01x07 - Mother's Words

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Let's go!

Sir Anos' Fight Song, Chorus Number !

One, two, three, four!

We have been blessed with the exalted sword
of our noble Sir Anos...

On this sleeping berth
named "The Arena," the prey dances...

Secret Move!
You're below me, and I'm on top...

Water Fang Linked Demon Thrust!

S-S-S-Sudden Death...

You're below me, and I'm on top...

E-E-E-E-Easy win...

The exalted sword of our noble Sir Anos
and the strongest magic meet...

Even a guarded man
will end up full of holes in one strike...

Full of holes, full of holes,
full of holes...

That's one minute on the dot.

Demon Sword, destroyed!

Winner...

Anos Voldigoad!

Sir Anos!

How amazing is our little Anos?

Yeah!

Why...

A lowly sword like that... How could I...

There's something other than Magic Power in a
sword forged so lovingly by a true craftsman.

Don't underestimate my dad's sword.

Did you hear what he just said?

Just who the heck is that guy's father?

Anos!

Brother...

Anos Voldigoad!

MOTHER'S WORDS

That was magnificent, Sir Anos!

Come on, it's just the first round.

Round , Match Number has been decided!

Winner, Lay Glanzudlii
of the Lognorth Magic Sword Association!

Lognorth?

But isn't that a Royalist organization?

I'd appreciate it if you kept
your questions to yourselves.

Well, I don't mind doing that.

Why did you join
the Lognorth Magic Sword Association?

Did the Royalists make
some kind of pitch to you?

I'd say they did.

Like, enough money to live off for the rest
of my life, plus the role of Demon Lord.

I can't believe you'd go
for something like that!

I'm a Royalist now.

I can't be friends with you guys anymore.

There's something I forgot to tell you,
Anos.

I'm going to k*ll you.

Then, you'll have to come after me,
resolved to die.

That's not much of a thr*at.

I've always risked my life for everything.

Oh? Then, why don't I put
that resolve of yours to the test?

Sir Anos! Lay!

I was looking to slice off
your head, arms and all.

And I was looking to crush
your heart between my fingers.

Your body is quite durable, I see.

See you.

Yes, in the finals.

Sir Anos?

He seems to be wearing a collar
around his neck.

I could sense the presence
of magical gear inside Lay's body.

Most likely,
it's a contractual Magic Sword.

And it's probably designed to destroy
his source under certain conditions.

But that's terrible!

Since he won't appeal to me directly
for help, he might be a hostage.

He did say his mother was in the hospital.

Winner, Anos Voldigoad!

And he's through to the finals!

That's our...

...Sir Anos!

Don't tell me he's going to end up
winning tomorrow's finals, too.

Nope, Lay Glanzudlii's advancing, too.

Hey, right.
I bet he can take care of him.

Three, two...

Sir Anos, congratulations
on reaching the finals!

Amazing! You're a genius!
You were so cool!

Good job, Anos!

You were amazing, too! No one can pour
their souls into a sword like you!

- Just what you'd expect of a master craftsman!
- Oh, hey, you think so?

Really?

The fact that it's
suffused with love is no lie.

You're so kind.

All right! Gotta get back to work!

I'm coming to cheer you on
tomorrow, too, okay?

If you're busy, just watch it
on the magic broadcast.

What are you talking about?

It's your time to shine! See ya!

See you later!

I'll be heading out
to run an errand myself.

Then, do you want me
to hold on to that sword for you?

It's pretty heavy.

You have to rest up
as much as you can for tomorrow.

Besides, it's your precious sword.

True. Under the rules of the tournament, you
wouldn't be allowed to use another sword.

Mom...

Okay!

H-Hey, I'm fine! I'm fine!

I'm going to defend this sword
no matter what, all right?

And we'll accompany you!

I'm counting on you, then.

Please leave it to us!

Is this Lay's...

Her body's...

Spirit disease, huh?

Her Magic Power is diminishing,
and her source is getting sparse.

At this rate,
it could very well be extinguished.

But, no!

How odd. Though this looks
like the ravages of old age.

No, wait,
she's not a pureblood demon, is she?

Born the child of a demon and a spirit...

A half-spirit half-demon just like you.

But Lay is a Royal.
Wouldn't his mother be a pureblood demon?

