01x11 - Episode 11

[bunniefuu]

Greetings, Captain!

Hello.

I'm fine.

What's with the Captain today?

Doesn't he seem a little strange?

Yeah.

He never responds when we greet him.

What was with that "I'm fine"?

Who talks like that?

You're acting guilty

because you're terrified
they'll realize he's a puppet.

Besides,

judging by how he threw his
weight around yesterday,

he probably has a nasty temper.

All right, all right.

Are you ever going to stop nagging?

I'll tweak my performance, all right?

Is this Corpse Reanimation
spell a knockoff?

Why does it require a constant connection?

You even have to see through
his eyes in real time.

Someone else is coming.

Greetings, Captain!

You're way overdoing it.

I'll confess!

I'll tell you everything!

I took some of the protection
money we collected

from the shopping street
yesterday to help my family.

I was going to quietly
put it back next week.

But of course,

nothing gets past you, Captain!

I'm sorry.

I know I was wrong.

I'll never do it again!

Looks like my acting
was pretty convincing.

Protection money?

Why have I never heard of it?

Back at the Central Kitchen,

he helped me a lot too.

The head chef tried to get
handsy with me several times,

and Aba always stepped in to stop him.

He probably died because
he refused to reveal

Meow's secret.

He was a brave and loyal man.

What a shame.

By the way,

Meow said he had a way

to keep us from being tied
to the Captain's death.

What is he planning?

He's probably using a forbidden spell

to control the corpse

and create an alibi for us.

Is it safe for him to
use such dangerous magic

alone?

He'll be fine.

I asked Lan to keep an eye on him.

Meow,

I made some tea.

That should do it.

Then I'll take him somewhere crowded

and have him clutch his chest and yell,
"My heart! It hurts!"

Meow,

is something wrong with your heart?

Oh, Lan.

No.

I'm...

I'm fine.

Are you sure you're okay?

She's on your left.

Turn 45 degrees left.

I'm...

I'm fine.

Here.

Here?

What do you mean?

Hey.

She's handing you tea.

Take it.

Thanks.

Is this the teapot?

Why is it so hot?

Wrong way!

Move down!

What are you doing?

I'm taking the tea.

She thought you were getting handsy.

You still have time for tea?

Who is this?

I gave you three days to uncover
the truth behind the head chef's death.

Today's the deadline.

Do you have an answer for me?

Looks like

he's from higher up.

Do you know him?

Of course I do.

He's the kingdom's Chief of Logistics,

Long Ao.

When the uprising began,

he was one of the first to join us.

Back then,

he was still a reckless,

naive young boy.

Lie!

Also,

I looked into those suspicious
vendors you mentioned.

Their bread really was made with magic.

But when I went back today,

they'd vanished without a trace.

Do you know where they went?

Yes, yes.

I was just about to report that.

My investigation found

that one of them secretly
learned forbidden magic,

letting them conjure bread from thin air

and make the head chef k*ll himself.

But when I tried to raid
their hideout yesterday,

they'd already fled.

Word is they went to District Eight

to lie low.

District Eight?

If they wanted to lie low,

why would they go to District Eight

instead of the vast, sparsely
populated District Ten?

Maybe...

they thought we'd never look there.

One more thing.

Did you just say

they also could use
forbidden control spells?

This is bad.

Did I just give myself away?

Was it really that obvious?

So he's that afraid I'll see
through his feelings for me?

No wonder his heart hurts.

It's because I keep
seeing right through him.

Did that hit just now

hurt him even more?

I almost got them.

I can't let them slip away.

I'm going to District Eight.

Keep looking for clues.

If I find out you're lying,

I'll come back for your life.

That was close.

Looks like everything we've done lately

has caught the palace's attention.

Oh, man.

That performance took too much out of me.

I'm exhausted, and my eyes are worn out.

By the way,

how capable is Long Ao?

How efficient is he?

He won't come charging
back tomorrow, will he?

I put him in charge of logistics

because his skills and
talent were unremarkable.

But

he is clever.

Oh, right.

Lan, sorry.

Just now, I...

Where is she?

She left you a message.

"Head pats"?

What for?

Meow,

why are you pinning me down again?

Sorry!

I accidentally triggered the spell

when I tilted my head.

You might as well call this
move the k*ller Head Tilt.

Protection fees

are what District Nine businesses pay

for protection from local th*gs.

They pay the Guard every week.

Isn't keeping people safe the Guard's job?

Wasn't this a rule you made?

I never made such a shameless law!

Then it seems

this Guard Captain was
just like the head chef:

another parasite abusing his authority

for personal gain.

People like that

always need somewhere

to hide their stolen wealth.

Just as I thought.

A secret basement.

Whoa.

There's a whole room
of treasure down here!

Altogether, this has to be

worth several hundred million.

Unbelievable.

District Nine always
claimed resource shortages

had ruined its economy and
left its people destitute.

But all along,

these parasites had been
pocketing everything!

He even had the Magic 101 series?

No wonder he could use enhancement magic.

Once I get my body back,

I'll root out every
parasite in every district!

The farther a district is

from the capital, the
less attention it gets.

That's how things ended up this way.

Enough.

Stop taking digs at me.

I know I was wrong.

All right.

Then let's move fast

and take back the throne.

This treasure is just enough
to buy an official post.

No.

This is the people's hard-earned money.

We have to return it.

We're only borrowing it temporarily.

It's all so you can reclaim power sooner

and set the country back
on the right course.

Then how are we any different
from those who abuse power

for personal gain?

This land is my home.

And because of that,

everyone on it is family.

If I make my family suffer

just so I can be king,

if they can't afford food

or sleep in peace,

then how

can this home keep standing?

If a home can't remain a home,

a nation can't remain a nation.

If both are gone,

then what would being king

even mean?

So,

this money goes back to the people.

Without the people,

none of our efforts would mean anything.

What are you doing?

All right.

This time, I'll listen to you.

Where are you taking all that treasure?

Wasn't this your idea?

We're returning it to its owners.

What's going on? It's raining treasure!

Honey, come look! We're rich!

This is great! We can
afford treatment now!

We can buy a new house
and finally have a home!

Well?

Happy now?

Turns out making it
rain feels pretty good!

That was awesome!

That's everything.

Time for the grand finale.

There's more?

Well?

How's that for a grand finale?

What's this move called?

Life in Full Bloom.

Meow,

I warmed some milk.

Did you

set off the fireworks for me?

Lan?

Maybe I shouldn't have
left him that message.

Now he thinks he has a chance

and is getting even bolder
about his feelings.

Here.

Your milk.

Excuse me.

You finally came.

Sorry to disturb you

this late.