01x03 - Night of Miracles

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G: Hey, talk about a reversal of fortunes, huh?

Ser: What was that?

Title: Night of Miracles

G: She can't see you?

G: What does that even mean?

P: Well, how should I explain?

P: Oh, an old fortune teller with the traveling entertainers used to say that...

P: Um, those with a rigid world view can't see fae.

P: I think that was it...

G: I see.

G: A rigid world view, huh?

P: Guts!

G: I know.

G: Here they come.

F: My allies?

F: What?

F: What's happening?

G: Take a good look, with wide-open eyes.

G: They're miracles, sent to this world by God,

G: that you can't see just by worshiping an idol.

G: I see it now.

F: What is that?

G: That's where I was headed to begin with.

G: Though there's been lots of interference.

F: What's there?

G: Didn't you want to know what I was after?

F: Eh?

G: It's just as well.

G: I'll tell you now.

Ser: That is...

Ser: The estate of Count Lansdown, who governed Midland's western outskirts.

Ser: Loving hunting and hounds, he built this manse at which to while away his idleness.

Ser: The fire five years ago, which k*lled the count and his retainers,

Ser: should have reduced it to mere ruins...

Ser: Come to think of it,

Ser: reports said that travelers and pilgrims often go missing in these parts.

G: What a sad end for the former hounds.

G: They're excited by the smell of blood.

F: Impossible.

F: How can such things...

G: ...even exist?

G: That's why I called them miracles.

G: How can you be terrified of such a great opportunity?

G: As a believer, don't you have some phrase?

G: You could say, "Dear God..."

G: I've had my fill of miracles.

G: Enough to make me puke.

G: Come with me, or you'll be devoured!

F: Where am I?

P: Man, that was tough...

G: What, you even brought the horse?

P: Hey, Guts!

P: You seem not to have gotten it through your skull—

G: Yeah, I know...

G: I'll never forget that you brought me all the way here, horse.

P: Very good.

P: Man, those are a lot of heads.

P: Humans, I tell you...

P: Oh, Divine Lord, show mercy.

G: What's wrong?

P: Oh, nothing really.

Ser: What in the world is this?

Ser: What misshapen, abhorrent creatures...

Ser: Does this have to do with what Revelations foretold, as well?

F: Serpico?

G: Don't!

G: That idiot!

F: A man?

F: Who are you?

Keeper: That's my line.

Keeper: I am this place's keeper of the hounds.

F: Very well...

F: First, untie me!

F: I'll see that you are rewarded handsomely for your aid!

F: I am...

F: I am in this state for reasons I cannot say,

F: but I am a legitimate Holy See knight.

F: I will ensure you are well-received.

Keeper: Meat...

F: What?

Keeper: It's easier to eat the way it is...

Keeper: H-H-Hounds!

Keeper: Don't be cruel to the hounds!

Keeper: They're my... my family.

Keeper: Don't hurt them!

Keeper: You... You'll pay for this!

Keeper: Even the master of the house...

Keeper: is fed to the dogs if he... if he is cruel to them!

G: You k*lled the master of the house?

Keeper: No, I ate him.

Keeper: I... I haven't smelled anything this good in a long time.

Keeper: A high-quality noblewoman...

Keeper: I kn-know... y-your smell...

Keeper: That was the best prey.

Keeper: You are a survivor from that day?

G: I won't be lame and try to go easy with my injuries.

G: I couldn't care less if my arm gets ripped off.

G: For the first time in a long while, I remember

G: how it felt at the start of all this.

G: Thanks, it feels like crap.

Keeper: Me... Me, too.

Keeper: Thanks.

G: See, he's finally here.

G: My target, the one you wanted to know about...

G: The Apostle.

F: Apostle?

G: That's right.

G: Eradicating every last one of these Apostles...

G: That is my goal.

Keeper: Th-The moment that brand marked you...

Keeper: Your... Your fate was set in stone.

Keeper: You're just p-prey... meat... hunted...

Keeper: s-struggling... crawling!

Keeper: Like I said...

Keeper: Don't be cruel to the hounds!

P: Guts, above you!

G: Right!

P: What's wrong with you, Guts?!

P: Do it like usual!

Keeper: Meat... Meat!

Keeper: Meat... Meat...

G: I'm tough and taste like sh*t...

Keeper: It'll be fine.

Keeper: After eating you,

Keeper: I'll c-cleanse my palate... with the woman-meat.

Keeper: Th-That woman... is like the lady.

Keeper: A noblewoman...

Keeper: So soft.

Keeper: M-Melting in your mouth...

P: The lady?

Keeper: Th-The flavors are coming out.

Keeper: Humans who oppose us...

Keeper: are just food.

G: I gotta say, when it comes to eating, you have no table manners.

Keeper: Yeah.

Keeper: M-Meat has high... and low grades...

Keeper: People nice to me have... s-soft, sweet meat.

Keeper: M-Meat from those... who call me ugly... a-and inferior is low-grade!

Keeper: Smelly meat... tough meat...

G: Then I doubt I'd taste good.

Keeper: No hurry.

Keeper: I'll know soon enough!

P: Hey, Guts!

P: Th-This is real.

P: This is a real, preserved human being!

Keeper: Don't touch her!

Keeper: Don't...

Keeper: Don't touch the lady!

Keeper: My lady!

Keeper: Sh-She believed in me.

Keeper: They looked down... on me

Keeper: as ugly and inferior.

Keeper: The lady was the only one... who believed me, and I...

Keeper: M-My lady!

G: So you dressed up the half-eaten remains as a tribute to her?

G: Talk about twisted to the core.

P: Guts...

