Urgh... Do you really think you can afford to kill me?
If you do, the truth about the Tragedy of Duscur will
[cdb]evaporate into the shadows. Forever.
I have no intention of slaying you. Not yet. But if you
[cdb]have something to say, I suggest you spit it out before
I change my mind.
Now Cornelia. Earlier you said my father was
[cdb]betrayed, murdered by lords from within Faerghus.
But it was you who fueled the flame of that
[cdb]betrayal.
You saw my uncle and Lord Arundel join hands,
[cdb]and you brought the western lords and the Imperial
[cdb]nobles together. All of it was you.
What a fascinating theory.
There are two things I need to know.
First, your motivation. Who are you working for,
[cdb]and why?
I know what spurred my uncle and the western lords
[cdb]to act. While the Empire has long smoldered, waiting
[cdb]for even the slightest spark to reignite their fury.
There are a thousand reasons why one might want to
[cdb]assassinate a king. But what's yours for this attempt
[cdb]on my life?
And what of my father? Why murder him in a
[cdb]manner as roundabout as a staged raid?
All you had to do was fail to end the plague twenty
[cdb]years ago, and the entire royal family would've been
[cdb]consumed by it.
You have a point, but I couldn't say. In a sense,
[cdb]that was another lifetime completely.
One more question, then. My stepmother's body was
[cdb]never recovered from the site of the Tragedy.
What happened to her? Tell me, Cornelia.
You'll find the answers you seek in the Imperial
[cdb]capital. Though you'll have to extract them from
[cdb]your dearest stepsister.
She must surely know something, wouldn't you think?
After all, she is your stepmother's actual flesh and
[cdb]blood.
In Enbarr?
Now, I've really enjoyed our little chat here, but I
[cdb]have so many places to be.
Why you!
Don't be so sad. You'll be seeing me again before you
[cdb]even know it!