LV50「邪なる手引き」

Raya-O-Senna: Your bravery in service to the Twelveswood and her moogles shall not be forgotten, Misa.
Raya-O-Senna: My sister will doubtless wish to hear the tale of this great victory from the mouth of the woman responsible. Pray return to the Lotus Stand and treat her to a full account of the day's events, while the details are yet fresh in your mind.

Kan-E-Senna: Misa. You are returned to us, unharmed and victorious. Thus have I two reasons to be glad.
I would fain hear all that occurred in Thornmarch.
Kan-E-Senna: ...Then it is as we feared.

Yda: The king really is a primal...
Yda: ...But he really isn't, is he? I mean, the moogles don't worship him, for one thing─he's not even a god to them! That doesn't sound like any primal I've ever heard of.

Papalymo: Then mayhap the fault lies with the definition. The fact remains that through a combination of the power contained in crystals and the force of their collective faith, the moogles called forth a being that by rights should not exist. Moreover, when slain, said being left no corpse─the aether which comprised him instead being scattered to the four winds.
Kan-E-Senna: According to the accepted definition, he may not be a primal...but the mode of his manifestation was in every respect the same.
Yda: Which means...
Papalymo: Ascians. This whole business reeks of their handiwork!
Kuplo Kopp: Kupopo!? They...they said it was a masked man who had taught them how, years ago─b-but Gridania has no shortage of masked men, and...and I never thought to question...
Papalymo: Confound it all! How many more will they ensnare with their tainted gifts...?

Kan-E-Senna: Too many, I fear. So long as there are Paragons to stir the embers, fools to build the pyre, and crystals to feed the flames, ever and again shall we suffer primal visitation. A somber thought, but a salutary one.

Kan-E-Senna: My heartfelt thanks, Misa. Already, the information you have provided has proven invaluable. The grand serpent marshal and I have much to discuss.
Yda: Oh! Before you do, my lady, I was hoping we might finish discussing that other matter?
Kan-E-Senna: The matter of which you speak has even now been settled. The Scions shall not want for support. We shall be glad to send additional supplies to Revenant's Toll.
Yda: We knew we could count on you, my lady!

Papalymo: While Yda and I remain to discuss the particulars of our arrangement with the Elder Seedseer, mayhap you could return to the Waking Sands and apprise the Antecedent of all that has transpired?

Minfilia: It is good to see you hale and healthy, Misa. I received word from Yda and Papalymo that you had felled Good King Moggle Mog XII, but I had hoped to hear your version of the tale.
Minfilia: ...So it was as they said. Summoned with the same methods used by the beast tribes and taught by the Ascians.
Minfilia: Though unfortunate, this incident did at least serve to remind the Elder Seedseer of our usefulness. Her offer of additional support could not have come at a better time. My thanks, Misa.