His biological parents must not be
the parents who raised him. In which case,

we might have to look at this Spirit disease
as something unique to half-spirit half-demons.

Sir Anos!

Are you Anos?

How do you know me?

I've been conscious all this time.

Lay spoke about you
right here in this room.

He said he'd made a new friend.

Do you know about the contractual
Magic Sword embedded inside him?

Yes, I know.

In return for getting treatment for me,
he's at the beck and call of the Royalists.

If I heal you,
Lay will no longer be shackled.

Is there anything you know
about your Spirit disease?

Spirits are made up of one's emotions,
desires, rumors and traditions.

We're manifestations of such things.

But a half-spirit half-demon's source,
tradition, is just a weak and newborn rumor.

And that rumor can be easily extinguished,

each time reducing
more and more of your source.

So, all I have to do
is pass down that tradition.

What is your tradition?

I don't know.

But I'm feeling just a bit stronger today.

I don't know how long it's been
since I was last able to talk.

So, that tradition of yours was passed down
somewhere, easing your symptoms?

But it won't last for long.

There's something I want to tell you
before it wears off.

Tell me?

Lay has always loved swordplay.

Whenever he had a moment to spare,
he'd be swinging his sword.

But he always seemed so bored.

Did you win another match?

You have such strong skills,
don't you, Lay?

Is it such a good thing to be strong?

If only I were weaker...

then, I could've swung this sword
no-holds-barred, without a care in the world.

Since I collapsed, he's been feeling
lonelier and lonelier, but...

Mom!

I lost today!

I got totally crushed!

That doesn't make any sense, does it?

To look so thrilled
while telling me that he'd lost.

He wants to go all out fighting you.

That's what he desires.

Please, Anos.

Please free Lay.

Please don't let that boy
swing a cowardly sword.

Are you sure?

You'll end up perishing.

I have no desire to live
if it means standing in my child's way.

But no! That's just too...

Sir Anos, isn't there something you can do?

If I don't know what her tradition is,
it'll be difficult to heal her completely.

Spirits and demons have different sources.

Even if I were to give her a share of my own
life, I wouldn't be able to save her, but...

Since I'm a half-spirit
half-demon like her...

I'm going to link your sources now.

Misa, you use Spirit Magic
to consume your own source.

I'll send the rumors and traditions
generated at that moment into Sheila.

There's a spell for that?

I just created it.

But worst case scenario,
you'll both get wiped out.

Because if too much of your source
is depleted, you can't be resurrected.

You mustn't! I can't let you
do something so dangerous!

I'll do it! Please let me do it!

But...

there was never any need for Lay to get involved in
the battle between the Unitarians and the Royalists.

And besides...

I believe in Sir Anos, after all.

Misa...

Right.

So far, so good.

Thank goodness.

But it's an inefficient process.

You'll reach your limit before you're done.

But if she can be
healed even a little bit...

Is something wrong?

And so you see,
my Anos built our shop door for us!

A door built by Sir Anos himself?

I want to get stuck in it!

Ms. Izabella?

Ms. Emilia?

What are you doing here?

Well, the rules state

that the steering committee is supposed to hold
on to the contestants' swords just for the finals.

I don't remember any rules like that.

I'm not sure, either.

So, let me take that now, all right?

No. Since this is something
that my Anos entrusted to me,

I'll take it to the steering
committee myself.

Well, that won't do.

Ms. Emilia?

Just hand it over now, please.

Otherwise, you'll feel the pain!

Please let go!

I see.

Then, you'll have to die
along with this sword.

Ms. Izabella!

No, you don't!

How could you do such a thing?

Aren't these your beloved students?

Students? Hybrids are just thieves
eavesdropping on my classes.

Never mind that.
Kindly hand over that sword.

But why?

After humiliating
the pureblood Ludowell Family...

how can I ever forgive him?

A mere hybrid like him!

Stealing his sword
so he can't compete is just wrong!

Not being born into Royalty... That's
what's so utterly wrong about you all!

Girls!

Ms. Izabella, run, please!

No, we're going together!

We'll be fine!

Because there's eight of us!

Wait for me! I'll go get someone!

It's futile no matter what you do.
As powerless and foolish you all are.

It is not futile!

