Original subtitles

Who are you? It's outside of visiting hours.

I am Draht, a servant

and executioner of Aura the Guillotine.

I'm here to kill you.

I see. You're done playing diplomat?

It's just beginning.

Just to let you know, I'm strong.

Stronger than me?

Stronger than Aura the Guillotine.

- That's hard to believe. - Why?

Because it's already over for you.

A wire made of mana, huh? That's interesting magic.

You concentrated mana around your neck and stopped it from slicing?

You're pretty calm.

Any other mage would've been decapitated without realizing a thing.

However, this wire is one of the strongest among demon magic.

Human magic cannot do anything about it.

I will slice right through your mana.

I agree, I don't think I can do anything about this wire.

He thinks he won with just this, huh?

This generation of demons is no good.

They're inexperienced in actual combat.

She...

cut my arm!

You bitch...

Wait! Let's talk...

One down...

If I report this assault to the Graf and take care of the other two,

I'm sure I'll be granted amnesty.

The guard is dead...

ORIGINAL STORY BY KANEHITO YAMADA / TSUKASA ABE

This is delicious.

Master told me that

a town with good food is a peaceful, good town.

That probably applies here.

- Master Stark. - You can't have this.

Let's appeal directly

to Graf Granat and have him release Mistress Frieren.

It's only a matter of time until this town is harmed.

Let's get Mistress Frieren out of prison and have her take down the demons.

I guess that's our only choice.

We're no match for them.

Especially that guy named Lügner. He's ridiculously strong.

He was only looking at Frieren.

Even though you and I and the guards were around...

he was only looking at Frieren.

Because to him, he can kill us anytime.

My hands are still shaking.

See? It spilled and now it looks like I wet myself.

That's how scary he is.

Hurry up and wipe yourself, please. We have to go.

Lügner is going to be near the Graf.

It might lead to combat.

The party of heroes would still have gone.

You're right. If I shrink back now,

I won't be able to face my master.

Let's go!

You can have that handkerchief.

- What's wrong? - It's making me weak at the knees.

I can't detect Draht's mana.

He must be dead.

What a fool. He let his guard down.

Let his guard down?

We serve as Mistress Aura's right hand.

We're executioners.

Do you think we'd die just by letting our guard down?

Who is that mage?

Sorry to make you wait.

The mage we captured escaped prison.

She cut off the guard's head.

That must be troublesome.

I will help in the search.

- Linie excels in mana detection... - No, that's not necessary.

By the way, you seem to be missing one person.

He's using the restroom. He'll be back shortly.

Without asking a servant where it is?

Even I could tell that mage is highly skilled.

Yet she was easily captured by the guards.

She knows how serious of a crime it is to kill a guard.

Lord Lügner, I will ask you one more time.

Where is your companion?

My goodness...

That good-for-nothing Draht.

He ruined everything.

But strangely enough,

this blasted situation that leaves us

with no option but to use violence

brings me irresistible joy.

Graf Granat, what are "words"?

What makes it different from this sword?

No matter what you use, the weak will always die.

Just like the owner of this sword.

Lügner!

In the end, we're nothing but beasts.

Don't worry, I won't kill you.

You will help us remove the defense barrier of this town.

We're almost at the Graf's mansion.

Mistress Frieren?

Aren't you Mistress Frieren?

Why are you here?

Don't tell me you escaped?

I had no choice.

While I was in prison, some demon named Draht attacked me.

I defeated him, but...

demons become mana particles and disappear when they die.

What about that?

He had killed the prison guard.

All that was left at the scene

was a guard that was beheaded by magic

and me, a mage.

How do you view this situation?

You'll be sentenced to death for killing a guard.

Right? It's too much of a hassle so I'll leave town.

Please wait.

The remaining demons will roam free.

Are you going to abandon this town?

You two can take them down.

Don't make it sound so easy.

We're no match for them.

You won't fight them because they're strong?

Plus, I don't think

for a second that you two are weaker than those demons.

Wait up! We'll fight them!

So please help us, at least! I'm begging you!

Peek...

Wait, please!

- Please, Frieren! - Don't be stubborn.

- Let's face reality. - No way...

- It's impossible. - Stop whining.

About ten kilometers from town, I'm guessing.

That's an immense amount of mana.

Waiting to see our next move, huh?

