Throw down your bow.
My name is Eleonora Viltaria.
Who are you?
Tigrevurmud Vorn.
Very well.
From now on, you belong to me.
"Lord Marksman and Vanadis"
Bertrand! Sir Mashas!
It was a terrible... battle...
That is a war maiden.
Mm-hmm.
Judging by that, I'd say I've got five left.
A Brune survivor!
Aw, man. I wanted the horse.
Seven of them?
That hair--she's a war maiden.
If I can defeat the enemy's leader,
they'll have concerns other than chasing our side down.
All right...
Range is 300 alsins.
I can do this.
Eris, goddess of wind and storms...
Throw down your bow.
The battle between the Kingdom of Brune and the Kingdom of Zhcted
was being carried out on the Dinant Plains.
The Brune camp, with its overwhelming troop strength, had plenty of vigor.
There wasn't a single one of them who thought they would lose.
Yeah.
Huh? You're here, too, are you, Vorn?
If it isn't the prestigious Lord Zion Thenardier.
I, too, have been called on as one of His Majesty's men to--
Such a demure way of talking back to me.
What good are you supposed to do here?
Look at the shabby way this guy is dressed!
Leather armor!
If you're a nobleman, don't you at least own some decent armor?
A bow, huh?
I'll show you!
Lord Zion!
Are you hurt?
What are you trying to do by bending my bow?!
Your bow?!
A bow is the weapon of a coward!
My word,
the reason why you prefer the bow
is because you can't handle a sword or a spear.
You're just here to play soldier.
You're a disgrace, having that old man as your attendant.
Any count in the kingdom of Brune should be training daily--
Sir Zion...
As eloquently as you are speaking,
you must be getting thirsty, aren't you?
The wine distribution is being carried out.
Please, make your way there.
Thank you very much, Sir Mashas.
Not at all.
I had intended to let it pass, but I couldn't stop myself.
I got out of it, thanks to you.
I envy Duke Ganelon.
Huh? For what?
Using this war as an excuse to raise taxes,
and making off with people's daughters to his castle.
Yeah. Lord Thenardier is making the subjects in his fiefdom
contribute their liquor, as a pledge to the gods.
Both of them are burning down the houses of those who don't comply.
Come to mention it, I heard Lord Thenardier
is forcing family members to take up swords,
and making them kill each other to serve as an example to others.
That does sound interesting.
Take it easy.
Is what they said true?
The people in question won't deny it.
You probably didn't know because you don't get mid-kingdom too often.
His Majesty...
His Majesty has something in mind, I'm sure.
Something in mind?
Even if His Majesty isn't up to it, in time, Regnas will surely--
Are you finally awake?
Is it morning?
It's noon already.
That's an unusual way of waking someone up, huh?
It's a first for me, too-- waking someone up in this way.
My goodness, how can you be a prisoner and sleep so soundly?
It's one of my special abilities.
Right. This is Zhcted, huh?
Lady Eleonora is calling for you.
Huh?!
W-What do you mean, captured?
Our forces were routed by an enemy sneak attack.
Tigre did not get away in time, and was taken prisoner.
B-But... you outnumbered the enemy five-to-one in this battle.
There's no way you could have lost, is there?
Indeed,
we had 25,000 men against an enemy force of about 5,000.
As Prince Regnas' first campaign,
His Majesty put together a mighty force.
And even after Lord Tigre went all-out,
it was all he could do to put together a hundred men.
Of those hundred men, seven are dead, and 30 are injured.
Then again, they were trampled by their fleeing allies.
The demands from the enemy leader are as follows:
Unless his ransom is delivered to Zhcted within 50 days,
Tigre will become the enemy's property.
How much is it?
Even if it's a lot, if we have everyone in the village help...
The enemy's demand is for three times the revenue of Alsace,
or something of comparable value.
It's too high. Can't you bring it down some?
No.
The deadline is within 50 days
of the kingdom of Brune receiving our ransom demand.
If your ransom is not delivered to me,
in accordance with the treaty, you will officially become mine.
In the name of Radegast, god of honor and contracts.
So, did you stick a sword in my mouth and bring me here
just to make me listen to this outrageousness?
Now, now, of course that's not all.
There's something I want you very much to do for me.
And the second one was unsuccessful!
Are you taking this seriously?
Yes I am.
I'd sure like to take his place!
Rurick, that's harsh.
Why would the war maiden take this guy prisoner?
Hey, look, is he still at it?
Is he going to embarrass himself even further?
What a ridiculous farce this is.
The first shot was too short. The second one was way off the mark.
The count doesn't seem to be feeling well.
I've gotten the feel of the bow now.
All right...
Look out!
Get down!
Arifar...
Seize that bandit!
Can you take him alive?
You do not have the luxury to ask that!
All right. I'll make it his foot.
That's unreal! Using that crude bow?!
It's more than 300 alsins between the range and here!
I have to ask, do you still want me to shoot?
No, that's enough.
You did well, Tigrevurmud Vorn.
Prisoner (pris-on-er) Those who are captured by the enemy in the course of war. Their treatment depends on the enemy's volition, and whether they are killed, sold as slaves, or treated well is a matter of fate. (Ex.) Tigre became Zhcted,'s prisoner. -> Ransom -> "You belong to me"
War Maidem(war maid-en) n. a woman chosen by dragon gear and in charge of a Zhcted Kingdom duchy. Vanadis. See also: seven war maidens
I apologize for yesterday!
What are you talking about?
The bow you were given. I never imagined you'd get one that bad.
