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Did you find the crown? Where is it?

We didn't find it, per se. Someone delivered it to the Speaker's office. We can't determine the precise time it was lost, but we're fairly certain it happened after your speech started.

Vina already placed the crown on that empty throne... so what's the point of stealing it? Was it an order from the dukes?

I don't think so.

The dukes are never of one mind—they each have their own agenda. However, for the crown to go missing at the same time they're visiting Londinium? That's far too much of a coincidence.

But, according to what you've told us, isn't that crown just an old, rusted hunk of iron now?

....Umm, not exactly, Morgan.

To many people, the crown is extraordinarily important, no matter its current state.

It's been left untouched for over twenty years, but the people have not forgotten about it. In fact, they are more eager than ever for its return.

They're waiting for a wise new monarch to put it on his/her head, someone who can dispel the shadows hanging over Victoria.

No, most people are just desperate for a miracle—something that can satisfy their craving for royal authority.

I cannot deny that. Plus, you have listened to their voices for ages, Vina.

Your identity is truly unique: a descendant of the royal family and a bona fide war hero who was nonetheless raised on the streets. It's no wonder so many people naturally feel drawn to you.

Now that Parliament is up and running and the dukes have willingly relinquished their authority, the people are all the more convinced that you've secured universal support.

The next step is plain as day.

But the dukes have no intentions of doing anything like that!

The public only cares about the outcome, Morgan.

Yes… I've understood that since the day we returned home. Unfortunately, sometimes, I'm still very good at letting people down.

Thank you for sharing the energy bars, Eliseo. I'll gladly undergo daily sampling, if I get tasty treats like this every time. Haha.

Are these really things you can just buy off the shelf in Columbia? Why do you Columbians stock up on stuff like this—is it for Catastrophe or something?

These bars are my own personal thing.

'Food is fuel.' It's about energy and nutrition. Energy bars are convenient, so why not?

Then again, Diane definitely disagrees with me on this. She's more of a foodie.

I understand. We're thankful just to fill our bellies in Londinium these days.

Her Royal Highness Alexandrina has worked very hard to ensure that we have enough food to eat.

Quit yapping his ear off, will you?

Thank you, Eliseo, for these...uh...'energy bars,' but we'd best be on our way now.

Stanley, you're not afraid that Eliseo will...?

Of course not!

I... surely I can't be arguing with you about such stupid things in front of someone else, right? It's not proper.

Huh?

*sigh* He doesn't like when I refer to Alexandrina as 'Her Royal Highness', That's all.

He and I don't see eye to eye politically. I think having a king again wouldn't be half bad, but he insists life was worse for us when the monarchy was still in power.

...

But think about it, whether it was back then, or right now, aren't we managing to get by all the same?

So you're saying the presence of a monarch doesn't really impact your life all that much?

It doesn't matter what she thinks. Even if someone does ascend the throne again, it's not like we'll be invited to the coronation feast.

*sigh* Stanley, when are you going to come up with an argument that actually convinces me?

Sorry about this, Eliseo. I need to talk some sense into this stubborn mule.

Oh, by the way, about the increased patrols in the city—I've heard a rumor. Supposedly, someone stole the crown, and the Defense Forces are investigating anyone who might be connected with the theft.

Let's go, Stanley. Goodbye, Eliseo.

Come to think of it, Diane has never mentioned the king or the crown, not even once. Maybe I should ask her about it when I get back.

Eliseo, you should take a break. You've been working nearly nonstop, helping collect patient data.

The city's Infected all experienced acute infection around the same time, with many showing rare pathological progressions. I need to document this valuable data thoroughly.

Whether it's for future research into Oripathy or for developing targeted treatments for Londinium's citizens, this data is critically important.

By the way, Sarah, why didn't Diane visit you today?

Diane?

I thought she was helping you. Many of my old comrades came by the sanatorium today. They wanted to ask if anything 'unusual' had come up recently. We were hoping to bring Diane along for a little reunion with them.

—?

Does anyone else know about this?

We've taken steps to contain the information and will do everything we can to minimize its impact.

So... what do we do with this thing?

This is my first time seeing it up close. Can't believe so many people are fretting over this old thing...

Vina... Vina?

...

You really have no questions for me, Madam Speaker?

I reckon many of you have fanciful notions about me.

Besides, my colleagues will soon have a more complete and objective report delivered to my desk, regarding this matter. So—

Don't lump me in with those people! All they care about is the throne itself. I care about the one on the throne.

...

I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm well aware of every new law Parliament has enacted, Speaker Vina. Unauthorized entry into the throne chamber is indeed a serious crime, and I'm not planning to deny anything.

