Roy the Iron Boy and his Harem of Royal Lasses

New C9 Ending

Narshen: Considering the rabble in that your ragtag group of yours, I suppose I should commend you on surviving this long.
Roy: …
Narshen: Now do you understand, boy? My powers are limitless! Like an iron fist, they will crush you!
Roy: …
Narshen: Oh my, did you die on your feet? No, your eyes are still filled with defiance and hatred… with even a shimmer of hope? Oh, I shall enjoy snuffing out that intense glare! And once I have, I will ruin your lands, despoil your people, and smear this pathetic state off the face of Elibe!
Roy: ...
Narshen: No last words? Tisk tisk, what a pity. Goodbye, whelp!
~Aircalibur hits Narshen~
Narshen: What was that?! Who wants to die?!
Cecilia: Stand down, now!
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? How pathetic. Do you really think your army can take the combined forces of the Mage and Knight Generals of Etruria?
Narshen: ... You there.
Soldier: Yes, sir?
Narshen: We're withdrawing!
Cecilia: A wise choice. And yet…
~Elfire~
Narshen: Damnable bitch!
Cecilia: Never lay a finger on my student.
Narshen: I will be back! You will rue the day you meddled in my affairs!
~Narshen leaves~
Cecilia: Roy, are you okay?
Roy: ... Gen... General?
Cecilia: You're injured. Don't worry. We'll heal you as soon as possible.
Percival: Cecilia, I should secure the area. You look after Lord Roy here.
Cecilia: Thank you Percival.
~Percival leaves~
Roy: The others... tend to the others first.
Cecilia: You are covered in blood and barely standing. Please, climb onto my horse.
Roy: I'm… I’m sorry. I failed as a leader…
Cecilia: Rest easy Roy... you’ve done well.

Guinevere: I heard they brought Lord Roy back from the front lines, I wish to see him!
Alan: Woah there, Princess! Calm down!
Guinevere: He was covered in blood! Don't tell me to calm down!
Lance: Princess Guinevere, 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!
Wolt: Can you use magic?
Guinevere: N-no, but-
Wolt: Then what use will you be? Roy's with General Cecilia and Lady Lilina right now. He'll be perfectly fine.
Guinevere: I cannot merely sit down and ignore what's going on, though!
Alan: Then pass supplies out to the troops and help prepare provisions. Master Roy won’t be having any visitors until he has woken up.
Lance: We all feel helpless, but there's only so much those of us without magic can do. Even those of us with magic cannot all heal 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~