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Did you go over to Lemuen's side the moment you saw her? I don't think I need to waste my time explaining this again.

But I'll stop you, Oren.

Lemuen?

Ugh. She caught up.

Buy time while I rendezvous with the troops.

No way. Do you see the expression on her face?

I'm not getting on her bad side. I still remember when she dragged me out of school and confiscated my drone. I never saw it again.

Gratias, Serpilia.

You never thought to convince the abbot to bring the monastery back to Laterano.

That's your job.

You never intended to let any of the Sarkaz leave, you've even got commandos deployed to carry out your plan.

Fifty men... the limit of what I can muster.

What are the Lateran laws to you, Oren?

I will submit myself to His Holiness's judgment when we get back... though I don't think I've done anything that should be punished.

You know the consequences of an assault on the abbey.

The people here, both Sankta and Sarkaz, are like travelers who lost their way in the wilderness, who found warmth by a campfire.

The campfire guides their kin to rescue them, and other poor wandering souls.

They have no one to count on. They are weak and frightened. But they still hold on to their precious kindness.

That's why Gerald gave his life to plead with us, and ordered the Sarkaz under his leadership to keep the peace between the two sides.

But what if the campfire has attracted some beasts?

I wish I could say pretty words and do the kind of work everyone admires, Cardinal Aide Lemuen.

But I can't. You've never traveled the war-torn wastes with thousands upon thousands of refugees, seen the dark cloud that blankets the skies over Londinium.

But I thought you would at least have a tacit understanding with me, give some thought to the danger in letting those Sarkaz go.

The atrocities the Sarkaz committed in Victoria are well-known. They continue to spread their terror across the lands.

If you truly believe in His Holiness's plan, believe in the value of the Legati, then you should understand why Laterano can't be merciful here.

The friendship that Laterano built at the Summit of Nations is more fragile than the paper windows of this corridor.

The Sarkaz in the abbey are resentful, and affected by Arturia's Arts. There's no telling what lengths they will go to in order to get revenge after they leave.

Plus, what would happen if word got out that a Lateran nomadic abbey has been colluding with the Sarkaz for decades?

How will Laterano uphold its sanctity among the nations of Terra? How will she maintain her already-fragile diplomatic ties?

What will the Holy City look like when the fires of war burn?

Fifty men. That's all will take to resolve the situation here, and bury it all in darkness.

These Sarkaz are hunters, farmers... the only mercenary is dead. We saw proof with our own eyes.

You're planning a massacre.

You talk about upholding Laterano's sanctity, when you're the one defiling it. Don't you see the hypocrisy in that?

You're the hypocrite here, Lemuen.

The 'Lemuen the Silent' I know wouldn't have blinked at something like this.

Did five years asleep change you?

Or was it the so-called 'Martyr'—

Oren never managed to say the name.

The wheelchair closes the distance in the blink of an eye, and his midsection meets the barrel of a sniper rifle. Leaning against the wall, he barely manages to stay on his feet, and it takes all his effort to keep his voice level.

Gah—

Go on.

...Lemuen the Silent.

I told you not to get on her bad side.

Team Two at target location. Charges set.

All three exits on the blueprints of Sanctilaminium Ambrosii are under control.

If anyone tries to get out, the explosion will collapse the passage and force them back...

More like bury them under the rubble. Team Two was laughing about not being too precise here.

Go ahead.

Teams Three and Four have taken the high ground. We have sniper cover in all directions.

All teams in position.

Right on time.

Reverend Oren, we are in position to begin the assault on the Sarkaz in the abbey.

Repeat: We are in position.

What is it?

No response.

...That's not good.

Ha, don't worry about it. He probably has his hands full with an extra-large crepe.

Does that happen a lot?

All the time. First time on a special operation? Chill. The Lateran watches over you.

Just make sure you're ready. We'll go in the front door if we can't reach Oren, or if there's any unusual activity.

No one in the hallway. Quick, this way.

That way leads out the abbey. Aren't we looking for Gerald?

No, I need to get you to safety first.

Didn't you hear? The Laterans are taking the abbey by force. That woman, Serpilia, might have played nice, but the army won't.

You can't be seen by the Lateran army. You're fallen. To them, you're evi...

Go ahead, Raimund. I can handle it.

Don't... don't let me interrupt you, I did Fina.

All I meant to say is that you've never changed, not to me, Fortuna.

Anyway, you're in the same boat we are. It's only going to mean more trouble for the others if you stay behind.

...Alright.

I'll do as you say.

But what about you, Raimund? Will you be alright?

Don't worry, Gerald made plans for everything. I'm sure he anticipated something like this.

I'll come back and help him once I've found a safe place for you.

Your palms are sweating, Raimund. What's going on?

Nothing, just... a feeling I can't describe, like a heavy weight...

Maybe it's just that I didn't eat breakfast.

If not for all this, we would be having communion right now, with Gerald and everyone else...

We'll have plenty of chances.

Take a deep breath, Raimund. I'll be the one pulling you along now.

This way. The rooms here are all empty. No one will see us.

I'm fine. We're almost to the front door.

The Laterans might hear us opening the door. We go right as soon as we're outside. The rocks and tall grass should provide cover.

Are you ready? I pulled the latch.

Th-This is...

So that's why I had a feeling. Lateran troops.

Stay behind me, Fortuna.

...Team One here. Sarkaz sighted at the front door.

Good morning, Your Excellency.

Good morning again, Jori. Please, see to the others.

Yes, Father.

Father Abbot, we...

Much has happened of late, Sural. I understand your unease.

Should we have come? Would those people from Laterano...

It'll be alright.

All who dwell in the Sanctilaminium Ambrosii are welcome in this chapel. That's how things have been for the last ten years.

Sit up front, Sural. Just like always. No need to worry.

Laterans do not interrupt a communion in progress.

Please, take your seats.