But that doesn't mean you're fundamentally different from those people. The provisional court will try your case according to the law.

Do you have any further objections?

No, Madam Speaker.

Delphine, I'll leave the rest to you. I'll personally return the crown to the throne room and make sure security is tightened up.

*sigh* And then I need to prepare the report for the council meeting—

Heh... a report.

You didn't have to do all this, Siege. You know all too well how inefficient Parliament is—it's just a group of individuals all looking out for their own self-interest.

You must already be exhausted, just from dealing with all those MPs, no?

...

Londinium has no need for a Speaker operating at the whims of Parliament. What Londinium needs is a real, absolute leader who can guide the city through its transformation.

Vina, there's no point in arguing with her about this meaningless stuff.

I know, Delphine. Madam, are you suggesting that Londinium needs a dictator?

No. I'm talking about a king. Victoria needs a king.

I can guess what you want to do, Madam Speaker. You're unlike any ruler I've ever known.

You don't even care about your own lineage. But if you wish to achieve your vision, 'Speaker', it won't be enough. This crown should not, and will not, become an obstacle to you.

That is all I have to say on this matter.

I give my thanks to The Exemplars, and The Siege, for all you've done for our homeland.

I'm fond of the changes she's undergone and firmly believe she'll become an even better leader in future.

It's just a shame that her transformation is still so slow... I won't live to see that day myself.

Let's go, Lady Delphine. Where should we head next?

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Gawain, you should've told me sooner.

I'm sorry, Gawain. I had another sleepless night. There are still so many thorny issues left unresolved...

Gawain, how nice it would be to fall asleep leaning against you like this.

Walking all the way back here from outside the city feels like... a dream...

But it's been so long since I've had a good night's sleep, let alone a deep, satisfying dream.

...Has it always been this cold here? It's not time to rest yet, is it?

What we're doing now still falls far short. There's not enough medicine, not enough food, and endless arguments—

Sometimes I wish I could just rip off this uniform and knock those idiots down one by one. Maybe things would be much simpler that way, huh?

'Defeat the Victoria of the past'...

If only it were as simple as a match in the ring.

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Teacher, I'm sorry for complaining to you again.

There are some things I don't know how to explain to Morgan and the others. They wouldn't understand, and I don't want to make them worry.

As for Delphine... I don't want to show too much doubt or vulnerability in front of her. She's already taken on so much for me and pinned so many expectations on me.

There are already so many people counting on me, Gawain.

I don't want to let them down.

Vina, I knew I'd find you here!

Wait… were you just asleep, or?

No, I was just thinking about something. Gawain, he—

(...Thank you for being here with me, Gawain.)

Morgan, what are you doing here?

Delphine convinced the provisional court to hold the crown thief in the Defense Forces' detention quarters, for now.

The full report on her is out now. I didn't want to waste time, so I came straight to you. Here, this is the report.

Her name is Diane Weber.

...

She didn't just decide to steal the crown out of the blue.

She has been working with a pharmaceutical rep from Columbia for a while now, helping spread awareness about Oripathy infection protection methods.

That's how she learned when the guards patrolling outside the Palace of Westhaleg would change shifts. Once she got inside, she waited until your speech and slipped into the throne room.

And then, she stayed there for quite a while—at least half an hour.

What did she do in there?

I don't know, and she won't say. Maybe she was hesitating, or maybe she just got lost in thought. In any case, she managed to make off with the crown without alerting anyone.

Wait, something doesn't add up here. She stayed in the throne chamber for so long. She didn't run into the patrols after the shift change?

No, she didn't. Even she was surprised by how easily she escaped. She thought for sure the patrols would catch her.

So someone must have helped her. Was it one of the guests?

Unclear, but if she had help, she didn't know about it. She came up with this whole plan herself.

But... why? Just to bring the crown to me and goad me into—

Her name is Diane Weber.

I know—

You don't remember her. I kept thinking she looked familiar, and when I saw the report, I realized—it's her.

...?

Remember that day when the alliance surrounded us on our doorstep? The first soldier to defy orders and escort us forward?

Diane Weber, the soldier who defied the Duke of Caster's orders... She contracted an acute infection in the final battle against the Nachzehrer King.

That rings a bell? She was the one who took the Sighs of Kings from you and charged towards the Nachzehrers.

—!

She doesn't have much time left.

We are short of Oripathy suppressants, and she never got enough medicine to slow her condition. We took a look at her, but—

She really loved our home, and she loved Victoria as well.

That's why she volunteered to join the ducal forces, only to defy their orders and end up forced into retirement.

She trusted you, even though I don't agree with some of her ideas. Vina, maybe we could...