02x08 - The Hall of the Great Poet

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Are you okay, Orphen?

I'm fine.

Are you sure? You're sweating profusely.

Let's move.

Master.

SORCEROUS STABBER ORPHEN: BATTLE OF KIMLUCK

♪Within the darkness and whimperings,
the soul is sealed from delivering♪

♪It has turned into dust and drifted away♪

♪Thoughts thrive from my voracious skin♪

♪And are frolicking dreamily♪

♪Why is the sky torn apart?
Why have I lost my direction?♪

♪Why is the remaining blaze
within my embrace?♪

♪I rekindle my ardour and hold the bow of God♪

♪I respond to cries and guide their way♪

♪Even if I have become a betrayer,
I will wave away the anxieties♪

♪And sleep within the burning passion♪

♪Even if I have become a betrayer,
I will wave away the anxieties♪

♪And sleep within the burning passion♪

THE HOLY ROOM

Oh, the name of this passage

when it was a fort just came across my mind.

It was called Fort Ragnarök, I think.

Fort Ragnarök?

This is...

Climbing upwards through this hole
to reach the lowest level of the cathedral.

The place above is where Childman Powderfield
sneaked in a decade ago.

The Holy Room.

Azalie must be coming here.

I'm sure about this.

Ambushing in The Holy Room.

How bold they are.

You're braver than me, Salua Solude.

How dare you g*ng up with sorcerers.
What are you up to, Salua?

It seems bravery is useless here.

Leave this to me.

Claiomh, what are you doing?

With this furball,
those fellows will perish into ashes.

We're still at the underground.

If you do so, the cathedral above would
collapse and crush us.

As long as we always do kind deeds,
we'll be protected.

We're facing a dilemma now,
doesn't that mean our daily behaviour is bad?

Salua.

Didn't you cry and
beg for forgiveness previously, did you?

Really? I can't recall that.

Maybe because my fingers were broken off,

my throat and tongue were pierced by needles
back then.

Speaking of which,

I wonder why did you change your mind, Quo?

The weekly routine, final prayers.

Final prayers?

Half a year ago, he suddenly...

Salua!

Let me tell you what you've said.

You were saying that

Mädchen and you wanted to k*ll me

and convince His Reverence to
make all doctrines public across the continent.

Did I say such incredible things
in the interrogation?

Resisting the sorcerers...
No, it's all humans outside the Holy City.

This action would lead Kimluck Church
to destruction.

Just like the pitiful believers of
Dragon Faiths.

Since you have the pope
in the palm of your hand,

I'll eliminate you.

Well, let me tell you something interesting,
brother.

This guy is Krylancelo from The Tower of Fangs.

He's the disciple of Childman Powderfield,
the one you defeated.

I know. That's why I'm here.

Even with "Ifrit" that you're proud of,

as long as I launch attack at the right timing,
you're nothing to be afraid of.

You, who rallied with the cursed sorcerers,

is not eligible to be our compatriot.

Let me finish you off.

Krylancelo, I'll handle Quo.

You go and settle the rest.

Wait, I can't use the sorcery now.

Don't let them find out.
Try any means to settle them.

Those chaplains have never been out of the city.
They fear sorcery.

Orphen, what else can you do without sorcery?

I didn't bring the sword here.
It's hard to deal with them.

Idiot.

Majic, don't.

I'll exercise with great care to avoid failure.
I can do it.

I unsheathe thee, Sword of Light!

Majic!

Wyrdography? The sorcery of the Dragon race.

Ifrit, the demon Armour.

Sorcery is ineffective on him.

Is this from the Celestial Artifacts?

Leave him to me.

You go and settle those chaplains.

Majic, why don't you respond?

Hey, Majic.

Darn it.

Majic!

I know it now.

Being a sorcerer is not my pursue,

but to be a sorcerer like Master instead.

They gave recognition to my powers

and me in their own ways.

Claiomh, use this.

Why? Do you want a fight?

This person is powerful.

Brown eyes...

Orphen, this person saved me.

Come on.

I know you'll be here.

Azalie?

Azalie.

What's wrong with your outfit?

Wait, this...

This suits you better.

White is not your colour.

I agree with you too.

This's not important at all.

Amazing.

I've already mastered The Sword of Baldanders.

Jump down if you can.

But it's concrete below. Think carefully.

When did you come in?

It's not the time for this.

He'll be in danger if treatment is delayed.

However...

What's wrong?

I'd need some time to heal him.

I'll make the time for you.

How long do you need for the treatment?

Five minutes.

I'll help Orphen.

Yes, I need your help.

Orphen...

Name Only is k*lled by me.

I'll fight to extend the time.

Don't do it here, Krylancelo.

Go to The Holy Room.

If the door is opened,

Quo's powerful weapon is ineffective.

