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7/4/2025, 2:59:56 AM
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>“Are you going to tell me what’s going on here? I came here under the impression that all of this was to decide who would marry the Princess and nothing more. And yet, I keep running into people that suggest there is far more going on than meets the eye. What is your play in all of this, Bronte?”

“That still is the idea…for the most part.” Bronte says, growing serious. In a moment, she’s shifted from a nostalgic lost girl back into the Prime Minister of Morfis. “You very well may win this whole thing. In fact, I hope that you do. But first, I have a question for you. What is your involvement with the Cult of the Serpent? Truly?”

>“Those guys? They’re a really weird bunch.” You sigh. “They worship the Goddess, which is strange enough in these lands. But they’ve got a really weird way of going on about things. Some of them have Crests of an insignia I’ve never seen before, only they call them the ‘Dragon’s Blessing’ or some shit. A bunch of them started thinking I was special because they’d never seen my Crest before, let alone the fact that I have two. They revere some guy I’ve never heard of called Leviathan, but sometimes he’s called Ernest, and by all accounts he is an ACTUAL dragon who commanded that they destroy Morfis. Leviathan told them others like him would one day come from Fodlan, and well, they seemed to believe that was me. I used all of that to my advantage to take over a faction of the Cult, and together with the Scorchers of Hima, we smashed the rest of them in a battle.”

Bronte blinks rapidly, seemingly absorbing the information you’d just given her. “When did you get so…inventive?”

>“I suppose this place just brings it out of me.” You shrug.

“Did you truly defeat the Cult of the Serpent though?”

>“Not quite. Their leader is still around, probably with a splinter force beside him. My faction is supposed to be hunting him down, but given that I recently encountered the man on the way here, it seems they’re doing a pretty piss poor job.”

“You met their leader?!”

>“Marek. I did. He’s the fucking strangest of them all. He keeps going on and on about something called ‘Agarthans.’ I’ve no clue what his problem is.”

“Tristain.” Bronte mutters, rubbing her temples in a familiar way you found yourself missing. She’d normally look like this right before having to explain complex problems to you. “This is going to sound…difficult to believe. But…what this Marek told you…is not entirely untrue. Agarthans are real. In fact, this is technically an Agarthan city…with Agarthan rulers.”

>A): You’ve gone mad here, haven’t you?
>B): Explain what you mean. And start from the beginning.
>C): I’ve had enough of these ridiculous fairy tales. Why don’t you tell me why YOU’RE here?
>D): Write-in