I'll take care of you first.
And end... the interference.
Who are you?!
I bear no name for scum like you.
Who is he?
I don't know.
Stand.
I shall end this quickly.
Impudent fool! Die!
You...
Run.
What?
Return and tell Montague that...
...Vittorio de Fresco Baldi and his family are dead.
Damn!
Don't pursue.
Why you-
No, this will do.
What?!
If their assassin did not return, more would be sent.
You've grown up, Juliet Fiammatta Asto Capulet.
What did he just say?
Wait!
How do you know that name?
Who are you?
My name is Tybalt.
We shall meet again.
I couldn't do anything.
Not for Juliet...
...nor for Benvolio.
I...
What is it, Cielo? Are you trying to comfort me?
Hey!
Where are you going, Cielo?
This place is...
You...
The name has been defaced...
My apologies for providing such a dingy house, but...
...you'll be safe here at the very least.
Not at all. We're grateful. I thank you.
And so... why exactly did you... save us?
We aim for the revival of the Capulet House.
H-Hey!
And we received word from a certain individual that there would be an attempt on your life.
A... certain individual?
I cannot reveal who.
I understand.
So then, that man, Tybalt; what he said earlier...
...it was true?
If so, the surviving child of Duke Capulet should have been a daughter.
What errand brings you here today, Romeo?
Did you pick irises for me again?
No... not today.
Oh, but of course!
If you are to give flowers to someone today, it shouldn't be to me.
Today is the Flower Fair.
Yes...
It's the only day of the year when the great gate leading to the noble's quarter is opened to the public.
And the day when you give flowers to the one you love, and let them know how you feel.
Or is it perhaps a little too early for you to care about such things?
No...
Mother, I came here today with a question.
What is it, dear?
I came upon a strange tomb in the graveyard.
A tomb? Whose?
The name was not inscribed.
If I were to count the number of Houses prohibited from inscribing names on their gravestones in Neo Verona...
...there would be that House alone.
I have met a young woman who visits that tomb.
She was like a snow-white iris...
...so orderly and lovely.
My dear... you can't be saying-
Please tell me! Tell me the name of the former Duke's only daughter.
Romeo...
She must be...
But no, even so...
Mother!
Romeo, does this young woman know that you are a Montague?
It is highly likely.
If I were to ask you to forget her...?
I can't!
I want to know. I can't let her suffer alone.
Mother!
I see. Her name was...
Juliet?
To think that she survived by disguising herself as a boy...
Daughter of the Capulet House...?
Daughter of the tyrant who oppressed the people to satisfy his own greed?
That is not the truth.
You are not the only one however.
All means of learning the truth have now been taken away from the majoirty of the people of Neo Verona.
Lord Vittorio, of all men, should know...
...whom is the true tyrant.
You cannot mean...
Montague is such a one as you describe.
According to the report...
...a carriage was sighted at the bottom of a precipice, and there is doubt that any bodies will be found.
Good work.
Sir Conrad! So you are alive!
How wonderful to see you safe!
They... know each other?
Yes. For that very reason, I revealed you to him.
Though he has been stripped of his rank...
...as an ally, the former Mayor of Verona may stand you in good stead in many ways.
As calculating as ever.
I shall accept that as a compliment.
Well! I must get going.
Today is the Flower Fair. New encounters await the bold.
It's begun.
Odin!
What?
Sorry, but could you take care of the kitchen?
Sure.
This mansion is one of our safehouses.
For the time being, you should remain here.
As you can see, it is quite run-down...
...so no one will think someone with your stature would be living here.
You've taken care of everything... thank you.
You'll have to stay in hiding for now...
...but one day, you'll be able to live in town again.
As for your son, I'll prepare a different house.
Together, as a family, you may be too conspicuous.
It may be difficult, but...
No, don't be concerned.
He's seventeen now; more than old enough to begin making his own way.
It may be a good chance for him to learn about the world.
What are you doing?
Well... I've never used one before. It's so new to me!
Perhaps you can enjoy the novelty later?
For now, move!
R-Right.
Honestly...
Enough! Forget about the cleaning.
Carry those chests to the storage room for me instead!
C-Certainly!
Heavy...
Perhaps you should take only what you can carry?
Y-Yes, ma'am!
Mercy me!
Can you believe it?
I've never seen anyone stare so earnestly at a broom before!
I've had enough of nobles! Don't you think, Odin?
What is it?
Nothing.
Cordelia... when you have time...
...could you go check on him?
You don't need to tell me.
I wouldn't abandon someone so utterly unable to look after himself.
Tybalt... he truly called himself that?
Yes.
Do you know him?
No, not as such.
It's unlikely but...
Oh, I'm fed up! I quit!
What? I don't understand what you mean!
It doesn't matter.
It does matter!
How did our prior topic turn into talk of quitting?! Tell me!
Oh, shut up, you third-rate scribbler!
What was that! Say that again, you-
What is it, Willy?
O-Odin.
It's terrible, she-
Listen, Odin! That blasted John invited three other girls to the fair!
Even when he said he would make time especially for me today!
That lunk-headed skirt-chaser!
I see...
Truly... you are a terrible judge of men.
I can't stand it!
Odin! You come with me!
Why me?
Anyone will do at the moment!
But...
Just come on!
H-Hey, wait!
What on earth...?
Does this young woman know that you are a Montague?
If I were to ask you to forget her...?
My Lord Romeo?
Hermione...
Pardon me, but... will you ask me about tonight?
As a token in celebration of our betrothal...
...his Highness the Duke will launch fireworks far outshining last year's.
They say the view is very beautiful from the Keep's terrace...
And so...
If it pleases you, we could watch them together...
Do you have other engagements?
No, not really...
Oh, good!
Then I will await you tonight on the terrace!
Lord Romeo, you do prefer roses, do you not?
Until then.
The flower I prefer...
How lovely...
Yes.
If those unsightly guards weren't here...
...it would be so much more enjoyable.
I told you to stop that!
But they annoy me!
Sure, sure.
Thank you!
Odin! Forgive me!
Oh no...
Head on home!
I'm afraid I won't get back until late.
Shall we?
You're kidding!
Irises.
Juliet...
Romeo.
Wait!
Wait, please!
Juliet!
I'm sorry!
Where are you, Juliet?
Juliet!
Juliet...
Wait!
I can't!
Juliet.
Here.
It's the one you dropped, but...
Romeo.
In The Next Episode
Shy feelings ventured in a love letter...
Though, with the sword of fate drawn from its sheath...
...a remorseful lie cannot deceive the true core of one's self...
...and cold inflexibility shoulders its black wings...
...and sounds a slow thunder of hooves.
Next time, Romeo and Juliet, Act Eight:
"Indulgence" ~What is Justice?~
Is this truly a love that shall never bear fruit?