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[narrator] The True Demon King,
the enemy of the world

that filled the horizon with fear,
was defeated by somebody.

But the world still harbors deviant beings
capable of transforming the era,

with a hundred shura- like demons
writhing within it.

What the people seek is a True Hero
to lead the world to peace.

That person must now be chosen.

[♪ theme music playing]

ISHURA

Episode 14
Linaris the Obsidian

Former New Principality of Lithia

Lithia may have fallen,

but remnants of Lithia like us

are troublemakers
that Aureatia cannot ignore.

Ogre
Zizma the Miasma

I guess that's why they sent you
to keep an eye on us, Kuuro.

[Kuuro] I don't plan to stay long.

It's just, I'm probably the right person
to hear from you.

[Zizma] On account of old ties, huh?

[Kuuro] I heard soldiers went
to the Old Kingdom after the Great Fire.

[scoffs] You possess Clairvoyance,
yet you're asking for information?

This doesn't seem like
our Obsidian Eyes' way of doing things.

You're acting like a detective.

The people at Aureatia think
they were helped by someone.

They think there was someone in Lithia
who had connections to the Old Kingdom.

How daft some people are.

We're both anti-Aureatia.

But unlike Lithia, Old Kingdom Loyalists
believe in the supremacy of the minians.

They're ideologically opposite.

Would someone who risked their life
do something silly like that

just for some kind of reward?

[Zizma] Lana the Moon Tempest is dead.

I found her like a dead dog
on the edge of town.

I buried her,

but it turns out
she was an informant for Aureatia.

What was Obsidian Eyes even for?

Where did all our ideals go?

[♪ pensive music playing]

I, at least, was fighting for a world
where I could live properly.

Was that fight meaningless too?

[Kuuro] You and I both lost.

When people fight, one side always loses.

Whether it's me dying
or killing someone else,

I'm done with all of it.

I don't care about ideologies
or ideals anymore.

I just want to live by myself.

Bit late for that.

The weight of all the lives you've taken
will drag you down to hell.

[Kuuro] It was you
who helped those soldiers, wasn't it?

[high-pitched ringing]

[slow, heavy breath]

[Kuuro] Oh, I see.

Since my stature is smaller,

the poison would probably
affect me faster.

You were slow to notice.

Has your Clairvoyance deteriorated?

[Kuuro] Say that…

-[squelches]
-[chokes]

…once more.

[grunting]

What was that about my Clairvoyance?

[Zizma chuckles] Don't get so mad.

I know I can't beat you.

I'm not that full of myself.

[Kuuro] What is the Old Kingdom planning?

I've got a bad feeling.

A feeling that everything will go to ruin.

I wasn't told anything.

Who would trust… a man-eating ogre?

[scoffs]

You're quite right, Zizma.

[footsteps receding]

-[door opens]
-[Kuuro] The past me…

would have taken you out
the moment you spread the poison.

[Kuuro] People will have no use for me

if they find out
my Clairvoyance has deteriorated.

I'll end up just like Zizma.

[Cuneigh humming]

[Cuneigh] Kuuro!

[excited grunt]

Are you done
with the job Ms. Elea gave you?

It was to talk with an old friend,
wasn't it?

I'm not sure you'd call us friends.

What do you want as a reward
for keeping a lookout?

Hmm… I want to eat fruits!

[Kuuro] Is that all you want?

I envy you.

[Cuneigh] Huh? Why's that?

-[Kuuro] Never mind. It's not important.
-[Cuneigh exclaims]

11 days until calamity arrives

Itarky Highlands City

[♪ light music playing]

[official 1] You just need to confirm
the whereabouts of residents

who have returned to Itarky.

It's a simple job.

Minia
Shirok the Sextant

I got it.

[Shirok] Is that…

It's a huge mansion.

Who lives here? [soft gasp]

[♪ soft music playing]

-[soft chuckle]
-[gasps]

Um, I was sent by the Council of Lords
to check on the residents.

Is that so?

Nice to meet you. I'm Linaris.

May I ask your name?

I-I'm Shirok the Sextant.

You live here, don't you?

Forgive me,

but I can't help but notice
you're injured.

Huh?

[exclaims]

Yes, but… it's not a big deal.

Allow me to treat you inside the mansion.

[Linaris] If you were injured by my roses,
then I can't apologize enough.

Um, but…

I ask, won't you accept my offer?

[exclaims]

[rattling]

[soft yelp]

[Linaris exclaims]

-Is something the matter?
-What?

[splutters] Not at all!
Nothing's the matter.

[Linaris] I'll make preparations
to welcome you properly.

This mansion has no servants, you see.

[Shirok] Do you live here alone?

My father is here too.

Please wait here in the living room,
Master Shirok.

[soft exclaim]

[door opens, closes]

[Shirok grunts] Get a grip, Shirok!

You only just met this girl.

