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Lydia.
Lydia?
Although you're so near, I still don't understand you.
Why?
Who is it you seek?
It's you, Lydia.
Please don't hurt me any more.
I admit that I've been pushy, but I'm not forcing you.
Right?
I can't see you any more.
I'm leaving for the fairy world.
Lydia! Wait, Lydia!
Lydia! Lydia!
A dream?
This is...
Raven.
Good morning, Lord Edgar.
Lydia was here last night, wasn't she?
Yes, she was.
Did you bring her here?
Yes.
What time did she leave? How did she look?
I don't know.
This is horrible.
My first happy night and I have no recollection of it.
Raven, why did you bring Lydia to my room last night?
I was under the impression that you wished to see her.
You thought correctly, Raven.
But, you shouldn't throw a helpless sheep like her into the den of a drunk and unrestrained wolf.
But, Lord Edgar, you're not much different when you're sober.
I suppose you're right.
Whatever it is, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't long to hold her.
Tompkins, prepare a bouquet of flowers, on the double.
Bring out the carriage as well.
Right away.
Master, it may be the social norm to only do it after marriage...
...but it's not rare for couples to get the order mixed up.
It becomes a small matter once you've lived with each other a long time.
A long time, eh?
Lydia, can we talk for a bit?
Why are you here?
I'd like to marry you right away.
Don't be silly. Are you still drunk?
I'm sober.
Then you're not being serious, right?
Lydia.
I made you cry, didn't I? Your eyes are swollen.
Was I that forceful?
I know I was drunk, but it's not normally like that.
I was very inconsiderate since it was your first time.
But, considering the circumstances, I think we should get married as soon as possible.
Huh? What circumstances?
We were joined last night, weren't we?
What are you saying?! We didn't do anything!
Huh? What do you mean?
You don't remember?
You fell asleep halfway.
Ermine...
Halfway? How far in was that?
You fell asleep right from the start!
Then why were you crying?
I'm not telling even if it kills me.
I'm sorry. I really did embarrass you, didn't I?
I see. So nothing happened.
Thanks for the gesture, but there's no need to rush a wedding.
I see.
This is great news, isn't it?
So, please take those flowers and leave now.
I wasn't going to withdraw my proposal though.
Then let me give you my reply now – No!
Lydia, I'm being serious here. Please believe me.
Enough already!
I'm not the one you want!
Holding me and calling out another girl's name – you're despicable!
Another girl? Who?
You'd know if you took a moment to think, right?
Since she's the one who's most important to you!
You threw me into despair just as I was about to put my trust in you!
I'll never trust you again! Leave!
Lydia, don't cry so much.
I'm on your side.
I'll return the silk hat... ah, and also the suit and boots the Earl gave me.
Hey, don't laugh!
Adorable.
I mean, you look lovely, Nico.
Really?
Like a mysterious cat-burglar.
Is Miss Lydia angry with me?
You're fine.
By the way, Raven, can you think of any girl's name I would say in my sleep?
Yes.
Let's hear it then.
Shall I go in alphabetical order?
On second thought, maybe not.
Your Honour, is this the painting?
It's not signed, is it?
This belonged to my father.
But my father wasn't the one who drew it.
I guess we still don't know who drew it.
Anyway, Your Honour, what is it about this painting?
I've seen this painting before.
It was in the Duke Sylvanford's manner house, if I'm not mistaken.
Then, the Duke placed it in my father's care?
I don't know when my father began to realise the Prince's conspiracy...
...but he must have entrusted the painting to O'Neill because he sensed an impending danger.
If this is true, then that might have been the reason why the Prince killed your father.
Even if that were true, that doesn't change the fact that the Prince is my enemy.
Please don't worry about that.
Thank you, Paul.
But there's something strange about this painting.
It's not very well composed.
It appears to be centred around the shield.
Perhaps there's a message written on it.
G-L-A-D-Y-S
Gladys?
A-S-H-E-N...
It's done.
1747, the Unblessed was born.
The Prince of Misfortune; contracted with the Unseelie Court.
I shall use all my power to banish that evil soul from England.
But, I suppose my life will end.
The tears of the banshee foretell it so.
Let us entrust the rest to the future.
The successor of the Earl of the Blue Knight, I demand you eradicate the blood of the Prince.
It is only our clan that can exterminate that devil.
I pray that a new successor will appear, and succeed everything of our clan.
Gladys Ashenbert.
By 'The Prince of Misfortune', does she mean the Prince?
The Prince carries the blood of the king who was banished from England in the Glorious Revolution.
Then, it is true...
Eradicate the blood of the Prince, huh?
I carry royal blood as well.
If I'm deemed unfit to be the Blue Knight Earl...
...then my existence is a hindrance to finding someone capable of destroying the Prince.
It should be someone capable of finding and unlocking the amber sealing the banshee's memory...
...and that someone isn't me.
Someone who isn't just the Blue Knight Earl by name.
If I'm able to protect her, then I don't care if I die.
I've always been prepared for death.
However, Lydia...
...you're still mad at me.
But I guess there's no problem since nothing happened.
After all, it ends without you becoming a widow or losing your virginity.
So much for my plans.
I've come to fetch you, Lord Edgar.
Ermine?
This is indeed the Prince's way of doing things.
How's this, Lydia? Doesn't the wind feel great?
Yes.
Lydia, let's go to the moon.
To the moon?
That's impossible. You can't fly.
I can. I'll take you there.
So beautiful.
All right, we're heading straight for the moon!
Wait, milady!
Milady! You were about to be taken to the fairy world!
Kelpie...
