Leif (Dragalia Lost)

Gala Leif: White Sparrow Corps, assemble!
White Sparrow Corps: Sir!
Gala Leif: I will now lay out the path for the Sparrows moving forward.
Gala Leif: First, we shall join up with His Highness Prince Euden.
Gala Leif: Then, using the Halidom as our base of operation, we will free the capital from the scourge of the Dyrenell invaders.
White Sparrow Corps: SIR, YES, SIR!
Patia: Captain! At last, the time has come!

Patia: Let's show those Dyrenell dogs what true Alberians are made of!
White Sparrow Corps Soldier 1: Hear hear, Captain! We'll put some fear into those imperial blackguards!
White Sparrow Corps Soldier 2: I've long awaited the day when we could make right the humiliations we've been forced to weather all this time!
Gala Leif: While I appreciate your enthusiasm, I must make certain you all are aware of a certain fact.
Patia: Sir?
Gala Leif: The path we walk dictates that we raise our swords against the royal family.
Gala Leif: If any among you feel you cannot do this thing, I would bid you leave our order now.
White Sparrow Corps Soldier 3: What?!
Patia: Captain, please explain!
Gala Leif: I mean precisely what I said: Our course puts us on a path to battle the royal family.
Patia: I suppose I never thought of it in quite that way before...
Gala Leif: Thus far, we have bent to the will of the Empire.
Gala Leif: We did so in order to help the young royal who will become the next monarch, and take back our kingdom in so doing.
Gala Leif: Yet it is an undeniable fact that some of the royals have sided WITH the Empire.
Patia: That's...
Gala Leif: We White Sparrows serve the royal family, but above all we serve Alberia. And if that means we need raise our blades against the monarchy in her defense, we shall.
White Sparrow Corps: ......
Gala Leif: To lay a hand upon the royals one ought to serve is the greatest act of disloyalty a knight can commit.
Gala Leif: And as such a treasonous individual, you may even face condemnation at the hands of your own kin.
Gala Leif: Thus, I will cast no aspersions whatsoever upon any who choose to leave us this day. Think carefully, and make the decision that best serves your own life.
White Sparrow Corps: ......
Patia: Enough, Captain.
Gala Leif: I beg your pardon?
Patia: I steeled my resolve the moment I followed you and joined the Sparrows.
Patia: The White Sparrow Corps can accept no restrictions or leash, even if it means opposing king and country!
Patia: If our nation is rotting from within, it is the duty of the Sparrows to carve that rot out and expose it to the sun.
Patia: I know well we speak of treason this day, yet I also see the reason for it—and I will not permit you to shoulder that sin alone.
White Sparrow Corps Soldier 1: Aye, Patia's right! I'm with you till the bitter end, Captain!
White Sparrow Corps Soldier 2: And I! My pride and honor belong ever to the White Sparrows!
Gala Leif: Are you all certain? Think carefully now.
Gala Leif: This is a question not only of your own futures, but those around you. Friends. Perhaps even family.
White Sparrow Corps Soldier 3: Our families would let us have it if we turned our backs on our duty! They're with us to the end—as we are with you!
White Sparrow Corps Soldier 4: Seconded, Captain! All that I am, I offer now to the White Sparrows!
Patia: It seems we all share your resolve, Captain Leif.
Patia: And that's because whatever the future may hold, it is our greatest honor to fight at your side to the very end.
Gala Leif: My apologies, all of you. It seems I misjudged the strength of your resolve.
Gala Leif: Your point is well made—there's not a soul within the White Sparrows whose will has not been honed to steel.
Gala Leif: Now let us lay low the Empire as one!
White Sparrow Corps: HUZZAH!

Gala Prince: Haaaah!
Imperial Soldier 1: Gwah!
Gala Prince: Well, this isn't good. I think we're surrounded.
Elisanne: Fear not. Your Highness. I shall see you safe—I swear it!
Imperial Commander: We have them vastly outnumbered. Don't let this opportunity slip away! See to it the prince is taken alive!
Imperial Soldier 2: Prepare yourself, traitor!
Gala Prince: Hrk!
Imperial Commander: Now! Mobilize the fiend!
Fiend: Graargh!
Gala Prince: Are you crazy? That thing will take out your own side as easily as it does ours!
Elisanne: Look out, Highness!
Fiend: Gaaargh!
Gala Leif: Are you all right, Your Highness?
Gala Prince: Leif!
Gala Leif: White Sparrows, defensive formation! Protect the prince at all costs!
White Sparrow Corps: Understood, sir!
Imperial Commander: So it's true! The White Sparrows have turned traitor to the glorious Empire!
Gala Leif: The White Sparrows serve the Kingdom of Alberia, and I name as foe any who would seek to do her harm.
Imperial Commander: You dare threaten us?!
Gala Leif: Patia, take your troops and harry the enemy!
Gala Leif: The rest of you, stay with the prince!
Patia: Understood! Follow me, men!

Patia: ...Captain, I've confirmed that the imperial army is in full retreat.
Gala Leif: Good work, all of you.
Patia: Ha! The Empire is no match for us!
Elisanne: Thank you, Captain. They caught us when I was the only escort guarding His Highness.
Elisanne: It is most shameful that I allowed him to be exposed to such danger.
Gala Leif: Untrue. Without your quick actions, we could not have saved the prince. You have my gratitude.
Gala Prince: If anyone is doing thanking around here, it should be me.
Gala Prince: But Leif, are you sure it was a good idea to openly declare war on the Empire?
Gala Prince: Weren't you hiding in the capital in order to protect Zethia?
Gala Leif: From the moment I left the capital, I bound us to this fate.
Gala Leif: Further, we were already headed to your castle, so I would ask you not to worry yourself about it overmuch.
Gala Prince: Wait. You were heading to the Halidom?
Gala Leif: We were indeed. From this day hence, Your Highness, the White Sparrows shall serve as your blade and shield!
Gala Prince: You have no idea how happy I am to hear that, Leif. Thank you.

Gala Prince: Say, Leif? I was wondering if you'd be willing to teach me Alberian chess.
Gala Leif: Of course, Highness. But if I may ask, why the sudden interest?
Gala Prince: I'd like to be able to consider battlefield tactics more carefully.
Gala Prince: And I remember how you used to say chess was good practice for that kind of thing.
Gala Leif: If that is the situation, I am glad to help. Please give me a little while to prepare.

Gala Leif: ...And so, those are the fundamental tactics used during the game's opening. Have you any questions so far?
Gala Prince: Yeesh... Maybe you can give me a moment to sort all of this out? My brain hurts.
Gala Prince: I mean, I think I get the basic rules, but I'm finding it hard to convert that knowledge into tactics.
Gala Leif: Do not get flustered, Highness—it is that way for all students of the game at first. Bear in mind, however, that the state of the battle is ever in flux.
Gala Leif: You must train your mind so you are able to react to such ever-changing conditions in the heat of the moment.
Gala Prince: You know, this is starting to remind me of Chelle; she used to play chess all the time.
Gala Leif: Yes, and she often bade me to serve as her opponent.
Gala Leif: She, Prince Phares, and Prince Valyx were all skilled opponents, but Prince Leonidas was a particularly cunning player...

