The Mountain TrailSummary
In the war against the Empire, the key to victory lies in the dragons' powers. As such, the prince seeks an audience with the Lightwyrm, Jupiter.
Dialogue
The Prince: After a brief return to the Halidom, we set out for the Dornith Mountains in order to forge a new dragonpact.
The Prince: That was Brunhilda's—now Mym's—advice. If I wanted to find new power, I'd need to search for it atop those peaks.
The Prince: For that was home to the Lightwyrm, one of the Six Greatwyrms of legend.
The Prince: The path to the summit would be long, and it began at the foothill city of Kleifheim.
Ranzal: Hnngh... These inclines are freakin' brutal! A lifetime of battles, and some stupid hill's gonna be the death'a me.
Ranzal: Course, that's if thirst don't do me in first.
The Prince: Brunhilda? Er, Mym?
The Prince: Are you sure the Lightwyrm's abode is on the top of this mountain?
Mym: I would never lie to you, darling.
Mym: And I AM something of an authority on dragons and their habits.
Mym: Though speaking of habits, I'm still reeling from yours. I offer you my pact, and you immediately chase the next? Such cheek!
Mym: You were my first, and when I offered myself to you, I thought it was the start of something special. That I was special.
Elisanne: Then you were under the impression that Euden could only form a pact with one dragon? How unfortunate.
Ranzal: Ya thought this guy was givin' up his old bond, and all of a sudden it's less a remarriage and more a polygamy thing.
The Prince: I can't help but feel like I'm being portrayed in a very bad light here.
Mym: It's a fine likeness if you ask me!
Mym: Once you formed a pact with me, I thought your last one would be forgotten—but then I find out you can have a whole harem of dragons, just like Alberius!
Mym: Now return my innocence this instant!
The Prince: I admit that I should have given you more of an explanation, but there just wasn't time. But here's the truth:
The Prince: I need to form pacts with as many dragons as I can to stop what's happening in the Empire. I didn't mean to lead you on.
Luca: Oh, yeah, I think we ALL know what it's like to be telling someone a thing and forget the most important part.
Notte: Neat story, Luca. Is this REALLY what we should be talking about right now?!
Notte: We need a plan to save Zethia!
Mym: That's easy! Euden and I just walk in and give 'em the old RAAAWR!
Ranzal: Didn't ya try that same plan with the emperor just a while back?
Mym: Such cheek indeed!
Mym: That was before we'd forged our pact. Now that we are sworn to each other, I am nigh unstoppable!
The Prince: I appreciate your enthusiasm, Mym.
The Prince: But there's little evidence we'd fare any better in a rematch, and I'm not going to put you at risk like that.
Mym: And they say chivalry is dead.
Mym: I knew our love was true, darling!
Cleo: I agree that the emperor is a dire threat.
Cleo: Never in my considerable years have I seen a practitioner of arts so dark.
Elisanne: Or so powerful.
Elisanne: Even at the Church's highest echelons, I doubt there are many able to harness such quantities of mana.
Mym: Being bested by a human while inside a volcano, of all places? I'm a fire dragon! It's humiliating!
Cleo: I know more of dragons than most, and I have never heard of such a thing either.
Cleo: His power was... It was almost like...
Ranzal: Almost crazy?
Ranzal: I mean, last I checked, kings are human. So how's a guy get that kind of power?
Mym: Whatever theories we came up with would be mere conjecture.
Mym: And what would be the point? The path forward is clear.
Mym: We're heading to the Dornith Mountains.
Mym: You'll march up to Jupiter and forge your fourth pact, and then we'll be even closer to poundin' the crap outta the emperor!
Mym: True, I'm not in love with the idea of you courting other dragons, but I'm also not TOO worried. He's but a boy, after all.
Cleo: The Lightwyrm is male, then?
Mym: Yes, and a brat on top of it.
Mym: You'd be hard-pressed to find a more willful dragon anywhere.
Mym: Though I'm sure you'll have no trouble setting him straight with a stern talking-to.
Mym: Now then! Follow me, everyone. Chop chop!
The Prince: I don't quite share your confidence in my powers of persuasion, but Zethia told us to forge as many dragonpacts as possible.
The Prince: Once we clear this ridge, we'll be in the Dornith Foothills and Kleifheim.
The Prince: Let's press on.