Anne: You have other guests?
doctor: Yes. They arrived just the two before you.
doctor: Now, please have a seat.
Anne: Thank you.
Anne: What's wrong, you three?
Anne: Aren't you going to come and sit down?
Jonas: What? Anne!
Anne: Huh? What?
Jonas: For fairies to eat in front of people is completely absurd!
Anne: Why? We usually eat together, don't we?
doctor: What?
Jonas: No, but this is in front of other people!
Anne: During our travels, we have all been eating together.
Anne: Would it be possible to do the same here?
doctor: Well...
doctor: I am not the type to mind...
doctor: But, you know, there are other guests here.
Hugh: It doesn't bother us! Pay me no mind.
Hugh: Hey there, young miss. What's your name?
Anne: It's Anne. Anne Halford.
Hugh: I'm Hugh. There's no need to stand on formalities, Anne.
Hugh: Do as you like.
Hugh: I see.
Hugh: So, you're on this road because you're heading for Lewiston.
Jonas: The Sugar Confectionary Exhibition is being held in Lewiston, and we're planning to enter!
Hugh: Really? So, you're both sugar artisans?
Hugh: If that's the case...
Hugh: having two labor fairies and one companion fairy is a little...
Hugh: extravagant, I'd say.
Anne: Challe isn't a companion fairy, he's a warrior fairy!
Anne: He's my guard!
Hugh: Warrior fairy? You're such a liar.
Anne: I'm not lying!
Hugh: Now, now. There's no need to feel embarrassed.
Hugh: A fairy who looks like that... Of course you'd want to bring him with you.
Hugh: Anne, did you fall for that fairy? Is that why you bought him?
Anne: It isn't like that!
Hugh: Then, shall we put it to the test?
Anne: Challe!
Salim: Not bad.
Challe: Do you want to be k*lled?
Salim: Unfortunately, I'm not quite that broken.
Hugh: That's enough, Salim. Withdraw your sword.
Anne: What do you think you're doing, you absolute idiot!
Anne: If you harm my companions, you will not get away with it!
Hugh: Sorry about that.
Hugh: I just can't believe that such a pretty, high-quality warrior fairy exists.
Anne: Is that any reason to do something like this?
Hugh: I said I'm sorry, didn't I?
Hugh: Let's see...
Hugh: As an apology, I'll pay for your stay here.
Anne: Don't try to brush past this like—
Anne: Pay... for our stay?
Hugh: Yes. For all five of you.
Hugh: Though, I feel like I'll be taking a loss if I do that.
Hugh: I know! How about you two make some sugar confections for me?
Anne: What?
Hugh: Ones the size of a fist will do.
Hugh: That'll take care of the cost of your stay here.
Hugh: Not a bad deal, right?
Anne: All right.
Anne: In exchange, you make sure you pay for our stay.
Anne: Jonas, will you pull out two bowls for me?
Jonas: Oh, of course.
Anne: Thanks.
Jonas: Is it all right to use that silver sugar?
Jonas: You still have to make your piece for the exhibition, don't you?
Anne: Yes, but I have more than enough.
Anne: I can't use what's in those three barrels, though.
Jonas: So, that's what you'll be submitting to the exhibition.
Jonas: Well, they do also assess entrants' sugar-refining skills, don't they?
Jonas: I'm starting to feel excited.
Jonas: Getting to unveil my skills in front of people makes me feel so proud!
Anne: Does it?
Anne: There.
Jonas: Actually, just between us,
Jonas: I might be recommended to become the head of the school I belong to!
Anne: The master of the Radcliffe Workshop school?
Jonas: Yes.
Jonas: Of course, to become the master,
Jonas: I have to be awarded a royal medal and become a silver sugar master.
Jonas: Um...
Anne: Then, why don't you enter the exhibition this time, too, Jonas?
Jonas: No, this time I'll just watch.
Jonas: But, for the sake of my future, I have to become one!
Jonas: If I don't, then I can't become the master or the Silver Sugar Viscount!
Anne: The Silver Sugar Viscount?
Anne: You mean the silver sugar master who works exclusively for the royal family?
Anne: Jonas, you want to become someone like that?
Jonas: Of course I do!
Jonas: Or rather, I will definitely become that!
Jonas: I mean, for a commoner like me to be able to become a noble...
Jonas: There isn't any dream more wonderful than that, is there?
