Constance/Supports

Edelgard

Constance	Support information:			Edelgard
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C Support

Constance: Tremble with wonder at the magnificence of my sorcery!
Student: Unbelievable! It's simple tea, but somehow it's shining with the colors of the rainbow!
Student: And the color's changing as it's being poured! How magical!
Constance: Of course it's magical—I achieved it through magic! It's a spell of my own design, in fact. Impressed?
Edelgard: Is this what you wished to show me? I must admit, I've never seen such a thing. Is it still potable?
Constance: "Is it still potable?" she asks.
Edelgard: Then I suppose you wouldn't mind taking the first sip.

Edelgard: That was amusing, Constance, but out with it. What was that favor you wished to ask of me?
Constance: It's a small thing regarding my house. I thought Your Highness would bend some slight effort toward seeing it restored from nothing.
Edelgard: I had a feeling that was it. I wish I could help, but you must understand my present circumstances...
Constance: Yes, yes, I'm aware. All the more reason for you to get in on the ground floor, as it were. My magical might is unrivaled, as I proved to you only moments ago. Surely you can see the obvious benefit in having the sorcerous prodigy Constance at your beck and call.
Edelgard: I agree that you are remarkable. That is beyond question. But how do you imagine rainbow tea will help me to achieve my aim?
Constance: Uh, well... Uh... Just imagine the acclaim it will bring you at tea parties!
Edelgard: It's a most worthy party trick, yes. But I have no use for such a thing.
Constance: W-well, it's not as if that's the only party trick up my sleeve. That was merely a sample of my repertoire. I never cease my work in developing new magic. Your Highness is sure to find some of it useful.
Edelgard: Constance... There's something important that I would like to talk with you about.
Constance: Oh? Have we not been discussing weighty matters all this time?
Edelgard: It's regarding a truth that you and countless generations of House Nuvelle have occulted.
Constance: Ah... That.
Edelgard: If you ever feel like revealing all to me, I'd be happy to talk further. Until then... my apologies but as the Imperial princess, there's nothing I can do to help your cause.
Constance: Of course. And now I shall make myself scarce. Good day!

B Support

Edelgard: You've got a look of resolve on your face, Constance. Have you come to make a decision?
Constance: Quite so. I never waver for long, you know. I can read the signs as well as anyone. Things are in flux. I mustn't remained shackled by the past. I am ready to enlighten you the secret that House Nuvelle has kept for generations.
Edelgard: You have my gratitude. You will be rewarded for taking such a drastic measure. To be clear, this is about your Crest, correct?
Constance: Your instincts are sharp. According to the Empire's records, I bear the Major Crest of Macuil. But those records are mistaken. In point of fact, the Crest that I bear is—
Edelgard: The Major Crest of Noa, one of the lost saints. That bloodline was believed to have died out. No one, not even Imperial nobility, bears that Crest. How then, did you come by that bloodline? And how did you manage to thwart the Empire's investigations into the matter?
Constance: All of the answers you seek are tied to House Nuvelle's origins. Close to a thousand years ago, Saint Noa parted ways with Saint Seiros. She lived out her days in seclusion in what would become House Nuvelle territory. Her children obscured their origins before serving the Empire. It wasn't long before they were ennobled. I suspect that Saint Noa feared that revealing her Crest would only lead to tragedy.
Edelgard: So she passed it off as the Crest of Macuil, which already existed within the Empire...
Constance: Yes. Much like Saint Macuil, Saint Noa was known to be a masterful mage. Her magic ensured that any test would not reveal the true nature of her Crest. Otherwise, someone may have exploited our bloodline long ago.
Edelgard: Hmm... House Nuvelle was known for producing as few heirs as possible. It was also known for keeping their offspring "pure," mostly by disallowing marriage into other houses. All of that effort was in order to conceal Noa's bloodline, wasn't it?
Constance: Yes, but it was a factor in our house's ultimate downfall. Our priorities were, perhaps, not what they ought to have been. In sidestepping the internal strife within the Empire, we left ourselves open to the external threat posed by Dagda. With stronger blood ties to other houses, we would have had allies in our time of greatest need.
Edelgard: Interesting... I always had the inkling that the six noble houses were eager to see House Nuvelle fall. Thank you for trusting me with this, Constance. I swear that once I ascend the throne, I will do all I can to help you revive your fallen house.

