王国のハンス・カポンをロマンスする方法
このガイドでは、 Kingdom Come：Deliverance 2 でロマンスHans Caponをロマンスする方法について詳しく説明しています。成功は、ゲーム全体でハンズを一貫してサポートすることにかかっています。ロマンチックなサブプロットを進めるには、いくつかの重要な対話の選択が重要です。
キーロマンスの瞬間：
サドルに戻る：ハンスを刑務所から救出した後（「ベルの通行料」に続いて)、「私はあなたのことを気にかけている」というオプションを選択します。
フランスの休暇を取る：このミッションの救助中に、「一緒に管理します」を選択します。
イタリアの仕事： Zizkaの前にハンスと話すことを優先順位を付けます。これらのオプションを選択します。
- 「私たちは一緒に時間が少なすぎます。」
- 「あなたは私たちと一緒に地下を通り抜けますか？」
- 「私はあなたのことをもっと心配しています。」
地下のトンネルではしごを登る前に、もう一度ハンスと話して、次を選択してください。
- 「あなたはあなたの恐怖を克服しました。」
- 「重要なことは、あなたが大丈夫だということです。」
- "あなたを大切に思う。"
飢えと絶望：先に進む前に、ハンスと話してください（両方を追求する場合、キャサリンよりも彼を優先します)。ロマンスを締めくくるために彼にキスするオプションを選択してください。
これらの手順に従うことで、ハンスカポンロマンスアークは キングダムカム：救出2 に正常に完了します。より多くのゲームのヒントと戦略については、逃亡者をチェックしてください。
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Two Embers – Part 1
By [Your Name]
The wind howled across the shattered plains of Eldryth, carrying with it the scent of ash and forgotten prayers. Once, this land had bloomed beneath twin suns—golden and silver—cradled in the arms of the sky. Now, only two embers remained: one buried deep in the heart of the Obsidian Spire, the other flickering faintly in the chest of a girl who did not know her name.
She awoke beneath a sky split in two.
One half burned crimson, the other wept silver mist. The earth cracked like old parchment, and from the fissures rose whispers—voices not of men, nor beasts, but of memory itself. Her fingers curled around a shard of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a rhythm that matched her pulse.
She didn’t remember how she got here. She remembered nothing—not her mother’s lullaby, not the sound of her first breath, not even the shape of her face in the still pools of long-dead lakes.
Only the ember.
And the dream.
“When the twins fall, the world will wake,” the dream whispered. “But not as it was. Not as it should be.”
She sat up. The shard pulsed. Her reflection shimmered within it—not a face, but a storm: a woman with hair like flame and eyes like dying stars.
“You’re not real,” she said, voice cracked from disuse.
But the reflection smiled.
And spoke.
“I am you. I am what was lost. I am what was never meant to be found.”
She stumbled to her feet, wind tearing at her tattered cloak—the color of dust and midnight. Around her, ruins of a cathedral rose from the earth, its spires fused with bone and blackened iron. The name carved into its fallen arch read: Aetherion.
Her hand trembled as she touched the stone. A vision tore through her:
A war not of swords, but of light.
Two beings—twin stars forged in fire—clashing in the sky. One wore the face of a god, the other… a child.
She gasped.
And the ember screamed.
From the east, a sound like a thousand bells made of glass. A procession of shadows moved across the horizon—hooded figures with eyes of ash, marching in silence. Their chants were not in any tongue, but in absence. In silence.
She turned to flee—then stopped.
Because behind her, in the west, a new light rose.
Not silver. Not gold.
Blue.
And from it stepped a man—tall, scarred, wearing armor of woven wind and memory. In his hand, a sword without a blade. Its hilt bore the same mark as the shard in her palm.
“Eira,” he said, voice like wind over graves. “You’ve come at last.”
She stepped back. “Who are you?”
He looked at her, and for the first time, his face cracked—just slightly.
“I was your father,” he said. “And I thought I’d buried you with the world.”
The ground trembled. The sky split again.
And from the ember in her hand, a voice rose—not hers, not his.
“The first ember dies. The second awakens. The war begins.”
To Be Continued in Part 2: "The Blood of the Twin Suns"
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