people are super cared after, more than before. Definitely a nice country to call home in my books!
Lancelot: Thank you both for your input.
Aglovale: A nice country, is it? Heh, I definitely agree that the state of our nation has considerably improved.
Aglovale: But that should come as no surprise. I helmed the establishment of the policies to improve our state.
(Captain) summarizes that Wales is a good country overall.
Lancelot: As you have all said, I too feel that Wales has become an even greater country than before.
Lancelot: That is one of the reasons why we wish for an alliance.
Aglovale: You would offer this to the man who once threatened to destroy Feendrache?
King Carl: It's true that Feendrache and Wales has had its history.
King Carl: But the past is the past. We avoided the worst outcome, and you have changed your ways. There is no bad blood between us now.
King Carl: We would ask that you use your strength and wisdom to tie our nations together and protect both of our people.
Aglovale: Heh. I suppose a king like you will need an ally like myself to protect you from your own kindness.
Vyrn: Hehe, he's got a rough way with words, but I'm glad to see he's willin' to play nice!
Lyria: Deep down inside, Aglovale is a kind person too! I just know he can be good partners with Lancelot and the others.
Lancelot: This concludes the summary of the events leading up to this meeting.
Lancelot: Next we shall begin the discussions.
With a polite bow, Lancelot returns to King Carl's side.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 3: Union Conference - Episode 2
Aglovale confronts Archduke Hyland about the alliance between Wales and Dalmore which Dalmore broke on its own terms. He demands a reason he should reestablish an alliance with the country that already betrayed Wales' trust once before. Silently deducing that Gawain might hold the answers he is searching for, Aglovale turns his questioning to him.
Aglovale: Feendrache has said its piece.
Aglovale: As mentioned earlier, I made a mistake that nearly cost both my homeland and our neighboring countries dearly.
Aglovale: Through my brother Percival and his connections with all of you...
Aglovale: The knights of Feendrache saved me from descending down a dark path.
Aglovale: I owe Feendrache a great debt because of it. And I know better than most how strong your knights truly are.
Aglovale: Which is why I intend to agree to an alliance.
King Carl: That is a relief to hear. I—
Aglovale: However, reestablishing an alliance with Dalmore is another matter entirely.
Aglovale turns his cold gaze to Archduke Hyland.
Archduke Hyland: ...!
Aglovale: Archduke, do you not have something you'd like to say to me?
Archduke Hyland: Well, I... Breaking the alliance was... The circumstances were...
King Carl: Please don't place the blame on Dalmore. We pleaded with them to cut their ties to you, out of self-preservation.
King Carl: You are understandably upset at the betrayal. And for that, I apologize.
Aglovale: So in the end, it is you who would ask for forgiveness.
Archduke Hyland: No, I, too... I am truly sorry. I should have said as much long ago, Sir Aglovale.
With an unnatural stiffness, Archduke Hyland forces himself to lower his head.
Tor: Aglovale, I understand how you must be feeling, but many eyes are watching.
Aglovale: I know. I'm merely testing him.
Aglovale: The alliance will fail if Dalmore is easily swayed by other countries.
Rising from his seat, Aglovale commands the attention of the room.
Aglovale: An alliance, as you know, is cooperation—utilizing one another's strengths and sharing our lots.
Aglovale: Feendrache possesses military might beyond what Wales is currently capable of. This is a strength we can utilize.
Aglovale: But what of Dalmore? Their military can't even protect a tiny tract of land that already benefits from natural defenses. They are, in a word, useless.
Aglovale: In our history of cooperation, Dalmore contributed nothing while Wales protected it. What advantage is there for us to reestablish an alliance?
Archduke Hyland: Th-that's...
Pete: (Conceited bastard! He thinks he can say whatever he likes.)
Pete: When Wales invaded us last, you were aiming for our leylines, weren't you?
Pete: Then we shall grant you free reign over those leylines if you should choose to ally with us. I'm sure His Highness finds this acceptable.
Archduke Hyland: Ah, um, yes! You could use them for study or whatever else you wish.
Aglovale: I'm afraid our use for leylines is a thing of the past.
Aglovale: My father only wanted them to activate the Otherworld Key.
Aglovale: We've already learned what would come of that endeavor. All our research on the Otherworld has since been disposed of.
Pete: What?
Archduke Hyland: Ah...
Aglovale: (A single objection is enough to render him speechless. This fool hasn't changed whatsoever.)
Aglovale: (It's no wonder he so easily betrayed our alliance. He blindly follows the lead of others, as if he has no opinion of his own.)
Aglovale: (Still, a useless leader can serve a purpose if his retainers show merit.)
Aglovale's gaze shifts toward Pete.
Pete: (Is he looking down on me?)
Pete: (I'll show him. He won't know what's coming.)
Aglovale: (No. This one is utterly worthless. However...)
Gawain: ...?
Aglovale: (This one chose an interesting time to return home. Perhaps he has potential.)
With Aglovale's attention focused on Gawain, the conference continues.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 3: Union Conference - Episode 3
As Aglovale continues his harsh questioning, Florence quietly explains to the crew that Aglovale's younger brother Lamorak once came to Dalmore to study and serve. The tension in the conference room grows as Gawain, sensing Aglovale's intent, confronts Aglovale on the invasion force Wales sent into Dalmore long ago. With fists clenched in anger, Gawain recalls the day he stood alone against the invasion.
While Aglovale questions various aspects of Dalmore, the rest of the room watches with bated breath.
Lyria: ...
Florence: Lyria, is something wrong?
Lyria: Aglovale's acting kind of scary today. He's not yelling, but it almost feels like he's trying to pick a fight.
Florence: His brother Percival is a close friend of the crew, is he not? And your crew has no direct association with any nation here.
Florence: Aglovale himself is also a friend of yours.
Florence: However, right now he is acting as the head of his homeland. Any decision made here could have serious consequences for the lives of his people.
Florence: It is not unreasonable to be cautious when considering an alliance.
Lyria: That's a good point. I can't imagine how tough it must be to rule a country.
Vyrn: Y'know, that was a surprisingly good analysis of him.
Florence: He is a well-known figure even in Dalmore.
Florence: When Lamorak came to Dalmore to study magic, he told me a lot about Aglovale.
Vyrn: Lamorak... That's Sir Burnsalot's other brother, ain't it?
Lyria: Percival did mention that the House of Wales has a tradition of sending their children to other countries to serve.
Florence: Yes. That is how Lamorak came to be in Dalmore.
Vyrn: Never expected to hear his name in this situation.
With a kind smile, Florence returns her attention to the unfolding discussion.
Florence: (Aglovale is observing Gawain quite closely.)
Florence: (Good luck, Gawain. Our hopes for an alliance rests on your shoulders.)
Gawain: Did you need something from me?
Aglovale: The hero of Dalmore, was it? The one who single-handedly drove off our army once in the past, or so I've heard.
Gawain: I would prefer that you didn't call me that.
Aglovale: Very well. Gawain then.
Aglovale: What would you offer Wales if we were to come together?
Gawain: There's no point in asking me.
Aglovale: Oh? Why is that?
Gawain: I can tell you're just testing us. All this talk of what we can offer is just posturing.
Gawain: Because if you really wanted to know that, you'd ask the person who has the answers.
Gawain looks pointedly over his shoulder at Florence.
Florence: (Indeed. With Gawain having been away on his own journey, I would be the one to consult on those matters.)
Aglovale: Figured me out so quickly, have you?
Gawain: Hah. As if you were trying to hide your intentions in the first place.
Gawain: With how you demanded an apology for breaking our alliance, I'd have thought you would offer your own. Or do you feel no remorse for when Wales invaded our land to begin with, before any treaty was signed?
Gawain: No matter how strong our defenses were, repelling your army took everything we had.
Gawain: The force you used was enough to wipe out a nation! Surely we deserve at least a single word of apology.
Pete: (Is he trying to start a war?)
Archduke Hyland: S-stop this at once, Gawain! Now is not the time for—
Aglovale: It's all right. Let him continue.
The room goes deadly silent.
Gawain: I... I have never been able to forget.
Gawain: The complete lack of support at my back.
Gawain: The sound of hundreds of footsteps approaching me from the front.
Gawain: And I...
Gawain: I was the only thing standing between my country and your damned legion!
Aglovale: ...
His fists shaking with rage, Gawain recounts the memories of that day.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 3: Union Conference - Episode 4
The Wales army invades Dalmore for its leylines, causing panic and confusion among the Dalmore knights. In the midst of the chaos, Pete provokes Gawain, his subordinate at the time, to head alone to the frontlines against the approaching invaders, with a promise to send reinforcements later. Gawain sets off by himself, while Florence and Pete work to organize the Dalmore troops and prepare a counterattack.
Dalmore Knight 1: E-e-enemies sighted! An army from Wales is headed this way!
Dalmore Knight 1: They must have two hundred... Three hundred... No, even more! It's impossible to count how many troops they have!
Five years ago.
A single knight rushes into a guard station with alarming news.
Dalmore Knight 2: D-did you say Wales? What do you think they're after? The leylines?
Dalmore Knight 1: Don't ask me! I'm just reporting what the guys stationed at the watchtower saw!
Florence: I could hear you shouting from outside. What seems to be the issue?
Dalmore Knight 1: Head Sorceress! Wales is marching into our land with a massive army.
Florence: An attack? But why? We were supposed to meet later this week to settle an agreement over the leylines.
Pete: Perhaps His Highness lost his nerve and made a mess of things.
Pete: Now Wales intends to teach us a hard lesson using militaristic force.
Florence: I cannot deny the possibility.
Florence: (The alliance that our mother and father so desperately wished for could have been realized if things had gone accordingly...)
Florence: (Still, this is strange. Did the archduke do something to anger them?)
Dalmore Knight 2: This is the worst time for a surprise attack too.
Dalmore Knight 2: With our main army dispatched to take care of monsters in the countryside...
Florence: (Though being a small country makes us easier to defend, it also means we have less population to field an adequate army.)
Florence: (I'll have no choice but to use that. But if they break through before I can fully prepare it...)
Gawain: Florence? What are you doing here? This is a station for knights, not sorcerers.
Pete: (If it isn't Gawain. Taken out of the monster hunting force for causing trouble with other knights.)
Pete: (Hehehe! What a perfect opportunity.)
Florence: Gawain, it seems—
Pete: Gawain, my loyal knight! You've come at a good time!
Gawain: What do you want?
Pete: Ahem.
