Lance: You said before that I had something that the other knights do not.
Marcus: That I did.
Lance: However, I cannot see what that something is. I am but an ordinary knight. I think you see more in me than there actually is.
Marcus: I think not.
Lance: But I was in a different band of knights up until recently, so I have no idea what I can do for Master Roy...
Marcus: There, you have it.
Marcus: You have experience in other areas. The others do not.
Marcus: Master Roy will take Pherae's throne in the future. And if only Pheraeans were around him, he will grow to be a person with limited views. We need someone like you who knows other parts of the world.
Lance: Will my experience...be of use?
Marcus: You must make it so. Master Roy must grow to be an individual with diverse beliefs.
Marcus: Wolt... I can tell by your face that you still want me to teach you swordplay.
Wolt: I just don't get it. Am I really being of that much help to Master Roy?
Marcus: Wolt... What do you think of us as Lord Eliwood's knights?
Wolt: Eh...? Well... You're all really strong, and I look up to you.
Marcus: Well, that's nice to hear. Still, there is one problem with us being Eliwood's knights.
Marcus: None of us are even close to his age.
Marcus: Lord Eliwood's vassals... They were all old like me or far younger than him. He had no one to joke around with, no one to talk about his concerns with. He was always fighting on his own.
Wolt: Always on his own...
Marcus: I don't want Master Roy to suffer the same fate. You and Master Roy are the same age, and what's more, you are milkbrothers. So I want you to stay by Master Roy's side and give him moral support.
Wolt: Moral support?
Marcus: That's right. Fighting well in battle is important, but that is not all that is necessary to truly show your loyalty. Think about that.
Lilina: Marcus, what kind of couple were Lord Eliwood and his wife?
Marcus: Well, my lady, when the two were youths, they were such a happy pair that just looking at them would cheer one up. The people of Pherae were truly happy for them.
Lilina: Wow... That's nice...
Marcus: Lord Eliwood loved his wife deeply. And one night...before the two became engaged, Lord Eliwood suddenly disappeared from the castle. When he returned to his love three days later, he presented her with a beautiful white flower which only grows in the snowy highlands. It was the flower which she loved the most.
Lilina: Lord Eliwood is so...romantic. Sigh... Now look at Roy...
Lilina: Marcus... What does... What does Roy think of me? I... I'm not so sure anymore.
Lilina: Roy, he's... I've always...liked him...for a long time now.
Marcus: Then why not go up to him and find out for yourself, my lady?
Lilina: What...? But...
Marcus: I do not have much experience in matters like this, but I have heard the maids at the castle saying that it is no longer the age that women should be sitting around waiting. Lady Lilina, if you were to advance on to him first, Master Roy would surely fall for you.
Lilina: ...... Yes... Yes. I'm the one who's known him the longest. I can't lose to those other girls!
Marcus: Master Roy, I still think that we must make our rules stricter.
Marcus: Yes. And we expel those who aren't doing their job properly.
Marcus: Although our army will be small, we will have a team of elites. That way we can fight more efficiently.
Roy: No, Marcus. That's not a good idea.
Marcus: Eh... Why?
Roy: Who's going to choose whether someone is doing their job or not?
Marcus: Of course, that would be you, Master Roy.
Roy: But some people might be working hard where I'm not looking.
Marcus: Oh... Well, in that case...
Roy: There are also people supporting us outside the battlefield, and there are also those whom we don't use because of my decisions who haven't yet had a chance. You want to simply expel them all? We have many people who joined us with strong beliefs. We can't just tell them to leave.
Roy: Marcus, we have to trust them more. They're our comrades, right?
Marcus: ...You are right. I was mistaken, Master Roy. Your thoughts are noble.
Roy: You know, it's kind of strange hearing you praise me like that. You're usually scolding me most of the time.
Marcus: Oh? Am I?
Roy: Yes. *leaves*
Marcus: Master Roy... He has gotten so bold... He can now certainly live on his own. My role is almost finished...
Marcus: To concern yourself with a mere retainer in the midst of battle... Even in such a horrid conflict as this one, still you have lost none of your heart, Lord Eliwood.
Eliwood: Your sentiments could make a mourner smile, Marcus!
Marcus: Take care of your heart, Lord Eliwood. You will need it to lead your people upon your return to Pherae.
Eliwood: Yes... Let us all return to Pherae together. For that alone, we must win this battle. Should we fall on the road, my dear mother’s heart would never mend.
Marcus: Do not worry, my young lord. I, Marcus, will defend you. I have sworn that Lord Eliwood will return safely to Pherae. And return you shall, to find a lovely, kind wife to lead with you. Then you will follow in Lord Elbert’s footsteps. Then, when your child is grown and ready to go off to battle, I, Marcus, will be there to accompany and protect him!
