Cormag: Sir Duessel.
Duessel: Are you well?
Cormag: I am as you see me. Fine in every respect.
Duessel: I’m not talking about your flesh. It’s your heart I’m worried for.
Duessel: I’m here because I made the decision for myself to leave Grado. Luckily for me, one of the leaders here is an old acquaintance of mine. I’m not saying my heart is at ease, but I have found something to believe in. Something to fight for. And yet, you…
Cormag: I, too, made a choice to be here. There’s no need for your concern.
Cormag: I believe in myself. Therefore it matters not where I am. So no matter where I go or what I do, I’m sure my brother would understand.
Cormag: And besides, General Duessel, you’re here in this army with me. There’s no shame in fighting alongside the man once known as Obsidian.
Duessel: Mm. Cormag, let us emerge victorious from this war, for the things we both believe in.
Cormag: Sir Duessel.
Duessel: Well met, Cormag. I’m impressed by your skills.
Cormag: They’re still far below yours, General Duessel. By the way, I have a favor I’ve been meaning to ask of you.
Duessel: What is it? Please tell me.
Cormag: Your stories tell of a small lance you carry like a treasure. May I see it?
Duessel: Stories, you say? Am I the subject of stories now? Interesting. Here is the lance you’re talking about. Examine it at your leisure.
Cormag: It… It really is… It’s a Gavaleus…
Duessel: Oh! You’ve heard of Gavaleus, have you? You must know quite a bit about the crafting of weapons. This is one of Gavaleus’s final works. I have quite a collection of weapons, but this is among the most beautiful of them. While it can be used in battle, I would never dull its shine with blood or dirt. If I ever use this lance, I vow that it will be only in my own final hour.
Cormag: It shines as though it could light up the soul of its wielder. You’re right. I would hesitate to stain its beauty with blood, too.
Duessel: Ah, so you grasp what I mean? Cormag, you have a discerning eye.
Cormag: Thank you. And yet, I know that I will never be your equal, General Duessel.
Duessel: Come, now. You know, your brother asked to see this lance once as well.
Cormag: My brother?
Duessel: Yes. You two are so alike. His comments mirror your own almost exactly.
Cormag: Is that so?
Duessel: For warriors, our weapons are our lives. I’m glad to know you understand that. Someday, you’ll be a splendid wyvern knight to equal your brother.
Duessel: Cormag… I’ve something I want to show you. Here it is. This lance. What do you think of it?
Cormag: My! It has such power! It sends chills down my spine… I am not nearly strong enough to wield a weapon such as this.
Duessel: Hm, you think so? Merely holding this lance makes me tremble with dread. Not overly so, but enough to stop me from wielding it in combat. This lance… It can drive its wielder to madness.
Cormag: Madness, you say?
Duessel: Yes, Cormag. It’s a magic weapon of dark design that’s been in my family for ages. Legend states that the leader of our house must always carry it, but never use it. We are prohibited from wielding it until such a time as madness itself rules the day. It’s part of my legacy, and yet…I… I made a grave error… I allowed Valter to use this lance.
Cormag: You let Valter–
Duessel: Yes… …We were in the middle of a battle. Valter had broken his lance, and when I wasn’t looking he somehow took this one. From that moment, he was changed… He killed everyone–even retreating men. I took the lance from him when I realized what had happened, but it was too late. Madness had awakened within Valter and was coursing through his body. From then on, he hungered only for battle and for blood… It’s not as though Valter was a gentle lamb before, but now his appetite for violence increased many times over. It’s all because of this cursed lance.
Cormag: …… That odd light playing around the point… I thought it looked familiar. It was Valter… It’s the same light Valter had in his eyes on the battlefield. Valter’s insane because of this lance. …… Sir Duessel, if it please you, would you let me have this lance?
Duessel: What? You? B-but…
Cormag: Are you worried that I will end up like Valter?
Duessel: N-no… ……
Cormag: This lance–someone needs to master it. It’s just a feeling I have. A weapon is only as good or evil as the man who wields it. In the hands of someone just, it can be a righteous weapon. In the hands of the wicked, it’s a danger to all. Believe me, I have not been seduced by this lance. I merely want to see it used for the purpose for which it was forged.
Duessel: …… I understand you, Cormag. I’m going to let you have it. I have no son. I had not yet decided to whom I should pass on this legacy. Now I see that leaving it to someone whom I trust and believe in is best. As with me, your admiration of weapons is balanced by a healthy respect. You also have a good eye, and you possess tremendous strength. The day you are able to wield this lance may not be far off at all. If the madness in this lance can be tamed, it may very well be a weapon without equal. …I never had the courage to wield it, but I would love to see it used righteously. …I am entrusting it to you. I hope you will use it one day.
Cormag: I accept your gift, Sir Duessel. I would receive it once this battle is finished and our hearts are calmer. If I were to take it in the heat of battle, I might become Valter the second. It is a possibility that I cannot dismiss.
Duessel: Yes, I see. Cormag… I’m counting on you. I look forward to the day I can see this lance wielded correctly.
Cormag: Understood. Until that time comes, please try not to get yourself killed, General Duessel!