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We're blood, so let me make it a little clearer for you, sis. I wanna be sure you understand.

Yes, you're a Lord of Sargon now. Sure.

But me? I'm a bum, abandoned by my family.

And in a few years, when you meet an unfortunate end, I'll go to the Court of Bayalir.

With my pedigree, plus the resources and wealth to prove my loyalty to the Lord Ameer, do you think he might just hand Long Spring back to me?

No!

Why don't I give you another scenario: let's say you die in battle just a short while after taking charge.

Then I hand your corpse over to the Lord Ameer, and get to join the Zhayedan, would that work out better for me?

Drudge, you're a disgusting, horrific, disaster of a person!

You're getting excited, sis.

All that's just hypothetical. It's not real. We're having a brother-sister talk here.

Because I know a much better place for you.

See these things with the rocks on them?

If you're so eager to protect the Infected, why not join 'em?

Drudge!

Once you die from it, I'll find a nice cave to bury you in.

Then you and the old man can watch me dig out the Originium buried under the mines and turn Long Spring into the mineral heart of Bayalir.

So, what do you think?

...You sold out your family, and sold out our land! I curse you, Drudge. May you die a horrible death!

Whatever makes you happy, sis. Curse away. Use that voice while you've still got it.

I guess we're done here.

(Columbian) You, come here.

(Columbian) What is it, Boss?

(Columbian) Bring the Infected to the egghead.

*cough* *cough*...

(Columbian) Right. I'm on it.

(Columbian) What about this kid? Looks like he's on his way out.

(Columbian) Bring him, dead or alive.

(Columbian) As for my sister...

(Columbian) Turn her Infected. You Sarkaz must know how to do it.

(Columbian) Roger.

(Columbian) But that isn't in our contract. There'll be an extra fee.

(Columbian) Save it. You know there'll be plenty of money to go around once our work here is done and the mine is up and running.

What a nice brother you have there.

(Closes eyes)

(Raises weapon)

Erm...

We're under attack! Get a shield up, protect the boss!

Wha?!

What's happening?!

Boss, we've got company!

I thought you took care of all the guardsmen!

I saw! I saw! It's...

Aagh!

Caster, get the monsters moving!

Wait... I see... It's...

Hurry!

Ahhhh! My shoulder! My shoulder!

Don't panic! Where's the enemy?

I... I don't see them!

Fall back. They've got crossbows. Get to cover!

Cover Drudge! We can't let anything happen to him!

I saw! It's a Feline!

Look out! Retreat! Retreat!

You... You're with Rhodes Island...

Can you move, Reproba?

Thanks...

Gaa...

Okay, it's working.

This isn't over yet. Hahaha.

Hmph, the old man's toys can only be useful at a time like this.

You, take the monsters and finish them off.

Roger.

There's too many. I can't guarantee your safe escape.

This will do.

Where are my weapons?

What for?

It's my fault Drudge turned out like this.

I can't face my late father...

But I will carve out that traitor's heart and bury it in Long Spring if it's the last thing I do!

Don't be hasty, there's too many of them. Getting yourself killed won't help the town survive.

I've sent out the signal. They should be here in a minute.

Boss! Those mercenaries and Rhodes Island are assaulting us.

What are you afraid of? With this mansion tough as iron, I don't believe those mercenaries can cause us any harm.

Tell those casters to finish that Feline with monsters. Others go defend the entrance.

Roger.

Report?

They have formed a defensive line with the courtyard walls. I suppose there are snipers and hulky mercenaries hiding behind.

The same way as usual?

A wall like this doesn't even bother me.

Let's show them who's the real boss here.

Now that's a big hole in the wall. I didn't expect a technology like this.

Cover fire! Breaching!

Roger!

Stop them. Now!

Out of my way!

Not over yet!

Bastards! Where the hell are the snipers?

Snipers? There's no more snipers I'm afraid.

Where did you...

Ugh...

We've breached the out wall. Nicely done, old man.

Don't let your guard down. There's still many of them.

Wait... what's that thing they just pushed out?

That's...

Get down!

The ruthless experimental weapon produced a powerful shock wave with a loud bang resounding throughout the sky. The debris of broken buildings splashed everywhere.

*cough*... Bless my ears...

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.