You entered my dream?
Bah, meddlesome little fairy.
You mustn't do that, Sir Kelpie.
She's the Earl's fiancée.
Lydia isn't wearing the ring.
Milady, put on Bow quickly!
Please, hurry!
The engagement is meaningless.
The Earl only has a few days to live.
What did you say?
The amber he has didn't burn.
The engagement will become invalid when he dies.
It'll be a problem if you got caught up in it.
Edgar is going to die?
The banshee prophesied his death?
Was that the reason why he took off the engagement ring?
Kelpie, I'm going.
Forget about him!
I don't think that's possible.
Why?
That's what I'd like to find out as well.
Isn't that great, Bow?
Because you informed me, Kelpie wasn't able to take her away.
If he's prepared to face his death, then he should also be able to find a way to survive.
Because, Edgar...
...you're not alone.
Good morning, Miss Lydia.
Where's Edgar?
Please calm down, Miss Lydia.
At times he may appear insincere, but...
He's not in?
It's nothing to worry about.
His position as your fiancé is very strong.
There's nothing you need to worry about.
Miss Lydia!
Good timing. I think I may have a clue as to the amber's location.
Can you please come with me?
Yes.
Miss Lydia, tolerance is important when dealing with hot-blooded gentlemen!
Miss Lydia, this painting was entrusted to my father by Duke Sylvanford.
We learned that it was entrusted to the Duke's family by Lady Gladys a hundred years ago.
There's a message on the shield's herald.
The embers of the gods of ages past, the daoine sídhe.
Is this beautiful blonde Gwendolen?
Wow, that's a great painting.
You were following us?
Whose voice was that?
Paul, you can hear Coblynau's voice?
Yeah, seems like it.
Dear me. Pardon the late introductions.
I'm called Coblynau. How do you do?
Ah, how do you do? I'm Paul.
But this really is a magnificent painting.
The lapis lazuli blue is so vivid.
The malachite green is of extremely high quality too.
Coblynau, I'm having a very important conversation with Paul right now.
Well, Bow said that I may be of help to you.
The ring said that?
So, how may I be of help?
Let me see...
Oh yeah, you're able to locate gems, right?
Yes. What would you like me to find?
I want you to find this amber stone.
The one sealing the memory of the banshee of the Ashenbert family.
It was around a hundred years ago.
If you're searching for that, then... Look, it's in the painting.
The colours are superb.
Where's the amber?
Here.
In the lady's golden hair.
This?
Ah! I normally don't use amber for my colours.
It's too expensive for a poor artist like me, so it didn't even cross my mind.
Don't tell me... In order to fulfil his duty as the Blue Knight Earl, Edgar...
...went to Ulysses on his own?
That was the only reason why I was able to remain a noble.
Nobles risk their lives to protect their retainers, their family and the citizens.
To that end...
Paul, can you lend me this painting?
Sure, but what are you going to do with it?
I'm going to find the banshee.
You don't say! How?
Cobylnau, can you please open a fairy path?
With this painting, we should be able to find the banshee without getting lost.
Got it.
I'm going with you.
But, I can't ensure your safety.
That concerns me even more.
Actually... The banshee might listen to you.
Please come then.
What are you doing? Did you drop something?
Is that you, Nico?
I'm the mysterious cat-burglar.
Lord Edgar has disappeared. I'm feeling troubled.
There was no trace of him leaving the mansion.
Ah hah! There's an opening here.
Opening?
An opening between the human and fairy worlds.
They entered the fairy world through here, perhaps?
Nico, please take me there.
I'm sorry, but Lydia is the only human I have permission to open a portal to the fairy world for.
Then, I'll take Raven there.
She won't mind you opening a portal for a fairy, right?
Well, in theory.
Nico, Miss Lydia and Mr Ferman have disappeared as well.
What?!
What has that Lydia done?!
I guess I have to then.
Raven, you won't be able to return to the human world if you get separated, got that?
Let's go.
Sister...
Come on. Let's go.
I'm here to escort you, milord.
Lord Ulysses is expecting you.
That's so like a fairy doctor.
Having a pet dog disguised as a human.
Welcome, and thank you for coming, Lord.
What a great mansion, with only one dog as a servant.
It's very unkempt too, on top of that.
Oh dear. Did I ruin your mood?
It's because I had to see your face.
Are you Ulysses's son?
No Lord, I'm Ulysses himself.
The second one, however.
Are you one of the miserable Prince's slaves, too?
I'm not like you.
Even when you're claiming to be the real Blue Knight Earl?
Yes, exactly.
The Ulysses I saw at the Prince's place wasn't young like you.
He was a rather high-classed middle-aged man.
Like I said, that's me, Lord.
You managed to plant such memories into my head in that manner?
I was being changed and moulded into the Prince's successor in the very same way back then.
You still don't know anything.
Oh. So are you going to tell me?
Those eyes again, Lord?
The boy tortured to the verge of death, glared at me with those very same eyes.
That day, in a battered state, you swatted my hand away.
That pride and resentment of yours is certainly the reason why you're still alive today.
It's because you were the young son of the Duke, being served all your life...
...that we came to realise that you were a suitable candidate to succeed the Prince.
The main family of the Blue Knight Earl's has ceased to exist.
I'm all that's left – the unrecognised, illegitimate child of the Earl's main family.
You should have just obediently played your part as the Prince's vessel.
Then, shall we make a wager...
...to see who's more fit to be the Blue Knight Earl?
I've always wanted to kill you!
Not only were you chosen to be His Highness' vessel, but you've also taken the name of the Blue Knight Earl!