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| “ | The thing that guides us ahead is not the ritual itself, but we ourselves after we go through the whole experience. "Only you can find the right way forward for yourself, and it is only with your own two legs that you can walk that path." | ” |
| <Background 1> | |
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| Weary-eyed Gravedigger | Hm? How deep are we? |
| Pasty-faced Gravedigger | Reckon we should dig a little more? It'll all be a wasteland here sooner or later. It's not like you could stick wheels under the graves. Folks want to leave behind some trace of their lives after they die... but it's all a pointless dream, sadly. Might as well ask for a cremation and have your ashes scattered in the wilderness. |
| Weary-eyed Gravedigger | That would put us out of a job, though. |
| Pasty-faced Gravedigger | True enough. |
| Weary-eyed Gravedigger | If you ask me, graves aren't for the dead. It's the living who need these things... The ceremonies and the big chunk of rock that goes on top of them. Those are the things that folks say their goodbyes to before starting anew— |
| Pasty-faced Gravedigger | Hah, until it's their turn to bite the dust. |
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| Andoain | The preparations for the ritual are almost complete. |
| Cecelia | Um... I... I'm not sure. I... I don't feel so good today... Mamma... Mister Friar, I was really happy yesterday... Rosella told me about lots of fun stuff... We prepared for the funeral together, and it felt like... I was doing something for Mamma. But... we're done with everything now... What comes next? I think... I worked really hard... for Mamma... But... can Mamma see all that? Does all of this... really mean something? Mister Friar, have you gone through this a lot? When it happens... during... the funeral... what... what should I do? And what do I do... once it's over? |
| Andoain | Hm. Right, the funeral... You're still young, but I don't want to hide anything from you. We do a lot of things for others, but, in the end, we do it for ourselves. Cecelia, this isn't selfishness. Rather, it just means that, ultimately, everything that the living do is to mold and shape themselves. We hold funerals and say our goodbyes when our loved ones leave us, but it's also a respite for ourselves. It's a way to mark the road that we've trodden. Many grown-ups... use this as a way to find peace, but whether they truly find it, or indeed anything, isn't the fault of the funeral itself. It's really up to us, after we go through the thing. Once we are done looking back and resting, we must keep going forward. |
| Cecelia | But where do we go after that? |
| Andoain | That is something you need to ask yourself, Cecelia. This is a question that only you can answer yourself, and it's a question that both you, I, and everyone must answer in our lifetimes. |
| Cecelia | Ask myself... |
| Andoain | Only you can find the right way forward for yourself, and it is only with your own two legs that you can walk that path. |
| Cecelia | What about you, Mister Friar? You know so much... What is your road like? |
| Andoain | I can't answer you that. I'm afraid I can't even say I've found it. It's a tough search, and a sad journey. It makes you wonder if the way forward ever truly exists. But I haven't given up, and that is why I, and my brothers and sisters, call ourselves... ..."the Pathfinders." |
| <Background 2> | |
| [Ezell searches for something around the chapel.] | |
| Ezell | Candelabra, candelabra. Where does one find...? (Somebody's there... That Liberi from the hospital? Patia, was it? And the Legatus called Oren, too. |
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| [Oren is seen arguing with Patia.] | |
| Oren | I really don't get it. What is that guy even doing? |
| Patia | Watch your words, Oren. |
| Oren | This is the perfect time to act. There are lots of other things we could be doing besides wasting time on a funeral. |
| Patia | And I thought you were close to the girl's mother. How cold-blooded of you. |
| Oren | I'd already made my decision when I told Andoain about Cecelia. She's capable of knocking this city off its godly throne. That also means she can shake that saint who's always hiding behind the red and gold curtain... and plenty of others besides. |