Leonidas: ......
Gala Leif: ......
Leonidas: I annihilate your woodland archers with my stone trebuchet.
Gala Leif: Then I shall use this chance to claim your grassland warriors.
Leonidas: Heh. Have you turned a blind eye to my sellswords?
Gala Leif: Ah, but if I let fear rule the day and move to take your sellswords, I will be unable to protect my sorcerer princess.
Leonidas: Coward.
Gala Leif: What you name cowardice is, in fact, a sound stratagem.
Gala Leif: As my sellswords protect the sorcerer princess, so, too, does a true knight protect their royal charge. Thus, no chance at victory is ever missed.
Leonidas: Ah, you're countering my attack with the sorcerer princess you just protected. A shrewd move—if an insufficient one.
Leonidas: A knight may serve as a defender, but the royal walks the path of conquest, whatever the situation.
Leonidas: ...Checkmate.
Gala Leif: A double check! This is quite the upset.
Gala Leif: You have become quite skilled, Your Highness.
Leonidas: And you have become worse. I grow weary of our matches.
Gala Leif: I will endeavor not to disappoint you in the future, Prince Leonidas.
Leonidas: After a performance like this, I worry about your future on a real battlefield.
Leonidas: The world is much like a chessboard, my dear Leif.
Leonidas: You accept an assignment, fulfill it, and then perish for the sake of your sovereign.
Gala Leif: Indeed. In real life as in the game, many are sacrificed so the monarchy might remain alive and well.
Gala Leif: We stake our lives on protecting the royal family from any who would do them ill.
Leonidas: Even if the ones who would do them ill are from the same royal line?
Gala Leif: ......
Leonidas: Look well upon our board. In the end, there is but one sovereign left standing.
Leonidas: A royal family is not always a monolith; countless tomes are filled with histories of families who clashed amongst themselves.
Leonidas: If a future such as that awaited us, what would you protect?
Gala Leif: Peace in Alberia, above all else.
Leonidas: Oh ho! An excellent answer! But let me put another question to you: What IS this "peace" you would seek to protect?
Gala Leif: Stability for all who reside in Alberia, and the prosperity of her royal family.
Leonidas: Heh... Aaaaah ha ha ha! Oh, my dear Leif. I suppose you believe prosperity possible even for a house divided, then?
Gala Leif: I do.
Leonidas: Your basis for that belief?
Gala Leif: It is as you say: A split in the royal family would be a grave threat to peace.
Gala Leif: However, if such a split were to occur, I would stake my life on redressing it. This I do for the sake of my homeland.
Leonidas: I see. So you believe the peace of the kingdom can be maintained so long as you are present?
Leonidas: That is inconceivably arrogant, Leif.
Gala Leif: I beg your pardon, Highness.
Leonidas: It is not granted, for it is not necessary. Such arrogance means only that you are devoted fully to your ideals—a realization I find most welcome indeed.
Leonidas: But in that case, I have a final question for you.
Leonidas: Suppose I were to be the one standing in the way of the peace you espouse. Would you put me to the sword?
Gala Leif: ......
Leonidas: Answer me.
Gala Leif: Were you to walk an errant path, Your Highness...
Gala Leif: Yes. I would raise my sword against you for the sake of peace in Alberia.
Leonidas: Do not forget those words.

Gala Prince: ...Er, Leif?
Gala Leif: Ah! My apologies, Your Highness. It seems I was woolgathering.
Gala Prince: It's not like you to let your mind wander in the middle of a conversation.
Gala Leif: I was overtaken for a moment with a memory of the past.
Gala Prince: You mentioned Leonidas just before you stopped talking. Does it have something to do with him?
Gala Leif: It does. I had quite some confidence in my own chess skills, but the last game we played ended in my utter defeat. And after that, we...
Gala Leif: Your Highness, may I ask you a question?
Gala Prince: Sure.
Gala Leif: What is the peace you fight to protect?
Gala Prince: I fight so people everywhere can live in happiness.
Gala Leif: And does that include your siblings?
Gala Leif: For no matter the kingdom, there can only be one seated upon the throne.
Gala Leif: Knowing that, do you think the kingdom of happiness and peace you seek is possible?
Gala Prince: I don't think it's possible—I KNOW it is. And I will see it done.
Gala Leif: How?
Gala Prince: ...Heh. I was afraid that was coming. To be honest, I'm not exactly sure.
Gala Prince: But a peace built on the sacrifices of others isn't what I'm looking for.
Gala Prince: Still, I'm going to find some way to make it happen. I will make sure everyone is happy—and that includes my siblings.
Gala Leif: You are a truly kind person, Your Highness. Down to the very core of your heart.
Gala Prince: Actually, I'd say I'm selfish.
Gala Prince: I know my older brothers have a different opinion on things, but I have no intention of yielding one inch on my own views.
Gala Prince: So I don't think I act out of kindness at all. It's more like...arrogance.
Gala Leif: Such arrogance means only that you are devoted fully to your ideals...
Gala Prince: Sorry?
Gala Leif: Just something that was said to me once.
Gala Leif: Your arrogance, Highness, is wonderful, for it shows the power of your spirit.
Gala Prince: You really think so?
Gala Leif: I would make a request of you, Highness.
Gala Prince: Oh? What is it?
Gala Leif: If ever I should stand in the way of the peace and happiness you seek... If ever I travel an errant path...
Gala Leif: You must see me punished for it.
Gala Prince: I can't ever see you doing that, Leif.
Gala Prince: Still... Well, I suppose anyone can make a mistake.
Gala Prince: So if that ever happens, I'll set you straight.
Gala Leif: Thank you, Your Highness. You set my mind at ease.
Gala Leif: With this, I, too, will be able to seek the same peace you do.
Gala Prince: Leif?
Gala Leif: Forgive me, just talking to myself. Now then! I believe we've a lecture on chess to complete, yes?
Gala Prince: We sure do!

Luca: Hey, there he is! Leeeeeif!
Gala Leif: Luca? Well, this is unusual. Have you need of me?
Luca: Yeah, I wanted to ask you a couple of questions about the other royals.
Gala Leif: You mean His Highness's siblings?
Luca: Yeah. See, I feel like I kind of get Emile, but I don't have a CLUE about the others.
Luca: I'd like to know what kind of folks they are so I'm ready next time we run into 'em.
Gala Leif: I understand your reasons, but to speak on the royal family so blithely is...
The Prince: I'd also be interested in filling in some of the blanks about my siblings.
Gala Leif: You are here as well, Highness?
Gala Prince: I figure you'd know more about them than most, Leif, so I'd be happy to hear anything you feel free enough to divulge.
Luca: Euden knows the score! Now c'mon, make with the deets!
Gala Leif: Very well, then. To begin with...

Gala Leif: ...Hoo! Hah! Yah!
Emile: Hngh! Hrh! Hrk! Aaagh!
Emile: ...Ow.
Gala Leif: Are you all right, Prince Emile?
Emile: I am OBVIOUSLY not all right!
Emile: Why must I be dragged into the middle of the woods for sword practice like this?!
Gala Leif: It is training for field operations.
Gala Leif: If you are to lead an army, you must be able to react to various battlefield settings.
Emile: Wholly unnecessary. Soldiers fight— leaders and royalty do not.
Gala Leif: There are times when a leader must stand at the vanguard of battle, Your Highness. It would be most problematic if you were unable to do so at such a moment.
Gala Leif: And so, I would have you please dedicate yourself to your training this day.
Emile: Grr! You ALWAYS act so self-important! Listen here, you—I am PERFECTLY capable of doing what needs to be done if I try!
Emile: There is nothing I can't do if I just put my mind to it and...
Emile: Hmm? Leif, look! A suspicious individual! I'm going after him!
Gala Leif: Prince Emile, wait! It's merely a rabbit!
Gala Leif: ...Which he already knew when he ran off.
Gala Leif: Between being cunning enough to skive off his daily training and the strength of his competitive spirit, he may yet make a fine commander. However...

