Scenario:Aglovale and Tor - Deepening Trust
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Deepening Trust
Following a swordsmanship lesson on the Wales Castle training grounds, Tor visits Aglovale's office, where he reassures the king regarding the three-nation alliance. Aglovale asks Tor if he has ever considered studying military science and gives him a simple test, which seems to spark an interest in the subject for Tor.
Tor: Hah! Hyah!
Wales Soldier: You can stop there!
Having completed a round of sword practice under the instruction of a fellow royal guard member, Tor wipes the sweat from his brow.
Tor: Phew... How was my performance?
Wales Soldier: You've made a lot of headway since you first started. But the basics aren't quite there yet...
Tor: I suppose improvement doesn't happen overnight. I must continue to apply myself.
Wales Soldier: Why'd you suddenly decide to work on your swordsmanship anyway? Shouldn't you be studying for your officer duties or something?
Wales Soldier: Word has it you're also helping with government work, so you ought to just leave the fighting to the big boys.
Tor: As I am now, even if I wanted to accompany Lord Aglovale on his outings, it would be impossible. I decided I must change myself for the better...
Wales Soldier: Talk about dedicated... But the king doesn't really need an escort, you know. He's actually—
At that moment, a biting chill fills the air as though winter has suddenly come, causing a thin layer of frost to creep across Tor's armor.
Aglovale: Hurrrgh!
Aglovale: Hyaaah!
Tor: Seeing him work up close is quite intimidating...
Wales Soldier: On top of being more skilled with a sword than any soldier, he's also blessed with the unrivaled magical power of the House of Wales.
Tor: I had heard rumors of his prowess for quite some time, but I was surprised to learn that he is even more powerful than his reputation suggests.
Tor: His strength must be the result of not only his innate talent, but his tireless efforts as well.
Wales Soldier: During times of national crisis, King Aglovale himself stands on the front lines. He's our last line of defense, so to speak.
Wales Soldier: It's because of that great responsibility that he trains every day without fail, despite how busy he may be.
Tor: He is indeed on a completely different level. I cannot help but admire how he refuses to compromise on anything.
Wales Soldier: Agreed. He's truly a flawless individual.
Wales Soldier: When it comes down to it, he's just made of different stuff. Really hammers it home that a king can't be created through hard work alone.
Aglovale: ...
Breaking his concentration, Aglovale holds up a hand to dispel the surrounding ice before striding regally from the training grounds.
Tor: (A flawless individual... He is an indeed the embodiment of those words.)
Tor: (However, it must be incredibly isolating to go through life completely unrivaled.)
Staring at Aglovale's blonde mane shining in the sunlight, Tor purses his lips, feeling the magnitude of the weight resting on the king's shoulders.
After finishing his routine duties, Tor pays a visit to Aglovale's office.
Tor: I have finished preparing the materials for tomorrow's meeting, my lord. Everything appears to be in order.
Aglovale: Sorry for making you go to so much trouble. You may leave them on the table.
Aglovale: ...
Is this sufficient, I wonder?
Is this sufficient, I wonder?
Aglovale wears an uncharacteristically serious expression as he mutters to himself, scanning the document he had just finished writing.
Tor: Is that a letter to our allies?
Aglovale: Yes, that's correct. I plan to hold an emergency conference to report on the recent investigation into the cabal.
Tor: You are going to explain the matter regarding Lord Lamorak to them firsthand, then?
Aglovale: Misleading them will only serve to make the situation worse. Our alliance could even fall apart...
Tor: Are you certain of that?
Aglovale: My family has turned out a traitor. Who in their right mind would still trust me?
Tor: Sir Gawain should be presenting a report as well. I do not believe that Dalmore will place any blame on you, my lord.
Tor: And the fact of the matter is that you have not been in contact with Lord Lamorak in over three years.
Tor: I am certain that King Carl, too, will determine that you are not accountable for the actions of your brother.
