How does the hill look?
There are four banners.
A Bayard, a Zirnitra, a half-moon flag, and a spear flag.
There are barricades and trenches all over the hill.
There is the glint from rows of spears,
and it is as though it were a small stronghold.
Squads that get too close are showered with rocks and arrows.
Were any of them injured?
No, luckily, they missed for the most part.
Mm-hmm, good work.
What about the other small hill, the one farther away?
That one is covered in snow, and completely white.
There is no sign of the enemy.
We're overtaking the slaves.
Move quickly. Take back the slaves, and hold them as hostages.
Now, war maiden, how will you respond?
Legions of voices, multitudes of dreams
Step over them all
Tailwinds, blow hard against our backs
"Lord Marksman and Vanadis"
Up in the skies, stars
Down on the ground, the remains of dreams
Grinding footsteps and the soul's chagrin
are the only route there is to glory
Wind, O wind, whip our hearts aflame
Blazing torches raised to skies that herald victory
What could possibly be gained
by stopping our march?
It is only in our surviving
that we can show we are right
Legions of troops, multitudes of convictions,
onto the swirling battlefield
Until the farthest reaches of the skies are calm,
turn your wailing and anger to strength,
and become a silver flash of wind
The Ormea Campaign was about to begin
with a running battle by the Muozinellan army.
Besieging the stronghold built on top of the hill
was the Muozinellan 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th Divisions.
The remaining 5th and 6th Divisions,
and the 7th Division, which was the main force,
pursue the refugees fleeing up the highway.
However, hiding on the hill that was supposed to be unoccupied,
the Silver Meteor Storm and the Olmütz army attack.
--Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! --The enemy! --But how?!
Now!
Yeah!
Not bad.
Next one!
Aren't you afraid?
If that's what you think, then guard me.
Hmm... Soldiers hiding on the unfortified hill?
Ludmila Lourie is said to be skilled at defensive warfare.
And we played right into that reputation.
Our allies' attack has begun! We're striking back, too!
The slaves who were fleeing are now fighting back as soldiers!
They're what?!
Well now, will the gods of war
be hunting the malicious dragons and horses? Or instead,
will we be overrun by hoof prints and claws?
The 2,000 that Kureys took to be slaves
were actually the Silver Meteor Storm and Olmütz force in disguise.
In concert with Tigre's group,
they attack the Muozinellan 5th Division.
Meanwhile, the actual refugees were secluded in the hilltop fortress.
We don't have anything anymore!
Rotten food and sleeping outside--
and after we've been led around for days on end,
what else do you want from us?!
I understand how you feel. But please, will you do as I ask?
It's something I want you to do,
which is absolutely necessary to save even more people.
But...
I will follow the count.
We cannot fight them. If they come at us head-on,
they'd take off our heads in no time.
But, if we follow the count's directions, not only will we survive,
but we'll also get one over on them, right?
We will protect you with all the strength we have.
Live up to the courage they've shown us!
The 5th Division is wiped out!
The enemy's main force is fending off the 6th Division,
and is closing in on the 7th Division!
What?
They can't be...
Dispatch a message to the 4th Division.
Have the 1st through 3rd Divisions besiege the hill.
Have the 4th Division head here as reinforcements on the double.
Yes, sire!
We'll crowd them as much as they crowd us. Until they are exhausted.
Mila and Tigre's force closes in on the 7th Division, where Kureys is.
The Silver Meteor Storm and Olmütz army take after the 7th Division,
to keep them from getting away as they retreat.
But then, the Muozinellan 6th Division changes direction,
and speeds after them.
Have our flying column move to intercept!
In the meantime, we'll shoot Kureys!
The flying column headed after them. However...
We're at the breaking point, huh?
Having routed the flying column,
the 6th Division closes in on Tigre and Mila's main force.
We're just one step away!
Nicely played, Ludmila Lourie.
Imagine, boldly coming after me like an intrepid general.
You may have actually come close to separating my head from my body.
Kureys deploys the 6th and 7th Divisions to either side,
attempting to surround the Silver Meteor Storm.
