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Yes?
Good morning, Lydia.
What is it? I'm a little busy right now.
Your book is upside down.
Paul is here to discuss matters.
He's still not able to remove the moon ring?
And also, that black horse.
Who might that horse be?
He's not just a horse. He's an aquatic horse, a kelpie.
A ferocious, man-eating Unseelie Court.
An evil fairy who is said to leave nothing behind except the liver.
Marigold!
Marigold! Where is the bridegroom?
Did someone call me?
Sweetpea!
Marigold! Just when I finally found you, you're in a place like this!
I'm sorry, actually...
Nico, another problematic fairy has appeared.
This time it's not my fault.
Unbelievable!
Not only was the moon ring stolen from you, but the ring was placed on someone other than the Earl?!
I'm so sorry!
Please hang in there!
I'm sick of waiting.
Let's just have the queen marry whoever is wearing the ring.
Wait! Are you saying anyone will do as the queen's consort?
We'll just introduce him as the Earl when we bring him back.
That's unreasonable!
Might I ask what's going on, Lydia?
Well...
Your Honour, please pardon our sudden intrusion.
I'm the queen's attendant, Sweetpea.
Ah, nice to meet you.
We'd like you to understand that the Queen decided that she would marry the person who wore the ring.
Your Honour, I'll come fetch you again at the next opportunity.
Next opportunity?
Yes. It's because humans have short lives.
I don't think I'll be the Earl any more by then.
And more importantly, Paul is a painter that I've had my eyes on.
It'll be problematic if I lose him.
Then, how about a trade?
No, no trades.
In that case, you have no right to stop us. We'll bring him back.
Don't be stupid, you little fairies!
Kelpie!
I'm giving that moon to Lydia!
Do anything rash and I'll eat you!
That's the Unseelie Court who stole the moon from me!
What did you say?!
Cut it out!
The fairy doctor won't forgive you if you dare approach Mr Paul!
Well, looks like the discussion is over.
Until Paul manages to remove the ring, I'd like him to make a painting to decorate the mansion...
...using Lydia as his model.
Edgar...
Miss Lydia, let's try over there.
By the way, what kind of person is the Earl?
You seem like you know him the best.
That's not true...
A long time ago, when I first visited a noble's residence...
...I made a promise with a boy who greatly resembled the Earl.
With a boy who greatly resembled Edgar?
Yes, he was like a young Lord with blond hair and ash mauve eyes out of a fairytale.
I was sixteen then, and, upon seeing my poor practice works, he said that I had talent.
Thanks to him, I began to realise how much I loved drawing.
It was an invaluable promise, wasn't it?
He had poor health, and couldn't go to school...
...but he was fair and considerate.
Ah, Miss Lydia, please don't move.
That sounds so different from Edgar.
That's why...
...I was rather unsettled when I heard that he and the Duke's family passed away in a fire.
When I was twelve, that name died along with my parents.
I wanted more than anything for that young Lord to see my paintings if I became a full-fledged painter one day.
If that boy were still alive today, I'm sure he'd remember you.
I'd be delighted if he remembered me.
Edgar, did you have poor health when you were young?
Yes, I had asthma, and I was kept in the house.
I hardly met even the guests who visited the manor house.
So that's why there's no one in high society who knows your past.
Even if there were someone who remembered that boy, I don't think the same would go for me.
With the exception of one person, probably.
Say, why do humans cook their meat?
Why are you here?
To see you.
So, have you managed to remove that ring from him yet?
Please move. That's Paul's seat.
Be quiet! You can't even see fairies.
If you want to be with her that much, then let me hire you too.
Since you're a horse, you should be able to pull a carriage, shouldn't you?
I ain't a horse! I'm a refined aquatic horse!
What's wrong, Your Honour? Not calling for your servant today?
If you're talking about Raven, he's not in right now.
So, no one will stop me then if I feel like breaking your neck.
I'll stop you, Kelpie!
Get that bible away from me!
Doesn't it embarrass you to be rescued by a woman?
Actually, my heart is racing because Lydia is chasing away the man courting her for my sake.
