VORMAV TO OVELIA

Below are transcripts of the scene in which Vormav not only reveals that Ovelia is a false princess but also reveals that Ruvelia's two older sons were murdered and Orinas is suspected of being a bastard.

ORIGINAL PLAYSTATION TRANSLATION

[Ovelia kneels in a dungeon cell somewhere in Lionel, an untouched plate of food nearby. Delita stands near.]

DELITA: Aren't you eating? You can't go on without food.

OVELIA: ...

DELITA: No one will mourn your death. In fact, it should make most people happy. You won't die. Just eat the food.

[Ovelia looks up at him.]

OVELIA: I knew you were in with the Cardinal. If you aren't turning me over to Larg, what's your plan??

DELITA: Taking you somewhere you belong... that's all.

OVELIA: So, you're using me, too. But you can't make me do whatever you want.

[She turns away from him.]

DELITA: You have no other choice if you want to live.

[She looks back.]

OVELIA: What's that mean?

DELITA: It means....

[Both turn as Draclau and another man enter the room. The latter is the same knight who paid off the assassins that accosted Ramza's party in Dorter.]

A KNIGHT: So, she is Ovelia...?

[Draclau steps forward.]

DRACLAU: How are you, Princess? If you'd behaved, you wouldn't be here now.

SHRINE KNIGHT: Hmmm, she's almost too good a substitute for a Princess.

[Ovelia lurches forward, shocked. Delita and Draclau turn to the knight.]

DRACLAU: Heh, heh...Mr. Vormav, she doesn't know yet.

VORMAV: I see...poor girl.

OVELIA: What are you talking about?

[Vormav approaches her.]

VORMAV: Listen carefully. You're not Ovelia.

OVELIA: What...?

VORMAV: The real princess died long ago. You're a substitute.

[She recoils.]

OVELIA: No, that's a lie!!

[Ovelia crumples as Vormav speaks to her.]

VORMAV: It's not a lie. You are not Ovelia. Old Senators who didn't care for Princess Luveria, made you... So someday you'd succeed the throne, ousting the Princess. They killed 2 older Princes making it look like illness, and adopted you as Princess. They all thought Omdolia was too weak to make another son so you took the throne. However, Orinas was born. Even now, no one's sure if the Prince is really his son. Larg may have had 'seeds' planted to make his sister the King's mother... In any case, the old men's plan was ruined.

[Ovelia turns to him sharply.]

OVELIA: Liar! I don't believe it!

VORMAV: Think what you will. Whether you're a Princess or not doesn't matter to us. What matters is that we have an ace up our sleeve called a 'Princess'...

[She shifts where she sits.]

OVELIA: What are you going to do to me? What do you want?

VORMAV: Nothing. Just be a 'Princess' as you are now.

OVELIA: My ancestors were Atkaschas! No one can control me!

VORMAV: So what? If Larg catches you, he'll kill you, right? We just want to help you take the throne.

OVELIA: Who are you?

VORMAV: We're neither allies of Larg nor supporters of Goltana. Just 'collaborators'.

DRACLAU: Vormav, let her calm down. Once she comes to her senses, she won't refuse our help.

VORMAV: Yes...... you're right.

[Draclau and Vormav begin to leave while Delita lingers, looking at Ovelia.]

VORMAV: Let's go, Delita!

[Delita follows.]

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WAR OF THE LIONS TRANSLATION

[Ovelia kneels in a dungeon cell somewhere in Lionel, an untouched plate of food nearby. Delita stands near.]

DELITA: You've not touched your supper. A princess cannot live on pride alone.

OVELIA: ...

DELITA: Do you think to starve yourself? None would weep, you know. There are many who would be gladdened by your passing. Stop being stubborn and eat.

[Ovelia looks up at him.]

OVELIA: You were in league with the cardinal all along, weren't you? What do you mean to do with me? If you'd not give me over to Larg, then what is your intent?

DELITA: To put you where you truly ought to be.

OVELIA: So, you would manipulate me as well. I'll not do it, you know. I'll not bend to your whims.

[She turns away from him.]

DELITA: You will. If you wish to survive, you have no other choice.

[She looks back.]

