02x16 - Forest of Demonic Beasts

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F: Please guide us.

I: If you say enemies can become friends overnight,

I: maybe you should throw yourself on the ground and apologize, eh?

I: Can you manage that, you smug noble?

F: This is all I can do now.

F: I swear I shall make amends.

G: Why are priests and nobles so over the top?

G: Do what you want.

F: Th-Then...

I: Well, that was quick.

G: I don't need you to make amends or apologies.

G: I k*lled your guys, too. It goes both ways.

G: But no thanks to being your guide.

G: Not my thing.

G: I don't know what you want to learn, but do what you like.

G: Stay out of my way, and I won't interfere.

F: We are grateful.

G: No need for that yet.

G: Coming with us means you won't be able to sleep at night.

P: They're coming, Isidoro!

I: I know!

Ser: Lady Farnese, please keep the fire going!

F: I... I am ready!

F: No, Casca!

F: You cannot wander around!

G: Here they come!

I: Come at me, you ghouls!

Title,Sign : Forest of Demonic Beasts

I: Take that...

P: Oh, tasty!

Ser: I tried adding marrow from the fox we caught yesterday.

I: Why?

P: Pico, you do good work!

G: Think of your size. Why hold your sword over your head?

G: If you want to become a sellsword, use your brains.

Ser: Would you like more salt?

I: What if I get brain damage before I get the chance to think?

P: We did have a workout earlier...

P: Dropey, it's almost dinnertime.

P: Get Farnese and Casca will you?

I: You guys are getting good at this domestic life thing.

Ser: Lady Farnese, these are...

F: Mushrooms.

F: I found them earlier.

Ser: They're poisonous.

Ser: We can't eat them.

F: R-Really?

I: Hey! My holiday best!

Ser: You can stop. I'll take it from here.

G: What're you doing?

G: Never mind. Focus on protecting Casca and the fire!

F: I am so useless.

F: It's laughable, really.

F: I have been quite cruel to you.

F: I apologize.

F: I never realized my insignificance.

F: Casca, please wait a moment.

F: This will add to our provisions, at least a bit.

F: Huh?

F: Damn you.

F: I failed...

F: Let us return, Casca.

F: Casca?

F: Casca!

F: It's... It's my fault!

F: Casca!

F: What should I do?

F: I don't even know the way back.

F: Cas—

F: Someone!

F: Serpico...

P: Oh, there she is.

P: Over here!

Ser: Lady Farnese, you're unharmed.

I: Man, not a care in the world, huh?

I: And we were all scrambling to protect Casca...

F: Casca!

F: Is Casca all right?

I: She's more than all right.

I: Her stomach led her back before dinner.

I: Good, we can finally get some sleep.

I: Don't cause so much trouble, okay?

I: Why is the babysitter getting lost?

F: Serpico?

Ser: Yes, my lady?

F: I have caused you trouble.

F: What's wrong?

Ser: Nothing, my lady.

Ser: Are you returning to the Holy See?

F: Who...

F: Who would go back?

Elder: If you're heading to the Port of Vritannis, be careful.

Elder: It's become a garrison for the allied forces.

Elder: I hear the Kushans are about to start a major battle there.

Elder: Even if the allied forces repel the Kushans,

Elder: they'll carve up the kingdom amongst themselves.

Elder: Midland may even cease to exist...

Elder: Well, not that any of that matters to us shepherds.

Elder: Are you a Midlander?

Elder: Things must be difficult for you.

G: No, we were only living there for a while.

Elder: Oh, I just remembered!

Elder: Beware if you're taking that path,

Elder: especially around the pass.

I: What the hell, Gramps?

I: Are you saying bandits are about?

Elder: That wouldn't be so bad,

Elder: but what's out and about aren't human folk.

Elder: They're trolls!

I: Trolls?

I: sh*t...

I: How can I land one hit on Guts?

P: Wouldn't you have better luck throwing stones?

I: Unless I use the sword, it's pointless.

P: Your skills with rocks aren't bad, though.

I: Well, sure.

I: Got meat.

P: A double throw, huh? Clever.

I: Ow!

I: sh*t! That didn't work, either!

G: Not bad.

G: You were doing well that time.

G: But if you always att*ck from below, the opponent will anticipate you.

G: You need to figure out how to be less predictable.