Pete: Everyone, it's too soon to throw in the towel!
The troops panicking nearby pause upon hearing Pete's loud exclamation.
Dalmore Knight 2: Commander Pete, what...
Pete: Recall the saviors of Dalmore in their greatest fight!
Pete: How Commander Lot and Head Sorceress Morgause used the land to protect us...
Pete: And repelled countless foes!
Dalmore Knight 2: Watching that battle was the whole reason I became a knight.
Dalmore Knight 1: But that trick was their specialty.
Dalmore Knight 1: Now that neither of them are here anymore, how are we supposed to win?
Pete: A path to victory still exists! A new generation of saviors is here before us!
Spinning around, Pete claps Florence and Gawain on their shoulders.
Florence: Huh?
Pete: Why, we have the blood of our previous saviors right here.
Pete: Both of them in one place, when our country needs them most.
Pete: As you can see, we still have a chance!
Dalmore Knight 1: Yeah... Yeah! We've got nothing to be scared of if we have new saviors!
Dalmore Knight 2: A new generation of heroes! Lieutenant Commander Gawain! Head Sorceress Florence!
Every knight in the station cheers after Pete's rousing speech.
Florence: (I didn't think they would take him at his word so easily, but at least our morale has been raised.)
Gawain: Pete, what are you playing at? How do you expect us to become—
Pete: Heh.
Pete draws close to Gawain and chuckles into his ear.
Pete: Gawain, what you said to me before...
Pete: What was it? "You aren't cut out to be commander. I'm a thousand times more fit than you."
Gawain: ...!
Pete: So prove it. Save us from this hopeless situation and become a hero if you think you can!
Reigning in his demented glee, Pete pulls away and pats Gawain on the shoulder.
Pete: So if we are in agreement, let's have you stand at the front line.
Pete: Head across the bridge and scout ahead. I'll send reinforcements after.
Gawain: All right. Fine.
Trusty weapon in hand, Gawain moves to leave the station.
Florence: Gawain, where are you going?
Pete: He's going to prepare for the execution of our strategy.
Pete: But enough about him. You should focus on activating Tumulus. With that at our disposal, we'll have a chance against Wales, won't we?
Florence: Tumulus... The spell that my father and mother used to perform a miracle.
Pete: Indeed. I shall buy you time, so make haste.
Florence: All right. But you also need to be ready to strike our enemies down once they are immobilized.
Pete: You don't need to tell me. I know. Now go.
Florence: I am counting on you to have our counterattack ready.
Florence: (With his little speech earlier, whatever he just chatted with Gawain about couldn't have been good.)
Her own task ahead, Florence takes off to rendezvous with her sorcerers.
Dalmore Knight 2: Commander! Please send me to join Lieutenant Commander Gawain!
Dalmore Knight 2: It would be an honor to serve the one who will save us!
Pete: No, you're coming with me. We need all hands on deck for the counterattack.
Dalmore Knight 2: What? But who shall go support the lieutenant commander then?
Pete: He'll be fine. Don't you worry about him. Trust me.
Dalmore Knight 2: I-if you're sure.
Pete: (I hope you're prepared to suffer for mocking me, Gawain.)
Pete: (Besides, our nation only needs one hero.)
Gawain: ...
Alone before the bridge leading into the capital, Gawain stands imposingly.
The ground shakes beneath his feet from the march of the approaching army.
Ahead, dust clouds obscures a force far greater than originally reported by the watchtower.
Wales Soldier 1: What is that?
Wales Soldier 1: Enemy soldier sighted! Only... exactly one soldier!
Wales Commander: A single person? That's a poor welcoming party.
Wales Commander: Front guard, advance! Take that soldier out! The rest of you, watch out for an ambush!
Wales Soldiers: Yes, sir!
The front guard charges and fires without mercy at the lone knight.
Gawain: Raaaaah!
Against the onslaught of arrows and magic projectiles, Gawain proves his prowess by deflecting them all with a single stroke.
Wales Soldier 2: H-how did he do that? That guy's not normal!
Wales Commander: I think I've heard of him... A single worthy knight among the heaps of trash in the Dalmore army.
Wales Commander: To think he actually existed. But it's no matter. Once we defeat him, no one will be left to oppose us!
Gawain: Oh? Think you can beat me? You'll have to try harder than that.
Wales Commander: Tch! Deflect one attack and think you're invincible, huh?
Wales Commander: All units, attack! Defeat this man and Dalmore will be ours!
Wales Commander: For the honor of Gahmuret! Glory to Wales!
Wales Soldiers: Glory to Wales!
Gawain: (Where is that bastard Pete? Reinforcements shouldn't take this long to prepare!)
Gawain: (Whatever, I'll just take care of this mess myself!)
Gawain, filled with resolve, positions himself for the coming battle.
Gawain: Come on! I'll make you pay!
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 3: Union Conference - Episode 4: Scene 2
Contrary to Pete's expectations, Gawain alone is able to keep the Wales army from progressing beyond a crucial bridge leading further into the country. Finally, Florence finishes the preparations for the magical defense system and gives Gawain the signal to retreat. Together the siblings activate the spell and wash the invading army away in an avalanche of debris.
Gawain: Hraaaaaaaaah!
Wales Commander: Unbelievable... Is this a man or a monster?
The enemy commander stands stunned as he takes in a sight which defies all logic and explanation.
Gawain—a lone knight, blowing through the army like an unstoppable gale. None of the hundreds of soldiers are able to stand against him.
One soldier goes flying into the distance. Another is pounded into the ground. And a third is sent tumbling down a cliff.
As the Wales army falls steadily to Gawain, so too does their morale.
Pete: (Madness... Absolute madness! How can he stand alone against the entirety of the Wales army?)
Pete: (He was supposed to become a martyr, not a miracle maker!)
Pete: (I'm the one who should be hailed as our savior!)
Florence: Commander Pete, the preparations for the magic circles are complete. Are your knights ready?
Pete: Damn him! Huh? Ah, yes, we shall head out straight away!
Florence: Straight away, is it? Understood.
Florence: (So he sent Gawain alone on purpose. I won't let him get away with his scheme.)
Gawain: (Hmph. I was an idiot for thinking he'd send support. They would've just dragged me down anyway.)
Florence: (Gawain, can you hear me? I'm afraid there are no reinforcements coming your way.)
Gawain: (Using telepathy, huh? I already know Pete's not sending help. But do you have your magic ready?)
Florence: (Tumulus can be used any moment now, but without the knights to counterattack, we shall need another spell.)
Gawain: (Another spell? You telling me you have something in mind?)
Florence: (The improved version of Tumulus that we tested before.)
Gawain: (You can't be serious. It's too soon to—)
Florence: (We don't have time to debate this, Gawain.)
Gawain: (Fine. All right, Florence. I'm throwing all my eggs into your basket then.)
Florence: (You've done well to hold out for this long. Defending us to the last, just like Father once did.)
Gawain: (Enough. Just get the spell ready.)
Florence: (Now, Gawain!)
Gawain: (Okay!)
The second Florence gives the signal, Gawain spins on his heels and dashes across the bridge in retreat.
Wales Commander: He's running away? Is this a trap? Whatever it is...
Wales Commander: All units, after him! Focus on crossing the bridge! Go, go!
Florence: (I, Florence, call upon the earth. Tremble and awaken.)
Gawain: (I, Gawain, call upon the olden oath. Be honored and fulfilled.)
Florence & Gawain: (Heed our voices. Rise from your shackles. Purify the forces that would trespass into our land!)
Florence & Gawain: Tantalus!
Wales Commander: Wh-what's happening?
Florence and Gawain's incantation summons countless magic circles around the Wales army.
The ground begins to shake, the air hums with energy, and great fissures form beneath their feet.
Wales Commander: What is this? Waaaah!
Dirt and rocks erupt from the land, washing the soldiers away in an avalanche of debris.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 4: Alliance Prerequisites - Episode 1
The memories of the invasion fill Gawain with indignation, but he bows his head to Aglovale nonetheless, valuing the formation of the alliance above all else. Aglovale concedes that he might consider a union, so long as Gawain seeks out more information about the mysterious cabal that poses a threat to every country. Gawain agrees, and the conference ends. Meanwhile, Pete stews bitterly at all the attention focused on Gawain.
Gawain: ...
Gawain is not about to forget what transpired in the past. He stares daggers at Aglovale.
Florence: (Your heroics in that battle—the Second Miracle of Dalmore—earned you the commander's post in place of Pete.)
Florence: (But accolades and fame were of little consequence.)
Florence: (All you wanted was to protect your homeland. Isn't that right, Gawain?)
Florence keeps her thoughts to herself as she watches her younger brother confront Aglovale.
Aglovale: I realize this will come off as a convenient excuse. However, I was away from Wales at the time, and I had only heard whispers of said invasion.
Aglovale: Furthermore there is one aspect about that conflict that I find incomprehensible.
Aglovale: If gaining access to the leylines was our only objective, establishing good relations with Dalmore would have been the appropriate policy, not crossing swords.
Aglovale: For my father to have not understood this, I find that hard to believe. Which leads me to think something happened between him and your administration.
Aglovale, almost accusingly, looks in the direction of Archduke Hyland and Pete.
Pete: (Wh-why is he looking at me? I only brought up the point that there'd be problems if Wales took advantage of us...)
Aglovale: Whatever that friction was, the fact remains that the army of Wales did engage in a one-sided affair. I offer an apology for their misconduct.
Aglovale: But that is a separate matter unrelated to Dalmore breaking their alliance with Wales.
Gawain: I aim to protect Dalmore. I wish to make this alliance a reality so that our homeland will never be exposed to such a danger again.
Gawain: If His Highness's apology will not suffice, then I shall offer my own.
Gawain: Like so.
Tor: ...!
A collective gasp escapes the mouths of the delegates upon seeing Gawain's solemn bow of contrition.
Tor: (So the rumors of him reforming his arrogant, tyrannical ways were true after all...)
Aglovale: I acknowledge your resolve. Thus to make this alliance work, I propose a number of conditions that must be met.
Aglovale: First, I request that Gawain and Gawain alone lend his might to our army in Wales's time of need.
Aglovale: In return, the Wales army shall be dispatched to Dalmore in the case of its distress. A fair trade, is it not, Archduke?
Archduke Hyland: Ah, indeed it is! I couldn't have asked for better terms!
Aglovale: Now to my next condition. Before signing the alliance, I ask that Gawain complete one request for me.