We are not foolish!

We have to protect her!

This person so dear to Sir Anos!

We have to protect her!

Shut up!

Girls!

I told you how futile it was.

S-S-S-S...

Sudden Death...

E-E-E...

Easy win...

Would you mind not doing that?

We have been...

blessed with...

...the exalted sword
of our noble Sir Anos...

I just told you to cut that out!

On this sleeping berth named "The Arena"...

Stop it!

...the prey dances...

You're below me, and I'm on top...

You know full well...

that hybrids are below Royalty!

E-E-E-E-Easy win...

Have you learned your lesson now?

Such is the life of a hybrid.

What a dedicated teacher you are.

Anos, the girls are all...

You can thank your humble origins
for that! Know your place...

Shut up.

Ent.

Sir... Anos...

Tell me your names.

E-Ellen Miheis.

My name is Jessica Arnest.

I'm Shelia Nijem.

Xia Minsheng.

Ellen. Jessica. Shelia. Xia.

Himka Houra.

I'm Maia Zemt.

C-Carsa Kurnoah.

I'm Nono Inota.

Himka. Maia. Carsa. Nono.

I'll never forget your
names as long as I live.

I'm indebted to you.

Mom...

I'm leaving the rest to you.

All right.

Hey, Emilia!

See, I'm a lenient man.

I never thought I'd let myself get so
consumed in rage that I'd do anything foolish.

Well, well. But how wrong was I about that?

Emilia, I won't let you get away with this!

All right, I've inflicted
a fatal wound on you.

You'll last maybe
another minute or so.

Well? If you acknowledge me as the Demon
King of Tyranny and beg for your life,

I just might change my mind.

As if I'd ever...
to a lowly good-for-nothing like y-you!

S-Stop...

What was that?

E-Enough... S-Spare me...

Let's hear you say that louder.

D-Demon King of Tyranny,
Sir Anos Voldigoad!

I beg you to show me mercy!

Don't say it if you don't mean it.

There's only Hell
waiting for liars like you.

No...

Azheb.

I...

How does it feel to be reborn?

I-Is this your idea of humiliating me?
You lowly hybrid!

"Lowly hybrid," huh?

Emilia,
do you really still think you're a Royal?

Peer into the abyss with your Demonic Eyes.

Hybrid?

Impossible... No way...

Am I really a hybrid?

No! No!

This isn't me at all!

I placed a curse on you.
No matter how many times you die...

you'll always come
back to life as a hybrid.

No...

Take another look at this country
from a different perspective.

You might even realize
how biased your views were before.

No!

No!

What are you doing here?

I-I'm sorry for overstepping.

What's this spell?

Are you sharing your power with her?

Y-Yes. I just couldn't believe
you'd become a Royalist, Lay.

I'm a liar, you know.

Lay...

If your mother gets healed,

then you won't have to follow
the Royalists' orders anymore, right?

You're just way beyond trusting,
aren't you?

Does Anos know about this?

N-No, he doesn't!

I see.

Don't you think you should take a break?

Aren't you reducing your own source?

It's all right.

You really should think it over.

Don't get caught up in
meaningless emotions.

"Meaningless emotions," did you say?

You joined the Unitarians
so you could save lots of hybrids.

So, the day will come when you'll
have to put your life on the line for real.

It's already here!

I can't wait for someday!

I want to save even one more person
from their suffering right now!

If I can't feel that way,

I'll never be able to put my life on
the line even when that day does come!

You're a strong one, aren't you?

Thanks.

You would've been in danger yourself
if you'd kept that up.

Sorry I couldn't stop you sooner.

Lay...

Mom?

Lay...

Mom!

Hang on!

I'm going to win, I promise you!
And when I do...

It's all right.

I know everything.
You don't have to worry about me.

What are you talking about?

I got to meet you.
That was enough to make my life happy.

You little good-for-nothing!
You're no child of ours!

Get out! You're a disgrace!

Mommy will always be on your side.

You should just be yourself
and live the way you want to.

Mom? Mom!

Thank you for waiting!

The Dilhade Magic
Sword Tournament finals...

will now begin!

Have a good time.

Right.

I'll be off now.

Sir Anos!

Good luck!

Now that you've gotten this far,
you're winning it all!