Tasogare No Himegimi Volume 2 Ver1.0

by Mamahara Ellie

ISBN 4-04-924468-3

translated by Janet Losey

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Inside front cover:

Mamahara Ellie Profile

Mamahara Ellie. Born March 26th.

Blood type O, Taurus. Residing in in Hyougo Prefecture.

Debut work: 'Funky City Bad Time'.

From Kadokawa Shoten: 'J1', 'Fake' 'Shuyuroukaku', (Tower of Transience)

currently in publication. (AC-DX)

P.3

The Twilight Princess (Part 2)

In that time of battle,

Thunder roared,

Wind swept wildly,

Nearly all

the earth's creatures

banded together,

simply out of fear.

P.5

The Twilight Princess Part 2

P.7

Myure: It has brought about every calamity you can think of. Let me see, let's just call it the "shadow" and leave it at that. Where the "shadow's" immense black power came from, and what it was doing are still not understood.

P.8

Myure: However, it felt nothing but hatred toward all of the earth. Its battle with the 11 Faeries who protect the land went on for 8 years, and in the end the "shadow" was bound deep within the earth.

P.9

Myure: The Faeries left small shrines in the four directions to further strengthen the seal. Remember? That shrine is one of them.

Blanche: ... Ah, that one.

{An image of the small alcove in the forest shrine.}

Myure: Many years passed afterward, and the people have completely forgotten about the battle and the seal.

Myure: {Worried} But now I feel it. The seal is wearing thin.

P.10

Jeral: Myure, this seal, where is it now? Surely not at the------

Myure: That's right, the cathedral.

Myure: {Wry} The church that denied the old faith and the existence of Faeries seems to have known the significance of the seal, unsurprisingly. They built the cathedral right on top of it.

P.11

Myure: And the Archbishops have guarded the secret for generations......

Myure: So in short, what I'm trying to say is that the Archbishop succeeded in drawing out the power of the "shadow" for some reason.

Jeral: Then-

Myure: It's likely, yes--- The curse on Princess Blanche may also stem from that power.

Jeral: ...But why would he do this to her?

{Blanche looks torn and nervous.}

P.12

{Blanche recalls what the Archbishop told her about the

curse.}

Archbishop: *The curse you are under can only be broken by the death of Jeral, for whom it was originally intended.*

Jeral: Blanche?

Blanche: {Looking away} ...I- Even I don't know.

Jeral: Whatever the reason, I can't leave you like this. I'll go back to the church...

Blanche: ...... Jeral!

P.13

Blanche: What are you saying?! Something that dangerous...

Jeral: But...!

Blanche: {Upset} Please, stop! We've only just been reunited like this. I am fine this way. Let's run... to somewhere far away where they can't reach us.

Jeral: Blanche...

Blanche: I don't want us to be separated anymore.

Nicol: Princess...

Myuru: I don't know about this running away plan, but... You mustn't rush like this, Jeral.

P.14

Myure: It's become more than just your problem. If the evil spirit is fully awakened, this world will be engulfed in darkness.

Myure: I'll lend you a hand in order to prevent it.

Myure: I don't yet have the power I once did, but if it returns, I think it will be of use to you too.

Myure: Rushed work doesn't have to be rough work.

Jeral: Myure...

Nicol: ... Wow, granny! You really _are_ a Faerie!

P.15

Myure: {Slightly indignant} It's Myure.

Nicol: Myure-- say, what happened to the other faeries?

Myure: They all vanished into the sky. Half were lost in the war, and the survivors steadily lost their powers...

Nicol: H... How come?

Myure: A Faerie's power exists for the people who believe in it. If few people believe, we lose our powers and our ability to exist.

Nicol: ...... ......

Nicol: Well... Well, _I_ believe! I believe!

[Myure: Chuckle]

P.16

Myure: Oh, yes. Princess Blanche, you are injured, aren't you? I'll look at it for you, come over here.

Blanche: {Surprised} Eh?

Jeral: You're hurt...?

Blanche: Oh... It's a scratch. I'm fine.

{Blanche closes the door behind her and Myure.}

[Shut]

Blanche: {Tired} You know everything, don't you.

Myure: That's right-- that's why it's not good for you to hide things. Let me take a look.

P.17

{Blanche exposes the arrow wound. It looks aggravated.}

Myure: ...Goodness, this is...

Myure: This is not just an arrow wound. It carries a curse... one that has to do with your life.

Myure: Blanche, you're...!

Blanche: Yes, you're right... I have a month left.

Myure: Why did you keep quiet about something so important------?

Blanche: {Agonized} I can't tell him------!

P.18

Blanche: The Archbishop intended this curse for Jeral. And... to break it, I have to kill him...... If he knew about this------

Myure: {Comforting Blanche} ...... But then... The curse that changes you into a hawk is...

Blanche: It is... in order to lengthen my life.

P.19

Blanche: He said the spell's power can't reach me when I am not in human form.

Myure: ...I see, having it work in the daylight hours makes it more convenient for him.

Blanche: [Sigh] Don't depress me like that.

Myure: There is surely another way to break it.

Blanche: ...Nicol told me the same thing. But I don't want to put Jeral in any more danger.

Myure: You intend to keep quiet and wait for death...? Do you think he would be happy with this?