Gawain: What sort of request?
Aglovale: As Lancelot has previously mentioned, an unknown cabal has been showing signs of unusual conduct recently.
Aglovale: Many rumors originate from Dalmore. There is only so much Wales can investigate.
Gawain: And now you come to me to further the investigation? Why me?
Aglovale: Because of your notoriety. The people of Wales know of your past battle and grow tense upon hearing your name.
Aglovale: One must earn redemption to clear one's name. Devote yourself to Wales, and show our people the conviction in your heart.
Silence follows Aglovale's stern speech, for the delegates are too taken aback to speak.
Lyria: Aglovale is definitely not his usual self today...
Vyrn: To be fair he's only heard stories about Gawain's self-improvement. I get that Aglovale wants to judge his change for himself.
Tor: Ahem... May I interject?
Tor raises his hand, perhaps seeing a chance to soften the tension.
Tor: This request was actually my idea. And while I did factor in Gawain's reputation, that is only one part to the request.
Tor: The truth of the matter is we have exhausted all avenues of information pertaining to this mysterious group.
Tor: If this cabal in the midst of our three nations is not affiliated with any of us...
Tor: Then I believe we likely share a common enemy, one that we would all benefit from learning more about.
Aglovale: Yes, thank you, I am aware of the underlying reason for the request.
Vyrn: What the heck? If you wanna talk trust, you shoulda just said the request was for the good of everybody from the beginning.
Florence: ...
Florence: (Your Highness, perhaps it would be prudent to ask Gawain for his thoughts on these proceedings.)
Archduke Hyland: (Ah, yes, yes. You are right.)
Archduke Hyland: Gawain. What is your opinion on the statements put forth by Wales?
Gawain: This is a situation in which my true feelings have no bearing on the discussion. If fulfilling his request secures his trust, I shall oblige.
Aglovale: Then we are in agreement.
Aglovale returns to his seat, as if to signify the end of the current round of talks.
Lancelot: Since trust forms the basis of this three-way alliance, there is another matter we should probably discuss.
Lancelot: Your Majesty. At this time, would it be wise to revisit the matter we were discussing?
King Carl: Right you are, my boy. It's been weighing on my mind as well.
With the king's approval, Lancelot proceeds to carefully question Aglovale.
Lancelot: Percival explained to me that the research lab associated with the Otherworld, the one built beneath Wales Castle, has been shuttered.
Lancelot: I believe that is a fair point to bring up if we are to discuss the trustworthiness of Wales.
Lancelot: I just want to be sure on a few things. I assume you have nothing to hide from us?
Aglovale: I'm not sure I follow... What is it you wish to ask?
Lancelot: Let me be blunt. Tell me about the source of the Otherworldly power in your possession.
Aglovale: ...
Lancelot: Isabella once used magic to summon an Otherworldly being that threatened Feendrache.
Lancelot: Her cohort was an individual named Gareth, who was affiliated with Wales.
Lancelot: And it wasn't long ago that Wales was incubating the Otherworld Key for research purposes.
Aglovale: In other words, you suspect the magic used by Isabella and Gareth was provided by Wales?
Lancelot: Yes. How else could they summon Otherworldly beings at a moment's notice?
Aglovale: Hm... When you put it that way, the pieces do seem to fit your theory.
Aglovale: However, the one who started that research was my father and former head of the House of Wales, Gahmuret.
Lancelot: Then no one within the House of Wales before your father was involved in Otherworld research?
Aglovale: Correct. As far as I know, it was the work of my father alone.
Lancelot: Then where did your father learn about the existence of the Otherworld?
Aglovale: I regret to say I lack those details. One day out of the blue, a book about the Otherworld came into my father's possession.
Aglovale: At the time it never crossed my mind to question where he obtained such forbidden literature.
Aglovale: This is only conjecture, but now that I look back upon it, I wager someone planted the idea in his head, in the same vein Gunther was able to control dragons.
Lancelot: I see. Thank you for sharing these important details.
Aglovale: Think nothing of it. Further truths ought come to light should the alliance be formalized.
Lancelot bows and withdraws.
King Carl: Hm... Then our course is set.
King Carl: Gawain is to gather information on the cabal, and based on his findings, we shall reassess the fate of the alliance. Are there any objections?
Aglovale: No.
Archduke Hyland: I have nothing to add.
King Carl: Very well. I hereby call this union conference to dismissal.
No sooner has King Carl spoken than a palpable weight lifts from the shoulders of everyone in the throne room.
Gawain: ...
Archduke Hyland: You were a true statesman, Gawain. I cannot overstate the impact of your performance at this conference.
Gawain: So long as I was of service, that is enough.
Florence: Come, Your Highness. Shall we depart?
Florence escorts Archduke Hyland out of the throne room.
Gawain: Let's return too, (Captain).
Vyrn: Yeah! It's exhausting keepin' up with all this political stuff.
Lyria: We didn't even have to do anything, and it was already nerve-racking.
(Captain) and company are the next to follow Archduke Hyland out the room.
Pete: (Damn it... Gawain still gets to play hero...)
Pete: (Why does everyone take me for a fool! Patience be damned! I'll show them all!)
Left behind by the other delegates, Pete and his little temper tantrum go unnoticed.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 4: Alliance Prerequisites - Episode 2
The crew returns to Dalmore and prepares to set out in search of clues on the cabal. Tor joins them on their investigation, sent by Aglovale to observe and aid, while Pete leaves on urgent business. As the group travels to the stakeout spot, a frantic Lusor approaches and asks for their help in saving a kidnapped innkeeper.
(Captain) and the others arrive back in Dalmore after the conference.
Without wasting any time, the crew gears up to investigate the shadow group, intent on fulfilling Aglovale's request.
Florence: And you're sure you don't need me to come along?
Gawain: It's a simple investigation. What are you so worried about?
Gawain: Moreover, you're Dalmore's head sorceress. Don't let your self-interests cause trouble for the duchy.
Florence: Be that as it may—
Gawain: It's going to be fine. The situation isn't like it was in the past. Especially since (Captain)'s crew is coming with me.
Vyrn: Hehe. Gawain would never let anything bad happen to his beloved big sis.
Lyria: So he wants you to stay here where it's safe and wait for us.
Gawain: Don't put words in my mouth.
Florence: Haha... You're so easy to read, Gawain. I could sense your concern for me from the very beginning.
Gawain: And you never change!
Florence: That shows you how worried I am. The group you're investigating hasn't made a splash yet, and we have no idea what their motives are.
???: Fear not, for no one can match Gawain, whose strength equals that of a thousand men.
Tor: As he mentioned, (Captain) will also be coming. I agree with Gawain's assessment that my lady should remain here to fortify the nation's defenses.
Gawain: Why are you in Dalmore?
Vyrn: Wait, did nobody tell Gawain?
Florence: Aglovale is providing us with Tor as an extra body to help with the investigation.
Tor: By the honor of Wales, I vow all my support in your service.
Gawain: Hmph. A polite way to say "I'm watching you." See that you don't slow me down.
Florence: Everyone... He's a handful, but please take care of my brother.
Gawain: Where's Pete? He's supposed to be part of the investigation team, last I heard.
Lyria: Oh, actually he stopped by earlier with a message.
Pete: You're friends of Gawain, aren't you? Some urgent business has come up that prevents me from joining today's investigation.
Pete: Pass that along to him, would you? Now good day.
Lyria: And then he left.
Gawain: Fine. Leave him. It looks like we're ready, so let's depart.
Florence: Be careful, everyone. Have a safe trip!
Gawain: See you later.
All known information about the cabal is a patchwork of clues at best. Rumors of their base being nearby sound highly unreliable.
In the meantime the team plans to stake out a suspected hot spot frequented by said conspirators. They start walking.
???: Hey! You guys!
Vyrn: Is that who I think it is?
Lusor: Glad I caught ya! I've been looking all over for you!
Gawain: Lusor! What are you doing here?
Gawain: The monsters are absolutely vicious around these parts, yet you came without an escort. Are you trying to get yourself killed?
Lusor: Oh my, do I detect a hint of concern? Aha, that's so kind of you, Gawain.
Gawain: Hmph. So you risked your life to make a shoddy joke at my expense?
Lusor: No, that's not why I'm here! Listen! There's a problem!
Lyria: What happened?
Lusor: Some weirdos came to the inn and took the innkeeper!
Lusor: You've got to help her!
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 4: Alliance Prerequisites - Episode 3
Lusor explains that while he and the innkeeper were in the forest, they accidentally stumbled upon people from a mysterious cabal. Lusor managed to escape, but the innkeeper was captured. Without explaining how he knew it was the cabal, Lusor urgently ushers the group in the direction of the cabal's lair. Only Tor regards Lusor with suspicion, sensing that his arrival is a little too convenient for comfort.
Gawain: Hey, slow down and speak carefully. What do you mean she was taken?
Lusor: Yesterday the innkeeper and I—
Tor: Forgive me for interrupting, but who is this person?
Gawain: This is a Lusor, a traveler. He's just a client who came to us about a missing cat.
Lusor: Just a client? How can you be so cold? You cried your eyes out because no one would listen. I was nice enough to give you a job.
Gawain: And this is why I find him irritating.
Lusor: What about you, stranger? How do you know Gawain? Oh! A member of (Captain)'s crew perhaps?
Tor: Apologies for not introducing myself sooner. I am Tor.
Tor: I am not a member of the crew. I dare say I'm also another of Gawain's clients.
Lusor: Oho... Gawain is always checking out the want ads, isn't he?
Vyrn: Uh, so, Lusor... What about the innkeeper?
Lusor: Ah! That's right! Here's what happened.
Lusor: Last night the innkeeper and I were in the forest picking wild strawberries.
Lusor: Suddenly it started pouring, and we happened to spot a cave we could seek shelter in.
Lusor: As we went deeper inside, there was a hidden tunnel that led us to a suspicious hideout!
Lusor: I didn't realize we'd stumbled across a cabal facility until later. I managed to flee, but the innkeeper got caught.
Gawain: Did you say cabal?
Lusor: Yep! I'm positive it's a base used by that mysterious group some people are whispering about!
Lyria: Ooh... Things are getting worse...
Gawain: Hold on. What makes you so sure that was a cabal installation?
Lusor: Huh? Hm... I don't know actually! Um... Intuition?
Vyrn: Intuition, he says!
Lusor: Maybe it was the weird creature growing inside a huge water tank that tipped me off...