A Support

Constance: Your majesty, might I have a moment of your time?
Edelgard: Yes, of course. Unless... You're not planning yet another magical exhibition, are you? Knowing you, it seems a safe bet. I can't imagine what else it could be. I already promised to help you revive House Nuvelle. If our campaign continues as it has, we'll soon prevail. There's no need to continue inventing spells.
Constance: I don't doubt that Your Majesty has things well in hand when it comes to the war. Yet why should I let that deter me from achieving my ultimate satisfaction? As the scion of the proud House Nuvelle, I shall bring about my greatest achievement before my house is restored—on that you may rely!
Edelgard: You have a strong will and a strong mind. You do not consider yourself above concerted effort either. Even during wartime you trust your own ability to fight and survive. You're ever focused on the future and the actions necessary to realize it.
Constance: Where is this coming from? If there's an angle to be played with this praise, it eludes me.
Edelgard: Haha, I was only speaking the truth. I find your efforts to be admirable.
Constance: Hmm. Your words are sweet, and yet...
Edelgard: Yes? Please, go on.
Constance: Forgive me, Your Majesty, but you promised that House Nuvelle would be restored. Yet you work toward a future with no place for the noble houses of old. Granted, in your unified Fódlan, the acting lord will come from noble stock. But in the long term, your system will replace the nobility. Our role will change significantly.
Edelgard: That's exactly right. There will no longer be lords who inherently rule over a particular territory. Instead, nobles will act as government officials, working for the people in exchange for a salary. Officials will be selected from the general populace as well, bringing an end to the very concept of social standing. All will rise and fall by their own merits.
Constance: And it is for those reasons that I continue my magical research. Even if nobility ceases to exist as a concept, the meritorious spellcraft displayed by House Nuvelle shall make us a household name!
Edelgard: Hm. I must admit your words strike a chord. I find myself oddly moved by your proclamation.
Constance: So you see, Your Majesty, the fortunes of my house dovetail nicely with your plans. The road of which you stride courageously forward leads to my own bright future.
Edelgard: I, too, believe that the future you wish for can be found at the end of this path we're cutting.
Constance: Splendid! Oh! Amid all this talk, I neglected to present my demonstration. Sit back, as I, Constance von Nuvelle, display the never-duplicated Nuvelle style of spellcraft!
Edelgard: Ah, about that... Another time, yes? I have much to do. Elsewhere. Constance: No, wait! There's no time like the present! Why, it shan't take more than an hour or two!

Ferdinand

Constance	Support information:			Ferdinand
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C Support

Ferdinand: Life is a series of peaks and valleys. Our reunion is, to my mind, the highest of peaks.
Constance: Spoken like one who's never known the lowest of valleys.
Ferdinand: To think, we were once a pair of bloom, flourishing side by side in the upper echelons of Enbarr society. Despite our differing aspirations, I think together we could have taken the mantle of leading the Empire.
Constance: Tread carefully, Ferdinand.
Ferdinand: Some part of me clung to hope that you might emerge from the wreckage. I am glad you have.
Constance: ...
Ferdinand: I know that was a difficult time for you.
Constance: Oh, so you surmised that the single-most-humiliating event of my life was "difficult," did you? It is becoming clear to me that this conversation is a waste of my time.
Ferdinand: Oh! That was rather brusque.
Constance: Well, pardon me if I seem unmannerly in the face of a reminder of all I have lost. My family, my home, my friends, my people, everything. I am all that remains.
Ferdinand: I... I... I did not intend to offend you, Constance.
Constance: Then what did you intend? How like the "noblest of nobles" to be unaware of the suffering one causes. You can't grasp what it is to be a newly minted peasant, can you?
Ferdinand: That is simply not true. I care about you, and I was attempting to offer some words of comfort.
Constance: Enough. I need more than words—more than you have offered to provide. Though I am without status now, my spirit is no less noble. It will not do for you to condescend to me in my houseless state.
Ferdinand: You have my sincerest apologies. That was a grave misstep. I did not mean to come across as condescending. I was merely being careless with my words. As you say, I have never experienced loss at such a staggering magnitude. I cannot imagine the pain you have endured.
Constance: Indeed, you cannot. I advise against trying. The more you harp on it, the more irritated with you I become. Never shall a day pass that I don't work toward restoring my house and reclaiming my title. You, on the other hand, seem content to remind that it is lost. Thank you, but I had not forgotten.
Ferdinand: Constance, please!
Constance: I see no trace of the boy who made waves with me at balls and embodied the finest in the nobility. This newfound arrogance of yours is a discredit to House Aegir.