| Ezell | (What is he talking about?) |
| Patia | A Sankta wants to bring down his holy city with the help of a mixed-blood girl? Scandalous. |
| Oren | You make it sound like I just want to burn it all down for no good reason. I said "capable." That doesn't mean we have to do it. In fact, if we don't do it, then her worth as a bargaining chip is that much more. I just have to make sure Cecelia doesn't end up in the Pope's hands... On that point at least, Andoain and I are aligned. |
| Patia | A word of advice. I don't know what kind of tricks you're trying to play with Cecelia, but do not forget the promise you made to the Guide. |
| Oren | Thanks for the tip... I don't mind walking this path with you folks for a little longer. Now, you'll have to excuse me. I have better places to be than a funeral. |
| [Ezell eavesdrops the talk between Oren and Patia.] | |
| Ezell | ...... (Looks like they aren't all on the same wavelength.) (But what worries me more... is that there's a Legatus involved.) (I'll take Cecelia and leave once the funeral is over.) |
| <Background 1> | |
| Ezell | Cecelia. Cecelia! |
| Andoain | Senior Ezell, the funeral will be starting soon. |
| [Ezell walks to Andoain.] | |
| Ezell | Andoain, I don't care about your grand ideals, and I'm not interested in discussing faith with you. So once the funeral is over... I'm leaving with Cecelia. |
| Andoain | Where will you go? |
| Ezell | ...... None of your concern. |
| Andoain | It's time to light the candles, Senior Ezell. Go, be with Cecelia. |
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| The early spring mornings are still frigid here in Laterano. Sankta funerals are often accompanied by laughter, music, sweets, and the occasional, inconsequential explosion. The departed become one with the Holy Spirit and return to Heaven. This is worthy of celebration. But there is another kind of Sankta "funeral" unknown to other races: On a certain hour of a certain day, a great sorrow will seize all Sankta by the throat. They will not be able to move, breathe, or avert their eyes. Each and every fragile soul will be swept away as if by the floodwaters of a broken dam. Yet neither the joy of the former nor the awesome power of the latter can be found today in the Ecclesia Requietum of Pagus Stevonus. We find only a frail girl, trying her hardest to swing the absurdly unwieldy shovel in her hands. A girl trying to shovel the last bit of dirt onto her mother's resting place. | |
| Andoain | Go, Cecelia. It's time to see goodbye. |
| [Cecelia stood before her mother's grave.] | |
| Cecelia | ...... Mamma... What should I do? When I think to myself that... I'm doing this for Mamma, I don't feel scared of anything... I feel like I can do anything. It feels like I've gotten a little stronger since you've been gone... Is it because I got a little older? But Mister Ezell says... I won't get to see you anymore. Even if I grow up and grow even stronger, I won't see you again... right? When I do a good job, you won't be there to reward me... When I do something bad, you won't be there to get angry at me... So, why should I grow up? Mister Friar says... I'm doing your funeral and saying goodbye to you... for myself... What does it mean to do something for myself? I'm scared... Mamma... A few days ago, a prioress lady that I don't know told me that, whether we do it with tears or smiles, the ones who are leaving us will accept our goodbyes. I don't get it... Mamma, should I cry, or should I smile? Mister Friar said it's a question for myself... but I... I don't know... |
| Andoain | There is no rush, Cecelia. You still have lots of time. |
| ??? | Too bad, then, that yours just ran out. |
| [Suddenly an explosion occurs close to Andoain as Fiammetta and Mostima reveal themselves.] | |
| Mostima | Hey, been a while. |
| Fiammetta | I've finally got you, Andoain. |
| Andoain | Mostima, Fiammetta... my dear old friends, long time no see. If you're here to mourn the dead, I'm afraid you came a little too late. |
| Fiammetta | That's alright. We can always make some more. |
| “ | "Life in Laterano is precious." Does Ezell, your typical Lateran, have to choose a path he never once considered? And how did the decisively atypical Andoain choose his path? | ” |
| <Background 1> | |
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| [A fight broke out between Fiammetta and Mostima against Andoain and his followers.] | |
