...Delita's eyes widened in surprise as Ovelia's Dagger plunged into his stomach.
"O...Ovelia?!:
Shock clouded Delita's mind, so that he saw Ovelia's mouth move, but heard no sound.
"...now you'll kill me, just like you did Ramza!"
He'd heard that. In a fit of rage, Delita yanked the dagger out
I'm bleeding quicker now, some part of his mind noted. Not much time thought as he plunged the dagger into Ovelia's side.
Not much time for what? He wondered, Oh God, what have I done.
"Ramza...What did you get? I..."
Dimly he noticed the blood pooling around his feet and wondered why he hadn't noticed it before.
"Guards!" He called, "Is any one there?"
A female knight rounded the corner hurriedly.
"Yes, Your Grace?"
"Agri...Lady Deveri"
I must have lost a lot of blood to come that close…
As his eyes finally focused, they seemed to be very stubborn; he got a strong urge to laugh out loud.
The mighty holy knight, Agrias Oaks, was dressed in the frilly garb of a minor Ivalician noble. A long dress of fine brown wool with silk slashes of navy blue, and forest green hemmed with gold, supposedly her house colors, ran from her left shoulder.
The signal of her house, an acorn nestled in two oak leaves upon a field of gold, rested upon her left breast.
An unfelt breeze seemed to play upon her hair and dress as she moved through the steps of a healing spell.
(Mighty breeze, heal down from the sky…Cure—IV)
When she finished, warmth flooded into Delita, blossoming in his chest. The sensation us much like to drinking something warm on a cold day.
The Glow pulsed with life and his skin grew over the wound.
The shock of what had happened, the physical shock of the pain, and the shock of the rapid healing all took their toll, and began to drive consciousness from Delita's body.
Why? Delita asked of no one in particular.
Just before darkness claimed him, he realized he already knew the answer…
Agrias Oaks picked up her fallen King and headed toward the royal palace.
How did I come to be here, carrying the man who killed Ovelia to a healer? She wondered.
At the thought of Ovelia, she felt a pang of grief, but shoved it aside.
Later, I'll grieve
When Ramza and his sister had gone into hiding, Agrias had felt an overwhelming desire to return to her duties, guarding Ovelia.
Delita had been loath to take her service. He was no fool and understood that without the support of the church, his young monarchy would not be able to hold onto his kingdom. Taking in a "heretic" like herself would be the ultimate slight to the Galbados Church.
With Ovelia's help, however, she had managed to convince Delita to take her under her current guise.
Her alias was Mercia Deveri, the third Daughter of the lord Deveri, land therefore in no way likely to inherit his estates. Her house was a minor one, and the false nobility was not challenged, mostly because so many noble families existed in Ivalice.
Her house colors were blue and gold, the colors of a Holy Knight, and green to match her house's signal.
The signal itself was of her own design to honor her true family, and she had named it the "Mothers Embrace" because the acorn was the child of the Oak.
Supposedly she had come to pay homage to her new king, in the place of her father, and she had ended up befriending the Queen.
The story allowed her to be near Ovelia to protect her without arising suspicion.
Even with the complex lie prepared, she was sure Delita would refuse her, until Ovelia had specifically begged it of him.
Agrias had noted that his resistance had crumbled at Ovelia's request.
Either he loves her in truth…or he was a besotted fool, and Delita had proven himself no fool.
That is why I'm carrying him. Because he loves my ward, but then why…"
Upon arriving at the Royal palace she watched the guard at the gate's eyes grow wide. He probably had never seen a delicate lady carrying a grown man before.
Depositing her king on the ground with the guard, she headed back to the ruins.
I've failed both of you, she thought with a sigh, I couldn't protect Ovelia from Delita, or Delita from himself.
Her duties finished, Agrias's grief returned in earnest. She felt as though part of her heart had been cut out, but somehow…she couldn't quite fathom that, Ovelia, her friend and ward since their youth, was dead. Shock numbed the pain and stilled the tears.
Upon reaching the site of Ovelia's death, she found that Ovelia's body was gone.
"Who…" she began angrily, but then she saw that Delita's decorative gold armor, she had been forced to remove it to carry him, remained.
Brigands would surely take that gold…
Even though the night was warm, Agrias shivered.
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