Empyrean Revolt 2

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• Level Range: 90
• Area(s): Ghent, City of God, Noblesky, Anton
• Dungeon(s): Upper Deck

Quests

Etten's Commander Petra Noiman

Level	90
Quest Giver	Brigadier General Navarre
Prerequisite	Noblesky
Objectives	Go listen to Brigadier General Navarre: Meet Navarre: 0/1
Upon Completion	Etten's Commander Petra Noiman was one of the priests who moved to the Army to avoid Nevillo Jurgen and his plot to weaken the Church. Petra had no prior connections to the Army, but she quickly rose to her current position because of her archpriestess title, a few lucky incidents, and her aunt, who was a decent general. Jakter, a soldier through and through, wasn't happy with this unprecedented promotion, but couldn't reject it. So, Petra received her certificate of appointment from the Princess and became the commander of the Etten Industrial Area. Petra: Did you locate the Noblesky? Navarre: Reports say it's somewhere around here. After Anton was eliminated, her main duty as Etten's commander was to rebuild its destroyed infrastructure. Petra didn't know much about the Army, but she wasn't dumb. She did what she could as an inexperienced commander, and Navarre didn't think too badly of her. She was in the process of finding benefits of being in Etten, which was far away from Ghent, when the news arrived that a revolution broke out in the capital city and the Princess was deposed. Petra didn't mobilize her forces for the Princess. Instead, she tightened security around the transmission tower that sent electricity to Ghent and kept her ear to the ground. Navarre: As I told you before, there is no reason for us to worry about the transmission tower being attacked. The level of security we have now is sufficient. Petra took a sip of her hot tea. It was fine tea rarely found even on the Capital Island. If it weren't for Nevillo Jurgen, she would've never had to wear such a tasteless uniform... Petra: Well, continue guarding it and keep an eye out. You can't be sure nothing's going to happen to it. God doesn't help those who don't help themselves. Navarre: ...Are you worried that whoever stole the Noblesky might attack? If you're that concerned, we can always go capture it. Petra: We can't afford to chase around a bunch of pirates. Besides, it's obvious that they're heading for the Lawless District. I'm sure the people there will take care of them. Navarre: ...Rumor has it that the Princess is onboard. According to the newspapers published by the Nobility, Ghent had been quiet except for a couple of uproars by angry mobs. The general populace was just unhappy about the Princess having gone on a pleasure trip. No one believed in the rumor that a revolution broke out and the Princess was deposed. The rumor itself was controlled so well that only a few of them heard it, anyway. Petra: Where do you keep hearing these rumors? Even if it's true, what can we do about it? The only thing we can do is protect the Power Station and pray that someone will take care of the rebel army. Navarre: (You came up with all kind of contingency plans when the revolution broke out. Don't you think I know you're keeping an eye on the Noblesky?) Navarre's gaze at Petra grew colder. Petra: Is that all? Then, you're dismissed. Navarre: I have a question: what are you going to do now? Petra: What do you mean? Navarre: We're running out of food. Etten's food self-sufficiency is poor at the moment. It didn't have enough reserves either, so it had to rely on the food supplies from the Capital Island. Recently, the amount of food coming from the Capital Island started decreasing. The Nobility in Ghent was in charge of the food being sent to Etten. Having no electricity was inconvenient, but having no food to eat was a matter of life and death. Ghent had figured out Petra's intention. Petra: They'll send our food soon. Don't worry. And I've asked our team to create an agricultural development team. The engineers will come up with some solutions. And since you asked about our future plans, Etten will no longer be the workshop that produced electricity and other supplies for the Capital Island. Navarre: What do you mean? Petra: There are two pillars of Empyrean: the Capital Island and Etten. So far, Etten didn't receive the treatment it deserves, but now that I'm here, that'll change. I'm going to make it an equal partner to the Capital Island. This time Navarre couldn't think of anything to say. While the Capital Island was the political and cultural center of the country, Etten was mostly an industrial area. It was important, but not as much as the Capital Island was. Navarre: (Etten isn't openly looked down upon, but everyone knows it's not equal to the Capital Island. Is she going to instigate regional sentiments which the Capital Island hasn't noticed? She's already found a legitimate justification.) It was a shame, Navarre thought. Given enough time, the Princess would've been able to get rid of such inequality among her people and lands. It was natural for those who survived war against formidable enemies to bond with each other. But she was deposed, and Etten, instead of trying to save her, is beginning a power struggle with the Capital Island. This was a waste. It wasn't going to improve the situation. Navarre sighed in spite of himself. Petra: Why are you sighing? Navarre: The war is over, but the world is still in chaos. Petra: War isn't a problem-it's a result. Unless the railroad tracks change, the train will always end up at the same destination. Navarre: But the passenger can always get off and get on a different train. Petra: They can. Navarre's expression slid into a frown. Something told him that he shouldn't make rash judgments about Petra. Navarre: (Wait, was she feeling me out when she talked about becoming the governor? She's not the naive priestess I thought she was. What is she up to?) Navarre saluted and left the commander's office. As he walked through the hallway, he restructured his theory based on what Petra told him and her attitude. He broke into a run.
Rewards	248,904 Exp 8,208 Gold
Notes	{{ To access this quest, go to Slaugh Industrial Complex and talk to Navarre. }}

