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Do it.

But...

Send word to the sentries inside. Do it.

Everyone, get ready to move.

But our orders are to stay where we are.

Kawalerielki has everything under control.

And?

Are those words enough to break a knight's spear? Have the bolts in your crossbows turned to dust?

The campaign knights are the only protectors that the panicking people will see. Can this fact be changed? Or does the Adeptus Sprawiedliwi Kazimierz lack the courage to muster even when Leithanien bares its fangs?

Our duty cannot be changed by a single word from the Adeptus Sprawiedliwi.

Move. This is an order.

...I'm sorry, sir, but you're no longer in a position to give orders.

The Adeptus Sprawiedliwi has revoked your command. The captains and the Craftsman's Guild have already been notified.

We fight for the glory of our knightclub, for the proper recognition of us campaign knights.

But the Grand Knight has the authority to veto all of it.

...So you won't obey?

Then I'll personally pass on my orders.

Ngh.. You...

The orders for Dzwonek have been issued. Everything shall proceed according to plan.

All who assent, with me.

I apologize, but due to a number of recent incidents, we are now required to inspect all vehicles that leave the city via the lift platform between midnight and 6 A.M. May I have your ID and documentation please?

Here.

Thank you. A moment please.

And may I interest you in Dzwonek's specialty herb-flavored stockbeast jerky? It's quite a popular souvenir.

No, thank you.

......

You see Leithanien's emblem, don't you? Is this really necessary?

—Huh?

No need to worry about witnesses or public opinion at this hour.

If the spire caster nullifies the bolts... you have permission to use javelins.

No need to worry about the consequences either. None of the cities still remember how the campaign knights strike.

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Hey, old friend.

You stand in my way once again.

Should I feel relieved? That you're still willing to act, after all these years?

If you're here, then I suppose there will soon be an unexplained violent incident near Dzwonek, involving unknown parties.

Bounty hunters and campaign knights... neither should ever come anywhere near a city that marches relentlessly forward.

...I only came to pick up my sword, as promised.

You didn't come empty-handed, though.

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What about you? Your followers?

You know the answer to that.

The Grand Knight Territory has intervened, as you hoped. The loyal knights acknowledge their new orders.

For honor, for chivalrous order, for their long term interests... for the vain glory of their campaigns.

The Grand Knight Territory has...?

Ah, it seems you didn't know.

...The Adeptus Sprawiedliwi Kazimierz casts its eyes along bloodlines. They know all that goes on in every corner of Kazimierz. This has nothing to do with me.

My apologies, it couldn't have been you. You would not have begged for help from the Adeptus Sprawiedliwi and the Grand Knight.

You came to convince me to turn back.

But there is no way back, now that they've learned of the plan, and the Grand Knight has issued her orders.

Besides, I've raised my sword against my own men, to give the order to begin the operation.

Now that I know how hard it is to see a deed through to the end... it makes me admire what you did even more.

...Who do you think you are, to compare what you're doing to what I did?

I suppose I didn't provoke as many people as you.

You're not provoking anyone... you're just contemptible.

If you're not ashamed of your own actions, then why did you go to the convoluted lengths of leaking intelligence to pit me against the delegation from Leithanien?

No need to criticize my means. I'm simply as disappointed with you as I am with Kazimierz.

Oh, right.

The Adeptus Sprawiedliwi does not permit negative news about campaign knights to exist in writing. If I really did follow the order to stand down...

What do you think would happen to me? Would I die of a mysterious illness on my way back to the Grand Knight Territory, or be forever imprisoned beneath the tower, just like you?

You're in no position to talk about my life, Czcibor.

If you insist on trying to decide for millions of people where the battlefield should lie, then you deserve your punishment.

It is a campaign knight's duty to fight for the common folk.

The unarmed are the first to be abandoned in war.

...You should have made a smarter choice.

Even if it didn't involve returning to the campaign knights.

'I should have'? I should have ran from Kazimierz? Then why have you stayed, if you truly believe that leaving was the only correct choice?

Or should I have abandoned the plan in its entirety, even if this is my last chance?

You know better than I do that Kazimierz needs true violence. It needs a war that will turn it on its head.

...No.

I've never once thought that way.

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Is that so?

All these years, we thought we knew each other so well. Well enough to leave certain things unsaid.

