If you had been awake, you'd be executed for lèse majesté.
Well then, I will you see again sometime, hero.
Lord Tigre? I'm coming in, Lord Tigre.
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
Tigre and the Silver Meteor Storm, having beaten Muozinel,
and through the good graces of Emile of the Order of Perche,
concealed themselves in Fort Perche,
four days' distance from the Ormean Plains.
You could have just stayed in Zhcted.
Or could the princess not stand to be away any longer?
While I'm much obliged for your consideration,
the men under me are all capable enough.
Hmph, you must be missing your homeland by now, aren't you?
Oh, my,
you've done a lot of growing up to be concerned about me, Eleonora.
For someone who couldn't make it in time for a critical battle.
You're right. I definitely was not there in time.
Thank you for your help, Ludmila.
But now, I am back! You are no longer needed here!
You may now head off back to Olmütz.
I have been ordered by the king of Zhcted to keep my eye on you.
Tigre still owes me a debt, as well.
Something's not right.
What is it?
I'm sure he must be tired.
The more he wins, the greater the duties and responsibilities
of a commanding officer become.
Yes, absolutely.
So, what is it, this early in the morning?
Ah, it has to do with His Highness, the prince.
Huh? His Highness? The one killed at the battle of Dinant?
Apparently, there is someone in this camp who greatly resembles him.
I was wondering if you had any idea who it is.
Who it is?
Young Lord, please excuse me for interrupting.
What is it, Bertrand?
A young lady named Regin says she wishes to see you.
Regin?
You look like you're doing better.
Um, there's something I need to speak with you about.
Uh...
These two are all right. Go ahead and tell me.
Very well.
I am... I have lived, up until just recently, under the name Regnas.
Or more precisely, Regnas Estelle Loire Bastien de Charles.
Oh, I've never heard a name longer than yours before, Young Lord.
Lady Regin, do you have anything to attest to that?
Sir Tigrevurmud...
...do you remember, six years ago, at Vincennes?
Vincennes...
When I slipped out of the hunting festival by myself,
I ran into you, who had also slipped out.
Don't tell anyone.
That was the first time I'd ever eaten something
so freshly cooked and still hot.
Wow, this is good.
You're...
I mean, are you really His Highness?
Are you all right?
Ugh, I'm so ashamed.
Prince Regnas? But didn't you slay him at Dinant?
I don't know. It's not as though anyone took his head, after all.
It's okay. If you trust me, you can trust her just as much.
That's how much I trust Elen.
In the confusion of the night raid, I was attacked by an assassin.
On the battlefield, anything can get you passed off as falling in battle.
Why were you posing as a boy in the first place, anyway?
For me and my mother's sake.
In Brune, a queen who bears only daughters is scorned.
What's more, the odds of a queen succeeding to the throne
are extremely low.
So you represented yourself as a prince?
That's quite a brash move to make.
That's for sure. That might have been fine at the time,
but what would you have done if you'd developed breasts like Lim?
So, what do we do, Tigre?
Huh?
Frankly, she's going to hamper us.
"The prince has actually survived,
and Thenardier and Ganelon tried to kill him."
Suppose that's what we claim.
When the people find out the prince is a girl, far from having them believe us...
...we'll play into the enemy's hand.
I understand what you're saying.
If I could see His Royal Majesty...
His Majesty is...
What about my father?
His mind is troubled.
Regin, why did you open up to me? Why did you trust me?
Because you... don't have any underlying motives.
Hmm?
Under the circumstances, when you were even branded as a traitor,
you had nothing to gain by helping the population in the southlands.
And yet, you desperately fought for them. What's more...
...when you granted my request, you were kind to me.
What request was this?
The other day...
I asked him to bathe me.
I have a favor to ask.
Would you help me...
...to wash myself?
Huh?
You like to play a dangerous game, don't you?
If Tigre had taken advantage of you,
were you planning to leave here without saying a word?
I realize it was craven of me,
but at the time, I couldn't think of anything else I could do.
Regin, do you... that is...
...is there any way you can prove that you are His Majesty's child?
Lutetia.
Duke Ganelon's territory?
Lutetia's capital of Artesium...
Under it, there is a door that can be opened
in a way that is only taught to the royal family.
This is something that the prime minister, Badouin, also knows.
Let's go. To Artesium.
Thank you for waiting for so long, Your Highness.
It looks like you've brought me more than I was expecting.
What are these chains?
I had them specially made.
These dragons should be able to chew up and spit out a war maiden.
Well done.
Hmm, that Thenardier... He's gotten five dragons, has he?
The army I sent to the capital will be wiped out.
But then, there's Tigrevurmud Vorn. Intriguing.
What am I to make of this situation?
The bow has been found. The Black Knight Roland,
wielder of Durandal, has been killed.
Things are progressing well. The king is... no matter.
Even if his mind snaps out of it, the poison will remain.
