01x13 - The Lake and the Green Workshop

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In order to make her tell him
where your silver sugar was, that fairy...

gave his wing to Bridget.

His wing?

For your sake, he sold his freedom.

Anne?

What's wrong?

Dear oh dear.

Sorry. It seems the shock
was too great for her.

You weasel. What did you do?

You handed over Challe's wing?!

You were with him! How could you
let something like that happen?

"Something like that"?
Is there a problem with it?

Anne's silver sugar was returned, wasn't it?

And the price for that was Challe?

Bridget and Challe did the negotiating.

It isn't as if I did anything.

I have deeply misjudged you.

Oh, you're leaving?

Mister Hingley...

Why did Challe go this far for me?

Even if it hadn't worked out this year,
there's always next year.

I'm sorry, Anne.

It's because I told him.

Anne drew too much attention to herself.

With the events of last year's Exhibition,

and those with the former Duke of Philax,
she's become the object of much jealousy.

If you hadn't become
a silver sugar master this year,

then starting next year, you
wouldn't be able to acquire silver sugar.

I told this to Challe.

What do I do? I didn't understand anything.

Anne...

Hey, Anne!

Go to the workshop immediately
and talk to that woman!

You're right.

Let's go, Anne! It will be all right.
I'll be with you, too.

Mithril... Keith...

No, she isn't there.

She's gone back to the main
Paige workshop at Millsfield.

What do you mean?

The thing is, a letter arrived
saying that Mister Glen wasn't well.

Mister Glen?

The master of the Paige school.

That's why she's gone home.

Looks like you're a little too late.

It can't be...

Well, then.

Since I've gained
Master Radcliffe's forgiveness,

I think I'll return to Millsfield.

I am, after all, concerned about
the state of Mister Glen's health.

So... Do you want to come with me, Anne?

You're a silver sugar master now, right?

If you were to work for us at the main
Paige Workshop as a silver sugar master,

then I might be able to create
an opportunity for you to get Challe back.

What do you think?

What are your intentions
in this, Mister Collins?

He's definitely plotting something.

Intentions? Nothing of the sort!
I'm simply being nice here.

Would that mean affiliating
myself with the Paige school?

It would.

I'll go. I'll go to Millsfield.

Anne, it would be better to
think this over carefully.

There's bound to be a hidden angle to this.

If there's something
disadvantageous to you in it, then...

I want to go wherever Challe is.

And if you're saying that you'll let me
work at the Paige Workshop,

then, as an artisan,
I couldn't possibly wish for more!

Very nice.

I've been waiting, you see,
for you to take that sort of attitude.

Are you done packing?

Yes.

We leave in the morning, right?

Yes.

You can't help wondering
about him, huh? Challe fenn Challe.

But, you know, I completely
understand how he feels.

He did what he did because he wanted to.

There's no reason for you
to feel badly about it.

Yes. Thank you.

Still, I want to rescue Challe.

I want him to be free.

Knowing him, he'll probably say something
like, "I never asked for your help."

He might. But I can't not do this.

I'm doing it for myself.

I see.

All right. In that case, let's get him back!

Now that's been decided,
time to fortify ourselves with a meal!

The magnificence that is I
shall fetch us some dinner!

Mithril...

This... was given to me by Challe.

Hey, freshly-made,
hot-from-the-oven Silver Sugar Master.

Hugh?

Something to discuss with me?

Anne, you know that Kat
thoroughly detests me, right?

Well, um...

It's fine. I'm well aware that he hates me.

And that same Kat
came to visit me, which is unusual.

Plus, he said he had a favor to ask.

Anne...

it was about you.

About me?

That's right.

He asked me to use
my authority as Silver Sugar Viscount...

to retrieve Challe, who'd been taken away by
the daughter of the Paige School.

Since he was in charge of
the silver sugar manufacturing,

it seems he feels responsible
in this matter of yours.

But none of it is Kat's fault!

I told him the same.

But he, like someone else I could name,
is a caring person at his core.

Now...

It is possible for me to pressure
the Paige Workshop and get Challe back.

Though it would be a high-handed gesture.

That's...

I'm sorry, Hugh. Please don't do that.

I'm grateful for Kat's feelings,

but if I don't atone for my foolishness
myself, then there isn't any point.

I will free Challe.

I will rescue him with my own strength.

If I don't, then, even with this
Royal Medal that Challe has given me,

I won't be able to proudly
declare myself a silver sugar master!

I win.

What? You win?