Lusor: Anyway, I really wanted to save the innkeeper, but I had no one else to turn to.
Gawain: Why didn't you summon the knights?
Lusor: As I was leaving, they said they'd kill her if the knights found out about their base.
Vyrn: So she's being held hostage to keep their secret.
Lusor: On the other hand, (Captain) is a skyfarer, and Gawain isn't officially a knight anymore, now is he?
Lusor: Technically I haven't ratted them out to the knights, so...
Vyrn: All right! We'll take care of the rest!
Vyrn: We're already investigating the cabal anyway. Thanks for the tip!
Lusor: Whoa, really? What a perfect coincidence!
Lusor: I know the way back to the cave! Come on, follow me!
Lyria: W-wait!
Lusor takes off running, beckoning the crew to follow, which they do.
Tor: ...
Gawain: Something wrong?
Tor: The timing of this is a little too convenient, don't you think?
Gawain: You mean the kidnapping?
Tor: Yes. No one has ever seen the cabal's base, and yet here we are...
Gawain: They're a secret organization. I wouldn't bat an eye at a kidnapping.
Tor: That is true...
Gawain: I need any information I can find on them to close the deal on the alliance. Stay here if you have reservations.
Tor: I think not. Aglovale commanded me to cooperate with the investigation.
Gawain: Then quit whining and bring up the rear.
Tor: ...
Tor: (I hope I'm overthinking this...)
Because the hesitant Tor lags behind the other pursuers, his frown goes unnoticed.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 4: Alliance Prerequisites - Episode 4
Lusor rushes into a cave ahead of the group, where he is kidnapped by a troop of armored undead. (Captain) and company chase after him, but end up trapped in a strange space by a barrier of light. From outside the prison, Lusor reappears, an unnerving smile on his face.
Lusor: I think it was around here somewhere...
Lusor guides them deeper into a forest.
The trees stop at the foot of a cliff that features a gaping black hole in its side.
Gawain: (I've been in this area before to clear out monsters, but was that cave always there?)
Tor: (If my memory serves me well, a leyline runs along here, which makes it the optimum spot to conduct magic research.)
Vyrn: The innkeeper's bein' kept somewhere in that cave?
Lusor: Yeah, I think—
A shriek of anguish exits the cave and cuts him off.
Lusor: That was the innkeeper!
Lusor's face turns ashen. He sprints toward the cave without another word.
Vyrn: H-hey! It's too dangerous to go in solo!
Lusor's Voice: Aaaah!
Lyria: Oh no! Lusor!
Vyrn: What're we standin' around for? Let's go after him, (Captain)!
Tor: No! If we don't account for contingencies—
Gawain: What use is there in dawdling? After them.
Tor: (This doesn't feel right...)
Monster: Grrr...
A monster in the brush stares at Tor, eyeing its potential prey.
Tor: (The leyline is sending the monsters around here into a frenzy.)
Tor: I guess I no longer have the luxury of choice...
Lusor: Let me go! Let go!
Vyrn: This is bad! The weirdos nabbed Lusor too!
(Captain) tries to save Lusor, but unknown soldiers stand ready to cross swords with the captain.
Gawain: Tch. Stay out of our way!
Gawain's poleaxe dislodges a soldier's helmet, and Gawain gasps when he peers into the face of his enemy.
Gawain: What are you?
Lyria: Eeeek! An undead!
Vyrn: You gotta be kiddin' me! Why are zombies wearin' armor!
Tor: The armor is probably camouflage to hide the vileness of what lies underneath. That much is obvious.
Tor: The real question is, why would anyone want to hide the fact that they are undead?
Vyrn: Who cares about why right now! Let's make 'em un-undead and save Lusor!
(Captain) and Gawain join forces to dispatch the armored dead.
Vyrn: That was the last one.
Lyria: Huh? Lusor's gone! Where did they take him?
The search for Lusor takes the team deeper into the cave.
Vyrn: Oh, man... It's a dead end.
Lyria: D-did he vanish somehow?
Gawain: There wouldn't be time for that. There might be a hidden passage...
Tor: I feel a breeze coming from over there.
Tor: Ah, here we are. There is an opening behind this crag.
Vyrn: Let's go, (Captain)!
Lyria: Ooh... That looks scary...
Gawain: I'll go first. You all follow behind.
Lyria: Thank you, Gawain.
Gawain ducks into the hole followed by the rest.
Tor: (Now I'm convinced this is a trap.)
The rescuers emerge into an open area.
Gawain: What is this?
Summoning circles are scrawled all over the walls. They suddenly begin to emit an ominous light.
The light forms a wide circle around the team, cutting off their retreat like a wall of flame.
Gawain: What in the...
Gawain pokes at the light barrier with his poleaxe.
Gawain: Ungh! It repelled me?
???: Wow, I didn't think you'd fall for my stunt this easily.
???: Thanks for being so gullible.
A familiar voice echoes throughout the space.
Lusor: ...
On the other side of the barrier, Lusor struts into view with a delighted smile.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 5: Cabal Conspiracy - Episode 1
Lusor reveals himself as a member of the cabal, having tricked the crew into following him into his lair where he had been manufacturing hybrid creatures using dragon materials. He explains that he intends to use the crew as materials for his experiments as well, prompting Gawain to angrily strike the barrier to no avail.
Lusor: ...
Lyria: Lusor! Thank goodness you got away from those armored things.
Lusor: Haha... Still so trusting, huh? You people are as honest as the rumors advertised. Well, guess that no longer makes it a rumor then.
Vyrn: What's gotten into you all of a sudden? You're acting all different. Did you bump your head?
Tor: No, these are your true colors.
Tor: I get it now. You controlled the undead using necromancy to complete the illusion of your abduction.
Lusor: Impressive. Necromancy is a minor branch of magic that's not well known.
Tor: (I happened to overhear that a former Feendrache official once used the same magic.)
Lyria: Then the innkeeper wasn't kidnapped? It was all a lie?
Lusor: Yep, though I do feel terrible for using her warm hospitality as part of my ruse.
Gawain: Come off it! What's your goal!
Lusor: My goal? Hey, speaking of goals, yours was to investigate the cabal, if I'm not mistaken.
Lusor: Okeydokey. I'll let you folks in on a secret so you can rest in peace: I'm part of them.
Lusor claps his hands. A section of the cave wall opens, revealing a room that looks like a research lab.
Enormous water tanks line the back of the room, each one containing a large floating specimen.
Lyria: What are those things inside the tanks?
Lusor: A new type of monster manufactured from various dragon material.
Tor: What do you mean by "manufactured"?
Lusor: Are you familiar with alchemy? A revered branch of magic that transmutes one substance into another via equivalent exchange.
Tor: So these monsters were created with alchemy?
Lusor: Yep. Er, well, compared to the genius of alchemy's founder, these flesh sacks are nothing more than cheap imitations.
Lusor: And that's not all the cabal's been creating with the forbidden arts of life manipulation.
Lusor: Dragons that obey people without question, monsters imbued with super strength, homunculi... The list keeps going.
Lusor: Of particular interest is what would happen if a dragon cell fused with the cell of another living organism. I think they even tested it on a skydweller.
Vyrn: Are you talking about Gunther?
Lyria: That's so awful... Why would anyone do such a thing?
Lusor: Revenge maybe? Imagine sending an army of completely loyal soldiers at your fated rival.
Lusor: Compared to brainwashing kidnapped victims, raising your own zealots means they're far less likely to betray their master.
Lusor: But I'll level with you. The experiments haven't gone very well at all, with one miraculous exception.
Lusor places his hand lovingly on a tank in which a creature slumbers.
Lusor: This one is a fusion hybrid of lesser dragons. A breakthrough, if I do say so myself, but I know we can do better.
Lusor: I've decided to use higher quality ingredients in order to produce more powerful soldiers.
Lusor: (Captain), the veteran skyfarer who flies with the girl in blue and little red dragon in tow. And now the hero of Dalmore...
Lusor: Plus an unexpected addition, but I can work with that.
Lusor: Now that the best ingredients are here in one place, all that's left is to develop the strongest military pieces ever made. And I know a certain someone will be happy too.
Tor: (A certain someone? Who is he talking about?)
Gawain: Take your monsters and shove it! I'll destroy all these experiments before you see to profit!
Gawain thrusts his poleaxe at the light barrier with all his might.
Gawain: Urgh! Damn it!
Lusor: It's pointless, Gawain.
Gawain: Shut up!
Gawain: Unh!
Lusor: Heh...
Lyria: Eeek!
Lusor spreads his arms and a blast of air sweeps across the room, carving out chunks of debris from the walls and floor.
Lusor: See? Despite the chaos outside the barrier, you're completely untouched.
Lusor: No weapon nor magic can get through, neither from the outside nor the inside.
Gawain: Bastard!
Lusor: I'm pretty powerful, huh? But I'm not much for warmongering, unlike you.
Lusor: So please stay in there quietly until you're weak enough for me to use in my experiments.
Lusor turns back to the tank and imbues its contents with his magical energy.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 5: Cabal Conspiracy - Episode 2
Disclosing his plans, Lusor tells the imprisoned group that he had worked with Pete in secrecy to alchemically create his hybrids. Pete had agreed in hopes that he would defend Dalmore against an attack by the hybrids and become a hero, but Lusor announces that he will instead destroy Dalmore entirely. Tor, however, points out that Lusor could have easily invaded while Dalmore was preoccupied with the conference, but Lusor only leaves them with a mysterious response.
Lusor: It's time to come out now.
Infused with Lusor's magic, the creature suspended in the tank stirs and lifts it head.
With a flourish of the Harvin's hand, the water and glass of the tank disappears, allowing the creature to stumble out.
???: Grrr...
Lyria: What are you doing?
Lusor: I know it's hard to believe, but I'm a busy fellow. While I wait for you all to grow weak, I have other important business to attend to.
Lusor: I'm taking these kids on a field trip. We're going to decimate Dalmore.
Lyria: No! Why!
Lusor: ...
Lusor walks over to the next tank to repeat the process, gloating all the while.
Lusor: Once upon a time there was a man who dreamed of becoming a hero. A savior.
Lusor: But there already was a hero of Dalmore, who happened to be his subordinate. The man soon grew jealous of him.
Lusor: The subordinate was promoted to commander, and the man tried everything to chase the young hero from Dalmore. He even resorted to manipulating his own archduke.
Lusor: The man succeeded in driving the hero away, and he reclaimed the commander title he so coveted.