OVELIA: What do you mean?

DELITA: I mean-

[Both turn as Draclau and another man enter the room. The latter is the same knight who paid off the assassins that accosted Ramza's party in Dorter.]

A KNIGHT: So, this is Lady Ovelia...

[Delacroix steps forward.]

DELACROIX: Do your spirits find you well, Your Highness? If you would be but a tad more tame, there would be no reason to keep you in so cheerless a place as this.

KNIGHT: These seem lavish enough quarters for a false princess.

[Ovelia lurches forward, shocked. Delita and Delacroix turn to the knight.]

DELACROIX: Ho ho ho...The girl does not yet know, Lord Folmarv.

FOLMARV: Truly? How pitiable.

OVELIA: Tell me of what it is you speak!

[Folmarv approaches her.]

FOLMARV: Very well. You are not Ovelia Atkascha.

OVELIA: What...?

FOLMARV: The true princess died years ago. You are her double.

[She recoils.]

OVELIA: That's absurd!

[Ovelia crumples as Folmarv speaks to her.]

FOLMARV: It is neither absurd nor untrue. You are -not- Ovelia. You are a straw doll placed in an empty crib by Council members who bear no love for the queen. It was their intent that you would someday succeed the throne and relieve Queen Louveria of her power. They placed you in the royal family after assassinating the queen's two eldest sons, attributing their deaths to malady. The deception was complete, and your ascent all but sealed. King Ondoria was sickly, and seemed unlike to father another son. But against all odds, another prince was born. Whether he is in truth of Ondoria's seed is highly suspect, of course. Like as not, Duke Larg found some other sire to ensure his sister's place as mother to the king. Regardless, all of the Council's work was made for naught the moment Prince Orinus drew his first breath.

[Ovelia turns to him sharply.]

OVELIA: You speak false! I'll not believe you!

FOLMARV: Believe what you like, child. It is of little enough consequence. You may be born a butcher's daughter for all it concerns us. We hold a trump card in our hands. The stock from which it was cut matters not.

[She shifts where she sits.]

OVELIA: What is it you wish of me, then? What would you have me do?

FOLMARV: Naught at all, sweet child. We only wish that you be our princess, as you always have.

OVELIA: I am a daughter of House Atkascha! I'll take no orders from you!

FOLMARV:Oh? Then what will you do? Let yourself fall into Duke Larg's hands, and you'll have a noose in place of a crown. We only wish to help you claim the throne that is yours by right.

OVELIA: ...Who -are- you?

FOLMARV: We are no friends of Duke Larg, nor do we sit in Goltanna's camp. Think of us simply as...allies.

DELACROIX: Lord Folmarv, let us leave our princess to collect her thoughts. When she comes to see the reality of her situation, she will doubtless wish to be our ally as well.

FOLMARV: Indeed, let us give her time to stew.

[Delacroix and Folmarv begin to leave while Delita lingers, looking at Ovelia.]

FOLMARV: Come, Delita!

[Delita follows.]

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SUGNUF'S TRANSLATION

from TBaatar's transcript.

[Ovelia sits in a corner of the dungeon, refusing to eat. Her plate is untouched.]

DELITA: You haven't touched your food? It'll go to waste if you don't eat it.

OVELIA:....

DELITA: No one will mourn your death if you die. On the contrary, many would be quite pleased. In any event, dying here is not so easy a task. So, be reasonable. Eat.

OVELIA: ... I should have known you were conspiring with the Cardinal. What do you intend to do with me? If you are not handing me over to Prince Larg, what is it you would do?

DELITA: Well, originally, I was to take you to where you belong... That's all.

OVELIA: You would use me as well. Even so, you cannot force me to heed you.

DELITA: You have no choice. This is the only way by which you survive.

OVELIA: What do you mean by that?

DELITA: Well, I...

[Cardinal Delacroix and the knight from Dorter walks in. This is the knight who hired the thugs to ambush Agrias, Gafgarion and Ramza.]

KNIGHT: This young lady is Ovelia...?

DELACROIX: Well met, your Highness. How are you today? If you'd but behave yourself a bit, there'd be no need for you to shed lonesome tears in this forlorn cell.

