01x02 - The Bloody Highway
Posted: 02/07/23 07:13
Jonas: Anne?
Jonas: Anne!
Anne: What?
Anne: J-Jonas?
Anne: What happened, Jonas?
Anne: What are you doing here?
Jonas: I was worried, so I came after you.
Jonas: I'm glad you're safe.
Jonas: From here on, I'll protect you.
Anne: I'm not sure that means much coming from someone who was just att*cked by bandits...
Jonas: But it's very strange...
Jonas: When did I catch up and pass you?
Anne: I stopped in the town of Redington, so...
Anne: Wait, are you even listening to me?
Jonas: Redington?
Jonas: Oh, that's where you bought the warrior fairy.
Jonas: It's quite beautiful.
Jonas: Did you make a mistake and buy a companion fairy instead?
Anne: Jonas, please, won't you go back?
Anne: This journey is much too dangerous for you.
Jonas: I am not going back.
Jonas: I am going to Lewiston with you.
Jonas: And you know why, don't you?
Jonas: Because I love you!
Anne: Um, Jonas.
Anne: I appreciate your feelings, but I think you're confused.
Anne: You think the feelings of pity you have toward me are love.
Jonas: I came here for your sake!
Jonas: Do you hate me?
Jonas: This doesn't make you happy at all?
Challe: Scarecrow. We should hurry and leave this place.
Challe: Wild crows.
Challe: They've caught the scent of blood and come here.
Challe: Once they've appeared, wolves aren't far behind.
Anne: This is bad. We must set off at once!
Challe: So, you have a man who would come after you?
Challe: Impressive, for a child.
Anne: I am not a child!
Anne: I am fifteen. I have fully come of age!
Anne: And Jonas isn't that sort of a person to me. He feels pity for me, that's all.
Challe: Pity?
Anne: Whatever the case, you should turn back here, Jonas!
Anne: You aren't the sort of person who should be doing dangerous things in a place like this!
Anne: Say, Challe. About the cart behind us...
Anne: If anything happens, will you go and help?
Challe: If you wish to make me do something,
Challe: use my wing against me and give me an order.
Anne: Earlier, you were quite annoying about saying, "Give me an order, give me an order."
Anne: What was that?
Challe: Other than what I am ordered to do,
Challe: I intend to do nothing.
Anne: It's true that I decided to make you serve me, Challe.
Anne: But I also said that I hate doing that.
Anne: That's why this is a request.
Anne: For now, I will continue to make requests.
Anne: If you still refuse, then I'll change them into orders.
Anne: And, just as you wish,
Anne: I'll even say, "I'll rip up your wing unless you do as you're told."
Anne: But first, I will make a request!
Challe: You truly are a strange scarecrow-head.
Anne: You keep saying "scarecrow, scarecrow"...
Anne: Not that it matters anymore.
Jonas: So this is a fortshelter, is it?
Jonas: It's my first time staying in one.
Anne: Your first time? Then, what did you do last night?
Jonas: I had the horses run through the night.
Jonas: I wanted to catch up to you as quickly as possible!
Anne: Jonas, after we stay here tonight, tomorrow you should—
Jonas: Right now, I am simply going somewhere I want to go, that's all.
Jonas: It isn't as though I'm following you.
Anne: My head aches...
Challe: Don't touch me!
Challe: Everything other than what you hold in your hands is mine.
Anne: Jonas? It's me. Will you open the door?
Cathy: Was there something you required?
Anne: Cathy!
Anne: You came with him?
Cathy: I am Master Jonas's labor fairy. Naturally, I did.
Anne: Th-That's true. Of course. And where is Jonas?
Cathy: He has retired for the evening.
Anne: Then when he wakes, will you tell him to eat this?
Cathy: Such crude fare as this... Master Jonas will not eat a single mouthful.
Anne: At home, that might be true,
Anne: but on a journey, this is something to be grateful for.
Cathy: It reeks of beast fat. Even I, a fairy, would disdain to eat it.
Anne: Is that so? Well, I'm very sorry for my unwanted meddling!
Anne: Here.
Challe: What is it? And what do you want me to do with it?
Anne: It's your portion, of course!
Anne: Was it wrong of me to offer you such poor fare?
Anne: Does a soup reeking of beast fat not suit your taste either?
Challe: What is this, all of a sudden?
Challe: It's as though your head has been set on fire.
Anne: Well, I am a scarecrow-head, after all. I'm sure it would burn very well!
Challe: Apparently, it's quite the blaze.
Anne: Well, who wouldn't be ablaze?