G: I will eradicate every last Apostle.

G: I'll give you a clean death, so talk.

G: How can I find them?

Keeper: Them?

G: The God Hand.

Keeper: I... I don't know!

Keeper: I know nothing about them.

Keeper: They are special...

Keeper: R-Really, I d-don't know!

Keeper: I said I don't know!

F: I don't understand.

F: I can't think of anything!

F: Not even a single prayer!

Keeper: I... I don't... know...

G: I see.

F: I'll ride this horse!

Horse: Nope.

Horse: I'll ride woman.

Horse: Female. Meat.

Horse: Delicious!

F: No!

G: Don't run around if you want to live.

F: Ye...

Yes.

F: I'm just running around,

F: trembling with fear.

F: I couldn't even beseech God.

F: And I call myself His servant...

F: I've said His name a million times.

F: But I am only

weak,

F: wretched,

and powerless.

Apostle - Evil: Just powerless?

Apostle - Evil: Just powerless, so you are innocent?

Apostle - Evil: Don't deceive yourself with pretty words.

Apostle - Evil: Within you lies

Apostle - Evil: a dark desire you cannot tell anyone else about.

Apostle - Evil: You felt it...

Apostle - Evil: You felt a dismal lust as you struck that man.

Apostle - Evil: That wasn't the only time...

Apostle - Evil: Even when whipping yourself in the name of atonement,

Apostle - Evil: you found pleasure within that agony...

Apostle - Evil: There is no God in any of it.

Apostle - Evil: This festering desire is the only truth.

Apostle - Evil: God is too far removed from the likes of you.

P: Guts...

G: Hey.

G: What do you think you're doing?

P: Guts, she's...

G: You let yourself get possessed...

F: Pull this sword up very slowly...

F: Feel it with me... This pleasure.

F: Slowly tear me apart.

F: No!

G: Hey, you...

F: k*ll him.

F: k*ll that man.

F: Right now, right here!

Ser: Please calm down, Lady Farnese.

Ser: I don't know what happened,

Ser: but our original mission was to capture him, remember?

Ser: You should avoid being swayed by—

F: I don't care!

F: k*ll him!

Ser: To be blunt, I can't. Not me.

Ser: You saw it yourself, Commander. He has superhuman strength.

Ser: I'd just die a meaningless death—

Ser: Ow.

Ser: Oh, Commander!

Ser: There you go, making our commander cry again.

G: Not my problem.

Ser: Well, we shall take our leave.

Ser: That is, if you are willing to let us go.

G: I think I owe you one.

Ser: Well, I suppose so.

G: Heh, fine.

G: Not a bad move, drawing your sword like that.

Ser: I'll say the same.

Ser: You are formidable.

Ser: So, till we meet again.

G: Hey, wait!

Ser: For now, it is farewell.

Ser: Same to you, pipsqueak.

Ser: What a joker.

P: But you know, I feel kind of sorry for that Farnese girl.

P: She's like, all tightly wound.

G: I'm the one who's wound up.

G: First a ghost, and now a cleric.

G: Talk about annoying.

Ser: Commander, wait for me!

FP: I have to k*ll him.

FP: I have to.

FP: I have to!

FP: If I don't silence him...

FP: If he continues to live, I...

Narr: They saw the same visions in their dreams.

Narr: There were villages decimated by disease,

Narr: and nations overrun by armies that commanded giant beasts.

Narr: There were cities crushed by earthquakes,

Narr: and towns swallowed by floods.

Narr: The Sun hidden by a thick, black smoke,

Narr: and wandering throngs of starving people.

Narr: There were bodies of entire families, and bodies of their neighbors.

Narr: Each saw a myriad of varieties,

Narr: but all pointed toward a singular intent.

Narr: Each enduring their own night,

Narr: the people were trapped in true darkness

Narr: that enveloped their shared world.

Narr: And amidst the ensuing chaos,

Narr: they observed with keen interest

Narr: a shining hawk, piercing the infinite gloom,

Narr: and descending upon the bloodstained land.

Narr: They knew immediately

Narr: that this was their greatest desire.

King: Charlotte...

King: Charlo...

Servant: Doctor?

Phys: Please bring his relatives.

Phys: Quickly, I beg you.

Nobles: At last...

Nobles: At long last, we'll have a new queen.

Nobles: Her Majesty, Queen Charlotte.

Nobles: Given her nature, she will appoint a regent.

Nobles: We should plan accordingly...

Laban: Do those dolts even understand what's happening?

Laban: It was only thanks to His Majesty

Laban: that we survived the w*r with Chuder.

Fos: The hawk...

Fos: The hawk will return.

Laban: The hawk...

Laban: A strange hawk of light that

Laban: the people of Windham... nay, all of Midland saw in dreams.

Laban: Though His Majesty was noble and just,

Laban: he became inscrutable in many of his actions after the Battle of Doldrey.

Laban: The Band of the Hawk's alleged treason...

Laban: Did that really happen?

Maid: Your Highness, please open the door!

Laban: What is the matter?

Maid: General Laban, well,

Maid: Her Highness hasn't left her chambers in five whole days.

Maid: Only her favorite lady-in-waiting is allowed to enter.

Maid: She's trying to persuade Her Highness right now, but...

Anna: Your Highness...

Anna: Your Highness!

Laban: Allow me!

Laban: Your Highness,

Laban: His Majesty is in critical condition!

Anna: Your Highness!

King: Griffith...

King: Where are... you now?

Ch: Father!

Citizens: His Majesty has passed away.

Citizens: Now, of all times?

Citizens: What will happen now?

Ch: Please save me, Lord Griffith!

Kid: The mountain's moving.

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