Aglovale: Feendrache... The kingdom that agreed to settle my blunder in a peaceful manner.
Aglovale: It seems I am fated to find myself in their debt once again.
Aglovale's expression softens slightly as he lowers his gaze to the red insignia beside him.
The Wales brooch—an ornament acting as proof that one belongs to the House of Wales, previously dropped by Lamorak.
Aglovale: The fact that he remained in possession of this suggests that he didn't wish to sever our connection.
Aglovale: That's why I don't understand. What does he hope to achieve so badly that he would turn his own brother against him?
Tor: It is difficult to be kept in the dark.
Aglovale: Humph... I finally have an idea of how you feel.
Aglovale affixes his seal to the letter and leans back in his chair, breathing a deep sigh.
Aglovale: By the by, you've been receiving lessons in swordsmanship without my knowledge, haven't you?
Tor: Yes, my lord. At my current level, I have no prospect of joining you in the field. I was hoping to learn the fundamentals, at the very least...
Aglovale: (An admirable mindset. But my intention was never to make you fight...)
Aglovale: Well, light material or not, you do wear armor. It wouldn't be a bad idea for you to learn how to fight.
Aglovale: You may continue your training. But there is more to battle than wielding a sword.
Aglovale: I've always believed you well-suited for military science, Tor. Do you have any interest in such a pursuit?
Tor: Military science... The study of tactical command?
Aglovale: That's the basic idea. Here, allow me to test you.
Aglovale takes a large roll of paper from a nearby shelf and spreads it out on the desk.
Aglovale: This is a map showing the borders of Wales. Now then...
Aglovale: As you can see, a river flows through this mountainous region, and there is no place to cross it aside from two bridges in the lower and upper reaches.
Aglovale: The enemy is on the opposite shore from your squadron, camped by the bridge downstream. How do you choose to attack?
Tor: Well...
Tor: While crossing the bridge, your movements will be restricted, putting you at a disadvantage. That being the case...
Tor: It would be rather indirect, but would it not be safest to take a roundabout path from upstream?
Aglovale: Exactly. If you were to use the bridge downstream, you would be targeted by mages and archers stationed along the river. That would be playing right into the enemy's hands.
Aglovale: But there is yet another advantage to coming around from upstream. Do you know what that might be?
Tor: Upstream... which means the elevation will be higher. Thus the enemy will be fatigued from ascending the slope, and it will be less likely that incoming arrows will hit their mark.
Aglovale: Excellent work. It appears you are able to comprehend this level of strategy using intuition alone.
Aglovale: By controlling the terrain, it is possible to defeat an enemy army larger than your own. However, the reverse also holds true.
Tor: I see... Very interesting. Military science... Hmm...
Aglovale: (Hah. As I thought, it seems to come quite naturally to him.)
Tor: Ah... Taking up a position slightly upstream from the enemy without crossing either bridge could be an effective method as well...
Aglovale: Hm? You can't strike without first traversing the river.
Tor: That may not be the case. For example, if you used magic to dam the river and alter its flow, the enemy camp would be swept away by the water...
Aglovale: A water attack? Bahahaha!
Tor: My lord! Forgive my foolishness. I was mistaken...
Aglovale: No, quite the opposite. If the enemy were to launch such offensive, anyone would be stunned, myself included.
Aglovale: You truly are intriguing. I'm always impressed by how you think outside the box.
Tor: Not at all, my lord. It was merely an idea...
Aglovale: Well, freezing a portion of a river is no small feat, even for me. I shall give it a try sometime, should the mood strike me.
Tor: I am honored, my lord.
Following their conversation, Aglovale cheerfully continues his work until Tor takes his leave.
Deepening Trust: Scene 2
A few days later, Tor finds himself kidnapped by a group of skilled fighters, whom he proceeds to drive into a corner using nothing but his conversation skills. Just as the men are about to escape, Aglovale appears in a fury, wasting no time in having them captured.