P.20

Blanche: {Resigned} I have no other choice.

{At the cathedral, the Archbishop reads _the_ book.}

P.21

Archbishop: {Closing the book} (My mind grows numb as I follow the letters. To think that when I came here, reading was my only daily routine...)

Father(?): *Ernest, from this day forward, you will enter the monastery.*

Archbishop: (My father tactfully drove his frail heir away to the church.)

Archbishop: (Surrounded by adults, books were my only playmates. And I still thought he would come to take me back some day.)

P.22

{The young Archbishop overhears older monks talking as he

passes by.}

Monk: *-----It looks like Duke Feral intends to accept his nephew as heir.*

Monk: *Then, he's turning his back on Sir Ernest after all?*

Monk: *Such pitiable thing.*

Ernest {young Archbishop}: *(My father has---?)*

{Ernest sits in a garden, looking dejected.}

Blanche: *Vi? Vi, where are you?*

P.23

Blanche: *Vi?*

{Young Blanche rounds a bush, coming face-to-face with

Ernest, who is captivated at first sight.}

[Rustle]

Ernest: *-----!*

Blanche: *Say, do you know my Vi?*

Ernest: *Vi?*

Blanche: *My kitty. She got away a little while ago...*

Monk: *Princess! Princess Blanche! Ah, here you are.*

P.24

Novice: *If you're looking for your cat, here it is!*

Blanche: *Vi!*

[Squeeze]

Archbishop: (Blanche...)

P.25

Archbishop: (Why do I recall this old memory...?)

Archbishop: Things have changed so much since then... Blanche, if you hadn't chosen my cousin, I probably would never have decided to borrow the power of this book...

{The Archbishop pauses.}

Archbishop: (No... How did it happen? When I read this and became aware of the power of the thing in the basement----- was there any point where I paused at the chance to use the power...?)

P.26

Archbishop: (And furthermore, when I first decided to translate the book... I thought it came to mind unexpectedly, but, was that really the case-----?)

[Throb]

Archbishop: -----! Ugh...

{The Archbishop stumbles at the sudden onset of a headache.}

Archbishop: ...My, my head is splitting...

Archbishop(?): (Don't think.)

P.27

Archbishop: (I mustn't think of anything.)

{At Myure's house, Jeral is readying the their horses.}

Myure: Jeral, you're going, aren't you?

Jeral: Myure.

P.28

Jeral: ...Please forgive us for troubling you by acting only in our own convenience...

Myure: ...Do you think you can get away?

Jeral: No... But considering Blanche's feelings...

Jeral: I have a cousin from my father's side in a neighboring realm. I've been thinking of going to him for help.

Jeral: If I may, I'd like to have Nicol to stay here...

Nicol: {Running up} I'm going too!!

P.29

Jeral: Nicol-

Nicol: Let me come too! Don't worry, I won't be a burden at all...

Jeral: But...

Myure: It'll be alright. Take him along.

Jeral: Myure-

Myure: You were able to escape from the church because he was with you, weren't you? Luck is with this boy. I'm sure he'll be useful to you.

Jeral: ...Understood.

Nicol: {Thrilled} Really?! I'll go get another horse.

Myure: It's a shame. And here my powers were just starting to return thanks to you all.

P.30

Myure: Jeral, no matter what happens, you must never give up. I think that will be the best thing you can do for the princess.

Nicol: {Riding up} Sorry to keep you waiting-----!

Jeral: Well then, we're off-----

Myure: Take care. I'll be waiting for your return.

P.31

Myure: ...Since it's all I can do...!

P.32

{The sun sets as the group travels through the forest.}

P.33

{They approach a manor house under cover of night.

Blanche is in human form.}

Jeral: We've arrived. That's it.

Claude: {Surprised} Jeral!

Jeral: It's been some time, Claude. I'm sorry for coming so suddenly.

Claude: Why, I don't mind at all. Come right in.

P.34

Jeral: Claude, this is...

Claude: Princess Blanche? This is my first time meeting her.

Claude: ...I've been following the uproar from here. It must've been hard for you.

Jeral: Claude, surely you know that I am no heretic...

Claude: Of course. It must be some kind of misunderstanding.

[Nicol: Looks kind of flighty, doesn't he?]

Claude: It'll be alright. God will deliver the just without fail. Anyway, come into the house.

P.35

{The party is left alone in a guest room.}

[Shut]

Jeral: Something is amiss. I suggest that you don't take off your travel clothes for a little while.

Nicol: {Disappointed} Why?! He received us so nicely!

{Blanche shuts her eyes wearily.}

Jeral: {Hovering over her} ......Are you alright, Blanche?

Blanche: ...Yes, I'm fine. Just a little tired.

Nicol: I got some herbs from Myure for that. It was packed on the horse, so I'll go get it!

P.36

{On his way outside, Nicol overhears talking from beyond a

partially ajar door, and peeks in.}

[Nicol: ...]

Claude(?): [...] ...Yes. All three of them are inside.

[Nicol: ?]

Crayman: Do they suspect anything?

Claude: I think it's still alright, but you should hurry.

Claude: Captain Crayman, I am betraying a relative. Be sure to put in a good word for me to His Grace.

Crayman: I understand.

