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9-7.2 Firstly, the enemy has secretly been plotting for longer than we thought; secondly, beyond the goods they've stolen from our possession, there are other powers that have been funding their operations in the long term. In other words, in this instance, here, they had no plans to take up new equipment and rush to arms. Right! So in that sense, where did the weapons we lost most recently go? So you've realized where the problem is–the spectre force finally show themselves, but the Originium products that disappeared in County Hillock are still missing. I hope Triangle's found some new leads. [Horn reaches out to Triangle.] (Hushed) Here, Leader. Is your group still doing alright? Snare's been lightly injured, the others can still operate. It's just, everyone's tired and hungry. Our situation's not that nice for sure. Were you involved in combat yesterday, too? Yes. Since nightfall, large numbers of enemies have suddenly poured out. It's like they were just lying in wait in the greenhouses and irrigation systems all this time– That seems to be exactly where they hid themselves. For the troops not familiar with the agricultural plates, it'll be exceedingly difficult to win that hide-and-seek. We fought face-to-face with a small wave of them, there were far too many enemies in my view, and we hid away on my lead, all the way until daybreak. You've done very well. Can you return to the city? Haha. That'll be a little tricky, Leader. Half of them have gone into the city, and the other half are still around everywhere. Leader, our group all agrees, we should continue with our initial task. We've discovered a transport vehicle. Your guess was right, someone really did use an agriculture transport route to convey these Originium products somewhere. Not that much each time. These ones today, most likely, are the last of them. These ones today? Where are you?! We're hidden onboard the transport vehicle right now. I can't risk talking too much. Worried they might hear. Next time we make contact, you'll know who the thief was. This is too dangerous! Haha... Leader, you and Bagpipe, be careful too. Triangle, out. [Triangle signs off.] inform Cello ASAP, we're returning to the barracks now. [The radio operators pick up transmissions across Hillock.] "...Districts Three through Nine have fallen..." "...The city hall, the newspaper, and Good Mary's Hospital are simultaneously under enemy attack..." "...Baron Paulet's wife sent an urgent cable–she's lost contact with her husband since early morning–she's requesting the barracks send help..." Colonel! I have something to say. Let her in. [Horn enters the command center.] I hope you aren't here to give me nonsense, Skamandros. As you can see, our enemy is savage. I have no time to contest with you again. Colonel, the enemy is hiding in the agricultural plates. What? That's where they were concealed. On top of that, they're not all in the city–they have even more hands. I knew it. I suggest you send someone fast to evacuate the citizens at the ag plates, and carry out emergency decoupling of the central city and those plates ASAP, to avoid letting even more of the enemy into the city! I don't need you instructing me on what to do. Colonel! It may not be in our power to prevail if we solely depend on the stationed troops, and my platoon, to cope with enemy forces infiltrating the city. We have to ensure the enemy gets no further reinforcement– You can go. Colonel?! It's my business how County Hillock is preserved. In the principal duty that is upholding the security of the Victorian Empire, we should be united! Hill, show her out. <Background fades out and in> Did you hear that, Hill? The ag plates, ha! They're hiding in the ag plates! I deduced as much long ago. Who else would open the door for the ghosts?! Yes, Colonel. The Tarans are assisting them. How are the artillery battalion's preparations? According to plan. The final batch of material will arrive at around noon. Good. Have them speed up the remodeling. Every time I even think of those disgusting things bounding around in my city, it has me eager to finish this. Oh, yes, Skamandros and her subordinate. The wolf from Londinium is still biting fast and won't let go. You've heard, haven't you? They have a helping hand outside. Give the command. Regardless of the means, we cannot let anyone stand in the way of our plans. Yes, Colonel. As for Skamandros, before we're done, she cannot be left to act freely. I understand. I have realized something... thanks to her talking-to. Why were our movements last night at Bolton's already known to the enemy?! Skamandros... no, it couldn't be. Though she shares that weakness and naivete innate to her kind of nobility, she has a highly secured loyalty to the Empire. Hmph... it seems rabble is ultimately rabble, their base nature always stiff to bend. Within these last few hours, one more thing must be done. And it's long overdue. 