While visiting the marketplace outside the castle a few days later, Tor closely inspects the goods at his mentor's stall.
Tor: This chemical has quite an unusual color. The beautiful dark blue hue makes it appear as though the night sky itself has been sealed inside the vial.
Merchant: It's a new product made from monster fluids that works wonders at repelling insects. And it's said to be practically harmless to the body.
Merchant: I'll give you a discount for trying it out. Just make sure to buy more if you like it.
Tor: Thank you very much. I shall present it to the castle gardener.
Tor tucks away the vial and departs from the marketplace.
Tor: (I am deeply grateful to my master for always locating quality products and recommending them to me.)
Tor: (Becoming a purveyor to the House of Wales would make it much easier for him to do business. I must exert my utmost effort.)
???: You're Tor, right?
Tor: What?
The moment he turns onto a deserted street, a voice from behind causes him to stop in his tracks.
Feeling something hard on his back, Tor cautiously glances down to see a knife pressed against a gap in his armor.
Tor: ...!
I—
I—
Skilled Fighter 1: You're coming with us.
Two men grab him on either side, forcing him into the basement of a nearby building.
Skilled Fighter 1: Don't make a fuss, got it? No one'll be able to hear you outside anyway.
Tor: What do you want from me?
Skilled Fighter 2: Just stay still and keep your mouth shut. Our buddies are writing a letter to Aglovale as we speak.
Skilled Fighter 2: "We've captured your faithful retainer, Tor. If you want him back in one piece, you'll have to pay up."
Tor: In short, I have been kidnapped.
Skilled Fighter 1: Don't worry, you're a valuable hostage. As long as you don't try anything funny, we won't have to get rough.
Tor: (These men pointed a knife at me with nary a hint of fear, despite my knightly attire.)
Tor: (They must have been able to tell in an instant that I was weak. Or perhaps they're simply that skilled.)
Tor: Why are you committing such a heinous act? You don't have the look of common thugs.
Skilled Fighter 2: To get back at Aglovale, of course! He's the reason our employer was taken away!
Skilled Fighter 1: I don't know how the king found out about the rebellion... but thanks to him, we're all out of a job.
Tor: (Judging from their responses, these two must have been private soldiers of a noble who was apprehended for helping to plot the insurgence.)
Tor: (My whistleblowing as good as turned them out onto the streets. Though I expected some amount of collateral damage, it still pains my heart.)
Skilled Fighter 2: So yeah. You can thank your master for the mess you're in.
Tor: (It is true that I should thank him. If these men knew that I was the informant, who knows what they would have done to me.)
Tor: (I cannot cause any further trouble for Lord Aglovale. I must find a way out of this on my own.)
Skilled Fighter 2: What's wrong? Too scared to open your mouth?
Tor: No, I was merely overcome with sympathy. The pain you must have gone through...
Tor: I understand that you are pressed for funds. As an apology, allow me to assist you in procuring employment.
Skilled Fighter 2: Yeah, that's right! Hurry and find us a job—
Skilled Fighter 2: Wait, huh? What're you talking about?
Tor: You see, Lord Aglovale is planning to launch a flood control project in order to prevent the river from overflowing.
Tor: However, we have yet to establish a route to safely transport goods upstream.
Tor: Monsters are prone to appearing in the area, so we are seeking out capable individuals such as yourselves to carry out the work.
Skilled Fighter 1: What's with this guy? He's yammering on like a merchant all of a sudden.
Tor: Well, yes. This is a business negotiation.
Skilled Fighter 1: A business negotiation! Are you out of your mind?
Tor: On the contrary, I am very much sane. So what say you? There is a good bit of risk involved, but rest assured that you will be compensated accordingly.
Skilled Fighter 1: Tch... Listen to you trying to run things here. You're a hostage, so act like one!
Skilled Fighter 2: But isn't this a pretty good offer? Maybe we should give up on the whole kidnapping thing and take the job...