KNIGHT: Hmm, indeed, your Eminence, she is almost too excellent a substitute for the Princess.

[Ovelia jerks upright, startled]

DELACROIX: Ho, ho, ho, ... Sir Vormav, she knows nothing.

VORMAV: Is that so? What a pity.

OVELIA: What do you mean... ?

VORMAV: Very well, harken. You are not Ovelia.

OVELIA: What... ?

VORMAV: The true princess died a long time ago. You are her substitute.

OVELIA: [Ovelia is stunned] You lie!

VORMAV: It is no lie. You are not Princess Ovelia. You are a fabrication crafted by the lords of the Senate, none of whom think too highly of Queen Ruvelia. They had intended for you to someday ascend to the throne, in order to forestall a future in which a bothersome Empress ruled by proxy through her sons. Their planning was meticulous. They assassinated both of Ruvelia's princes, but made the deaths to look as though caused by illness. This paved the way for them to suggest to the King that you be adopted into the Royal Family. [Ovelia clasps her ears, bent over in anger.] They never thought that sickly King Omdoria could have sired a third prince, thus you would have inherited the throne by default. However, Orinas was born... Nay, I misspoke. To this day, it is uncertain whether Orinas is Omdolia's true flesh and blood. Prince Larg may have had Ruvelia seeded by another man so that his royal sister would become Empress. In any case, the plans of the senators were ruined.

[Ovelia bolts upright, in anger and disbelief]

OVELIA: Lies! Foul lies! I don't believe you!

VORMAV: Believe what you will. It matters little to us if your royal blood is true or false. All that matters is that we possess a powerful trump card called "the Princess." It serves us well enough.

OVELIA: What do you intend to do with me? What do you want!?

VORMAV: Nothing. Continue being "the Princess".

OVELIA: Atkascha blood flows in these veins! I take orders from no one!!

VORMAV: Well, what would your Highness have us do then? If Larg captures you, you die. We merely wish to help. In fact, we are going to claim the throne for you...

OVELIA: Who are you people?...

VORMAV: Neither allies of Larg nor Goltana. You may think of us as... "helpers".

DELACROIX: Sir Vormav, let our princess cool her head a little. If she understands the situation too fully, she may refuse our "help".

VORMAV: Hmm, I suppose you're right.

[exit Delacroix]

VORMAV: Delita, we leave now.

[Vormav waits by the door. Delita hesistates for moment, then leaves with Vormav.]

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SAUDADE FANTASY TACTICS

from the Saudade Fantasy Tactics mod.

[Ovelia kneels in a dungeon cell somewhere in Lionel, an untouched plate of food nearby. Delita stands near.]

DELITA: You haven't touched your supper. A princess can't live on pride alone.

OVELIA: ...

DELITA: No one will mourn your death. In fact, it would make most people happy. Eat.

[Ovelia looks up at him.]

OVELIA: I knew you were in with the Cardinal. If you aren't turning me over to Larg, what's your plan?

DELITA: To put you where you truly ought to be.

OVELIA: So you're using me, too. I'll not do it, you know. I'll not bend to your whims...

[She turns away from him.]

DELITA: All happiness depends on courage and work.

[She looks back.]

OVELIA: Ha. That's a funny threat. Seriously, who are you?

DELITA: Well, Princess...

[Both turn as Draclau and another man enter the room. The latter is the same knight who paid off the assassins that accosted Ramza's party in Dorter.]

A KNIGHT: So, this is Ovelia...?

[Draclau steps forward.]

DRACLAU: How are you, Princess? If you would be but a tad more tame, there would be no reason to keep you in such a cheerless place.

SHRINE KNIGHT: Hmm, she's almost too good a substitute.

[Ovelia lurches forward, shocked. Delita and Draclau turn to the knight.]

DRACLAU: Vormav, she doesn't know yet.

VORMAV: Oh... pitiful.

OVELIA: What are you talking about?

[Vormav approaches her.]

VORMAV: Listen carefully. You're not Ovelia.

OVELIA: What...?

VORMAV: The real princess died long ago. You're a substitute.

[She recoils.]

OVELIA: You think I'd believe that?

[Ovelia crumples as Vormav speaks to her.]