Nicol: !!

P.37

{Crayman and his men are arrayed around the group's

guest room.}

Crayman: ...Alright, open it!

[Bang]

{One of the guards forces open the door. The room is

empty.}

P.38

Crayman: !!

{Crayman notices a sheet hanging out of the window, tied

to the leg of a table.}

Crayman: ...What?!

{He looks out the window at the knotted cloth. Jeral's

group is gone.}

Crayman: After them! Quickly!! They couldn't have gotten far yet...!

P.39

{Crayman trembles, recalling his last report to the

Archbishop.}

Archbishop: *I must consider consequences if you fail again.*

{The guards gallop through the forest after them. Nicol

watches them pass from the undergrowth.}

[Rustle]

P.40

Nicol: It's clear, they've gone.

Jeral: It's alright now, Blanche. ...Blanche?!

{Blanche is flushed and unresponsive.}

Nicol: {Sliding down to their hiding place} What's wrong?

[Blanche: Haa, haa]

Jeral: ...A high fever.

Nicol: Then we need to warm her! ...Start a fire...

Jeral: ...... We can't have a fire! They'll find us.

Nicol: ... But!

P.41

Nicol: I'll get the medicine at least...

Jeral: Blanche...

{They sit in the darkness. Jeral holds Blanche, looking

worried and dejected.}

Jeral: The medicine seems to be taking effect. Why did this happen now...

Nicol: (...It must be because of that curse.)

P.42

Nicol: (Her body is gradually weakening... The Princess made me promise at the church, but...)

Blanche: *Please, Nicol, if you ever see Jeral, you must never tell him about the curse.*

Nicol: (But if we keep running away, the curse will never be broken-----)

Nicol: (And then, in the meantime, the Princess will... I can't let that happen!)

Nicol: Je... Jeral-sama! We should go back!!

Jeral: Nicol?

{Blanche regains consciousness.}

Nicol: We have to go back and break the curse on Princess Blanche...

P.43

Nicol: She's going to die!!

Jeral: Die...?

Blanche: {Afraid} ... Nicol...

Nicol: I'm sorry, Princess. But I can't let you stay like this.

Jeral: What do you mean, Nicol?

Blanche: Don't, Nicol! ...Please!

Nicol: {Reluctantly} ...The Princess is under another curse besides the hawk one.

P.44

Nicol: It will gradually eat away at her body... and if it's not lifted, she'll die in one month.

Jeral: What...? Why didn't you tell me----- Blanche!

Nicol: To lift the curse, Princess Blanche has to kill the person who was originally supposed to get it... and...

Blanche: Stop!

Jeral: ...The one it was meant for-----

P.45

Jeral: Is me-----?

Blanche: ...No. It's not you, Jeral!

Jeral: Blanche...

P.46

Jeral: I'm sorry for making you suffer-----

Blanche: ...Jeral...?

{Jeral wraps Blanche's hand around a dagger.}

Blanche: !! Jeral?!

P.47

Blanche: What are you doing-----?!!

Jeral: The only thing I can...

Blanche: ...Stop!! Jeral!!

{Jeral raises the dagger to his throat. Nicol suddenly

wraps both his hands around the blade, and pulls the from

their grasp.}

[Whish] [Clatter]

P.48

Jeral: ...... Nicol!

Nicol: [Ow---]

Nicol: {Upset} ... You mustn't do this! I didn't tell you in order to have you do something like that.

Nicol: I know you're both doing these things for the others' sake, but... what good would come from your dieing...?!

Nicol: There may be another way, and you haven't even started searching yet! It's too soon to give up-----!

P.49

Blanche: I... don't want to live in exchange for your life. I don't wish for that.

Jeral: And I can't watch you die, Blanche.

Jeral: But Nicol, you are right.

P.50

{Jeral tears cloth from his cloak and bandages Nicol's

hands.}

[Rip]

Jeral: It's not too late to try all the possibilities. Let's go back to Myure's place.

P.51

Nicol: Myure!

Myure: Welcome back. That was quick.

Jeral: Myure.

Myure: ...You know, don't you.

P.52

Jeral: You told me not to give up, no matter what happens, didn't you?

Myure: Yes.

Jeral: And that you'd lend us your power-----

Myure: Yes.

Jeral: Then please help us. I want to save her...

P.53

Myure: {With a wry little smile} Of course.

{At the cathedral, the Archbishop almost looks

surprised.}

Archbishop: What...? Are you certain of this?

P.54

Guard: Yes. The particulars are confirmed. The horse that Jeral used as a lure at the time of the escape most certainly belongs to the lord-----

Archbishop: ...As I thought. This couldn't be more ideal.

Archbishop: Arrest him at once------!

P.57

{The sun is rising on Myure's cottage. Nicol wakes to find

Jeral, with Blanche perched on his shoulder, staring out

of a window, lost in thought.}

Nicol: ......!

Jeral: ...Nicol. So you're awake? Good morning.

Nicol: ...Good morning. It's so early, did you already get up?

P.58

Jeral: {Evasive} ...yeah.

Nicol: (That was a lie. His eyes are bloodshot.)

Nicol: (He must've been up until dawn, since Princess Blanche is only in human form at night......)

Nicol: ...... Where's Myure?