| Ezell | Cecelia, watch out! |
| Cecelia | Mister Ezell! |
| Patia | Guide... We have to hold our ground! |
| Ezell | It's you! Cecelia isn't your bargaining chip! |
| Fiammetta | Ezell, give her to me! |
| Ezell | ...... |
| Fiammetta | Hey, Ezell! What's the big idea? Don't tell me you're working with these... |
| [Patia strikes Fiammetta...] | |
| Patia | Heretics? Terrorists? Apostates? Are those the only names that the Church can come up with? |
| Fiammetta | Out of the way, Patia! |
| Patia | You were right, Fiammetta... It's not easy to change the way someone thinks. That goes for both of us. |
| [...and both engages in a duel.] | |
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| Andoain | You look like you're doing well. |
| Mostima | Much thanks to you. You look like you've aged a lot, though... "Guide." |
| Andoain | Haha, I have you to thank for that, too. The gunshot wound took forever to heal. |
| Mostima | Hahaha, not bad. Definitely better than having her shoot you. |
| Andoain | That is true. |
| Mostima | Lemuen almost died. |
| Andoain | I know. It was the better option, over her bullet. |
| Mostima | Looks like that mental illness of yours hasn't gotten any better. Hey, kid. You must be Ezell. |
| Ezell | (Another Legata...? What should I...?) |
| [Mostima removes her hood to reveal her horns.] | |
| Cecelia | ! |
| Ezell | A fallen angel?! Miss Fiammetta, what's going on? |
| Andoain | Ah... you fell. Of course. You shot at me. You can't feel anymore. |
| Mostima | So I use my eyes to see and my mind to think. The little girl there is Cecelia, right? |
| Cecelia | Miss, you have horns, but you also have a halo... Are you a Sankta? |
| Mostima | Uh, maybe? I don't exactly know, actually. Listen, Ezell. Bring Cecelia over here. She'll be fine. |
| Ezell | I'm supposed to trust a fallen angel? |
| Mostima | I've gotta be more trustworthy than a pissed-off Liberi. |
| Fiammetta | Hey! You mean that bitch over there, right?! |
| Patia | ...... |
| [Patia fires several shots at Fiammetta while she is being distracted, but she deflected them in time.] | |
| Andoain | Mostima... We haven't finished her mother's funeral yet. |
| Mostima | Whoa, I almost bought into that. Are you really such a dutiful curate for this Ecclesia Requietum, Andoain? |
| Fiammetta | Mostima! Did you follow me here just to catch up on old times? |
| Mostima | Ezell, have you made up your mind yet? |
| Ezell | Cecelia, we... |
| [Rosella shows up.] | |
| Cecelia | Miss... |
| Rosella | Cecelia... You aren't done yet. |
| Cecelia | Right... |
| Ezell | ...... |
| Mostima | Andoain, you've got a decent crowd here. You brought so many with you just to get Cecelia? |
| Andoain | ...... |
| Mostima | Oh, almost forgot. I have a message for you. It's from the guy in the Lock and Key— Your bravery is commendable, but you won't like the final answer. |
| Andoain | Thank you for that. I may not be fortunate enough to walk my path with it, but I benefited greatly from its opening my eyes all those years ago. |
| Mostima | Look at you... Are you sure you "benefited?" |
| Andoain | Only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches. |
| Fiammetta | —Not good! Ezell, stand back! |
| Andoain | Ah... |
| [An explosion occurs.] | |
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| Can you believe it— I saw an ocean formed of faith. | |
| <Background 3> | |
| Fiammetta | That concludes the report for this operation. Some of my colleagues present were involved in the incident. If you have anything to add, please do. |
| Apostolic Knight | Brothers and sisters, I propose we immediately declare a state of emergency across the entire city. Andoain is already enough trouble to deal with, but now we have a 'mixed-blood Sankta' on our hands too. |
| Velliv | Gun-Knight Giovanni, the conference is set to open soon. Surely you know that a state of emergency would lead to panic among the envoys? |
| Apostolic Knight | Your Eminence, we face a dangerous element. If a little panic could solve the problem at hand, I consider that an easy win. |
| Velliv | His Holiness has been planning this conference for years... the "Summit of Nations." It could be the key to Laterano's primacy on land as we know it, but now... a panic threatens to destroy this key. |