City Resident 1: Welcome home, Prince Valyx!
City Resident 2: We offer our most humble thanks for your service in slaying those fiends!
Valyx: ......
City Resident 1: Three cheers for Prince Valyx! Hip hip, hooraaaaaaaaa...?
City Resident 2: Er, Prince Valyx? Is something amiss?
Gala Leif: Prince Valyx, you must reply to the citizenry when they call out to you. Your silence makes them most anxious.
Valyx: Hmm, yes. ...Rest easy, good people! The fiends have been wiped out; you need worry no more this day!
Residents of the Capital: Three cheers for Prince Valyx! Hip hip, hooray! Hip hip, hooray!
Valyx: I grow weary of this buffoonery, Leif. It was you who proposed the strategy that wiped out the fiends, not I.
Gala Leif: I assure you, Highness, it is not—
Valyx: I will not stand here and accept praise that belongs to another like a common note-cribber in a class.
Gala Leif: I assume you would have ME stand before the people in that case?
Valyx: I would not; I know it is my duty as a royal to ease the hearts of the people.
Valyx: To be a royal is to put to rest my own emotions if doing so will help preserve the order of the kingdom.
Gala Leif: I admire the strength of your responsibility. However, I believe it is also good to prioritize your own emotions on occasion.

Chelle: One, two, three! One, two, three!
Chelle: Tsk! You couldn't BE more awkward, Leif. Do try to relax a little, mmm?
Gala Leif: With all due respect, Princess Chelle, is there not a more accomplished partner with whom to practice dancing?
Gala Leif: I worry that my inexperience with this manner of thing will only result in me teaching you poor habits.
Chelle: Oh, but you misunderstand.
Chelle: This is not practice for me, but for YOU.
Gala Leif: Er, and why, exactly, Highness?
Chelle: Because when there's a party and I choose you to be my dance partner, it would be most shameful if you stumbled about the floor like a common barnyard animal.
Chelle: ...Shameful for the both of us.
Gala Leif: Perhaps you should NOT select me, in that case?
Chelle: I am free to choose whomever I wish. Now then! We continue.
Chelle: You're quite diligent, after all—I'm certain you'll strive to improve so you don't embarrass me! Eee hee!
Gala Leif: You are a complicated one, Highness.

Gala Leif: ...Prince Phares, I have brought the books you requested.
Phares: Thank you, Leif—and forgive me for having you do the work of a serving boy.
Phares: I have been absorbed in my research and not shown my face to those in the castle, so I suspect they are all quite exasperated.
Gala Leif: Not at all, Your Highness. Your research is of great use to peace in the realm.
Gala Leif: You even ended up producing a medicine that cured an illness once thought to be incurable. Everyone is most grateful.
Phares: Though I've yet to produce a medicine that can cure my own condition.
Gala Leif: Er...
Phares: Think nothing of it. After all, I view my having been afflicted with this illness as a twist of good fortune.
Gala Leif: You do?
Phares: Have you ever given thought to what the dragon's blood IS, Leif?
Gala Leif: Noble blood that ought be respected, as well as a cornerstone of our kingdom.
Phares: Yes, yes. All that and more. And yet, that same noble blood has made my body like... Well, like this.
Phares: I believe a secret is hidden within the dragon's blood, and I wonder if my body might be most intimately related to it.
Phares: And I admit no small amount of eagerness to seeing what might become of our kingdom should the secret at its foundation be exposed...
Gala Leif: (Prince Phares is possessed of a most magnificent intellect.)
Gala Leif: (Though I pray he never walks an errant path for the sake of it...)

Gala Leif: ...Those are but a few of the things I recall about your siblings.
Luca: Hot diggity dog! I mean, I kinda figured it already, but those siblings of yours...
Luca: Well, they sure do have some unique personalities.
Gala Prince: Heh. Yeah, I guess I'm rather unremarkable, all in all...
Luca: You think some unremarkable schmo could make pacts with a buncha dragons?! ...C'mon, Leif! Back me up here!
Gala Leif: Luca is correct, Your Highness. You have just as much individuality as your siblings.
Gala Prince: Thank you both. But that reminds me, I still had some things I wanted to discuss about Leonidas.
Luca: Ugh. He's the biggest handful of the bunch!
Gala Leif: Prince Leonidas has excelled in both the martial and literary arts since a young age.
Gala Leif: We diligently studied both together as we honed our skills with a blade.
Luca: Together? Wait, I thought you were the guy what taught all the royals how to wave a poker around.
Gala Leif: With Prince Leonidas, it's probably fairer to say we were classmates as opposed to teacher and pupil.
Luca: Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle.
Gala Leif: He was a force of nature who shocked us all by the ease with which he dispatched knights many times his years.
Luca: So he's been strong since he was a kid?
Gala Prince: I heard he absolutely couldn't tolerate losing.
Luca: That would explain how he turned into a guy that's like a burning inferno.
Gala Leif: Yes, you could call him that. Prince Leonidas is an exceptionally strong and fearsome man.
Gala Leif: (I saw that tendency in him long ago, but now...)

Leonidas: Suppose I were to be the one standing in the way of the peace you espouse. Would you put me to the sword?

Gala Leif: (I pray his fire does not blaze so hot that it burns this world to ash...)

Gala Leif: Your Highness, I bring news.
Gala Prince: What is it, Leif?
Gala Leif: Sire, I've received word from Patia that the imperial army makes ready to assault the Halidom.
Gala Leif: And further, the invasion force is none other than the Black Raven Corps, led by Harle.
Gala Prince: Harle?!
Gala Leif: These are no ordinary opponents. We'll need to be amply prepared.
Gala Prince: Summon everyone at once. It's time for a strategy session.

Patia: The Black Ravens advance from woods to the south and mountains to the west. It's likely they hope to catch us in a classic pincer assault.
Ranzal: And to make it worse, they got more bodies and gear than us.
Elisanne: Being forced to split our forces would put us at a disadvantage.
Cleo: Couldn't we cut down the western bridge and just worry about protecting the south?
Gala Leif: No. We must place our attention on the eastern woods.
Luca: Uh, the east? But there's no way to reach the Halidom from that direction.
Gala Leif: If they lack a path, they will make one; Harle excels in attacking opponents in ways they least expect.
Gala Leif: He will predict our strategy of dropping the bridge and not advance from the west OR south.
Patia: Begging your pardon, Captain, but our scouts report their forces in the west and south. There's not a single imperial dog anywhere near the east.
Gala Leif: Their forces will mobilize in the east under cover of night.
Gala Leif: They've intentionally let us learn their battle plan in order to turn our own preparations against us.
Patia: Ah, but you're a keen one, Captain!
Gala Prince: Right. In that case, I'll take the front line and lead everyone to—
Gala Leif: No. The White Sparrows will take the fore.
Gala Leif: I would ask you and the others to remain here and solidify the Halidom's defenses.
Gala Prince: I'm not sending you out there to fight in my place!
Gala Prince: I've heard plenty about the strength of the Black Raven Corps—the White Sparrows shouldn't take them on alone!
Gala Leif: I know well Harle's particular brand of cunning. I believe I can predict what he will do and think of ample ways to outsmart him at his own game.
Gala Leif: We cannot permit the Halidom to fall, Your Highness. You MUST safeguard it.
Gala Prince: ...Okay, I understand. But be careful.
Gala Leif: Then I entrust His Highness to you all.
Luca: We'll keep him safer'n a safe! ...That's a thing, right?