Gawain: That's what happened between me and Pete. What point are you trying to make?
Lusor: I'll tell you if you'd let me finish. Now we arrive at the meat of the story.
Lusor: The knight commander didn't have long to celebrate before the subordinate returned unexpectedly from his journey.
Lusor: Not only that, but the younger man's hubris had disappeared, and he performed admirably at the union conference.
Lusor: Archduke and countrymen were starting to believe in the hero again, and the commander's jealousy wouldn't stand for it.
Lusor: Yet the commander no longer had the support of the archduke and citizenry, so he came up with a new scheme.
Lusor: Of all the people he could've turned to, he chose to collude with an organization that engages in unsavory research. The plan is to have his own country attacked so that he may step in as its savior.
Lusor: As for the cabal, they'll keep the hero of Dalmore locked up while loosing monsters upon his nation in his absence.
Lusor: Then the commander will mow down the approaching monster army like the previous hero, thus saving his duchy.
Lusor: The people will rejoice, hailing him as the new hero, and he'll live happily ever after. The End.
Gawain: Are you telling me Pete sold us out?
Lusor: Bingo. All your little plans to work together against us? Completely exposed.
Lusor: But you've got bigger problems at the moment. Y'see, I only told the version of the story with the best ending.
Lusor: In reality, what will happen to Pete when the horde gets a hold of him?
Lusor: The way I see it, even these rejects have enough rage to tear Dalmore's forces apart with ease.
Lyria: Oh no... Then Dalmore will be...
Tor: ...
Gawain: Hah! Alchemy is beyond me, but Dalmore will never fall to your forces!
Gawain: The impregnable defenses of Dalmore won't allow a single rat in.
Lusor: Normally that would be the case. But both Florence and Pete are needed to make Tumulus work.
Lusor: You know, the same Pete who's putting his own people in danger to chase glory? You're gonna trust that guy?
Gawain: ...!
Lusor: It's over. Dalmore is finished without its true hero riding in to save the day.
Lusor: The country's got a special place in my heart, but... Ah well. Too bad, so sad.
Lusor's sermon comes to an end as he releases the final tank.
Lusor: Anyhoo, I have an appointment with Pete. I'll catch you guys later.
Tor: Please, one more thing.
Tor finally breaks his silence, which causes Lusor to stop.
Lusor: What is it? I've got places to be.
Tor: You said Pete passed along information about the conference to you.
Tor: He should have also told you who would be in attendance.
Tor: If your goal was to destroy Dalmore, why didn't you invade during the conference?
Tor: You could have easily coordinated with Pete and destroyed the country without going to the effort of capturing Gawain.
Vyrn: Huh... That does sound like a better plan...
Lusor: Hehe...
Lusor: Well met, Tor. No wonder the leader of Wales favors you.
Lusor: One good question deserves another, especially for a big brain like yours.
Lusor: Am I a god of death or a savior? Sometimes I can't tell myself.
Tor: ...?
Lusor: I'll just leave it at that. Good luck, everyone.
And so with a casual wave, Lusor makes his exit.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 5: Cabal Conspiracy - Episode 3
Gawain smashes against the barrier again and again, but the barrier remains strong. He falls to his knees, helplessness taking hold as his country faces danger while he is unable to come to its aid. The crew quickly snap him out of it, and Gawain returns to his senses with a resolve stronger than ever before.
Tiamat: ...
Lyria: Oh, okay. Thanks for trying, Tiamat.
Vyrn: Shoot... Even a primal beast can't bust this barrier.
Lyria: There's a strange power inside the light that's blocking everyone's true power.
After Lusor leaves, the crew tries everything they can think of to crack the light barrier, but every attempt fails.
Gawain: Step aside. I'm going to break it.
Vyrn: But your attacks just bounce off of it.
Gawain: Quiet! Let me do as I please!
Lyria: Okay...
Gawain: ...
Gawain's poleaxe smashes into the light barrier with expectedly poor results.
He continues to hack away despite getting nowhere.
Gawain: Tch...
Gawain: (When did Dalmore become so corrupted? The archduke takes anyone's words at face value without proper vetting.)
Gawain: (How did Pete's tenure as knight commander render Dalmore this powerless?)
Gawain: (Dalmore's natural defenses keeps the riffraff out, but it also traps the rot that readily consumes her from within.)
The strikes with his poleaxe don't let up, but fatigue is setting in.
Gawain: (Florence... You were in Dalmore the whole time... How did you miss it?)
Gawain: (Were you too worried about me on my journey? Then why did I leave in the first place!)
Gawain: (Loathed by my countrymen. Shunned by my leader. Undone by my own foolish arrogance!)
Gawain: Tch...
Gawain: Aaaargh!
Gawain cries out in regret and swings his poleaxe with frightening power.
Vyrn: Stop, Gawain! The backlash'll—
Gawain: Waugh!
Lyria: Gawain!
The force reflected back at Gawain sends him reeling to the ground.
Gawain: My only purpose... was to protect my home.
Gawain: Yes, the archduke is incompetent. Yes, the army couldn't hurt a fly. The nation is small and uncultivated.
Gawain: But still, in my heart, it is my home.
Gawain: Oh, how I wished to protect it! My parents staked their lives in the service of our country!
Gawain: How Florence loved Dalmore's natural bounty! But I failed! I failed! I—
Choose: Get a hold of yourself!
Gawain: (Captain)!
Vyrn: Darn tootin'! What happened to the tough Gawain we know?
Vyrn: Whoever you are, you ain't him! And we need him back...
Gawain: (These kids... I can see the anxiety in their faces. And yet they still look to me for guidance?)
Choose: There's still time!
Gawain: Is there really?
Lyria: Yes! Dalmore is still standing, and so are we!
Lyria: So it's too early to give up now!
Gawain: (These kids... I can see the anxiety in their faces. Why are they encouraging me? Do they still have faith in me?)
Continue 1Lyria: We want to save Dalmore too!
Lyria: So let us help you! Your treasure is our treasure!
Gawain: ...
Gawain: (This is what compassion feels like. I'm not alone anymore.)
Gawain: (I thought Florence's test had taught me a lesson, but in essence my eyes were still closed.)
Gawain's expression tightens, and he rises to his feet.
Gawain: Hmph. Could I be any more pathetic?
Gawain: Nevertheless I refuse to give ground! I will protect my homeland and the crew! You have my word!
Gawain: Now wipe off those looks of dismay. I can get more done knowing you're all behind me.
Vyrn: Hehe, the big man's back! Gotta say, this attitude fits way better!
(Captain) and company share smiles, relieved to see the return of Gawain's familiar fiery temperament.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 5: Cabal Conspiracy - Episode 4
Having spent the past few moments in contemplative silence, Tor finally speaks up with the observation that Lusor's words have been inconsistent with his actions. He deduces that Lusor must have been hinting at something, and together the group finds a weak point in the barrier. One powerful smash in the weak point by Gawain's weapon is enough to shatter the barrier, finally freeing the group from their prison.
Vyrn: For real though, how do we get outta here?
Regardless of how determined the team feels, the barrier stands as an ever-present obstacle.
Tor: ...
Gawain: Hey. You haven't said a word since. What are you thinking about?
Tor: I'm sorry. I have been thoroughly poring over what Lusor said.
Tor: There are many red flags that stick out to me in regards to the coherence of his actions.
Vyrn: Like that thing about not attacking Dalmore during the conference?
Tor: That is one thing, yes. But what I'm curious about is the endgame to our predicament.
Tor looks at his audience, then carefully explains his thought process.
Tor: We are currently trapped in Lusor's lair.
Tor: He went to great lengths to show off his ability to control the undead.
Tor: He could have just as easily eliminated any unwanted attention with that level of magic.
Tor: But instead he chose to hold us captive. For what purpose?
Lyria: He said he wanted to weaken us so that we'd become materials in his experiments, right?
Gawain: That does seem odd. Judging from the strength of this barrier and the tempest conjured, he's obviously a formidable sorcerer.
Gawain: Had he used binding magic similar to that which Florence uses, he wouldn't have to wait for us to tire out.
Vyrn: Then what's this all about?
Tor: I do not have any proof, but it almost seemed like he wanted to tell us something...
Lyria: He did?
Tor: You may find what I am about to say next disagreeable.
Tor: He has proven his intellect, and I cannot imagine he would risk revealing sensitive information for the sake of mocking us.
Tor: He revealed every bit of the cabal's attack plan for Dalmore without hesitation. Does that not raise alarm bells?
Gawain: If not to mock us, then he takes pleasure in our despair, knowing we are powerless to react.
Tor: Such a possibility is one I can't refute. However...
Lusor: Well met, Tor. No wonder the leader of Wales favors you.
Lusor: One good question deserves another, especially for a big brain like yours.
Lusor: Am I a god of death or a savior? Sometimes I can't tell myself.
Tor: (The certain someone he mentioned... It must be...)
Vyrn: Whatever he was tryin' to tell us isn't gonna matter if we can't get outta here.
Vyrn: Not even Gawain or Lyria can take down this barrier.
Tor: Why are you only attacking it at a single point?
Gawain: A concentrated point of attack is standard procedure for breaking something like a barrier or wall. Hacking at random serves no purpose.
Tor: Are you saying the barrier has the same strength throughout?
Gawain: ...!
Tor: Pardon me. I am not well versed in the realm of magic. I was speaking from a layman's point of view.
Vyrn: No, wait! We hadn't thought of that!
Lyria: Let's test a bunch of places to see if there are any weak spots!
The captives spread out and check every section along the barrier.
Lyria: Hm? There's something on the ground.
Lyria bends down to examine a fragment about the size of her thumb. It lies next to the barrier.
Tor: Could it be debris from outside the barrier?
Lusor: Heh...
Lyria: Eeek!
Tor: The walls were damaged after the light barrier was cast.
Tor: Which means...
Tor examines the portion of the barrier where the fragment was found.
Noticing that one area of light is dimmer than its surroundings, he cautiously reaches his hand toward it. To his surprise, his hand slips straight through.
Tor: Over here! It's small, but there is a hole in the barrier!
Gawain: Then that's where we shall make our great escape!
Gawain readies his weapon and pierces the spot Tor is pointing to.
Cracks run along the surface of the barrier, and all at once it shatters into nothing.