Anne: "This poor person's soup wouldn't suit
Anne: the tastes of an honorable heir to a sugar confectionary."
Anne: That's what a fairy just said to me.
Anne: Do you find this soup detestable, too?
Challe: That isn't it. I was simply... surprised.
Anne: Surprised? By what?
Challe: Before serving yourself, you gave me soup. That surprised me.
Anne: What are you talking about?
Anne: When you make food, having other people eat first is the normal thing to do, isn't it?
Anne: Oh, a spoon!
Anne: I'm so sorry!
Anne: What?
Anne: Challe, that was...
Challe: I ate it.
Anne: You ate it? How?
Challe: We don't eat with our mouths.
Challe: We hold our hands over it, or touch it, to absorb it.
Anne: Is that how fairies are?
Anne: So, was it good?
Challe: There is no flavor. We simply absorb it.
Challe: There is one thing which we can taste.
Anne: What is it?
Challe: Silver sugar.
Challe: It's sweet.
Anne: Do you like sugar confections?
Challe: I don't hate them.
Anne: Then, I'll make some for you!
Anne: Despite how I might appear, I am a bit of a sugar artisan!
Challe: You?
Anne: Listen and be amazed!
Anne: My mama was a silver sugar master!
Anne: As her daughter,
Anne: I've been playing with silver sugar instead of clay since I could toddle!
Anne: Moonflower would suit you, Challe. Maybe I'll make something in that shape.
Anne: Challe! Th-There's something in the cargo hold!
Anne: W-Will you go and look?
Challe: Is that an order?
Anne: What?
Challe: If I don't go look, will you tear up my wing?
Anne: Th-That isn't...
Challe: Then, do it yourself.
Anne: Fine. I'll just go and look then!
Anne: There's nothing here?
Mithril: Hey, you!
Anne: No!
Mithril: Let me go, you lowlife! I said, let go!
Challe: Is this meant as provocation?!
Mithril: Owww...
Mithril: You sure are a rough one! I am delicate, you know?
Mithril: Be gentler with me!
Challe: You talk too much.
Anne: So, you're the one who was running wild in the cargo hold?
Mithril: I wasn't running wild.
Mithril: I nodded off, had a nightmare, and woke with a jump.
Anne: That was quite a jump as you woke up.
Anne: That aside, who are you?
Anne: When, and why, did you climb into my cart?
Mithril: I am Mithril Lid Pod!
Mithril: I've come to return the favor to you!
Anne: Return the favor?
Anne: Oh!
Mithril: Bah! I'd never thank the likes of a human!
Mithril: And don't you forget it!
Anne: Are you the one from back then?
Mithril: What? So, you didn't remember me?
Mithril: Forgetting the face of the one you saved... You're heartless!
Anne: Wh-What is that supposed to mean? How does that make me heartless?
Anne: Besides, back then, you were covered in mud and—
Mithril: At any rate, yesterday, you saved me.
Mithril: That's why I've come to fulfill my duty.
Anne: But back then, you said you'd never thank a human, didn't you?
Mithril: I did. Because I hate humans, you see?
Mithril: That's why I'm returning the favor instead.
Mithril: And let me tell you, I'll return the favor, but I'll never say thanks, not even if I die.
Mithril: Well then! Let me return the favor!
Anne: Well, um...
Anne: I know!
Anne: Will you oil the wagon's axles for me?
Mithril: Don't treat me like I'm stupid!
Mithril: In return for the favor of saving my life, you want me to do something that dull?!
Mithril: Think of a more impressive favor!
Anne: What do you mean by "an impressive favor"?
Mithril: I'm telling you to figure it out, aren't I?
Challe: He's a fussy one. Should I strangle him to death?
Mithril: A favor! A favor!
Challe: If you order me to, I will.
Mithril: What did you say?
Anne: Wait, wait, wait!
Anne: Then there won't have been any point in saving him!
Anne: Let's see, you... Mithril, was it?
Mithril: It's Mithril Lid Pod! Don't shorten it!
Anne: Mithril Lid Pod.
Anne: There's no need to return the favor.
Anne: I didn't save you in the hopes of something like that.
Anne: You're free. You should go wherever you like and live happily th—
Mithril: Hey! Human girl!
Anne: It's Anne.
Mithril: Anne.
Mithril: You're pretending you're kind when you're not, trying to get rid of me!
Mithril: Like I'll let that happen?
Mithril: Let me repay the favor!
Mithril: If you don't, I'll follow you to the depths of the underworld!
