Stay calm!
Do not panic.
And you call yourselves the vanguard of the gods?!
This is a sign of Bahamut's revival.
You must make haste, maiden of Orléans, receiver of my light.
Saint Jeanne!
Lavelley?
The wind has cut off all communication with the contingent.
Our only option is to wait until it quiets down.
This is no ordinary storm.
Observe!
What does it mean?
Now that the God Key has been taken from holy ground,
the balance between gods and demon-kind has started to crumble.
Are we no longer graced by God's majesty, then?
Perhaps not.
Rage ofBahamut
You won't escape...
I won't let you, Favaro...
I refuse to let you...
Favaro!
Damn you, Pazuzu.
You're too good.
Yeah! We can't let him beat us to the punch!
Oh, it's just the guard dog.
Go away. You smell.
How rude!
The little ones are out for a walk right now!
And you're the one who's the problem.
This is my castle.
You're no fun.
You're definitely a former angel, all right.
We're back, ruff!
We found 'em, ruff!
Oh, good work!
Where are they?
They're on their way to the foggy town of Nebelville, ruff!
Oh?
How long are we gonna leave 'em be?
Need I remind you that our orders
are only to find out who they're working for?
Then we can just catch 'em and torture 'em, ruff!
There's no need to be rash.
There just happens to be
someone interesting in that town, you see.
Th-There's the town.
Is that Helheim?
Oh, hell no!
Helheim is way, way, way further ahead.
Then let's get going!
Whoa, hold on!
We're gonna run dry unless we earn some money first.
Let's see.
What bounties do we have around here?
This'll do.
Then let's get going!
Whoa! Hold your horses!
H-Huh?!
This job is gonna be
one pain in the ass...
Nebelville
Almost...
Really?!
Damn!
What the hell?!
Running into a monster in broad daylight like this?
Damn.
Well, at least we got what we came for.
I'd rather have meat.
This isn't to eat!
They're herbs.
Our next target supposedly knows restorative arts.
Restorative?
Restorative.
Weird potions and that stuff.
So we need to have some antidotes ready just in case.
So then we aren't eating that?
Do you want to get sick?
Favaro!
Oh. You're alive.
Where am I?
It was broken.
Oh, you're awake, Mr. Knight, sir!
How are you feeling?
I work as a humble doctor here in Nebelville.
This is my wife,
and this is our daughter,
Rita.
Please, right this way.
We've prepared a meal for you.
Man, this smells awful.
I just realized, you got wings!
You could've just flown up to get these!
No, I couldn't have.
I lost one during an incident.
I can't fly anymore.
An incident?
The incident.
This is...
the God Key...
Lenes G'batha Org...
Stop right there!
God Key?
Yeah.
Isn't that what the knights were talking about?
We must retrieve the stolen God Key!
And you managed to swipe it all by yourself, huh?
You don't believe me?
It actually happened, however.
She infiltrated holy ground,
upon which a demon cannot possibly tread...
Broke the key's seal by using arts only a god can possibly use...
And ran off with the key, just like that!
So then where is this God Key now?
In here.
Huh? Where?
Let me s—
The key isn't a physical object.
I took it by absorbing its soul.
Which means that now I am...
The girl herself is now...
The God Key.
Attack onBahamut
This is a very meager town we live in,
so I'm afraid we don't have much to offer...
Not at all.
I'm so grateful that you came to my aid.
I owe you—
I'm the one who brought you here.
Come, please eat. Don't hold back for the sake of being polite.
Thank you.
The truth is,
we were hoping we could ask a favor of you.
Of course.
Terrible monsters have been attacking our town.
Monsters?
Trolls of sorts that live in the forest.
They come out at dawn to ravage our fields,
eat our livestock,
and take our children.
Rita is the only child left now.
But, if this keeps up...
Hmm...
All right.
I, Kaisar,
will repay the favor I owe you,
and slay these detestable monsters for you.
Oh!
What's wrong, Rita?
You haven't eaten.
You expect me to eat this putrid, maggot-filled muck?
Rita!
Allow me.
You shouldn't speak to your parents that way.
Did you eat it?
It brought back memories of meals with my own family.
You're going to regret it.
What about it do you dislike?
Everything.
This is a pathetic farce.
I'm sick of this pretend family.
How philosophical.
Rita, was it?
How old are you?
I forget.
But I'm most certainly older than you.
I used to think my family was annoying, too.
I come from a longstanding family of knights, you see...
I had a strict upbringing,
with nary a moment to relax.
I loathed my father for being stern,
and stayed away from home.
Much like you do now.
But one day,
when my father was tasked with guarding a tribute to the king,
there was an incident.
Bandits ambushed his unit and stole the tribute.
My father, the leader of the knights,
was held responsible,
and he was hanged.
The prestigious Lidfard family was instantly stripped of its knight status
and banished to the lower quarter like criminals.
My mother wept every night after we lost everything,
until half a year later,
when she threw herself into a lake.
It was only then
that I finally realized
how much I had loved my family,
and how much it meant to me.
So don't be like me.
Treasure your family while you still can!
What a lame story.
I shouldn't have listened.
The bathroom's that way.
Th-Thank you.
Here they come.
Kaisar?
What are you doing?
Do not speak my name freely, monster!
Please stand back.
I'll handle this on my own!
There's what we're after!
You'll go no further!
What the hell?!
Custom-made with a special herb.
You awake now?
Favaro!
What have you done to me?!
Take a look around.
The fog's gone to your head.
I wish you'd have stayed oblivious.
Necromancer Rita, I presume?
Your twisted game ends today.
How heartless.
Let's play together.
Thanks, but no thanks.
I suggest you use that, unless you wanna keep playing house with zombies!
It's not broken at all!
How dare you.
How dare you
make a fool out of me!
Man, he's scarier than the zombies.
There you are!
Rita?!
You idiot!
That's it!
Seel Soh Cetom.
The Black Bible.
This is what we're really after.
Apparently monsters invaded Nebelville some two hundred years ago, so it's long gone.
The sole survivor, the town doctor's daughter,
used a book of sorcery she found somewhere to revive the dead.
And she's been playing this screwed up game ever since, for the past two hundred years.
I'm sick of this pretend family.
She's been bitten by a zombie. She'll turn into one too soon enough.
Not my problem, though.
Here you go. 750 rupies.
That's it?
Hey! Don't eat him!
That reminds me. These ones came in recently.
Oh, new wanted posters?
Wh-Whoa!
Oh, well. I still have more...
See?
I-It's just crazy how everyone has a look-alike out there somewhere.
Oh yeah. You wanna go to Helheim, I hear?
Yeah, totally. I wanna go to Hel—
Huh?!
They've got some of the finest, tastiest booze there, y'know.
You're walking too fast.
Slow down a bit, won't you?
I never asked you to follow me!
You're supposed to respect the dead, y'know.
This is why I can't stand kids your age.
Suit yourself.
Why didn't you lop my head off?
I won't cut the dead.
It would taint my sword.
You had no problem cutting up the zombies, though.
Don't compare the dead with the undead!
I think everyone's starting to realize it.
Realize what?
That the previews are a joke.
Yeah?
Next time on Rage of Bahamut: Genesis, "Reunion at Ysmenport."
Yes!
Let's Bahamut to the Max again next week
Let's Bahamut to the max again next week.