Rutger: I sense no hate in your sword... You just seem to blend with the air around you when you attack. Even the heaviest, strongest blades can't cut through air... Your sword would beat them all. I want to become stronger. If all paths of the sword lead to one place, then would I be able to blend with the air as you do?
Karel: ...You're from Sacae, aren't you?
Karel: I was born in Sacae as well. I grew up under the protection of Father Sky and Mother Earth. They are all that are in my sword.
Rutger: I'm not a pure Sacaean... I wouldn't be able to sense them like you can...
Karel: Was that true when you were young?
Karel: You were able to hear the sky and the earth once. Although, now it seems that your hate is covering your ears.
Rutger: ...Do you think I'll be able to hear them again once this war ends?
Karel: Of course you will. The breeze that runs through the plains... It never forgets those that it loves.
Noah: The Sword Saint... Have you heard of this legendary figure?
Noah: My mother used to tell me stories about him. When I still was very young, a large group of bandits attacked my home village.
Noah: There was a traveller from Sacae in the village inn. Without saying a word, he went out to the village gate... He then cut down all of the bandits, leaving none alive. When he was finished, he left as suddenly as he had come...almost like the wind.
Noah: If he hadn't saved my village, I wouldn't be here today. I'll always be grateful to the Sword Saint...
Karel: I suppose I should tell you the truth. Keeping silent to cover up one's shame would be stepping off the path of the sword.
Noah: Shame? You saved my village...
Karel: No. I never thought about saving the village. I just wanted to kill.
Karel: I was like a demon back then...possessed by the sword. I was aimlessly wandering around, looking for people to satisfy my lust for blood. As long as I could cut, as long as I could kill, it didn't matter who it was. ...Even if that were an infant in a village I happened to stop by at.
Karel: You have no reason to thank me. They call me the Sword Saint... It is but a false name.
Noah: ...... But... I can't imagine that what you say is true when I look at you now. You, standing before me now, are the Sword Saint that I had always pictured in my mind. What... What happened...?
Karel: ...Some things you will realize only after you have lost something else. However, by the time my foolishness had left me...it was already too late.
Bartre: Ah, Karel. ...I was just thinking about my wife.
Karel: About my sister?
Bartre: Yes. I first met her when I was traveling around the world, training myself. And then... I met her at that arena. Her sword...it was almost invisible. ...I suffered defeat for the first time in my life.
Karel: ...I understand. In our family, the sword is everything. We are brought up by the sword, and it is all we know. The sword was so central to our lives...even to the point that it blinded us from our own human nature.
Bartre: Each time I lost, I would challenge her to a rematch. And then, the third time we fought, I was able to evade her first strike. I was immediately knocked out by her second strike, though... When I woke up...there she was. It was the first time I saw her smile. After that, we traveled together, training ourselves alongside each other. Although...I never was able to defeat her.
Karel: You wouldn't see my sister smile very often... She must have been that fond of you.
Karla: Yes. Do as you wish, Brother. When I fall to you, I will leave no regrets.
Karla: We are less than human now. We are no different from our swords themselves. Our hearts are cold, and we count the days we live solely by the flesh we cleave. What meaning can there be in such an existence?
Karla: Cut me down, Brother. I simply wanted to hear your voice before I died. Now I have. I am satisfied.
Karel: Karla... You haven’t changed. But I have. I must have. When I am with you, I remember the past.
Karel: Go where you will. I will not fight you.
Karla: Brother... Brother, what will you do?
Karla: I won’t stop you... I doubt you can resist the destiny of our blood for long... So I will wait for you. On the scarlet plain. I will wait for my brother to come home...
Dart: You wanted to know about the strongest warriors in the land, right?
Karel: I did, and still do. But those whom I have met did not strike me as being very strong at all.
Dart: Well, I remembered a bunch more. ‘Cause you know, I felt like I hadn’t given you your money’s worth.
Karel: Out with it.
Dart: But hold on. I was hoping you could help me out, too. I am looking for a certain treasure in Elibe. If you know anything, please tell me.
Karel: I’ll tell you what I know.
Dart: All right then, you’ve got a deal. Have you ever heard of the Princess of Swords?
Dart: Really? Well, she’s supposed to be gorgeous. She appears at tournaments and slices through her foes with ease. Then she just disappears. From what I’ve heard, she’s looking for a man from her past.
Dart: Speaking of women, let me tell you about the Wyvern General. You know about the three Wyvern Generals in Bern, right? Well, she’s a fourth, and she’s mightier than the other three!
Karel: Hmm... Interesting. I will remember her.
Dart: Now it’s my turn! So you’ve traveled all over Elibe, right? Have you ever heard of the treasure of the pirate king?
Dart: You know, what we were talking about? The tough guys! Well, I forgot one, but now I’ve remembered it!
Karel: Spit it out.
Dart: I hear about this guy wherever I go! He uses a fairy sword and cuts people in half! He leaves behind only a mountain of bodies and a sea of blood. He is the “Sword Demon,” who lives only to kill! And his name is... Karel!
Karel: ...Sword Demon?
Dart: Yeah. You only hear the absolute worst thing about him... Like how he single-handedly wiped out an entire army of knights! Yeah, but it’s gotta be a myth... One against a thousand? That sounds like a tall tale to me, mate...
Dart: How ‘bout it? You’re pretty good, but there’s always someone better, right? Why don’t you try acting all big after you’ve beaten him?
Karel: I apologize, but I cannot duel myself.
Dart: Hunh...? You’re joking... No way... So you’re the... You’re THAT Karel?!
Karel: I am only one Karel, but that is my name.
Dart: Well, pucker my portside! Why didn’t you say so?
Karel: You didn’t ask.
Dart: So if you’re Karel, then... Hey! Do you really have a thousand swords from the men you’ve slain?
Karel: ...What are you talking about?
Dart: Don’t hide it! I heard all about it! That you laugh on the battlefield as you gather dead men’s swords!
Karel: ...... I guess the rumors have embellished the truth...