| Apostolic Knight | And how do you know that Andoain won't bring this conference to ruin if you leave him be? |
| Oren | No need to worry, Gun-Knight Giovanni. We're talking about a group of desperate people without a future and a small girl of unknown background. |
| Apostolic Knight | Oren, how do you think we Laterans have enjoyed peace for a millennium? It's because we stayed vigilant, taking no chances with such uncertainties! |
| Oren | (Even though Laterans set off explosions on the streets day in and day out, huh?) The way I see it, the Reverend Gun-Knight just might be looking for an opportunity to use that awe-inspiring but so often holstered gun of yours? |
| Apostolic Knight | I take pride in my gun. Got a problem with that?! |
| Fiammetta | Please, this is urgent. May I continue? |
| Apostolic Knight | ...You may. |
| Fiammetta | I'm sure you all know that Mostima and I used to... work with Andoain. The Andoain I know isn't one to go off half-cocked. He wouldn't start a war without preparing for it. So even though he could sow chaos in Laterano, he wouldn't do it without a reason. The only clue the Astray have given us so far is their attempts on the mixed-blood girl called Cecelia. We can surmise that taking her is their primary objective. And since they already have her in their possession, I think Andoain's next step is very likely to be... exfiltrating Laterano. Therefore, I suggest we focus on the two following points. First, we need to step up our border controls and deploy more guards to the crossings. We should also form a special elite squad to locate their hideout and bring Andoain in. Secondly, to be on the safe side, I would like the Seventh Tribunal to lead the investigation into whether the Astray have made contact with the visiting envoys to determine whether or not they are targeting the conference. As for the conference itself... |
| Mostima | Proceed according to plan, right? That's what you have in mind, isn't it? We're just testing the waters, anyway. Oh, I've got to say, though. The cold buffet's desserts are disgusting. The cactus tarts are an atrocity. I would like to see some improvement there. |
| The Pope | I think there's a certain charm to the taste. |
| Velliv | I agree with Mostima on that point, and that point alone. |
| Apostolic Knight | Blasphemy! I think they're delicious! |
| Fiammetta | ...... |
| Oren | Gun-Knight Giovanni has spoken. I suppose we can all agree, then? |
| Velliv | Agreed. |
| Mostima | Anything that Giovanni likes, you know is bound to be terrible. |
| Apostolic Knight | Mostima, belittling me again, are you?! |
| Fiammetta | .................. |
| The Pope | Please, my children, quiet down. I'm too old for all this bickering. The laws instruct us to face the unknown with goodwill... We mustn't treat fruit tarts with such scorn. |
| Velliv | And why am I unfamiliar with this law? |
| The Pope | I just thought of it this morning. |
| Fiammetta | .................. Your Holiness... |
| The Pope | We'll go with your plan. Vel, Giovanni, give Fiammetta all the help she needs. Andoain... will make his way to his goal. |
| <Background 4> | |
| Mostima | Phew... This is why I hate closed-door meetings... |
| Fiammetta | We spent three minutes on the main topic! The rest of the meeting was everyone babbling their stupid side conversations! |
| [Ezell run towards Fiammetta and Mostima.] | |
| Ezell | Excuse me, Seniores? May I ask what the decision was? |
| Fiammetta | You're still here. I'm taking over the Andoain case. Thank you for your work the past couple days. You should head home to get some rest. I'll talk to the Notarial Hall later. Everything you've done will be written off as you helping us out. |
| Ezell | Miss Fiammetta, I... |
| Fiammetta | Anything that comes after this is way beyond the bounds of your authority and ability. Don't forget. You're still in training. I know you're worried about Cecelia, but I'm taking over this case, and that's the best case scenario you could hope for. |
| Ezell | ...... Miss Fiammetta, are you friends with this... fallen angel? And the both of you are familiar with Andoain? |
| Fiammetta | That's right. |
| Ezell | Is that your answer to both of those questions? |