9-8.1 we've found them. Good. Bring them forth. What are you doing?! Le–Let go of me! It was you who tipped off the Victorian Army about the meeting? What? How do you know... Wait a moment, you–you're... it's you?! You're the one the chief editor was talking about... You're going to bring about a war, lead us to throw off our oppressors, just like they said? No... you'll bring death... turn our homeland to ruins, just like you're doing now. The source of it all, everything, it was you! ...... What I will bring is victory only. And you, Saoirse Kelly, have deeply harmed our people's trust in you. Because of your duplicity, many honest men have fallen into enemy prisons, and due to your betrayal, countless fighters have lost their chance to ever see the glory of victory. You must pay the price for your actions. Did they... really die because of what I did? Last night, all those gathering in that room, a huge amount of them sincerely wanted to welcome you–they believed you would bring us good change! And now, they've been blown apart, scorched to earth, just like this street. Is it really me–who lit this fire? I... [A Dublinn soldier punches Saoirse to silence her.] Shut your mouth, traitor! You feeble, weak defector! How can you understand a martyr's resolve? Rather than fall into enemy hands, suffer humiliation and torment, they rathered they would welcome The Leader's fire with heads high! For the welfare of the Tarans, they had no choice but to sacrifice themselves in the flames of war! Sentence her, Leader, give her the death penalty! The death penalty? Of course. Don't you see? Only the deaths of traitors can calm the rage of the warriors. Besides–look at the locals. They want to come closer, but don't dare. They fear us, fear you. This is the chance to make them submit. Once you put this traitor to death, then they'll learn, nobody betrays Dublinn and lives. Betrayal... hmm? Kelly, have you ever pondered the consequences of betrayal? I... maybe, I'll die. But I've no regrets. You'd have me dead for wanting to save my family and friends, and that only proves I did the right thing–if no one else stops you, even more blood will stain your hands. You are... courageous. I didn't mishear, did I? You praise a traitor for courage? She is one of our fellows too. She wasn't any longer, ever since she chose to stand in the way. What's the point of prattling about this, really? If I was her, I wouldn't be asking so much. Words from the condemned should have no effect on you. What if... it were my sister? They're all asking it. And yet... I don't like thinking like this. I–never liked it. fades in> Do it, now! You've got all these eyes on you. The longer you delay, the weaker we look. Who wants to follow a weak leader? How could the people follow a weak army? She didn't give me a choice. This child isn't the first of our fellows I've killed. How young was I then? She had me burn the Victorian merchant who wouldn't sell us bread, to death. I forget how I did it. I shut my eyes and lifted a knife, yet stabbed into only a pile of acrid ashes. And after, more and more ashes came. Just like this child, the braver, the faster they burn. Saoirse Kelly... In my name as the Leader of Dublinn, I sentence you to death. I will carry out the execution personally, right here. Seems... I'm going to die after all. Leader... You're The Leader. Probably no one could stop you, and probably my whole family will die too. But can you tell me? Will we win? Will we reach the day, when us Tarans can all live a better life? We will. Good, that's good. At least at this moment, I'm willing to... believe. Do you have anything else to say? Fire... I saw the fire from the tip of your lance. Will it hurt badly when I'm burned alive? No... don't tell me, after all. I can't bear to hear. I ask of you, tell my ma and my da, if they can still live after everything's over... I've hidden from them, some money in the third drawer by my bed. I wanted to buy my ma a bouquet of flowers for her birthday, next month... Tell them, I'm sorry, everyone. I promise you. *Whimper*... I don't want to die. I'm scared... Ah... hah... maybe next spring, in the burned soil, a willow might sprout... For... Dublinn! I've said these words... countless times. Every time I do, my chest stirs in burning pain, as if the spear wasn't in my hands, but stabbed into my body. Again and again I tell myself, life burns easily, and they are all fuel. And I'm no exception. [Now Saoirse has turned into ashes after being burnt to death by the Draco's fire...] Hah, she's dead. That's decent enough. Give the order, make everyone else know, the traitor's been executed. The next one wants to go informing, they'll be waiting to crumble to charcoal like her. Yes, sir.