Then that really was a poorly-made bow, even in Zhcted.
There were three people who came up with that and carried it out.
--I'll behead them, so-- --Just a second!
There's no need to go that far.
Those three were trying to make you a laughingstock,
and bring dishonor and humiliation upon you.
Shouldn't they pay for that with their lives?
Would you please forgive them this one time?
I won't do it a second time.
B-By the way, why did you have me do that yesterday?
Well...
A war maiden, falling for me at first sight?!
That's right. Call it love on the battlefield,
or love born between two enemies,
everyone loves this sort of gossip.
They're not entirely wrong, either. The falling-for part is true.
For me?
For your skill with the bow. Not for you yourself, unfortunately.
Anyhow, some of my men overreacted to those stories.
In order to nip the rumors at the source, they'd rather I kill you.
Even now, I don't think it was the wrong idea.
The ranks are full of these types.
I thought that having you show off your technique
was the quickest way to solve this.
It was more effective than I anticipated.
Oh, yeah. Let me say this, too--
The reason I took you prisoner at Dinant was not to get a ransom.
Mostly, it was because I found you entertaining, I would say.
Entertaining? Me?
That battle was a really nasty business.
As well as being a complete and total waste.
We numbered 5,000; the enemy was 25,000, five times as great.
I knew it would be a brutal battle.
Charge!
From the time it started, it would have lasted only half a day.
If you could have won that easily, what did it matter?
I had come up with many different battle plans!
And yet, they collapsed during my first plan, and were routed!
Your first plan?
You mean the late-night sneak attack?
Despite sending scouts ahead of time,
we were able to disrupt the rear guard, break through,
and even divide them. On top of that, the Brune prince was killed.
Prince Regnas?
Were you close?
No way.
I only ever met him one time.
Do you hold it against me?
It happened on the battlefield. I myself killed some Zhcted soldiers.
I see.
Once the prince's death got around,
the whole Brune force collapsed.
I attacked the enemy from behind as they fled, every man for himself,
and immediately, it became a stampede.
It was anticlimactic. I was disappointed.
That was the moment when I met you!
I thought it would be a shame to kill you.
I was surprised that under the circumstances,
you hadn't lost your will to fight,
and tried to bring me down, calmly, and with certainty.
I really liked that.
That's why I brought you here to Leitmeritz--
Hmm? Are you still holding a grudge for what happened on the battlefield, Lim?
That has nothing to do with it.
Would you figure it out, already?
Back there, the one riding the horse you shot first was Lim here.
Eh?!
Limalisha. Allow me to offer my salutations anew,
Count Tigrevurmud Vorn.
Y-Yeah...
I have to say, that name--
it's a pretty long name for a Bruneman.
Does it have its origins from somewhere?
I was given the name of my ancestor.
If it's too hard for you to say, you can call me Tigre.
In that case, you can call me Elen! I also think--
Lady Eleonora!
Would you serve under me?
I will treat you with the same title of count you had in Brune.
I also won't treat your valor in battle any differently,
just because you're a Bruneman.
No thanks.
I appreciate the offer, though.
An invitation like this would be unheard-of in the kingdom of Brune.
Then, why do you refuse my hand?
I already have a place I have to return to, and protect.
Alsace.
It's a territory I inherited from my father.
Lord Tigre, please be all right.
Listen, you should really stop shaving your head.
The more I see it, the more it ruins your otherwise handsome look.
I'll say it yet again!
The war maiden ordered me to sacrifice
that which was most precious to me, next to my life!
By all rights, I should be dead,
but Sir Tigrevurmud, since I have been allowed to remain alive,
thanks to your benevolence, I must uphold this!
Also, I truly admire your miraculous skill with a bow.
It puts my current inexperience to shame!
--So please, do not ask that I do so! --Uh, yeah...
O-Okay, just stand up! Sorry I asked!
There they go again.
Master Rurick is such an excessive gentleman, after all.
Still, Sir Tigrevurmud's skill with a bow was fantastic, huh?
It sure was.
No matter how many times I have it, it's delicious.
You really are an odd one.
This is the perfectly ordinary meal of a soldier.
That's the great part!
When I get back to Alsace, I'll have Titta make this, too.
--How does he hit with all three at once? --That's awesome!
Mr. Tigre! Please give me another bow lesson sometime!
Yeah!
I'm fitting right in here, huh?
On the other hand, a prisoner is a prisoner.
A dragon child? I've never seen one before!
That's Lunie, the dragon I keep.
Hey.
I-I'm sorry!
I... found this place when I was taking a walk earlier.
It didn't look like anyone was using it, so... that is...
There's nothing to apologize about.
You came here to wash your body, right?
Don't just stand there with your back turned, come on over.
Then, um... in Zhcted... you know,
men and women bathe together?
No, we don't.
It's not that I'm not embarrassed. But I am a war maiden.
Even if I get taken by surprise, and seen naked,
and get so embarrassed that I stop breathing,
I can't very well go cowering in the corner like a modest maiden.
I want you.
This is a friendly place.
"I want you," huh?
We've captured an old man with a Brunish accent.
Bertrand!
Young Master!
Thank goodness you're safe!
Then you know him, after all?
Thanks, everyone! Bertrand has been my attendant for ages!
Young Master, there's no time for this.
Duke Thenardier's force is marching toward Alsace!
They number 3,000!
They're what?!
Please come back, Sir Tigrevurmud!
Where are you planning on going this late at night?
Please let me pass.
"Episode 1: Wind Princess of the Battlefield"