Anne: The underworld?
Challe: We should strangle him to death.
Mithril: You!
Mithril: You're a fairy, too! How could you say such mean things to me?
Anne: Somehow, I feel exhausted.
Mithril: Fairy k*ller! Fairy k*ller!
Mithril: Let go of me! Let me go, you fairy k*ller!
Anne: I'm sorry, Challe. I'll make a sugar confection for you tomorrow night.
Mithril: Hey! You! I'm talking to you!
Anne: Don't steal your wing while I'm asleep, all right?
Mithril: Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go!
Challe: Regardless of whether I take it or not, I don't think you will be able to sleep.
Mithril: Hey, you two! Why are you trying to go to sleep?!
Mithril: Wake up! I said, wake up!
Mithril: Don't fall asleep!
Challe: Shall we throw him out now, while we can?
Anne: That would be too cruel, so please don't.
Anne: And even if we did cast him aside, he'd only come back.
Anne: He did go so far as to say he'd follow us to the depths of the underworld.
Anne: Mama...
Anne: Until we reach Lewiston safely...
Anne: please watch over us.
Jonas: Anne, you understand, don't you?
Jonas: I am worried about you.
Jonas: That's all.
Jonas: Anne.
Anne: We've traveled karon since we started the Bloody Highway.
Anne: From this point on, it would be even more dangerous to turn back alone.
Anne: Now it's come to this, why don't we travel as far as Lewiston together?
Jonas: You understand, then?!
Anne: In return, I hope you understand that this is truly dangerous.
Jonas: Of course.
Anne: Jonas, Cathy, allow me to formally introduce you.
Anne: Challe fen Challe. He's a warrior fairy.
Jonas: What about a name? You haven't given him one?
Anne: What I just told you is his name.
Anne: I call him Challe.
Jonas: Normally, you give them human names.
Jonas: You there. You're so beautiful it seems a waste to keep you as a warrior fairy.
Jonas: You'd be likely to sell as a companion fairy.
Challe: If I suit your fancy, then will you buy me from the scarecrow?
Challe: In terms of foolishness, you're each as bad as the other.
Challe: It doesn't matter to me which of you I am made to serve.
Jonas: F-Foolishness?
Anne: Challe!
Anne: I'm sorry, Jonas! Challe has a sharp tongue.
Anne: He's called me an idiot or a fool countless times.
Anne: Please don't let it bother you.
Jonas: I-I won't. It isn't something you need to apologize for, Anne.
Jonas: More importantly, what about that fairy?
Mithril: You mean me?
Mithril: I am Lord Mithril Lid Pod!
Mithril: Make sure to use "lord" when you call my name.
Jonas: L-Lord?
Anne: Honestly!
Anne: Why are both of you so arrogant?
Anne: Please confine that attitude just to me. Other people have nothing to do with it!
Anne: Now, it's time for our meal!
Anne: With so much delicious food, you wouldn't need something like my soup, would you?
Cathy: Of course not. Not that crude soup reeking of beast fat.
Jonas: Silence, Cathy!
Jonas: I will not allow you to speak to Anne with such rudeness!
Cathy: My apologies, Master Jonas. I was only—
Jonas: Disappear.
Jonas: I'm sorry, Anne. My labor fairy hasn't been trained very well.
Jonas: Your soup was delicious. I would be happy to have it again tonight.
Anne: Oh, um, of course.
Anne: The way Jonas behaves is probably the correct way to act as a fairy's master...
Anne: but even so...
Mithril: The ability to erase her form? That's pretty impressive.
Mithril: But compared to the power of the wonder that is me, it's still lacking.
Anne: Mithril, what powers do you have?
Mithril: Don't be too surprised!
Mithril: In the northernmost part of the Kingdom of Highland lies a great lake,
Mithril: the waters of Loess Lake...
Mithril: A drop of that water landed on a leaf, and that's what I was born from!
Anne: From a water drop?
Anne: Are all fairies born from water drops?
Mithril: Anne, you don't know anything, do you?
Mithril: Fairies are born from all sorts of things.
Mithril: Grass seeds. The fruit or nuts of trees.
Mithril: Water drops or jewels.
Mithril: The energy of an object condenses and then we're born.
Mithril: But for that to happen, the gaze of a living being is needed.
Mithril: Human, animal, it doesn't matter what.
Mithril: Being gazed upon causes the energy to take form,
Mithril: and that's what turns into a fairy.
Anne: Really?
Anne: Challe, what were you born from?
Mithril: From the look of him, I'd say obsidian.