The Visitor

Level	90
Quest Giver	Lucas Wane
Dungeon	Upper Deck
Briefing	Lucas: What's going to happen to us now? We can't drift like this forever. We'll have to find a place for Her Highness in the Lawless District, or take her down to Underworld. Imperial Princess Garden: What did you just say? Lucas, pathetically mumbling to himself with his mop standing next to him, almost jumped out of his skin when a member of the Princess Garden shrilled and glared at him. Imperial Princess Garden: You're already feeling weak, soldier? Wait, are you even a soldier? Lucas: I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm worried. We're not getting many support calls like we used to through Doctor Naen anymore. By now, the Rebel Army must have handled the public unrest and been working on establishing its legitimacy. I wouldn't be surprised if it produces a new emperor in ten days- Imperial Princess Garden: What? I can't believe you said that! Are you plotting treason? Lucas: What? No! I only wanted to say that we need to get a move on. Imperial Princess Garden: There are things you can say, and things you shouldn't. I've heard you're from a noble family. Are you a mole? Lucas: What? No! I almost got killed trying to save Her Highness, like everyone else here. How could you say that? Imperial Princess Garden: Then, why do you keep saying things that raise suspicion? Woon: What's going on? Their voices were getting louder when Woon came on deck and intervened quietly. Lucas: Colonel, it's- Lucas tried to approach Woon, looking relieved to be saved, when a member of the Princess Garden pushed him aside and started laying into Woon. Imperial Princess Garden: Colonel, what's your plan? You're the commander now. I understand you're wounded, but we can't wait forever for you to heal. Her Highness must be moved someplace safe. Woon: She doesn't think this is the right time. Imperial Princess Garden: The right time is when we decide it. The Lawless District is where the Commander-in-chief and you came from, right? Why don't we go there for help? Doctor Naen has been eavesdropping on radio communications. Etten hasn't made any statement, which means they're on the enemy's side now! We must go to the Lawless District. If the people there feel sorry about what they did, surely they would try their best to help us, right? She was pouring out her frustration, and Woon was just listening quietly. Unable to watch anymore, Lucas flailed both arms. Lucas: Wait. The Colonel looks exhausted. Why don't you talk to him later? I'm sure the Colonel knows what he's doing, and he doesn't need to be pushed like that right now. That was a mistake. The member of the Princess's Garden started attacking Lucas, saying that they must hurry now before it was too late. After a while, Lucas surrendered. Lucas: I'm sorry. From now on, I'll think twice before I speak. Imperial Princess Garden: You'd better. I'm only stopping now because of the Colonel. Lucas: Okay... Lucas waited until she walked away to wipe away his sweat. Lucas: ...Whew, she's way to anxious. We're just as worried as she is, but how can we talk when she snaps at everything we say? By the way, did you get some sleep last night? I'm sorry we don't have any more sleeping pills left. Let me know if you can't sleep. Maybe I could hit you on the back of the neck. It's something I read from some novel- Colonel? Woon was staring at something. Lucas followed his gaze. There was nothing. After calling him several more times and not getting any answer, Lucas grabbed the Colonel by the shoulders and shook him. Lucas: Colonel, what are you staring at? Why aren't you answering me? Woon: Huh? Where am I? Woon looked around and asked dazedly. Lucas released his grip on his boss's shoulders. Lucas: Huh ...Colonel?? Instead of answering, Woon stared at Lucas and tilted his head this way and that. Why is he staring at me? Who is he, anyway? Am I acting strangely? Have I been caught? ...Caught doing what? By the way, where's Rebecca and Jay? Woon looked around for familiar faces again, and then realized he knew this man standing in front of him. But... who is he? Woon: ...Ah. Second Lieutenant. What are the coordinates of this place... Where are we right now? Lucas: Huh? The coordinates? Err, not sure. Let me go ask Doctor Naen. After Lucas left, Woon staggered his way to the edge of his desk. He felt suffocated as if he was in the middle of a crowded market. He stared at the waves turning into white foam as they hit the hull, and then leaned over the rail. His legs, too weak to support this sudden postural change, wobbled. Woon: Err. Woon clutched the rail with both hands. *Crack* He heard one of his teeth crack. He was soaked in sweat by the time he straightened himself. Lucas: Colonel, Colonel! An unidentified flying object is coming this way! Woon saw Lucas running. His image was swaying like a mirage in the desert. Woon hurriedly pulled down his cap.
Objectives	Go to see the visitor from the sky.
Dungeon Dialogue	Upon entering the Boss Room: Luther: Hello. This might sound surprising, but we're not here to fight you. Hear me out, will you? Tammy: Who are you? Just what are you up to? Luther: We're a resistance army fighting for our freedom. Obviously, we don't like the Empire. I've got something to say to you, and it wouldn't hurt to hear it. Interested? A brawny man and blond woman disembarked from the ship that suddenly appeared in the sky. They were clearly not civilians. Tammy and Lucas tensed. Luther: I know you're protecting the Empyrean Princess. We have no intention to hurt her. In fact, we came to help. Like I said, we don't like the Empire, and we don't want it to take over Empyrean. We'll never have a chance at beating the Empire if it gets a hold of Empyrean's technology, though. Woon: ... Woon tried to focus on Captain Luther, but he couldn't because of the unpleasant noise. Having misunderstood his unresponsiveness as prudence, Captain Luther smiled happily. Luther: Colonel Lyonir, right? We may be outsiders, but we know our way around here. There are two places that the Empyrean Princess can go to for help: the Lawless District and Etten. Etten is better, but the commander there is taking his sweet time. If he knows you have our support, he might change his mind. Wouldn't you agree? If you don't care to work with us, you can always go to the Lawless District. The choice is yours. Woon: The choice... Luther: The Saint Horn can fly. The only thing you've got is this giant chunk of iron, and she can move you from this sea to the sky. In return, we want the Princess to help us if she reclaims the throne. That is, we want her to be our secret patron. Personally, we think it'd be better if she cuts all ties with the Empire, but that'd be too selfish of us to ask. Tammy: What do we do, Colonel? Both Tammy and Lucas looked at Woon, who was speechless. It felt unfair that he had to be here, right at this very moment. He opened his mouth to say that he didn't know, and an uncontrollable cough exploded from his throat. Woon: *Cough, cough! Cough, cough...* Luther: Hey, are you all right? You don't look well at all. Hm, what's going on? Imperial Princess Garden: Your Highness! Your Highness! No, please! Everyone turned toward the sudden commotion. Lucas and Tammy, when they saw this newcommer, instantly stood at attention and saluted. Empyrean Princess Erje went to the coughing Woon, and then she spoke in a calm voice. Erje: I've heard we're having guests, Colonel. Would you introduce me to them? Luther: Oh, is this the Empyrean Princess? My name is Captain Luther, Your Highness. Deputy-commander-in-chief of the Resistance Army fighting Arad's Empire and the captain of the Saint Horn. This is my colleague and member of my crew, Rebecca. I'm sorry for coming with very little notice and about what happened to you. I came to offer you our support.
Upon Completion	Erje: ...I see. That's a welcome suggestion.
Rewards	248,904 Exp 8,208 Gold
Dungeon Map	Dungeon Map {{ Upper Deck A B 1 Starting zones: Boss zones: Min. Fatigue: Max. Fatigue: Boss: B1 A1 2 2 None }}