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 6: The Savior of Dalmore - Episode 1
As the group makes haste for Dalmore, Florence teleports to their location to report that the monsters have made it to the castle walls. Gawain informs her of Pete's and Lusor's plans, and though initially surprised, Florence quickly teleports back to help defend against the onslaught. As she leaves, (Captain) has an idea.
With the barrier down, the team fight their way through zombies and escape the cabal's base.
Gawain: Damn. That ate up more time than I'd hoped.
Florence: (Gawain... Please... Answer me...)
Gawain: (Telepathy? Florence, it's me.)
Lyria: What is it, Gawain?
Gawain: Florence is contacting me through telepathy.
Vyrn: Whoa, nice! Didn't know you guys could do that.
Gawain: (Do you know where I am?)
Florence: (Yes, I'm on my way right now—)
Tor: Look there!
Tor points to a rippling distortion in the air, and out steps Florence.
Florence: Gawain! Everyone! You're all safe!
Gawain: Yes, we're no worse for wear. More pressingly, what of Dalmore!
Florence: A sudden surge of monster forces is closing in on the castle walls. Pete is leading the knights into battle, but...
Gawain: It's not going well, I take it? That idiot. Even though he knew this would happen, he sat on his hands instead of devising a plan.
Florence: What do you mean he knew?
Tor: He conspired with a man named Lusor, who's working for the cabal, to make this siege a reality.
Florence: No, that can't be... Pete and Lusor did this?
Gawain: Those disgusting creatures advancing on our home are hybrids created by Lusor. We fell for their scheme like idiots.
Gawain gives the short version of the secret organization's plan.
Gawain: In any case, it's up to you to hold them off until we can get there!
Florence: Okay. As the head sorceress of Dalmore's magic court, I will stand firm.
Florence: I'll see you back in Dalmore.
Tor: Just a moment, Florence. Would you be able to take Gawain back with you?
Florence: Unfortunately this spell only allows for myself to travel. I'm sorry. I'll be waiting.
Gawain: We're out of time! Full speed to Dalmore!
Vyrn & Lyria: Yeah!
Tor: Why have you stopped, (Captain)? You will be left behind.
The captain yells out, "I thought of a great idea!"
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 6: The Savior of Dalmore - Episode 2
Pete attempts to beat the hybrids back, but finds them far stronger than he expected. Florence arrives with her sorcerers and binds the monsters with magic, but Lusor, from a hidden location, cancels out their spells with his own and pours mana into magic circles which summon more hybrids. Sensing that someone is interfering behind the scenes, Florence is torn between defending the town and going after the source of their aggressors. Right as the situation grows dire, Tiamat descends from the sky with the crew on her shoulders.
Meanwhile in front of Dalmore Castle, a horde of monstrous hybrids is slowly driving back the knights.
Pete: (These sorry excuses for knights can't even handle inferior creations. I suppose it's time for the hero to make his mark.)
Pete dashes to the vanguard of his hard-pressed knights, making sure everyone can see his display of gallantry.
Pete: Have no fear, my comrades! Commander Pete fights with you!
Dalmore Knights: Yes sir! Pete, sir!
Pete: To me!
Dalmore Knights: Raaah!
Pete rallies his troops and the battle intensifies.
Pete: Yaaah!
Hybrid: Urnh...
Pete: Take that! And that!
Hybrid: Grr...
Pete: Huff... Huff... Had enough?
Hybrid: Grrr...
Pete: What? This isn't what we discussed! You're supposed to cry uncle!
Hybrid: Groooar!
Pete: M-Mommyyy!
The monster lunges at Pete, its jaws about to close around his throat.
Hybrid: Urgh...
Florence: Sorcerers! Spare no mana in support of the knights!
Dalmore Sorcerer: Yes, Head Sorceress!
Florence and her sorcerers cast their strongest binding spells on the creatures.
Pete: I-I'm saved...
The rest of the knights hail their magical compatriots who have just saved their lives.
Hybrid: Grrr! Grroaar!
Florence: (I know those monsters are hybrids, but their resistance to magic is abnormally high!)
Florence: The spells won't hold them for long! Now's our chance to repel them into the gorge!
Pete: Oh! Right!
Pete: Did you all hear that? Knock the immobilized monsters into the gorge!
Dalmore Knights: Sir!
Just as Pete and the knights are about to make their move, a summoning circle suddenly appears over a large swath of land.
Hybrid: Urnh... Grooooar!
Hybrid: Urnh... Grooooar!
Pete: Wh-what's going on, Florence! The monsters are freed of their bindings!
Florence: Some other magic is creating interference and negating our binding spells!
Pete: Wh-what!
Florence: (It takes a mage of comparable skill to cancel out our magic... Or could there be more than one?)
Lusor: Yes, observe the field, and consider your options.
Lusor: But make it quick, Florence. There's little time to think.
Lusor strokes a crystal suspended next to him. It emits magical power, and a giant summoning circle appears elsewhere.
Lusor: Take a good look at my version of the hybrids.
An entirely new horde of hybrids comes pouring out from the circle.
Hybrid: Groooar!
Dalmore Knight 1: Aaagh! There's even more of them!
Dalmore Knight 2: How can this be? They look even stronger than the last bunch!
Pete: Florence! Hurry up and do something!
Florence: (I see it! Something in the mountains is feeding magic to the summoning circle!)
Florence: (If I teleport over there and destroy whatever it is, that should do the trick.)
Dalmore Sorcerer: Florence... We're reaching our limits...
Florence: Don't give up! Hold them off for just a bit longer!
Florence: (But if I leave my post, everyone here will be overrun... What should I do?)
Dalmore Knight 1: Commander Pete! I'm done for! They're pushing through!
Dalmore Knight 2: It's over... Dalmore is finished... I'm sorry I failed to protect everyone. Guess I'll be seeing you, Dad...
Pete: Is this how it ends for me?
Pete: It wasn't supposed to be like this...
The fight has gone out of the knights. They stand shellshocked with their weapons hanging limply at their sides.
Hybrid: Grrooar!
With the front line offering no resistance, a monster slips through and leaps at Florence, who's still lost in thought.
Florence: Gasp—
Hybrid: Gyaaah!
Its claws descend on the defenseless woman, ready to rip her to shreds.
Gawain: Haaah!
Hybrid: Gurgh...
The monster's body splits down the middle to reveal Gawain standing behind it.
Gawain: Are you all right, Florence?
Florence: Gawain... I'm not dreaming, am I?
Gawain: Is now really the time to be dreaming? Stay sharp.
A violent squall kicks up without warning, slicing up the hybrids and sending them tumbling to the bottom of the gorge.
Pete: What is he doing here? How?
Dalmore Knight 1: Look above us!
Dalmore Knight 2: Is that a primal beast?
Tiamat: ...!
Lyria: Florence!
Vyrn: Hehe! Made it with a second to spare!
Florence: I'm so glad to see you all! But how?
Tor: Lyria summoned Tiamat, and she graciously gave us a lift. We came as fast as we could.
Florence: Oh my! That's a—
Choose: Great idea?
Florence: Yes, was it yours? Bravo, (Captain)!
Thanks to the arrival of (Captain) and company, Dalmore escapes a calamitous outcome, but only just.
Gawain: These defective lab rats have had enough fun at our expense!
Gawain: It's time they paid for their trespass!
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 6: The Savior of Dalmore - Episode 3
Florence explains that the hybrids will keep coming unless the magic cores supplying them with mana are destroyed. A plan is rapidly formed: Florence and the crew will split up and spread out to find the cores while Gawain alone defends Dalmore against the hybrids. Sending Pete and the other knights away, Gawain prepares himself to face the oncoming horde.
Victory seems at hand with Gawain and the crew on the scene, but another pack of monsters streaming from the summoning circle quickly replaces the last.
Gawain: They're like maggots, writhing and swarming over a fresh wound.
Gawain: Have it your way. Let's see who gives first in a war of attrition.
Florence: Gawain, wait!
Gawain: Why? The enemy isn't going to wait for us.
Florence: Magic cores are supplying energy to the summoning circle. If we don't smash all of those cores, there will be no end to the horde!
Gawain: What's a magic core?
Florence: It looks like an orb, and it stores magical energy drawn from the leylines in this area.
Florence: They're often placed in spots that connect to the ground, like in a tree hollow, and fuse to what they've connected with, which means they usually stay stationary.
Florence: It emits light while active, making them easy to spot even from far away.
Florence: Normally you'd take out the summoner of the summoning circle to cut off the supply of magic.
Florence: But with magic cores, as long as the power is flowing, the energy they supply is practically limitless.
Gawain: Limitless magic power... I couldn't ask for a worse nightmare.
Gawain: Then I'll head off the horde here while you destroy the cores.
Florence: Right. With my teleportation and Lyria's primal beast, we can handle it, but...
Lyria: The problem is leaving Gawain alone...
Gawain: The army of Wales put up a better fight than these brutes.
Gawain: (Captain), take the crew do what Florence says.
Vyrn: One versus everything? Are you sure you've thought this through?
Tor: It would be wiser to divide our forces so that some stay with Gawain while the others destroy the cores—
Gawain: No. I'll hold at the bridge. That way I can funnel in the enemies and manage their numbers. I am enough.
Gawain: I'll stall the hybrids while you go for the cores. That's the plan.
Gawain's decisive words leave no room for the crew to object.
Gawain: Relax. I'm not going out in a blaze of glory. I've carefully assessed the situation.
Gawain: Besides, there's next to zero chance that the cores will be left unguarded. Destroying those cores is a big responsibility to bear.
Gawain: A responsibility that only your crew can see to completion.
Gawain: Trust in me, (Captain).
Choose: Okay. I trust you.
Gawain: Thank you, (Captain).
Gawain: I swear I will hold this bridge.
Choose: You've got this.
Gawain: Heh. Thanks for the nod of encouragement.
Gawain: I'm counting on you too, (Captain).
Continue 1Once the plan is sorted out, all players in this strategic battle are ready to make their moves.
Florence: I'll use telepathy to tell you the approximate location of the magic cores.
Florence: We probably won't be alone of course. Be on the lookout for ambushes.
Lyria: Got it! Is everyone ready?
Vyrn & Tor: Ready!
Yes.
Yes.
Tiamat: ...!
(Captain)'s team climbs onto Tiamat's back, and they soar into the air on a gust of wind.
Florence: (Okay, everyone. May fortune favor you.)
With that, Florence steps into distorted air and disappears.
Lusor: So she did notice. Then it'll only be a matter of time until I'm found.