Mithril: Incidentally, precious stone fairies have the power to create sharp things.
Mithril: Since I was born from a water drop, I can control water.
Mithirl: That's my power.
Anne: Control water?
Anne: That's incredible! Will you show me?
Mithril: Sure!
Mithril: There!
Anne: That's cold!
Anne: You're amazing, Mithril!
Anne: What can you do, using that?
Mithril: What? I just showed you.
Anne: What? That's all?
Mithril: What do you mean, "That's all"?! "That's all"?!
Mithril: Are you criticizing the power of the wonder that is me?
Challe: It would be useful in giving water to little birds.
Mithril: N-No one asked you! And what kind of comment is that?
Mithril: Are you making fun of me?
Challe: This is bad.
Mithril: What?
Mithril: What's bad?
Mithril: Hey, Challe fen Challe, that's...
Anne: What? What's wrong?
Jonas: Anne! Look above!
Anne: Is this an attack?
Challe: Wild crows are cleaners, scavenging the wilds for carrion.
Challe: But when there is no carrion for them to eat,
Challe: they form large flocks to hunt down prey...
Challe: and devour it alive.
Challe: The day before yesterday, they barely had a lick of bandit blood.
Challe: It must have made them hungry.
Anne: Challe, please...
Anne: Challe, I'm giving you an order.
Anne: Protect us from the wild crows!
Anne: I hold your wing.
Anne: You know what that means, don't you?
Challe: Stop the cart.
Challe: Hide in the cargo hold.
Jonas: Anne!
Anne: Jonas, you should hide in your cargo hold, too! Quickly!
Mithril: I see! So this is what returning a favor is!
Mithril: I will chase them off and—
Anne: You too!
Anne: Help me, Challe!
Mithril: Don't be afraid, Anne. It's all right.
Mithril: Challe fen Challe is obsidian!
Mithril: He isn't like us.
Mithril: He won't get hurt...
Mithril: and he won't break.
Anne: Is it over?
Anne: Challe...
Challe: Did your legs give out on you?
Anne: N-No, they didn't!
Challe: What's wrong, Scarecrow?
Challe: Are you requesting a more special sort of service?
Anne: I-I would never!
Anne: A-At any rate, thank you. For saving me.
Anne: This isn't good. It's just one thing after another.
Jonas: What's wrong, Anne?
Anne: We won't reach the fortshelter before sunset.
Anne: The wild crow's attack has made a mess of our schedule.
Anne: Oh, wait!
Anne: There's a doctor's inn!
Jonas: What is a doctor's inn?
Anne: Just as the name states, it's an inn where doctors allow travelers to stay.
Anne: And bandits rarely attack doctors.
Anne: For travelers, they're the next safest place to fortshelters.
Challe: Will such an old map really prove to be accurate?
Anne: There are no mistakes in a map that Mama drew!
Anne: In any case, that is where we'll stay today.
Anne: We have to hurry!
Anne: Please let us make it in time.
Anne: Is it impossible?
Anne: Mama would have been able to do this properly.
Challe: Where is this mother of yours?
Anne: Mama died. Did I not mention it?
Anne: Two weeks ago.
Anne: I made up my mind to become a silver sugar master, like she was.
Anne: At the end of autumn, there's an event held in Lewiston,
Anne: the Sugar Confectionary Exhibition. I'll submit a piece...
Anne: and have the king acknowledge my skills.
Anne: I want to become a silver sugar master this year.
Anne: Do you know why?
Anne: In the winter, we celebrate Pull Soul Day.
Anne: We send off those who died that year as they're pulled to the heavens.
Anne: As a silver sugar master, I will make a splendid sugar confection with my own hands,
Anne: and send Mama's spirit to the heavens.
Anne: That way, Mama will feel reassured and be able to go to the heavens, won't she?
Anne: It's a good idea, don't you think?
Challe: And that's why, is it?
Anne: Oh! A light!
Anne: Wait! Please wait!
doctor: Wild crows? That's quite the calamity.
doctor: The important thing is that you're safe.
doctor: This room is for you and yours. Your travel companions are next door.
doctor: Leave your things and, once you've rested a bit, come to the dining hall.
doctor: We should be able to serve you something like a simple soup.
Anne: A bed. It's been a while.
Jonas: Anne.
Jonas: You're hungry, aren't you? Let's go and accept their offer of food.
Anne: Jonas... I'll rest a little more first.
Jonas: There's no need to pretend you're all right.
Jonas: You're starving, aren't you? Come on.
text: The Bloody Highway
text: The Sugar Apple is the Tree of Betrayal
Jonas: Anne!
