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! | |
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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! | |
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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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So many cool things to buy, so little gold to spend. What's a girl to do? | |
Oh, what a dazzling ray of sunshine! | |
What the hell? Can't a girl think without some idiot making comments? | |
(Masashi enters the scene.) | |
Most fair of maidens, you have made this already beautiful day even more dazzling with your presence. | |
Uh-huh. Look, buddy, I'm a little busy right now. There are plenty of other women around for you to "converse" with. | |
Oh? What has consumed your attention so? | |
I'm shopping. It's how I unwind. | |
Shopping? As in PAYING for things? | |
I'm not a thief, Maso. | |
It's Masashi. | |
Yeah, whatever, Mason. Anyway, I'm trying to decide what to buy. | |
A goddess like you shouldn't have to spend money. Tell me what you want, my lovely lady, and I'll buy it for you. I can even help you carry your purchases. | |
Oh? Why, thank you! It's so nice for a gentleman to offer to pay for me. Now, I need this dress, that platter of pastries, oh and that pearl necklace... | |
Wait, slow down- | |
I thought we could get some pie from the tea shop over there, some more shoes would be nice too... | |
Oh Merin, my poor wallet! | |
Why, of course! Certainly. | |
Merin, Oreg, Medea, Fueg, Folia, please spare me! |