Arthur: You're late.
Arthur: Ten minutes late.
Driver: I-I'm so sorry, sir.
Marie: The driver's a dead man this time for sure.
Arthur: Oh well.
Arthur: Marie, you get in first.
Marie: Master Arthur isn't angry?
Marie: How come?
Driver: Master Arthur, I wish you a very happy birthday today.
Marie: It's... his... birthday?!
Marie: How could I not have known it was such a big day for the guy I like?
Arthur: My birthday... My least favorite of all the days in the year.
Arthur: It gives people a pretext to send me gifts, all rigged with blades or bombs.
Arthur: My birthday meals are always poisoned.
Arthur: My party always gets canceled due to b*mb threats.
Arthur: And my birthday brings back memories I hate to even—
Arthur: No, never mind.
Arthur: The one fond memory I do have
Arthur: is from the year my father took me in as a stepchild.
Arthur: He took time out of his busy schedule for me,
Arthur: and we had birthday cake together.
Marie: Birthday cake...
Marie: Before I ended up in extreme poverty,
Marie: I got one every year. It made me so happy.
Marie: That settles it! When we get back to the mansion, I'll bake a cake!
Marie: After all,
Marie: birthdays are supposed to be joyous occasions.
Fan Club Girls: Arthur!
Fan Club Girls: Please accept these birthday presents from us!
Arthur: Sorry.
Arthur: I've decided not to accept any presents from classmates.
Arthur: I hate to ask, but please take them back.
Arthur: Marie, help return them all.
Marie: Yes, sir.
Bridget: Hey, you.
Bridget: Do you have a moment to talk after school?
Bridget: Marie!
Bridget: How would you like to be friends with us, the Arthur Fan Club?
Marie: The what?
Bridget: Also known as the Society for Wanting Arthur to Look at You Like You're Trash!
Bridget: He's a misanthrope through and through.
Bridget: When we say hello, he responds with an awkward smile to be polite.
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Bridget: You can just tell he thinks we're a nuisance!
Bridget: And we love it!
Bridget: In any case, I trust you nowunderstand how we feel.
Bridget: So please, take these.
Marie: I'll check with Master Arthur. Just in case.
Bridget: Thank yo—
Marie: But will you really be my friends?
Marie: I'm glad.
Marie: I like Master Arthur too.
Bridget: My! Don't tell me you're one of those people!
Bridget: To be clear, falling in love is a serious offense within the fan club.
Bridget: Why, you ask? Because Arthur is just too wonderful.
Bridget: Falling in love with him is beyond presumptuous.
Bridget: So give up like the rest of us!
Marie: No, thank you.
Signs: What's wrong with falling in love?
Fan Club Girls: Are you picking a fight with us?!
Amy: Bring it on!
Marie: So the cookie crumbles.
Marie: Is falling for Master Arthur really so wrong?
Bridget: Arthur...
Arthur: Fool around too much and you'll get hurt.
Bridget: W-We're so sorry!
Bridget: Please excuse us!
Marie: I'm saved.
Arthur: Marie, what happened? Are you all right?
Marie: Er, we were just... playing tag.
Arthur: Oh, is that all? I'm glad.
Arthur: Student council business will keep me late today.
Arthur: Would you go home without me?
Marie: Certainly, sir.
Marie: As long as I mix in lots of tasty things, it will come out fine... won't it?
Signs: Tasty
Signs: Tasty
Signs: Ultra Tasty
Noah: That wasn't nice.
Noah: Give me a break. My left arm hasn't fully recovered yet.
Marie: I will not relent.
Marie: Anyone who wants Master Arthur dead must—
Noah: Relax. I'm taking a break from hitman gigs.
Noah: I won't do anything to hurt Arthur.
Marie: Then what are you doing here?
Noah: Isn't it obvious?
Noah: I'm here for that cake.
Marie: You think I'd give it to you?
Marie: This is Master Arthur's birthday cake.
Marie: Let me bake in peace.
Noah: Let me give you some baking tips, then.
Noah: Baking is a chance to slip a foreign substance into your target's body.
Noah: You have to make sure you get the job done.
Marie: Oh, my cake...
Marie: And what in the world is this funny smell?
Noah: Hey, don't look at me.
Noah: You just suck at baking.
Noah: I was hoping to snag that cake, but it looks nasty, so I'll pass.
Noah: See you. Good luck with the whole doomed love thing.
Noah: Anyway, I can't believe how full of holes the mansion's security is.