VORMAV: Whether you believe it is irrelevant. You are not Ovelia. You are a straw doll placed in an empty crib by council members who bore no love for the queen. They killed the two older princes with mosfungus poison and adopted you as the new heir. They were sure King Omdolia was too weak to produce another son, but along came Orinas. Even now, no one's sure if the prince is really his son. Larg may have had seeds planted to ensure his sister's place as mother to the king. In any case, the old men's plan was ruined.

[Ovelia turns to him sharply.]

OVELIA: Liar! I don't believe it!

VORMAV: Believe what you want. Whether you're a princess or not doesn't matter to us. What matters is that we have an ace up our sleeve called a 'princess' ...

[She shifts where she sits.]

OVELIA: What are you going to do to me? What do you want?

VORMAV: Nothing. Just be a princess as you are now.

OVELIA: My ancestors were Atkaschas! No one can control me!

VORMAV: So what? If Larg catches you, he'll kill you, right? We just want to help you take the throne.

OVELIA: Who are you?

VORMAV: We're neither allies of Larg nor supporters of Goltana. Just... collaborators.

DRACLAU: Vormav, let her calm down. Once she comes to her senses, she won't refuse our help.

VORMAV: Yes... you're right.

[Draclau and Vormav begin to leave while Delita lingers, looking at Ovelia.]

VORMAV: Let's go, Delita!

[Delita follows.]

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SECOND READ

from the Second Read mod.

[Ovelia kneels in a dungeon cell somewhere in Lionel, an untouched plate of food nearby. Delita stands near.]

DELITA: You really need to eat something Ovelia. Even a little bite.

OVELIA: What's the point?

DELITA: The point is, no one will mourn your death. And do you honestly want to feel that? Your body eating itself just to stay alive because your emotions are clouding your better judgment to feed it?

[Ovelia looks up at him.]

OVELIA: Starvation sounds easier than being treated like a ragdoll. You said you're not taking me to Larg like they told you to... Just where are you taking me then, Delita?

DELITA: Somewhere where you belong, Ovelia. It won't be the salvation you're looking for right away, but it's a stepping stone in the greater plan.

OVELIA: Ramza and Agrias were right in keeping you away from me.

[She turns away from him.]

DELITA: Don't be like that. Please. I'm asking you as someone who knows your pain.

[She looks back.]

OVELIA: What's that mean?

DELITA: It means----

[Both turn as Delacroix and another man enter the room. The latter is the same knight who paid off the assassins that accosted Ramza's party in Dorter.]

GILDED KNIGHT: I take it she still refuses to cooperate with us?

[Delacroix steps forward.]

CARDINAL DELACROIX: Princess Ovelia. You wouldn't be down here in this dungeon if you hadn't pulled that stunt.

KNIGHT: How long are you going to keep calling this peasant a 'princess'?

[Ovelia lurches forward, shocked. Delita and Delacroix turn to the knight.]

DELACROIX: No one has ever told her before. Why don't you do the honours?

VOLMARV: Poor girl. Allow me to enlighten you.

OVELIA: What are you talking about?

[Vormav approaches her.]

VOLMARV: I'll explain it simply for you. You are not Ovelia Atkascha

OVELIA: What...?

VOLMARV: The real princess died as a babe. Drowned in the river.

[She recoils.]

OVELIA: No, that's a lie!!

[Ovelia crumples as Vormav speaks to her.]

VOLMARV: What purpose would I have for lying to you? I'm simply telling you the truth. Senators looking to overthrow Luveria and end her reign drowned Ovelia, and her two brothers were secretly poisoned to death. It was clever on their part. They figured your blood, untained by the royal family's would be easier to mold to their whims. Their plan would have succeeded, making you Queen when you came of age... But then Prince Orinus was born, throwing a wrench into their plan that's spanned near two decades now. The problem now is whether or not Orinus is Ondoria's son or not, given he had been physically weak and sick this past year. There are rumors Larg kept a network of men ready to sire a child with Luveria. There are even quieter rumors that Larg bed his own sister to secure the throne for himself.

[Ovelia turns to him sharply.]

OVELIA: That's disgusting! I don't believe you! All of that was a lie!

