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Marcus/Supports (The Binding Blade)
The following text is an unofficial translation by fans. There may be stylistic differences with official sources and other unofficial translations.
Per turn: +2
Roy: What's the matter, Marcus?
Marcus: They're not good. Not good at all.
Roy: What's not good?
Marcus: The young recruits. Their combat skills leave much to be desired. Granted, not all of them are disappointments, but most are soft! What they need is a more intense training regimen...
Roy: I don't know if I'd call anyone soft... Everyone's working hard.
Marcus: My Lord Roy, you are far too easy on them. I shall go and teach them how we used to do things!
Roy: Just don't work yourself too hard. You're not as...well, youthful as you used to be.
Marcus: Nonsense! I may be getting on in years, but I'm still more than a match for the youth!
Roy: If you think more training is what they need, then go ahead. Just take care not to overwork yourself. Age can be cruel.
Marcus: Of course, my lord. Thank you for your concern.
Marcus: Lord Roy is such a caring and thoughtful young master... The other youths we have can't even compare... It's a disgrace! I'm the only one who can be of any use to Lord Roy.
Marcus: Lord Roy, I believe training needs to be made more difficult.
Roy: More difficult?
Marcus: Yes, my lord. And those who fail to perform up to par should be discharged.
Marcus: Such rules may make our numbers small, but we will be an army of elites. That would increase our combat efficiency several times over.
Roy: No, Marcus. I don't think so.
Marcus: What...? Why not?
Roy: Who's to judge whether someone is performing up to par?
Marcus: Why, you, naturally, Lord Roy.
Roy: But some soldiers may excel while I'm not looking.
Marcus: Ah, yes... Well, in that case...
Roy: We also have people supporting us off the battlefield, and yet more who simply haven't yet had a chance to shine. I couldn't discharge such soldiers. Many have joined us thanks to their belief in our fight. I can't simply tell them to leave.
Roy: Marcus, try to trust them. We're all working together.
Marcus: ...You are right. I was mistaken, Lord Roy. Your ideas are noble.
Roy: It's strange to hear you praise me. I'm more used to hearing you scold me.
Marcus: Oh? Are you?
Roy: Yes. But thank you, Marcus.
Marcus: Lord Roy... He has grown into a fine young man... I'm certain he can make it on his own. My work is nearly complete...
Roy: Marcus, is something wrong? You seem unwell.
Marcus: I apologize, my lord. I have been considering retirement... Age has worn me down...
Marcus: The young soldiers have grown strong. Perhaps now is the time.
Roy: ...Marcus. You can't be serious.
Marcus: I have grown old... A feeble old man like me has no place at your side. It is time I made way for the next generation.
Marcus: Yes, I will retire soon.
Roy: No! I still need you!
Marcus: Lord Roy...
Roy: I'm sorry about what I said to you before. But you don't need to retire yet.
Marcus: But I'm far too old... I shouldn't be fighting.
Roy: I still have much to learn from you. If you leave...who can I turn to for advice?
Marcus: Lord Roy... I had no idea you trusted me so much...
Roy: Don't retire yet... I need your help.
Marcus: As you will, my lord. I shall serve you until the day I die.
Per turn: +2
Alen: Where's the next enemy...
Alen: Oh, Sir Marcus.
Marcus: You have been performing well lately.
Alen: Thank you, sir.
Marcus: However, it also looks as if you are charging into the enemy lines without thinking. Your duty is to protect Lord Roy. Am I wrong?
Alen: But... Defeating the enemy would lead to Lord Roy's safety!
Marcus: What if during your fighting, Lord Roy were to be hurt?
Alen: That hasn't happened so far...
Marcus: Does that mean it won't happen at all?
Alen: Then...what must I do?
Marcus: Take your time in battle.
Alen: Take my time...?
Alen: Sir Marcus.
Marcus: Alen. What is the matter?
Alen: I need you to teach me something...
Alen: You said to take my time in battle. Then was my fighting style up until now wrong?
Marcus: No. But you only use the one style of fighting you are used to.
Alen: Just one...
Marcus: Your courage is not a bad thing. Rather, it should be praised. However, I am worried that you might go berserk and go rushing in, leaving Lord Roy behind.
Marcus: A true knight must think about what he must do at a given moment and change his style accordingly. Charging is not always the best way.
Marcus: Alen, your fighting has been impressive lately.
Alen: Yes... I am trying my best to change my fighting style, as you told me.
Marcus: I see. Hm, you seem to able enough to take over after me.
Alen: Take over?
Marcus: I am old. I must make way for the young generation, for Roy. I want you to take care of Roy in my place.
Marcus: Perhaps taking after an old man like me would be embarrassing?
Alen: Of course not! It is an honor! I shall protect Lord Roy with my life and bring further prosperity to Pherae...
Marcus: Calm down. I told you that your fire worried me.
Marcus: There is no need to get all worked up. Lord Roy is still young. You must grow with him, as a knight, and as a person.
Per turn: +2
Marcus: Lance, have you gotten used to the Pherae family yet?
Lance: Yes, Sir Marcus. Everyone has been very good to me, who is an outsider...
Marcus: I see. Good.
Lance: You have been very caring as well, Sir Marcus.
Marcus: Well, we must have you work especially hard.
Marcus: You have something that the other knights do not.
Lance: I do...?
Marcus: Yes. And that will help Lord Roy in the future.
Lance: Sir Marcus.
Marcus: Yes, Lance?
Lance: You said before that I had something that the other knights do not.
Marcus: That I did.
Lance: However, I cannot see what that something is. I am but an ordinary knight. I think you see more in me than there actually is.
Marcus: I think not.