Noah: Maybe I'll drop in again to check out Marie in her maid outfit.
Marie : Flick.
Marie : Maximum priority threat detected.
Marie : Now commencing mincing.
Marie : Hamburg steak time.
Noah: If Marie 's around, I'd better call off any more visits.
Noah: Off I go.
Marie : Hamburg steak time.
Marie : Reengaging deactivated security system.
Marie : Establishing patrols.
Marie: It ended up a far cry from how I imagined it,
Marie: but I'm glad it looks decent now that I've wrapped it.
Marie : Initiating power mode.
Marie: M-My cake!
Marie : I-I'm terribly sor—
Marie: It's fine.
Marie: To be honest, I didn't do a great job making it.
Marie: Forget it and focus on increasing patrols.
Marie : Oh, of course. Understood.
Marie: I guess I won't give it to him after all.
Bridget: Beyond presumptuous!
Noah: Good luck with the whole doomed love thing.
Marie: Besides, who knows if he'd even accept it, coming from me?
Marie: Moreover, he deserves betterthan a failed attempt like this.
Marie: If I'm just going to embarrass myself, I shouldn't bother—
Arthur: What are you up to, Marie?
Marie: W-Welcome home, Master Arthur.
Arthur: Thanks. It's good to be back.
Arthur: I had an extra exhausting day.
Arthur: Dodging presents after school was hard work.
Arthur: If only I could take people's goodwill at face value...
Arthur: But after what I've been through, I can't bring myself to trust any of them.
Arthur: In the end, today wasn't a good day for anyone.
Arthur: It's no wonder I hate birthdays.
Marie: Birthdays are supposed to be joyous occasions.
Marie: That's right. I didn't want Master Arthur to hate this day.
Marie: Master Arthur,
Marie: happy birthday.
Marie: Even if you hate today,
Marie: I wanted to celebrate it.
Marie: So I downloaded a recipe and tried making... this.
Arthur: Of course.
Arthur: I don't have to feel blue every time my birthday comes around anymore.
Arthur: I have you.
Marie: Master Arthur...
Marie: I'm here for you.
Marie: And I'll stay here...
Marie: right by your side.
Narrator: Marie got the sugar and salt mixed up.
Signs: Marie got the sugar and salt mixed up...
Arthur: It's good.
Arthur: There's something I've wanted you to do for me for a while now.
Arthur: Change into this dress.
Arthur: May I open the door?
Marie: Yes, go ahead.
Arthur: Pardon me.
Marie: Master Arthur, that outfit...
Arthur: You look lovely...
Arthur: Miss Marie.
Arthur: Not quite there...
Arthur: Okay.
Arthur: That's better.
Marie: Master Arthur is so good at this.
Arthur: I'm always getting you to help me with things, you know?
Marie: Th-This is so embarrassing!
Arthur: You needn't do a thing, Miss Marie.
Marie: He's doing all these lovely things for me,
Marie: so why do I feel so conflicted?
Hitman : Master Arthur, I've got a whole heap of gifts for you, sir.
Arthur: Wait there.
Arthur: I know I left instructions to leave all deliveries outside.
Arthur: Are you new?
Hitman : What kind of birthday is that?!
Marie: That's my cue to step in.
Arthur: After last time, I upgraded to something strong enough to incapacitate with one jolt.
Marie: But normally I'd be the one to...
Marie: Oh, I get it.
Hitman : Payback time!
Marie: Sorry.
Marie: Would you wait a moment?
Hitman : But I waited like you asked!
Marie: I know why I felt torn.
Marie: Rather than being protected myself...
Marie: Excuse me, Master Arthur.
Marie: I want to be the one protecting Master Arthur.
Marie: Master Arthur, you can do anything you set your mind to.
Marie: I'm sure you fought off assassins before I got here.
Marie: But it's because you can stand strong on your own that I want to protect you.
Marie: Does me protecting you bother you?
Arthur: No, I love you protecting me, Marie.
Marie: I'm glad to hear it.
Mechanical Marie
Marie: Master Arthur collapsed?!
Marie: Have you called the school nurse?
Bob: Not yet. He said to get you right away.
Marie: Master Arthur, Master Arthur...!
Marie: I promised I'd keep him safe!
Bob: He's through that door.
Robot Lovers Club
Marie: Master Arthur?
Robert: Welcome to the Robot Lovers Club!
Johann: Your strength and speed are so astonishing
Johann: that we started to suspect you're really a robot developed by the Zetes Corporation.