Winds and Waves

Level	90
Quest Giver	Imperial Princess Erje
Briefing	Erje: I deeply sympathize with you in your desire to punish the Empire. Also the fact that we have a mutural friend is good enough for me to agree to this alliance. If I go back to the Palace, I promise I'll support your activities and consider resisting the Empire together. But for now, all I can give you is my words. Luther: Your words are all we can ask for. This is a gamble that we're willing to play, anyway. Now, what are you planning, Your Highness? You can't go back to the Palace like this. You need an army. Erje: "You're right. But it's difficult to even move since there's a possibility that other areas have been persuaded by the leaders of the Rebel Army as well. Luther: If you need more guards, we can provide them. If worse comes to worst, we'll also help you escape. That'll be helpful, won't it? But there aren't many of us. There are only so many guards we can provide you with, and they're not enough to make up an army. I also regret to say that, depending on the situation, we may not be able to continue to support you. Erje: I understand. You have your situation, and I have mine. Luther: Thank you for your understanding. Then, as a sign of our alliance, I'll stay here and have the Saint Horn follow your ship. Lucas: Err... Ah... No, you can't. Erje: ...? Beside Lucas himself, Tammy was the most surprised of all. Tammy: Wh-what are you talking about? Why did you even intervene? Lucas: Ack, I-I... I want to... Erm, those horns of yours... Are they accessories? Luther: My horns? They're part of me. What are you trying to say? Lucas: Th-they were real... I knew it. Your Highness, no. The evil Bakal in the old days used to have horns on his head. There were others like him, too. They were called Dragons or something. I've read about it from a book... Luther: Young fellow, what are you getting at? Are you trying to say I'm your enemy? Lucas: No. I'm trying to say it will be problematic for Her Highness to be seen with a man who resembles Bakal. Luther stared at Lucas, looking unhappy. The Princess looked back and forth at them, her eyes wide open in surprise. Rebecca: We came to help, and you want to quibble about everything. Beggars can't be choosers. Rebecca hadn't looked happy since she set foot on the Noblesky. She definitely looked like an Empyrean, but she didn't seem nervous or try to be courteous in front of her princess. Luther: Take it easy. They're only worried about Her Highness's situation, like you're worried about mine, Rebecca. Right? Rebecca: I'm not worried about your situation, Captain. I just don't like that we just met and they already started nitpicking on us. Luther: But governing a country is all about saving one's face. I understand soldier. You just don't want me to become the center of attention, right? Alright then, Miss Rebecca. You'll have to be our representative. You're from Empyrean, anyway, so it'll be easier for you to represent us. Rebecca: Seriously, I told you I really didn't want to do this- *Sigh* Alright, I'll stay here and support them. If something happens, I'll contact you, alright? I'll expect your support to be prompt. Luther: Yes. I'll be counting on you. Luther's flexible attitude relieved Erje's anxiety. She was not going to reject someone who came to offer help, but now she felt that she could rely on these strangers to an extent. Erje: Thank you for your understanding. Luther: You're welcome. Then, Your Highness, I should go. If you need to talk to me, please let her know. We'll work with you, for the sake of our victory.
Objectives	Go listen to Empyrean Princess Erje. Meet Imperial Princess Erje: 0/1
Upon Completion	Erje: You look like you're an Empyrean. How did you end up in Underworld, with these people who fight the Empire? Rebecca: Who I am is not important. What's important is that what you're going to do from now on, Your Highness. We want to help, but we can't be much help in the upcoming war. All we can do is to make a small change in the course of things, showing others that you have support. Erje: That small change is what I've been waiting for-a turn of events. No matter how small it is, it's something I couldn't make happen on my own. I need to spark a counterattack. I can't do what I want to do on my own. I need many people to walk this thorny path with me, like Commander Jakter once told me. ...Colonel Lyonir, what's wrong? You look pale. If you don't feel well, you may go rest. Having noticed that Woon hadn't moved at all, Erje examined his face. Woon quickly pulled down his cap to hide his face and said he was okay. Lucas just started to ask his question for Rebecca about the Dragons when Tammy stopped him and spoke to her in a careful-if not slightly stiff-manner. Tammy: Rebecca, I'm sorry, but I have to check if you're armed. Would you follow me this way? Rebecca: *Sigh* You guys are way too paranoid. Alright, I'll do as you say while I'm here. After Rebecca left with Tammy, Princess Erje asked everyone to leave her and Woon alone. A fresh breeze blew, teasing Erje's long sleeves. Erje: Colonel. Woon: Yes, Your Highness. Erje: The time we were waiting for has come. The wind started blowing. Now we have to turn this wind into a storm and send it Ghent's way. Erje's voice was unusually strong. She didn't have complete faith in this mysterious group that fought the Empire, but having it and its airship on her side did make a difference in her confidence. Erje: We didn't waste our time. A strong storm can even force a mountain to collapse. We've been waiting for the enemy to calm down. It's been tough and seemingly hopeless, but everyone has been patient. Now it's time we strike back. The only thing that upsets me now is that Etten is still just acting as an observer. The Noimans have produced many loyal archpriests, and now Petra is bringing disgrace on her family's name. It's a shame! Colonel, what do you think? Shouldn't we go to Wespeace HQ? I know a majority of its members miss Commander Jakter. They wouldn't just watch like the people in Etten. Besides, you're... Woon was quietly listening to Erje talking about their future plans. No, actually he wasn't listening. He was just too tired. He didn't want to know about the Resistance, this group that showed out of nowhere. It didn't matter that it came with someone with the same name as a friend from some fading memories. Rebecca was not a unique name. He'd seen it in the list of the deceased hundreds of times before. His heart skipped a beat every time. But now... he didn't feel a thing. Why not? Because... Woon: Everyone's dead, anyway. Erje: Huh? What do you mean? The Princess asked. Slowly Woon realized that he spoke his mind without thinking. Every last ounce of color drained from his already ghostly pale face. I've been caught. I should've acted normally until the end. I failed. I should've hidden it, but failed. Failed. What am I supposed to do when I fail? Erje: Colonel! Erje quickly stretched out her hand, but missed his uniform. Woon's eyes were fixed at the blue sea beyond the deck. The sounds of waves hitting the hul, mixed with the sounds of his heartbeats, shook his body. His vision was filled with nothing but the bright blue of the sea. Rebecca: Woon! Woon Lyonir! It wasn't the Princess's call or the shouts of his soldiers from afar that stopped him from moving. It was a strange female voice. He reflexively turned his gaze and saw a head of bright golden hair. Woon blinked. Suddenly he didn't feel as if he was looking at things through broken glass anymore. Woon: Err? Rebecca... Before he fell off the ship, someone grabbed his hand. It was Erje. And then others came, helping her pull him back over onto the deck.
Rewards	248,904 Exp 8,208 Gold