Jonas: Which is why, Anne...
Jonas: won't please you marry me?
Jonas: I'll become the Silver Sugar Viscount,
Jonas: and make your life a happy—
Anne: Jonas.
Anne: I'm sorry.
Anne: Let's not talk about that anymore.
Hugh: I've readied all the equipment for you.
Hugh: There's no need to color the sugar confections.
Hugh: And I'll leave the form to the two of you.
Anne: Who are you, exactly?
Anne: Could it be that you're a sugar artisan, too?
Hugh: If you want me to pay for your stay here, then just keep quiet and make something, Anne.
Anne: What should I make?
Anne: If it were Mama,
Anne: she'd make the most of the silver sugar's natural color.
Hugh: Both of you are quite proficient.
Hugh: Neither of you seem like novices.
Hugh: However...
Jonas: What have you done?!
Hugh: They were unsightly, so I destroyed them.
Hugh: Jonas.
Hugh: You're skilled, but that's all.
Hugh: All you want to do is show off your technique,
Hugh: so you haven't added any of your own ingenuity of all.
Hugh: Anne, you did better than Jonas.
Hugh: But what was this?
Hugh: It's as though you created this in imitation of something someone else had made.
Hugh: You're simply aping their style.
Hugh: It was pretty, but that's all. It had no charm to it.
Hugh: With work like this,
Hugh: your dreams of becoming a silver sugar master are no more than dreams.
Hugh: But I will accept these sugar confection fragments.
Hugh: I'll have them as a snack.
Hugh: Bye, then, Anne. Jonas.
Hugh: That was a nice way to k*ll time. It was fun!
Cathy: What was that man trying to accomplish with that?
Cathy: Master Jonas! There is no need to let it bother you!
Mithril: That's right, Anne! A man like that is—
Mithril: Hey, Anne!
Mithril: Hold on, Anne!
Mithril: Anne, come on!
Challe: A bagworm again?
Anne: What is so funny?
Anne: Is it really so amusing to see someone depressed?!
Anne: What? Why would you look at someone's face and laugh?
Anne: Well, a scarecrow like me will only be an embarrassment no matter what I do anyway!
Challe: Humans never spend their whole lives being laughed at.
Challe: For, unlike us, they are always changing.
Challe: You will, in another three years...
Challe: have become startlingly beautiful.
Challe: The color of your hair will turn a pale, beautiful gold...
Challe: and your skill at making sugar confections will change, too.
Anne: I will hone my skills in making sugar confections even more.
Anne: I'll show him how much I can improve!
Anne: But there are some things that can't be changed with hard work.
Anne: I don't need transparent lies to comfort me.
Challe: They aren't lies.
Challe: I know.
Challe: When I was born, the first thing I saw was a human child...
Challe: One with hair the same color as yours...
Challe: A five-year-old girl.
Challe: I was born because of that child's gaze.
Challe: That girl was Liz...
Challe: Her name was Elizabeth.
Challe: Liz was the daughter of nobles...
Challe: and because of certain circumstances, she lived away from society.
Challe: She was young, knew nothing of the world,
Challe: and didn't know of the existence of fairies.
Challe: That's why she mistook me for her own older brother.
Challe: She led me back to her mansion and gave me shelter.
Challe: Fifteen years passed.
Challe: Liz's hair turned a pale gold...
Challe: her freckles disappeared...
Challe: and she became a beautiful young woman.
Challe: That's why I know.
Challe: You will continue to change, just as Liz did.
Anne: What happened? What happened to Liz?
Anne: Did she stay with you always? Why isn't she here now?
Challe: She d*ed.
Challe: She was k*lled.
Challe: Humans k*lled her.
Anne: I'm sorry.
Challe: Go to sleep, Scarecrow.
Jonas: That Hugh person paid for our stay just as he promised he would.
Jonas: Hey, Anne!
Jonas: Are you listening?
Anne: Challe said he wouldn't be friends with a human.
Anne: But in the beginning, he had an emotional bond with a human girl.
Anne: He spent the same amount of time with her that I had with Mama.
Anne: For Challe, Liz might have been like family.
Anne: And that was stolen from him by human hands.
Anne: Humans caused Challe's heart to freeze over.
Anne: It's cold tonight, isn't it?
Challe: We do not feel the cold as humans do.
