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Per turn: +1
Lugh: Sister! I got the medicine and cloth you asked for from Merlinus.
Elen: Thank you. Could you leave them there, please?
Lugh: Here? If you'll excuse me, I have to get going.
Elen: Are you an assistant to the transporter?
Lugh: No, I fight as well.
Elen: What? A child like you... in battle?
Lugh: I may be a kid, but I'm pretty handy with my magic!
Elen: No, I don't doubt your ability... It's just...children shouldn't be on the battlefield.
Lugh: I'm only about two years younger than Lord Roy, though.
Elen: Lord Roy...has no choice but to be here. That is not the case for you.
Lugh: No, I have no choice, either. I must fight.
Lugh: Thanks for the concern, but I'm fine. Actually, there's someplace I need to be right now. See you later, Sister!
Elen: Do you have a moment?
Lugh: Oh, you're the cleric from before!
Elen: ;y name is Elen.
Lugh: And I am Lugh.
Elen: You really do fight on the battlefield... Are you all right? You're not injured?
Lugh: I'm fine. I may be small, but I'm pretty fast.
Elen: Lugh... I'm still uneasy about allowing such a small child into battle...
Lugh: Do I look so small? But if that's how you want to play it, then isn't it just as dangerous to send a frail lady like you into battle?
Elen: That...may be true, but...
Lugh: Yep! So if you're ever in danger, I'll come to your rescue. You can count on me!
Elen: All right, Lugh. Please don't do anything rash.
Lugh: Sister Elen!
Elen: Lugh? What's wrong?
Lugh: I-I thought I saw an enemy near you... Huff, huff... But I guess I was wrong. Thank goodness.
Elen: You were looking out for me? Thank you.
Lugh: Of course! I said I would protect you.
Elen: You have such a kind heart... I'm sure God looks favorably on you.
Lugh: ...That smile makes you look like a goddess!
Elen: A goddess? Me?
Lugh: Actually, I was worried about you because you always looked so pensive. Not that I can really blame you given the war and all... But I feel so much better when you smile like that!
Elen: I feel better when I see your smile too, Lugh.
Per turn: +2
Lugh: Chad! There you are.
Chad: Something smells good...
Lugh: Here you go. That's your share.
Chad: Wow, baked tarts! Where'd you get these?
Lugh: The man who delivers our meals gave me some extra ones.
Chad: ...They look so good... Can I really have them?
Lugh: Of course.
Chad: All right! Thanks! ...They taste as good as they look.
Lugh: Ha ha!
Lugh: Oh, sorry. It's just that you always look so happy when you're eating.
Chad: I do?
Lugh: Yeah. You look so peaceful. I'm almost envious.
Chad: W-what the...? Don't make fun of me. I-I'll be going now. Thanks for the food!
Lugh: 7Ha ha, I wasn't making fun of you. It's nothing to be embarrassed of.
Chad: Lugh! Here.
Lugh: What? Oh, a new pair of shoes? Where did you get these?
Chad: I didn't steal them, all right? The other day I came across an old lady who lost her key, so I helped her out and she gave me these shoes as thanks.
Lugh: Then why don't you wear them? She gave them to you, not me.
Chad: No, it's all right. My shoes aren't as beat up as yours, and besides, they're a little small for me anyway.
Lugh: But we're the same size. If they're small for you, they must be small for me, too.
Chad: J-just take them! I'm older, so my feet are a little bigger than yours!
Lugh: What? That's not how it works!
Chad: Of course it is! End of story. Just take the shoes, all right? See you.
Lugh: Chad! ...Thanks.
Lugh: Chad! What's wrong? Is something on your mind?
Chad: Lugh... I was just thinking that we've been in this army for a while now. I wonder how the children are doing...
Lugh: Yeah, I wonder. I hope they're being good for the Elimine priests...
Chad: I wonder if they're waiting for us to return...
Lugh: ...I'm sure they are. We're family.
Chad: I've got to say... I'm glad you came.
