New C9 Ending

Narshen: Considering the amount of effort you've placed into these bullheaded assaults I suppose I should commend you on your survival.
Roy: ...
Narshen: I assume this was this all the Lycian Alliance could muster? I have to admit, I'm disappointed.
Roy: Assumptions lead to mistakes.
Narshen: Still a little fight in you? Good! I like that. Your eyes are still filled with defiance and hatred, angry at your loss and in no position to begin to do anything about it. What a gloomy disposition. Here, I'll let you in a little idea I've been throwing around for after I've snuffed the life out of you and allow my mount to to feast upon your fatty, destroyed body. I will ruin your lands, despoil your boot-licking citizenry, raze the peasantry, scour the countryside for survivors, let my men have their fun with the fair maidens you've accrued, and then smear that pathetic state off the face of Elibe. Hey, I'm feeling charitable: I'll give you a free shot. Come on. Right on the nose. Take back your country. Going once.
Roy: ...
Narshen: Going twice.
Roy: ... (shuts eyes, a look of utter defeat)
Narshen: I'm not the bad guy here. Murder harbors no pleasure. Especially when dealing with lives as inconsequential as your own. Die.
~Aircalibur hits Narshen~
Narshen: What was--?! Who wants to die?!
Cecilia: Stand down, General Narshen.
Narshen: The Etrurian Army?! How... you! You brat! You sent for help?! I'll tear out your throat!
Percival: Is this one of Bern’s famous Dragon Lords? Disappointing. Do you really think your army is in a state to withstand the combined forces of the Mage and Knight Generals of Etruria?
Narshen: Mercy? If you're joking that's just ignorant, but if you're being sarcastic, that's even worse.
Percival: Yes. Mercy. The very same you planned to show the world. Which you would have willingly sacrificed in your country's pathetic, shallow bid for immortality.
Narshen: The only future mercy tends to offer is war, boy. Why is it the weak who seem to do things in the flashiest manner when an army is behind them? Tch. Commander.
Soldier: Yes, sir?
Narshen: Send the order to withdraw. The Alliance will fall another day.
Cecilia: A wise choice. And yet…
~Elfire~
~Narshen's portrait rumbles as if struck~
Narshen: !! Damnable bitch! ...That singed my fingernails.
Cecilia: To avoid pain is impossible. Accepting it is difficult. Succumbing to it is not an option, so in this, we fight. Take this to your leader: Etruria stands with Pherae.
Narshen: Save the optimism for the revolutionaries. I will return, crush you, and throw you into the wind.
Cecilia: The gulf between what you knew and what you understand is far vaster than the space you take for granted.
Narshen: You...!
~Narshen threatens to approach~
~Percival advances in front of Cecilia~
Percival: Counting on dying, are you?
Narshen: Cute. But let me warn you, anyone who is careless enough to approach once my back is turned is going to DIE.
~Narshen leaves~
Cecilia: Roy, are you okay?
Roy: Er--Miss Cecilia? Oof...
Cecilia: You're injured, but the wound doesn't appear to be fatal. Remain still. We'll get a healer on you you as soon as possible, Roy.
Percival: I'll take a unit and secure the perimeter to ensure Bern's full withdrawal.
Cecilia: Thank you, Percival. Be careful.
~Percival leaves~
Roy: The others...
Cecilia: What?
Roy: T-tend to the others first.
Cecilia: If exsanguination doesn't get you, then shock will.
Roy: But--
Cecilia: Listen to your teacher. The ride won't be pleasant but thankfully it's short. Here, I'll assist you. Get on.
Roy: I'm… I’m sorry. I failed as a leader…
Cecilia: These are desperate times and the odds were against your favor. Under the circumstances, however, you've performed to the best of your ability. Don't undersell your accomplishments.