B Support

Ferdinand: Hello, Constance.
Constance: Greetings, Ferdinand. My condolences on your misfortune that our paths have crossed again.
Ferdinand: Oh dear. I am not used to hearing you deprecate yourself like that. Never mind, just listen.
Constance: If it is an audience you require, I will endeavor to meet that need.
Ferdinand: When we last spoke, I was attempting to connect with you, to listen and show you some empathy. But I was so clumsy with my words that I came across as callous and conceited. I hurt you, I know.
Constance: The notion that a noble of House Aegir could display arrogance is difficult to credit. That you even deign to speak to me is a testament to your humility. As grateful as I am for the honor, it would be best for us both if I take my leave.
Ferdinand: No. Please, hear me out. Though your words chafed, I see now that they were perceptive. I was being arrogant. I tend to...overcompensate. Perhaps I make a fool of myself, bragging about my superiority to Edelgard.

Silver Snow, Azure Moon, and Verdant Wind only
Ferdinand: Now, with my father's fall from grace, I have been dropped to my knees, utterly humbled. My house is in shambles, I have nothing, I do not even know my father's whereabouts.

Constance: You do yourself a disservice! If you are a fool, I am folly herself! But you must know that it is no reflection on your sterling quality, Ferdinand. Even in the face of such adversity, you never strayed from the correct path.
Ferdinand: If that was the right path, the wrong path hardly bears thinking about. Still, your kindness has eased my worries a bit.
Constance: A wise noble once said that "life is a series of peaks and valleys." But I have struggled to find the peaks. I was once pushed to the nadir of a valley and have spent my days confined there ever since. There is little chance that I will ever return to the heights I once knew. But it will not be for lack of trying. Ferdinand: Your persistence is admirable.
Constance: You are too gracious. I see the highest of peaks on your own road. The way is steep, but not long. You will reach it yet. And if my words might reach the ears of a man who has attained such heights... Perhaps one who has reached his summit might pull a climber up behind him. Such is my heart's desire, unspeakable though it may be.
Ferdinand: ...

A Support

Constance: Ahaha! You there!
Ferdinand: Aha! Is there something I can do for you, Constance?
Constance: Is there something you can do!? Of course there is!
Ferdinand: Well, what is it?
Constance: It ought to be plain.
Ferdinand: I do not follow. Please clarify what you mean.
Constance: Have you forgotten the day I revealed to you my silly little dream? If you weren't paying attention, I shall be cross.
Ferdinand: Oh, yes... You must be referring to the oblique request you made concerning peaks and valleys. Not seeing a peak ahead of you, you hoped I might help lift you out of your lowly sta—
Constance: Precisely! You've summed it up completely. Now that you know of what I speak, I want you to forget it immediately. Act as if you heard nothing.
Ferdinand: You want me to forget the occasion you just asked me to remember. I see. Before I discard this memory entirely, might I be so bold as to ask...why?
Constance: Is it not obvious? I don't want my weakness bandied about. I vowed to restore House Nuvelle through my own grand achievement. Just as I would not abandon this dream, I would not accept it being handed to me. Though if I am to be quite honest... The real reason is that letting you in on this vulnerability as a discretion I won't repeat.
Ferdinand: I see. What a curious situation.
Constance: I don't take your meaning.
Ferdinand: The hand of fate stripped everything from me, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. To borrow your words...I was in a valley and a thick shroud of fog obscured the peak before me. Now the cloud has lifted a bit, and I can see a glimpse of what lies ahead.
Constance: And what, dare I ask, do you see?
Ferdinand: There is a towering cliff for you to scale...and a long, rocky path lying ahead of me. Rather than ascending separately, we can join hands and face these obstacles together. Then we can reach the heights of our forebears—or, dare I say, even higher.
Constance: Even higher, you say? Now you remind me once more of the boy I knew. I have but on concern.
Ferdinand: And what might that be?
Constance: That I shall outpace your laggardly efforts.
Ferdinand: Huh? I was being sincere, you know!
Constance: Ahahaha!