Now I'm beginning to wonder just how much of that was all a misunderstanding.

We should have sat down to talk, like the old days. Before a campfire in a forest clearing.

...If you weren't set on standing in my way right now, I'd have picked a branch and made a spear out of it, just like back then.

You need to wake up.

Stay down, sir! There are archers nearby!

Who are they? First last night and now this, who could be after me?

This is no checkpoint, Aloisia! We must go!

Inspector, I suggest you get out of the way if you don't want to be run ov—

Now, now, don't be hasty.

Our guys have taken out the ones in your way. I suggest you relax and refrain from using Originium Arts.

There are some traps here that are triggered by energy. And I doubt you'd enjoy the trip back to Leithanien if anything happened to your car.

When did you—

Nnnnnng—

Sir!

Oh, sorry.

To put it simply, we would like this gentleman to come with us. May we have your cooperation?

Serious advice. We're all screwed if the trap blows up.

You're good, but not good enough to deal with everyone here. Can't hurt to hear me out, can it?

There's nothing for us to discuss, mercenary.

Oh? Are you really thinking about setting it off, just to give your master a chance to escape?

That's why I never liked you spire casters. Nutjobs.

Chill out. This isn't worth any of our lives.

The inspector isn't one of ours. Neither are the ambushing archers.

...Go on.

Ah, in the mood to listen now?

Multiple groups fighting over the same objective is a fact of life in this line of work. Some people want to keep things safe, others want to watch it all burn.

Think about it carefully.

There's a little village by the road to the southeast, about thirty minutes from here. On the highest building in the village is a shield emblem that looks like it could fall off at any moment.

It'd make our jobs much easier if you waited there.

...Such a familiar light. The real Nearl.

I've read the legend of Kirill, seen the Radiant Knight's name on banners in the streets, heard of your brother's blinding light from your own mouth.

But this is only Nearl I know.

It's just like in that banquet of betrayal... I thought I'd open the door to see the ground covered in blood, only to find myself bathing in a rain of light.

...That was many years ago.

Indeed, being praised for old deeds is in itself a tragedy.

What have you been doing all these years? Your sword is still sharp, your light even more disciplined.

But there is enough power in your blade to parry even the weight of a heavy lance.

Why do you ask when you already know the answer?

Because I don't believe you're powerless.

I don't believe you couldn't have testified to Celina's innocence when she was being tried before the National Council. It would have taken a mere word.

I don't believe that she could simply vanish without a trace without you so much as casting a glance at her.

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There are many things that I feel powerless about.

I didn't think they could trap you.

There was no point in testifying to her innocence. None of us could have saved her.

The old you would never have said that. You would have pushed to have the justice you saw missing from the National Council codified into law.

There were too many forces involved. Thirteen people were convicted. One law would not have brought them justice.

So you measured their injustice against your life, and decided it was not worth the risk.

Have you become afraid of death? Or have you simply decided that nothing is worth risking your life for anymore?

You're losing your balance, Czcibor. Don't make elementary mistakes.

One more, and it'll be more than your armor that cracks.

Ha...

We haven't sparred in ages, have we? Maybe I'm fiercer than you remember.

And what about you? You never considered sheathing your sword when we tried to persuade you.

Nice dodge.

You didn't care what the disgraced nobles and blackmailed merchants thought. You didn't care about warnings from on high, or whether it was all for naught...

You would have exiled yourself from the Grand Knight Territory forever, gone out in a blaze of glory for justice.

...What about now?

......

If you can't do it, then stand aside and watch.

I'll do what you should have.

Who are you to judge what I should do?

You, who throws his life away callously, and refuses to turn back despite knowing that there is no hope?

...I don't want you to die here.

Your plan should not and will not succeed. What are you so obsessed with?

*cough*, *cough* *cough*...

Hey, you're awake.

Sorry, I was hired to cause you a bit of trouble.

By the way, we're on a pharmaceutical delivery truck, and the windshield was broken by a stray bolt.

It took quite a bit of effort to get you here. Fortunately, we can take a breather now that we're in the underground transport tunnels.

This place is most chaotic in the early hours of morning. Outsourcing, irregular transactions, vehicles turned over 'accidentally'...

Wh-What do you want? Where's Aloisia?