G: About your last att*ck,

G: you should aim for gaps in the armor.

G: You're not strong enough to pierce it.

I: I see...

I: Hey, is this good enough?

G: What?

I: Isn't training usually

: practicing basics for a long time and inheriting techniques and stuff?

G: You're practicing basics every day.

I: But...

G: Do you plan to only go into battle

G: after training for dozens of years and becoming a master swordsman?

G: That's a pretty long game.

I: N-No, I don't!

G: Then you need to manage with what you have now.

G: Isn't that what you've been doing all this time?

Ser: You are kind to him.

Ser: If it isn't too much trouble, could you help me gather firewood?

Ser: Well, these are a little damp...

G: Let's just get down to it.

Ser: What do you mean?

G: Drop the act.

G: You wanted privacy, so we could finish the duel.

Ser: What are you talking about?

Ser: I wanted to get to know you better. That's all.

Ser: Have a heart-to-heart.

G: Huh?

G: You aren't making any sense!

G: If you don't want to fight, I'm off.

Ser: To be completely honest, I'd like you to die.

G: You finally have the same look as when we fought.

Ser: But this is what Lady Farnese wants.

Ser: The look on her face, like a child who's just sobbed her heart out.

Ser: I've never seen her so vulnerable.

Ser: You've changed her.

Ser: Well, as long as Lady Farnese chooses to continue her journey,

Ser: I intend, as her aide, to maintain good relations with you.

G: You worry too much.

I: What the hell?

I: What's going on?

I: Hey! Bandits?

I: All right!

I: Are you okay?

P: He isn't human!

I: What?

I: What the...

Elder: But what's out and about aren't human folk.

I: So this is what he meant!

I: I'll handle this.

Iva: Oh, my.

Iva: He's going to die.

Iva: What are you going to do?

I: I'm not scared of you...

I: You rotten monkey!

I: I'll get ya!

P: Isidoro!

I: I... I'm gonna die!

I: Berries?

Schierke: Don't move.

Schierke: Look all around you.

I: Wh-When'd they show up?

Schierke: The rest of you, come here.

Schierke: Listen to me.

Schierke: No matter what happens, do not leave or break this circle.

I: Wh-What's this?

P: It's magic!

P: This is a magical ritual!

F: Magic?

F: Then, is she...

Iva: That's right. She's a witch, see? A witch.

P: A fae like me...

P: It's been too long!

Iva: Hey, who do you think you are?

Iva: Yodo hegh vau hegh.

Iva: Adonai tsabaut.

Iva: Eghehyeh...

Iva: Argrah.

I: They're everywhere!

I: Wh-What the...

I: Wow.

I: What's going on?

Schierke: I say this with the best of intentions,

Schierke: but you should leave as soon as possible.

I: N-No need for you to worry.

I: We're used to monsters like them.

Sch: Excuse me, but with your sword skill,

Sch: you won't survive another encounter.

I: What?!

I: H-Hang on a second, hag!

I: Wh-What the...

I: These don't belong to no hag.

I: I mean, there's hardly anything!

I: You're just a kid?

G: Hey, what's wrong?

Ser: Lady Farnese!

G: What happened here?

F: Well...

Sch: What's with those two?

Sch: It's as if they attract distortions.

I: Damn it all...

I: That witch girl!

G: You did well.

G: You have my thanks.

I: Coming from you, it just makes me all itchy.

P: Well, ultimately, the little witch saved us, including the monkey.

G: I don't want anything like that to happen again.

Ser: She's grown quite fond of you, Lady Farnese.

F: Y-You think so?

I: Hey! Stop!

I: Stop it!

I: Stop!

I: Stop, I said!

: Stop! Hey, stop!

I: Huh? What?

P: Okay... There you go.

Ser: What happened?

Morgan: We were att*cked by trolls.

Morgan: There were five others with me, but everyone else was...

Morgan: But I can't just return to our village.

Morgan: There's a place I need to go.

Morgan: I am Morgan, of Enoch Village.

Morgan: Travelers such as you may not know this,

Morgan: but tales of fae and witches have always been told in these parts.

Morgan: Even still, not many of us believed those tales.

Morgan: At least, not until that fateful night.

I: What fateful night?

Morgan: A band of trolls att*cked the village.

Morgan: They came, like something out of the pages of a tale,

Morgan: appearing from the darkness.