Distancing himself to the rear, just to be safe,
he flees from Tigre's bow.
It is truly an impenetrable position.
Drag Zhcted's vaunted war maiden before me.
After all, she is said to be of rank just below their king.
We will not subject her to the shame of captivity.
We will warmly treat her as an honored guest.
Very warmly.
I'll go find more!
Thanks!
Ludmila, I'll do what I can here, so you--
Be quiet!
Just because the enemy may have slightly greater numbers right now, am I complaining?!
I have my pride as a war maiden!
The pride of my mother and grandmother--no,
of all the war maidens who have been heirs to and welders of Lavias!
If you have your pride, then I have my mettle!
Mettle?
The mettle I have gotten from my father, and many others,
as Tigrevurmud Vorn!
That's why I will fight!
Fine!
Then fight on, together with me. I will watch your back!
What?!
Reinforcements?
Charge!
Drive off that pack of Muozinellan wolves!
A band of knights from the north?
I thought they didn't have any troops in ambush!
They appear to be enemy reinforcements.
Reinforcements...
Count Vorn?! Where will I find Count Vorn?!
Over here!
My name is Emile.
By request of Count Mashas,
I have rushed here with the 1,500 knights of the Order of Perche.
We request to be allowed to fight under you.
Forgive me for not dismounting.
I, Scheie, and the Order of Lutèce's 1,500,
are here at the request of Viscount Hugues Augre.
We now place ourselves under your command!
I am Auguste, of the Order of Calvados.
I and my 2,000 knights are here to assist you, Sir Tigrevurmud.
Auguste...
Well then, we'll go right now and put those guys to rout.
Good hunting!
Thank you!
Do you remember me, Lord Tigre?
There's no way I could forget, is there?
I, Auguste, having once served the House of Vorn,
was chagrined that I could not help, given my position as a knight.
But then Sir Roland and Sir Olivier of Navarre
sent me a letter telling me of you.
Roland?
He said that when you fight for Brune, and for its people,
he wished for me to hasten to join you.
When I heard the tale of what was happening now from Lord Mashas,
now was the time.
That goes for the orders of Perche and Lutèce, as well.
Thank you, Auguste.
Lord Tigre, you have grown to be a fine man, just like Lord Urs.
Well then... Hyah!
Are you finished talking?
Yeah.
Thanks to them, I was able to catch my breath.
How about you? Want to fall back?
No, I can still draw my bow.
Count Vorn!
Mettle (met-tle) Pluck. Rebellious spirit. The backbone to not bend to an unreasonable force.
Resolve of the living Word of the dead
Knightly orders?
With 5,000 knights?
However, 5,000 is, at the end of the day, only 5,000.
The freshly-arrived 4th Division and my 7th Division
will hit the knights' flank!
The 6th Division will focus on their current battle!
Yes, sire!
With a monster that has that much mobility and penetrating power,
as long as I don't attack them head-on, I'll be fine.
The enemy's main force is already exhausted.
I'll crush them right along with the knightly orders.
3,000 reinforcements approaching from the northwest!
What? Again?!
Defend our people and our land from the invaders!
Follow after Tigrevurmud Vorn!
The 6th Division is being stopped by the new reinforcements!
The enemy is gaining momentum!
My reconnaissance unit has been vigilant enough.
Still, where are all these waves of reinforcements coming from?
Is this the war maiden's so-called ability to champion a cause?
This is not the end. Our objective is to conquer southern Brune.
Order all our forces to retreat!
Kureys orders all of his men to fall back, and merge together.
The number of dead this day topped 6,000.
Between the advance party and the main force,
we've lost over 30 percent of our men.
Well, that's unavoidable.
Kureys was waiting for specific intelligence.
It was just about time for a report
that would determine his course of action henceforth to arrive.
Our fleet, which was attacking Brune's southern harbor,
has been defeated by Duke Thenardier.
Hmm, I see...
In short, with the remaining 30,000-plus men I have,
I must defeat the enemy before me,
also defeat Duke Thenardier, and secure the southlands and the port town?