Jeral: It seems she went out earlier. She said she had preparations to make.

Nicol: Preparations?

P.59

{Myure unwraps a staff before the altar of one of the

forest shrines.}

P.60

Myure: {Looking very worn} My King...

Myure: I want to help them----- But can I do it alone......?

P.61

(Duke Bruneau is led, bound and under guard, into the

cathedral.}

Archbishop: I've been awaiting you, Duke Bruneau. Do you know the reason why you were brought here like this?

P.62

Bruneau: {Angry} Archbishop though you may be, do you think this sort of violence against a landed lord will be permitted?!

Archbishop: It troubles me that you have forgotten your own sin. You aided the escape of heretics. This is an affront to God.

Bruneau: My daughter is no heretic-----!

Bruneau: All of this has been to your benefit...! I was mistaken when I gave in to your cajolery.

Archbishop: Then you had best take your time and reflect on it here-- until the day of your execution.

P.63

{The Duke looks at the Archbishop, shocked.}

Bruneau: .........

Archbishop: Please leave the matters of the realm, and of Princess Blanche, to me.

{The prison doors shut behind the Duke.}

[Slam]

Soldier: -----Your Grace! Several people from the castle have come demanding to see the lord... How shall I deal with them?

Archbishop: {Frigid} ...Arrest them. Punish some of the sympathizers with him. They too will be examples.

Soldier: Y...Yes sir.

P.64

{A weary looking Archbishop enters a room, to find Crayman

waiting for him on bended knee.}

Archbishop: -----! Crayman-----

Crayman: Your Grace.

Archbishop: What have you come for? I have no more use for you.

Crayman: ...Please wait! I know I deserve your anger, but please give me one more chance...!

Archbishop: I have grown tired of those words.

P.65

Crayman: Your Grace!

Crayman: !!

{The Archbishop raises a hand toward Crayman. A small

amount of what appears to be blood escapes as the

Archbishop digs his fingers into the guardsman's neck.}

Crayman: Yo...ur Grace--

Archbishop: {Dangerously cold} Be gone, eyesore.

P.66

{The Archbishop looks down unsympathetically as Crayman

collapses to his knees, paralyzed with shock.}

Archbishop: Is anyone here?!

Guard: -----Did you call?!

Archbishop: Remove him, and do not let him near here again.

Guard: ...Yes sir!

{The Archbishop looks over his shoulder at the attendants

with disdain as they hover over the stricken Crayman.}

P.67

{As soon as he closes the door behind him, the Archbishop

props himself against it, and the cold expression is

replaced with a haunted and frightened one.}

Archbishop: (What have I done-----?)

Archbishop: {Looking down at his hand} (What on earth have these hands wrought-----?)

P.68

Archbishop: (What have I-----)

{Night. Blanche rests in one of Myure's beds.}

P.69

{Blanche wakes as Jeral puts a cloth on her forehead.}

Blanche: ......! Jeral...

Jeral: So you've awakened, Blanche. How do you feel?

Blanche: Fine...... But, I'm sorry. I... should've...

Jeral: It's not something to apologize for.

P.70

{Jeral closes the door to Blanche's room behind him.}

[Shut]

Myure: Jeral.

Myure: How is Blanche?

Jeral: Well, her fever has gone down, and now she is sleeping again......

Jeral: This is... because of the curse, isn't it?

Myure: Probably so... Medicine only seems to work temporarily... I suppose we must break the curse itself in order to save her.

Jeral: {Looking helpless} What should I do? Her time is running out as we stand here-----

P.71

Jeral: {Desperate} We must break the curse as soon as possible... Else we'll be too late!

Myure: Jeral...

Jeral: Please tell me, Myure, what should I do...? I'll do anything, even face the Archbishop------

Myure: Calm down Jeral. Panicking never accomplishes anything.

Jeral: But... At this rate------

Myure: It'll be alright. We will save Blanche for certain. Trust me.

Jeral: But, if we don't see opportunity----- can she lose her life before we save her?

P.72

Myure: The other side doesn't want to see the Princess die either. Doubtless they're planning something.

Myure: Nicol.

Myure: Tomorrow I want you to the city and observe the church.

Nicol: {Surprised} Me?

Jeral: It will be dangerous. In this case I would...

Myure: It'll be more dangerous for you. And besides, Nicol is knowledgeable about the Church.

Nicol: I'll go!

Jeral: But...

Nicol: I'll be okay. Like Myure said, I know a lot about the Church. And besides, I want to be helpful to the Princess too.

P.73

{Nicol walks through the city, past knots of people

discussing things with incredulous expressions on their

faces.}

Nicol: (What's going on...? The whole town has a weird atmosphere.)

P.74

{Nicol peers around a corner at a pair of patrolling

guards.}

Nicol: (There're a lot of guards out... Can I make it all the way to the Church safely? Geez, what happened around here-----)

Citizen: Brawls are gonna start breaking out with all these guards everywhere. I can't believe even our lord was caught for aiding heretics.

Nicol: (What?!)

Nicol: (The Lord was-----?)

Citizen: Things like this never used to happen-----

Citizen: ...Hey! Get over to the square, it looks like there's going to be an announcement!

Citizen: Announcement?