[slurps]

When did you return to Itarky?

The same time
as most of the other residents.

Right after
the True Demon King was defeated.

[Shirok] I was prepared to die in battle,
but I ended up surviving.

[Linaris] That can be lonely too,
can't it?

[soft chuckle]

If you say such things out loud,

you'll earn the scorn of those
who suffered under the True Demon King.

That's right,
but I think you're the same as me.

[Shirok] The same?

We too lost a lot
because of the True Demon King.

Right now, it's just me and my father
in this mansion.

May I ask your father's name?

The Obsidian…

Rehart the Obsidian.

-[♪ tense sting]
-[Shirok] Obsidian?

Obsidian Eyes…

[Linaris] Is something the matter?

[soft gasp] Is that really his name?

[giggles]

There would be no sense in me
lying to you.

[Shirok breathes nervously]

By the way,
why are you conducting a survey?

Uh…

Something about the literate nobles
creating a register…

In that case, may I ask a favor?

[Shirok] If it's something I can do…

If there is someone there who can read,

I'd like you to take this back with you.

[Shirok] Not a problem.

If the writing
is of a different family lineage,

there's no guarantee
the nobles will be able to read it.

I appreciate your concern.

However, I beg of you, Master Shirok…

[gasps] U-Understood!

I'll bring it back right away.

[Shirok] Will we meet again?

Yes, I'd say so.

Well, it's rather embarrassing,

-but I've always been alone…
-[exclaims]

[gasps]

I've been so lonely.

[♪ tense music playing]

If it's something written in noble script,

I can identify the lineage to some extent
based on its style, but…

Look, Shirok.

T-That's crazy! I wasn't lying!

I'm not saying you are.

[Shirok] But… Then why?

Obsidian Eyes
have already been completely wiped out.

What?

[echoing clack]

The visitors brought
many kinds of knowledge to this world.

[official 2] Which of these
do you think was the most important?

[Shirok hesitates]

[official 2] It's epidemiology.

You know that diseases are carried
by invisible, tiny living organisms,

don't you?

Why do you bring this up now?

Because it relates
to the nature of vampires.

Huh?

[official 2] I'll tell you the truth.

The leader of Obsidian Eyes,

Rehart the Obsidian,
is thought to be a vampire.

[Shirok gasps]

[♪ uneasy music playing]

They are one of the species

whose true nature remained unknown
until modern times.

They are an aberrant form of disease.

The true form of vampires
is the pathogen in their blood.

Furthermore,

vampires infect others with this disease
through wounds and mucous membranes.

[gasps]

They turn the infected into slaves

who cannot resist
the pheromones of the parent.

We know them as corpses.

Corpses…

[echoing clack]

[official 2] Now, I've explained all this
so that you can understand the truth.

-[Shirok] T-The truth?
-[drawer opens]

Are you saying that Linaris is a corpse?

-You.
-Huh?

What about me?

I had your blood checked.

You're already infected
and have become a corpse.

-[♪ tense sting]
-[Shirok gasps]

-No way! I'm not dead!
-[♪ tense music playing]

Even now, I have my own will!

Corpses are not moving dead bodies.

They simply follow commands
if the parent issues them.

[worried breath]

Was Linaris deceiving me
right from the start?

That's what the facts would suggest.

Both Rehart the Obsidian and Linaris

are nothing but threats
to the minian races.

Will you cooperate, Shirok?

ISHURA

Vampires: An aberrant form of disease,
known as vampires in the Distant World.

They can use pheromones to control
the behavior of their infected children.

[marching footsteps]

I'm asking you to guide us, Shirok,

but both your arms will be restrained,

and I will regularly check
the condition of your pupils.

I understand.

Given you're still in the early stage,

advanced manipulation
shouldn't be possible.

[official 2]
Let's go hunt down some Obsidians.

[♪ soft dramatic music playing]

Do vampires hate the sunlight?

[official 2] That's true in general,
but it doesn't stop their movements.

-[loud blast]
-[gasps]

Linaris!

[official 2]
Your information proved quite valuable.

As thanks for your cooperation,

I'll write a brief note to help you
secure admission to a hospital.

[fire crackling]

[soldier] Shirok the Sextant.

We found two burned bodies.
Want to check them?

[Shirok] No.

[cup clanks]

[official 2]
Let me tell you about love, Shirok.

The first is the most beautiful.

However, no one can truly obtain
their first love.

[Shirok] I don't need your consolation.

[official 2] It's the truth.

Anyway, I leave for Aureatia
in the evening.

I'll take you to the hospital.

Thank you.

-[bones crack]
-[soldiers groan]

-[Shirok gasps]
-[♪ tense ominous music playing]

[Shirok gasps] What happened?

-[gasps]
-We're under attack!

[grunts]

-Minister Enu!
-Keep your guard up!

[Enu] A corpse is here!