Beginning of a Long Day

Level	90
Quest Giver	Imperial Princess Erje
Briefing	Erje: Is the Colonel asleep? Tammy: Yes. Fortunately, I found one last sleeping pill left in the corner of the cupboard. Erje: Good. We should let him rest. I've heard he didn't get much sleep lately. May I call you Rebecca? Rebecca, thank you. If you didn't call the Colonel when you did, I could've lost such a valuable man. Rebecca: I've been around and have only seen a few people like him. I'm glad to be of help. You must really care about him, running like that, trying to catch him. Erje: The Commander-in-chief sent him to me. We'll save him and reclaim Empyrean together. For now, he's wounded and needs to rest. By the way, when can you move? Rebecca: Anytime. The Captain said you've got two choices right now: the Lawless District or Etten. We checked Etten. It's quiet, but not in a good way. The Lawless District is quiet too, but we don't always get the latest news. Erje: Maybe it's not your fault. It's possible that the news is being controlled. Newspaper companies belong to the Nobility. They're probably being careful not to make their bosses angry. But no matter how restricted the information, the commander of Etten must have known about the rebellion in Ghent. She's a renowned priestess. There are ways she can find out about its situation. The same goes for Wespeace HQ. But according to Doctor Naen, Etten is controlling the amount of electricity it's sending to the Central Island. It must have its own ideas about this situation. That's why I'm thinking about gathering the Wespeace forces and going to the Central Island. The audience kept silent. Woon was absent. Naen, the Ghent soldiers, and the members of the Princess Garden nodded their heads in agreement with Erje's decision. Naen: Then... should I send a message to Wespeace HQ? Rebecca: If you're going to the Lawless District, what do you want us to do? Erje: Nothing. For now, just showing others that I've got support is good enough. Wespeace HQ can't ignore me if I show up in person. It will have to follow me, even if it doesn't want to. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, but Erje felt hope. It was true that she was surprised by Captain Luther and Rebecca's sudden visit. But she had the same impression from them that she had from the Adventurer. She had a feeling that she could trust them. Erje: (I think I can trust them, not because of the situation, but because they're reliable people. At least for now, I can tell they're telling me the truth. What I need most are people like them. I'm blessed. ...But something about this woman bothers me. She would never admit this, but I can tell something happened in the past that changed her. I wonder what...) Erje looked at each of her subjects while they discussed their future. Erje: (Empyrean has a long way to go. When can I bring stability back to my people's lives?) Rebecca: Your Highness? Erje: Sorry, I was thinking about something else. What were you talking about? Rebecca: The others want to check the Saint Horn. We've decided that if we're going, then we'd rather deliver the message to the Lawless District in person than risk being tapped by sending it via radio. Lucas: Showing up without notice will take them by surprise, too. There will be no time for them to plot against us, either. Rebecca: But some of us think that instead of going to the HQ, perhaps we should visit the people who helped save you first. Erje: I'll discuss the details with Colonel Lyonir when he wakes up. Rebecca: With that man? ...With all due respect, Your Highness, I've got to say that he looks pretty unstable. I've seen what people can do when they panic, and he's your commander. What he did in front of you is... Tammy: ... Lucas: Excuse me? What are you talking about? I've been listening to you. The Colonel just tripped while trying to look out at the sea. ...Err, Captain? Tammy: I told you this many times, and I'll tell you one more time: just shut up. Erje: I've appointed him as the commander. I'm discussing this matter with him when he wakes up. Rebecca: *Sigh* Sure.
Objectives	Listen to at least one of the following hidden conversations. Hidden Conditions: 0/1 Hidden Conditions: 0/1 Hidden Conditions: 0/1 Hidden Conditions: 0/1
Upon Completion	Erje: I've heard you have something to say to me. What is it? Lucas: Yes. With all due respect, I don't think you should go to Wespeace HQ first. Tammy, who was standing next to Lucas, suddenly felt a violent urge to take internal violence in the military to the next level. It was fortunate that Lucas was too nervous to notice Tammy's barely suppressed anger. Erje urged him to continue. Slowly, he spilled what he'd been thinking all day. Lucas: Erm, I'm not saying Wespeace is a bad choice, but it doesn't have enough men to fill its regular army that it has to draft boys. Also, there are small groups that claim to be successors of Kartel there. In other words, the HQ already has a lot on its plate. I'm sure you've thought of all the possibilities, but I really think you should reconsider your decision, Your Highness. Erje: You have a point. But I've got nothing but bad choices, and Wespeace is the least bad one. Lucas: I understand. But Etten has more supplies and men. It's a better choice. Erje: I know, but... Lucas: You're not the Princess of the Lawless District-you're the Princess of Empyrean. Why wouldn't you give Etten a chance? Erje: It didn't come to my aid when it could. It threw away its opportunity to prove its loyalty to me. Don't you think? Lucas: You're willing to go back to Ghent that closed its doors on you, and yet you're afraid of going to Etten. Why? Erje: What if Etten is the wrong choice? Do you think it's safe for us to go there without the Wespeace Army? Lucas: It doesn't make sense that you're not even willing to check its intentions first. If you go to Wespeace HQ right away, you'll only further destabilize your position. The enemy is using your policy about the Lawless District against you. Your going there only solidifies its justification for the rebellion. I don't know if the Resistance is completely reliable, but now that we have one more weapon we can use, I don't think it's smart to choose the Lawless District as our first choice. Besides Etten's commander... Gradually Erje and Lucas's conversation moved on to political matters. Tammy watched them anxiously. It didn't seem their conversation would end anytime soon. Lucas: I'm worried about you as much as the others, if not more. If things go wrong, err, this may not be appropriate to say, but I'll die before you. But Your Highness, you shouldn't care about us too much. Those ended up being the last words in their seemingly endless conversation. Erje clamped her mouth shut. She looked angry and sad. Erje: Please leave. Lucas: Your Highness. Erje: I'd like to be alone. Lucas still had many things to say, and he would've said them if Tammy didn't pinch him secretly and pulled him away from her. Erje turned her head from the two and looked out at the dark sea. What Lucas said wasn't new to her. She had thought about it many times. Maybe it was the right choice. She still remembered when she was abducted and forced into the Lawless District. She didn't show it, but it was difficult for her to decide to go there again. It was a different story when you were sitting in the Palace and worrying about the people there. But she wasn't afraid of the Lawless District as much as she was of Etten. Being her was a lonely job. Some people wanted to help her, but hey couldn't take away the loneliness she felt. She'd had the fear of being alone since she was sent to the cold Palace. She never felt lonelier in her life than when she was abducted by the Kartels and left alone in her cell, with the moon being her only friend. But loneliness was nothing compared to betrayal by the people she trusted. Among the rebels, though not many, were members of the Princess Garden and the Empyrean Army. She believed that they had a reason to betray her, but their betrayal still hurt. Erje: ...Am I still being indecisive? She was looking down at the tips of her shoes for a while. Suddenly she lifted her head. Basking in the golden light from the sun that had touched the horizon, she stared at this moment as if it was for an eternity.
Rewards	248,904 Exp 8,208 Gold
Notes	{{ To complete this quest, talk to at least one of the following NPCs in Ghent: Zeldine Schneider Hiram Klauf Imperial Princess Isabella Nevillo Jurgen }}