Skilled Fighter 1: Don't let yourself get taken in! First of all, it'd be a lot quicker and easier to just get the ransom!
Tor: It is true that Lord Aglovale will likely be willing to comply with a substantial ransom demand.
Tor: But then what happens to you after that? Suppose you receive a large sum of money in exchange for my release.
Tor: Lord Aglovale will be furiously pursuing you both, as well as your comrades. Escaping across the border will be nigh impossible.
Skilled Fighter 1: Hah! Avoiding the guards will be child's play for us!
Tor: Are you quite sure? You will be making an enemy of the entire state. And that includes any and all merchants.
Tor: If you find yourselves hungry and purchase food, you will be tracked from that moment on. Merchants are able to instantly memorize the faces of their customers, you see.
Tor: And it will be impossible for you to lodge at an inn as well. I will have already spread your descriptions far and wide.
Tor: You will be forced to sleep outdoors, sustaining yourselves on monsters you hunt in the forest as you evade capture by the guards. All while attempting to protect your newly earned fortune.
Tor: Can you endure such a life on the run? Even as you are tormented by never-ending fear?
Skilled Fighter 1: U-urgh...
Skilled Fighter 2: Hey, is it my imagination, or is this guy bad news? He looks pretty slow on the uptake, but he doesn't seem to be scared one bit...
The two men gradually begin to shrink before Tor's fearless smile.
Skilled Fighter 1: You're hiding something, aren't you? Fess up!
Tor: Hiding something? Oh, are you perhaps referring to this?
Tor reaches into his pocket and pulls out the vial of insect repellent he had just purchased.
Tor: My apologies. It completely slipped my mind to inform you...
Tor: This is a special bottle given to me by Lord Aglovale. It contains a type of bugging magic.
Skilled Fighter 1: What! Did you say bugging?
Tor: Yes. I am rather unskilled at fighting, you see, so I have been asked to carry it with me.
Tor: Lord Aglovale is able to hear everything said in this place, and he can also sense the magic within the vial...
Tor: I have no doubt that he is on his way here at this very moment.
Both: ...!
Tor: So what is your decision? You have two paths before you.
Tor: You can either wait for Lord Aglovale to arrive and turn you into ice sculptures, or you can accept my request and help me make this venture a success.
Tor: If you choose the latter option, I vow to accept full responsibility and take you under my wing.
Tor: Until death... literally.
Skilled Fighter 2: N-nope, nope, nope! If we involve ourselves with this guy any more, it's not gonna end well!
Skilled Fighter 1: Forget the ransom! Let's get out of here!
Seized with unspeakable terror, the two men bolt for the exit.
As if on cue, the heavy basement door flies open to reveal none other than Aglovale, his face contorted with rage.
Tor: Eh?
Skilled Fighter 2: H-he's here!
Aglovale: Oho? In other words, you two are the fools who dared to lay a hand on my attendant.
The moment Aglovale steps forward, frigid air begins to flow from his body, covering the floor and walls with frost in an instant.
Skilled Fighter 1: S-s-so cold! A-am I dying?
Skilled Fighter 2: Y-you've got it all wrong! This was just a joke!
Aglovale: A joke? How could something so immensely unpleasant possibly be passed off as a joke!
Aglovale: It appears to me that you desire nothing more than to become ice sculptures. Shall I grant your wish here and now?
Skilled Fighter 2: Eep!
Skilled Fighter 1: Spare us, please! Have mercy!
Tor: My lord... These two gentlemen have already lost the will to resist...
Aglovale: Are you injured?
Tor: No, my lord. They merely threatened me.
Aglovale: Very well.
As Aglovale lowers his hand, the bone-chilling cold recedes, and the frost turns to powdered snow and melts away.
Taking that as a signal, soldiers storm into the basement and quickly restrain the cowering kidnappers.
With a final unsympathetic glance at the two men, Aglovale silently departs from the room with Tor in tow.