Mercedes

Constance	Support information:			Mercedes
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C Support

Constance: Am I in bed dreaming, or is that you, Mercedes? How serendipitous it is to see you again!
Mercedes: Yes, and here we are! You were so small when I saw you last. How you've grown.
Constance: I cannot express how worried I was to hear that you had left House Bartels. I was turned away any time I asked about you, and of course Emile would never tell me anything.
Mercedes: I'm sorry. There was so much going on in House Bartels back then. But enough about all that. How are you, Constance? I hear you've had hardships of your own.
Constance: Indeed. House Nuvelle is no more, and I went alone to the school of sorcery.
Mercedes: Oh! You went to the Royal School of Sorcery? Just before I began at the Officers Academy, I was studying there as well.
Constance: You were?! It must have been after my graduation in 1177...
Mercedes: That was the year I enrolled. We probably just missed each other.
Constance: No! You mean to say that if I had stayed a trifle longer, we could have been reunited sooner?
Mercedes: It seems so. Haha! Ah, dear Constance. When we were little, I thought of you as my little sister. But now that you've grown up, I think our roles might be reversed! I'll be looking up to you now, and maybe even asking for your help sometimes.
Constance: You'd ask for my help? I never thought I'd see the day!
Mercedes: And yet you are seeing it. You know, I had another friend at the school. Her name is Annie. Why don't we all have some tea together? I'm sure you two would really hit it off.
Constance: You must mean Annette. Yes, I would welcome the chance to have a long chat with her. I'll prepare the tea straightaway.
Mercedes: Oh, no need to rush! The tea isn't going anywhere.
Constance: Don't be ridiculous! Time is always of the essence. Why put off for later what I... I could...
Mercedes: Constance? I wonder what's the matter.

Mercedes: Did something happen?
Constance: Mercedes... sharing your precious time with me is perhaps more than I deserve.
Mercedes: What do you mean?
Constance: Why sit with me when you could share your teatime with someone else? I shall instead stand and serve the tea. Though if my presence still proves to be a burden...
Mercedes: Goodness, of course it isn't! Are you feeling alright?
Constance: My feelings are immaterial. Pardon me while I fetch the tea leaves at once.
Mercedes: Until a moment ago, everything seemed all right. Why did she change so suddenly? I'll have to ask her what's going on.

B Support

Mercedes: I see. The sunlight brings back painful memories in you.
Constance: I'm afraid so. Please forgive my behavior from before. I cannot abide these indiscretions of mine.
Mercedes: That's all right. The way you always work so hard day and night, it's no wonder it's had this effect on you. You work harder than anyone I know. I've always been impressed by you, Constance.
Constance: That means a lot to me.
Mercedes: You know, at the school of sorcery, there was a professor that specialized in magical cures. Why not write her a letter? Perhaps she can suggest a treatment that might help.
Constance: I have tried. She could do nothing for me. But I vowed then to the goddess that I would find a way to overcome my trials. I will prove my skills to the goddess and everyone else, bringing me closer to restoring House Nuvelle!
Mercedes: Haha! You're a tough cookie, Constance!
Constance: Naturally. And with your support, I shall grow ever stronger by the day!
Mercedes: I know you will! You know... during the years of political turmoil, House Martritz was destroyed just as your house was. But restoring my father's house has hardly crossed my mind. I guess I'm not as tenacious as you are.
Constance: You needn't be so hard on yourself, Mercedes. You have had other priorities since then. Oh! I've just had a grand idea!
Mercedes: What is it?
Constance: You ought to try to reinstate House Martritz!
Mercedes: Oh dear! I'm not sure that's possible.
Constance: Nonsense. If I can restore my own house, then you can restore yours. As we work to further our own life goals, we shall learn so much that we can share with one another!
Mercedes: You make it sound so simple. How would I even go about that?
Constance: That is simplicity itself! You shall become a prodigy at spellcraft, as I am.
Mercedes: Um, all right.
Constance: I shall master the black arts, and you shall master the white. The world will know us as sister sages!
Mercedes: I see...
Constance: Our names shall ring out across Fódlan, earning us the titles we rightly deserve!
Mercedes: I hope you won't mind me saying so, but this plan seems to have gotten a bit far-fetched.
Constance: Oh, no, not if you join me, Mercedes! Where one may fail, together we are bound to succeed!
Mercedes: She has such big plans... perhaps too big. In that way at least, she's exactly the same as when she was little.