Lugh: Oh? Do you finally think I'm strong enough?
Chad: I already knew that you were strong...
Lugh: Then what?
Chad: How can I say this...? Your twin brother, Raigh. I always felt I was the odd one out when we three were together.
Lugh: Don't be ridiculous! You're family to me, just as much as Raigh is!
Chad: Yeah, I know! I know better now. I was just creating a wall around myself. But now I know that you're family.
Lugh: ...Okay, I'll let it slide. You're my older brother, even if you are...a little childish.
Chad: What?! Get back here, Lugh!
Lugh: Ha ha ha ha...
Per turn: +3
Lugh: Raigh! Raigh! Can you hear me, Raigh?
Raigh: ...Yes, I can hear you. You don't have to shout like that. ...What do you want?
Lugh: Here. That's your share.
Raigh: Hm? What are these?
Lugh: Baked tarts. The man who delivers our meals gave me some extra ones. They look good, don't they?
Raigh: ...Sweets... They're hard to find nowadays. Savor them and eat them for yourself.
Lugh: It's no fun if I eat them alone. Let's eat them together a little later. Anyway, I have to go now. Oh, one more thing. You should at least respond when you're spoken to! I don't mind that much, but strangers might get ideas. They might think that you're antisocial or something.
Raigh: Well, they'd be right. ...But whatever. My dear brother is as naive as ever.
Lugh: Are you doing all right?
Raigh: What do you mean, "all right"?
Lugh: I was a little worried that you'd left again. The first time was so sudden. You just left a note and disappeared. I thought you might have walked off again without a word...
Lugh: Your note said you wanted to train your dark magic skills alone. Was I...in your way? You didn't want me around...?
Raigh: N-no, that's not it... I always planned to come back once I became a powerful shaman.
Lugh: I knew it, Raigh! I knew you'd come back for the children!
Raigh: What? No, that's not--
Lugh: I'm so relieved! You haven't changed at all. You're still the kind-hearted Raigh I know and love. I'll go pray! I'm going to thank God for letting me see you again!
Raigh: Uh... Bye, I guess? ...Sigh... Why is he like that?
Raigh: Lugh, I need to tell you something.
Lugh: What is it, Raigh?
Raigh: I...I'm sorry I left the orphanage without saying anything. I...uh...I want to apologize for that...
Lugh: It's all right now. I understand.
Raigh: A-and one more thing! I'll never disappear without telling you again!
Raigh: So will you stop hovering around me all the time? Come on. Please!
Lugh: ...Do you dislike being near me?
Raigh: Er... N-no, not exactly, but...
Lugh: Then what's the problem? Who knows if we'll still be together when we grow up?
Lugh: If... If I don't make it through this war, promise me you'll pick up the children at the St. Elimine Church.
Raigh: Don't say that. We'll both survive.
Lugh: Yeah... You're right. Something's wrong with me today.
Raigh: I won't let you die. You're my brother. My only brother.
Lugh: Thanks, Raigh.
Per turn: +1
Melady: Whew... Sorry to work you so hard, Tryffin... Good girl.
Lugh: Wow! A wyvern! Wow, it's so big! Is this wyvern yours? Will it get angry if I touch it?
Melady: No, go ahead. She's a gentle one.
Lugh: Wow, such hard scales... Her fangs are so sharp too! Amazing... Are you a wyvern rider?
Melady: Yes, I am.
Lugh: Really!? I thought only Bern had wyvern riders!
Lugh: They say Bern's wyvern riders are unbeatable, so I was a little nervous... But they're nothing if we have wyvern riders on our side, too! I want to defeat Bern, but I'm not very good with my magic yet, so I can't do all that much on my own...
Lugh: Oh...I better get going. See you later! Thanks for letting me pet your wyvern.
Melady: Yes... See you...
Lugh: Hello! Can I give this to your wyvern?
Melady: ...Hello. What are those?
Lugh: I got some extra baked tarts, so I wanted to give some to the wyvern. Oh wait, do wyverns even eat food like this?
