I doze with you in front of the mirror, with rouge fingertips
This hand unexpectedly showed weakness and blocked your lips
I made a promise with you that day
And now we can't remember it
Why don't I have wings to float in the sky,
like the wind, like the clouds?
Why don't I have wings to sink into the all-enveloping night,
like the stars, like the moon? Ahh
Armageddon.
A grave mistake made by mankind centuries ago.
With it came a serious price.
From out of the darkness, they appeared.
Mankind, comparing them to old folklore, called them this:
Vampires.
Umm...
Yes?! What can I get for you, Father?!
Milk tea, please. With thirteen lumps of sugar...
Thirteen?!
That should be enough to keep me going until we get to Rome.
Don't tell me you haven't eaten anything?
Nope. It's been nearly 20 hours now...
There's a restaurant onboard, you know!
Maybe so, but I have no money.
Two weeks until my next payday. I have to live on this somehow...
My office did give me the tickets,
but even if I write off all the miscellaneous costs and charges,
I still have nothing left to go on...
So, I'd like a milk tea with thirteen lumps of sugar, please!
Sure! Coming right up!
You're studying to be a pilot?
Yes, sort of...
Someday I'd like to fly a great ship like this myself...
Though that's just a dream within a dream...
Here you are...
I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!
- No, it's alright. - Was it hot?!
I'm so hopeless...
Father! As an apology, I'll make you some sandwiches!
My treat, of course!
Oh, you're too kind!
This is the bridge. Jessica, some drinks, please.
Certainly, Captain!
Could you wait just a moment, Father?
Of course! Of course! I could wait until the sky comes falling down!
Jessica-san, huh...
Jessica Lang. What's your name, Father?
Abel Nightroad. A traveling priest for the Vatican.
This is the stuff! How I look forward to your coffee, Jessica!
Oh, Captain!
Thank you!
Orson-san, there's an error in the trim angle. Shouldn't you correct it?
Oh, so there is! Good eyes!
Co-pilot! Three months' decreased pay for slacking off on the job!
Aw, man!
I think I'd feel safer having Jessica sit here!
Yes, so would I!
I hope you pass the next test!
Thanks!
A vampire!
What was that you said, you pathetic Terran?
I'll eat you later.
No way! Master code?!
It's out of control?!
Damn, is it really this easy?! What a piece of cake!
That's right!
We're gonna crash this thing right into the crappy Vatican in Rome!
W-what's happened?!
S-stop!
Your face is tempting...
I guess women are the best to drink from!
Umm, Jessica-san, I thought it over
and it's not really right for me to eat for free, so...
Father...
Vatican?!
Jessica-san!
This way!
Y-you're dead! You two are so dead!
Attention, Vatican.
I've just hijacked the cargo-passenger ship, the Tristan,
which left the Albion Kingdom's Londinium for Rome.
Release my Fleurs du Mal comrades you've taken into custody.
You have one hour to comply.
You have no right of refusal.
If you do not release them, I'll crash the Tristan into Rome!
The transmission ends there. Would you like to hear it once more?
No, that is enough.
What do we do, Sister?!
Remain steadfast, Your Holiness!
Yes. But I'm scared!
Information has arrived from the Department of Inquisition.
Alfred, Count of Mainz. Vampire. 67 murders.
Member of the extremist group, Fleurs du Mal.
At present, three of his comrades are in Vatican custody.
It's a declaration of war against the Vatican!
At worst, we will have to consider his demands and negotiate...
Unacceptable, Your Holiness!
The only option is to shoot it down!
Shoot it down?!
Brother!
There is no room for debate!
The Tristan is an Albion ship;
shooting it down would harm our diplomatic relations!
Your Holiness!
Just give the order, and the military is ready to launch
the rocket-propelled bombs that were successfully tested recently!
Rocket-propelled bombs?
Please give your order!
A man of Your Holiness' standing must not negotiate
with the likes of cowardly vampires!
I mustn't?! I guess you're right...
Don't listen to him, Your Holiness!
Happy are those who die in the name of the Lord,
and the Vatican exists to carry out the will of God!
Now do you understand, Your Holiness?! Please give the order!
You really don't care about the hostages?
I'm certain the passengers would also gladly give their lives
for Your Holiness' honor and a victory for mankind!
Whew, that was close!