Guinevere: I just heard Lord Roy has been critically injured after driving Narshen back. I wish to see him!
Alan: Hey--hey, easy there, Princess. Calm down.
Guinevere: He was covered in wounds! Don't tell me to calm down!
Lance: Princess Guinevere, if I may, I must ask that you keep your voice down. Master Roy is unconscious and us currently undergoing treatment.
Guinevere: And that's why I have to see him! I can't...
Wolt: If I may be so bold, can you use magic?
Guinevere: N-no, but-
Wolt: Then what use will you possibly be?
Alan: Wolt! Watch your tone.
Guinevere: Your commander was fending off one of the greatest threats in Bern's entire army and he returns in this position. You're supposed to be his bodyguard! What good were you?
Lance: Princess!
Wolt: ...I'm only saying that Roy is with the General Cecilia and Lady Lilina right now. Lady Lilina has been under tutelage of General Cecilia for all of her youth. And General Cecilia is one of the greatest assets the Lycian Alliance Army could have ever received. Certainly more than a traitorous sister of a blood-hungry tyrant.
Guinevere: !! I--
Alan: Lance, you've gone way too far this time.
Wolt: Come off of it! How do we know she isn't cahoots with Bern at this point? We were saved by the skin of our teeth by General Cecelia and the Grand Knight, Percival. All of our strategies went to shambles out there. Lance, you saw!
Guinevere: You cannot incriminate me on such wild allegations! You're delusional!
Wolt: Oh, am I? We went to battle and every single one of our defense measures were compromised. This isn't an issue of preparation, we were utterly routed. Sure, she says she's here for assistance but has yet to give us any intel on as to why this war is being waged. Why so many lives are being sacrificed.
Marcus: WOLT! I can understand your being distraught but at his rate you're doing Bern's work for them. Inner strife is not a priority and attacking allies is even less. I apologize on his behalf, my princess. His outburst negates his passion and his worry. As it does with all of us.
~Wolt leaves~
Guinevere: ...I wish to see him.
Marcus: I can't allow that, princess. General Cecilia is quite formidable in all areas of magic, however, this is an operation that requires absolute finesse. She cannot disturbed. Do you understand?
Guinevere: I...of course. I still wish to be of assistance, however.
Alan: You can pass out supplies to the returning troops and assist in the preparation of provisions. Master Roy won’t be having any visitors until he's regained consciousness.
Lance: We all feel helpless, but there is little in the way for us to be of immediate assistance without knowledge of the arcane.
Marcus: And even those of us with magic cannot hope to heal all of his wounds.
Guinevere: I… I see. Yes, I was overstepping my boundaries. I shall go pass around Vulneraries to the troops.

Lance: Alan, what do you think?
Alan: Personally, I think that Master Roy was wrong in keeping her from the battlefield.
Lance: But she's far too important for that. Above all else, she needs to live.
Alan: So does Master Roy, but that has not stopped his blade. Even if she was killed in battle, she would feel more accomplished there than sitting on the sidelines feeling like dead weight!
Wolt: Hey, that's enough out of you two! Roy. I mean, Master Roy made his decision. We're his soldiers and we have to abide whatever he commands.
Alan: … getting lectured by Wolt?
Lance: Surely, we’ve met with the end of days.
Wolt: H-hey!

Lilina: Will he be okay?
Cecilia: Fret not; it's mostly just exhaustion. He's been fighting since the war began, so his body needs to lay still for a moment’s time.
Lilina: Thank you so much for coming.
Cecilia: Don't thank me. We saw this as an opportunity to engage Bern when they hadn't attacked us yet. If anything, you should be thanking Percival; he supported me when the King stayed his permission.
Lilina: You went against the king? For us?
Cecilia: I didn't say that. It was coincidental that you two were leading the army.
Lilina: ... Thank you, General, for the coincidence.
Cecilia: It was nothing. ... would you like me to leave you two alone?
Lilina: Please...

Lilina: ~Quietly sobbing over Roy~
Guinevere: … I shouldn't disturb them...
Lilina: Thank you Roy... for living...
Guinevere: … Thank you...
~Guinevere leaves~