Krista
| Your Highness! May I have a word with you? |  |
| Oh, Masashi. What is it? | |
| I would like to humbly apologize for my behavior when we first met. It was, quite frankly, a terrible first impression. | |
| You can say that again. | |
| Why, your beauty is unparalleled! You swing your blade with such grace. The way you lead your army has such refinement. I was completely wrong about you! | |
| Dear Medea... Look, you don't gotta say stuff you don't mean. | |
| What? But I do mean what I said. | |
| Sure, sure. Anyway, I've got more important things to do than listen to shallow compliments. See ya. | |
| (Krista leaves the scene.) | |
| Ah, Your Highness! Hm... Perhaps words alone are not enough. I shall prove to her my honesty by any means necessary! | |
| Next | |
| B Support | |
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| Masashi!! | |
| Your Highness? Is something wrong? | |
| Yes. Multiple somethings, actually. It's about all the gifts from you that were outside my chambers. | |
| Oh, is that all? Did you not like them? | |
| Look, I will admit this is very flattering. But, dear Medea, I can just feel Forrest staring daggers at you from across the room. I'm saying this because I'm honestly fearing for your life- | |
| You actually care about me? | |
| I never said that. I just don't want Forrest to commit murder. So, just cool it with the gifts, alright? I don't want to lose a valuable member of the army because he's being stupid. | |
| (Krista leaves the scene.) | |
| Oh, Merin... She said I was valuable! Masashi, you're in now! | |
| Next | |
| A Support | |
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| Ah, Your Highness! I did not expect to see you at the archery range. | |
| Hm. | |
| A master of the bow yourself, I see. You're just full of surprises, aren't you? | |
| (Krista shoots an arrow.) | |
| ... | |
| A bullseye! You have great aim, Your Highness, even while I'm conversing with you like this. You have great focus- | |
| Shut up already. | |
| P-Pardon? I apologize. Am I distracting you? | |
| Technically, no. Just... Just don't talk to me while I shoot, okay? | |
| Er, alright. | |
| (Krista shoots another arrow.) | |
| ... | |
| ... | |
| (Krista shoots a third arrow. It misses.) | |
| Sh-Shit... | |
| Your Highness? What's wrong? Why are you crying? | |
| Masashi, I'm sorry. It's just... When you started talking like that, it reminded me of Ervan... | |
| Ervan? | |
| My fiancee. ... Ex-fiancee. And former prince of Fuegsol. He taught me everything about the bow, and we would talk just like this during training. | |
| I see. ... I deeply apologize, Your Highness. I did not mean to bring up such memories. | |
| It's okay. You didn't know. If anything, I should be sorry for snapping at you earlier. | |
| It's understandable. Just me being stupid. Haha... | |
| Heh. | |
| Alright, let's get those tears dried, Your Highness. And if you'd like, we can train together. Perhaps you could give me some tips? I'd love to hear about Fuegan archery techniques. | |
| Sure. I'd like that. | |
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