01x12 - I Didn't Want to Let Go

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You, Jonas. Your fairies, the lot of you.

But, sir, that's not said. Leave.

Well, I've done it this time. Anne.

Listen, I'm sorry about this. There's nothing to apologize for.

You've done so much to help me.

It's not over yet. We'll think of something.

We have to prove that Sammy is at fault.

I guarantee you we won't take this lying down.

All right then. I'll see you tomorrow,

Keith. I look forward to it.

Miss Bridget.

Duck

Sounds like you're having a tough time again.

Never knew there were so many rotten apples attending the Radcliffe School.

Well, you better show them a thing

or two tomorrow. Thank you, ma'am. I'll try.

Jonas.

What an. You need something. Thanks a lot for saving me.

It's fine. I didn't do it for you.

I was scared, so I panicked. Well,

I'm.. Grateful either way. I told you it wasn't about you.

Don't you remember? I hate you an.

So have you figured out what you're

going to do yet? It's none of your business.

I picked out.. The motif for my piece.

Keith complimented my sugar confection today, getting

praise from someone so talented. Of course I'm happy.

You were so excited. If not for yesterday's events,

that might have been a place where you belonged.

Yet having you here with me now

puts me at ease. It's selfish, but..

Shelf and shell. We need to have a talk. It's serious.

I told you I refused to listen

to your serious questions any longer.

But wait. This time it's actually something serious.

It's an silver sugar. It's not right. Not right?

Yes. I was snacking on it. No,

I mean, I was just assessing it for quality.

And for some reason, the flavour and texture weren't quite the same.

That's not the sugar she refined. It's

the mass produced trash that the Radcliffe workshop was making.

Mithril lid pod. Keep this secret from Anne.

Let her enter the contest tomorrow. And don't dare breathe a word.

And what are you going to do? Find her. Silver sugar.

Elliot! It's me. Open this door. Can you come back later?

I'm kind of in the middle of something.

The three of us can go look for it.

To think that they would go switch out the sugar barrels.

If I had to guess, it would have to be.

Trust me. I know what you're thinking.

But if it's true, then we'll need some proof.

Which is why we'll have to enlist

the help of that loudmouth in there.

Come on out, Eliot. It's in regards to Anne Halford.

Please don't say that.. Name right now. Huh?

Anne. She is popular. And cat's here too.

to have so many men fawning over her.

Clearly, all that babying has gone to her

head. Sounds like you know something.

So you're here. By the way. She's

gotten this far because she refuses to stop trying.

No matter what. If anyone's been babied, it is you. Oh.

Great. I worked so hard to console

her while she drank away her heartbreak.

And you just undid all of it. What do you want?

The silver sugar that Anne refined. It seems

to have been switched out with the workshops product. Huh.

But who would waste their time on doing something so petty?

We have an idea. But we need is the evidence.

Do you know where we could find it?

Wait. Stop. When you say the evidence,

do you mean you need the sugar that Anne made?

Sorry, but I'm pretty sure that's impossible now.

When you do something that's bad, you destroy the evidence.

If I had done it, then I would have thrown it away for sure.

Huh? Then how do we fix this?

I saw it. I saw it all.

I know what happened. Who did it? And where.

You can find that girl. Silver sugar.

Right now. Is that true? Certainly.

Then tell me who's the culprit. And where are the barrels?

I am not telling you anything.

I'm not so sure. Mithra. Lid pod.

Is all that true? Huh? Is what true?

You know that story you told me about

Shel going into town to get medicine for his hiccups?

Ah, yes. Fairies get hiccups on occasion. Everyone knows that.

What's wrong? Shel? Is there something going on with you?

Sorry, Anne, but we might be too late.

We just can't convince her to talk. Huh?

Mr. Hingley and I came to the exhibition,

but Charles stayed behind to persuade her.

It's heartbreaking. I could never have imagined

that our one chance to compete would turn out this way.