| Fiammetta | ...... We aren't familiar. We're nemeses. But don't you worry. I won't take it out on Cecelia. I don't really understand what was going on with her this morning... but she's still a kid. What about you? You stayed there for two whole days. Did Andoain say anything to you? |
| Ezell | Just a bunch of heretical nonsense. |
| Fiammetta | I suggest you forget all of it, then. You still have your whole life ahead of you, right? Go home and take a couple days off, then keep up with your good work at the Notarial Hall. You are pretty qualified for the job if you ask me. |
| Mostima | Cherish your life, you know? Life in Laterano is precious. Even I look back on it fondly sometimes. |
| [Fiammetta and Mostima leaves.] | |
| Ezell | My life... Right, unlike them, I'm just a regular nobody. Okay, let's clock out! ...... |
| <Background 5> | |
| Patia | The Pontifica Cohors have taken over the border checkpoints, and the Apostolic Knights are keeping an eye out for us too. We won't be making it out anytime soon... We have a safehouse, but still... I can't get in touch with Oren either... Dammit! |
| Andoain | No matter. We can wait. |
| Cecelia | ...... |
| Andoain | Cecelia? |
| Cecelia | ...... |
| Andoain | Do you regret your decision? |
| Cecelia | I don't know... But if I went with Miss Fiammetta... she would've taken me... to the Basilica, right? I still haven't figured out... my goodbye to Mamma. |
| Andoain | It's okay, Cecelia. You still have lots of time to think. |
| Cecelia | Mister Friar... There was a lady with horns and a halo in the Ecclesia Requietum just now... Is she... a Sankta? |
| Andoain | Maybe. Maybe not. It's up to her to decide. |
| Cecelia | I thought... Sankta are Sankta? |
| Andoain | That's true for most of us. But some people get to choose. Or perhaps I should say they don't have a choice but to choose, because of some... unfortunate circumstance. Incidentally, you too have to choose, Cecelia. As for whether that is fortunate or not... no one can tell. |
| Cecelia | Can't the Sankta be with the Sarkaz? |
| Andoain | Of course they can. You are the living proof. |
| Cecelia | But... I'm causing everyone a lot of trouble, right? Even Mister Ezell... |
| Andoain | If you're always worrying about everything, you won't get anything done. People will always fight. Neither "gentleness" nor "understanding" can stop that. A lot of times, when people fight, it's not because one side is right and one side is wrong. It's because the things that both sides have to do conflict with each other. In other words, the things that you and I need to do are different, and that means we're in somebody else's way. |
| Cecelia | Why can't we go the same way together? |
| Andoain | ...... Because, for a lot of people, the path that they take is determined by the path itself. For example, the Sankta and the Sarkaz. No one can say why the two sides fought each other at first, but the hatred between them has paved the road for everyone. |
| Cecelia | Can't we choose our own path? |
| Andoain | We can, Cecelia, but it's not that simple. If you want to leave the path you are on and find a new path forward, you must first make your way through a boundless wilderness... It's vast and empty there. You might never find that new path, even if you give up everything you've ever known. |
| Cecelia | Then... why do we still have to look? |
| Andoain | Right... why do we have to look? Maybe it's because that's what we want. |
| Cecelia | "What we want..." Is that so important? |
| Andoain | It's the only thing we still have. |
| Cecelia | ......? Mister Friar... Can I ask a question? |
| Andoain | Go ahead. |
| Cecelia | What is it that you want? |
| Andoain | Cecelia, can I tell you a little story? |
| Cecelia | Sure, Mister Friar. Go ahead. |
| Andoain | Many years ago, when I was still young, I ran into some... setbacks, and then I left. |
| Cecelia | Where did you go? |
| Andoain | Anywhere. I traveled everywhere. There was a place I stayed for a while. It was a very small town, and it felt a little like my hometown. But it was even more run-down. Life was tough for everyone there. |
| Cecelia | (Huh? That doesn't sound like Laterano...) |