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Ghent's Coast Guard

Level	90
Quest Giver	Imperial Princess Erje
Objectives	Go listen to Zeldine Schneider. Meet Zeldine: 0/1
Upon Completion	The Coasts Guards arrived at the scene in a hurry, only to see Zeldine and the other members of the Ghent Garrison standing in front of a food stall, eating. The passerby stared at them, wide-eyed. Hulk: What is it? What happened? Zeldine: I want to ask you: why did you come running like that? Cohen: Hello. We were told a group of armed men were causing trouble in the middle of the market. Zeldine: A group of armed men? As far as I can tell, we're the only ones here who are armed. The brawny Ghent Garrison soldiers looked at the Coast Guards askew, chewing on their rice cake. Cohen waved his hands frantically. Hulk scratched his head angrily. Hulk: No, no. We didn't come for you Garrison soldiers, of course not. We thought the thieves that have been spreading the ludicrous leaflets were here. Zeldine: Well, if they were, we wouldn't be standing here snacking, would we? Hulk: Right, right. It must have been a false report. Sorry we bothered you during your break time. Hulk and Cohen returned empty-handed. Hiram sighed. Hiram: I told you they weren't there. Hulk: But what can we do? We can't just sit here and do nothing. I can't believe how uncooperative the Ghent Garrison is. Sometimes, I think it's even encouraging them. After the Princess left Ghent, the so-called Vigilance Committee appeared everywhere in the capital city, causing trouble. It posted scandalous posters here and there. It demanded the return of Princess Erje and Jakter the Eagle Eye and the punishment of the insurgents. It didn't have many members, but all of them were so fast that the Coast Guard hadn't been able to catch them. Hulk: I'm telling you, the Ghent Garrison is interfering with us. It's not just being uncooperative-I have a feeling it's connected to them. Hiram: Leave it. It can't do anything, anyway. Mue: They're agitating the citizens. Mue was worried, but Hiram wasn't. Hiram: That's not something we should be worried about. Public disorder is the Ghent Garrison's problem, and it actually gives us an excuse to blame Zeldine. As I told you several times before, this is not the right time for us to step in and show our true intentions. We're a tool, remember? Hulk: Hearing that makes me angry every time. Hiram: Can't help it. We have to be tools to avoid getting hurt. Hiram patted the grumbling Hulk on the shoulder. Hiram: Of course, hiding like this wouldn't exonerate us from the treason we committed. So while everyone else's eyes are on the Nobility, we have to come up with an idea to try bury everyone in the Lawless District. Cohen: Just because they're in the Lawless District, not all of them are bad. Do we really have to do that? Hiram: We let a couple of them go and they created Kartel. I told you. Thinking like you got my teacher stabbed in the back. Every one of us here got betrayed by the people we thought were our friends at one time or another. Cohen: Yes... Sorry. Hiram: So long as you get it. And remember. The Lawless District isn't our only enemy. So is the Nobility. It thinks we're disposable. You saw what it did to The Company after using it like its own private army. Mue: It got rid of it because it was a threat. Now that the war with the Kartels is over and the Apostle is dead, the next target must be us. Hulk: Jurgen said he trusted you, and then turned around and insisted the Army must be disbanded. Bah, can you believe him? He thinks he can build an army by using instant soldiers. Their anger sparked, the other members also started complaining about what was on their minds. Just like Jakter after the reduction of armaments, Hiram was going through a tough time. The difference between them was that Jakter responded by building a policy, and Hiram built up his anger toward the Nobility, just like his men. Watching his admirable captain and comrades unite for the same cause, Cohen tightened his lips in worry.
Rewards	248,904 Exp 8,208 Gold

Marianne's Plan

Level	90
Quest Giver	Imperial Princess Erje
Objectives	Go listen to Hiram Klauf. Meet Hiram: 0/1
Upon Completion	Hiram was summoned by Marianne Jurgen. He entered the meeting room where he was told she was waiting, and met with a scowling Marianne. Hiram: It's a beautiful day today. What do you want to talk to me about? Marianne: When are you going to do your job? We don't need you here to restore order. His job was to go capture Erje. Hiram shrugged. Marianne glared at him. She quickly urged him again. He stared at her quietly. She was bold enough to depose the Princess, but right now she was anxious. The people's minds cracked as they went through one war after another. Morality and reason lost meaning in the face of hunger, pain, and hatred that were their reality. Marianne's revolution succeeded because it filled the void in people's minds. It gave them a target, namely the Princess and Jakter, to blame for their unhappiness and misery from social unrest and inequality. It was the same strategy that Marianne used. It was easy to instigate the people who lost more things than they could afford. "Let's go back to the good old days." It struck the chord with a lot of people. They agreed that the Princess was so weak that she couldn't stop the Kartels. But not everything went as Marianne planned. She knew there would be obstacles, but she never thought her father, Nevillo Jurgen, would be one of them. He commanded the private soldiers of the Nobility that Marianne amassed to rebuild Ghent, and contacted and showed the Empire that it was he who made their alliance possible. It was also he who decided to use Ghent's food supply to Etten to prevent any threat of cutting off its electricity supply. He did all this before Marianne was told about them, and that drove her crazy. Her anger toward her father ate at her every day. She needed to do something to regain the upper hand. Marianne: It's either the Princess or us. We must discard the old and create a new sky as soon as possible. The day she is executed is the day a new sky opens. Hiram: There's someone else we need to take care of first. Marianne: You mean Jakter the Eagle Eye? We can execute them together. Hiram: That's too late. Why together? The Princess is being stubborn because she thinks she can make everything go back to what it used to if she can save him. Marianne could see his point, but the fact that he talked back to her upset her. Soldiers are supposed to follow orders without question. Marianne: You're a soldier-what do you know about politics? I'm keeping him alive because I've got a use for him. He will be taken care of, in due time. Just go bring the Princess to me. Hiram looked like he still had things to say, but Marianne left the room. She wanted to throw the inkstone at that stupid man. He's only a soldier. How dare he talk back to a member of the Nobility, a high noble at that?! Marianne knew Hiram wasn't a useful pawn. She only wanted him because he was important to her father. If she knew he was such a pain in the neck, she'd never invested so much in him. Father-Father! She couldn't suppress her anger whenever she thought of her father. She stole his right-hand man, Hiram, and thwarted his schemes, but that didn't seem to affect him at all. He even agreed to meet with the Princess's followers without telling her and listened to their tearful appeal for her. He didn't even try to hide that he did. He really must want to fight her-his own daughter! Marianne: (*Snort* He may be my father, but if he doesn't act for the benefit of this country, I'll make him pay.) Standing in front of the small meeting room inside the Palace, Marianne took a deep breath. Her eyes blazed with determination again. Marianne: (You'll see. Things will not be going the way you want them to!) Marianne opened the door carefully. A middle-aged woman was waiting inside the room. Marianne: I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Lady Wane.
Rewards	248,904 Exp 8,208 Gold

