Curse that doddering old fool. Striking out on his
[cdb]own was idiotic to the utmost degree.
Had he only been more patient, we could've all
[cdb]joined with the Imperial army's main corps and
[cdb]mobilized as one cohesive unit!
It seems the Kingdom's offer of shelter to the Central
Church incensed him to act.
You know how deeply Lord Lonato's hatred for the
[cdb]church and their kind has festered. Ever since the day
[cdb]they brought a blade down on his son's neck.
But what of his adopted son? Wasn't he made a knight
[cdb]of the royal family?
For a time he served the Grand Duke of Itha as well.
I can't possibly fathom what the man is thinking.
Really? The matter seems rather open and shut to me.
He possesses a burning hatred for both the church
[cdb]and the archbishop at its head.
Just as they deserve the ultimate punishment in
Lonato's mind, so too does the king who has chosen
[cdb]to take them in.
If only he'd slowed down for a moment to consider
[cdb]how his ridiculous actions would affect me.
I carried out my betrayal of the Kingdom with the
[cdb]promise of Imperial protection of our territory firmly
[cdb]in sight.
That will of course all be for naught if this ends with
[cdb]our lands razed to the ground and my head skewered
[cdb]on the lance of the enraged king of Faerghus.
Hah! I imagine he will be quite angry, yes.
We should prepare ourselves for what's to come.
If Lord Lonato and his men fall, Arianrhod is sure to
[cdb]be met with a siege.
In which case, we hand it back to the Kingdom.
A peace offering, if you will. But if Lonato emerges
[cdb]victorious, we defect to the Empire as planned.
Both sides covet the fortress. Whichever way the
[cdb]winds of war blow, we only need match them to stay
[cdb]afloat.
Are you sure, Your Excellency? Normally you'd balk
[cdb]at such cagey behavior.
Hmph, don't play dumb with me, Gwendal.
You've said it yourself.
There will be no shame in surrender as long as you
[cdb]fight tooth and nail to the end.