Gala Leif: (I knew we would face each other in battle one day, Harle...)

Gala Leif: Haah!
Gala Leif: Hrk... They just keep coming!
Harle: My, my. Already out of breath, are we?
Harle: Tsk! These foes are SO persistent.
Gala Leif: Harle, no! Don't break formation!
Fiend: Graaargh!
Alberian Soldier: Look out! A fiend's attacking in the spot Harle left unprotected!
Harle: Yes, that's it... Stay riiiight there so I can... HAAAAH!
Gala Leif: Harle! How dare you use an ally as bait!
Harle: This is hardly the time for your moral sermonizing. Look behind you.
Harle: The result is all that matters—in all things. Oh, and you can start thanking me whenever you like.
Gala Leif: You are far too reckless.
Harle: That's only a problem if you don't win.
Gala Leif: Enough chatter! The battle isn't over!
Harle: Oh, very well. Let's get this over with.

Gala Leif: ...We managed to finish this without any needless casualties. Now rest yourselves and prepare for the next sortie.
Alberian Soldiers: Yes, sir!
Harle: Sheesh. THAT took long enough.
Gala Leif: Come here, Harle.
Harle: Another lecture, is it? ...Joy.
Gala Leif: If you know what I'm going to say, perhaps you should not put comrades in harm's way in the first place. Why would you DO such a thing?
Harle: Is it not obvious? To win. What else is there we need concern ourselves with?
Gala Leif: You're saying that if it means victory, you're willing to resort to any means no matter how cowardly or despicable?
Gala Leif: Victory at any cost is no victory at all! Have you no sense of knighthood?!
Harle: I do this BECAUSE I'm a knight. It's our job to fight, which means it's our job to WIN.
Harle: And if victory cannot be achieved, is it not every knight's dearest ambition to perish honorably for the sake of liege and land?
Harle: Although I suppose there isn't really any liege TRULY worth serving...
Gala Leif: You forget yourself.
Harle: Enlighten me, then! What manner of person is a liege worth serving?
Gala Leif: A wise sovereign who considers the kingdom and serves her people.
Gala Leif: In much the same way, our duty is to serve the kingdom and her people while protecting the royal family.
Harle: A banal reply. Wholly tedious.
Gala Leif: Then please, enlighten me.
Harle: Oh, I have no idea. That's why I'm asking you, the very model of knighthood. But I can say one thing...
Harle: If there is no liege worth serving, I wonder if there is even a such a thing as true knighthood?
Gala Leif: ......

Gala Leif: (Even back then, I couldn't read what he was thinking...)
Gala Leif: A liege truly worth serving...
Gala Leif: Did you find your answer to that question in the Dyrenell Empire, Harle?

Harle: All troops, assume formation. Our assault begins now.
Black Raven Corps: Yes, sir!
Black Raven Corps Soldier 1: Captain Harle, we've enemies incoming! It's the White Sparrow Corps!
Harle: Well, how utterly delightful.
Harle: Do not lose composure! White Sparrows or no, they are but a small, mewling force! All they will find with us is blood and dust!

Gala Leif: White Sparrows, charge! We shall break through and strike their core!
Patia: Understood, Captain! Haaaaah!
Black Raven Corps Soldier 1: Nnngh!
Patia: Follow me, everyone!
White Sparrow Corps: HOO-RAH!
Harle: My, but you are a boisterous little lass. Let's shut you up, shall we?
Gala Leif: Your opponent is me, Harle—and I will not let you anywhere near the Halidom!
Harle: Ah, Leif. Reunited at last.
Gala Leif: Harle... You once served the kingdom the same as I, and yet now you turn your blade against His Highness. This I cannot abide!
Gala Leif: You are a disgrace as a knight!
Harle: Aaaah ha ha! Oh, but that is rich! YOU would speak to ME about disgrace?
Harle: It is the height of comedy that a disloyal cur who stabbed Empress Zethia in the back would think to lecture another on the way of knighthood!
Harle: Have you taken up a new occupation as a jester, perhaps? Shall I pelt you with moldy fruit from the boxes?
Gala Leif: Say what you will! Haah!
Harle: Hmph... Weak!
Harle: Have you noticed how your sword falters?
Gala Leif: What are you...?
Harle: You once told me that a knight's duty is to protect the royal family.
Harle: Those words are the rantings of a fool!
Harle: With the royal family now splintered, not only can we not protect them all, but none wish for us to do so!
Gala Leif: !
Harle: I know you understand this, else why would your blade falter as it does?
Gala Leif: ...It's true. Things are as you say.
Gala Leif: The sovereign I serve is only one of many who might eventually sit upon the throne.
Gala Leif: Still, I wish for each member of the royal family to find happiness and peace.
Harle: And I'm telling you that dream is impossible! Pull your head from the clouds and face—
Gala Leif: But there is one person who can achieve that goal.
Gala Leif: He is a tireless seeker of peace, and if he becomes king, he will fight to protect both the peace of the realm AND the stability of the royal family.
Gala Leif: His Highness Euden is a lord who ought be served!
Harle: Ahhh, there it is at last: You would see that traitorous whelp made king and pledge your sword to his cause.
Harle: So even the incomparable White Sparrow himself has fallen. ...A true pity.
Gala Leif: I would bear any dishonor gladly if it meant being able to protect His Highness.
Gala Leif: Your nonsense ends here, Harle!
Harle: Tsk! You're as large a pain as ever!
Harle: The White Sparrow Corps' treachery is plain as daylight! Black Raven Corps, annihilate the traitors!
Black Raven Corps: Dys fahr Dyrenell! Dys fahr Dyrenell!
Gala Leif: White Sparrows, now is the time for you to show your devotion to Alberia!
White Sparrow Corps: Vio rhyse Alberia!
Harle: Just as I expected from the Sparrows. You are each elite, and you push my Ravens to their very limits.
Gala Leif: Prepare yourself, Harle. Your clandestine machinations end here.
Harle: Mmm, I wonder which of us will meet our end this day?
Patia: Captain, we're being stormed from our flank! We've been ambushed!
Gala Leif: What?! They planned an ambush HERE?!
Harle: Just as you read my actions, so, too, did I expect you would come for me. I could hardly have not prepared a suitable welcome for you, old friend!
Harle: My prey was ALWAYS the White Sparrows!
Gala Leif: We've been undone!
Patia: We can't hold them off for long, Captain!
Harle: Alas, I imagine this will be the end of our long, complicated relationship. Let us settle things for good, Leif!
Gala Leif: Hrk... H-Harle!
Black Raven Corps Soldier 2: Sir, I bring news! The traitorous prince himself has arrived and is cutting his way through the troops we left in ambush!
Harle: What?!

Gala Prince: There are only a few ambush troops! Let's take them out and join up with Leif and the Sparrows!
Ranzal: Black Ravens? Ha! Black CRAVENS is more like it! ...Damn, that was good. Hope somebody wrote it down.