Isabella's Plan

Level	90
Quest Giver	Imperial Princess Erje
Objectives	Go listen to Imperial Princess Isabella. Meet Isabella: 0/1
Upon Completion	Isabella: Argh, I'm so angry! She finally entered her guest room in the Ghent Palace. The Imperial Princess, as soon as she entered her assigned room and closed the door, expressed her feelings honestly. Cyrus: I can tell. Is this about that fool again? Isabella: Yes. He's really good at making people angry. The Princess kept complaining. Cyrus chimed in as best as she could. Isabella hadn't been in a good mood since she arrived in Ghent. Cyrus: Your Highness, what is it? You've been upset since we got here. At first I thought you were upset about not being able to join the Pandemonium expedition team, but I don't think that's the only reason. Isabella: Ah, can you tell? I can't hide anything from you, Cyrus. I can from others, though. It's... I'm upset about the fact that I made a misjudgment. At first I felt sorry that Erje was chased away like that. But I believed Sir Jurgen, that she was inexperienced and did something she shouldn't. But it doesn't make sense. Even if the emperor made a mistake, the nobility doesn't get to punish him, does it? I know Empyrean is not the Empire, but I'm still ashamed that I naively believed that its nobility wouldn't hurt Erje. Cyrus: As you said yourself, Empyrean is not a well-developed country like the Empire. It doesn't have an emperor, either. You couldn't have thought of this earlier. Isabella: Mm... You're right, but... *Sigh* Honestly, Empyrean is behind the Empire in many ways, and it may have to do with it being the only country on this side of the world. Even horses go out of control without a caretaker, right? If you're sympathizing with the Empyrean Princess, don't. If Sir Schuman finds out, you'll be in trouble. After listening to Isabella's rather unclear explanation about her foul mood, Cyrus warned her, just in case. And that further irritated Isabella. Isabella: This is what I'm talking about. I'm the Princess. Why should I be worried about that fat geezer? Gosh, what is Father thinking? Why did he send me all the way here? Isabella looked out the window and sighed. Noticing the sadness that shaded the Princess's pretty face, Cyrus carefully worded what she'd been wanting to say. Cyrus: This could be a test. Isabella: A test? Cyrus: His Majesty sent you here as his envoy, and then sent Sir Schuman without bringing you back. This is not how he usually does things. If he really wanted you to be under control of his successor... Isabella: He's a duke. Cyrus: And he's a Schuman. Isabella: Hm... The helpless expression on Isabella's face was replaced by an impish smile. Isabella: You're right. There's no way Father would interfere with me. I feel like I want to play a prank on Sir Schuman. You'll help, Cyrus, won't you? Cyrus: Don't go too hard on him, though. He looks like he has a bad heart. Cyrus was really worried. But Isabella started walking around the room vigorously, thinking. She hadn't felt this good for a long time. Isabella: Don't worry, Cyrus. I'm not going to do anything that'll get me in trouble with Father. I only want to show him what I can do. What should I do to make an impression? Ah, now that this happened, maybe I should turn Empyrean into a stable country. It's an ally of the great Empire, but it can't maintain its alliance with us if its ruler gets deposed all the time. Since Sir Walshuted is not here, so I can't mobilize the Iron Wolves that are waiting on Zelva. Father won't be happy if I use them. For now, I've only got my guards, but there are also the soldiers that came from Sir Walshuted. Yes, I think I can mobilize them. Alright, let's conquer Ghent! Cyrus smiled at Isabella like a parent looking at her child being excited on Christmas morning, but inwardly she couldn't help but worry more so than she did when she had her demonic arm implanted in her.
Rewards	248,904 Exp 8,208 Gold