Wait a minute, Keith. So Chale was

with you until you showed up here. What's going on?

Did no one tell you. Mr. Keith

Powell? Please stay at your table.

This morning I received a note of questionable origin.

It says here. Anne Hallford, who plans

to compete in the sugar confectionery exhibition,

is not worthy of bearing the title Silver Sugar Master.

She lacks the skill necessary to refine silver sugar.

You'll find proof of this in the product she's brought today.

Inspect Halfords stock. You'll find the mass

produced sugar that came from this year's harvest.

That's a lie. With all due respect, you're the Viscount.

You know her abilities better than anyone.

You may offer your opinion when you've been asked. Keith Powell.

The complaints been made, which means we can't

ignore it without facing further issues.

Sadly, you're right, Anne Harford. You understand

that we must inspect your work.

Yes, of course sir. Please do.

For the sake of accountability. I shouldn't

be the only official to investigate it.

So Marcus Radcliffe is going to examine

it as well. I'll remove the lid now.

Ha ha ha. Ha!

There can be no doubt. This is the mass produced silver sugar

that was made at the main Radcliffe

workshop this year. Are you sure? Mm.

Why?

Uh huh. Hey, there's the mail.

It might be something from Millsfield. I'll get it.

You stay. Have a nice chat with

your fairy friend. All right. Bye.

I'll ask one more time. Where's the silver sugar?

Answer me. If you refuse, I'll cut you down.

That would be fine. She'd never be a silver sugar master.

And you would be disposed of as a fairy who k*lled a human.

And since I would want it that way,

it would be a lover's su1c1de.

You want my wing? Is that correct?

Yes I do. Then if I give it to you,

will you tell me everything? Yes.

Now talk. So it's in here.

Kiss me. Shall.

I'll tell you where the silver sugar is hidden.

What's the meaning of this, Harford? Please explain yourself.

I don't know. I swear I refined

my own silver sugar and I used it to create my contest entry.

She did this. She didn't find it herself.

And she doesn't deserve to be here.

You impetuous idiots! I know what it looks like, but she..

Was the one who made a confection

for the former Duke of Felix.

I know this girl. There's no way

she can't refine her own silver sugar.

Be silent. His Majesty, King Edmund the Second is approaching.

What is all this? Downing a scandal?

This girl again. I'm perplexed. Do you enjoy causing constant turmoil?

I'm sorry, sire. I didn't mean to.

I've heard the whole story. The rules are quite clear.

Without silver sugar that you refined for yourself,

you have no right to compete.

To.

Oh, before you go, let me inspect it.

Though it doesn't qualify as an entry.

Even so. My queen desires it.

Exquisite. Ah, Your Majesty. Is there a fairy

whose judgment you trust, regardless of circumstance?

A fairy? Huh? Come out! Clifford! Quickly!

We can always trust him. Thank you. Sire.

An. As a fairy, you can tell

quality sugar by its taste, right?

So if you tried this, you could

prove that I refined it well. Now, please have a taste.

Are you certain? Yes. I hope you like the flavor. Thank you.

Mm. It's delicious. Quite. This confection

was made from a high quality silver sugar.

There's no way it's a mass produced product.

But that's impossible. She would go so far

as to destroy her own masterpiece just to prove her innocence.

What matters is that I made this

piece for my own silver sugar.

That's what I want everyone to know.

I realize that I've disrupted the sugar

confectionery exhibition two times now, and I deeply apologize.

Are quite important. Miss Bridget. This is the daughter of Glen page,

head of the Page Workshop schools.

She says there's something she needs us to know. Proceed.

My name is Bridget Page, sire. I

am deeply honored. Speak your peace.

Your Majesty. I am acquainted with this girl.

I can testify to the whereabouts of

the silver sugar that she refined. Are.

Oh, well, in that case, where is it?