Eliwood: Marcus... I know no knight of Pherae more worthy of the title than you. I thank you, as does my future son.
Marcus: It occurs to me... When Lord Elbert became engaged to the Lady Eleanora... Why he was the same age you are now, Lord Eliwood. As a faithful retainer of Pherae, I must make haste to find you a suitable wife!
Merlinus: So, Sir Marcus... where is the front line of the battle today?
Merlinus: Sir Marcus...are you entirely satisfied with this duty...? Guarding the transporter must be rather dull...
Marcus: Not at all. This is a very important duty that has been assigned to me. As a loyal servant of our lord, I must carry out my duties faithfully.
Merlinus: Hmm... I see... Well, Sir Marcus, would you like to try one of these? They are a specialty of “Chez Merlinus,” you might say...
Marcus: Mmmm. Baked puddings... But to partake of these in the midst of battle...
Merlinus: Oh, go ahead...just have one...
Marcus: My... Mmm... I see... Why, these are quite scrumptious!
Merlinus: Aren’t they?
Marcus: Mmm. Its charm lies in the variety of textures inside and without... And the distinctive taste of these apples stewed in honey reminds me of a certain well-known pastry shop in Ostia... Although...you may be relying too much on the sweetness to carry the weight of this confection... Hmm... Yes, I think that about sums it up... Hm? What’s wrong?
Merlinus: L-Lord Marcus... I had no idea you were such a knowledgeable epicure!
Merlinus: So, Sir Marcus, what do you think of how this army is being run?
Marcus: What do you mean?
Merlinus: Well, I may not know much about military organization, but... Shouldn’t we be more involved in the decisions being made?
Marcus: Why do you say that?
Merlinus: Well, Lord Hector, Lord Eliwood, and Lady Lyndis are still so young... Is it really all right to leave all of the leadership decisions to Lord Eliwood in the coming battles? As an experienced knight, don’t you have any anxieties about this?
Marcus: None at all.
Merlinus: Not even a little?
Marcus: I trust Lord Eliwood. So long as Lord Eliwood is in command, I have no trepidations about the course of battles to come...
Merlinus: So... You really do have such faith in your liege lord! Well, this old merchant has seen the light! I say, I have been far too cynical and mistrusting for far too long! I will try to redouble my trust in our lords! Sir Marcus! Help this humble merchant protect his wares with all of your might!
Marcus: ...Merlinus. It is never a good idea to yell like that on a battlefield unless you are inviting attack...
Marcus: ...Like me, you are a loyal subject of Pherae. The future of that great country rests on our shoulders. And it weighs the same upon both of us, though you be a woman and I be a man.
Isadora: Yes, General. I know this all too well.
Marcus: However... Please, do not overextend yourself. You may rely on my help at any time. There is no shame in seeking assistance.
Isadora: I see...
Marcus: That is all I wished to say. Now I will go.
Isadora: Of course... But first, may I say one thing?
Marcus: Yes, what is it?
Isadora: Thank you, General Marcus. You have never treated me any differently for being a woman... You have thought of me always as a knight of the first rank of Pherae... If you had been too lenient or protective of me, I would not be alive to fight here today.
Isadora: We will both return safely to Pherae, Sir Marcus.
Harken: I was wondering if Lord Eliwood knew... If he knew where I was, and what I did before I came to serve Pherae...
Marcus: He surely does not know the details. Yet, why would your past have anything to do with you now? You rode alone into the enemy camp and killed their general. Your skills in battle have done Pherae great aid.
Marcus: The house you once served is no more. The marquess that betrayed your loyalty and threw you out...is dead. You are a knight of Pherae.
Harken: Lord Eliwood is a pure man. If he knew my past... Would he still welcome me?
Marcus: It is unlike you to say such foolish things, Harken. Why do you think you stand here now? For whom do you swing your sword, if not for Lord Eliwood?
Harken: I suppose...
Marcus: Lord Eliwood trusts you. And, you must return that trust in kind. Understand, Harken?
Marcus: You seem better at ease, Harken. In fact, you seem in downright good spirits.
Harken: It is thanks to you, Lord Marcus. I am here, I am fighting for my lord. That is all I do, and it is good.
Harken: I have seen much blood in my days... Yet Lord Elbert welcomed me as an honored knight. When I lost him, I lost myself... Yet Lord Eliwood accepted me without question. Lord Marcus, I owe Pherae a great debt. Once again, I have a lord who welcomes me to his side.
Marcus: Yes. Now, let us be off, Harken! Let’s show them what two knights of Pherae can do!