Melady: You love them, don't you, Tryffin? Thank you.
Lugh: She's called Tryffin? Can I call her that, too?
Melady: Of course.
Lugh: Here you go, Tryffin. Eat up. Good, aren't they?
Melady: ...What is your name?
Lugh: Me? I'm Lugh, from Lycia. What's your name? Where are you from?
Melady: I'm Melady. ...I come from Bern.
Lugh: !!! ...You're joking, right?
Melady: ...I'm sorry. I couldn't get myself to say it...
Melady: Wait! Lugh! ...I know it was inevitable, but still... I'm sorry, Tryffin. Just when you had made a little friend...
Lugh: Hello, Madam Melady.
Lugh: ...I'm sorry I ran off like that before.
Melady: No, it's all right. I'm glad you're speaking to me again.
Lugh: I didn't want things to end like that. ...Will you listen to my story?
Melady: Of course.
Lugh: My parents died when I was four, and ever since then I'd been living at an orphanage in Lycia. It was tiny, with only seven kids andone priest who we all called Poppa. The oldest kids were Chad and my twin brother Raigh and I, so we three took care of the younger children. We were poor, but we were happy anyway. But after Bern started this war, our lives began to change. Food started getting scarce, and we sometimes had to resort to begging... Chad... He started stealing food without telling Poppa... Raigh got fed up with that lifestyle and left one day without a word. I hated Bern... We all did. Bern was responsible for everything... Bern killed Poppa... I just wanted Bern to disappear.
Lugh: That's what I kept telling myself. ..Anger motivates better than sorrow... Anger has kept me alive... So that I can protect the children... ...Sigh... So...for now, at least until the war ends... I have to stay angry at Bern. ...But you're on our side, right? I don't have to hate you... Do I? ...But, you're on our side, right? I don't have to hate you...right?
Melady: It would make me so happy if you didn't hate me, Lugh. If you would let me, I'd even like to be...your friend.
Lugh: Thank you, Madam Melady.
Per turn: +1
Hugh: Oh... H-hey. You're Lugh, right? I, uh, I'm sorry I mistook you for your brother the other day...
Lugh: No, Hugh, it's all right. We're twins, so no one can really tell us apart anyway.
Hugh: Oh man, I'm really sorry, though. I can't believe I just lost it and grabbed you by the collar like that. I'm a terrible person.
Lugh: ...But it was Raigh's fault for running off with your spell tome. I should be apologizing to you.
Hugh: No, never mind that. It was my fault for letting my guard down anyway.
Lugh: But... ...... Yeah, you're right, never mind. That whole business let us meet each other, so it's not that bad.
Hugh: Yeah! We're both mages, so let's help each other along!
Lugh: Yeah, actually, I was hoping that you would teach me some things.
Lugh: Hugh! Are you all right?
Hugh: Huh? What do you mean?
Lugh: Your elbow's bleeding! We have to wrap it...
Hugh: Oh, I got hit in that last fight. Don't worry about it. It's no a big deal.
Lugh: Yes it is! You can't leave a wound like that alone...
Hugh: Lugh? You look a little pale, too...
Lugh: ...I've lost enough people I care about already. ...I'll treat your wound.
Hugh: ...... All right, thanks.
Hugh: Lugh, about before...
Lugh: I'm sorry! You said you were all right, but I just ignored you and... I'm sure you don't like it when kids act like they know more than you...
Hugh: Don't be ridiculous. Don't apologize for helping me.
Lugh: But you seemed to be avoiding me, so I thought you were mad...
Hugh: ...I was embarrassed, that's all.
Lugh: What? Why?
Hugh: Because... No one ever cared for me that much my whole life... My grandmother raised me, but she's a real kook. She's given me injuries way worse than this one, but she never once used her staves to heal me! I was just happy to have someone concerned about me for a change... Thanks, man. You're my new best friend.
Lugh: Of course, Hugh! Let's be friends forever!!