A Support

Constance: Ugh, what's the use? Even with all I've learned, I still don't understand!
Mercedes: Hello, Constance. I hope I'm not interrupting.
Constance: Not at all. I was just in need of a sympathetic ear. I found a magical scroll, which, unless I am mistaken, should relieve me of my woes.
Mercedes: Oh, wonderful!
Constance: Not so fast. The magic within this scroll is a type I have neglected to study. It pains me to admit this, but it may take decades of going back to the basics to grasp it.
Mercedes: Decades? That's a long time to spend with your nose buried in an old piece of parchment.
Constance: Why must the goddess dangle a solution before me, only to cruelly pull it away?
Mercedes: There's no need to despair. To tell the truth, I like you just as you are.
Constance: You do? Why? Those low moods of mine have never done anyone the least bit of good.
Mercedes: You're like a little sister to me. Nothing you do will change that, not even a little bit.
Constance: Really?
Mercedes: Of course. You're my sweet Constance, and I like you just the way you are.
Constance: I... I see. Perhaps my moods are not the great burden I thought they were...
Mercedes: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pressure you. No matter what decision you make, I support you.
Constance: I felt no pressure, I assure you. It's more that I feel... embarrassed to have been embarrassed. I'd put so much effort into finding a magical means to alleviate myself... That it never occurred to me that maybe all I needed was to accept myself.
Mercedes: What will you do with the scroll you found?
Constance: Oh, I'll continue to research it... for research's sake, if nothing else. But I may have no need of it. It's not as if these moods of mine have ever hampered my efforts to restore my house. And I am as a sister to you no matter which face I present, yes? Nothing–no mood, no foe, no obligation–will keep me from honoring my sisterly duty to protect you!
Mercedes: Haha! We can protect each other.
Constance: Good! It is settled! Now we can begin the hard work of reclaiming our titles.
Mercedes: Absolutely! We'll become sister sages and restore our houses to their former glory.
Constance: You understand the plan perfectly! If we walk this path together... it can only end in triumph!

Jeritza

Constance	Support information:			Jeritza
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	Additional notes: Can only grow supports in Crimson Flower

C Support

Constance: Well, well... Look who it is. Emile?! It is you, isn't it? Are you feeling more talkative than when I saw you last?
Jeritza: Do not call me that.
Constance: Oh, look at you. From professor at the Officers Academy to an Imperial general... Though you seem idle enough now. Might you spare a moment for a proper apology?
Jeritza: ...
Constance: Could you not have even informed me when dear Mercedes left House Bartels? To say nothing of the scandal you caused... Granted, I can hardly blame you, that family being what it was. But did it never occur to you that I ought to have been consulted?! We've only known each other since childhood! Such callousness! Such rank insensitivity! Emile! Are you listening?!
Jeritza: ...
Constance: You think you can escape? Ahaha! I won't be denied this time. You may think yourself skilled with a blade, but remember that my spellwork is peerless. Dealing with you would be no more than a murmured word and a flick of a finger.
Jeritza: ... Restrain yourself, Constance.
Constance: I am the model of restraint. On the contrary, Emile, it is you who insists on being so—
Jeritza: I said not to call me that.
Constance: You know I've not slipped from using General Jeritza in public. And this is the thanks I get?