Lance: But I was in a different band of knights up until recently, so I have no idea what I can do for Lord Roy...
Marcus: There, you have it.
Marcus: You have experience in other areas. The others do not.
Marcus: Lord Roy will take Pherae's throne in the future. And if only Pheraeans were around him, he will grow to be a person with limited views. We need someone like you who knows other parts of the world.
Lance: Will my experience...be of use?
Marcus: You must make it so. Lord Roy must grow to be an individual with diverse beliefs.
Lance: Ah, Sir Marcus.
Marcus: Lord Roy was telling me the other day that you were telling him stories of other parts of the continent.
Lance: If my experience can be of use to Lord Roy, then I shall do my best to teach him.
Marcus: Good. Well, it seems I can now retire without any worries.
Lance: Sir Marcus, what are you saying? We still have much to learn from you.
Marcus: Not if we have you. You can take my place once I am gone.
Lance: Me? But I am not a native of Pherae...
Marcus: Are you still worrying yourself over matters like that? Lord Roy certainly isn't.
Lance: ... All right, then I shall take your place when the time comes. But that is in the far future. You are still well, and you must still be our example.
Marcus: Well, maybe I can. You never know.
Per turn: +2
Wolt: Sir Marcus!
Marcus: Ah, Wolt. What is the matter?
Wolt: I have something to ask of you.
Marcus: You do? What is it?
Wolt: Please, could you...teach me how to use a sword?
Marcus: ...... May I ask why?
Wolt: I can only use bows. An archer can't even defend himself at close range. I won't be able to protect Lord Roy if something happens...
Marcus: Do not belittle the bow. It has many traits that close range weapons do not.
Wolt: Even so...
Marcus: Besides, what is the point in learning swordplay at your late age? A mediocre skill would be nothing but a hindrance to Lord Roy.
Marcus: Do not worry yourself about it any further. You are a great help to Lord Roy as you are.
Wolt: ...I hope so...
Wolt: Sir Marcus.
Marcus: Wolt... I can tell by your face that you still want me to teach you swordplay.
Wolt: I just don't understand. Am I really that much help to Lord Roy?
Marcus: Wolt... Tell me what you think of the knights like me who served Lord Eliwood.
Wolt: Uh...well... You're all really strong and I look up to you.
Marcus: Well, thank you for that. But there was one problem with Lord Eliwood's knights.
Wolt: There was?
Marcus: None of us are even close to him in age.
Wolt: Now that you mention it...
Marcus: Lord Eliwood's vassals... They were all old like me or too young for him to relate to. He couldn't speak to us on a comfortable level. In a way, he was isolated.
Wolt: I never even thought about that...
Marcus: I don't want Lord Roy to suffer the same fate. You and Lord Roy are the same age, and what's more, you were raised together. I need you to stay by Lord Roy's side and give him moral support.
Wolt: Moral support?
Marcus: Combat prowess is important, but that is not all you can do. Think on what I've said. You are more important than you realize.
Marcus: Ah, Wolt. You look better. Do you still want me to teach you how to wield a sword?
Wolt: No. After hearing your words, I lost any sense of hesitation. I will perfect my skills with the bow and ensure Lord Roy can count on me!
Marcus: Very good. Then it appears I can let you take over for me.
Wolt: What? B-but if you leave now...
Marcus: No, no, I won't retire right at this moment. Still, the day isn't far off. Once I am gone, you must take care of Lord Roy.
Marcus: Are you embarrassed to take over for an old man like me?
Wolt: No, not at all... It's just...do you really think I can do it...?
Marcus: There's your problem. You lack confidence. Lord Roy won't be able to turn to you if you're like that.
Wolt: You're right...
Marcus: You can do it. All you need is confidence!
Per turn: +1
Lilina: Hello, Marcus.
Marcus: Ah, Lady Lilina.
Lilina: Things grow more perilous all the time... Marcus, do you think Roy will be OK?
Marcus: Of course, milady. Lord Roy takes after his father, the greatest knight in Lycia.
Lilina: Yes... Lord Eliwood is a great knight indeed.
Marcus: His wife was also a kind, gentle woman. Much like yourself, if I may say so.
Lilina: Wow... Do you really think so?
Marcus: Lord Roy is becoming very much like his father. I expect him to seek a wife much like Lord Eliwood's.
Lilina: Like his mother...?
Marcus: Milady, if you would allow me a suggestion. When all is done and we return to Lycia, you and Lord Roy should w--
Lilina: Marcus! Roy and I are friends. Just friends! It's too soon to think of marriage!
Lilina: Marcus, what kind of couple were Lord Eliwood and his wife?
Marcus: Well, milady, just looking at them would fill one with cheer. The people of Pherae were truly happy for them.
Lilina: That sounds nice...
Marcus: Lord Eliwood loved his wife deeply. One night...before the two were wed, Lord Eliwood disappeared. He returned three days later, and presented his wife a flower. It was a beautiful white flower that grows only in the snowy highlands. And it was the flower she loved the most.
Lilina: Lord Eliwood sounds so...romantic. Sigh... And look at Roy...
Marcus: What troubles you, Lady Lilina?
Lilina: Marcus... What does...what does Roy think of me? I...I'm not so sure anymore.
Lilina: Roy... He's... I've always...liked him...
Marcus: Why not ask him yourself, milady?
Lilina: What...? But...
Marcus: I do not know much of these matters, but the maids in the castle say that women can no longer be passive. I'm certain Lord Roy would fall for you if you were to advance.
Lilina: ...... Yes... That's what I'll do. I've known him longer than anyone. I won't let someone else snatch him up!
Marcus: That's the spirit, Lady Lilina!