P.75

{A large crowd is gathered before a groups of guards.}

[Guard: Ahem]

Guard: I announce! The landed lord Duke Bruneau, earlier charged with the crime of abetting heretics, will be executed in this place in one week by burning at the stake-----!

P.76

Guard: Additionally, all those associated with the Duke will be exiled!

Citizen: No! This is tyranny!! What right do you... !!

{The guards start dragging the man away.}

Citizen: Stop, let me go!

[Murmur murmur]

Nicol: (Th... This is bad!!)

P.77

Blanche: ......What? Father is-----?!

{Blanche is on the verge of fainting.}

[Totter]

Jeral: Blanche...!

Myure: Are you certain, Nicol?

Nicol: ......Mm-hm. A week from now. I heard he's locked up in the Church right now.

P.78

Blanche: {Stricken} Father... Because of me, you...

Jeral: Myure.

Myure: ...Could this be a trap? I sense that something's wrong, but... But at any rate, we can't afford not to make a move.

Nicol: But it's impossible to rescue him now! The city is full of guards... and the Church is under tight guard so no one can get near.

Blanche: Then, what do we...

Jeral: -----On the day of the execution, possibly...

Myure: I see.

P.79

Myure: Though they probably expect us to come on that day...

Jeral: But they'll have their hands full with the people at the execution, and the Church should be under defended. And even if we rescue Duke Bruneau, there's still one other thing we must do.

Blanche: Jeral.

Jeral: You don't have to worry. I promise I will save you, your father... and the city.

Myure: .........

Jeral: Myure?

P.80

Myure: {Looking uneasy} ...I smell something unpleasant in this atmosphere. The evil power is growing increasingly stronger----- Soon, it will become too much for mortal hands to control.

P.81

{After a service at the cathedral, two young guardsmen

are sharing gossip.}

Guard: Did you hear the rumor?

Guard: Those people who blasphemed the Church recently are catching a strange disease, one by one.

Guard: And the thieves who broke into the church a while ago, every one of them has gone mad.

Guard: You mean the legs of that merchant who hesitated at the collection rotted and fell off?

Guard: It's a true story. It's-----

P.82

Guard: I know that man.

Guard: What happened to him-----?

Guard: Well-----

(The Archbishop approaches the offenders with loud

footsteps, and the two guards jump, looking nervous and

startled.}

Archbishop: That is not talk for the Church.

Guards: !

Archbishop: God's wrath descends on those who do not show respect.

Archbishop: You are no longer needed here.

P.83

{Two monks discuss the terrible goings-on under cover of

shadow.}

Monks: Say, don't you think the Archbishop's been too severe with the people lately? Finding fault with such small things... some of us have gone so far as say His Grace has a third eye.

Monks: Shh. You're being careless... If something like this reached his ears, we would be punished.

Archbishop: [Chuckle]

Archbishop: {Slightly amused} (You do well to fear, foolish humans.)

P.84

Archbishop: (Kneel in fear before me, before the Church-----)

Archbishop: Those without power cannot oppose the powerful.

Archbishop: [Ha... Ha, ha.]

Archbishop: Everything will be as I wish. Even Princess Blanche......

Archbishop: (Blanche.)

Archbishop: (I don't regret selling my soul to the darkness if I can win her.)

P.85

Archbishop: {Looking singularly weary} Soon I will have you. Even if I must destroy all the world-----

P.86

Myure: I'll go have a look at the city.

Jeral: Myure.

Myure: Nicol's story worried me a little. It may be getting really bad there. I should probably go see for myself.

Nicol: I'll go with you, Myure.

Myure; Oh, I'll be alright.

Nicol: I want to go!

Nicol: I'm worried too. It's had a really weird atmosphere lately. It's not just about the Princess... My novice monk friends are involved too, so I can't leave this be.

P.87

Myure: It seems truly terrible here, doesn't it? And what a heavy atmosphere.

{In the city, Myure and Nicol encounter a woman kneeling

to a healer.}

Woman: I beg you! Please heal him!!

Healer: I'm sorry, but it's already too late, madam. I've done all I can.

P.88

Woman: {Breaking into tears} Ah!

Child: [Mother..]

Citizen: Poor thing. ...But still, strange things are going on. All of the three people who were reprimanded by the Archbishop have fallen to the same disease.

Citizen: But for people's bodies to break down like that with no signs of foul play... It's frightening.

Nicol: Ah, Myure!

{Myure enters the sorrowing woman's house without a

further word and approaches the sickbed.}

P.89

Myure: Don't let it get you down, it'll be alright.

Woman: Ah... You...?

Myure: He's in bad shape, but there's still time... We can make it. If you believe that he will survive.

Woman: Y, yes.

{Myure reaches a hand over the emaciated man, and light

surrounds him.}

P.90

{Nicol looks on in amazement, and the sick man begins to

stir.}

Husband: ...Ugh.

Woman: {Overjoyed} Dear!

Citizen: Wow!

Myure: He'll be fine now.

Myure: Afterwards, wash his body with clean water and cloth.

Woman: Y...yes! Thank you so much!

Nicol: Wow, Myure! You can do things like this now?!

Myure: Because you believed in me, my power is coming back. Only a little, though.

P.91

Myure: This sort of spell I can manage. These are like child's play.

