Oh. There was clearly a misunderstanding. Linhardt held up a hand, but let Kelson finish. He was awkward and not particularly social, but Linhardt could appreciate someone feeling passionate about something. There was something in it that reminded Linhardt of his best friend - Caspar was relentlessly focused on helping people. Very loudly. Very exhuberantly.
Linhardt missed Caspar.
"I apologize for the misunderstanding. My father's actions scare me because I do not understand how things are going so well. I believe we personally have made a great deal of money on the conflict as the source of the raw materials used for weaponry, transportation, and infrastructure repair. My father is the domestic affairs minister for the country and Edelgard did not consult with him or make her intentions known before declaring war, yet Adrestia has not suffered substantial resource shortages."
The situation seemed ideal, but Kelson had mentioned a long game and that was what worried Linhardt, "I am beginning to wonder if the Crown is in debt to us and if so, by how much. My father is not the type to act altruistically for anyone outside of a few people. Her Majesty is not one of them." His father was very good at his job - the problem was he was the sort of man who wanted his fingers in everything. Linhardt objected to this as this would result in more work for him. They did not see eye to eye on the matter.
"You sound like Her Majesty. Except she sounds less sorrowful and more regretful." Linhardt wasn't unsympathetic. He understood; it had been made clear to him at a very young age that sometimes all the options available involved terrible things. He understood but he refused to agree with it. "I've killed people." Linhardt hated killing, but he hated it less than he hated dying. Or his friends dying. Or his troops dying. Or innocents. Or. "The worst part is that it gets easier." He looked vaguely nauseated.
Sleep was a much more pleasant topic. Linhardt smiled encouragingly, "Then we will need to provide you with the best possible sleeping environment. One of our first endeavors shall be finding suitable additions to our beds." Sleep was a very serious topic, "And finding all the areas around Castle Thorne which make for adequate sleeping categorized by type of dream, time of day that is best, and so forth."
"Both, but I rarely have need to resort to physical measures." It was so much more efficient and easier to use magic over physical effort. Just as it was easier to incinerate people than stab them.
Linhardt from the villain route ;-;
Linhardt missed Caspar.
"I apologize for the misunderstanding. My father's actions scare me because I do not understand how things are going so well. I believe we personally have made a great deal of money on the conflict as the source of the raw materials used for weaponry, transportation, and infrastructure repair. My father is the domestic affairs minister for the country and Edelgard did not consult with him or make her intentions known before declaring war, yet Adrestia has not suffered substantial resource shortages."
The situation seemed ideal, but Kelson had mentioned a long game and that was what worried Linhardt, "I am beginning to wonder if the Crown is in debt to us and if so, by how much. My father is not the type to act altruistically for anyone outside of a few people. Her Majesty is not one of them." His father was very good at his job - the problem was he was the sort of man who wanted his fingers in everything. Linhardt objected to this as this would result in more work for him. They did not see eye to eye on the matter.
"You sound like Her Majesty. Except she sounds less sorrowful and more regretful." Linhardt wasn't unsympathetic. He understood; it had been made clear to him at a very young age that sometimes all the options available involved terrible things. He understood but he refused to agree with it. "I've killed people." Linhardt hated killing, but he hated it less than he hated dying. Or his friends dying. Or his troops dying. Or innocents. Or. "The worst part is that it gets easier." He looked vaguely nauseated.
Sleep was a much more pleasant topic. Linhardt smiled encouragingly, "Then we will need to provide you with the best possible sleeping environment. One of our first endeavors shall be finding suitable additions to our beds." Sleep was a very serious topic, "And finding all the areas around Castle Thorne which make for adequate sleeping categorized by type of dream, time of day that is best, and so forth."
"Both, but I rarely have need to resort to physical measures." It was so much more efficient and easier to use magic over physical effort. Just as it was easier to incinerate people than stab them.