I went to the bridge because I couldn't accept a free meal, but...
Is this it?
What is this?
The sub-bridge.
Ah. It's completely logged off.
So the auto-pilot's on a straight course for Rome...
Uhh, what are we doing here?
Our only choice is to work together to do something, right?
Do something? How?
The main bridge is no longer usable.
So the only way to save everyone onboard now
is to take manual control of the Tristan and land it safely.
Take control?!
You make it sound easy,
but that vampire has a master code he got from somewhere!
There's no way to switch it to manual!
It's no use, Father!
Only programmers who excel in Lost Technology can do it!
It's alright, it's alright!
See, I told you...
See? I said it'd be alright! It's on manual now.
Father... Just who are you?
Now we can fly it!
Maybe so, but we don't have a pilot!
Oh, but we do. I'm looking right at her.
Eh?! I can't! There's no way I can!
Oh, but earlier you said...
Theory and practice are different! I can't do it.
You're just going to give up and do nothing, whether you can or not?
Caterina-sama.
Oh, Sister Kate.
I see your brother is the same as ever.
I'd rather not talk about that...
However, we have a chance of victory.
Crusnik has been confirmed onboard the Tristan.
Are there any available dispatch executors?
Gunslinger. Just give the order, and he'll be ready to go.
Then you two will lend Crusnik support.
Maximum allowed passenger loss is 50%. Is that clear?
Understood.
The same as my brother, in the end...
How?
How can you smile so casually in a situation like this?
I'm not being casual. I just have faith that everyone will survive.
It's alright!
You can do it! I have faith that you can do it!
Right!
Increasing altitude to 12,000 feet!
Found ya.
My little snack on the way here was delicious...
Which means!
Jessica-san! Please continue piloting!
You don't look very tasty, so I'll kill you.
There's no use in running! Die!
You ain't gettin' away!
Whew, I'm somehow still here! Upsy-daisy!
Father...
Gettin' in the way of my work!
They were delicious! And their death screams were wonderful!
Thanks to them... look - everything's back to how it was!
You've gone too far.
I'll drink from you, too!
Nano-machines, Crusnik 02! 40% limit activation! Approved!
What the hell are you?!
The air pressure!
You're no human... Don't tell me we're the same?!
Have you ever given this any thought?
Humans eat cattle and poultry.
Vampires suck the blood of those humans.
In which case, might there not be something somewhere
that sucks the blood of vampires to live?
I am a Crusnik. A vampire that sucks the blood of vampires!
What's this fast-moving thing?!
You said this was your job.
I doubt you're simply after the release of your comrades.
Who's pulling the strings from behind?
Damn you!
Stop exaggerating. You can't die so easily.
I was only hired!
By the Rosen Kreuz!
H-huh?!
What am I doing?!
Post-hypnosis...
Your sins are eternal, but I shall pray for the dead...
Jessica-san! Cut the engines!
Cut the engines and lose altitude! Quickly!
Right!
More! As close to the ground as you can possibly get!
Are you crazy?!
A missile! Lost Technology from the old age!
Designed to follow your residual heat even if you cut your engines!
To be honest, it'd be impossible to avoid, using airship maneuvers.
But at low altitude, if we can make it hit the ground before we do...
l- I can't pull that off!
Target downed. Clear.
Roger that. Returning home.
Signal lost. Appears to have been shot down.
You've done very well!
Father! You're all right!
Jessica-san! Thank you!
Think I could have those sandwiches after we get to Rome?
Sure!
The Rosen Kreuz?
Yes. It's also a fact that the existence of the Rosen Kreuz Orden
has been glimpsed as a financial source for the Fleurs du Mal.
I see. Ten years since then...
So the enemy of the world, Contra Mundi, has begun to move...
I know this will not remain forever
However, it's beautiful
Your eyes, hands, and your warm smile
They're my treasure
It's hard to forget
I wish there was a solution
Don't spend your time in confusion
I'll turn back now and spread
My broken wings... still strong enough to cross the ocean with
My broken wings... how far should I go drifting in the wind
Higher and higher in the light (My broken wings)
Still strong enough to cross the ocean with
My broken wings... how far should I go drifting in the wind
Across the sky, just keep on flying
(What's falling from the sky is not rain... )
Next time... Episode 2: "Witch Hunt"
Let thine eyes be not diverted.