Harle: This can't be... They should be back defending the castle!
Harle: We're left with no other option. Release the fiends.
Black Raven Corps Soldier 2: But sir, releasing the fiends will turn the battle into an all-out brawl. All of our careful planning will be for naught.
Harle: It's crucial for one to know when to quit. For today, we'll have them expend their troops on the fiends.
Gala Leif: I thought you wanted to settle things, Harle!
Harle: Yes, well, I always was a dirty liar. We'll have to save that for another time.
Gala Leif: Hrk... So many fiends!
Harle: I look forward to seeing just how long you can continue to pontificate on duty and loyalty, Leif! Ta taaaa!

Gala Prince: That was the last of the fiends, and the imperial army has fallen back.
Gala Leif: I thank you for your assistance, Your Highness.
Gala Prince: I'm just glad you're all okay.
Gala Leif: But I requested that you attend to the protection of the castle, Your Highness. Why did you decide to come here?
Gala Prince: Because I had a feeling you were Harle's real target.
Gala Leif: You what?
Gala Prince: I thought he might be putting on a show of attacking the Halidom in order to whittle down the strength of the White Sparrows.
Gala Leif: You predicted Harle's tactics...
Gala Prince: Nothing quite that impressive. Let's just say I was worried and followed my gut.
Elisanne: After hearing His Highness's concerns, we sent a scout to the battlefield.
Ranzal: They saw the ambush and came a'runnin' back to tell us about it.
Gala Leif: You have grown skilled, Your Highness. The day would have been much darker indeed if not for your courage.
Gala Prince: Uh, Leif? Why are you kneeling...?
Gala Leif: The time has come for me to swear my allegiance.
Gala Leif: Your Highness, the White Sparrow Corps has long been granted autonomy by the kingdom of Alberia.
Gala Leif: But from this moment forth, we swear our fealty to you alone!
Gala Leif: You are a ruler worthy of being served.
Gala Prince: I...don't know what to say.
Gala Leif: We serve you alone, and shall work at your side to bring peace to the kingdom.
Gala Prince: And in that case, I swear I will never betray the faith you've placed in me.
Gala Prince: Whatever may come, I will make this a nation where all can live in peace.
Gala Leif: I look forward to the day.
Gala Leif: Know then that the sword of the White Sparrow shall be with you until that glorious moment arrives!

Harle: ...I'm afraid that's impossible. With the situation as it is, there's essentially no chance of saving every single resident of Old Town.
Cecile: It's vexing to say this, but Harle is right. Sometimes hard decisions must be made for the sake of justice.
Leif: So you're telling me to judge which lives take precedence?
Harle: Of course. Does something about that strike you as odd?
Leif: ......
Leif: (I know the logic behind their words is correct, yet I cannot agree to it.)
Leif: (Because my ideal is to help all the people of Alberia, no matter the personal cost.)

Leif: You called for me, Your Highness?
Euden: I did, Lief. Thanks for coming. And sorry to jump right into things, but are you aware of the recent spate of bomb threats?
Leif: I am, Highness. I received multiple reports from my subordinates regarding threats made to areas near the Halidom, and the town of Palena in particular.
Leif: But as of right now, the threats are just that—no one has been hurt, and no demands have been made. Many feel this person simply enjoys creating terror.
Euden: Still, they may not be content with threats forever. I want security tightened up across the kingdom for now.
Euden: And I'd also like you to look into this affair personally.
Leif: Then you would have me investigate the matter rather than command our security operations?
Euden: You were part of the team that dealt with the incident in the old capital, right? I think that experience will prove useful in this situation.
Leif: ...As you command, Your Highness.
Leif: I will work alone so as not to provoke our unseen agitator. I will also shed my armor and conduct my investigation in light civilian garb to avoid undue attention.
Euden: Thanks, Lief. We're all counting on you.

Civilian Leif: (Right then. Time to get to work gathering information. I'll start by finding locals who know about the situation.)
 ???: Oh, wow! Leif?!
Civilian Leif: I'm sorry, do we know each other?
Callan: I'm Callan! You helped me after the incident in Old Town all those years ago.
Civilian Leif: Ah, I see! Perchance were you at the support center for victims of the bombing?
Callan: Yes, I was one of the orphans. You helped me more than you know back then.
Civilian Leif: I merely did what I could. I pray life finds you well now?
Callan: Yes, thanks to the people of town. I'm now an assistant working at this assembly hall.
Civilian Leif: Then we are well met indeed, Callan, for I have come to this place to investigate the recent bomb threats.
Civilian Leif: Might I ask you to share what you know? You may be in possession of some clue without even knowing its significance.
Callan: Of course! I'm happy to help!
Callan: Honestly, it's a huge relief to know you're here investigating things. I've been on pins and needles since those threats started.
Callan: I can't help but think about how my parents died in the bombings back then.
Civilian Leif: You have been brave in the face of painful memories, but I will see that all is put to rights—I swear it.
Civilian Leif: The crown and its people are the twin jewels which make up a kingdom. And as a knight who serves that kingdom, it is my duty to protect them all.
Civilian Leif: So I swear to you again—I will see this latest incident resolved with all speed!
Callan: You're an admirable man, Leif.
Civilian Leif: It is merely my duty as a knight. Now, since the issuance of the threats, have there been any changes of note in town?
Callan: Well, folks have definitely been a lot more cautious. And just this morning there was a threat on the main street that evacuated all the shopkeepers.
Callan: Some of our leaders are actually calling for us to evacuate the town entirely.
Civilian Leif: Thank you for this most useful information. I must now away to investigate that street.

Civilian Leif: Evacuation? More like abandonment. It seems the ghosts of ten years ago are rearing their ugly heads.
Civilian Leif: I must find a clue to resolving this matter as quickly as I can.
Civilian Leif: Hmm? What's that light on the corner?
Civilian Leif: By the Goddess!
Civilian Leif: (Fascinating... It's a magical instrument that automatically casts fire magic after a set amount of time has passed.)
Civilian Leif: (If this is the work of our mysterious threat issuer, it seems they are no longer content to merely bask in the terror caused by their malodorous pronouncements.)
Civilian Leif: I must be rid of this device before it goes off and damages every nearby building.
Boy: Hey, mister! Have you seen my ball?
Civilian Leif: (Fie, a child! How did he get in here?!)
Civilian Leif: Leave this place at once, lad! It isn't safe!
Boy: But I gotta find my baaaaall!
Civilian Leif: A ball can be replaced; a life cannot! Listen to me and hurry away—
Boy: Whoa, that's so bright!
Civilian Leif: No time for talk, lad! RUN!
Boy: Huh? What's going—AAAAH!

Boy: It's burning! I'm scaaaaared!
Civilian Leif: Damnation! It went off! Thankfully the boy and I managed to escape, but the town...
Civilian Leif: (Still, the modus operandi of that device seems familiar to me.)
Civilian Leif: (If I'm right, this is a remote bombing carried out by way of a prohibited magical device...)
Civilian Leif: (Which is exactly like the incident carried out by the anti-monarchy faction in Old Town all those years ago!)