Child: {Grabbing Myure's arm} Grandmother! ......Grandmother, help our father too!

Citizen: It's miraculous.

Old woman: {With folded hands} Please help us a well. Surely you can save us.

{The Archbishop wakes with a start.}

Archbishop: -----! ...... What...?

P.92

Archbishop: So they still exist... Those sly faeries.

Archbishop: {Smiling slightly} But it's too late... Very soon, it will be freed from the spell.

P.93

{In the darkness under the cathedral, there is a rumbling

from the coffin-like object, as cracks in the wall deepen.}

{The doors to the prison part loudly to emit guards into

Duke Bruneau's cell.}

P.94

Guard: Please come out, Duke Bruneau. We've come to escort you.

P.95

{Nicol rides through the forest, looking alert for

danger.}

P.97

{Behind him in the saddle is a bag with a slit cut into

it that is releasing a powder. Nicol looks back at it

with uncertainty.}

Nicol: (Good. It's falling alright.)

Nicol: (But, is this really going to be useful-----? Myure _did_ say it was important... Yesterday--)

{Jeral looks at a cloth-wrapped object in Myure's hands

with a puzzled look.}

Jeral: *Myure, What is that?*

Myure: *Didn't I mention it earlier? It's the staff of the King of Faeries.*

P.98

Myure: *I've had it ever since it's user passed away, and the time has come to make use of it.*

{Myure unwraps the staff, and Nicol's eyes go wide with

surprise.}

Nicol: *! Ah! That shape! I saw that in the Archbishop's room!*

Jeral: *-----You saw it...? What do you mean, Nicol?*

Nicol: *That symbol was on the cover of a book in the Archbishop's room. It wasn't a part of the Church's collection...*

Myure: *What......?!*

P.99

Myure: *That has been the bishops' opportunity to gain the power of the "shadow".*

Nicol(?): *Eh?*

Myure: *Long ago, there was a human scholar that did research on the "shadow". It's said that up until his death he left his writings in one book. It's likely that this book is-----*

Nicol: *Can anyone who gets this book use the dark powers?*

Myure: *No.*

Myure: *I suspect that if the "shadow" doesn't want to lend them power, it it's impossible. It was waiting for a time when someone who required it's power would weaken the seal.*

Jeral: *...Then he is... The Archbishop is simply being used?*

P.100

Myure: *I can't say it for certain, but the one that gave it the opportunity is probably the Archbishop. There was a weakness in his heart it could take advantage of.*

Jeral: *(A weakness----- What weakness is there in Ernest's heart...? It thought of him as a calm, wise older brother since I was young, but...)*

Jeral: *(He said he had always hated me----- Is that......)*

Myure: {With a bright smile} *But with this, you can see a silver lining. With that book, we may be able to break the curse on Princess Blanche.*

Nicol: *Really?!!*

Myure: *Yes, and for that, we must first seal the "shadow".*

P.101

Myure: *As I said before, in the four cardinals of this fief there are small shrines that stabilize the seal, located in the east, west, north and south, with the Church as the hub. In order to strengthen them, we'll connect them with a medium of spiritual power.*

Nicol: *Medium...?*

Myure: *This. The Faerie King's staff-----*

Myure: *I'm going to turn it into power for now.*

Jeral(?): *...You can do that?*

Myure: {Grinning} *I can, if I borrow your power.*

P.102

Myure: *And----- Since I visited the town earlier, the number of people who believe in my power has increased, and the bulk of my powers are returning already. Come, gather around. You too, Princess Blanche.*

Myure: *Focus your consciousnesses on the staff,*

Myure: *And wish strongly, your desire to protect this land, your families, and those dear to you-----*

P.103

{The staff glows, and begins to disintegrate.}

Nicol: *Wow, amazing!*

Myure: *All that remains is to scatter it in the distances between each shrine. This job will-----*

Nicol: *I'll do it-----!*

Myure: *Nicol.*

P.104

Myure: *Of course I was thinking of entrusting it to you, but ...it will be difficult.*

Nicol: *Yeah.*

Myure: *But this is a very important part securely sealing the "shadow" once again. Can you do it?*

Blanche: *Nicol...*

Nicol: *I'll be fine! I can do this!*

Nicol: (-----so I went out to spread this stuff, but... can I do it properly up until the end?)

{Nicol reaches down to a dagger in his belt.}

P.105

Myure: *It's for good luck, take it with you.*

Nicol: (I hope I can finish without using this... thing Myure gave me.)

Nicol: The sun sure is climbing quickly... I better hurry!

P.106

{Duke Bruneau is escorted into the Cathedral, before the

Archbishop. He looks beleaguered.}

Archbishop: {Grinning} You seem to have worn a bit ragged, Duke Bruneau. How do you feel on the day of your own execution?

Bruneau: ......

Archbishop: -----Then, do you have a final confession?

Bruneau: ...Aren't you the one who should confess? Punish me, do whatever you will. I want to be taken out of this place quickly.

Archbishop: There is no need to hurry so.

P.107

Archbishop: It makes the young lady suffer. I doubt your loving daughter Princess Blanche will allow you to die...

Bruneau: {Startled} !

Archbishop: Well then, as you wish, you shall be taken to the execution site.

