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Chapter 24x: The Altar of Loptous
- Leif: Is this the place...?
- August: Indeed. We're already inside the Loptians' secret temple. Stay alert, Prince Leif!
- Leif: It certainly looks how you'd expect a hidden Loptian enclave to. Everything is so dark, I can barely see past my own nose. Where could Eyvel be?
- August: That I don't know, I'm afraid. We've little choice but to search until we find her.
Conversation (Leif, Eyvel)
- Eyvel: ……
- Leif: Eyvel! Come on, Eyvel!
- Eyvel: ……
- Leif: Eyvel! It's me, Leif! Can you hear me?!
- Eyvel: Leif... L-Lord... Leif... Ah! Little Lord! What are you doing here?! You gotta break out of here, and fast!
- Leif: Eyvel... Things are very different now than when you were last awake...
- Eyvel: Different? What's gotten into your head? We're still in the same—Huh? Wait, what is this place...?
- Leif: Eyvel... Thank goodness... You're just like how you were before.
- Eyvel: Little Leif... Just what the hell happened to me?
- Leif: I'm sorry, but there's not enough time for me to explain everything... All you need to know is that we're fighting to liberate Thracia from the Empire, and we're in the middle of recapturing Manster right now! We need your strength now more than ever, Eyvel!
- Eyvel: Heh... Already too old to keep calling me "Commander," I see. A lot must have happened... All right, we'll talk later. But we'll have time to catch up after this battle, right?
- Leif: Of course! There's so much I want to tell you, Eyvel...
Conversation (Mareeta, Eyvel)
- Eyvel: ……
- Mareeta: Mother! Hang on, Mother!
- Eyvel: ……
- Mareeta: Mother! Can't you hear me?!
- Eyvel: ……
- Mareeta: I'm so sorry, Mother... I... I...
- Eyvel: ...What are you crying for, Mareeta?
- Mareeta: Huh? M-Mother?!
- Eyvel: Good, you're back to your senses... Now c'mon, we gotta get out of here before—Huh? Wait, what is this place...?
- Mareeta: Mother! You're all right...!
- Eyvel: 'Course I am! What, you thought Raydrik's goons would be able to do me in? Give your old mom some credit! Speaking of him, just where did that dastard run off to? And how'd we end up here...?
- Mareeta: Raydrik, he's... he's already dead. We killed him. Oh, Mother, so much has happened... One of the Loptian bishops working for Raydrik had... turned you to stone...
- Eyvel: Loptian bishop...? That's right! That bald guy in the robe! I only saw him for a second, and then... ...That man is dangerous. Where is he?
- Mareeta: He's the one we're hunting now. We've taken the fight to the Loptians' home—this is their secret stronghold in Thracia! Mother, please, we need your help! I've prayed for the day when I could fight alongside you again!
- Eyvel: You don't even have to ask, Mareeta. I'll always have your back, no matter what! Still... Not to bring down the mood, but I'm sorry for everything. I can tell I must've put you kids through a lot...
- Mareeta: Mother…
After beating the map
- Leif: Eyvel... I wanted so badly to see you again... Every day we spent fighting the Empire this past year was another night I spent dreaming of this reunion... And now that dream has come true. I'm so glad you're all right...
- Eyvel: Has it already been a whole year since that day in the arena? Ah, Little Lord... Well, I guess you're not so little anymore. You're a man now—and a real prince, at that.
- Leif: Eyvel... I realized I never thanked you. It's only because of you that I was able to have a peaceful childhood. For three happy years, I was able to play with the other kids in Fiana, spending every day just as carefree as a normal boy... I learned how to fight, and I even roughhoused with the other children... Do you remember how many times you had to scold me, Eyvel? Even that could be fun, sometimes... I'd spent my life on the run, and it was just another new experience for me. We didn't share blood, but we were a family: Finn was my father, you were my mother, and Nanna and Mareeta were my sisters. And I got to make friends with boys my own age, like Orsin and Halvan. Back then, the only thing I wanted was for those days to go on forever... I have you to thank for all that, Eyvel. You let me experience what having a mother was like... You gave me back the warmth of family that I'd forgotten so long ago...
- Eyvel: Oh, Little Leif... I still remember the day you entered my life. You and Little Nan wandered into the village with Finn, who was hurt so badly he could hardly manage to stay atop his horse. Little Nan was begging me to save her father, her cute eyes turned red with tears, and all I could think to do was hug her. But you... Heh, that's when I knew there was something different about you. You just looked me dead in the eye, held up the sword that was on your belt, and said, "I'll give you this if you help him." Wasn't till later that I realized how much it meant to you. I heard the blade was an heirloom—belonged to your mother, right? But I remember wondering, "Just what kind of ordeal must these three have been through to make this little boy so calm right now?" ...I can't remember my own childhood, Little Lord. Ten years ago, the villagers of Ith found me washed up on the shore. I don't know anything about what I did before that... Who was I...? Did I have a husband? Kids? I don't have the slightest idea. But when I first met you two, I realized something real bad must've happened to me in my own youth, too. So I figured, if I couldn't remember my own childhood, I could do the next best thing and give a childhood to two kids that needed one. Never imagined you would turn out to be the Prince of Leonster, though...
