Claus! Lavie!
Did you win?
Yeah.
We're throwing a party!
A party? That sounds like fun!
What's he-?
How are you, everyone?
Hold it right there, you two!
Gosh, he's scary...!
We are exercising the Guild's Right of Boarding.
This vessel is engaged in hostilities with the Guild.
You're plain old prisoners of war.
We decline.
They say never to mess with a goat that's got its baby with it.
Let's handle this peacefully.
Luciola's pretty tough, mister.
JUST KEEP ON TRYING, KEEP ON FLYING.
I WILL BE THE LIGHT.
If we think of the dawn as one beginning...
If we think of right now as the time to come...
It's a cloud age symphony together with you...
...off in the direction the light is shining...
...beyond the sea of clouds.
Oh, can I encounter a moment...
...that is just like magic?
in exchange for a cold night,
...the two of us flap our wings...
...and grasp hold of eternity at our journey's end.
Develop.
He's fast!
You're slow.
Oh, man!
He decked Godwin!
You're having fun, I see.
C- Captain...!
Get them!
It's all right, Luciola.
Don't try anything funny!
- Godwin! - Snap out of it!
Hey! It's no use, he's out cold!
Geez, can you believe this guy?
Say, Luciola...
No talking!
Oh, right. I'm a prisoner of war, aren't I?
Your Majesty, I believe it may be dangerous to return the cargo to the capital.
Have I not said all along that that man cannot be trusted?!
He obtained a Mysterion at that auction, so why hasn't he reported it?
I believe His Majesty has left the matter of Exile to the Imperial Princess.
I suspect my daughter of treason.
Surely that cannot be, sire.
Transfer the cargo to the Urbanus.
Yes, sire!
Sire...
Sire!
What lies in the furthest depths of memory?
What a strange poem...
Activity on the part of Anatoray's emperor?
A Vanship has left the palace.
What is its destination?
We believe it to be the fleet that is deployed on the Norkian front.
Your orders, ma'am?
Let them remain at large.
Where is Dio?
He has not reported in.
That boy is such a handful...
I like your quarters. It's nice and squalid.
What is your name?
Dio Eraclea.
Maestro Delphine's clan, hm?
What business does the Guild scion have with us?
I came to see Immelmann.
Have you seen how amazing his turns are?
Are you after Alvis?
I'm not interested in her. She's that girl you're looking after, right, Captain?
I suppose you can't take my word for it.
I'll give you a gift as a sign of friendship, then.
Don't tell Delphine.
"What lies in the furthest reaches of the skies?"
What does?
Sorry, that's all I know.
It's the Mysterion that's been passed down from generation to generation in House Eraclea.
Hamilton. Dagobert. Bassianus.
Mysteria were handed down in three other Guild houses,
...but they've all been purged.
Does the Maestro know all four?
Delphine's only got one.
She lost that other one to you at the auction, Captain.
How many do you know, Captain?
Two?
Oh, I've got it. Three.
Oh, well. Either way, it's got nothing to do with me.
Hey, is it okay if I go see Immelmann?
I don't want to fly in a Vanship that fights.
You see a different sky than I do now, Claus.
I think I understand why you fight.
So I tried to stick with it, but I just can't do it.
So I... I'll keep your fighting Vanship in working order.
I'll be your mechanic, Claus.
Go look after Vanship #5, Claus.
Listen, I'm gonna up our dads' Vanship no matter what.
So you hang in there, too, and don't forget about our dream of the Grand Stream, Claus.
Yeah...
C'mon, get your act together!
Didn't you say you'd protect me and Al?
I've got wonderful news, Immelmann!
He's here!
Listen to this! Your Captain appointed you as my minder!
You're kidding...
It's the truth.
Right, Luciola?
This means that we'll be joined at the hip from now on!
During the last pit stop at the race, was it your call to only fill up your fuel tank halfway?
What about it?
It was a good decision. I guess that means it was you that I lost to.
Did you hear that, Claus?!
Come on, Immelmann. I'll take a look at your carrier craft for you.
That's okay, I can do it myself...
My impressions during our dogfight...
...make me think that the airframe's balance is terrible, and it's got problems with drag, too.
- Hey, he's not so bad! - Plus, the torque on your right-
Signal flare spotted!
It's the Urbanus!
Order from bridge.
Secure message tube. Vanship on watch, move out.
I say again, secure message tube. Vanship on watch, move out.
You're late, Alis!
This thing's construction is so primitive...
You think so?
I mean, if this thing goes down, you're a goner.
You've got to see this, Luciola! It's fastened down with solder!
Hey...
What's the Silvana use for a powerplant?
I don't know.
This is a mystery ship with a Unit that isn't registered with the Guild.
Isn't that fascinating?
C'mon, take me to the engineering section!
I can't do that, and you know it! For one thing-
You're going to leave those two running around free?
At the very least, it will keep the Guild from shooting at us.
They're apparently expressing interest in the Claudia Unit.