VOLMARV: Believe what you will. What matters is you continue to wear the mask.

[She shifts where she sits.]

OVELIA: What ado you want from me?

VOLMARV: To remove Luveria from power and restore peace to Ivalice, nothing more.

OVELIA: That's it? To remove my own mother?

VOLMARV: And your uncle. Both whom, I hate to remind you, are not your true family.

OVELIA: Just who are you all?

VOLMARV: Neither allies nor supporters of Larg or Goltanna. We're Peacekeepers, that's all.

DELACROIX: Why don't we leave her to come to her senses, Lord Volmarv. Let's not push her too harshly.

VOLMARV: Of course. I could use a drink.

[Delacroix, Volmarv, and Delita leave.]

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ORIGINAL JAPANESE

from G's Cemetery.

剣士ディリータ: 食事に手を付けていないのか。食べないともたないぜ。

王女オヴェリア: ………。

剣士ディリータ: おまえが死んで悲しむヤツなんてひとりもいないぞ。それどころか、喜ぶヤツが大半だ。どうせ、死ねやしないんだ。無理せず食べろ。

王女オヴェリア: …やはり、あなたも枢機卿と結託していたのね。私をどうしようというの？　ラーグ公に引き渡さないのならどうするつもりなの？

剣士ディリータ: 本来、おまえがいるべき場所におまえを連れていく…、それだけだ。

王女オヴェリア: あなたも私を利用しようというのね。…でも、私はあなたの言うとおりにはならない。

剣士ディリータ: おまえに選択肢はない。生き延びるためにはそれしかないぞ。

王女オヴェリア: それはどういう意味？

剣士ディリータ: それは…。

（ドラクロワ枢機卿とヴォルマルフが入ってくる）

騎士らしき男（ヴォルマルフ）: この娘がオヴェリアか…。

ドラクロワ枢機卿: 王女様、ご機嫌はいかがですかな？もう少しおとなしくしていただけるならばこの部屋でなくともよいのですがね。

騎士らしき男: フン、王女の身代わりの娘には十分すぎるぐらいだ。

（衝撃を受けたオヴェリアが手で体を支えながらヴォルマルフを見る（音楽が止まる））

ドラクロワ枢機卿: ホホホホ…。ヴォルマルフ殿、この娘はまだ知らないのです。

ヴォルマルフと呼ばれた騎士: そうか…。哀れな娘よ。

王女オヴェリア: それは、どういうことなの…？

ヴォルマルフと呼ばれた騎士: いいか、よく聞け。おまえはオヴェリアではない。

王女オヴェリア: え…？

ヴォルマルフと呼ばれた騎士: 本物の王女はとうの昔に死んでいる。おまえはその身代わりなのだ。

王女オヴェリア: そんな！　ウソよッ！！

ヴォルマルフと呼ばれた騎士: 嘘ではない。おまえはオヴェリアではないのだ。ルーヴェリア王妃をよく思わぬ元老院のじじいどもがおまえを作り出した…。いつの日か、王位を継がせるために身代わりを用意したのだ。邪魔な王妃を追い出すためにな。やつらのやり口は実に周到だったよ。上の二人の王子を病死に見せかけて暗殺し、おまえを王家に入れた。病弱なオムドリアに新たな王子ができるとは思えなかったのでな、自動的に王位はおまえのものだ。ところがオリナス王子が誕生した。…いや、未だに王子がオムドリアの子であるかどうかなどわからん。ラーグ公が実妹を王の母にするために外から“種”を用意したのかもしれん…。いずれにしても、元老院のじじいどもの計画は台無しになったのだ。

王女オヴェリア: ウソよッ！　絶対にウソだわ！　私には信じられない！

ヴォルマルフと呼ばれた騎士: どう思おうとおまえの勝手だ。我々にとってもおまえが王女であるかどうかなどどうでもいいこと。我々は『王女』という強力なカードを手に入れた。それで十分だ。