Your bodyguard? She should be waiting outside the city, if she cooperates. I needed her to create a distraction.

Don't worry, no archer is going to be a problem for a caster of her skills.

As for us... we're here to help, I guess, but we're not exactly doing this pro bono. And the client is a bit of a penny pincher, if you catch my drift.

So, we've got a few wounded, and I think we ought to discuss your ransom. To cover the medical expenses, so to speak.

Now, will you be so kind as to put away your wand? I've always found casters from Leithanien to be a headache.

...Very well. I will pay a reasonable ransom, I will ask no questions, and I won't attempt to track you down afterwards.

We shall negotiate like civilized people.

Excellent. I'm just doing my job. Once this truck gets the goods to the destination, it'll only be a short wait before we get out.

...I hear empty crates.

Oh, I'm not suggesting that you're the goods.

The truck was rented, and the permit borrowed. Gotta put up appearances, after all.

Plus, in the event that something happens to your bodyguard, this cross-border business permit will give us a reason to drop you off outside Kazimierz.

Who do you...

Never mind, I don't want to know.

Good. Now how about we talk money, to pass the time?

You ask what I'm obsessed with?

I returned to the ranks of the campaign knights, to the path of vassalage, in order to seek those who walk the same path.

...Do not misunderstand, Młynar. It's not war that I seek. War is inevitable, and the knights must carry that burden.

Many have never seen the shadow beneath Leithanien's spire, never heard the wailing in the northern wind, which is why they can cheer for the blood spilled in the arena. But I bear no grudge against them.

Chivalry may shine among the campaign knights, but it does not come from the glint of a sword. It is not authority through violence that I want to show people, nor the bones and smoldering ruins spread across the barrenlands.

What I want to show them is that one does not have to trample upon other lives... That one can also choose to sacrifice oneself for others.

That's what a knight sheds their blood for.

The honor of a knight needs no testimony.

How can you claim to uphold chivalry, when you have given up the ground on which you stand and left your fate to a war you have no control over?

Can you continue to shed tears and feel sorrow for the dead who line your path?

Finally, you're not holding back your Originium Arts.

I'm in full gear, while you're not even wearing basic armor. Is this really a fair duel?

What armor can bear the full brunt of a campaign knight's blow? Especially one from you?

Yes, it's perfect.

Wait, you're...

Hey, good eyes.

Some nobles didn't even realize until two months into our partnership.

Others realized it immediately, but kept their mouths shut as though they didn't know anything.

Sarkaz mercenaries. Has the business machine of Kazimierz taken in your ilk too?

You flatter us. It's no skin off my nose whatever you think we are, but there are more than just Sarkaz hiding here.

Kazimierz treats us all equally... when it's deciding who to throw away.

......

Spooked?

The only thing unusual about a Sarkaz is that we live a bit longer than the average Kazimierzian. And I'm still pretty young.

...Although it's true that I have fewer and fewer old friends by the year.

*cough*...

It's over.

No...

Who do you want me to admit defeat to?

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...Who do you want me to admit defeat to?

To the nobles in the high tower of the Adeptus Sprawiedliwi Kazimierz, who spend their days in intrigue and vainglory?

Or to the merchants who cover up their dark deeds with false mirth, and disguise their twisted greed with contrived jest?

Do you want me to admit that I can never win against the tyranny of bloodlines?

Or do you want me to flee Kazimierz, abandon the struggle, and bow down to all that we despised?

*cough*...

I never saw another path worth taking.

You still won't admit the only possibility, will you? Then prove it with your sword.

If it's you who thinks I'm wrong, then... I'll accept it.

I didn't lose to power, to money, to the will to survive, or to inexorable time.

...No.

Like I said... you don't need to die here.

...Hah.

How do you live with it, Młynar?

Even though your fury burns so much fiercer than mine, even though you've seen the same things I have?

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Don't tell me you don't see it...

The G.C.C. meddles with the campaign knights at will. More and more knights sell their honor and their swords to those merchants, fueling their increasing ambition.

As for Leithanien... much time has passed since the fall of the Witch King's spire. I have seen with my own eyes their war preparations. There is no romanticism in it, only terror.

And there will always be those who roam the barrenlands, made pariah by Catastrophe, war, and the evolution of the cities.

You know all this, so... why do you not draw your sword?