01x03 - Master of the Sword

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You haven't changed a bit
in the last three years

You're like a rabid dog.

This is all your fault, you b*stard.

It's all your fault...

that Griffith ended up like this!

sh*t!

-What's wrong with that b*tch?
-You seem worked up...

even though you got
a worse deal than I did.

You're really...

a tough guy.

Zodd the Immortal...

That such a monster
could actually exist is no joke.

But if you look at it differently,

it may prove that there are

beings in this world beyond
the bounds of human intelligence.

For example, gods.

Don't you mean demons?

Aren't they one and the same?

Oh, by the way,

that thing you always
keep around your neck...

When the beast saw it,
he took off like a shot.

What is it?

It's called a Beherit.

I got it a long time ago
from an old fortune teller.

She said those who possess this

are destined to have
the world at their feet

in exchange for their own flesh and blood.

The entire world?

That's f*cking creepy.

Don't startle me.

Isn't it great?

You don't change, do you?

No, I don't.

Why did you do it?

I'm just one of your men.

Why did you save me?

There's no big reason.

Do I need to always have a reason

why I'd sacrifice myself for you?

Um, well...

Have your injuries healed up?

Your Highness...

Hey, Guts...

Hey, you.

You are before the king.

You dare show disrespect?

Raise your heads.

Lord Griffith,

the efforts of your Band of the Falcon

are impressive as ever.

You flatter me, Your Majesty.

Your Highness,

should you be so effusive
to a newly promoted commander?

It is fine.

It is true that many noblemen are unhappy

that a mere commoner has achieved so much.

However, prestige and family heritage
are not enough to win a w*r.

In fact, I am actually placing
a lot of hope in you,

despite your unconventional methods.

You honor me

with your words.

May I ask you who that dame there is?

That is my daughter, Charlotte.

She states she is frightened of warriors

and seldom ventures outside her quarters.

Charlotte, come here.

As she is my only daughter,
perhaps I was too easy on her.

Please accept my apologies, Lord Griffith.

Okay, Charlotte, let us take our leave.

Are you okay, ma'am?

My apologies.

Please stay safe.

Uh... um...

You swine!

No one lays a hand on the princess.

You old b*stard.

My sincere apologies, General Julius.

As long as you got the message.

Let us proceed, Princess.
Your father is waiting for you.

Oh, of course, noble uncle.

Why the hell do we have to swan around
with these f*cking aristocrats?

How idiotic...

It's far better than a battle.

You won't be struck by an arrow

or have your head split in two.

I prefer using my sword.

There he goes again.

Such a murderous fool.

Not again, Corkus...

Shut your mouth!

It's an honor to escort the hunt,

one that was previously only reserved
for hereditary knights.

This is our reward
for fighting hard on the b*ttlefield,

covered head to toe in mud.

This f*ck dares to call it foolish?

Corkus!

If you're so desperate
to swing your sword,

go do it alone, you murderous prick.

Is hunting not for you?

Why do men like drawing blood?

Be it through hunting or w*r...

Princess, just put it to your lips,
like this...

Your Excellency...

Wait for your chance.

Hey, it went that way.

Catch it!

Stop, I beg you.

You're okay now.

Stop, stop, stop.

Are you hurt?

What's wrong?

It was so scary.

I mean,

my heart is still pounding.

I've never felt like this...

It seems as though you
are feeling a bit better.

Why don't we head back?

Everyone must be worried about you.

Griffith!

Griffith!

Guts!

Griffith!

Damn it!

Griffith...

Hey, Princess!

What the hell is going on here?

Where did that arrow come from?

You're hurting me.

Griffith...

Griffith...

Don't cry, Casca.

-Griffith!
-Griffith!

But what about the arrow?

Are you okay?

Don't touch it.

I think it might be poisoned.

That's even worse...

No.

This acted as my shield.

The Egg of the King...

No way!

How is that possible?

That's incredible.

There's no way!

No one could be that lucky.

It's a miracle.

I will take my men and investigate
the woodlands over there.

Griffith,

let's take off your armor
and check for any injuries.

Someone will pay a heavy price

for this poison arrow.

Is she serious?

Woah!

What do you think you're playing at?

Do you think you can

take over my White Dragon Knights
with a display like that?