Anne: What?
Anne: J-Jonas?
Anne: What happened, Jonas?
Anne: What are you doing here?
Jonas: I was worried, so I came after you.
Jonas: I'm glad you're safe.
Jonas: From here on, I'll protect you.
Anne: I'm not sure that means much coming from someone who was just att*cked by bandits...
Jonas: But it's very strange...
Jonas: When did I catch up and pass you?
Anne: I stopped in the town of Redington, so...
Anne: Wait, are you even listening to me?
Jonas: Redington?
Jonas: Oh, that's where you bought the warrior fairy.
Jonas: It's quite beautiful.
Jonas: Did you make a mistake and buy a companion fairy instead?
Anne: Jonas, please, won't you go back?
Anne: This journey is much too dangerous for you.
Jonas: I am not going back.
Jonas: I am going to Lewiston with you.
Jonas: And you know why, don't you?
Jonas: Because I love you!
Anne: Um, Jonas.
Anne: I appreciate your feelings, but I think you're confused.
Anne: You think the feelings of pity you have toward me are love.
Jonas: I came here for your sake!
Jonas: Do you hate me?
Jonas: This doesn't make you happy at all?
Challe: Scarecrow. We should hurry and leave this place.
Challe: Wild crows.
Challe: They've caught the scent of blood and come here.
Challe: Once they've appeared, wolves aren't far behind.
Anne: This is bad. We must set off at once!
Challe: So, you have a man who would come after you?
Challe: Impressive, for a child.
Anne: I am not a child!
Anne: I am fifteen. I have fully come of age!
Anne: And Jonas isn't that sort of a person to me. He feels pity for me, that's all.
Challe: Pity?
Anne: Whatever the case, you should turn back here, Jonas!
Anne: You aren't the sort of person who should be doing dangerous things in a place like this!
Anne: Say, Challe. About the cart behind us...
Anne: If anything happens, will you go and help?
Challe: If you wish to make me do something,
Challe: use my wing against me and give me an order.
Anne: Earlier, you were quite annoying about saying, "Give me an order, give me an order."
Anne: What was that?
Challe: Other than what I am ordered to do,
Challe: I intend to do nothing.
Anne: It's true that I decided to make you serve me, Challe.
Anne: But I also said that I hate doing that.
Anne: That's why this is a request.
Anne: For now, I will continue to make requests.
Anne: If you still refuse, then I'll change them into orders.
Anne: And, just as you wish,
Anne: I'll even say, "I'll rip up your wing unless you do as you're told."
Anne: But first, I will make a request!
Challe: You truly are a strange scarecrow-head.
Anne: You keep saying "scarecrow, scarecrow"...
Anne: Not that it matters anymore.
Jonas: So this is a fortshelter, is it?
Jonas: It's my first time staying in one.
Anne: Your first time? Then, what did you do last night?
Jonas: I had the horses run through the night.
Jonas: I wanted to catch up to you as quickly as possible!
Anne: Jonas, after we stay here tonight, tomorrow you should—
Jonas: Right now, I am simply going somewhere I want to go, that's all.
Jonas: It isn't as though I'm following you.
Anne: My head aches...
Challe: Don't touch me!
Challe: Everything other than what you hold in your hands is mine.
Anne: Jonas? It's me. Will you open the door?
Cathy: Was there something you required?
Anne: Cathy!
Anne: You came with him?
Cathy: I am Master Jonas's labor fairy. Naturally, I did.
Anne: Th-That's true. Of course. And where is Jonas?
Cathy: He has retired for the evening.
Anne: Then when he wakes, will you tell him to eat this?
Cathy: Such crude fare as this... Master Jonas will not eat a single mouthful.
Anne: At home, that might be true,
Anne: but on a journey, this is something to be grateful for.
Cathy: It reeks of beast fat. Even I, a fairy, would disdain to eat it.
Anne: Is that so? Well, I'm very sorry for my unwanted meddling!
Anne: Here.
Challe: What is it? And what do you want me to do with it?
Anne: It's your portion, of course!
Anne: Was it wrong of me to offer you such poor fare?
Anne: Does a soup reeking of beast fat not suit your taste either?
Challe: What is this, all of a sudden?
Challe: It's as though your head has been set on fire.
Anne: Well, I am a scarecrow-head, after all. I'm sure it would burn very well!
Challe: Apparently, it's quite the blaze.
Anne: Well, who wouldn't be ablaze?