Deepening Trust: Scene 3
Astonished by the tale of the kidnapping, Aglovale admits that he had underestimated Tor and asks him to become his right-hand man. Having decided to change his way of thinking, Aglovale declares that he wants to trust Tor, and Tor agrees to stand with him on the front lines.
Aglovale: I must say, I'm surprised. To think you would employ such a method to drive them into a corner.
Aglovale is astonished upon hearing the tale of Tor's captivity.
Tor: It never occurred to me that you might actually be outside. I thought it must be time for your audience...
Aglovale: You are privy to the inner workings and guarded secrets of the state. If something were to happen to you, it is inevitable that Wales would suffer a great deal of damage.
Aglovale: Therefore, I determined it worthwhile to rescue you, even if it meant cutting my schedule short.
Tor: I see... You have my deepest gratitude...
Aglovale: But little did I know that you had already steered the conversation in your favor, rushing them to rob them of their decision-making ability and bring them to bay.
Aglovale: I myself made a great show of extracting your whereabouts from the man who delivered the letter, but there's no doubt that you bested me.
Tor: ...
Aglovale: Your captors were remarkably skilled. Were you not afraid?
Tor: To be honest, I was indeed quite frightened. So much so that I was distracting myself from my fear by focusing on my own thoughts.
Aglovale: You appeared to be perfectly calm and collected when I made my entrance.
Tor: Well... I have always been told that my face is unreadable...
Aglovale: Bahahaha! That is a rare gift!
Tor: Ah! No laughing, please! I am actually quite self-conscious about it, you see...
Aglovale: Heh... Forgive me.
Tor: You were tremendous, my lord. Even though I was fully aware that you were acting, it shook me to the core.
Aglovale: Did you believe that was an act?
Tor: Eh?
Aglovale: If it had been my brother, I would have left him to wriggle his way out of such a measly predicament on his own
Aglovale: But you are different. I was genuinely worried.
Tor: I had no idea...
Aglovale: That being said, in your hands, mere insect repellant transforms into bugging magic. It seems I underestimated you.
Aglovale gives the vial of deep blue liquid a little shake, smiling broadly.
Aglovale: Tor, you showed an impressive amount of resourcefulness today. A man of your talent should not be handling menial tasks.
Aglovale: Therefore, I have a proposition. How would you like to become my right-hand man and join me on the front lines?
Tor: Your right-hand man! How could you even think to propose such a thing?
Aglovale: So you decline?
Tor: Surely you jest, my lord... I am in no way equal to such a task.
Aglovale: In terms of lack of power, you and the other soldiers are much the same. When it comes to close combat, I am strongest alone.
Aglovale: However, as the ruler of a nation, I must be accompanied by soldiers wherever I go.
Tor: But surely that doesn't mean that just anyone will suffice...
Aglovale: Correct—it has to be you. To be more precise, I want your mind for strategy.
Aglovale: My way of doing battle is a straightforward method that relies on force. Though I can defeat most any foe, such a generic approach leads to a large amount of waste.
Aglovale: You possess the ability to look at things from multiple angles. It may very well be that you conceive of an unexpected move that alters the course of battle.
Aglovale: But above all, it would be amusing to witness an ineffectual bodyguard under the king's protection think up a clever scheme that brings victory to the nation.
Tor: Forgive me for saying so, but I believe my outlandishness may have rubbed off on you a bit.
Aglovale: Hah. You may be right.
Tor: (I am quite sure this must be a joke. But at the same time, I don't recall Lord Aglovale being the type...)
Aglovale: Well, putting the matter of your title aside, I am serious about enlisting your aid.
Aglovale rises from his chair to move in front of the desk where Tor stands.
Aglovale: I will teach you everything you need to know.
Aglovale: Stand beside me and see what I see. Share with me your thoughts.
Tor: Are you certain you can trust me? Even though I'm an outsider?
Aglovale: How is that relevant?
Tor: With all due respect, it is plain to see that you value the ties of blood above all else.
