The polish here—smells like cooking oil. How bizarre.

Apologies for my "absence". I had something to look into.

Where are the other key players of the Alliance? I wish to meet them.

Your Highness, firstborn of the late King Lambert Egitte Blaiddyd—what would he say of your manners?

Claude started it.

The one who changed the world.

"Whatever could it be..."

"There is a name for that. Do you know it?"

"Murphy's Law: Anything that can go wrong will go wrong."

Nothing worth sharing, no.

Duly noted. I shall endeavor to earn your approval. Not.

Maël. Now quit behaving as though you alone have all the answers. It's unbecoming.

Rest well.

It's a different world between day and night.

If you would have me.

I have kept to myself for the most part. I've been away on missions, assisting the knights as I am able. We live in troubling times.

Being on the outside looking in... what must its opposite feel like?

If it isn't the sins of our fathers that we carry, what then could possibly account for this weight inside my chest?

Oh no. Whatever will we do.

The pleasure is all mine.