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I want the strength to send him flying.

The strength to smash this overwhelming violence!

No...

Why is it that I swing my sword?

What was it that you taught me?

Want go home... The sea...

Did you find what you were seeking?

Trust the visions you catch glimpses of in your mind.

What am I holding right now?

What have my hands grasped?

What's the spell just for me?

Oh, I get it.

Even if my sword breaks or the reason I'm here changes,

I get to see where my transformation takes me.

So I can go on a journey to somewhere that isn't here.

Somewhere That Isn't Here Utopia

I'll try myself.

To find out why I'm here—

That's what I swing my sword for.

I'll try you, too.

With this sword.

That's it, Belle!

That's where your curse and your blessing come from!

Can you cut me,

one and only personality?!

Pierce the world!

That's when I'll be carved into the world!

When I'll truly bloom!

Bye Bye, Earth

Bye Bye, Earth

The Katakombe's in danger?!

An underground passage has linked it to the castle without warning.

How did that happen?

According to High Priest Colonel,

it relates to a secret rite of the Katakombe

passed down only to each successive head of the Collins clan.

So something's happening in the castle?

Don't tell me Gwyn started this.

As it happens, the detail that truly shocked us does concern Gwyn.

One of his messages to Colonel predicted this development in no uncertain terms.

Colonel has decided to welcome Gwyn and his band as vital to the Katakombe.

He did it. He finally dragged us into his script.

Our clan will take the lead and scout the tunnel.

We are in your debt.

Don't sweat it.

We knew we'd have to go meet up with Gwyn anyway.

Especially Mist.

Smartass!

Prepare to set out at once!

We're going through the Katakombe to the castle!

Yeah!

Nowhere...

The Army of Insatiable Emptiness.

Nowhere...

Don't move, Bennett.

But we have to do something.

This is an ordeal.

Sir Lead Solist, I choose to believe in your pride as one of the people.

In your will to be a king to all of us!

Slay the one who would cause harm.

Am I meant to obey that command?

I will cut down the self-confessed Nidhogg.

What other path can there be?

I've sacrificed too many friends for order.

It's too late to change!

I don't believe it!

God is controlling the priests to strike at Princess Sherry!

I don't understand.

Why am I...

Why is this sword of mine here?!

But you still won't listen to what your sword is saying.

I'll give my sword its proper station.

I've heard that somewhere.

I don't know where or when,

but I've heard those very words before!

Let my hand bear the sin!

Finally, I remember.

It was when I took up this sword.

That sorrowful swordwright told me...

Use the good within you

to give your sword its proper station.

Sword of mine, guide my way!

You want me to abandon the mentality of a slave to god?

I spent all that solitary time devoted to the pursuit of privilege.

You want me to cut that off and throw it away?!

You are a king.

Sire, please. Defend me.

Like the Holy Star that rises through the night and into the dawn sky.

I have overcome the last ordeal of one who would be king!

God is dead!

I hold god's dying wish in my hands!

Now that god's will is lost,

only Emoclew, the sword of the kingdom wrought from the divine tree's steel,

stands as the true symbol of our land!

Command your swords!

Bid them cut down any and all who would stop our divine princess

from singing the song of the people!

Yeah!

All right!

Let's do it!

Now we're talking!

Show them what we're made of!

Lead solist!

Together, we can—

The sword of the kingdom is our land's new symbol.

Never the key to journeys or the ideals of the Katakombe.

I will smash the key to journeys myself someday!

We'll get that key

and show the people Schwert Musik and ways of being

that are different from the castle's.

The Park and the castle will always stand

as models of Schwert Musik and proper conduct.

And there you'll be, a king of the people?

Exactly.

But first, we vanquish this threat together.

Any objections?

As the elder prince commands.

We were enemies just moments go.

You're more ruthless than you look, Bennett.

We'll settle things with Gaff another day!

Our enemies are dwellers in darkness and god-sent ghosts!

This is no less than god's funeral!

Sing the requiem only one who knows why she's here can!

Welcome, Princess Sherry.

Your stage stands ready to receive you.

This has been my dearest wish.

Everything depends on you now.

Are you leaving so soon?

The Army of Insatiable Emptiness has resurfaced.

That proves the wolf lad is about to tempt fate.

Then no one will hear my song?

The first song that's entirely mine?

This whole castle is your audience.

Without your song,

none of us—Belle included—could keep sight of what brought us here.

Now, Your Highness, your stage!

Take it!

Please, good traveling Rabbitia,

tell me just one more thing.

Do you know what I'm to sing?

Simply sing,

as though you're going on a journey.

Yes, like I'm going on a journey...

What did I just cut?

Runding's back to normal!

This sword... would never hurt me.

Its steel never stops dying.

No matter how badly you break it,

it will swallow death and come back.

So why...

Why is it taking so long to recover?