Lydia, what do you find attractive about this weakling who uses such arbitrary reasoning?
The one Lydia likes is a fairy painter though.
What are you saying?
Cain, that's the reason why I'm not your rival.
Really?
Edgar, don't say such irresponsible things.
If you do fall in love with him, I'll back down like a man.
At the very least, I don't want to be hated by you.
You didn't need to spell it out. I know you're not serious about me.
Oh. So you're not actually in love with Lydia?
Cain, you can have this too.
What did you make me eat?!
How could you eat something recommended by an untrustworthy man?
It's a liver pâté.
I heard that aquatic horses always avoid that.
Edgar, how could you do such a thing?!
Why you...!
I'm gonna tear you from limb to limb the next time we meet!
What a pity, not being able to eat foie gras.
So, did Paul's father go under a different name as an painter?
Not as Ferman, but as O'Neill.
It's not in the investigative report.
Investigate the painter going by O'Neill.
From what I recall, his father was a painter known by the name of O'Neill.
Yes.
What about that secret society which left that death threat with the red moon seal?
Just as you said, a large number of the people going in and out of Slade's art dealership...
...wore accessories depicting a red moon.
Red moon... The Scarlet Moon, eh?
Won't your father worry if you're out this late?
Yes.
I kind of lost track of the time today.
What's that?
Oh, this card?
Paul gave this to me as a gift for being his model.
A drawing of an iris?
In the language of flowers, it means 'message of love'.
It's a love letter to you.
You don't cry when he's the one courting you, do you?
I'm going home.
You've always accepted me.
I feel that I am allowed to carry the name of the Earl...
...as long as you don't turn your back on me.
Edgar?
This is how I really am.
I thought that no one except my companions could possibly understand how I feel.
You were the only other one who accepted my emotions.
Is it so wrong for me to hold special feelings for you because of that?
The one occupying your heart isn't a girl...
...but an old enemy, correct?
You never tell me anything essential.
Even if the small role I play is to console you, that isn't love.
Can't we just be friends?
That goes against my principles.
It's all over when a girl calls you just a friend.
Sheesh, I've had enough!
Do you think you can run away again like on that night?
What are you talking about?
Are you afraid of me?
Or afraid of falling in love?
It'll be problematic if you fall in love with me.
Because, I couldn't possibly accept.
So...
I know.
If you do, then please move aside!
No.
You are afraid.
You've convinced yourself that there's no way that it could ever work out.
That way, you're able to avoid any disappointment.
I just don't want to mistake the distance that we should keep.
We're just employer and fairy doctor.
That could easily change.
We can change it, right?
Let go. What are you going to do?
I'm going to kiss you, Lydia.
I can only kiss your wrist now.
Pardon me, Your Honour.
It looks like your knight in shining armour has come to save you.
Your Honour, I wasn't...
You may go.
Our talk is over.
Why doesn't Edgar understand?
Paul doesn't love me.
He just wants Edgar to be a gentleman.
Hey, Lydia. Aren't you going to have dinner?
I don't want any.
Ah, really?
Hey. Did you eat something weird and get an upset stomach?
That would be you, wouldn't it?
Honestly, the water in London is so stagnant.
Thanks to that, I wasted a lot of time trying to extract the poisons.
I'm in a bad mood right now.
Let me cheer you up then. Here's something nice.
How adorable!
I picked it up.
You ate the chicken, didn't you?
Well, I don't attack humans because you disapprove of it.
It's so fluffy.
What kind of feeling do you get?
A warm, soft and gentle feeling.
Don't you want to eat it?
I want to protect it.
I want us to get to know each other, and live together.
And feel sad and lonely when it's no longer around.
So, something like this?
I'm not even a little bit scared when you touch me like this.
Strange, isn't it? Even though you're an aquatic horse.
So, marry me then.
You sure can say it without hesitation.
But I'd like to become a qualified fairy doctor.
Edgar...
If only I could wrap you in my hands and protect you like this.
I'm here to seek your counsel.
Professor, you specialise not only in mineralogy...
...but are also familiar with legendary gems from all ages and places.