Bruneau: ...Archbishop! The time will come when you realize the sinfulness of what you have done!

{The Archbishop's smile grows bitter.}

P.108

{Blanche, in hawk form, settles onto Jeral's shoulder.}

[Flap flap]

Myure: Thanks for waiting. Oh, you're bringing the Princess too?

Jeral: Yes.

Jeral: I won't be able to say she's safe, leaving her here alone.

Jeral: (We're running out of time... If we aren't able to lift the curse on Blanche this way, then I'll-----)

P.109

Jeral: (You would probably be upset----- But...)

Blanche: *Jeral, don't leave me here tomorrow. No matter what the outcome ...I want to be at your side.*

Jeral: Let's go.

P.110

{The crowd at the execution grounds is full of concerned

faces as the Duke is led up on horseback.}

Woman: Our lord... How sad this is.

Citizen: Sh, if the soldiers hear you...

Woman: It will be alright. Myure-sama will surely come to help him. After all, she saved us too.

P.111

Bruneau: (Blanche... please do not worry over me. Let at least you be saved-----)

P.112

{The sun sets behind the cathedral.}

Archbishop: (It's time... Come, so that you may fall into my hands-----)

{Jeral runs through the streets, and comes to a stop in

the back of the crowd.}

Jeral: [!]

P.113

{The Duke stands chained to the stake with resolve set on

his face. Elsewhere, a monk rings the cathedral bells.}

[Dong, dong, dong]

P.114

Guard: Alright, it's time. Light the fire!

{The pyre is lit.}

[Roar]

Jeral: ......Myure!

Myure: It's alright.

P.115

{Myure raises her glowing staff, and the sky fills with

clouds.}

[Rumble rumble rumble]

Citzens: [Murmur] Look, the clouds are moving strangely.

Citizens: [Murmur] Hm?

Guard: What? Suddenly the sky has...

Jeral: [!]

[Patter patter patter]

Citizens: It's rain!

P.116

Citizens: It's started raining! [Wa--!]

Bruneau: {Looking at the sky in disbelief} -----!

{In the cathedral, the Archbishop comes to alert at the

use of power.}

Archbishop: ...So they've come. Very well, I accept your challenge.

P.117

Archbishop: {With a confident smile} Learn what it means to oppose me!

{The cracks around the underground seal grow, and the

earth quakes in the city above.}

[Rumble]

Citizens: !

[Citizen: What?!]

{Jeral pulls Myure away from a growing crevice at her

feet.}

Jeral: Myure!

[Rumble]

Guard: Damn! First rain and now an earthquake?

Citizen: [Kya!]

P.118

[Patter, patter]

{Another tremor passes through the city.}

Guards: Uwa!

[Rumble]

Citizens: [Wa--h! Kyaa!]

Jeral: Are you alright, Myure?

Myure: Yes, but worry about Duke Bruneau rather than me... I'm going to the Church.

Jeral: Understood. Be careful.

{A hooded and bandaged figure watches Myure and Jeral

split up.}

Crayman: ... That is...

P.119

Jeral: My lord!

Bruneau: ! Duke Jeral?

Jeral: I will help you now.

Jeral: {Helping the Duke down} Do not worry, you will be alright.

{Duke Bruneau leans heavily on Jeral as they walk through

the panicked crowds. Blanche flies overhead.}

[Flap flap] [Rumble]

Citizens: [Kyaa! Kya!]

P.120

{Jeral sets the Duke down against a tree at the outskirts

of the city.}

Jeral: (-----Already, the sun is......)

{Blanche hides herself behind the tree.}

[Flap flap] [Flap]

Bruneau: Ugh...

Jeral: Are you awake, Duke Bruneau?

Bruneau: ...Jeral. ...My daughter... where is Blanche?

Blanche: {Emerging from behind the tree, smiling} I'm here, Father.

Bruneau: {Overjoyed} ..Blanche! Thank God you're safe.

P.121

Bruneau: Ugh--

Blanche: Father, don't strain yourself. I will stay with you.

Jeral: Blanche, I'm going back to town. You stay here and look after your father-----

Blanche: Jeral-----!

Blanche: Be careful. I love you.

P.122

Jeral: I swear I will save you, Blanche.

Blanche: (......Jeral.)

{As Blanche watches Jeral head back to the city, someone

sneaks up behind her.}

[Rustle]

Blanche: Kyaaaaa!

Bruneau: !!

P.123

{Duke Bruneau looks on helplessly as a figure wrapped in

bandages restrains Blanche.}

Buneau: ......Blanche!

{As Myure walks through the quiet city streets, she runs

into a little girl, in tears.}

Nona: Waah, Wa--h! [Hic]

Myure: ...... What's wrong? You're hurt, aren't you? Where is your mother?

Nona: [Hic]

{Myure heals the little girl's skinned knee in an orb of

light.}

Myure: You'll be fine.

P.124

Mother: {Running up} Nona! Here you are--

Nona: Mother!

Myure: Madam, it's dangerous here. Another earthquake is coming.

Mother: ......! Myure-sama!

{The woman kneels before Myure.}

Myure: You know me? Then tell the others to run to an open place, and to trust in and pray for a good future.

Mother: Y...yes!