That is something else!
We're withdrawing.
Withdrawing?!
I won't be caught holding the short end of the stick.
As long as this failure is not solely mine, I will be vindicated.
I don't care!
Yes, sire!
Ah, let's see.
I do have to examine the enemy commander, Tigrevurmud Vorn.
I think I'll lay it on extra-thick when singing his praises.
Enough so that his enemies become envious.
Yes indeed, yes indeed. I know, I'll say this:
Though the Black Knight Roland may perish, his is a heroism to rival or surpass him!
The majesty of Brune is alive and well!
That should help me save face. All right!
We sincerely express our respect for a well-fought battle,
your esteem in uniting nobleman and knight,
and your valor in defending your people.
Ah, your skill with the bow,
in rising above the heads of the soldiers blanketing the battlefield
to strike unerringly at your target,
is commensurate with a figure from the old fables of our land...
Kureys sent an envoy, who obsessively lauded Tigre,
bestowing upon him the designation of Silvrash,
one who was able to shoot even meteors.
It was, practically speaking, a victory for the Silver Meteor Storm.
Did we really win?
The enemy is retreating swiftly. This isn't a trap.
You have won.
Okay...
H-Hey, w-what the--?!
What are you doing?!
You've been fighting a long time, huh?
You have indeed shown me your mettle.
It was quite handsome, Tigre.
Sir Tigrevurmud, your next meeting is--
Good night.
I have returned, Tigre! Amazing! Well done!
My, you're back early, Eleonora.
What do you think you're doing?
Why, whatever do you mean?
Hmm? Elen?
Come on! Hurry up and finish your fancy numberwork, Bruneman!
If you're unable to do the work, then by all means,
do twice the physical labor to make up for it, Zhcted.
Here you go.
Thank you very much.
Titta, you can finish up here.
Go see the young lord.
I've already paid my respects.
He seemed to have his hands full with so many guests,
so I am doing whatever I can to help.
Oh?
Lord Tigre has managed to help all these other people, you see?
The young lord is becoming a great man, isn't he?
Yes.
How can I make up for my absence over the last while?
Not at all; there's nothing you could have done.
At any rate, the fact that others are recognizing
that Tigre's undertaking is in the right is a great victory.
Tigre and Roland--
the resolve of the living and the word of the dead
are what motivated them to gather here.
I did nothing more than help to facilitate it.
I thought he was just a vulnerable, happy-go-lucky boy at first,
but right now...
Right now, he is a third power within Brune.
Well now, how will Tigre act next?
Now, if you'll excuse me...
Thank you very much.
Tigre, come back to my camp.
I'll make you some delicious tea to relieve your fatigue.
Why are you calling him "Tigre"?!
Tigre, would you start calling me Mila?
M-Mila...?
Unfortunately, Tigre has to have a word with me right now. Let's go.
Huh?
What does a woman who wasn't at his side when it really counted
have to say to him at this point?!
What about you? I know you waited for just the right moment
to gain his gratitude at the highest price you could!
It's not as though you're offering your services for free, either!
I've never tried to jack up my prices, though.
Unlike a certain someone.
Why, you...
Lady Ludmila, we need your advice on a matter of supply management.
All right!
I'll be right there!
Y-Yes, ma'am.
Look, um... Thank you for the invitation, Mila.
If it's all the same to you, maybe next time.
Mmm, this is good.
Oh, yeah?
Is your friend all right?
Yeah, she's fine. But what about you?
Getting seduced for no reason, and letting your eye wander like that...
I'm kidding.
Ludmila did stand up to the Muozinellan army. For your sake.
You're every bit the man I anticipated.
Elen...
I'm sorry for getting so many of your soldiers killed.
Lift up your head, Tigre.
Now lie down.
You don't regret the fighting you've done up to now, right?
No, I don't.
Then that's enough.
Now, pray to the god you believe in
on behalf of those who fought and died so courageously.
All right.
Thank you.
"Episode 10: The Ormea Campaign"