Doing Without

Læraðr!

Prince Alfonse. You've become
quite the problem.

If you fail to die soon, I fear the
summoner may lack the motivation
necessary to succeed.

I refuse to fight any more of your
children—or rather, your victims.

From here on, you alone are
the target.

By all means. Their presence or
absence is of little consequence.

They are not my family.

Father!

"Father"? It seems you still fail
to understand.

You are not my child—not even
a substitute for my child. You are
a puppet, clumsy and disposable.

...

She is our friend. By her own will,
she chose to help us.

So you, too, misunderstand. It wasn't
her will. It was the will I gave her.
The will I allowed to take root.

Even so, her continued failures
are growing rather irksome.

Therefore, I will do without.

Hmm... It seems I have not the
strength in this place... So be it.
I will retreat, to Yggdrasill's crown.

You will give chase. And there, I will
use the fullness of my power—and
finally have my wish granted.