Omake - End of an Era
Everyone watches with still breath as Mathilde walks out of Eagle Castle's front door, greatsword lightly swinging on her back, and head held high.
As the door slams shut, there is a moment of silence.
Wilhelmina frowns to herself. She and Mathilde hadn't been friends, a bit too much of an age difference and her own personal hangups, but over the years she had looked at the girl as a keen ally, a polite buisness partner, and finally the daughter she never had. But perhaps just as much as any of those, she knew that the girl's loyalty to Van Hal... to Abelhelm, was probably second only to her own. There had been no doubt that Mathilde would have served any one of his children with the same loyalty, and to see that loyalty, that respect (and maybe more) for Abelhelm so casually dismissed... Roswita may have been a Van Hal, but she was no Abelhelm. Mentally, and again, she went to work composing her retirement papers for the council.
Gustav was another matter. He was newer, and, he knew, not the best choice for Marshal, but there was respect for Mathilde, wizard she may have been. Sure she had been sneaky and mysterious, but he had heard the tales of her training with the greatswords, fighting time and again to the last next to Van Hal, and then leading when he could not. He could never of destroyed Drakenhof. He may not of even taken the town. And so when Mathilde walks out, he worries for when the next war comes for Stirland, and whether he'll be enough to help stop it.
Schultz does not know Mathilde at all, for all that they've served together as long as they have. But even he is remiss at the loss of a colleague, the one who had discovered the threats inside Eagle Castle's very walls, broke the Stirland League, and then lead the final effort of Van Hal's crusade...he is sure of one thing, if Mathilde desires revenge on this girl, he does not doubt that she would find a way.
Anton simply stands there, a pit in his stomach. Mathilde had been a friend. Maybe not as close as he'd like, but she was nice to him, and was the only one close to his age on the council, and...memories of an older woman, light brown hair, a kind smile, and green robes. Auntie...
The final echoes of the door fades.
And the girl gives a sigh of relief, a smile already forming. "Well, now that that's out of the way..."
"I quit."
The girl freezes. Her smile strains as she looks at the man who was part of her father's council, one who he had written to be open, likable, and kind, from a nice family, and a surprisingly capable diplomat. Someone...she might have liked to know more. "I'm...sorry?"
"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to."
And with that Anton storms past her, past her guard, and throws open the gates once more and takes off running.
The doors slam shut, ringing in an end to an era.