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I know what you're thinking, but none of your caterwauling will distract us.

Really? Sounds to me like they're putting up a fight over their end. Sure you shouldn't give them a hand?

Quiet.

Hah. You've got some balls to be giving me lip, Viccy!

Gugh—!

Quiet, or I'll split your skull open.

You—Victorians... what gives you the right?

Don't oversell yourself, Taran. I've no prejudice or hate against your lot. At most, I think you're just sad.

You're a political force to be used. A piece on the Dukes' board.

We've been as friendly as we can be to you, since that's just common courtesy, but you should know a band of refugees dying here won't be any skin off our backs.

...Have we got orders?

If they want backup, we'll do as the captain told us and deal with the ones here first.

Target fleeing, inbound towards Team 1. Teams 1 and 2, continue the pursuit. All other units, retreat.

Give them the opportunity to regroup. We'll take them in all at once.

Reed, how'd you shake that investigator? Chenchen and I were just goin' to rescue you!

Hey, come on. Terra to Reed, let's go.

There's fewer this way. Let's take this chance and break through!

Where are the others... Are they still by the forest?

I'd think so. We'll find a way out first, then we can save them!

—Crossbowmen?

You thought you could waltz on out of here?

These crossbowmen didn't attack before.

Some of them are lying in ambush. There's no telling how many of them we're dealing with.

They must think really highly of us to greet us with so many elite troops.

Doesn't matter how many of them we're dealin' with. We've no choice but to fight past them one by one!

No... wait, Bagpipe.

We aren't the only ones they're targeting...

Ugh, you're right. They're reorganizing their forces.

In which case... they're very quick at it. They must've planned this in advance. The opening they're giving us may well be intentional.

Would anyone more really come out to these barrens, though...?

Hostiles sighted!

Prepare grenades. Alert the decoy team.

The squadron emerges from the dark, like the ghosts that appeared on the County Hillock streets.

Bagpipe's grip tightens on her fortcracker.

...Dublinn.

We've confirmed the enemy commander's identity. It's exactly who you said it would be.

The Redsteel Guard Captain... He came to rescue the Draco as a Dublinn member?

Just as I thought.

This might turn into an open confrontation between two dukes. The Iron Duke is seeking to turn County Trent into a battlefield. They won't act too rashly just yet.

Let's keep waiting for the most opportune moment.

Target sighted. Prioritize capturing her...

Ugh...!

Out of the way.

Your weapon... You're a Victorian soldier? She's got a Victorian soldier by her side?

Huh? Is that so strange? There's Victorian soldiers everywhere here.

Split the three of them apart! Don't waste time on anyone who isn't the target!

—We've secured the target! Team 3, evacuate with the target!

Target... You mean... Reed?

Urgh...!

Long time no see, Loughshinny... Say, we're old friends, aren't we?

Don't be too nervous, now. And no getting worked up, either. Such a touching reunion—I can't imagine you'd approve of greeting your old friend with violence, hm?

It really is such a shame. You know, you were always open to leave.

In fact, the Leader's acquiesced to your little runaway act.

Are you... taking me back?

But I can't go back. There'd be no place for me there anymore.

No... there never was... any place for me.

No, I understand. Not fond of your status as a shadow. Untrusting of the men recruited by your own lies.

But where else could you go, if not Dublinn? Where would you make your home, as a Draco?

I...

Loughshinny. Oh, poor Loughshinny... To tell the truth, I have some genuine sympathy for you.

You see, you only ever spare a few more words for me when it comes to all that fictional poetry, all that made-up flowery language. It makes us feel like we really are old friends.

If you had your own life to live, you'd be roaming the ancient moors like the bards do, or whiling the day away reading, cozied up in a nice little hut, making a living for yourself by writing copies... Wonderful, wonderful dreams, I can say that.

So living aboard the ship must've been oh-so satisfying for you. Why didn't you keep laying low, I wonder?

The Leader... knows, doesn't she?

In County Hillock. So many innocent civilians, killed in the scheming and the plotting. She... She knew for the longest time, didn't she?

Well, you know her best. Why double-check with me?

If they hadn't perished in the County Hillock melee, the Leader would've done it herself.

Truly, a series of shames. If 'The Elocutionist' and his merry men went about County Hillock following their orders instead of getting up to their little tricks, they could've lived out a few more days by the Leader's side.

If Mandragora had done what she was told in Londinium and brought 'The Spy' back, she wouldn't have needed to die that horrible death down in the sewers.

...And if you'd just kept on staying in hiding out of fate's way, I wouldn't be so inclined to fetch you back for Dublinn, either.

I have to run.

But where will I go?

You should feel lucky, honestly, that I found you first. I'm sparing you the time you need.

If it was 'The Brigadier' who came across you, he would have murdered you the moment you'd hesitated.

No... They want me no more than a shadow. I won't live a life like that again...

Taking a spear to the ashes—has to be so much easier... than tearing clean through bodies of flesh and blood.

Hunf—! Alright, this'll keep you lot lyin' down!

Reed, how are you—

...Don't look.

Every time she casts her Arts, Reed closes her eyes.

But not Bagpipe. Bagpipe sees a flame light atop the apex of her spear.

Right. Didn't she meet her in County Hillock? She was the Dublinn Caster stood under the statue in the square, staring coldly out at the burning streets, at the deaths of countless people.

She trusts Outcast, and Rhodes Island... and it makes her not want to believe her own impression, her sole single glance.

You're...

Bagpipe, how is it going over there? Can you lure Dublinn's side and the Intelligence Service muscle together?

Eh?

Aye, I'm on it!

Och, you're not layin' hands on Reed! Out of the way!

In the brief breath she catches between stance and attack, she reflexively looks behind herself again.

A mist sweeps across her view, crossing between her and Reed.

All units, use the fog as cover. Penetrate the battlefield.

Originium Arts! Stay alert! Gather up!

Reconfirm your positions!

Ah! 'The Brigadier.' You're here... yes, you have command now...

She has to run. The fog is giving her a chance. She knows the strategy of turning a battle into an uncontrolled brawl well. All she has to do is take her spear up and spur on the flames.

But what comes after?

She is Dublinn's '<i>Leader</i>.'

She stands for Dublinn's flames. She set light to the land in swaths. She took lives upon lives.

She made illusory promises, all in her own voice. She proclaimed, time and again, she would bring about a new age, one belonging to the Tarans.

Team 1, attack straightaway. Do not be concerned about hurting the target!