Zelada!
Hello, Lady Exedilica.
It's an honor to see you again.
You!
And Sir Matoba, you seem to be doing well...
Zelada!
How terrifying.
So perhaps... excuse me.
Tilarna!
Zelada, you piece of shit!
I'll kill you! I'll kill you!
Well, that's certainly concerning.
Perhaps you should take a nap instead.
You caught a suspect in the gun smuggling case?
Yes. We're just about to get more information, but...
Eugene Bolai. A Semanian immigrant.
One of those Lahge guys.
He was using the company's equipment to make that steel stuff little by little.
The history's been deleted, but...
You weren't investors?
Sorry. We're the cops.
Got it. Yeah, bring him in.
Sheesh, where the hell are Matoba and Exedilica?
Lady Exedilica,
how are you feeling?
Terrible.
Not because of your magic. But because of your face.
Your voice is so beautiful.
Though it sounds a little barbaric speaking the words of the doreany.
Lately I've taken a liking to their language.
It has lots of insults.
I'd prefer not to hear such words coming from you.
Die, Zelada, you disgusting old geezer.
Get on your knees, press that smirking face of yours against the ground,
and piss yourself while you beg for forgiveness.
How very sad.
As I've always said, nothing good comes of spending too much time on Earth.
Where's Kei? Tell me now, so I can send you to hell where you belong!
Oh, Sir Matoba?
Well, I hope he's all right.
But that FBI agent doesn't seem the type to ask questions delicately.
That man named Chan?
What are you planning with him?
The same thing I was planning with Sir Roth.
Our interests are aligned, you see.
I don't have any ideals.
I just want to live life on easy street.
So that's why you teamed up with Zelada?
He's a lot more cunning than he looks, you know.
Taking risks is what business is all about.
Our original plan had been for Coal Mozeleemay to win the election.
He's incompetent and easy to control.
If Kahns and Tourte died to accidents during the election,
Coal would be the next mayor.
It was important to Zelada that Semanians use Earth weapons
to carry to the assassinations.
Why?
So that you'll all hate each other.
The Semanians and the doreany.
And the vaifaht steel gun?
Mrs. Mozeleemay wanted Semanian support badly.
She would look after any craftsman from the other world who wanted to come here,
even giving them work.
Craftsmen? The Lahge...
The complexity of this device astounded me.
Who'd believe it could be a gun?
It's truly magic.
Laugh.
One, two, three.
I guess you can't fire it unless it's a gun.
That's what killed Coal.
It was Ethan who decided that without talking to us.
Ethan?
The assassin you slew.
He was a marine who went missing eight years ago in the Semani world.
And somehow he came back, with knowledge of magic and swordsmanship.
Ethan Dole.
A man with potential... for a doreany.
Was it you who trained him?
Of course not.
I'm terrible with a sword.
You've figured it out, haven't you?
You should have recognized that style.
Oh, Leeze...
Leeze.
In the Mirvor, that word means "Master."
Which means... which means...?
Lady Exedilica.
It's time to tell you how I feel.
I fear for the future of our world, for Leto Semani.
So you turned to terrorism?
I'll say it as many times as I have to.
The Semanians and the doreany must hate each other.
Otherwise, it will be impossible to protect our lands from their civilization.
Civilization?
You must know the tragedy that's taking place in your homeland.
Earth... Doreany weapons, doreany tools, disgusting "pornography"... everywhere.
Even things like this...
Disgusting noise like this...
The Semanian people are gladly accepting it all.
Sir Elbaji was a skilled warrior and highly intelligent man,
but he spent too much time among the wickedness of the doreany.
Men such as him will soon be found everywhere in our world.
"Decadence."
That is the only word to describe doreany civilization.
I have done evil. I have killed innocents.
But I have never given in to decadence.
I swear to you, not even once.
Now, let's get to the point, Detective Matoba.
I want to talk business with you.
What can I do for you?
I want the photo.
The scandal photo that Randall took.
I want to be the only one who has it.
I can't have anyone else having it.
You want my password.
You want to delete that stupid picture from my account?
Hacking the account of a city police officer isn't an easy thing to do.
Right now, Marla is taking the lead in the mayoral lead.
She has the sympathy votes. She'll win at this rate.
Marla was your client, right?
And you're going to blackmail her?
We're very greedy, you see.
We can't have you or Randall owning a copy of that photo.
I see.
You can torture me, but if I can last the four days until the election,
you'll have a problem.
I'm glad you follow.
Looks like that Marla woman is one nasty bitch.
I couldn't say.
I don't care who the next mayor is, as long as they and I can be friends.
Now, tell me the password, and I'll free you.
Of course, I'll pay you for your trouble too. Fifty thousand dollars.
You need to be a part of this too.
Fine.
The pass is seven characters.
Don't get it wrong. The first letter is F. Then U.
Then C. Then K.
Are you fucking with me?
I'm totally serious. That's the problem.
It appears we're at an impasse in negotiations then, Detective Matoba.
This never was a negotiation!
You'll free me if I tell you the password? And pay me?