Leif: What?! You're a decoy?!
Insurrectionist: That's right, chum! And while you lot were spinning your heads this way and that trying to chase me down, my comrades set up magical explosives all over Old Town.
Insurrectionist: The moment we want it to, the entire place goes BOOOOM!
Cecile: You would take all the inhabitants of Old Town hostage? How monstrous!
Insurrectionist: Now then, you're going to go and give the ones who hold your leashes a message: We demand the complete and immediate abolition of the monarchy!
Insurrectionist: If it doesn't happen, we'll blow Old Town sky-high and take aaaall of your precious Alberian subjects with it!
Leif: Hostage-taking is bad enough, but you now seek the forfeiture of our beloved royal family's authority on top of it?
Leif: No, such things can wait. Cecile and Harle, take this man to headquarters and await instructions. I will go ahead to Old Town and find a way to disarm the explosives.
Leif: Meet me there when you are finished.
Cecile: Stop, Leif! Think about this for a moment! We don't even know if you CAN disarm those explosives!
Leif: There is no other option if we hope to save all the people of Old Town.
Harle: ...I'm afraid that's impossible. With the situation as it is, there's essentially no chance of saving every single resident of Old Town.
Leif: Ah!
Harle: That man's deadline bears down on us. There is no time to search for devices whose locations are completely unknown.
Harle: And continuing to bet on those ever- shrinking odds smacks of hubris.
Leif: But Harle—
Cecile: It's vexing to say this, but Harle is right. Sometimes hard decisions must be made for the sake of justice.
Cecile: Believe me, I want to save these people as much as you—which is why we should now apply our efforts to evacuating them.
Cecile: We won't be able to save everyone, but we'll be able to save some—and I think that is the best outcome we can hope for.
Leif: So you're telling me to judge which lives take precedence?
Harle: Of course. Does something about that strike you as odd?
Leif: I hear the truth of your words, and yet I cannot abide the though of condemning even a single person to death.
Leif: So long as a hint of possibility remains, I refuse to give up on saving everyone.
Cecile: Leif, wait!
Harle: That man could find the upside of a tornado. It's nauseating.

Civilian Leif: ......
Callan: Leif! You're back!
Callan: I heard there was an explosion on the main street. Are you okay?
Civilian Leif: Yes. My apologies for worrying you.
Civilian Leif: Still, perhaps you can help me with something. This bombing used a magical explosive. It's the same sort of method as the past incident.
Callan: Well, that's troubling. Do you think they're connected somehow?
Civilian Leif: I cannot say for certain as yet. Honestly, I don't even have a good motive.
Civilian Leif: But the older incident was aimed at abolishing the monarchy. Has there been similar seditious talk here?
Callan: Not that I've heard—and I would know, considering I work at the assembly hall and talk to people all day long.
Callan: But if I do hear anything like that, I'll come to you straightaway.
Civilian Leif: Thank you. Still...hmm. Perhaps I am grasping for a between the incidents when none actually exists.
Civilian Leif: But if that is the case, why in the Goddess's name are they DOING this?
Cecile: Maybe we can think on that together.
Cecile: See, 'cause I bet all of this has something to do with what I'm looking into.
Civilian Leif: Cecile! What are you doing here?!
Cecile: Chelle asked me to handle a little investigation for her, and this city's assembly hall was my next stop to gather some intelligence.
Cecile: And what do I find but a familiar voice talking about something very interesting. Mind filling me in?
Civilian Leif: Of course. Here is what I know...

Cecile: ...Interesting.
Cecile: This is just my personal take, but I agree that it's highly likely the explosive devices being used here are the same type from the previous incident.
Civilian Leif: Oh? Do you know something?
Cecile: Yes. In fact, that's what I was sent here for.
Cecile: Lately, the rumor mill has been abuzz with talk of magical explosives from the north being smuggled through Chanzelia.
Cecile: Apparently they're the same kind as the ones from the previous incident, and my job is to look into it and find whoever is responsible.
Cecile: And right as I arrive here to investigate, boom, we get an explosion.
Cecile: So I'm thinking we're after the same folks here, old friend.
Civilian Leif: And I think you're right.
Civilian Leif: In that case, might I beg your aid? I could not face my liege or the White Sparrows again if I fail this mission—my honor as a knight would be forever tainted.
Cecile: Honor... Kniiiight... GYAAAAAH! I need a Manachew!
Cecile: *CRUUUUNCH* Phew, okay. That's better... Uh, I mean, I also want to see this case solved! For my pride as...a mercenary.
Cecile: Anyway, seeing as how one of these things already went off, we'd better hurry.
Cecile: There could be undetonated explosives at the other threatened sites.
Cecile: We should check just to be sure.
Civilian Leif: Agreed. Let us be off.

Civilian Leif: ...So in addition to the main street, this alley has also been the target of numerous threats.
Civilian Leif: Out of an abundance of caution, I had the area evacuated. If there is anything dangerous here, now is the time to find and deal with it.
Cecile: I'm on it.

Civilian Leif: ...Have you found anything?
Cecile: Nope. No familiar explosive devices, and nothing that even looks remotely weird.
Cecile: Given that we still haven't found any even after all this searching, maybe the other threats were just meant to throw us off.
Civilian Leif: Whatever the case, there's little more we can do here. We should be off.
Callan: Leif! There you are!
Civilian Leif: You shouldn't be here, Callan! It's dangerous!
Callan: I know, and I'm sorry. It's just that you didn't come back and I got worried and... Well, here I am, I guess.
Callan: At least eat this, all right? I'll head back once you get something in your stomach.
Civilian Leif: Thank you. Cecile, you should have so—
Cecile: No time.
Cecile: We need to get out of here. Now!
Civilian Leif: Why, did you find somethi—Ah!
Civilian Leif: (That's the same kind of device as before, and it's activated!)
Civilian Leif: RUN, CALLAN!
Callan: Oh... It's going to explode...
Civilian Leif: Don't just stand there! Move!
Civilian Leif: (Is he frozen in place by his memories of the last incident?!)
Civilian Leif: There is no choice—I have to shield him with my own body!

Leif & Callan: Aaaaaaah!

Civilian Leif: Callan! Callan, are you all right?!
Callan: ......
Civilian Leif: (Those burns on his legs... He must have lost consciousness from the pain... I failed to fully protect him!)

Civilian Leif: (This is just like before... The burning... The faces twisted in agony...)
Civilian Leif: (They died helpless... By the Goddess, have I made the same mistake again?)
Civilian Leif: Did I fail the people of Alberia again? Is my dream destined to wither and die?

Leif: *huff* *pant*
Citizen of the Old Town 1: ......
Citizen of the Old Town 2: ......
Leif: Damnation! I'm too late here too!
Leif: (But I still can't give up. I have to save everyone I can, even if it's just one more!)
Leif: Ah! I think that sound came from the southern district!
Leif: It sounded like a tremendous explosion. I must hurry!

Leif: What?!
Knight 1: No survivors over here. They're in the hands of the Goddess now—the best we can do is bring in the clergy later.
Knight 2: Hey! There's a child alive over here! I think his parents protected him!
Leif: How could this have happened when the knights themselves were here...?
Harle: Because we did not have enough of us for the scale of the problem.
Leif: Harle! Cecile! What are you doing here?
Cecile: After I asked HQ for instructions, I came to Old Town with as many people as we could muster. But...we failed...
Cecile: If I were a little stronger, maybe I could have saved more people...
Cecile: Aaargh! I hate feeling powerless!
Harle: Yes, she is quite correct. With the aid of another strong knight, we would likely have been able to push aside the rubble before it fell.
Harle: Had you not chosen the foolish route, Leif, we could have saved some of those lives.
Leif: !
Cecile: Quiet, Harle! Leif was trying to help!
Leif: No. He's right.
Cecile: Leif, no...
Leif: Harle is right. It's my fault that those people are dead.
Leif: I boasted of disarming all the explosives, yet failed to do so. As a result, I was able to help no one.
Leif: In the end, all my talk of ideals was merely wind. I did nothing to actually live up to them.
Leif: I am a powerless fool!

