- Huh? Looks like Bern's talking to someone.
- You seem to be in a good mood, Bern.
- Augh! D-Dorothea! You scared me!
- Hehe! Sorry about that. It just looked like you
[cdb]were enjoying your conversation.
- That was a man you were talking to, right?
He walked away before I could see who it was.
- Y-yeah, but it's not like that...
- Oh no? It sure looked like you were getting along
[cdb]well. Who was he, hmm? Is spring finally springing in
[cdb]the heart of my dear Bern?
- No, it's not like that! Um, do you remember the
[cdb]commoner friend I had once?
- You mean the one who vanished from your estate
[cdb]half-dead?
- Yep. Well, it turns out he's actually alive! And in
[cdb]our army!
- That's great, Bern.
- A childhood friend thought passed reunites with his
[cdb]treasured companion amidst the fires of war...
- A noble daughter and a common lad! A love that
[cdb]knows no social boundaries! Ah, this is the perfect
[cdb]plot for an opera...
- Yeah, that sounds impressi— Wait! No! It's not love!
- Yes, but if they made it into an opera, that's how it
[cdb]would be portrayed.
- For example, there's a series of operas known as the
Empire of Love, and their latest could be the
Bernadetta Saga.
- Absolutely not! If that happens, I'll lock myself in my
[cdb]room and melt down the key!
- Then I'll have to keep it secret. A shame though—
[cdb]it's such a lovely story to waste...
- It's not a waste! I'm taking it to my grave!
- I'm sure you are. Still, I'm glad your friend is all right.
- Perhaps your father wasn't as cruel to him as wagging
[cdb]tongues would have us believe.
- Actually, he says my father was protecting me.
- I guess someone was trying to kill me, so he had no
[cdb]choice but to kick out my friend.
- Um, but if that's the case, doesn't it mean you can
[cdb]patch things up with your father?
- No... My problems with him go way beyond this one
[cdb]incident.
- I mean, yeah, it seems like there was a bit of a
[cdb]misunderstanding around this one thing...
- But even if he was protecting me, it wasn't for...love.
It's more like how a smith protects a valuable tool.
- That sounds very much like my father.
- It does?
- Yes. He tossed my mother aside like some worn-out
[cdb]tool because their child—me—didn't have a Crest.
- That's why your situation feels so personal.
- I really want you to overcome your struggles with
[cdb]everything that happened with your father and find
[cdb]a way to be happy.
- Um...
- But I'm already happy—really, I am! And it's all
[cdb]because I have friends like you, Dorothea!
- Then I can be happy, too. Because I have friends like
[cdb]you, Bern.