Tor: When you were attempting to hatch the key to the Otherworld, you summoned the young lord back so as not to harm your precious brother...
Tor: You went out of your way to assign me to the search for Lord Lamorak, yet you always keep your distance from your attendants...
Tor: All this considered, it is only a matter of time before the truth comes to light.
Aglovale: You are indeed perceptive.
Tor: I know it is presumptuous of me...
Aglovale: No... Not to worry. It would have been necessary for me to tell you eventually anyway.
Aglovale closes his eyes as though preparing himself and then begins to speak.
He tells Tor of the day his mother lost her life to bandits. It is in fact the first time Aglovale has spoken of his family's past to another.
With tears in his eyes, he describes the despair he felt as he shouted himself hoarse calling out for someone to save his mother, but to no avail.
Aglovale: That was the day my faith crumbled away.
Aglovale: It was difficult for me to accept the fact that my mother, who believed in the goodness of all people, had lost her life at the hands of those she had cared for.
Aglovale: There was a time when I saw everyone as an enemy. In the end, I acted the role of a solitary king because I wished to keep others at a distance.
Aglovale: Disillusioning, isn't it? You must be wondering how a king could spout such nonsense.
Tor: I myself have never lost a family member, so I cannot begin to fathom your pain...
Tor: But I can only imagine how difficult it must be to take the first step toward changing yourself, and how much courage that must require.
Tor: How could I possibly be disillusioned? On the contrary, I find it beyond admirable.
Aglovale: Tor?
Tor: (I cannot recall how many times I have come to report on the search for Lord Lamorak...)
Aglovale: No leads thus far? Well, continue with the investigation.
Aglovale: I see. So there is a region that escaped our notice? Search there next.
Aglovale: Still nothing? Very well... You're dismissed.
Aglovale: How have we yet to find a single clue? Lamorak...
Tor: (An entire year will have soon passed. After all this time, I have come to realize something.)
Tor: (Lord Aglovale is so utterly... human at heart. He is far too warm and vulnerable to be deserving of the moniker Lord of Frost.)
Tor: (Despite his grief, he presents a flawless front and conceals his intentions behind a cold smile. Perhaps that is why no one realizes his true nature.)
Aglovale: As you said, I have put my absolute trust in those connected to me by blood.
Aglovale: But just look at the reality of the situation. I have been forced to become enemies with my own brother.
Aglovale: It is only due to the kindness of fellow kings that I am able to continue ruling my nation. (Captain), too, helped bring me back from the brink.
Aglovale: At this point, it would be the height of folly to make a distinction between family members and outsiders. Therefore, I have decided to change my way of thinking.
Tor: I see...
Aglovale: Tor, I would like to begin by putting my faith in you.
Aglovale: However, a person's nature cannot be changed so quickly. We people are foolish creatures, after all.
Tor: (Does this mean he is uncertain... or rather, lacking confidence?)
Tor: (In my eyes, he achieved his goal the moment he said he wished to trust me... but I suppose this just shows how important it is to him.)
Tor: Please rest assured. I will be at your side no matter what may come.
Tor: You are aware just how brazen I am, are you not?
Aglovale: Heh... Indeed I am.
Tor: I understand your feelings on the matter. If you will have me, I shall fulfill my role to the best of my ability.
Aglovale: Of course.
Aglovale: Don't worry—you may stand behind me in battle. It will be simple enough for me to fight while protecting you.
Tor: You were serious about what you said before?
Aglovale: If you are going to study military science, you will need to witness real battles with your own eyes.
Aglovale: You will not be left holding the fort any longer. We move forward together, Tor!
Tor: ...!
With pleasure, my lord!
With pleasure, my lord!
Staring fixedly into each other's eyes, lord and attendant share a firm handshake.
This time there is no hint of calculation—instead, a connection based on a sense of trust that defies logic has taken its place.
Aglovale and Tor smile, each feeling the weight and warmth of the other's hand.