Ask Piña about what kinds of enemies she expects her Order to fight, when they're finally released.
"I've noticed you paying quite a lot of attention to the food," Piña says, and you glance at her curiously. "Were you expecting something fancier?" You smile at her not-quite-smirk and shake your head.
"I simply enjoy new things, and I also believe that what a person eats can tell you about that person." Hatate shoots you a suspicious look – if Piña noticed, then
she certainly did – but the princess's smirk turns decidedly nasty. Of course, having eaten at the Scarlet Devil's with modest frequency, what you consider exceptionally good is probably a higher bar than most places would be able to reach.
"Is that so? Have you ever had the military's emergency rations?" The other knights all stiffen almost fearfully, and Grey gives Piña a look that she doesn't even notice. You think for a moment, then shake your head.
"I haven't – at least, not what you're referring to. I
was under the impression that soldiers tended to eat at least as well as common citizens. No sense antagonizing your own soldiers with bad food, after all." The princess nods sagely.
"It is true, the soldiers usually eat as well as the Empire can afford to have them. But I called them
emergency rations for a reason: they were developed so that even in the case of terrible weather, or an inability to preserve food for some reason, that soldiers would have enough to eat. It's a … boiled mixture of oats and a very hard white bean." She looks contemplative for a moment, then shudders. "It tastes like diarrhea." Something catches in Hatate's throat and she starts coughing. You frown at your steak, then take a deliberate bite and smile at Piña as you chew.
"... If you'd like to have some, Your Highness, I would be honored to share it with you." The look of utter horror on her face is blissful, and you savor it for a moment. And while you doubt the idea that nothing can be done to improve on it, if they truly
are so vile, perhaps some gaki will look forward to it. "In all seriousness, however, if it does serve as food, then it serves its purpose. And if the soldiers are forced onto it due to enemy action, then they will fight all the harder against that enemy. Of course, it can also be used immorally, by a ruler attempting to alienate a noble by blaming that one for the disruption in supplies that would reduce the troops to eating such fare." She gives you an odd look, as if surprised that you were able to come up with such a thought, and you raise your fork. "To the brave soldiers of the Empire, who conquered a continent on the back of emergency rations." Despite the shudders of revulsion that ripple across the table, the nobles and Grey all echo your sentiment, then look at the foods they're lofting. Now, how likely is it that the 'emergency rations' see a lot more use at the lower levels of society?
***
The meal ends and the tournament resumes. The eight remaining melee combatants will have their final duels, the victor determined, and then Beefeater will get her own bout with them. You watch as the matches continue, the knights all conventional fighters with swords, although two have shields while the others use a single weapon held in a two-handed grip. Some of the stances are actually quite similar to ones you know, and some of the strikes as well. Although you can't recall ever seeing, or even reading about, using the
hilt of the sword as a weapon in its own right …. As Beefeater relentlessly hammers at her opponent, you look at Piña. "Your Highness, may I ask what sort of enemies you believe your Order will fight?" You ignore the looks of her subordinates, watching only her delicate features slip into a thoughtful frown.
"The enemies of the Empire, of course." You smile and shake your head, then gesture at the fight below.
"You set your knights upon each other to train them – and, true, many warriors train among their own groups. But it's as Grey said earlier: the equipment and tactics your knights use are used by
your knights. What sort of enemies do you really think you
will fight, once you are finally allowed onto the field of battle?" She remains quiet, drumming her fingers on the arm of the chair, and Hamilton glowers at you, flinching only momentarily when you turn your gaze to her. Such a brave little girl; you want to pat her head and send her off to bed with her favorite snack. The melee combats finally finish, and Piña stands to leave the platform. Frowning, you follow along with the others – weren't there two more events?
Your confusion is eliminated upon reaching the edge of the campsite, where you see the two flags, one blue and one green, set atop smaller hillocks, with two middling-sized squadrons of knights warding them. One group looks to be led by Sir Norma, the other by Lady Panache – the same two knights who began the tournament. But of course, with a hundred mounted knights attempting to wrest control of flags from each other, the territory enclosed by the arena is much too small; even if they simply charged at each other and fought to defeat, it would quickly become very congested, while this allows for maneuvering and tactics to come into play. Norma's squadron separates into modest blocks of a dozen knights each, while Panache's instead split into five groups of ten. Piña finally speaks as the two squadrons begin moving. "Truthfully, I don't expect that we'll be sent anywhere except against rebels – other humans. Those are forces that will obviously be inferior to ours, and won't have special abilities we need to take particular care about. They are also the most likely to avoid killing us out of hand; it's one thing for rebels to slaughter common soldiers in an ambush, but if they were to murder nobles, they would be unable to hope for any kind of survival once the Empire retaliates." She sighs as three of Panache's squads combat two of Norma's in the open, greater numbers and better angles pushing them toward victory as their commander leads the fourth toward the groups defending Norma's flag. Surely she doesn't expect to be able to take it with ten knights against twenty-six …. "Against elfs and their magic, or dwarfs in their fortresses, or any of the other major demihumans … no, we won't be sent against them unless they're utterly broken and nothing is left to do but round up survivors and run down the escapees. Too much risk of noble families losing their precious daughters." She sounds bitter, and Hamilton pats her shoulder comfortingly. After recognizing her subordinate, she calms down, even smiles gently for a moment. "But I didn't start this Order for personal fame or glory. I'm already the Emperor's daughter – how much higher can I really go? Even if the nine people above me all died, I doubt I'd be allowed to rule the Empire uncontested. No, I created the Rose Knights to
prove that women can defend the Empire as well as men. That we don't need to be coddled and held back just because we aren't men. If that means we can only fight 'approved' enemies – so be it. We will have proven that we
can fight, and the barriers against us will be that much more weakened. We will be able to say, 'We have fought before – let us fight again!' And the Senate and the Army will have no choice but to let us, because we will have shown that we
are capable of warfare, as well as they are!" Hamilton claps her hands, and you're certain that if you could see her face there would be stars in her eyes, and Piña looks embarrassed for a moment, then smiles, and you turn your head to see the remains of Panache's three striking groups plow into Norma's defenders as
his final group charges for his opponent's flag. But her ten will be able to hold off his twelve, while Panache's attacking forces outnumber his to a degree that he wouldn't be able to block them all even if he weren't out of position, so the end is a foregone conclusion. Beefeater claps her hands and grins gleefully.
"Well, Piña, are you ready to go?" You blink at them as the princess nods before looking at her advisor.
"Grey, you don't mind watching over them?" He bows.
"Of course not, Your Highness. Go, and compete well." You watch her walk off with her companions, leaving you and Hatate alone with Grey. She did say that the final event would be smaller groups of knights attempting to capture each other. So she will be participating in that herself, will she? Grey sighs and rolls his shoulders as Panache congratulates her forces.
What do you do?
[ ] Talk to Grey about the Rose Order and his history with it.
[ ] Talk to Grey about the chances of Piña actually succeeding and forcing recognition for female soldiers.
[ ] Get Hatate to tell you exactly what happened with Suissesse and why she thought it was a good idea.
[ ] Other?