I told Kat that you'd probably
say that when I rejected his request.

Even then, he wouldn't back down,
so I made a bet with him.

A bet about whether you'd want me to
get involved or not, you see?

Now that he's lost,
he'll have to do anything I say.

Anything?

Now, what should I have him do?

Something that he'd hate,
that'd make him cry, would be...

Hugh!

Tormenting him has been
a hobby of mine since we first met.

Just give up.

But that's in such poor taste.

I can't help it. He starts mewling
and kicking up a fuss so quickly.

Teasing him is just so much fun!

Anne.

You're serious about going to
get Challe back, aren't you?

In the coming year,

you'll have to work to establish
your position as a silver sugar master.

It's an important time.

If you botch things now, people will say
that your Royal Medal was a fluke.

Especially since you're a woman.

The eyes of the world are harsh.

If in spite of all that, getting Challe back

is the first step to calling yourself
a silver sugar master, then...

I will get him back, no matter what.

This is lovely! Traveling alone
with a girl sets my heart leaping!

Hey! Why are you here?

And what do you mean "alone"? I'm here too!

Oh, sorry. She came with
a little bonus, didn't she?

You can't be serious!

Leaving that matter there...
Anne, is Challe your sweetheart?

What? N-N-No, he isn't!

Then it's a one-sided love?
How heartbreaking!

Oh, it's coming into view.

All of the buildings in that area
are part of the main Paige workshop.

Who are you?

Um, I'm here at
Mister Elliott Collins's invitation.

I've come to work here.

I'm Anne Halford.

Elliott?

And you are...?

Oh dear! I see you've met?

Elliott, what is this?

Anne Halford.

I scouted her in Lewiston.
She's a silver sugar master.

A silver sugar master?

That's right! Adorable, isn't she?

She'll be starting work with us tomorrow.

Play nice, won't you?

What was all that?

That was Orland Langston.
He's our Head of Artisans.

He's very skilled!

We're the same age,
but he's got a difficult personality.

Now, let's go to the main building!

Mister Glen, I've brought
the girl I told you about.

I am Glen Paige. I serve as
the master of the Paige Workshop.

Pleased to meet you. My name is Anne Halford.

I see. You are unmistakably a girl.

But perhaps that is all the more reason.

Please excuse me for meeting you
in this state. I have an illness of the heart.

Obtaining the Royal Medal is
an impressive feat.

You are a silver sugar master.

We are the smallest of the schools,
but you're saying you will work for us?

Yes, sir.

This is about the fairy that Bridget brought
back with her yesterday, isn't it?

Yes! We've traveled together
for so long! That's why I—

If you worked here, would you work
to the full extent of your abilities?

I never cut corners in my work.

I will use my full abilities.

In that case, very well.

I will have you start work tomorrow.

Wait! Father, are you serious?

Yes.

She's a girl!

You told me yourself long ago, didn't you?

You said that it was impossible
for a girl to be a sugar artisan!

And yet you'll hire her?
When I wasn't allowed to pursue it? Why?

In your position as the daughter of
the master of a school, it isn't possible.

That is a truth which will not change.

You understand, don't you?

Do you understand?

Yes.

Miss Bridget wanted to be a sugar artisan?

But, why?

Why is it all right for me but not
the daughter of a school's master?

Apologies for the disruption.
Now, about your work...

I'm going to have you take responsibility
for overseeing all of the work here.

You'll be the Head of Artisans.

What?!

Ordinarily, it should be Elliott's job,

but I'm having him serve as my representative
in matters concerning our school.

Isn't Mister Orland currently...

As a silver sugar master,

it would be unthinkable for you to
work under regular artisans.

It's inevitable that you
would be the Head of Artisans.

But I only just received
the Royal Medal yesterday.

Since you have received it,

being required to work as a silver sugar
master is both natural and your duty.

My duty...

Then, if I run away here, it means
I have no right to the Royal Medal?

I understand.

I will work as the Head of Artisans
of the Paige Workshop!

I have high hopes for you.

To hear Elliott tell it,
you are like the first silver sugar.

The first silver sugar?

You should hear it from Elliott.

And as regards that fairy...

If you work as I hope you will,

I intend to return him to you.

Truly?

Father!

He belongs to me!

You can't mean to—

You are the daughter of the founding family
of the Paige Workshop, are you not?

One day you will marry Elliott
and inherit this school. That is your duty.

You cannot take that fairy with you.

Even if he is a fairy,

I don't think I'd like having my bride
bring another man with her.