Anne: I wish there was magic that could melt Challe's heart.
Anne: The promise I made to Challe...
Anne: the sugar confection I promised him... I'll make it now.
Anne: A sweet sugar confection...
Anne: I hope it can bring even a little warmth to Challe's heart.
Anne: Wh-Why...
Anne: The silver sugar... is gone?
Anne: It can't be. Why is it gone?
Challe: What's happened?
Anne: The silver sugar is gone.
Challe: Gone?
Anne: I have three barrels left.
Anne: But I don't have any silver sugar to use in making my entry piece.
Jonas: Anne? Has something happened?
Jonas: Anne!
Challe: Apparently, the silver sugar she needs to make her piece has disappeared.
Jonas: What? But the silver sugar was in the cargo hold, wasn't it?
Jonas: And it was locked!
Jonas: No one could get in or out, could they?
Cathy: No, it was possible to gain entry.
Jonas: What do you mean by that, Cathy?
Cathy: I saw it. That night when we stayed at the doctor's inn.
Cathy: Mithril Lid Pod came out of the window of Mistress Anne's cargo hold!
Cathy: In the moonlight, his whole body sparkled.
Cathy: That was him all covered in silver sugar!
Anne: Mithril?
Mithril: What's all this?
Mithril: You sure are being loud.
Jonas: Mithril. Come down here.
Mithril: Hey! I don't serve you!
Mithril: And don't shorten my name!
Mithril: I am—
Jonas: Come down here!
Mithril: Wh-What is it?
Jonas: Anne's silver sugar has disappeared.
Jonas: Mithril, you stole it, didn't you?
Mithril: What?
Jonas: Cathy saw you.
Mithril: Saw me? Sh-She's lying!
Mithril: Hey, Anne. I wasn't the one who stole it.
Mithril: Cathy's the liar here!
Jonas: What would Cathy gain by lying?
Mithril: Blasted human, be quiet!
Mithril: Anne, you aren't suspicious of me, too, are you?
Mithril: It wasn't me. I swear to you, it wasn't me!
Anne: I...
Mithril: Anne...
Mithril: You do suspect me.
Mithril: You don't believe me, do you, Anne?
Anne: I want to believe you.
Mithril: But you don't, do you?!
Mithril: Fine, then. If you're going to look at me like that, then...
Mithril: I'll just disappear from your sight, Anne!
Anne: Mithril!
Anne: Wait!
Anne: I can't participate in this year's exhibition like this.
Jonas: I know, Anne!
Jonas: If you only need enough for one piece,
Jonas: then all you need to do is make that much silver sugar!
Anne: That's unrealistic. I don't have the sugar apples needed to make it.
Jonas: Don't worry!
Anne: What?
Jonas: There are sugar apples!
Jonas: I heard about it at a gathering of the Radcliffe Workshop school.
Jonas: They say that there's a grove of sugar apple trees on the Bloody Highway!
Jonas: It takes three days to refine silver sugar.
Jonas: But if you use the silver sugar you already have for your piece,
Jonas: you'll be able to make it in time!
Anne: Sugar apples!
Anne: There are five days left until the exhibition.
Anne: Lewiston isn't far from the next fortshelter.
Anne: With these...
Jonas: It will be all right, Anne.
Jonas: I'm a bit of a sugar artisan, too. I'll help you.
Anne: Thank you, Jonas! Let's get started!
Anne: Here.
Anne: Where is Mithril?
Challe: Disappeared.
Anne: Where has he gone?
Challe: Was it really him? Was it really Mithril who stole it?
Anne: I don't know.
Anne: The truth is, I don't care who stole the silver sugar.
Anne: In any case, I will make sure my work is finished in time.
Anne: I told you, didn't I?
Anne: I absolutely must enter this year's exhibition.
Anne: I'll go back to work.
Anne: The piece I am submitting for the exhibition...
Anne: will be a sugar confection for a celebration...
Anne: large, bright, and beautiful.
Anne: Mama...
Emma: This is the wealth Mama has made.
Emma: It can't be given to anyone,
Emma: and it mustn't be imitated.
Flashback Hugh: It's as though you created this in imitation of something someone else had made.
Flashback Hugh: You're simply aping their style.
Anne: Then, what should I make? And how?
Anne: I just don't know.
Jonas: If you'd like, please use this barrel to put your silver sugar in!