Lusor: Well, isn't that a crying shame? I've used up too much magic to fight. Guess I've got no choice but to beat a strategic retreat.
Lusor: I hope you won't hold it against me—
Lusor whispers his master's name at the end of his apology, then he vanishes in the blink of an eye.
Gawain: Hmph.
Pete: (If Gawain's here, that man failed to keep Gawain detained.)
Pete: (I'm not sure what's happening, but I do know we need Gawain right now.)
Pete: G-Gawain! I'll stand with you and—
Gawain: Stay where you are, unless you have a death wish.
Pete: Wha...
Gawain: I'm feeling pretty agitated.
Gawain: Don't complain to me if my axe accidentally chops your head off in the fracas.
Pete: Egad!
Pete: You heard the man! Everyone stay out of Gawain's way!
Dalmore Knights: Y-yes, sir!
Dalmore Sorcerer: And what would you have us do, Sir Gawain?
Gawain: Tend to the wounded.
Dalmore Sorcerer: Understood!
Gawain: Hm... How many am I up against? Five hundred? A thousand?
Gawain: More enemies than the time I fought Wales, I think.
Hybrid: Grrr...
The monsters keep their distance, as if they instinctively understand the danger the man represents.
Gawain: Whatever. I'll just kill the lot of you.
Hybrid: Groooar!
In an instant, the hybrids launch themselves at the lone knight.
Gawain: I am Gawain, feared as a warrior equivalent to a thousand strong!
Gawain: Set foot on this bridge, and I'll gladly show you why!
The Savior of Dalmore - Chapter 6: The Savior of Dalmore - Episode 4
The citizens of Dalmore watch as Gawain stands against the monsters on his own. Slowly, they begin to cheer for their champion, recognizing his efforts to defend the country from harm. The struggle comes to an end as the flow of hybrids abates, and Gawain finally cuts down the last monster. Afterwards, Tor reports that Pete and Lusor were responsible for the attack, Pete is arrested, and the incident draws to a close.
Gawain: Hunh!
Hybrid: Eergh...
Gawain: Hah!
Hybrid: Groan...
Gawain: Raagh!
Hybrid: Geeeh...
Gawain: Huff... Huff...
Gawain: Wheeze... This is... harder than it looks...
Outnumbered as he is, Gawain pays it no mind. He's focused solely on cutting down the foes around him.
Young Man: What're they doing? Pete said something about a battle, so I came to check it out, but...
Middle-Aged Man: The knights are just standing there while Gawain does all the fighting himself.
Well-Aged Lady: Ohoho... His broad shoulders make me think he's the second coming of Lot.
Young Mother: But look at his injuries... Is he going to be okay?
Innocent Child: Why don't we cheer him on! Gooo, Gawain! You can do it!
The loud commotion outside rouses Archduke Hyland from the castle's interior.
Archduke Hyland: Well, well... Are you about to perform yet another miracle for us, Gawain?
Innocent Child: Hey! You need to cheer too, mister!
Young Mother: Oh my goodness! Oh dear! I do apologize, Your Highness!
Hush! Show Archduke Hyland some respect!
Hush! Show Archduke Hyland some respect!
Archduke Hyland: Let the child be. I shall join the people in supporting one of our own.
Slowly but surely, the people of Dalmore are taking notice of the man who fights for their safety.
Gawain: The archduke is incompetent. The knights are for show. The sorcerers disagreeable.
Gawain: But my parents loved this country. They gave their lives for it...
Gawain: And I will protect it!
Gawain: Regardless of what anyone says, it is my decision to defend Dalmore!
Gawain: Father! Mother! Are you watching?
Gawain: Not a single living creature shall cross this bridge!
Gawain: Haaaah!
Hybrid: Gyaah!
Squeezing out every last bit of strength, Gawain ignores the pain of his wounds and attacks the hybrids.
Dalmore Knight 1: Fight on, Sir Gawain!
Dalmore Knight 2: Do it for Dalmore, Sir Gawain!
Dalmore Sorcerer: You shall be victorious, Sir Gawain!
Pete: ...
The cries of the people's hopes and dreams rain down on the mighty knight.
Townspeople: Gawain! Gawain! Gawain!
Dalmore Knights: Sir Gawain! Sir Gawain!
Archduke Hyland: You can do it... Gawain!
Their voices prop him up and become his power.
Gawain: Hunh!
Hybrid: Geeeh...
Gawain: Huff... Puff... This ends with you!
Gawain: Haaaah!
Hybrid: Groooar!
Hybrid: Geeeh...
With that one final blow, the monster falls away just as the summoning circle disappears without a trace.
Gawain: Wheeze... Cough... It is done...
Dalmore Knight 1: Sir Gawain!
Dalmore Sorcerer: Sir! We will administer first aid!
The downed knight is immediately swarmed by medical attendants.
Latecomers hear the news from other eyewitnesses, and the town counts its blessings.
Florence: Gawain... You're okay, right?
Gawain: Yeah... Just as I promised.
Florence: You deserve a good nap.
Gawain: Uh-huh. Same to you, Florence.
(Captain) and the crew arrive shortly behind Florence.
Vyrn: Gawain! Still with us, buddy?
Lyria: Oh no! You're hurt all over!
The crew quickly rush to their exhausted friend's side.
Gawain: Don't worry about me. I knew what I signed up for.
Gawain: But I have to say, if you'd been any slower destroying those cores, I probably wouldn't be talking to you right now.
Archduke Hyland: Gawain. How can I possibly thank you for what you have done for us today?
Gawain: I don't need money, fame, or any of that junk. I merely acted on my desire to protect Dalmore.
Archduke Hyland: Ah, you did indeed. We are in your debt, Gawain.
Archduke Hyland: I hope to discover the cause of this unexpected monster incursion—
Pete: Stop! What are you doing!
Pete: Your stubbornness is infuriating! What business does a dog of Wales have with me?
Tor: There are a few blanks that we would like you to fill in. This way.
Archduke Hyland: Pete? Do you know something about this incident that I do not?
Archduke Hyland: What is the meaning of this?
Pete: ...
Gawain: Don't bother weaseling your way out of this. Your conspirator told us everything. Give it up.
Pete: Argh! That conniving huckster betrayed me!
Pete: Tch... Everyone pisses me off so much.
Pete glances at his accusers, cursing them under his breath.
Gawain: Tell me. Why did you go this far to become a hero?
Pete: Hah... You misunderstand.
Pete: I never had grand visions of safeguarding Dalmore or anything like that.
Pete: I just wanted the rewards and accolades that came with being a hero. Simple as that.
Pete's callous admission draws a disinterested look from Gawain.
Gawain: I see. And here I am wanting none of the credit.
Pete: What? Why not?
Gawain: When I saved Dalmore from Wales...
Gawain: The people showered me with acclaim. They hailed me as the second coming of Lot, the savior.
Gawain: But the more praise I received, the more this indescribable rage brewed inside me.
Gawain: My father was put on a pedestal he never asked for, pushed to don a hero's cape. He was impressed into chasing an unwanted war, and it cost him his life.
Gawain: Then his memory was brushed aside and forgotten so that I could inherit his role as the next hero.
Florence: Gawain...
Those who are close enough to hear Gawain's bitter confession hang their heads.
Archduke Hyland: Gawain... I cannot begin to tell you how sorry I am.
Archduke Hyland: I might as well have killed your father—
Well-Aged Lady: No, not just His Highness. In Gawain's words, we all bear that sin.
Middle-Aged Man: Yeah... We basically drove Lot off the edge.
Now that the citizens have realized the consequences of their actions, Gawain offers a compromise.
Gawain: Regrets won't bring Lot back.
Gawain: As long as you have all learned a lesson, that is enough. I believe my father would've agreed.
Gawain: Furthermore I myself have caused my share of troubles for Dalmore in the past.
Gawain: I ask for your forgiveness.
Archduke Hyland: Of course. I'm sure you've turned a new leaf. Everyone is aware of that.
Gawain is a new man, and no one condemns him for his past failings.
Pete: Sigh... I feel like puking. Aw, what a good widdle boy he is.
No one except for Pete.
Pete: Lot was an idiot who trusted me until his dying breath.
Pete: Even as the sickle of death loomed over his head, he cared more about survivors than himself.
Pete: I won't argue I had a hand in his death. To believe in your own murderer is the height of lunacy.
Gawain: ...
Pete: Bah. Don't get all emotional on me.
Pete: Sigh... Honestly I was getting sick of it all.
Pete: Put me in jail or wherever you please.
Pete: I'll tell you everything I know about the cabal if that's your prize.
Archduke Hyland: Enough.
Archduke Hyland: That man is a key suspect. Lock him away.
Dalmore Knight 1: Yes, Your Highness!
Pete: Stay your hand. I can walk by myself.
Dalmore Knight 1: B-but...
Pete: This country is all I have.
Pete: Where else am I going to run to? Hurry up.
Dalmore Knight 2: This way then.
With his fate sealed, Pete is taken to the castle dungeon.
One issue has been dealt with. Archduke Hyland now turns his attention back to Gawain.
Archduke Hyland: Gawain, in light of all that has transpired, I implore you to carefully consider what I have to say.
Archduke Hyland: We've all seen with our own eyes that the imperious Gawain of the past has departed Dalmore for good.
Archduke Hyland: As long as it's you, would you be willing to serve once more as the commander of the Dalmore knights?
Gawain: I appreciate the offer, but I fly the skies with (Captain)'s crew.
Gawain: I intend to continue my travels, but if an emergency befalls Dalmore, I promise to come to her aid if I am needed.
Archduke Hyland: That will do! My mind is at ease!
(Captain) is also overjoyed by Gawain's announcement to continue flying with the crew.
Vyrn: But that's not all! We're part of the rescue package!
Lyria: We know how much Dalmore means to Gawain, so we won't let anything happen to it either!
Archduke Hyland: Sniff... This old servant of the country is moved to tears. My appreciation knows no bounds.
Florence: Thank you so, so much, everyone.
Florence: My brother and the Duchy of Dalmore are in good hands.
And so Gawain's beloved homeland is saved.
Although Lusor and the cabal are still at large, for now the curtain closes on a tumultuous act.
The Savior of Dalmore - Ending
After the attack, Dalmore, Wales, and Feendrache meet again. Aglovale, having learned of the threat that the cabal poses to their countries and determined Gawain's worthiness from the stout defense of his country, agrees to the alliance. Gawain watches as the papers are signed, the alliance is finalized, and his late father's dream comes true. From a nearby location, Lusor listens to the conference before departing. When he is finally alone, he transforms into a Human, then walks away while contemplating the future.