Civilian Leif: Nnngh... Where am I...?
Cecile: Shhh. Easy, Leif. Don't try to move, okay? You're at the inn behind the assembly hall. Do you remember anything from before you lost consciousness?
Civilian Leif: I...I was investigating the incident, and... Ah! Callan!
Cecile: He sustained some burns, but will live. He's being treated at the church.
Cecile: Hey, but are YOU okay? You were tossing and moaning something fierce while you were out.
Civilian Leif: Physically, yes. I am well. But my mind... I fear I was reliving the experience back on that day once more.
Cecile: !
Civilian Leif: Ever since that day, I worried my blustery words of idealism were without meaning and strove never to repeat my mistakes.
Civilian Leif: I also attempted to make what amends I could by supporting the facility that gave aid to the victims.
Civilian Leif: And when I took up the position of the White Sparrow captain and gained many reliable subordinates, I started to believe again that my dream might be possible.
Civilian Leif: But now I find myself right back where I started!
Civilian Leif: Perhaps, in the final analysis, I truly am incapable of realizing my ideals.
Cecile: This kind of talk isn't like you, Leif. You normally shine so brightly that... that you kind of scare me.
Cecile: Listen, Leif. Ideals are distant. Ephemeral. I know that lesson so well it hurts.
Cecile: They're pretty, but they're so easy to break. Like a castle made of glass.
Civilian Leif: I'm sorry. I know you have had much pain in your own life.
Cecile: You're right. I did a lot of terrible things in the name of loyalty, and in doing so lost sight of my own sense of honor.
Cecile: But since reuniting with you, I feel like I've gotten back on my feet in a way. Like I can look towards knighthood and ideals again, and like I WANT to do it.
Cecile: But doing all of that right away? Never. No matter how much I may want to, I have to conquer my fear first.
Cecile: All of this because I had my ideals shattered and suffered a setback... What a coward I am.
Cecile: But you're different, Leif.
Civilian Leif: !
Cecile: Your ideals were shattered back then, but you never gave up.
Cecile: You got a front-row seat to seeing the gap between ideals and reality, but you still kept believing in them and working hard enough to practically cough up blood.
Cecile: That's why your eyes still sparkle. Even now, where you're allowing yourself a rare moment of doubt, your flame still hasn't burned out.
Cecile: And that means you haven't given up.
Civilian Leif: ......
Civilian Leif: You're right. I haven't. And I won't.
Civilian Leif: No matter how painful and thorny the road may be, I won't give up. That is my true, unvarnished intention.
Cecile: OKAY, STOOOOOP! Look, I know I was encouraging you and all, but I can't deal when you get all bright and shiny noooo!
Civilian Leif: Cecile! Are you all right?!
Cecile: *CHOMP* *CRUNCH* *GNASH* *SHATTER*
Cecile: Hoooo! Yeah, I'm all good now. So long as I've got my Manachew, I'm solid as a rock.
Cecile: Looks like you've cooled off a bit too.
Civilian Leif: Thanks to you. Your fine words of encouragement have enabled me to rise to my feet once more.
Civilian Leif: I can still act. I have dreams to make into reality, and this is not the time nor the place to be losing heart.
Civilian Leif: ...Hmm? What's that?
Callan: Um, it's me. My treatment is done, so I wanted to come see you.
Civilian Leif: How are your burns, Callan?
Callan: They're okay. I mean, everything hurts, but I can still walk, and they said I just need to rest for a while and I'll recover.
Civilian Leif: Then the dark cloud has a silver lining. Still, I must apologize, for it seems all I do is fail in my attempts to protect you.
Callan: Don't apologize, Leif! It was my fault for just blundering in there!
Civilian Leif: Yet the truth remains that I could not protect you, just as I could not protect your parents all those years ago.
Callan: ......
Civilian Leif: But I will not make the same mistake again. I will solve this crime—I swear it.
Callan: I believe in you, Leif.

Civilian Leif: Hmm. Another day of no bomb threats, and no bombings.
Civilian Leif: It's been quiet ever since the last bombing. One can only hope this is because I asked His Highness to bulk up security.
Cecile: Yes, perhaps. Regardless, the investigation has seen some progress thanks to you.
Cecile: I managed to get a lock on the smuggling route for the magical explosives.
Civilian Leif: Truly?!
Cecile: Yep. I caught a smuggler, and now I'm starting to form a picture of the buyer in the south who wanted the explosives.
Cecile: The buyer is an individual. Furthermore, it's likely he's an ordinary citizen living in this city.
Civilian Leif: A single individual, is it? Hmm...
Cecile: Do you know who it is?
Civilian Leif: Nothing concrete, but...
Callan: Terrible news, Leif! We just got word of a bomb threat that's supposed to happen in the square in front of the church tonight!
Civilian Leif: Tonight?! I don't think that gives us enough time to lead an evacuation!
Civilian Leif: Well, we've no choice but to try. Oh, and send urgent word to His Highness, as well.
Civilian Leif: We will also scramble the White Sparrow Corps. I'm taking direct command of all security preparations.
Cecile: And what about me? Want me to serve with the Sparrows under your command?
Civilian Leif: No, I want you to keep following the smuggling route leads.
Civilian Leif: In particular, I want you to identify the individual buyer as quickly as possible.
Callan: Er...
Cecile: Understood. Be careful...both of you.
Callan: Oh, I will be. My legs are finally better, so the last thing I want is to be hurt again.
Callan: I know tonight's going to be the main event, so give it all you've got, Leif.
Civilian Leif: I swore to you that I would see this solved, and I intend to do just that.

White Sparrow Corps: Remain calm and make for a safe location! If you have wounded, bring them here!
White Sparrow Corps: And if you spot any suspicious objects, inform one of the Sparrows at once!
White Sparrow Corps: We just had another explosion on the outskirts of the city! They're going off all over the damn place!
White Sparrow Corps: Must have seen how tight our security was and decided to up the ante. I'm not sure we're going to be able to protect the citizens at this rate...
Town Citizen: Waaah! Papa! Mama! Help meee!
White Sparrow Corps: Courage, little one. I have you.
Town Citizen: Thank you!
White Sparrow Corps: You're very welcome. Now then, if you can walk, make your way to yonder tent. They can heal any minor injures you may have suffered.
Town Citizen: Okay! But you be safe too—and please make sure to help everybody!
White Sparrow Corps: We will help them all. You have that on my honor as a White Sparrow.
White Sparrow Corps: Damn! Another explosion! Well, this is no time for worry—we have to protect as many of these people as we can.
White Sparrow Corps: Thanks to Captain Leif's command, we've avoided any major casualties so far.