If Mercedes is recruited
Constance: Tell me, have you had a proper chat with Mercedes? You have, surely.

Constance: Ugh. You've always been the sort to keep your own counsel and let others draw their own conclusions.
Jeritza: Would it kill you to be silent for once?
Constance: Emile, stop! This isn't over!

B Support

Jeritza: Hey.
Constance: Ahaha! Did you send for me, Emile?
Jeritza: Stop gossiping about me.
Constance: Gossiping? About you? You wound me, Emile. So what if your name falls from my lips now and then?
Jeritza: If you speak of my past, there will be consequences.
Constance: I am aware. I have been silent regarding you secretly being of House Bartels. No. When I speak of you, I bandy gentler truths, such as your fondness for kittens and ice cream. All the silly little details that make you seem human.
Jeritza: Those details are nobody's business but mine.
Constance: Oh, Emile, do you have any notion what the rank and file say about you?
Jeritza: No.
Constance: They use words like "unapproachable", "menacing", and "inscrutable". Regardless of your skill with a blade, fighting a war as if it were a long series of duels will end in death.
Jeritza: I see that you are still...unhappy with me.
Constance: Ahaha! Whatever do you mean?
Jeritza: The battlefield is solitary, in the end. I've no interest in camaraderie with soldiers.
Constance: Are you implying that, in combat, you are an utterly matchless warrior? That you can vanquish any foe singlehandedly? That you need no cohort supporting you? How perfectly presumptuous! Even I can admit my reliance upon others.
Jeritza: ...
Constance: While you fight, who stands beside you to gauge the tide of battle? Who eliminate the archers aiming for you? Who heals whatever injuries you might sustain? These are questions you should be asking yourself, Emile. I ask them for you because we are old friends.
Jeritza: Always quick to cut to the heart of the matter.
Constance: Just as you are ever an ache in my side.
Jeritza: Whatever. But...there is a truth in your words. However, it is not up for discussion. Stop gossiping about me.
Constance: I shall...consider it.

A Support

Constance: I must thank you, Emile.
Jeritza: Why?
Constance: You came to my aid in that recent skirmish. I loathe being in anyone's debt, so I brought something as thanks. How it warms my heart to see you taking my advice about learning to work with others!
Jeritza: I...do not recall...
Constance: You don't recall working with others? Or you don't recall coming to my aid?
Jeritza: The creature that you saw...is me and is not me.
Constance: Hmm. That sounds perfectly meaningless, and yet I may know exactly what you mean. That aside, this should serve to balance the scales between us. Here.
Jeritza: This...
Constance: It's the same variety of flower you would give to me, those many years ago. I found it at a florist in town. Though I suppose you memory of those days isn't as sharp as mine.
Jeritza: I remember this. I gave you a rose when Count Nuvelle brought you along on his visit to House Bartels. I used to tend to the roses with Mercedes and Mother in the garden.
Constance: So you do remember. The garden of House Bartels did tend to make an impression.
Jeritza: Mother and Mercedes were always so blissful when they spent time there.
Constance: You picked a rose and gave it to me, like the knights in the stories. Your story took a tragic turn... Time has had its way with you.
Jeritza: I thought the same upon seeing you.
Constance: Your sympathy is noted. Out of the two of us, only I could be said to have aged gracefully.
Jeritza: We cannot go back in time. That was my meaning.
Constance: Do not be so hasty. Anything lost can be regained. The garden may be gone by now, but that will change once I have rebuilt House Nuvelle! You'll see when you walk into the grand rose garden I will shall have planted in the center of the estate. You'll come and see it, won't you, Emile?

If Mercedes is recruited
Constance: Along with Mercedes and your mother, of course.

Jeritza: You believe you are capable of that?
Constance: With you assisting me? It is practically guaranteed.
Jeritza: Is it now...
Constance: Some will undoubtedly take forceful issue with the restoration. That's where you come in. What a privilege I am granting you, to play a part in the return of my noble house! Ahaha!
Jeritza: Hm-hm...
Constance: A smile? Spreading across your face? Now that is a rare blossom indeed.
Jeritza: Only in the company of a select few.