Morgan: Ever since that day, our world was changed forever!

Morgan: It's as if our lives were a lie.

Ser: So do you bear a message to your lord?

Morgan: Our lord has gone to Vritannis for battle.

Morgan: The fortress is empty.

Morgan: Even if I took him the news,

Morgan: I doubt he'd send men because he'd think trolls don't exist!

I: What's your plan, then?

Morgan: We counter the legend with another legend.

Morgan: A witch... That's who we're thinking of asking for help.

I: A witch?

Morgan: They say a witch's house stands deep in this forest.

Morgan: It's said that only those invited by the mistress

: of the house are allowed to reach it.

I: Does that mean this forest is under a witch's spell?

I: Wouldn't that mean looking for her is pointless?

Morgan: From time to time,

: children in the village claim to have seen the house.

Schierke: Someone has breached the barrier.

Schierke: Elementals...

P: What is this?

I: W-Wow...

Morgan: I knew it wasn't a dream!

Morgan: No one believed me.

Morgan: And after so many years, even I thought I had dreamed it.

I: That witch girl must be here, too!

G: What is this strange sensation?

G: Isidoro!

G: Get away from there!

I: Huh?

I: What?

I: What's with the dumb-looking statue?

I: What a laugh! Er, uh...

Morgan: Wait... Let me speak to it.

Ser: Morgan!

G: That thing won't listen to you!

G: Stay back, Gramps.

I: sh*t! It regrew its arm!

G: A ghoul?

G: Could it serve the apostles?

Ser: This is...

I: Creepy fucks!

I: Wh-What's up with them?!

G: There's no end to them.

Iva: Hey, look! Look at that man's sword!

F: No!

Ser: That's...

Ser: Everyone,

Ser: the golems have a small doll embedded near the symbols on their chests.

Ser: Once you remove the dolls, they cannot regenerate!

Iva: Oops, they figured it out.

G: I see.

G: Now that we know...

I: Isidoropkick!

: Yes!

Iva: What now, Schierke?

Iva: They'll destroy every single one!

Schierke: I have no choice.

Flora: Enough.

F: Wh-What happened?

I: They suddenly stopped moving.

I: I knew it was her!

F: The witch!

Schierke: Everyone, this way, please.

Schierke: My mistress will see you.

I: Oh, yeah? Great!

I: I'll fight her!

Ser: What will we do?

G: We did get an invitation.

G: Let's go meet this witch.

I: Wow, this is fun!

I: It's more like a nest than a house.

I: I feel like I've turned into a squirrel.

Sch: You, there.

Sch: Don't touch anything on the desk without permission.

Iva: What a kid!

I: Wait, so you aren't the witch people talk about?

Sch: I am Schierke, and I am still an apprentice.

Iva: I am Ivalera, her guardian.

I: Oh, so you're just a trainee.

I: I'm Isidoro.

I: You did quite a number on me!

I: Thanks to you, I was living in my ancestors' shoes for a half day.

Sch: That was because you grabbed me in a strange manner!

I: Strange?

I: Just tell me what you mean.

I: I'm only a monkey, so...

Sch: Like I said, a strange manner!

Iva: Her boobs.

Sch: L-Like I said...

Iva: Boobs!

G: Quit it. It's getting on my nerves.

G: Anyway, can you take us to her already?

G: The one you call your mistress?

Sch: This way, please.

Sch: I brought them, mistress.

Flora: Welcome to the mansion of the spirit tree.

Flora: Please forgive the discourtesy of my apprentice.

Flora: She was only concerned for my safety.

I: So she's the witch?

I: I totally thought she'd have

: a pointy noise and be all shriveled, like some monster...

Sch: H-How dare you?

Flora: Why, thank you.

Flora: I'll take that as a compliment.

Morgan: Fifty years ago, the medicine you gave me

Morgan: saved my mother from certain death.

Morgan: I can't believe my eyes... You look exactly the same.

Flora: I remember you.

Flora: You were the boy from back then.

Flora: It has been a while.

Flora: You've never taken the life of any of my brethren.

Flora: But if you had, it would have been a sin shared by all who serve God.

Flora: I would not seek retribution from you alone.

F: How did she know?

Flora: As for you two who bear the brand...

G: How did you know that?

Flora: I am glad I could meet you.

Flora: I have been waiting for you.

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