It's in there, inside that tent. You'll find barrels labeled Sammy Jones,

but the silver sugar inside them was not refined by Sammy himself

because an hallford made every bit of it.

That can't be. I'm sorry, Sammy, but I saw everything.

You gathered up your cohorts and quietly

took the barrels from Ann's cart.

I wasn't going to report it, but things have changed.

No, the page school is making a false accusation.

It's a vicious lie. Tell them, Sammy.

Then bring the barrels out to us immediately.

Hmm. It tastes the same. The contents

are without doubt the work of an hallford.

You switched out the silver sugar, Sammy.

How could you do something so reckless? I'm sorry.

Headmaster, please forgive me. Of all times you would do that now?

The silver sugar. I just thought that everything

would be better if I could say that I had made it.

Curse you, you fool, you little worm!

Well, I guess it's not uncommon for sugar artisans to play dirty.

I can't apologize enough for this disgraceful behavior.

Your Majesty, as headmaster of the school,

I will take full responsibility for punishing him.

I can assure you of that. So please have mercy.

Silence! Leave my sight. But, Downing, let us proceed, sire.

An Halford, huh? Your words were true.

You've brought your peace and your silver sugar.

So I won't dismiss you. Oh. Thank you, sire.

Miss Bridget. Thanks so much.

There's no need to thank me. I've been rewarded.

This year's sugar confectionery exhibition will now begin.

Today, we will determine the greatest artisan

in the kingdom and grant him or her

the title of Silver Sugar Master Citizens.

The sugar confections will now be inspected by His Majesty.

What a powerful yet elegant fairy. If anything

could truly be flawless, it would be this piece.

I've never seen a sugar confection that gave

form to its subject so effectively.

Tell me then, who is this craftsman?

That's Keith Powell, sir. The son of

Edward, our previous silver sugar viscount.

I see. Impressive. Well, Keith Powell, sire,

you take after your father. Yes. His

influence is clear in your work

as a faithful imitation of our world. This is perfect.

Unfortunately, imitation is not always seeking.

I see. So that was why. No matter how detailed,

nothing crafted by humans can ever compare

to the beauty of the real thing.

Anne Halford Sugar Confection, for instance, depicts

a fairy wing woven together with climbing roses.

She's given form to something that can

only be described as a vision.

Even the slight damage from the flower

she broke off is somehow still beautiful to me.

I understand, sire.

I'm proud to decree

that this Miss Anne Halford sugar confection

will hereby be awarded this year's Royal Medal.

We will henceforth recognize her as a silver sugar master.

All right.

His Majesty is waiting for you. I really wanted the Royal Medal.

Well, shall we, silver sugar master. For

today and all the rest of your

days live in reverence of the sacred art.

She. Jesus, mama.

Oh. Yes, Your Majesty.

I will devote the rest of my life to sugar confections.

I was an idiot. I spent too much time worrying about you.

But next year, I'll be the one to receive the medal.

When I do, let's compete again.

And by the way, Keith, thank you so much.

I was able to keep on trying because you supported me.

I'm flattered, but you're thanking the wrong person.

Chow's the one who convinced Brigitte to help.

So why don't you go and show him your new medal?

Till next time, Keith. Goodbye. So I

won. They gave me the medal.

You've taken hold of your destiny. So. You don't need me, huh?

Wait a second. What are you talking about?

I have to leave you now.

I don't understand. Did you get tired

of being around me or something?

Tell me. What's the matter with you?

I didn't want to let go.

But why? Well, that's no good. A pretty

girl shouldn't be sitting in the street. You'll ruin your dress.

Mr. Collins. It must be painful not knowing the why.

No. So, since I'm the ally of all women, I'll explain it.

Your fairy friend in order to determine where your silver sugar was.

He had to give his wing to Bridget.

His wing? He sold his freedom to

make sure you'd be all right.

No, please don't go. You can't do this. Wait!

Show. Stop! I don't want us to be apart.

You know. Show. Oh.