Jonas: It's a first-rate article that guards against humidity.
Anne: But I already have two empty barrels.
Jonas: Wow! So, you've decided what you're going to make?
Jonas: Anne, you really are amazing. I can tell.
Jonas: I'm certain that you'll be able to create a wonderful piece!
Anne: I hope so, but...
Jonas: I expect a lot of you.
Anne: What?
Anne: Wh-What are you doing?
Jonas: I love you.
Anne: Don't!
Jonas: Why, Anne?
Anne: Jonas, I don't love you!
Jonas: But I love you!
Anne: That's how you feel, Jonas! It isn't how I feel!
Jonas: I see.
Jonas: I had hoped that you would fall in love with me, but...
Anne: I-I'm sorry. I...
Jonas: I'm sorry, Anne.
Cathy: Mistress Anne, I will give you one piece of advice.
Anne: What is this, all of a sudden?
Cathy: Master Jonas might propose to you, or say he loves you,
Cathy: but don't let it go to your head!
Anne: What?
Cathy: Master Jonas would never actually fall in love with someone like you!
Anne: Cathy...
Anne: Could it be that you...
Anne: Are you in love with Jonas?
Cathy: Th...
Cathy: Th-Th-Th...
Cathy: That's completely absurd!
Anne: I see! So that's what's going on!
Anne: It's so lovely when fairies and humans get together, isn't it?
Cathy: Y-You are...
Cathy: such an idiot!
Anne: The person Cathy is in love with is holding her wing.
Anne: Compared to that...
Anne: Love between a fairy and a human.
Anne: I wonder what was between Challe and Liz.
Anne: What's this? My chest feels tight.
Anne: It's something that has nothing to do with me.
Anne: The reason Challe is with me...
Anne: is because I hold his wing.
Anne: And when we reach Lewiston, that will end too.
Anne: It's done!
Anne: It should be perfect, and yet...
Hugh: You're simply aping their style.
Anne: No. The technique is perfect.
Anne: It will be all right.
Anne: I'm sure it will be all right!
Challe: Have you finished?
Anne: It's drying now.
Anne: I'll grind what's left of the silver sugar using the mortar,
Anne: and if we set out tomorrow,
Anne: we'll be able to make it to Lewiston the day before the exhibition.
Challe: It was strange.
Challe: When I first met you at the fairy market,
Challe: you smelled of the sweetness of silver sugar.
Challe: I couldn't understand why. It was strange.
Anne: Do I? I wonder if the scent has seeped into my dress.
Challe: Your fingers.
Anne: What?
Challe: Your fingers carry a sweet scent.
Anne: No, they don't.
Challe: I can tell.
Anne: Really?
Anne: I see.
Jonas: Anne!
Jonas: Anne! You're amazing, Anne!
Jonas: You finished your piece!
Jonas: I've never seen such a large piece as delicate as that!
Jonas: You'll get the royal medal, and no mistake!
Anne: Thank you!
Anne: This is all possible because you told me about the sugar apples, Jonas!
Jonas: I'm the one who should be thanking you!
Anne: What are you doing at my wagon, Jonas?
Jonas: I thought we should set off.
Anne: You're being too hasty. The silver sugar isn't done yet.
Anne: And that horse isn't mine...
Jonas: It's not a problem! My horse runs faster than yours.
Anne: Jonas?
Jonas: If you'd fallen in love with me and married me,
Jonas: then I wouldn't have had to do something like this.
Jonas: It's all your fault.
Challe: What are you trying to do?
Cathy: This is why I told you not to let it go to your head!
Anne: Ow! What?
Anne: What is this?
Anne: It's disgusting!
Anne: Challe, what is all this?
Challe: Those two lured them here...
Challe: so that they could steal your sugar confection.
Anne: That can't be!
Jonas: Bye-bye, Anne!
Anne: Challe, go after Jonas!
Challe: If I leave this spot, you will become food for the wolves!
Anne: That doesn't matter! Please, go!
Anne: Challe! I'm begging you!
Anne: Please bring my sugar confection back!
Challe: I refuse!
Anne: Please! Challe!
Anne: Please bring my sugar confection back!
text: The Sugar Apple Is the Tree of Betrayal
text: The Fate of the Royal Medal
01x03 - The Sugar Apple Is the Tree of Betrayal
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