We are done here.

Father...

I am still...

Master Adonis,

we should tend to your wounds promptly.

It's precisely
because your father cares for you

that he is so hard on you in training.

Please do not resent him.

A m*rder*r?

Who's the m*rder*r?

The second in line
to the throne of this kingdom,

Count Julius of the White Dragon Knights.

The arrow that struck me
was soaked in poison.

It's a lethal poison used for generations
by the royal family in assassinations.

This is dirty business.

Failure is not an option.

And you must not be seen.

That's why I want
to entrust this job to you.

Will you accept?

That's not like you.

No need to explain. Just give the order,
just like usual.

Excuse my forthrightness,
but I believe you are being

a bit harsh on the young master...

Enough, Hassan.

Adonis can't be a child forever.

Would you rather he take over from me

entirely ill-prepared?

-But...
-We are done. Be gone!

Understood.

This is no time for failure.

They made him a hero
for protecting the princess!

Is it just the wind?

Hey, Hassan...

An intruder?

I know you...

You're one...

of Griffith's men...

No, I definitely heard something...

Someone is there.

An intruder!

Woah...

That's Master Adonis.

You b*stard!

Intruder!

sh*t.

sh*t.

He must be close.

Show no mercy.

To attack Master Adonis...

Why? How could they do this?

Find them!

Don't let them leave alive!

There he is!

He is on the western wall.

Surround him!

Fire!

Right now,

Griffith must be eating better food
at the princess' banquet.

That may be so,

but if you were surrounded by strangers,

it wouldn't be any fun at all.

By the way, has anyone seen Guts?

I haven't seen him all day.

He must be off practicing again,
that bloodthirsty fool.

Fill me up, Pippin.

His unit and mine were supposed
to be training together today.

He took off with no reason...

There he is...

Guts!

Where have you been all day?

Where is Griffith?

Griffith has been invited to...

Princess Charlotte's banquet.

He should be at Primrose Hall.

Okay...

I'm not finished with you, Guts.

An arrow wound?

What a nice breeze...

Won't you join me, Princess Charlotte?

Wow...

Thank you.

Wait.

Are you going up there looking like that?

Don't embarrass Griffith.

If you need to talk,
wait until they are finished.

I'm borrowing this.

"Why do men enjoy drawing blood?"

You said that, didn't you, Princess?

Yes.

It is true that men do possess
a savage side.

But that is a tool to obtain and defend

what is precious to them.

It's a double-edged sword.

What is precious to them...

like a lover?

Like the reputation of a knight?

Both are very important.

We fight and die for love and honor.

That is the role of a knight.

But for men,

there is something more precious

that they have likely already encountered.

Something else?

It's not something for others.

It is something you strive for
for yourself...

a dream.

A dream?

Regardless of status, class,
or how one was brought up,

people are always attached
to their dreams.

They are encouraged by their dreams,
and they suffer for them.

They live for dreams,

and they are k*lled by them.

Even after their dreams betray them,

the dreams burn long in their hearts.

For all men,

they must have thought
about it at least once,

living as martyrs
to the gods we call dreams.

I can't stand those who live
without purpose,

just for the sake of living.

My apologies.

That must've been
a boring story for a lady.

No, not at all...

You are quite mysterious, Lord Griffith.

You seem more noble than a nobleman.

But when you taught me
how to blow on leaves,

you were like a child at play.

And now, you are like a philosopher...

I wonder if your friends follow you

because they are attracted by your charms.

They are vital comrades
who have fought many battles by my side.

But...

they're different to friends.

They'd never cling to another's dreams.

They decide their own

paths to walk.

If something stood
in the way of their dreams,

they'd face up to it with all their might,

even if it was I who stood in their way.

In my opinion,

friends are equals.

Lord Griffith.

What is your dream?

Princess!

What is the matter?

It is most awful!

Your uncle, Count Julius, has been k*lled!

What are you saying?

He has been assassinated.

An intruder snuck into his residence.

They even m*rder*d his son, Master Adonis.

The entire castle is in turmoil.

The banquet is to be cancelled,

and you should return to the castle
at once. These are the king's orders.

Soldiers are arriving presently.

Hurry back home.

We're going home, Guts.

If the Tudors did this,
it will surely mean w*r.

Guts?