| Andoain | Once, I passed by the town's pub and came across a humming drunkard. He threw up all over me and insisted that I'd tripped him, and that I should pay for his drink. Everyone in the pub... no, everyone in town laughed at him and cursed at him. Those who were scared of him avoided him. Everyone called him a dirty, filthy moron, a lowlife, a sick scumbag... He was a Sarkaz. They never chased him out of the town, however. He kept living from one day to the next, doing little odd jobs. Then, on one windy, rainy night, a night when no one would go outside, the church's bell started to ring. It was an alarm, and it woke everyone up... There were... some bad people in town. It was lucky that the bells woke everyone. It was hard, but we chased the bad people away. No one knew who rang the bells, and we all thought it was a miracle... I headed in the direction of the bell tower and reached the wastes beyond. There, I found the church watchman digging a grave. Next to him was a cart, and in it a thin coffin, with the Sarkaz drunkard inside, wounded all over. I started to help digging. The watchman kept complaining as he dug. He said he was saving the casket for his mother and it was a waste to give it to a Sarkaz. Then he complained that he'd have to bury the sick Sarkaz... The watchman said that, not long after the bells started ringing, the Sarkaz came and knocked on his door, telling him to run, before the man died at his doorstep. The watchman said that since he saw it was about to rain, he couldn't bear seeing the Sarkaz man sleep out in the streets, and so he let him into the bell tower for the night. He kept complaining and kept digging. Then, when he was finished, he stood in front of the grave and sang a song that the drunkard always used to sing, even though he didn't remember how the second half went. In the end, he complained a little more, and poured half a bottle on the grave. The winds through hills on high...♪ Tail the hero's farflung stride...♪ Over long ways long...♪ Over briars and thorns...♪ Sorry, I don't remember it either. |
| Cecelia | That's... the song that Mamma and Rosella taught me... So... the Sarkaz man rang the bell? |
| Andoain | I think he did. |
| Cecelia | So he was the hero that saved everyone? |
| Andoain | Maybe. I don't know if someone like him can be called a hero, but I think most people probably wouldn't want to call him one. Maybe he was just trying to help the watchman who helped him. |
| Cecelia | What about you, Mister Friar? Do you think he was a hero? |
| Andoain | ...... What is a hero, Cecelia? I thought about it for a long time... but I know that the answer to this question doesn't tell us who the Sarkaz man was. Rather, it tells us who I am. I don't think he himself climbed up the bell tower to be a hero. But it doesn't matter if we sing his praises, look at him with scorn, or even forget about him. None of that changes anything about him anymore. All the questions that I pondered have nothing to do with him. Only me. Why did I witness this? What does it mean to me? How is it going to guide me forward? It is always the living who are questioned. But I kept thinking and thinking, what if he didn't do what he did? What if he did it, but led the fanatics... the bad people to the bell tower? What if the townspeople couldn't fend the bad people off even after they got woken up? And what if... what if he even died on the bell tower, and no one ever found him? There are no guaranteed successes, and there are no choices that are certain to be right. So I came to this conclusion. On that rainy night, he climbed up the bell tower because he wanted to. It's the most straightforward conclusion, out of somewhat stubborn goodwill. Whether that's true or not doesn't concern him. He was a hero, no different from the hero in the song. |
| Rosella | The winds through hills on high...♪ Tail the hero's farflung stride...♪ |
| Cecelia | Over long ways long...♪ Over briars and thorns...♪ |
| Everyone starts humming the song. Their quiet singing drifts throughout the room. I feel peace. In this Lateran evening. A peace that I have not known for a long time. | |
| Cecelia | Are you thinking something, Mister Friar? |
| Andoain | No, nothing at all. Thank you, Cecelia. |
| Cecelia | You're looking at something... Is that a bell tower? |
| Andoain | It's Laterano's bell tower. A very, very old tower made of stone. I often went there when I still lived in Laterano. It was so close to Heaven. |
| Cecelia | Heaven... Is that where Mamma is? |
| Andoain | If that's where you wish for her to be, that's where she is. |
| Cecelia | Mister Friar, could you help me with something? |