王女オヴェリア: …あなたたちは私をどうするつもり？　いったい何をさせたいの？

ヴォルマルフと呼ばれた騎士: 何もしなくていい。今のまま『王女』でいてくれればよい。

王女オヴェリア: 私はアトカーシャ家の血を引く者！　誰にも命令されたりはしないッ！

ヴォルマルフと呼ばれた騎士: では、どうする？　ラーグ公に捕らえられれば即、処刑だろう？我々は手助けをしたいだけだ。おまえが王位につくためのな…。

王女オヴェリア: …あなたはいったい何者なの？

ヴォルマルフと呼ばれた騎士: 我々はラーグ公の味方でもなければゴルターナ公の陣営の者でもない。ただの“協力者”だ。

ドラクロワ枢機卿: ヴォルマルフ殿、王女様にはもう少し頭を冷やしてもらいましょう。現実をきちんと認識すれば我々の“協力”を拒むこともありますまい…。

ヴォルマルフと呼ばれた騎士: うむ、そうだな…。

（ドラクロワ枢機卿とヴォルマルフが出ていく。ヴォルマルフが振り返る）

ヴォルマルフと呼ばれた騎士: 行くぞ、ディリータ！

（ヴォルマルフとディリータが出ていき、オヴェリアは一人残される）

獅子戦争勃発: ゴルターナ公の居城ゼルテニアに、オヴェリアを連れたディリータが姿を現した。公の重臣のひとりを王女誘拐の首謀者に仕立て上げたディリータは、さらに南天騎士団を率いての王都ルザリア上洛を進言する。対するラーグ公も北天騎士団を動員。ここに畏国を二分する大乱“獅子戦争”が始まった…。

ゴルターナ公: 貴公か…、オヴェリア王女を救出したというのは…。

騎士ディリータ: グリムス男爵配下の黒羊騎士団、副官ハイラル。名をディリータ。グリムス男爵の密命により王女を救出するために身分を偽り出兵。任務を果たし、帰還いたしました。

グルワンヌ大臣: …ハイラルだと？　聞かぬ名だ。

ゴルターナ公: 男爵は先月、亮目団との戦いで戦死し黒羊騎士団も全滅したはず。

騎士ディリータ: それ故、急ぎ帰還いたしました。

ゴルターナ公: 王女は？

司教カンバベリフ: 長旅の疲れのためか、死んだように眠っておいでです。

オルランドゥ伯: …捕虜を連れてきたと聞いたが？

騎士ディリータ: ハッ。捕虜を連れてこい！

（縛られた捕虜（見習い戦士）が連れられてくる）

騎士ディリータ: 何故、王女を誘拐した？

捕虜: ゴルターナ公に嫌疑をかけることで王都ルザリアへの上洛を妨げ、摂政の位を与えぬためだ…。

騎士ディリータ: 誰がおまえに命じた？　ラーグ公か？

捕虜: …ラーグ公に取り入ろうとするゴルターナ公の側近の一人だ。

グルワンヌ大臣: バカな！　そのような不忠者がおるはずもない！ええい、その痴れ者の口を閉じさせよ！

ゴルターナ公: かまわぬ、聞け。

騎士ディリータ: …それは誰だ？

捕虜: …………。

騎士ディリータ: 言えッ、言うんだッ！

捕虜: オレの命は助けてくれるんだろうな？

騎士ディリータ: 約束しよう。言えッ、誰だッ！！

捕虜: …そこにいるグルワンヌ大臣だ。

グルワンヌ大臣: なんだと！　ウソを申すな！　わしはおまえなど知らぬ！！

騎士ディリータ: 誰にそそのかされた？　王妃か？

グルワンヌ大臣: ばかなッ、わしには関係ないッ！

騎士ディリータ: 主君を裏切った罪は重いぞ、大臣殿！

（ディリータが剣を抜く。その場が緊張する）

グルワンヌ大臣: 知らぬッ！　わしは知らぬッ！！

（ディリータがグルワンヌ大臣を斬り捨て、ゴルターナ公の前に膝をつく）

騎士ディリータ: 僭越ながら申し上げます！今すぐ南天騎士団を率いて上洛されるべし！さもなくば、大臣の謀り事の責任を公爵閣下にとらせようと言い出す輩が出て参りましょう。その前に、速やかにオリナス王子と王妃を排斥し、オヴェリア様を御位に！！

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