Because your blade turned my sword into something else...

Don't talk. Do you want to die?

If you're going to anyway, forget that crap and pick better last words.

How about, "Sorry, I fell head over heels for you after all."

I'm not rotting.

The world never reaches out to make peace with me until it's already too late.

You haven't cut me yet!

Belle...

Time for the awakening.

God can't hear even Princess Sherry's song anymore,

or resonate even with Prince Gaff's sword.

Nor with your howl, Princess Should-Have-Been.

Come forth from my shadow, Fangs of Insatiable Emptiness!

The time has come to put our questions to the god machine!

Nowhere!

See why Deus Ex Machina was born and what it hungers for!

I am the Prince Fatal, and my wail will lay its craving bare!

Is that...

Ashes of the Tried?!

Lay it bare this time!

Whatever we free from this god's mortal shell is true divine hunger!

The source from which the Army was born!

Adonis!

Kitty!

What terrible power!

What?

Is that... god?

Take heed.

That crucible of information, of memory,

filled over the course of centuries and then millennia...

Now divine hunger will take form and emerge from it.

It looks like... me?

Are you saying god's been craving me?!

Not yet, Belle!

If it pulls you in too, there will be no stopping it!

Bide your time.

Wait until the other bird I called for sings!

Adonis?

Girl of reason.

I'm melting into you.

Do you want to be me that badly?!

O Freunde, nicht diese Töne!

A song.

Sondern laßt uns angenehmere

anstimmen und freudenvollere!

Sherry.

Freude!

Blue priests of the chronicle!

Freude!

They're here too?

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,

Tochter aus Elysium,

Wir betreten feuertrunken,

Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!

Deine Zauber binden wieder,

Hold your ground!

The true divine song resounds from behind us!

Was die Mode streng geteilt;

Listen to the song of blessed protection!

Alle Menschen werden Brüder,

What we defend also defends us!

Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt!

Onward!

Make your swords sing of honor!

Priests and solists, all fighting without a divine summons!

They're all wielding their strength to seek their own Law of Theme!

Behold the unprecedented Schwert Musik that will set this land on a new course!

Freude trinken alle Wesen

An den Brüsten der Natur;

Alle Guten, alle Bösen

Folgen ihrer Rosenspur.

Her Highness is singing.

Küsse gab sie uns und Reben,

Einen Freund, geprüft im Tod;

I'll be!

Is the whole castle singing?

Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben,

What's going on?

Und der Cherub steht vor Gott!

Huh?

Cloud! Your leg!

Und der Cherub steht vor Gott! Steht vor Gott!

The pain's gone.

Und der Cherub steht vor Gott! Steht vor Gott!

No one can harm my sword now!

God's dying wish dwells in my blade!

Go on! Sing!

Sing our new battle!

Make this our starting point!

Listen, Sian.

I can hear it. Such a cruel song...

Sung with joy.

The mechanized dead are racing toward you,

the source of their insatiable emptiness.

This is divine hunger.

So the priests and the Army come from the same thing, deep down.

The reason I'm here now

is to try my sword on you!

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,

Tochter aus Elysium,

Wir betreten feuertrunken,

Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!

So this is the body recorded in the divine memory core.

Deine Zauber binden wieder,

Was die Mode streng geteilt;

Alle Menschen werden Brüder,

This is the origin of the world—

Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt!

The thing god considered its reason for being.

Deine Zauber binden wieder,

I cannot die...

Was die Mode streng geteilt;

Alle Menschen werden Brüder,

Not until I wipe the gods' power

Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt!

from the world!

Hey.

So you've come.

God's mind sought its own reason in its memories

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,

Tochter aus Elysium, and manifested in that borrowed form.

Wir betreten feuertrunken,

What's everyone's problem?

Is my face that easy to fake?

Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!

Precisely.

Deine Zauber binden wieder,

For you are the source of every being in this world—

Was die Mode streng geteilt;

Alle Menschen werden Brüder,

The girl who caused our functions to initiate generations of heterogenesis.

Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt!

Deine Zauber binden wieder,

Was die Mode streng geteilt;

When the girl of reason pierces the world,

Alle Menschen werden Brüder,

we lose our very existence!

Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt!

You mean me finding out why I'm here is going to kill you?

Yes.

We will explain the causal link.

We are a system, and that is our purpose.

Freude, schöner Götterfunken! Götterfunken!

Set foot in this space we occupy,

girl of reason!

Fine.

I'll take a ride on your sinking ship.

You can scheme all you like.

This sword will try everything you throw at me!

Where am I?

Behold the paradise of the ancient gods.

Eighteenth Movement Hymn: Erewhon

I don't want to play alone!

...into the reason you're here!

Will you charge us with its ruin?

I guess I can say the words you want to hear from me now.

Nineteenth Movement Reason: Moonwork

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