Anne: "This poor person's soup wouldn't suit
Anne: the tastes of an honorable heir to a sugar confectionary."
Anne: That's what a fairy just said to me.
Anne: Do you find this soup detestable, too?
Challe: That isn't it. I was simply... surprised.
Anne: Surprised? By what?
Challe: Before serving yourself, you gave me soup. That surprised me.
Anne: What are you talking about?
Anne: When you make food, having other people eat first is the normal thing to do, isn't it?
Anne: Oh, a spoon!
Anne: I'm so sorry!
Anne: What?
Anne: Challe, that was...
Challe: I ate it.
Anne: You ate it? How?
Challe: We don't eat with our mouths.
Challe: We hold our hands over it, or touch it, to absorb it.
Anne: Is that how fairies are?
Anne: So, was it good?
Challe: There is no flavor. We simply absorb it.
Challe: There is one thing which we can taste.
Anne: What is it?
Challe: Silver sugar.
Challe: It's sweet.
Anne: Do you like sugar confections?
Challe: I don't hate them.
Anne: Then, I'll make some for you!
Anne: Despite how I might appear, I am a bit of a sugar artisan!
Challe: You?
Anne: Listen and be amazed!
Anne: My mama was a silver sugar master!
Anne: As her daughter,
Anne: I've been playing with silver sugar instead of clay since I could toddle!
Anne: Moonflower would suit you, Challe. Maybe I'll make something in that shape.
Anne: Challe! Th-There's something in the cargo hold!
Anne: W-Will you go and look?
Challe: Is that an order?
Anne: What?
Challe: If I don't go look, will you tear up my wing?
Anne: Th-That isn't...
Challe: Then, do it yourself.
Anne: Fine. I'll just go and look then!
Anne: There's nothing here?
Mithril: Hey, you!
Anne: No!
Mithril: Let me go, you lowlife! I said, let go!
Challe: Is this meant as provocation?!
Mithril: Owww...
Mithril: You sure are a rough one! I am delicate, you know?
Mithril: Be gentler with me!
Challe: You talk too much.
Anne: So, you're the one who was running wild in the cargo hold?
Mithril: I wasn't running wild.
Mithril: I nodded off, had a nightmare, and woke with a jump.
Anne: That was quite a jump as you woke up.
Anne: That aside, who are you?
Anne: When, and why, did you climb into my cart?
Mithril: I am Mithril Lid Pod!
Mithril: I've come to return the favor to you!
Anne: Return the favor?
Anne: Oh!
Mithril: Bah! I'd never thank the likes of a human!
Mithril: And don't you forget it!
Anne: Are you the one from back then?
Mithril: What? So, you didn't remember me?
Mithril: Forgetting the face of the one you saved... You're heartless!
Anne: Wh-What is that supposed to mean? How does that make me heartless?
Anne: Besides, back then, you were covered in mud and—
Mithril: At any rate, yesterday, you saved me.
Mithril: That's why I've come to fulfill my duty.
Anne: But back then, you said you'd never thank a human, didn't you?
Mithril: I did. Because I hate humans, you see?
Mithril: That's why I'm returning the favor instead.
Mithril: And let me tell you, I'll return the favor, but I'll never say thanks, not even if I die.
Mithril: Well then! Let me return the favor!
Anne: Well, um...
Anne: I know!
Anne: Will you oil the wagon's axles for me?
Mithril: Don't treat me like I'm stupid!
Mithril: In return for the favor of saving my life, you want me to do something that dull?!
Mithril: Think of a more impressive favor!
Anne: What do you mean by "an impressive favor"?
Mithril: I'm telling you to figure it out, aren't I?
Challe: He's a fussy one. Should I strangle him to death?
Mithril: A favor! A favor!
Challe: If you order me to, I will.
Mithril: What did you say?
Anne: Wait, wait, wait!
Anne: Then there won't have been any point in saving him!
Anne: Let's see, you... Mithril, was it?
Mithril: It's Mithril Lid Pod! Don't shorten it!
Anne: Mithril Lid Pod.
Anne: There's no need to return the favor.
Anne: I didn't save you in the hopes of something like that.
Anne: You're free. You should go wherever you like and live happily th—
Mithril: Hey! Human girl!
Anne: It's Anne.
Mithril: Anne.
Mithril: You're pretending you're kind when you're not, trying to get rid of me!
Mithril: Like I'll let that happen?
Mithril: Let me repay the favor!
Mithril: If you don't, I'll follow you to the depths of the underworld!
Anne: The underworld?
Challe: We should strangle him to death.
