01x03 - The Sugar Apple Is the Tree of Betrayal

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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 died.

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