[soldier exclaiming]

-[soldier 1] Apprehend him!
-Stay still!

-[Shirok grunts]
-[soldier 2] Throw his weapon away!

[soldier 3 grunts]

I haven't done anything
to get infected!

[stretching]

[Enu] Surely there isn't a parent nearby?

They planted an infected person
from the start.

[soldier 4] There are more corpses!

Check each other's pupils!

-[gasps]
-[soldiers groaning]

-[soldiers choking]
-[gunshot]

[♪ dire music playing]

[gasps] Linaris!

If you consider
Shirok the Sextant a friend,

then show yourself!

[Shirok] Is this your will?

[yells] Linaris!

[♪ eerie music playing]

[footsteps approaching]

[rattling]

[Linaris] Master Shirok.

Linaris…

[♪ dramatic suspenseful music playing]

We meet again, just like I said.

But how cruel you are.

You tried to kill me.

[frightened exhale]

That's the parent.
You mustn't let it talk. Shoot!

[gasps]

You cannot shoot me,
Enu the Distant Mirror.

-Shoot!
-[both grunt]

[shocked gasp]

[♪ dramatic suspenseful music continues]

[Enu] Is she already controlling everyone?

-[heavy breathing]
-She didn't even touch anyone though.

Is such a variation possible?

She can infect people through the air…

[shouts]

-[gunshots]
-[soldiers exclaim]

-[body thuds]
-[♪ music fades]

[♪ soft eerie music playing]

[Shirok] Obsidian… Linaris…

You were the real Obsidian, weren't you?

Of course not.

I would never dare take on
the name of my great father.

Obsidian was my father's organization.

[Linaris]
Forever strong and forever prospering,

to guide us
toward the future that ought to be.

Stop! That person is already…

Father's Obsidian Eyes
will never be finished.

Everything will be as it was.

[smooches]

Let's begin from here.

These are the eyes
gathered before Obsidian.

Champions unmatched throughout the ages.

Fifth Vanguard, Zeljirga the Abyss Web.

Seventh Vanguard, Wieze the Variation.

F-Fourth Vanguard, Hyakrai the Tower.

First Vanguard, Lena the Obscured.

[echoing clack]

Fourth Rearguard, Frey the Waking.

[grunts] You wretched ghosts!

Obsidian Eyes is alive.

Right here, like this.

[Linaris] Enu the Distant Mirror,

you will recommend us for the Royal Games,
won't you?

For my father's sake,
let us create an age of war once again.

[Enu] Who would do what you say?

-[gasps]
-You have been doing so

-from the very beginning.
-[angry grunt]

[tearfully] Linaris, it's not true, is it?

My injury was just a coincidence,
wasn't it?

You've been all alone.

[yells] You've been lonely!
Isn't that right?

Master Shirok, I thank you.

I was so glad to be able to speak
to someone like a normal girl.

Farewell.

-[bones crack]
-[Shirok groans]

[narrator] She is the one who possesses
the power of thoroughness and cunning,

spinning spider webs
with invisible fingertips.

The one who has acquired
an impossible mutation

for an infection pathway
that common sense could never predict.

The one who leads
an ultimate and unrivaled elite force,

gathered from every corner of the world
by the greatest organization there is.

A unified, most terrible spy colony
that lurks in the deep darkness,

bound by a single will.

She is a Scout. She is a vampire.
She is Linaris the Obsidian.

Aureatia Central Assembly Hall

[Jelki] Toghie City
has been placed under martial law

by the Old Kingdom Loyalists.

[deep inhale, exhale]

Seriously?

They should at least give us something
like a decisive battle for the homeland.

[official 3]
Is it the alliance they're worried about?

Or is their true aim to get support
from other forces, perhaps?

No. Their chances of success rely
not on the alliance nor reinforcements,

but on the weather.

There's a phenomenon peculiar
to the Yamaga Great Desert

called the Particle Storm.

[Jelki] It's a ferocious sandstorm
that erodes everything it engulfs.

That Particle Storm continues to move
toward Aureatia.

Currently, we're compiling reports
and implementing countermeasures--

Question here!

Coming right when it looks like a war
with the Old Kingdom is about to start,

and moreover, heading towards Aureatia…

Isn't this information itself false?

[Jelki] The source of the information
has been identified.

It's the boy
known as the Gray-Haired Child.

Verification is ongoing.

We must be careful
that this doesn't get used against us.

Any updates on Obsidian Eyes?

The clean-up of the remaining forces,
including the Obsidian Eyes,

has been completed.

You were talking about
letting those who cooperated

participate in the Imperial Competition,
weren't you?

That's my wish.

We formed a cooperative relationship
based on such negotiations, you see.

Five days until calamity arrives

[♪ closing theme music playing]

Translated by Zak

Next: Episode 15
Toroa the Awful

and Mestelexil
the Box of Desperate Knowledge