Who the hell would be dumb enough to believe that?
Tell me.
I told you. It's F-U--
Oww...
Tell me! Now get up!
Don't mess with me!
Wake up--
Stop!
A guy's head isn't like a soccer ball... oww.
Randall... I'm sorry.
Decadence.
The only thing that can preserve our home
from this devouring decadence is hatred.
Hatred to the point where you don't even want to look upon a doreany tool.
That is the only way to survive, I believe.
Lady Exedilica, don't tell me you intend to accept this decadence?
Down that path lies depravity.
Depravity. Depravity, you said?
Indeed. The introduction of doreany culture--
Zelada, what you call "depravity" is just fear of change!
Nonsense!
It's true. You're a coward.
All your talk about the evil you've done
just hides the fact that you're afraid of the chaos of the world.
I do not fear it.
Someday I'll find something that shines within the filth.
Impossible.
Look at reality.
What you say is--
Reality, you said.
Then let me tell you this: the gate is open!
And it won't be closing.
We have to change.
We have no choice but to do the best we can under that situation!
I see.
I'm disappointed, Lady Exedilica.
Kill me then, if you must.
But remember this well: you couldn't change the mind of a single girl.
And if you can't do that,
it's impossible for you to achieve the great things you hope for.
Very well then.
Farewell, Lady Exedilica.
It seems you are protected by the grace of Kizenya.
It's Sir Matoba.
He's tearing a path through my puppets...
Kei!
Zelada!
Zelada, looks like you're a shitty dancer.
Disaster!
My servants are being defeated one after another.
Of course. The dead you control cannot possibly stop Kei Matoba!
So it seems.
So, what to do then?
Kei will be here soon.
Give up and surrender.
It seems my last servant has fallen.
I was afraid because I wasn't sure whether to have you or Sir Matoba die first.
What?
What would Sir Matoba say when he gets here and finds your corpse?
Or what would you say if Sir Matoba were to perish in front of you?
It was a difficult choice to make.
You scum.
I've made my choice.
I wish to see Sir Matoba's despair.
And so...
Lady Exedilica...
Arms of steel. Protection of the war god!
Scales of lead. Transmutation of hell.
You need to learn to give up.
This isn't like you at all.
You're certainly hanging in there.
So perhaps...
Zelada!
You're here early, Sir Matoba.
I'm in dire peril!
And so...
Kei, above you!
Kei!
We'll use the sprinklers.
When we see him, attack at the same time I do.
I'm sorry... I can't stand up. My strength hasn't returned.
Fine.
So...
How can you assail my poor old ears with such noise?
I thought my eardrums would burst.
I shall send you to hell with all the suffering I can muster!
You still haven't learned.
There!
Very clever. However...
You can't aim at me from here!
Kizenya, forgive me.
Unbelievable... unbelievable...
It can't be...
Yuck.
I'm gonna have nightmares of that.
Rick, I pulled it off.
Can you move?
A little.
Have this back.
I'm sorry.
Don't worry about it.
No, I was talking to the sword.
Oh, I see.
They won't be able to send backup for a while.
Why?
All these riots and stuff.
All the cars are out on calls.
They said to wait 30 minutes.
This city's done for.
I see.
What about Randall?
I couldn't save him.
I see.
Speaking of Randall...
What do we do with this photo?
Why are you asking me?
If I give this to HQ, it'll probably be made public,
and Mrs. Mozeleemay is done for.
Tourte will win in a landslide.
So you want to delete it?
It's legally and ethically wrong,
but I can play dumb.
To be honest, I don't care what we do.
The gods of Kizenya would not forgive that.
The lightning of judgment...
I'm sorry, it should be my decision, not the gods', right?
I think so.
Then that photo...
Turn it in. It's important evidence.
You're sure?
Yeah.
And even if the town's a mess now, no matter who the mayor is,
it's still a good town.
Because...
Because?
Well... because there's lots of good people here.
Maybe so.
Because...
...you're here.
Peace returned to the city.
All the people who'd been screaming and yelling just seemed to disappear.
Before, I would've looked down on them as barbarians.
But now things are different.
They're afraid, worried, and confused.
Just like us,
they're people.
The Knights always taught me to wipe out evil wherever I found it.
--But... --And I swear to...
But now I've started to learn
which evils can be defeated and which can be forgiven.
Does that make me weaker?
But if it's also made me a little smarter,
I think it's a small price to pay.
Father, please don't be sad.
I'm staying in this town.
In this town where so many weak, foolish, and greedy people live.
But I love them. And I'm going to stay here and find a path with them.
Please send my best wishes to my mother and Shajinna.
May the light of Kizenya shine upon you...
Let's get going.
U-Um...
What?
Sergeant Exedilica.
I wanted to talk...
Do you have some time?
He apologized for before.
He feels really bad about it, I think.
What would you do?
Have him spin three times in a circle and bark. And then you'll be even.
Got it.
Wait--
Spin three times in a circle and bark.
One, two, three, bark.
Let's go, Tilarna.
Earthlings aren't so bad, are they?