Bomber: Ah, a city in flames... What a lovely sight.
Bomber: The brave Sparrows are doubtless running about like headless birds at the moment, which is exactly what they deserve.
Bomber: The more casualties in these bombings, the more it will hurt him...
Bomber: Yes! I want to see him hurting! I want to see him suffer! And when his spirit finally lies broken upon the bloody ground, my wish will be fulfilled.
Bomber: All I have to do is detonate the rest of the explosives at the same time.
Bomber: Finally, the end is near. Heh heh... Aaaaah ha ha ha ha! BOOOOOOOM!

Bomber: ...Huh? What's happening?! Why aren't any of the other bombs going off?!
Civilian Leif: Because we just finished disabling the last one.
Bomber: Ah! You!
Civilian Leif: It was taken down to the wire, but we managed to pull it off before the worst of the casualties could occur.
Civilian Leif: Remember what I promised you? For the sake of achieving my ideal of peace in Alberia, I will not repeat the mistakes of the past.
Civilian Leif: ...Isn't that right, Callan?

Civilian Leif: ...Isn't that right, Callan?
Callan: *gasp*
Cecile: Oh, you're not getting away. Smuggling explosives from the north? Detonating them in the city? Your crimes are heavy indeed.
Callan: But how did you know to come here? And how did you figure out it was me?
Civilian Leif: I have been doubting you for some time, so I decided to have Cecile follow you.
Cecile: In the form of investigating the smuggling. And thus, I caught you red-handed. Simple as that.
Callan: So when did you start to doubt me?
Civilian Leif: Around the time of the second bombing.
Civilian Leif: Cecile and I spent all our energies trying to find the bomb and came up with nothing until you arrived on the scene.
Civilian Leif: Which makes perfect sense if I consider that it was placed there by you.
Civilian Leif: It also caught my attention that, since that incident, there had been a few threats, but actual bombings had ceased.
Cecile: That overlaps with the period of time you were recovering from your burned legs. It all adds up.
Callan: ......
Civilian Leif: But your actions this morning were what clinched it. When we were talking about the smuggler, you flinched when we said the word "individual."
Civilian Leif: It was a slight reaction, but one I could not overlook. In addition, when you were encouraging me, you said that tonight would be "the main event."
Civilian Leif: You couldn't have known things would come to a head tonight unless you were the one behind it all.
Callan: !
Civilian Leif: Based on these suspicions, I surmised that this bombing incident wasn't the work of a group but of an individual—you.
Civilian Leif: But as I lacked proof, I told you I would take command of the city's guidance so you would let your guard down, then had Cecile follow you.
Callan: And I fell for it like a fool.
Callan: Does it feel good to outsmart a stupid kid?
Civilian Leif: With all my heart, Callan, I did not wish to believe that you were responsible for this.
Civilian Leif: Why? Why would you do such a thing, sowing terror and pain without making even a single demand?
Callan: Because I hate you.
Civilian Leif: !
Callan: I didn't make demands because I don't have any. This was always about revenge.
Callan: Back then, you were so in love with your grand ideals that you prioritized them over saving my parents' lives.

Young Callan: Waaaah! Waaah! Mommy... Daddy...
Harle: Yes, she is quite correct.
Young Callan: Huh? Who's that?

Harle: Had you not chosen the foolish route, Leif, we could have saved some of those lives.
Leif: Harle is right. It's my fault that those people are dead.
Leif: In the end, all my talk of ideals was merely wind. I did nothing to actually live up to them.
Young Callan: What?
Young Callan: So if that man had just come sooner, Mom and Dad would still be alive?
Young Callan: They died because he had some stupid ideal he wanted to hold onto?

Callan: Think of what it means to a child to learn that your parents are dead because of some knight's hollow desires.
Callan: I heard that the culprits were caught and punished shortly after the incident, yet you walked away scot-free.
Callan: And on top of it, you have no remorse! You continue to be a knight without a care as you tout your pathetic "ideals"!
Callan: So that's why I wanted to shatter them once and for all.
Callan: I lured you with the bomb threats, then caused the incident so I could see your reaction up close.
Callan: I wanted you to despair. To suffer. I wanted to shatter your ideals into tiny pieces. You want a motive? There it is.
Cecile: You put the people of this city through such horror for THAT?!
Civilian Leif: No, Cecile. I...I understand him.
Cecile: But...
Civilian Leif: His actions are, of course, unacceptable. But the reason for his being driven to this point is mine.
Civilian Leif: I'm sorry I couldn't save your parents, Callan. I truly am.
Callan: ......
Civilian Leif: But if you wanted to crush my spirit, I fear you have failed utterly—for I swore never to repeat that mistake.
Civilian Leif: That's why I worked to evacuate everyone to safety while trying to disarm the bombs.
Civilian Leif: To that end, I set up security, undertook extensive rescue efforts, and turned to the Halidom for aid before standing on the front lines myself.
Civilian Leif: As I've aged, I've worked hard, grown stronger, and made new friends in order to realize my ideals.
Callan: And you think that means you've overcome the mistakes of your past?
Civilian Leif: No. Sadly, my mistakes will ever remain. But that is no reason to stop working toward my dreams.
Callan: You're an idiot and your ideals are a fantasy! You can't save everyone—hell, you can't even save ME, because I'm going to be condemned to death for my crimes!
Callan: Don't you get it? Your ideals have been doomed to failure from the start!
Civilian Leif: I will not see you condemned to death so thoughtlessly. That's another reason why I worked to minimize the damage caused by this incident.
Callan: Huh?
Civilian Leif: I want to save the people of the city, and that includes you—though you will still have to answer for the crimes you did manage to commit.
Civilian Leif: The crown and the people are the twin jewels which make up a kingdom. And as a knight in service to that kingdom, it is my dream to protect them all.
Civilian Leif: So I will reach out to you again and again until the day I finally save you.
Callan: Enough! I won't hear one more word about how wonderful and perfect you are, Leif! It all makes me sick!
Callan: This will all have been a waste if I don't crush your dream to bits here and now.
Cecile: Hey! ...Stop! It's pointless to keep resisting! You've got nowhere to run!
Callan: I'm not running! Not when I have this.
Civilian Leif: A knife?! Callan, no! DON'T!
Civilian Leif: Callan!
Callan: Too late, Leif...just like always.
Civilian Leif: Lie still. I'm going to get help.
Callan: See? You failed to save someone...again.
Civilian Leif: Fie, but this wound is deep... Why, Callan? Why go this far?!
Callan: Ah, there is the face I wanted to see. Do you feel despair, Leif? Do you know...pain?
Callan: Your ideals...are naught but dust in the wind...
Civilian Leif: !
Cecile: Are you all right, Leif?
Civilian Leif: ......
Cecile: C'mon, don't let this chump break your spirit. You're better than that.
Civilian Leif: I am well. Thank you.
Civilian Leif: I am not broken, and I will never surrender my ideals.
Cecile: (You're going to get back up again... Even with such pain in your heart, you're going to get up again!)
Civilian Leif: It hurts to fail yet again, and I feel terrific anger at my own sense of powerlessness. But I must not let myself be broken by it.
Civilian Leif: I cannot yield my ideals if I hope to see true peace in Alberia, for I am a knight who serves my regent and kingdom.
Civilian Leif: So I will carve Callan's death into my heart just as I did my past mistakes.
Civilian Leif: I will forever caution myself not to become so caught up in my dreams that I lose sight of reality and bring about new sadness.
Civilian Leif: I will save all of Alberia's people. This I swear!