Wade: Sorry, you win. The other day I almost got killed, and then I remembered what you told me. Maybe I was getting carried away...
Dieck: I see.
Wade: So after that, I've been following your advice...
Dieck: I can see that you have, 'cause you're still alive. If you can pay attention to the bigger picture, you won't get killed so easily. There's no need to rush. With your strength, you can impress people without always rushing in like that.
Wade: ...Bro, you okay? You're like, praising me. It feels...weird.
Lot: I like him. He's pretty impressive for someone so young.
Dieck: Yeah, he is. But... He's young. Too young.
Lot: Well, I guess you're right, but...
Dieck: I understand why you support him. He's a nice guy, and he's got the brains and guts. But... The battles now are still easy. When he gets to a real battle, in a life or death situation... That's when we'll see how he really is.
Dieck: Years ago...when I just became a mercenary... I was only concerned about spreading my fame.
Lot: Really... You had such times, too?
Dieck: Our squad was sent right in the middle of the enemy lines. We were supposed to go deep into Bern and kill the enemy leader. We waited underground for days...and then the time came. When we went out... dozens of arrows rained down on us.
Lot: ! Why...?
Dieck: Our employer... He purposely put us there so he could buy time for himself to escape. Our squad was decimated. They killed us all, except for me. They left me alive for torturing purposes.
Dieck: We mercenaries are simply disposables in their eyes. That's the norm. If you don't think like that, you won't be able to take it...
Lot: But...that kid, Roy...
Dieck: Yeah...he's different. If only I'd known him before...
Dieck: We're mercenaries. We don't give a damn about who wins, all we care about are our money and our lives. We're best to just walk off rather than stay and get killed. But...it's weird. We're going through all these incredibly tough battles, and I still don't feel like running off. Roy...he makes me feel like I can die for his purpose and not have any regrets.
Shanna: Dieck! See how I've been adjusting my pace to the others lately?
Dieck: Yeah... But you shouldn't trust them too much, either.
Shanna: Huh? That's different than what you were saying before!
Dieck: What I said then was a guideline for fighting. What I'm saying now is a guideline for a mercenary.
Shanna: For a mercenary...
Dieck: A mercenary has to fend for himself. No one's gonna be looking out for you. You've got to be skeptical. You should even be wary that I might be giving out orders just so I can ensure my own safety.
Shanna: That's not a problem.
Shanna: You wouldn't be thinking things like that.
Dieck: You never know.
Shanna: I know. So do Lot and Wade. That's why we can entrust our lives to you.
Dieck: Rutger, you all right? You don't look well.
Rutger:: ...I'm having trouble sleeping.
Dieck: Is it about the leader of the Bulgar attack you saw the other day?
Rutger:: ...No. Well...maybe. Even after I see him dead, my nightmares still persist. At that attack... They left only me alive... The reason was because I...didn't look like a Sacae native.
Dieck: Tough to kill someone with the same colored skin. But you do have Sacaean blood in you, don't you?
Rutger:: Yes. My father's mother and my mother's father were Sacaean. Bulgar is near Bern's border, so there are a lot of mixed people there. But usually the Sacaean side is stronger in mixed childrens' appearanaces. But I... Only in me did the Bern side come out more, so I was kept alive... The people of Bulgar...they were kind to me, even though I looked different... But they...they were killed, so brutally! I must destroy Bern...! That one man isn't enough to satisfy my revenge...
Dieck: ...I thought you had some kind of burden, but now I see it clearly... Well, guess I'll go along with you.
Rutger:: I have no need for sympathy!
Dieck: Come on, you know how strong I am, right? If you really want to take on Bern, then there's no better ally than me. What do you say?
Rutger:: ...Suit yourself.
Dieck: And so I will. Well then, let's go, partner!
Dieck: ...Klein, I told you not to come talk to me this often.
Klein: ...I wanted to tell you a story. I want you to listen because we're in such turbulent times. ...It was 15 years ago, at Aquleia's best arena. A noble's child was attacked by one of the lions that were to be used in the opening show.
Klein: A young pitfighter was the one who saved the child. Ordinarily, he was a skilled swordfighter who would defeat men twice his size with ease. But this time he was up against a lion, so he didn't come out unscathed. He was wounded all over his body, and his face suffered four deep scars.
Klein: The noble hired the swordsman who saved his child into his service. For several years, the young man served as the family's pitfighter and spread his name at the arena. But one day, he suddenly bought his freedom and left. The child, who looked up to the pitfighter as if he were his real brother thought that he was betrayed, and was saddened. ...But now I understand. You were thinking the best for our family...
Dieck: You... You were much too kind to me, a simple servant. Lord Pent and his wife raised me as if I were their real child, regardless of the complaints and finger-pointing going on around them. ...That's why I left.
Klein: ...I understand how you feel. But I don't agree with you.
Klein: You were always thinking the best for us... But did you ever consider the fact that we were concerned for you as well? I don't want us to be in a relation in which we ignore each other when we meet...
Dieck: ...Looks like I was being selfish.
Klein: ! Then you'll be with us like family again?
Dieck: Yeah, you win, Little Master Klein. I'll be sure to show my face to Lord Pent whenever I get the chance.