Is The Holy Room

behind the door?

It still can't work.

Baldanders.
Is it The Sword of The Crest for The Moon?

It's one of the weapons,

which was given by Celestial Beings to
the believers of the Dragon race in the w*r.

Not limited by sorceries. Anything that's cut by
the blade will decompose and reconstruct.

Deep concentration is needed
to launch reconstruction.

It's impractical.

Ironically, only sorcerers could control it.

Besides, the runes carved on it are


I exist as both the beginning and as the end.

Much like the monster named Time itself.
The Soon-Another...

It's not an attractive weapon.

I got one too. But, it's just a white elephant.

Aren't you surprise
why non-sorcerers could use it, are you?

Of course, we're attracted to it.

However, it took us a long time to analyse it.

Doesn't Kimluck Church believe in Weird Sisters?

I thought you'd reject everything
about the Dragon race?

We're not dimwits though.

We'd use anything useful to us.

All in all, both the Dragon race and humans
are two different species.

I have no interest in your story.

Claiomh, open that door.

Okay.

Claiomh!

What happened to the sword?

This's The Sword of The Crest for The Moon.

A precious sword.

Darn it, I can't retaliate.

Do you think you can win over me
if I lose my Armour and sword, Mr Sorcerer?

That's right.

Let me tell you why did this guy
want to betray.

This fool reckons that
our church would be destroyed one day.

He wants to reform the church.

That's not true.

I'm just feeling bored.

I never felt bored.

I've been living in the fear.

Name said this too.

That's right.

Because he's my son.

Because he's my son.

Is he dead? How did he die?

He...

Because you've k*lled me.

I'm too weak.

I'm

too weak.

Krylancelo, leap.

O Ruffles!

What are you gloating over, Kimluck's watchdog?

This power... Are you the Chaos Witch, Azalie,

the strongest sorcerer from Childman Class?

Why? Do you come here to spread disaster?

No matter who asks me,

I don't wish to come to such a dusty place.

However, I've forgotten something.

What's that?

I forgot to hear the last will of Childman.

I could hear it if I've come here.

Childman? What nonsense are you saying?

I'm the protector of The Holy City.

Don't you think you could leave here alive,
do you?

O Flames!

I've told you, it's useless.

You seem to be a nerd.

You're the one who studied Wyrdography, right?

That's incredible.

I bet your analytical ability is better than
dozens of people in The Tower of Fangs.

Are you praising me?

It's really rare to see your forgiving side,
Chaos Witch.

Oh my, I'm saying you're an idiot.

Didn't you ask for my purpose, did you?

What do you think of my aim invading
this cathedral?

After the matters disintegrate,

they'll crumble easily
even with a slight impact.

Take a look at your behind.

Next time I meet the moneylender,
I'll definitely stare at him to death from afar.

I think it's useless.

Cut your crap, I insist on doing this.

In an unclean place where no dust settled,

the scene before me,
The Holy City bathing in the rain.

Countless time it appears in my dream.

I shed tears every time I return.

I've sworn never to leave here again.

Never leave this holy land guarded by father
even if I die.

But then my tears dried.

I want to witness this city
that once made me cry

to a new change.

Gather up all chaplains.

His Reverence ordered
to eliminate all betrayers.

Anastasia.

Yes.

Come over.

Yes.

Stop pretending.

You're not blind, right?

No.

You've recognised Quo yesterday, right?

You said you could tell from his footsteps.

Do you think his footsteps will make sound?

Your eyes can see, right? Am I right?

No.

Am I right?

Yes.

Don't be afraid.

I won't be angry.

And you're not guilty.

This face has been taken away.

Anyone who saw it will end up the same too.

Literally, only I could see this face.

Only me.

This face is a mark,

a proof of my destiny taken away
by the goddess.

And it's immortal.

What happened?

My goddess,

please forgive my sin.

What happened?

This scene...

Krylancelo, watch out!

Orphen!

Krylancelo has died.

The successor of the Razor's Edge.

The successor of Childman has died.

♪Like an extending spiral♪

♪That never intersects♪

♪I will never give up and raise my arm♪

♪Ready to be excited at any time♪

♪Tracing back the memories♪

♪The vow made unintentionally still remains♪

♪Theatre with the drapes down♪

♪Is telling the marionettist♪

♪About their yearnings towards freedom♪

♪Till their voices dry up♪

♪Shout my passion aloud♪

♪I wish to forsake my life♪

♪I will never give up and raise my arm♪

♪Awaiting your arrival eagerly♪

♪Discard the chains♪

♪And wield the sword within♪

♪Always keep the warmth in the heart♪

♪Even if I fall into darkness♪

Run, hurry up. Get out of here now.

I'm going to save Krylancelo.

His name is Orphen.

THE DEATH INSTRUCTORS