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The Comtesse orders her servants to beat Alfred up. Just when he's lost all hope, an unlikely savior arrives...
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Dialogue Choices[]
He understands that, doesn't he?
- Explain your situation
- Beg for forgiveness
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- In the Palace of Versailles, it's normal for us lowly servants to get trodden on by nobles.
- They can punish us with a snap of their fingers. I know this well.
- These nobles were born into privilege. To them, we're the dirt beneath their shoes.
- But when that man appeared... I felt a glimmer of hope.
- Perhaps it's because he's the only one who acts like a true noble.
- A tall nobleman strides towards us.
- I can't see his face clearly... but my chest tightens.
- Burly Servant: Another noble?
- They breathe a sigh of relief and raise their fists, intent on carrying out the Comtesse's orders.
- The next thing I know, a huge fist slams right into my stomach.
- Alfred: Argh!
- ???: I said, stop! Violence is prohibited in the Palace of Versailles.
- His voice rings in my ears. I look up and see him standing before me.
- Pain overwhelms me, but it doesn't distract me from the sight.
- Alfred: (This man... he has such a brilliant aura.)
- Comtesse: What's the matter? I didn't ask you to stop!
- The man frowns, glaring at the exasperated Comtesse.
- ???: Madame, please ask them to stop.
- Alfred: (What? Is he actually... helping me?)
- Alfred: (I'm not hallucinating, am I? Did they hit my head too hard?)
- Alfred: (He's different from the other nobles I've encountered... but he's still one of them.)
- Comtesse: Why should I? He broke my mirror!
- ???: A mirror?
- Comtesse: Exactly! Mirrors are important!
- Comtesse: I could have had ten mirrors!
- Comtesse: Thanks to his idiocy, I'll be mocked by everyone!
- The Comtesse clucks like an angry hen. She looks ridiculous in his presence.
- Comtesse: He's a lowly servant! I can punish him for his mistake!
- ???: He must take responsibility for his actions, of course.
- ???: He understands that, doesn't he?
Explain your situation
- Alfred: You see, the Viscount lived in the Minister's Wing!
- ???: What does that have to do with the mirror?
- Alfred: His room was close to the toilet! Such a foul stench!
- ???: And...?
- ???: Are you blaming something you couldn't control?
- Alfred: I didn't mean to! I almost threw up on the way here, and broke the mirror because I wasn't feeling well...
- ???: Don't shirk your responsibilities. It's not something a man should be proud of.
- ???: It might be a small matter, but I hope you realize your mistake.
- Alfred: Yes. I'm sorry!
Beg for forgiveness
- Alfred: Please! Don't beat me to death! Don't break my legs, or hit my face...
- ???: This is the Palace of Versailles. I won't tolerate any violence here.
- Alfred: Thank you! Thank you... please, just let me go.
- ???: But you did make a mistake. You must pay for your actions.
- Alfred: You're not firing me, are you? Please... I need this job!
- ???: Your punishment will be determined by the rules of the court.
- Alfred: (...he's one of them after all. None of them see us as people.)
- His next words stun the Comtesse and her servants.
- ???: He only needs to compensate the court.
- ???: He does not need to bear the brunt of your unreasonable anger, Madame.
- Comtesse: What are you talking about?
- ???: Don't you think it's a bit much to beat a servant for such a trivial affair?
- Comtesse: I beg your pardon? I'm only doing this to protect my dignity as a noble!
- ???: Dignity? It seems you're doing this for your vanity.
- His gaze is resolute... His eyes look like stars...
- Alfred: (He really is different from the other nobles...)
- Comtesse: You! How could you take a servant's side over mine? Aren't you a noble too?
- ???: You have besmirched your noble status with your actions, Madame.
- ???: As nobles, we must hold ourselves to a higher standard, and set a good example for all.
- ???: Your actions are not of a higher standard, Madame.
- He speaks the truth. Most nobles are hypocrites.
- I gaze at his handsome face, my heart growing warm. If only I could applaud his bravery!
- Comtesse: I don't know what you mean...
- ???: A household only needs one mirror.
- ???: Such extravagance has marred the ivory walls of the palace.
- Comtesse: You're a noble too! How can you say that?
- ???: Precisely. We, as nobles, have a greater responsibility on our shoulders.
- ???: As discerning nobles, it is our duty to put an end to such things. Only nobles with too much free time on their hands would do such things.
- The Comtesse's mouth hangs open.
- Comtesse: I... How could a noble say that...
- ???: I must go now, Madame.
- ???: I trust you will make the right decision and let this poor fellow go.
- He's about to leave when the Comtesse suddenly gasps.
- Comtesse: I remember you now! You... you're...!
- Comtesse: Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette!
- Alfred: (Marquis... de Lafayette...? What a distinguished man.)
- The Marquis bows to her. Such elegant poise.
- Lafayette: Au revoir, Madame.
- He leaves, his tall shadow vanishing as he descends the staircase.
- Burly Servant: What do we do now, Madame?
- Alfred: Please excuse me. I need to compensate the court.
- The Comtesse bristles angrily, pointing into the hallway as she shrieks.
- Comtesse: Go! Get as far away as possible!
- Alfred: (Not every noble behaves badly, it seems.)
- I pull myself up, dusting the dirt off my clothes.
- The Comtesse regards me with a gaze full of vitriol and scorn. I must be manure in her eyes.
- Alfred: (And in my eyes? She's a crazed hen in a fancy dress.)
- Alfred: (Well, it's over now.)
- Comtesse: Don't think you'll get away with this just because the Marquis de Lafayette stood up for you!
- She's still at it? How terrifying.
- Alfred: If there's nothing else, I shall excuse myself.
- Comtesse: Such impudence! A lowly servant is giving me attitude?
- Comtesse: I can exterminate you easily!
- Alfred: If I recall, this is the Palace of Versailles. Not your private yard.
- Comtesse: You think you'll be this lucky next time?
- Comtesse: The Marquis de Lafayette won't remember a lowly servant like you!
- I walk away, leaving that crazy Comtesse and her shrill voice behind me.
- Alfred: Lafayette, huh?
- Alfred: (That Marquis really is different from all the other nobles I've met.)
- I'm still hurting from the beating, but I can't help feel elation. I whistle a merry tune as I go to pay my dues.
- His name and face leave an impact on me.
- Little did I know the significance of this name...