Jurgen and Jakter

Level	90
Quest Giver	Imperial Princess Erje
Objectives	Go listen to Nevillo Jurgen. Meet Nevillo Jurgen: 0/1
Upon Completion	Nevillo Jurgen gave the rice cake that his servant brought to the prison guards and asked them to leave. The guards hesitated, but they couldn't ignore his request, not entirely because of his gift. Nevillo even had his servant leave, and then opened the heavy cell door. In the basement of the round building in an isolated corner of Ghent, there was a small cell without a window that wasn't big enough for one person to lie down comfortably. Jakter was sitting with his legs crossed and his eyes closed. Only after Nevillo closed the door and sat in front of him, he opened his eyes slowly. Jakter: To what do I owe this pleasure? Nevillo: I just came to see how you're doing. Jakter: Cut the crap. What is it that you want to tell me? Jakter didn't have time for Nevillo, and Nevillo didn't have time for him. Nevillo cut to the chase, looking straight into the old general's glaring eyes. Nevillo: Call Princess Erje. If she admits to her transgressions and agrees to go back to where she truly belongs, I'll make sure she lives in peace. I'll be better than drifting across the seas until she dies. Nevillo spoke firmly without leaving room for argument. Jakter found it strange. Jakter: What's pressuring you? Nevillo: Nothing. It's you who's being pressured. I only want to give her a chance to live, as my last courtesy. And that also should be your last duty as the Commander-in-chief. Jakter: You want me to bring her back, so you can humiliate her in front of everyone in the country. Hah hah! If that's all I'm good for, I don't want to live. Kill me now. People abandon their dogs all the time, but dogs never abandon their owners. I'm not going to throw my owner to the wolves. Nevillo: Then, what are you going to do? Are you going to let her drift like that until she dies? Let me be clear on this: I have no intention of killing her. If you don't want her to die young, now is not the time for you to stand on your pride. Jakter: Funny. How funny! This only shows me that you've misjudged her. You think the Princess is a weak coward who can't do anything without me? That she'll tremble like a leaf if you threaten her? She remained dignified, even when she was at the mercy of the Kartels. She's bolder than I am. Jakter guffawed. Nevillo didn't. Jakter: Nevillo, here's my proposition: arrest your daughter and her accomplices, and make them kneel before the Princess. Then, she'll spare your family. Nevillo: I'll give you some time to think this over. It's you who abandoned the Princess in the middle of the sea. Nevillo stood up. Jakter spoke at the back of the high nobleman. Jakter: You don't think of her as your enemy. You still think of her as your master. Are you sure you can hurt her? Nevillo: She's a puppet. I'm calling her princess because the law dictates that she still is. Jakter: The law. If you care about the law so much, then why did you involve the Empire in national matters and cause this mess? Nevillo didn't want to answer, but he didn't want to give Jakter the satisfaction of being right. Because he wasn't. Nevillo: The Empire is just a tool, a disposable tool. It may have a big army, but its members are foolish and rely too much on their old traditions. If we can shed their blood instead of shedding ours to achieve our goals, what better way to do so? Jakter: Is that why you abandoned the Lawless District, your own country, and chose the Empire? Nevillo: I've never abandoned it. I've only put it aside. One day, the Lawless District will join the rest of Empyrean and share its prosperity. Once order is restored. Jakter: Once order is restored? Nevillo: The oracles and punishment of God precede the law and threaten the constitutional government. Nobles compete against each other to join the Church instead of practicing law and realizing justice. God lives in the heavens, and we live on earth. It's only right we follow the law that we create. I'm going to change it. Reasonable laws will replace the teachings of a capricious god. It won't happen overnight. If today is the day that the old era is replaced by a new one, a sacrifice is needed for the old. Jakter: What are you trying to say? Nevillo: Why are villages clean? Because they have places to throw away their garbage. Empyrean has existed on the same principle. The people eat their tasteless breakfasts and blame their misfortune on the Lawless District, eat their lunches and demand prisoners be thrown into the Lawless District, and eat their dinners and tell scary stories about the Lawless District to their children. The Lawless District is functioning as it should. For now. We can change it after we change everything else. Once reasonable laws are instituted and bring order back into people's lives, we can clean the cesspool that is the Lawless District. And cleaning requires tools, like gloves and shovels. I told you the Empire was a tool It's a tool for that exact purpose. Jakter: You rambled on just to say that? Jakter was from the Lawless District, but he didn't look like he was angry at what Nevillo said, except for his eyes, which were as piercing as an eagle's. Nevillo didn't avoid his gaze that struck terror into many enemies. Nevillo: You're right. I was talking about the principles of things. You of all people would understand me. You have experience in putting a few in harm's way to save many. Jakter: Your argument right there is pretty skewed. There is no comparison between us. Nevillo: Our later generations will decide that. From the vantage point of history, you and I are not different. Nevillo exited his cell. His servant, who was standing next to a guard, approached him. He whispered. Nevillo: Expedite his execution.
Rewards	248,904 Exp 8,208 Gold