But that's...

I hate this! I hate it!

All of you, stop deciding things for me!

Bridget!

Whose daughter are you?

I am...

the daughter of Glen Paige.

I understand. But...

If that girl can't do anything,
then I'm not giving him to her!

I'm sorry, Elliott.

I don't mind at all.

They're horrible. Both Elliott and my father.

The Workshop is the only thing
anyone ever thinks about.

No one ever thinks of me.

Everyone has always been...
They've always been horrible!

That's quite a ruckus.

Elliott has brought Anne Halford here.

You must be happy. I know that.

Anne is going to work here.

And if she does her job well,

Father said he'd give her your wing back.

This is wonderful, Anne!
You can get Challe fenn Challe back!

If everything goes well for you,
it'd make me happy, too.

I did do wrong by you, after all.

When Bridget and Challe were negotiating,

I thought it had to be done to find out
where the silver sugar was,

but at the same time, I thought
it was something I'd be able to use.

What?!

If Challe came here, then Anne
would definitely come after him, right?

You villain!

Does that mean
you did it to have me work here?

Sorry for being a villain.

But, why me?

Hope.

Hope?

Not in the sense of hope for your
future skills as a silver sugar master.

Hope that maybe something new might happen.

The Paige Workshop is too earnest
as it is, in many different ways.

Is that related to the idea of the first
silver sugar that Mister Glen mentioned?

It can't possibly go well for her.

What can a girl who only just became
a silver sugar master yesterday really do?

So, you are going to
continue to belong to me.

That won't change even if that girl is here.

This is an order. You will not,
for any reason, see that girl.

If you do, I will punish you.

Hey, Anne! Look there!

I'm sorry. I never intended to
cause you any suffering.

Just please, don't see her. That's an order.

Challe...

Anne...

Anne, you really love
Challe a lot, don't you?

I'm jealous.

Bridget has never felt
that way about me, you see.

What? Then, why are you engaged?

Because Mister Glen wishes it.

But that's...

Bridget is the same.

His wish alone is enough
to convince both of us.

Is that really true?

I admit defeat in the face of that question!

But that's exactly why I have
such high hopes for you.

This is the workshop building.

Oh, no one's here.

Maybe they haven't gotten back yet?

Do you mean the artisans?

Yes. They'd all gone out
for silver sugar refining.

It's completely different from
the Radcliffe Workshop, isn't it?

It's because we're a small organization.

Even here at the main workshop,
if you count me and Orland,

there are a total of five artisans.

A total of five? What about apprentices?

We don't have any.

There are some fairies who do housework
at the main building, but that's everyone.

Then, there's truly only five of you?

Yes. Five total.

And I'm sure you'll understand from this...

the truth is that the Paige
Workshop is in dire straits.

We have five artisans, and our sugar
confection orders have noticeably declined.

Which is why I have high hopes that
you'll rebuild our workshop, Anne.

I'll be counting on you from day one!

Right...

With only five artisans,
how will I rebuild the Workshop?

Challe! But why?

I saw you from the window.

Don't wander about dressed like that.

What?

Oh, j-just a moment!

Why did you come here?

I heard about the silver sugar, so I—

I decided upon that action myself.

It has nothing to do with you.

Yes... it does.

It was my decision.

Still! I am going to set you free
no matter what, Challe!

Are you an idiot?
For now, just look this way!

But, I mean—

Th-Thank you.

I... want to stay with you.

And with Mithril Lid Pod, too.
I want the three of us to stay together.

Accustom yourself to my being gone.

I don't want to accustom myself to that!

Stop babying yourself. If that's
the only reason you're here, then leave.

That isn't all!

Challe, I have to save you.

If I don't, then I can't say that I became
a silver sugar master by my own strength!

Your own strength?

If things stay like this, then I'll have become a
silver sugar master through your strength, Challe.

That's how I'll always feel!

That's why I will use my own strength,

my strength as a sugar artisan, to save you, Challe.

If I do that, then I should be able to
proudly state that I am a silver sugar master!

You truly are an idiot.

You're calling me an idiot again?

If you say that this is
so that you can feel proud,

then I can't drive you away. Anne.

I've never been saved by anyone.

You say you will save me,
so what do I need to do?

Tell me.

I-I don't think the one being saved
needs to do anything.

Just... if you'll wait for me...

If you tell me to wait, then I will.

Then... please, wait.

I will wait for you.

The Lake and the Green Workshop

Embarking on a Challenge Once Again