Mithril: You!
Mithril: You're a fairy, too! How could you say such mean things to me?
Anne: Somehow, I feel exhausted.
Mithril: Fairy k*ller! Fairy k*ller!
Mithril: Let go of me! Let me go, you fairy k*ller!
Anne: I'm sorry, Challe. I'll make a sugar confection for you tomorrow night.
Mithril: Hey! You! I'm talking to you!
Anne: Don't steal your wing while I'm asleep, all right?
Mithril: Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go!
Challe: Regardless of whether I take it or not, I don't think you will be able to sleep.
Mithril: Hey, you two! Why are you trying to go to sleep?!
Mithril: Wake up! I said, wake up!
Mithril: Don't fall asleep!
Challe: Shall we throw him out now, while we can?
Anne: That would be too cruel, so please don't.
Anne: And even if we did cast him aside, he'd only come back.
Anne: He did go so far as to say he'd follow us to the depths of the underworld.
Anne: Mama...
Anne: Until we reach Lewiston safely...
Anne: please watch over us.
Jonas: Anne, you understand, don't you?
Jonas: I am worried about you.
Jonas: That's all.
Jonas: Anne.
Anne: We've traveled karon since we started the Bloody Highway.
Anne: From this point on, it would be even more dangerous to turn back alone.
Anne: Now it's come to this, why don't we travel as far as Lewiston together?
Jonas: You understand, then?!
Anne: In return, I hope you understand that this is truly dangerous.
Jonas: Of course.
Anne: Jonas, Cathy, allow me to formally introduce you.
Anne: Challe fen Challe. He's a warrior fairy.
Jonas: What about a name? You haven't given him one?
Anne: What I just told you is his name.
Anne: I call him Challe.
Jonas: Normally, you give them human names.
Jonas: You there. You're so beautiful it seems a waste to keep you as a warrior fairy.
Jonas: You'd be likely to sell as a companion fairy.
Challe: If I suit your fancy, then will you buy me from the scarecrow?
Challe: In terms of foolishness, you're each as bad as the other.
Challe: It doesn't matter to me which of you I am made to serve.
Jonas: F-Foolishness?
Anne: Challe!
Anne: I'm sorry, Jonas! Challe has a sharp tongue.
Anne: He's called me an idiot or a fool countless times.
Anne: Please don't let it bother you.
Jonas: I-I won't. It isn't something you need to apologize for, Anne.
Jonas: More importantly, what about that fairy?
Mithril: You mean me?
Mithril: I am Lord Mithril Lid Pod!
Mithril: Make sure to use "lord" when you call my name.
Jonas: L-Lord?
Anne: Honestly!
Anne: Why are both of you so arrogant?
Anne: Please confine that attitude just to me. Other people have nothing to do with it!
Anne: Now, it's time for our meal!
Anne: With so much delicious food, you wouldn't need something like my soup, would you?
Cathy: Of course not. Not that crude soup reeking of beast fat.
Jonas: Silence, Cathy!
Jonas: I will not allow you to speak to Anne with such rudeness!
Cathy: My apologies, Master Jonas. I was only—
Jonas: Disappear.
Jonas: I'm sorry, Anne. My labor fairy hasn't been trained very well.
Jonas: Your soup was delicious. I would be happy to have it again tonight.
Anne: Oh, um, of course.
Anne: The way Jonas behaves is probably the correct way to act as a fairy's master...
Anne: but even so...
Mithril: The ability to erase her form? That's pretty impressive.
Mithril: But compared to the power of the wonder that is me, it's still lacking.
Anne: Mithril, what powers do you have?
Mithril: Don't be too surprised!
Mithril: In the northernmost part of the Kingdom of Highland lies a great lake,
Mithril: the waters of Loess Lake...
Mithril: A drop of that water landed on a leaf, and that's what I was born from!
Anne: From a water drop?
Anne: Are all fairies born from water drops?
Mithril: Anne, you don't know anything, do you?
Mithril: Fairies are born from all sorts of things.
Mithril: Grass seeds. The fruit or nuts of trees.
Mithril: Water drops or jewels.
Mithril: The energy of an object condenses and then we're born.
Mithril: But for that to happen, the gaze of a living being is needed.
Mithril: Human, animal, it doesn't matter what.
Mithril: Being gazed upon causes the energy to take form,
Mithril: and that's what turns into a fairy.
Anne: Really?
Anne: Challe, what were you born from?
Mithril: From the look of him, I'd say obsidian.
Mithril: Incidentally, precious stone fairies have the power to create sharp things.