A few days after the dust settles, talks resume at Feendrache Castle between Dalmore, Wales, and Feendrache.
Lancelot: It is time, Your Majesty.
King Carl: We have reconvened on this day to hear testimonies relating to the cabal. Are all sides ready to proceed?
Aglovale: Yes. Please begin.
Tor: ...
Archduke Hyland: We are ready as well.
Gawain & Florence: ...
The Three: ...
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The Three: ...
Once again (Captain), Lyria, and Vyrn are in attendance, fidgeting nervously.
Aglovale: Tor gave me a quick debriefing, but would Dalmore oblige us with a full rundown of the details?
Archduke Hyland: As you wish. Gawain, please take the floor.
Gawain acknowledges and stands up in front of everyone.
Gawain: In short, our investigation proves that the cabal is a dangerous enemy we all share.
Gawain: Recently Dalmore faced a life or death crisis from an army of monstrous hybrids created by this secretive group.
Gawain: To make matters worse, Commander Pete of the Dalmore knights colluded with a conspirator, which multiplied the damage done.
Gawain: I cannot say with absolute certainty that a similar fate will not occur in Wales or Feendrache.
Aglovale: Yes, that seems logical. So this Pete was pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Aglovale: But unlike Pete, can you prove that you are not working with the cabal?
Gawain: Well...
Florence, who'd been keeping silent, comes to her brother's defense.
Florence: We were completely in the dark about Pete's betrayal.
Florence: He is being interrogated, but as for proof of our innocence, all we have are our words alone.
Vyrn: We were there watchin' the whole time, and from the looks of it, that creepy organization only wanted to use Pete.
Lyria: Yes. Everyone except Pete has nothing to do with the cabal. Please believe us, Aglovale.
(Captain), with eyes full of conviction, gives Aglovale a nod.
Aglovale: Very well. Tor, I take it you feel the same?
Tor: Yes, as far as I could tell, Gawain and the others are clear of guilt.
Aglovale: Hm... I have no reason to doubt (Captain)'s crew, so I will trust Dalmore's words.
Aglovale: On to the next question: what is the cabal planning?
Gawain: We encountered a Harvin man named Lusor at one of their research facilities.
Gawain: Considering his allegiance to the group, we must take his words with a grain of salt.
Gawain: They are researching methods for manufacturing life, and then using those creations to carry out their revenge.
Aglovale: Revenge? Against whom exactly?
Gawain: Unfortunately that is all we learned.
Gawain: The way in which he spoke suggests a certain individual is at the helm of this conspiracy.
Gawain: Regardless of the group's motives, the hybrids present a grave threat to us all.
Gawain: Entering into a three-nation alliance will allow us to set up an all-encompassing surveillance network.
Gawain: After that I think it would be beneficial for Dalmore, Wales, and Feendrache to freely exchange information with each other.
King Carl: Yes... That is a reassuring proposal.
Tor: I can find no reason to reject Gawain's suggestion.
Aglovale: Hm...
Aglovale studies Gawain with a deliberate gaze.
Aglovale: The information you have uncovered is valuable indeed, and I understand the benefit the alliance will bring.
Aglovale: I only have one final question. Why are you so driven to see this alliance come to fruition?
Gawain: I...
This time Aglovale's question leaves Gawain stumped.
Aglovale: It is important that all sides in an agreement get something out of it.
Aglovale: But greed can be too enticing, as it was for Pete, who ultimately turned traitor.
Gawain: Yes, he did...
Aglovale: Help me understand your faith in this alliance.
Aglovale: Take your time to answer, and in your own words please.
Gawain feels Aglovale's eyes boring into him as he tries to gather his thoughts.
Gawain: Compared to powerhouses like Wales and Feendrache, my home of Dalmore is undeniably small and weak.
Gawain: Yet I still have pride in my homeland, and I do not want Dalmore to fall behind the other two nations—nay, any nation.
Gawain: But pride means nothing when it comes time to protect a country. Instead I chose to become stronger.
Gawain: I wanted to protect everyone. My parents. My sister. The people who love their country.
Gawain: Thus I made a vow with my father to guarantee a peaceful future for Dalmore.
Gawain: And to do so, I need to form an alliance with Wales and Feendrache.
Gawain: I challenge anyone in this room to claim I would dare break my promise by betraying the alliance.
Gawain: If my allies call for assistance, I will lay down my life in their service just as I would for my own homeland.
Aglovale listens thoughtfully to every word coming out of Gawain's mouth. Finally the man of Wales speaks in a stately tone.
Aglovale: Your plea is well received.
Aglovale: I shall sign the alliance as promised.
Gawain: ...!
Archduke Hyland: Oh, Sir Aglovale! We owe you a great deal!
Florence: Thank you, Aglovale.
Vyrn: So the triple alliance is official? Woo-hoo!
Lyria: Phew... I can finally breathe again...
The gleeful crew members react to the decision as if they had a stake in the alliance too.
King Carl: Sir Aglovale, we thank you for your excellent decision.
King Carl: Lancelot, would you be so kind as to ready my seal?
Lancelot: Already taken care of, Your Majesty.
Aglovale: Tor, bring me the seal.
Tor: Here it is, my lord.
Archduke Hyland: Now where did I put that—
Florence: The royal seal, Your Highness.
Archduke Hyland: Aha, resourceful as always, Florence.
Lancelot ceremoniously unfurls the alliance treaty drawn up in previous talks.
Aglovale: ...
Archduke Hyland: ...
King Carl: ...
Each leader of their respective lands solemnly leaves his mark at the bottom of the influential document.
Knights in Unison: Hoist the flag!
King Carl: Lancelot, my boy. From now on we must endeavor to avoid petty squabbles.
Lancelot: Yes, I do not wish to aggrieve such reasonable allies.
Meanwhile Gawain hasn't said a word. The culmination of years of effort have finally born fruit with three firm stamps.
Gawain: ...
Gawain: (Father... Mother... I finally kept my promise.)
Gawain: (Our tiny Dalmore is now officially part of an alliance with Wales and Feendrache.)
Gawain: (Dalmore has received a miracle.)
The magnitude of the occasion still seems like a dream to Gawain.
Aglovale: Gawain. Ahem. Gawain.
Gawain: Hm?
Aglovale: We are now all in this together, remember? It is worrisome for one side to be off daydreaming.
Gawain: Ah, yes, of course... I apologize.
Aglovale: Keep us informed of the cabal's movements as you learn of them.
Gawain: Understood. I promise to disclose any and all information collected from their base as we discover it.
Aglovale: Hmph. We are counting on you.
Aglovale: Our alliance needs every advantage it can get to face this perilous roadblock.
Archduke Hyland: Of course. After all, we wouldn't be a worthy ally if we did not pull our weight.
King Carl: Oho, it's good to have such reliable partners. May we continue to build our rapport with each other.
Reality starts to dawn on Gawain as he watches the three leaders engage in friendly banter.
Gawain: It actually happened. They signed the treaty.
Florence: All your hard work has paid off. Congratulations, Gawain.
Gawain: After everything you've done for Dalmore, you deserve to be lauded, Florence.
Florence: Gawain...
Vyrn: Congrats, Gawain! You did it!
Lyria: We're so happy for you!
Choose: Nice going.
Gawain: I couldn't have done it without the rest of you. I'm in your debt.
(Captain), Vyrn, and Lyria soak in this rare moment of gratitude.
Vyrn: You know, getting thanked by Nice Gawain doesn't shock me anymore.
Gawain: Huh?
Lyria: Mm-hm. I kind of miss the old Gawain. Just a little bit.
Gawain: Cease that ridiculous nonsense! I'm the same as I ever was!
Vyrn: Oh, hey! There's the Gawain we want!
Gawain: You little...
Lyria: Stop it, Vyrn! Don't go spoiling the mood!
Vyrn: Hahaha! C'mon, I'm just havin' a little fun!
Vyrn: Besides, we gotta celebrate with a party. And not just any party, but a partay!
Lyria: Good idea! I'll go ask Lancelot!
Vyrn: Then (Captain) and I'll go invite Aglovale!
The three crew members split up to invite the nation's leaders.
Gawain: Those kids are a truly mystifying bunch.
Florence: Yes, they are. They played a part in saving us again.
The union conference in Feendrache comes to a close.
After a feast of food and drink to commemorate the signing of the treaty, the three nations go their separate ways.
A horse-drawn carriage bounces along the dirt road on its way back to Wales.
Tor: Excuse me, my lord, but permit me to ask you about the cabal conspirator, Lusor.
Aglovale: Speak.
Tor: I cannot understand the motives behind some of his actions.
Tor: We learned valuable information about the cabal because he purposely revealed it to us.
Tor: And the way he goaded Gawain... It felt as if breaking Gawain's spirit was intended to spur him to come to Dalmore's rescue.
Aglovale: You're saying there was an ulterior motive to the invasion of Dalmore.
Tor: Yes, although it is only a hunch.
Aglovale: Your hunches hit more than they miss.
Tor: You are too kind, my lord.
Aglovale: Hm... Still, there are too few facts to draw a definitive conclusion.
Aglovale: Continue to investigate the cabal and this Lusor character.
Tor: It shall be done.
A small bird hitching a ride atop the carriage starts to sing.
Discreet Bird: Tweet, tweet, cheep!
Suddenly the bird shakes its head as if coming to its senses and flies off.
Lusor: Whew... Keeping a mind link for that long is no small feat.
Lusor: That Tor though... He's one sharp cookie.
Lusor: If Brother Aggy and Percy join the investigation, that puts me in a real tight spot.
Lusor, comfy in his chair, clasps his hands over his head and gives his entire body a good stretch.
Lusor: Speaking of tight spots, I sorta panicked when I was told to destroy Dalmore.
Lusor: Good thing Gawain stepped up big time to save the day.
Lusor: Oh, and also thanks to that crew, of course.
Lusor gets out of the chair, his mind preoccupied with thought.
Lusor: I don't need to disguise myself here, do I?
???: Hehe... I was starting to think I was a Harvin.
???: Thanks to all this new data Dalmore helped me get, I can probably move on to the real phase.
???: Better keep up the jester act while I'm still under Merlin's watch though.
An undaunted smile crosses the man's face as he leaves the room.
His goal remains a mystery. The miracle born in Dalmore sets the stage for the next saga.
The End
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