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The Empyrean Princess

Level	90
Quest Giver	Imperial Princess Erje
Briefing	Erje: What am I doing right now? Of course, I'm not the Princess of the Lawless District. Why do I have to hear things like that? Is this how far I have fallen? I have so many people and such a long history to protect. Am I still being indecisive? Erje mumbled absentmindedly. Her unfocused eyes were staring into the horizon, seeing Etten beyond it and everywhere else in Empyrean. Erje: I'm the Princess of Empyrean. The almost tearful look on her face slowly changed. Surprise, happiness, fear, love anger. Every emotion that one experienced at one time or another flashed across her face. Erje: Little girl, what are you so afraid of? Has getting measles made you so afraid of living? Erje felt that her voice sounded strange, but thought it was the voice she'd wanted to hear. Erje: I'm Empyrean. I'm this land, its people and its history. All this is happening inside my body. If my body kills me, it's me who's doing the killing. Am I going to be afraid of myself? Do I want to be the girl who shook in that cold room forever? No. That girl died that day. The body Mother gave me died and I was reborn as the spirit of Empyrean. I must go. I can't succumb to this disease. There's no reason to fear the hand that will squeeze the pus out of me. No need to be disappointed because the diseased arm is numb. Erje took one step, and then another. Having focused on her steps, which she never did before, she realized she was already on the deck. The eyes of the people who were on the deck talking and enjoying the wind, turned their attention to face her. Erje: Doctor Naen, which port is the closest from here? Naen: Err... E-Etten. Erje: I see. Then, we should go there. Naen: B-but I thought you wanted to go to the Lawless District. Erje clenched her fist covered in her long sleeves. Erje: We're in a hurry. Isn't it more reasonable to go to the closest place? Erje wondered why it was so difficult for her to give such a simple order before. It was as if she was finally released from the ghost of Kartel that had had a hold on her since her abduction. Naen: Err, y-yes, but... Naen didn't understand why the Princess had changed her mind. Neither did everyone else on the deck, but no one spoke. Erje examined their faces, one by one. There was surprise, but no objection. For some reason, she was sure about it. Naen: Woon, erm, he hasn't woken up. Erje: Let him sleep. The Colonel needs rest. I can walk by myself. Naen: Excuse me? Erje: Nothing. Please haul off to Etten. Naen was disconcerted for a moment, but the Princess's calm voice put her at ease. Rebecca, who was watching Naen run toward the wheelhouse from afar, approached the Princess. Rebecca: What changed your mind? Erje: My eyes have been opened. Rebecca: ...Should I have the Saint Horn wait for your instructions? Erje: Tell them to observe the situation from a distance. I need your help, but I don't want to flaunt it. Rebecca tilted her head, not knowing what to say. Erje smiled brightly at her, surprising her with her unusual cheerfulness. Erje: You seem to have many complaints about Empyrean. Rebecca: Huh? Mm... Complaints... I don't know. I can't remember, actually. I must have gotten into some kind of accident because I can't remember anything that happened to me in the past. Her eyes wide open in surprise, Rebecca regretted telling her her secret. She only shared it with the Captain before. What made her spill it to the Princess. Erje: I see. I'll make Empyrean a better place, so you can love it one day. Rebecca swallowed all the questions she wanted to ask Erje. Even in that afternoon, the Princess was solemn without a trace of smile on her face. What changed? Nothing changed about her situation. Feeling the Noblesky start speeding under her feet, Rebecca quietly observed the Princess while she was looking at the horizon.
Objectives	Go listen to Brigadier General Navarre in Etten. Meet Navarre: 0/1
Upon Completion	Navarre: If things go wrong, I swear I'll use your ear holes as flower vases. Kon: What kind of threat is that? I'm telling you, I woke you up right away. It's your fault if we're late! Navarre: Okay, okay! But put yourself in my shoes. I told you to observe the Noblesky secretly from the Commander today-I mean, yesterday morning. No matter how insightful I am-*Yawn*-this can't happen so quickly- It was midnight and even the crickets were quiet. Navarre, following the man who woke him up in the middle of the night, half-asleep, grumbling unhappily, suddenly stopped talking. Kon proudly pointed at the ship coming toward the port from far away as if to say that he'd brought it. The Noblesky, the ship that came to Etten to fight Anton and disappeared after the Princess was deposed, was returning. Navarre: Why are the Etten forces gathered around the port? Is the Lady Commander here, too? Without waiting for Kon to answer, Navarre quickened his steps. The port, usually lit minimally to conserve electricity, was as bright as day. Navarre's conversation with Petra in the previous morning convinced him that she was determined to become the governor of Etten or something similar. But unlike his expectation, Petra wasn't planning to do it alone. One can't become a governor without someone else to appoint them one. Navarre: You did what I said, right? I told you to tell everyone-from the recruits to the cook who broke my soda fridge-how the Lady came to Etten all of a sudden. Right? Kon: In a way, yes. I told them she ran away because the high and almighty Sir Jurgen hated the priests. But is that true? She was the archpriestess. Couldn't she resist Jurgen? Navarre: I doubt that was the only reason, but that's the only reason we need to know. Petra doesn't want Etten to be an independent state. She has no intention of ending up like that ambitious revolutionist who had to run away to Underworld in the end. She wants Etten to be an autonomous city with her as its ruler. We have to make sure that the only way that happens is through the Princess. Stoke Petra's pride while reminding the people of Etten how they were abandoned by the Central Island. After that, we'll contact the Noblesky, and have it come to Etten, and then expose the rebellion in Ghent. Many people in Etten are not happy about how everything revolves around the Central Island. But if we let them know the Princess is also a victim and she promises Etten a better future, Etten can be on her side. Kon: But the Princess came earlier than we anticipated. Navarre: That's not a problem. I'm more worried whether or not the Lady heard the rumor we've spread. Even if everyone in Etten is unhappy with the Princess, they can't be unhappy enough to take the rebels' side. But they're not the ones who make that decision; the Lady is. Kon: What if you're wrong, Brigadier General? The Commander could capture the Princess and hand her over to the Rebel Army in Ghent. Then, what? Navarre: Well... Then, we fight. What else? Kon: Hah hah! I'd like that! His answer was rather casual, but Navarre was anxious. Finally, they arrived at the port. While running toward the dock toward which the Noblesky was approaching, Navarre remembered what Jakter half-jokingly said once. Navarre: I might throw a grenade or two if things go wrong. Biyan: No, you'd better not. Biyan emerged out of the shadows and Kon and Navarre shrieked expletives. Navarre: Argh! #$%%^#@#E! Geez, what the hell were you doing there? Biyan: I'm here to provide you backup in case you need it. Farrel's here, too. Just calm down and move on. Biyan reminded Navarre of the couple of Etten soldiers who were looking at them curiously, probably wondering why he and Kon came barreling. Navarre awkwardly cleared his throat and started walking slowly. Fortunately, finding Etten's Commander was easy enough. The Princess, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, had gotten off the Noblesky and was now standing in front of Petra. Petra: I didn't think you'd come. Erje: I can go anywhere in this country. Petra: Then, what took you so long? You never came to visit since I came to Etten. You stayed on the Central Island and told me to fix the factories on my own. The soldiers who were listening to their conversation looked at Erje as one. Etten wasn't as resistant to her friendly policies about the Lawless District as the Central Island since Jakter came to stop Anton with the Empyrean Army, but it was just as skeptical about what Erje might do. Erje could feel the anxiety and unhappiness of the silent soldiers. She pursed her lips in spite of herself, feeling regret and remorse. On the contrary, Petra was relaxed. She already knew what the Princess's answer would be. Erje would apologize, giving her a chance to blame her and get what she wanted. Once she secured the Princess, she could send her back to Ghent, depending on the situation. Petra had been so thorough with her plans that she was ready to use the sudden visit from the Princess at a moment's notice. But Erje's answer was completely unexpected. Erje: I did. That's why I sent you here. Petra: ...Pardon? Erje: Ghent is where God resides, so I had to be there. That's why I sent you here since you were my archpriestess. Petra: But that's... That's not why you sent me here. Nevillo Jurgen- Disconcerted, Petra tried to deny what the Princess said, realized her mistake, and shut up. But the Etten soldiers already heard enough to believe in the rumor that they heard that day. Erje: But I was the one who made the decision. Was there any other archpriest who served God next to their master ever appointed army commander? Petra was speechless. The Princess wasn't telling the truth, but she wasn't telling a lie, either. Except the Princess herself, she was the only archpriestess in history who was appointed army commander at once. Erje coldly stared at Petra and spoke clearly, so everyone else could hear her. Erje: I had too many things to learn to come to Etten in person, so I sent my archpriestess as your commander. At first I wasn't sure if she could fulfill her new duties, but the things I'd heard were satisfactory, so I kept her here. The heavens gave me my authority. The heavens equal Empyrean. Can you tell me if the heavens and I really ignored Etten? Answer me, Petra Noiman. It angered Petra that the Princess spoke to her as if she was still her archpriestess. But she couldn't say it in front of her soldiers, whom she brought to pressure the Princess with, why she withstood all the humiliations and moved on to Etten to continue her long fight. She did it just so, on the day she finally had her opportunity, she could say everything was as the heavens planned. Erje didn't apologize to an angry Petra. Petra was a member of Empyrean and Erje was Empyrean itself. She could take a little bit of a sharp pain if she has to. Erje: It's windy and cold. Take me to your headquarters. Soldiers of Etten, I'm sorry you had to wake up early because of me. Now that I'm here, you may go back in and rest. Erje started walking without waiting for Petra's answer. Navarre quickly followed her, and her guards from the Noblesky brought up the rear with Kon. The Etten soldiers hesitated for a moment, but started following the Princess, as well. Luther: Amazing. This is like... her coronation. Rebecca: What are you talking about? Her coronation was a long time ago. In the dark shadows that cast over the Saint Horn, Luther smiled. Luther: Back then, she just wore the crown and did what she was told. To me, she only just started walking on her own. Kings stand on their own. Just like Bakal did. Rebecca: I can't believe you. Don't compare her to that tyrant. Anyway, Captain, you stay inside. You're going to ruin everything if someone sees you. Rebecca pushed Luther into the cabin. This morning, even the sea was calm, so their voices could be heard clearly from the deck of the Noblesky docked next the the Saint Horn. Woon: ... Standing on the empty iron ship after everyone else left, Woon quietly looked up at the Saint Horn.
Rewards	248,904 Exp 8,208 Gold