If Nanna is alive
- Nanna: Eyvel... Truth be told, I was always jealous of Mareeta. I would look at her and think, "If only I had a mother I could depend on, like she does." I cried about that more times than I can count. But I never realized I did have a mother all along: you, Eyvel. You found a way to love all of us equally, without condition. I'll never be able to express my gratitude for that...
- Eyvel: Oh, Little Lady... C'mon, you're the Princess of Nordion! The blood of Hezul runs in your veins! There's no doubt in my mind your mother is out there somewhere, alive. I mean, look what happened to me! Stranger things have happened. You just keep watching out for Little Leif. Never give up. You'll find her again someday...
If Dagdar is alive
- Dagdar: It's good to have ya back, Eyvel. I been tryin' to help these lads as best I could, but nobody could ever replace you.
- Eyvel: You don't give yourself enough credit, Dagdar. Without your help defending Fiana, I don't know if I could've survived as long as I have. We made quite the team...
- Dagdar: D-Don't be stupid...! I, uh, didn't really do much...
If Tanya is alive
- Tanya: Papa, your face is all red! Cut it out! You're so embarrassing!
If Halvan is alive
- Halvan: Commander... It wasn't just Lord Leif. You've been like a mother to all the children of Fiana—especially me and my little sister. After we lost our parents, you were there to watch over us. You practically raised us. So I... I've been fighting this whole time just to get you back.
- Eyvel: Halvan... I'm sorry for everything I've put you through. When this is all over, let's head back to Fiana together. Heh, poor little Patricia probably worried herself half to death over us...
If Orsin is alive
- Orsin: Like a mother, huh...? Well, Ma passed a long time ago, but Pa ain't going anywhere. Guess having that old coot around is still better than not having anyone. I think I finally get that now...
- Eyvel: I'm happy to hear you say that, you big lug. You've got it better than somebody like Halvan. Orsin... Take good care of your father when you make it back to Fiana, you hear?
If Mareeta is alive
- Eyvel: Mareeta? What are you doing there all by yourself?
Is something wrong?”
- Mareeta: Mother…”
- Eyvel: Come now… Your tears are ruining your pretty face. Here, wipe them off…”
- Mareeta: Mother! I, I…”
- Eyvel: It’s all right… Everything is going to be all right, Mareeta…”
If Galzus is alive
- Eyvel: Who are you…?”
- Galzus: I was going to just leave…but I felt I had to say something. Thank you… Thank you for taking care of my daughter.”
Eyvel: “Then… You’re Mareeta’s…”
Galzus: “That’s right… Her mother died soon after her birth, but after that I took her along on my travels. And then one day… Just when I let her out of my sight a few seconds, a slave trader snatched her away from me…”
Eyvel: “At one of the slave markets in Conort, I saw a little girl chained up and being sold. In my anger, I murdered all of the guards and slave traders… When I freed the girl and asked her name, she told me it was Mareeta. She said she was with her father, so I looked around with her, but I wasn’t able to find him.”
Galzus: “No…it was my responsibility. Trying to travel with a small child was a foolish decision to begin with. Mareeta was happy living with you. I might sound a little demanding, but… Would you take care of her from now on as well…?”
Eyvel: “Yes, of course. Mareeta is my daughter now… I wouldn’t give her back to you even if you asked.”
Galzus: “I see… Once this battle ends, I’ll be going off on my travels once more. I doubt we’ll ever meet again.”
Eyvel: “Galzus… I have just one thing to ask of you.”
Galzus: “What is it? I’ll be happy to do anything that I can…”
Eyvel: “Would you stop by Fiana Village just once a year? That’s all I ask…”
Galzus: “…… Yes… I will.”
If Finn is alive
- Finn: Eyvel… You’ve done so much for us. You have my thanks.”
Eyvel: “You also have mine, Finn. One would be hard-pressed to find such a fine knight like you on this continent. You are truly honorable.”
- Finn: Eyvel… …I wasn’t going to tell you this, but after hearing your conversation with Lord Leaf, I can’t keep it inside any longer. I know someone who looks very much like you…”
Eyvel: “Like me…? Are you sure, Finn?”
Finn: “Yes… Back when I was fighting alongside Lord Cuan, there was a beautiful warrior in Lord Sigurd’s army. As she stood there with her long blonde hair flowing in the wind, her sheer beauty reminded me a goddess. She was the heir to the Yungvi family, who had inherited the holy bow, the Ichival. Her name was…Briggid…”
Eyvel: “Briggid… Are you trying to say that I am that person?”
Eyvel: “I never knew you were such a romantic, Finn… If I was indeed a descendant of the Holy Warriors, I would have markings somewhere on my body. But alas, I don’t. You have the wrong person, Finn. My name is Eyvel…a traveling mercenary…”