Aura the Guillotine, one of the Seven Sages of Destruction.

I hate fighting strong opponents too, you know.

It's best to get your least favorite tasks over with first.

Is it okay

that we're sneaking in like this?

Do you want to tell the gatekeeper that we're here to kill the messenger of peace?

It's eerily quiet.

I love magic.

The famous Elder Sage of Corruption, Qual...

Just as he spent most of his life

developing a spell to kill humans...

Within our long lifespan, we, demons,

dedicate our entire lives to researching one kind of magic.

Over a long period of time, we pursue it day after day.

In ten years, our magic will be far superior to now

and our power will be even more unwavering.

However, magic can be very funny.

Like the defense barrier,

which keeps demons out and protects this town,

made by the Great Mage Flamme.

Magic that a genius created a thousand years ago

can still surpass modern magic.

I hate geniuses.

They lack the beauty of accumulated effort.

The management of the barrier has been passed down

through the Granat family.

The fact that demons like us were able to enter the town

means that there must be a spell that controls the barrier.

Tell me what that is.

Maybe I'll give you some time.

Think hard about it.

Making people wait is an effective

diplomatic strategy among humans, right?

If you don't tell us, all that awaits you is more torture.

There must be a grimoire about barriers somewhere.

Check the bedroom. I'll search the study.

Oh, you're the adventurer brat from this afternoon.

I thought my son came to take me to the afterlife.

You're in horrible shape. They would go this far?

I'll get you out right away.

- You're trembling. - Do you have a problem?

No, you're courageous.

My dead son was trembling before he went to battle too.

Damn! I can't cut the rope. Is it magic or what?

Forget about me.

I won't make it anyway.

More than that, get the townspeople to evacuate.

None of them will listen to us if you're not there anyway.

The Granat family's emblem is around my neck.

If you show this to the guards, they will listen to whatever you say.

One more thing, you brat.

Using informal speech with me is a serious crime in this town.

That's right. If you go now, I'll let you off the hook.

- Hurry up and go. - Is that right.

Sorry, old man.

I'm going to break this fancy chair.

I can't pay for damages though!

Master Lügner, there's a rat.

Graf Granat, is he an acquaintance?

No, he's one of the adventurers from this afternoon.

He probably came to negotiate with me not knowing

that his comrade already escaped prison.

What a dumb kid.

I see.

Again...

You may leave, kid.

- I'll let you off the hook. - There it is again.

He won't even look at me.

What's wrong? Move out of the way.

If you get in my way, I'll kill you.

Try it then.

He's fast.

But he's just a human after all.

You guarded your vitals, huh?

Your reflexes aren't bad.

But I guess all youths are rash no matter if you're a demon or human.

You're thoughtless and reckless.

However, I will acknowledge your valor for standing up against me alone.

Alone?

I see... So you really can't see, huh?

Excuse me?

Fern, I created an opening just as you ordered.

Master Lügner, I detect a mage.

That can't be... A mere human mage was able to

get past Linie's mana detection unnoticed?

And this spell is...

- Master Lügner, I will handle this. - Stop.

Girl, what is this spell?

Ordinary offensive magic.

If I remember correctly, in your framework of magic

it is called Zoltraak.

You call this Zoltraak?

Don't be ridiculous.

Us demons overcame Zoltraak more than half a century ago.

Who taught you this spell?

You're just buying time, aren't you?

I will finish you off.

I won't let you.

Fern!

The Graf's injuries are severe.

We don't have time to fight. Let's retreat.

Yes.

As soon as I stop bleeding, we'll go after them. You take the warrior.

My blood is on both of them.

I won't lose track of them.

There's no need for you to kill them yourself, Master Lügner.

I'll take care of the mage too.

If you were hit by her magic you would have died.

That spell was modified to specialize in killing demons.

You cannot call it Zoltraak anymore.

It's a spell to kill demons.

That girl's movements seemed familiar.

I have been hit by that same spell before.

I see...

I remember now.

It's Frieren.

She greatly helped humans in their research and analysis of Zoltraak.

The mage who has killed the most demons in all history.

Frieren the Slayer.

Another genius that I hate.

Master Lügner is going to be mad.

This is crazy.

- Any demon can do it. - I am at an advantage.

Let's try together.

"Aura the Guillotine."

Subtitle translation by: Kiko Morita