Mithril: Since I was born from a water drop, I can control water.
Mithirl: That's my power.
Anne: Control water?
Anne: That's incredible! Will you show me?
Mithril: Sure!
Mithril: There!
Anne: That's cold!
Anne: You're amazing, Mithril!
Anne: What can you do, using that?
Mithril: What? I just showed you.
Anne: What? That's all?
Mithril: What do you mean, "That's all"?! "That's all"?!
Mithril: Are you criticizing the power of the wonder that is me?
Challe: It would be useful in giving water to little birds.
Mithril: N-No one asked you! And what kind of comment is that?
Mithril: Are you making fun of me?
Challe: This is bad.
Mithril: What?
Mithril: What's bad?
Mithril: Hey, Challe fen Challe, that's...
Anne: What? What's wrong?
Jonas: Anne! Look above!
Anne: Is this an attack?
Challe: Wild crows are cleaners, scavenging the wilds for carrion.
Challe: But when there is no carrion for them to eat,
Challe: they form large flocks to hunt down prey...
Challe: and devour it alive.
Challe: The day before yesterday, they barely had a lick of bandit blood.
Challe: It must have made them hungry.
Anne: Challe, please...
Anne: Challe, I'm giving you an order.
Anne: Protect us from the wild crows!
Anne: I hold your wing.
Anne: You know what that means, don't you?
Challe: Stop the cart.
Challe: Hide in the cargo hold.
Jonas: Anne!
Anne: Jonas, you should hide in your cargo hold, too! Quickly!
Mithril: I see! So this is what returning a favor is!
Mithril: I will chase them off and—
Anne: You too!
Anne: Help me, Challe!
Mithril: Don't be afraid, Anne. It's all right.
Mithril: Challe fen Challe is obsidian!
Mithril: He isn't like us.
Mithril: He won't get hurt...
Mithril: and he won't break.
Anne: Is it over?
Anne: Challe...
Challe: Did your legs give out on you?
Anne: N-No, they didn't!
Challe: What's wrong, Scarecrow?
Challe: Are you requesting a more special sort of service?
Anne: I-I would never!
Anne: A-At any rate, thank you. For saving me.
Anne: This isn't good. It's just one thing after another.
Jonas: What's wrong, Anne?
Anne: We won't reach the fortshelter before sunset.
Anne: The wild crow's attack has made a mess of our schedule.
Anne: Oh, wait!
Anne: There's a doctor's inn!
Jonas: What is a doctor's inn?
Anne: Just as the name states, it's an inn where doctors allow travelers to stay.
Anne: And bandits rarely attack doctors.
Anne: For travelers, they're the next safest place to fortshelters.
Challe: Will such an old map really prove to be accurate?
Anne: There are no mistakes in a map that Mama drew!
Anne: In any case, that is where we'll stay today.
Anne: We have to hurry!
Anne: Please let us make it in time.
Anne: Is it impossible?
Anne: Mama would have been able to do this properly.
Challe: Where is this mother of yours?
Anne: Mama died. Did I not mention it?
Anne: Two weeks ago.
Anne: I made up my mind to become a silver sugar master, like she was.
Anne: At the end of autumn, there's an event held in Lewiston,
Anne: the Sugar Confectionary Exhibition. I'll submit a piece...
Anne: and have the king acknowledge my skills.
Anne: I want to become a silver sugar master this year.
Anne: Do you know why?
Anne: In the winter, we celebrate Pull Soul Day.
Anne: We send off those who died that year as they're pulled to the heavens.
Anne: As a silver sugar master, I will make a splendid sugar confection with my own hands,
Anne: and send Mama's spirit to the heavens.
Anne: That way, Mama will feel reassured and be able to go to the heavens, won't she?
Anne: It's a good idea, don't you think?
Challe: And that's why, is it?
Anne: Oh! A light!
Anne: Wait! Please wait!
doctor: Wild crows? That's quite the calamity.
doctor: The important thing is that you're safe.
doctor: This room is for you and yours. Your travel companions are next door.
doctor: Leave your things and, once you've rested a bit, come to the dining hall.
doctor: We should be able to serve you something like a simple soup.
Anne: A bed. It's been a while.
Jonas: Anne.
Jonas: You're hungry, aren't you? Let's go and accept their offer of food.
Anne: Jonas... I'll rest a little more first.
Jonas: There's no need to pretend you're all right.
Jonas: You're starving, aren't you? Come on.
text: The Bloody Highway
text: The Sugar Apple is the Tree of Betrayal