Bob: But look how easy it was to trick her.
Member A: She could just be a pretty crummy robot.
Johann: So, basically, we invited you here to study you.
Marie: "Invited" me? You mean you abducted me!
Marie: I need to get out of here, and now.
Bob: Okay, let's take her apart.
Members: Yeah!
Robert: Start by taking her clothes off.
Johann: Has anyone here ever undressed a girl before?
Marie: Stop!
Stop!
Member A: Damn it! We've been set up!
Member B: She's a robot! Who designed her to prey on our consciences like this?!
Member C: We can't go through with it!
Marie: These guys are idiots.
Marie: I'll never get anywhere like this.
Marie: Actually, I have antigravity systems in my feet,
Marie: so I can hover three millimeters off the ground.
Members: What?!
Members: No way!
Members: Like that famous thing?! You know the one!
Members: Talk about high tech!
Marie: However, it would be difficult to show you like this.
Marie: Would you at least untie me from the post?
Members: I've got to see!
Johann: M-Maybe we shouldn't...
Bob: I don't know if I'd call that "hovering."
Johann: It's just regular old jumping, right?
Marie: Even robots lie sometimes.
Members: She's loose!
Members: After her!
Members: This robot's dangerous!
Members: No more Mr. Nice Guy!
Marie: Oh no.
Members: Disassembly time! Everybody get your screwdrivers!
Members: Disassembly!
Members: Disassembly!
Marie: Somebody help me!
Marie: Master Arthur...
Johann: H-How did you find us here?
Marie: Master Arthur!
Arthur: Are you really robotics geeks?
Members: What?! GPS?!
Robert: Stay out of our research!
Arthur: Marie is mine. No one else can have her.
Arthur: I'll keep her safe!
Marie: I want to protect Master Arthur, but he wound up saving me again.
Arthur: Let's go, Marie.
Marie: M-My undergarments...
Marie: I can't let Master Arthur see me in this disgraceful state.
Arthur: You're not damaged, are you, Marie?
Marie: I've got to think fast!
Marie: Who are you? I do not know you. I am afraid.
Arthur: What?
Roy: Marie lost her memory?
Arthur: Yes, that's right.
Arthur: It looks like they did something to erase all her data about me.
Roy: Her data?
Roy: What nonsense is this now?
Marie: I'm sorry.
Roy: Maintenance may fix that.
Roy: I'll take her overnight and—
Arthur: No, I'll figure something out.
Arthur: I'll make her remember no matter what!
Marie: U-Um...
Arthur: Marie, you probably don't remember,
Arthur: but we have seven precepts of flirtation that we follow every day.
Marie: P-Precepts of what?What idiot would follow those?
Arthur: So let's try going through them.
Arthur: It...
Arthur: It may help you remember something.
Marie: Okay, guess I'll play along with these "precepts" and then tell him I remember.
Arthur: First, the good morning hug.
First: The good morning hug
Arthur: Second, holding hands on the way to and from school. With fingers interlaced.
Second: Holding hands on the way to and from school.With fingers interlaced
Arthur: Third, the "say 'ah.'"
Third: The "say 'ah'"
Arthur: Fourth, looking into each other's eyes.
Fourth: Looking into each other's eyes
Arthur: Fifth, the lap pillow.
The lap pillow
Arthur: Sixth, the head pat.
The head pat
Marie: Man, it's been a while.
Arthur: Lastly, the seventh and final precept...
Seventh
Marie: Don't tell me...
Arthur: Would you close your eyes?
Marie: I knew it!
Marie: A kiss...
Arthur: You really don't remember.
Arthur: You've lost all memory of me.
Marie: I do remember.
Marie: After coming into contact with you, Idiscovered girlfriend mode in my core program.
Marie: While analyzing it, I located and restored my data on you.
Arthur: You remember me, Marie!
Marie: Also, we haven't made any formal agreement about flirting.
Marie: You despise lies,
Marie: yet I see you still tell them.
Narrator: "Oh, if only that agreement were real, we could go home hand-in-hand,"
Narrator: they both thought, of the same mind.
Next Time
Next Time
Marie: Kalmia High faces Perennial High in the annual joint sports day.
Marie: Be it a potato sack race or a piggyback battle, I'll go all-out.
Marie: Daryl? Master Arthur's best friend?
Translation: William Varteresian
Timing: Andy EllisEditing: Riley Dalton
Quality Check: Gabriella RamirezTranslation Check: Sho Stifler
"Martial Marie"
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