Let them do as they please. I want to see what they do when they meet the Chief Engineer.
Lescius, sir?
Enter.
Tatiana Wisla reports mission accomplished, sir.
Right.
From the Urbanus, sir.
Well done.
Pardon me, sir.
She's as formal as ever, I see...
She's just eager.
Vincent is requesting a meeting.
So, the Emperor is finally making his move...
Prepare Heavy Cargo for takeoff! Departure in seven minutes!
I say again, prepare Heavy Cargo for takeoff!
Fuel her up!
Don't just stand there!
Go bring the spare tank!
Damn it, move that Vanship out of the way!
Hey, I'm busy!
Claus.
Fly escort for us.
I'll go up, ma'am.
Tatiana...
Claus has no experience.
I do not believe that selecting him as your escort pilot is the right decision.
Tatiana, those are the Captain's orders.
But Claus doesn't have a navi!
I'll do it.
Alis...
I'll be Claus' navi.
Very well. I'll authorize it.
Tatiana. There's no freedom in your skies.
I hope we'll work well together, Claus.
Sure...
We don't have much time. Let's get prepped.
Right.
Hello, Alex.
It's been a long time.
Not since the Battle of Otranto, right?
The Guild, the Goliath, Giancarlo...
You don't leave a single blade of grass standing in your wake.
It's good to see that you're as unsociable as ever.
State your business.
I wouldn't dream of meeting you empty-handed.
I come bearing something wonderful.
An Urbanus institution. Warship Coffee.
Give it a try.
Uh... Miss Alister?
Call me Alis.
What are you looking at?
The stars.
The stars are becoming unreliable.
You can't get a correct bearing even if you look at the stars.
Something is happening up there in the skies.
Isn't that aroma wonderful?
These are finest beans from the northern highlands.
It's ready.
On a cold night, nothing can top this.
His Majesty is concerned about the cargo.
The imperial rescript says to learn something called a "Mysterion" from it,
...and bring it to the capital.
And it says for me to collect it.
Unbelievable...
My hands are already full with keeping the Disith fleet on the Norkia front in check.
What a pain...
What in the world is it?
I won't hand over the cargo.
Your reason being...?
Do you realize what this means?
I believe I do.
In that case, you leave me no choice but to fight you.
It won't be easy, Alex.
What the-?
Claus!
What's that?!
The Urbanus. Get a good look while you can.
This is a Guild Unit, no two ways about it.
Do you suppose they got it from a downed vessel?
Be careful, sir. There may be survivors from the rebellion here.
I have you here, Luciola, so I'll be fine.
What are you doing here?
You two... Are you Guild?
Aren't you, too, mister?
I'm Dio.
The little boy of bloody House Eraclea?
You've grown.
Wow, you know me.
What are you doing here, mister?
Been here long?
You're keeping me from my work.
What happened to the people you left the Guild with?
That's ancient history. I forgot that long ago.
More importantly, what are they doing about those abnormalities in the weather controller?
If they don't do something about it, it'll mean the end of the world.
What are you talking about?
You haven't been told?
I guess not.
Does the Guild intend to abandon Disith?
You play chess, too, mister?
I'm really good.
I'll stop by again sometime.
Let's go, Luciola.
Yes, sir.
We'll play a game then!
It's almost dawn.
I hate you.
Why's that?
Because you're weird.
I am?
You call Claus by that weird name, for one thing.
Immelmann is Immelmann.
Claus is Claus!
You're Alvis.
You know my name?
I know lots about you.
I'll read you a poem.
A poem?
Alex, we need to talk.
It can wait.
The Urbanus is coming.
What poem?
What lies in the furthest reaches of the skies?
I knew it, you're-
Hey, you're awake, Al?
Al? What's wrong?
What did you do to Al?!
I read her a poem, that's all.
Al?
Al!
Claudia pressure climbing!
Cause?
Unknown!
"Altimeter"
We're gaining altitude!
It's strange! Atmospheric pressure started dropping all of a sudden!
Steam pressure climbing inside the ship!
Fire in the hangar!
Engine room, cut Claudia pressure by 50%!
Bypassing Claudia pipe.
Do you think it's the Urbanus?
No.
Amazing! That's amazing!
Al!
That which will guide the lost child back to her mother's arms.
Exile...
Nighttime is fast approaching.
You are near, yet so far away.
What do you admire?
Who do you care for?
Words catch in my throat at the sight...
...of people risking their lives...
...and of diaphanous beauty.
If you are going to travel the skies,
...I want to become your wings.
One day, I promise that I will have...
...supple wings that will never snap...
...no matter how strong the wind may be.
Set course for the Dragon's Fangs. We will intercept the Urbanus.
Take them alive?
If I don't have the resolve to sink him, how do they expect me to defeat Alex's Silvana?
Hard to starboard. Port guns, prepare for artillery combat.
Shell type, incendiary scattershot.
All ships, sixteen-point turn!
Next on Last Exile, episode 12. "Discovered Attack. "
What a shame, Alex...