009 tactician male.francine

(In dialogue, the tactician character is called [Tact]. That's the code that makes the game say the player's name they put in at the beginning of the game.)

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The tactician:
Francine! Are you alright?
Francine:
Hmm? Yes... Do I not seem well?
The tactician:
That last enemy you fought seemed pretty strong. ... But upon closer examination, you seem perfectly fine.
Francine:
He wasn't so bad.
The tactician:
Whew. You're an incredible lady for sure. Are you made out of iron underneath that skin?
Francine:
Haha... Flattery will get you no where. Though I think I'll return the favor. It's a pleasure working with you. Much more so than it is with Lord Orion.
The tactician:
W-Wha... That's not a very knightly thing to say.
Francine:
Surprised? Make no mistake, I respect milord greatly. I'll do anything for him. But he has a problem...
The tactician:
I do remember a while back we talked about this... Basically, he tries to do your job, huh?
Francine:
Ugh, exactly! I know he means nothing by it. He is just the type of person who cannot sit still. He has to do everything or he starts getting anxious. I've had more action in the lower ranks when I patrolled the roads. I was starting to wonder if I even had a duty before you showed up.
The tactician:
Well, I can't not take advantage of having a war maiden like you.
Francine:
Good to know. By the way, try putting me up against someone stronger next time?
The tactician:
I'll try.

///B
The tactician:
Francine? What do you got there?
Francine:
N-Nothing!
The tactician:
Really? Because it looked like a hand mirror.
Francine:
Sigh... Your eyes are almost too sharp.
The tactician:
Looking at yourself in the middle of a battlefield? Is the enemy that weak to you or are you just vain?
Francine:
Hmm... A little of both, I suppose.
The tactician:
Whew, And here I thought you were a by-the-code knightess.
Francine:
Well, I am royalty. Old habits die hard. Dominating the battlefield is one thing, but looking good while you do it is important too.
The tactician:
Indeed? You really are full of surprises.
Francine:
Combat prowess is nice, but beauty has its uses too. Plenty of the boys are motivated fighting by my side. I'm sure you are too.
The tactician:
W-Well...
Francine:
Teehee...
The tactician:
Okay, that's enough stroking your ego, for now, eh? If you've got time to brag, you've got time to kill.
Francine:
Yes, sir!

///A
Francine:
Phew...
The tactician:
Even you are starting to get fatigued now, huh?
Francine:
Looks like I can't afford to take it easy anymore. I asked for stronger enemies, and I sure as hell got them.
The tactician:
Luckily everyone else has gotten stronger too. Sorry to say I can't rely on you to do all the heavy lifting anymore.
Francine:
Eh... might be too much for me against these guys... I know my limits. Even Lord Orion can't just rush recklessly anymore.
The tactician:
Guess I'll have to protect the vain princess from time to time now.
Francine:
Heh... I haven't had someone protect me since I was a girl with curls in my hair. But really. Thanks for having my back, [Tact]. It's times like these I'm glad I ran away from home. I never would have become a knight. And I never would have met you. I'd just be... well, just some trophy wife to... a noble.
The tactician:
I couldn't even imagine that.
Francine:
Right? Now you want a real shocker? My father planned to marry me to Maximillian of all people.
The tactician:
... Talk about a small world.
Francine:
Yeah, I'd rather off myself or stay single forever instead. ... Being with you wouldn't be too bad though.
The tactician:
F-Francine...
Francine:
Well, maybe we can talk about that more later, hmm? Until then...
The tactician:
Mmm...