I'm in possession of the waning and waxing moonstone sought by one of the Earl's descendants.
Oh, the stone said to preserve the bonds of love?
Come to think of it, the queen who appears in your ancestor's tale was the symbol of the moonstone.
The Blue Knight Earl's queen was said to be his guardian fairy and an expert with the bow.
In ages past, the bow and the moon frequently meant the same thing.
If I remember correctly, her fairy name was...
The queen fairy was Gwendolen.
The other one was Frandolen.
In Gaelic, they mean white bow and red bow.
It also means white moon and red moon.
They are both the moonstone's colours.
There are also legends which say that Frandolen was the daughter of the Blue Knight Earl.
I see.
I'm glad I sought your counsel.
Thank you very much, Professor.
Was it helpful?
Professor, may I ask another question?
Why, of course.
I heard that your wife was a fairy doctor.
Was courage needed to love a girl who can see things which should not be visible?
It's as if they could see straight into the deepest reaches of your heart.
Courage isn't needed to love someone, is it?
That moment surely comes to each person out of nowhere.
Even without courage, that person would still tread the road of hardships.
I know what I'm in for.
Just like how I snatched my wife from her family and her dear fairies...
...I'm sure Lydia will one day too find someone more important than me.
A person so important to her that all need for uncertainty is erased.
That man is one of the Prince's men!
But, he doesn't appear...
There must be some mistake.
Don't you want to avenge your father?
Listen, give him a drop of this poison.
But...
The white slave that the Prince specially kept was also a pretty blond boy too.
Okay, Father. I'll be going now.
Good morning, Lydia.
Are you still angry about the other day?
What does that have to do with my being angry?
How can I get you to forgive me?
Just ignore it and I'll eventually forget it, right?
Eventually? When is that?
I will regret it if things remain awkward between us.
Regret?
My mistake. I meant 'worry'.
What a strange mistake to make.
I want you to forgive me, not forget about it.
I don't want to forget it.
Because, I've never gotten so close to you before.
Were you courted by Paul after that?
You're misunderstanding things.
Paul helped you, not me.
He said he wanted you to remain a respectable person.
He was able to become a painter thanks to a promise he made a long time ago.
He said that, more than anything, he wanted to show that person his paintings if he became a full-fledged painter.
Lydia, thank you for sparing me your time.
Where are you going?
Somewhere.
Umm, Edgar...
You'll be able to turn your fortunes around.
You're too kind.
That's why you make me hopeful.
You make me wonder whether you're actually in love with me or not.
Mr Ferman, you have a visitor.
Your Honour?!
There's something that I'd like to ask you.
What might it be?
Why are you lying about not being able to take off the ring?
I can explain...
Your name is O'Neill, not Ferman.
Why did you lie?
What are you talking about?
O'Neill was a painter too.
He was killed by the Prince eight years ago.
At least that's what you believe.
Am I correct?
I've always been Ferman.
My father has retired from being a painter and is in good health.
I'm sorry. I forgot to serve the tea.
Please.
I know about O'Neill.
He was a good painter.
You've inherited O'Neill's subtle painting sense.
As I thought, you're...
...more suited to become a painter instead of a poet.
Don't tell me, you're...
How did you know that I wanted to become a poet?
Don't drink it!
Paul, you really haven't changed.
Please forgive me, my Earl.
No, my Duke!
Stop!
He's not one of the Prince's men!
It seems the knife was covered with a nerve poison similar to snake poison.
Is there no antidote?
There isn't.
Please, Raven. Tell me what's going on.
He received a death threat from a secret society known as the Scarlet Moon.
Was this from the time of that dance instructor?
Yes. They believe he's a Blue Earl Knight impostor because he's one of the Prince's men.
Prince?
Why did Edgar not tell me?
Lord Edgar went to see Mr Ferman on his own.
Mr. Ferman? What does this have to do with Paul?
He's a spy for the Scarlet Moon.
It can't be!
I have to do something.
There's one possibility.
There's one thing I can do now.
Please wait, Edgar.
Lord Edgar.