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What's that sound?

Sounds like steam.

How?

Definitely steam. They're back!

I know I backed the right one! This is where Vina hid her joker!

Morgan, we've got the Steam Knights on our side!

There are Steam Knights left in Londinium? Here?

Are they guarding the Mausoleum of Kings? The Sighs of Kings?

Ha, who cares what they're doing?

Vina is their king!

When we come out up top with the Steam Knights, those Sarkaz will... hey, Morgan, what's that look on your face for?

Vina's gonna get the Sighs of Kings.

Four years. The Steam Knights have stayed by the sword for four years, in this sunless dungeon.

They didn't show up when the Sarkaz occupied the city. They didn't show up when the Sarkaz took over the factories. They didn't show up when the Sarkaz burned the noble houses.

What do they think?

Are they gonna side with intruders into the Mausoleum of Kings?

Who's there?!

Take your weapon, Morgan.

They're strong... they're all around us.

Hah, this is getting interesting.

Why are the hoodlums of Norport here?

The Glasgow Gang? Under Alexandrina?

Show your face, now!

Hmph. There are enough variables without that sound of gushing steam rising in Londinium again.

What would the Duke think if she knew there were survivors among the Steam Knights?

Would she be uneasy? Or glad that the glorious heroes of old have returned?

Ha, glory...

Let's take care of the hoodlums. Don't let them get in Allerdale's way.

(Heavy gushing)

...Steam Knights.

Four years... there are survivors among the Steam Knights?

Those marks... they should have been lethal wounds. The Sarkaz spikes destroyed the cores. There's no way the wearer would survive.

Plus, no one could enter or leave the Mausoleum of Kings without the royal key.

He's spent four years in this dark dungeon...

Even if he survived the initial carnage, how could he have survived in this place?

......

What does the man in the armor look like now?

(Heavy gushing)

......

Who are... you...?

No... what are you?

Get out of the way, Siege!

Why did the Steam Knight attack you?

Can't he tell...?

Get down!

Argh... *cough*...

The sword of fire...

Don't let it hit you!

It's gone mad! We can't stop it!

Get out of here! Get out! Get out...

Gah!

......

We'll all be dead before long.

Get your men out.

......

Do as Vina says.

Mission aborted, then.

Looks like my retirement plan will have to wait.

Dagda, take the mercs and get out.

Your Highness!

You're the last one who bowed to them.

Take their story back, let it see the light of day.

The story belongs to all of us, Siege.

We should tell it together.

I don't know what's come over you, Allerdale.

I used to respect you. I thought you were worthy of a knight's honor. No, you were a knight paragon in my mind.

Always at the forefront, not caring for fame and fortune, not afraid of any foe.

You were Cumberland the Ever on High!

......

Nothing can remain on High forever, Dagda.

But we fought together, didn't we?

Your story is here too, Allerdale.

If you want to come back.

I can't do that, can I?

It depends on you.

But first, we deal with this knight.

My master taught me that a duel between knights must be fair and honorable.

Our foe is a glorious hero.

Allow me to stand by your side, Your Highness.

...Of course.

Fight... him?

A pathetic, despicable, lying traitor.

How can one like that challenge fate?

It's a wonderful fable, isn't it?

An innocent child wanted to become a hero. But she went bad, and when the hero returned from history, she found his sword at her throat.

The story should end with her death.

She should lose everything. Never to fulfill her destiny.

Vina, I...

I don't want to hear you talk about 'destiny' anymore, Allerdale.

Hold your head high, Allerdale Cumberland. There is no such thing as destiny, for me or for you.

I need to calm him down. Then, if you still want this sword, all you need to do is challenge me, and I'll abide.

This is not your bloody destiny, Allerdale. What you want to do, do it.

But don't say that word anymore.

......

(Heavy gushing)

He's coming.