I have no more business here.
But Vorn will be heading to Artesium to prove who Regin is.
Thenardier will also be coming, to try to prevent that. Good...
I will leave a parting gift in Artesium for the winner.
I know, I'll set something up underground.
I will prepare a fitting stage for them.
"An enemy rampage; a horde run amok"
"Two birds of prey can keep each other company"
--Here it comes! --Help us!
Ganelon's army is vanquished.
Count Vorn's forces appear to be heading to Artesium.
Word is that Princess Regin is with the count.
I see. The cave shrine is in Artesium.
Regin, I will bury you right along with Vorn.
An emissary, you say?
It has been half a year now since Eleonora started this war.
She should withdraw now, if the situation warrants it.
I order this of you because you went to Brune for me previously.
Do you understand, Sofya?
I humbly accept this appointment.
Emissary to the capital of Brune...
His Majesty feels that the end of the war is near.
My, if it isn't Sofya Obertas.
Valentina...
It has been a long time, Sofya.
Yes, it has. What brings you to the palace?
Being cooped up in my own land, I have become starved for information.
The royal capital and the palace are a bit too busy for me,
and I find them exhausting, though.
Bye, now.
Artesium has burned down? What do you mean?
Duke Ganelon set fire to his own capital, and has now gone missing.
We're sure this isn't a false report?
Yes.
What is Thenardier doing?
After defeating Duke Ganelon's army,
he appears to be slowly moving northward.
Your Highness, our plans remain unchanged.
Let's head to Artesium anyway.
To obtain proof of Regin's identity,
the Silver Meteor Storm heads toward Artesium,
and face off against Thenardier's army on the Villecresnes Plains.
The Silver Meteor Storm numbered 20,000,
against Thenardier's army of 24,000.
While the two central divisions clash with each other,
on the right flank, Elen and Mila work together
to attack Thenardier's left flank, break through their line,
and close in on the dragons.
Ley Admos!
Shero Zam Kafa!
This is quite ominous.
So that's the power of war maidens, is it?
The moment the war maidens finish the dragons,
surround them and crush them! Spend 6,000 soldiers if you have to!
Ley Admos!
What?!
Verni!
It's too hard!
Shero Zam Kafa!
Eleonora!
This is what happens when you start acting spineless.
Bite your tongue!
Shero Zam Kafa!
Halt their advance! If we give ground here,
not only will we gain nothing,
we will lose the entirety of what we now have!
For what reason are you all here?!
By the time the sun reached its zenith,
both armies had retreated.
The dragons' chains...
Those are probably what cancelled out our dragon arts.
Cancelled out?
The same was true of the Black Knight Roland's Durandal.
There must be some metal in this world
that our dragon arts are ineffective against.
However, just because they can guard against our dragon arts,
it may make them a difficult foe, but not a forbidding one.
You're right.
So there you have it. Let us keep handling the dragons,
and you concentrate on Thenardier.
Thanks.
Don't make that face.
You have two war maidens standing side by side.
We'll get them this time.
Well then, shall we start by sorting out our situation?
It was two watches later that the armies faced each other again.
The enemy's central division?
What do you think the enemy intends?
I doubt they were unable to procure any weapons.
This is probably a smokescreen.
They want a melee, do they?
Yes, sir. They will foment our will to fight by appearing weak,
actively encouraging a melee that will protect them from the dragons.
We proceed as initially planned.
Fall back!
Hurry!
Run as fast as you can to the goal!
It's up to you, you two!
Leave it to us!
You stay sharp, too!
Sir Mashas, Godspeed.
Lady Limalisha,
keep a close eye on him that he doesn't do anything rash.
As you wish.
Carry as many as you can.
The young lord will have to shoot a hailstorm of arrows.
Yes, I know.
Having pretended to flee, Tigre's central division take up arms,
and join in the attack on the left and right flanks.
The two war maidens confront the dragons up the middle,
making this a truly singular all-out battle formation.
Slings!
Warriors throwing rocks?!
How underhanded--
Shoot down the meteors, Silvrash!
Silvrash!
Silvrash! Silvrash! Silvrash!
Eleonora!
Make way!
It's so hard!
Ludmila!
That same well-worn tactic, right?
It just goes to show how useful it is.
Arifal!
Shero Zam Kafa!
Mow down, air and all!
Ley Admos!
And that was the golden opportunity for you to do in a war maiden, too.
Now isn't the time for that, right?
We have won this battle.
Leave the rest up to Tigre, and there's no doubt about it.
You're right.
"Episode 11: Two War Maidens"
Far away, you dwell upon
memories burning bright in your heart
as though to drive away
unforeseen dark omens
While bending back the power
flooding to your fingertips
trace the arc that takes aim at the target
Keep going forth unceasingly
All you have to do is face it down
Even if you cannot win, you can undermine
This arrow will not miss
O pulsing wind and bow of black,
strike through even destiny