P.125

{Myure enters the cathedral, where the entrance guards

react in surprise.}

Guard: Who are you?! You can't just walk in here-----

{Myure raises her staff with a focused expression on her

face, and the guard's eyelids start to droop.}

Guard: ...Wh--!

{The guards collapse in a heap, and Myure walks past them

to the doors.}

P.126

Myure: {Spotting the Archbishop} !

Archbishop: You are... I wondered what sort of form it would take in order to wield that level of power-- but a feeble old woman like you------

Myure: It is foolish to judge all things by appearance alone. Unfortunately, I did not come here to challenge you.

Archbishop: ...What?

P.127

Myure: You may think you are using it's power, but which of you is really being used? You should think that over.

Archbishop: ...I won't overlook that.

Jeral: ------ Wait!

Archbishop: !!

P.128

Jeral: {Battle ready} I am your opponent.

Archbishop: Jeral!!

Myure: Jeral!

Jeral: Leave this to me. You hurry ahead.

Jeral: Hand over the book. The book you used to awaken the powers of darkness...

P.129

Archbishop: What do you mean? [Chuckle]

{Jeral draws his sword and raises it to the Archbishop's

neck.}

[Ching]

Jeral: ----- Don't toy with me!

Jeral: Open your eyes Ernest, I don't want to hurt you! You're only being manipulated to serve the "shadow's" wishes.

Archbishop: {Unfazed} It's that teacher's pet in you that I hate, Jeral. Do you think I was happy, being protected by my younger cousin?

Jeral: -----!

P.130

Archbishop: But I am no longer as weak as I was-----!

Jeral: !!

Jeral: (Wha...!)

{A wave of force knocks Jeral back against a wall.}

[Slam]

Jeral: (What was that--)

P.131

{The Archbishop stands over Jeral with a slightly

triumphant look.}

Archbishop: Worry not, I will not kill you. I must save the final blow for the Princess----- But I will be certain to torture you within a hair's breadth of your life.

{Myure descends the darkened stairs to the place where the

shadow is sealed. She pauses before a set of doors marked

with the Faerie King's crest.}

Myure: Here, hm?

P.132

{Myure parts the doors, and faces the seal, laced with

cracks.}

{In the sanctuary above, blood flies.}

P.133

[Bang]

{Jeral is slammed against another wall, covered in small cuts,

attempting to defend against the power rushing around him.}

Archbishop: -----What, are you finished already? I was hoping you'd give me more resistance...

Archbishop: {Vaguely triumphant} There's no fun if it's this easy, is there, Jeral?

Jeral: {Grimacing} ...Ugh--

Blanche: Stop!!

{The Archbishop stops in his tracks at the outburst.}

P.134

{The bandaged man enters, leading Blanche in front of him,

holding her hands behind her back.}

Blanche: Jeral!

Jeral: {Alarmed} Blanche!!

P.135

Crayman: ... If you value the Princess's life, drop your sword. ...Quickly!

Jeral: ! .........

{Jeral lets his sword fall, wearing a grim expression.}

[Clatter]

P.137

Archbishop: ...... You are Crayman, aren't you? So you're still alive.

Jeral: !

Archbishop: What confusion has led you to this...?

P.138

{Crayman pulls at the bandages around his mouth, exposing

decaying flesh. Jeral stares wide-eyed, and the Archbishop

looks on, unmoved.}

Crayman: Your Grace... Return my body to normal!

Blanche: {Gasping} !!

Crayman: Since the day I was expelled, my body has started to decay, and it won't stop.

Crayman: {Desperate} I've brought the princess, as you wished. So, quickly...

Archbishop: {Grinning} That was fine work, Crayman. Then... I must reward you...

Crayman: ...hi!

P.139

Crayman: [Gwaaaaaa!]

{Crayman's decay speeds up dramatically, and soon all that

remains is a puddle. Blanche backs away in alarm, until

she is next to the Archbishop.}

Blanche: [Kyaaa!]

[Shhhhh]

Archbishop: I told the fool never to show his face to me again.

{The Archbishop's manner warms considerably as he presses

Jeral's sword into Blanche's hand.}

Archbishop: Welcome back, Blanche.

Blanche: !

Archbishop: Come, it's your turn next. Kill your knight with your own hands.

{Blanche looks down at the battered Jeral with a helpless,

worried look.}

P.140

{In the forest, Nicol looks ahead to the final stretch

of his ride.}

Nicol: Whew-----

ljk

Nicol: (It's gotten really late...... It looked like there was an earthquake. I hope they're all okay...)

Nicol: (But at any rate, I have to keep going. All I have left is to return to the first shrine.)

[Rustle]

{Church guards break out from the underbrush, and Nicol's

horse rears and bucks him off.}

Nicol: !! Uwa!

P.141

{Nicol looks up at the guards' blank faces.}

Nicol: (Wh- What's wrong with these guys-----?! Are they the Archbishop's men?)

Nicol: (-----They- they're going to kill me!!)

{Nicol turns to run, and then remembers the dagger.}

Myure: *It's for good luck-----*

Nicol: (Ah! A- alright...!)

{Nicol abruptly wheels around, brandishing the dagger.}

Nicol: Damnit! If you're gonna come, come! I'm ready...

{And soon finds himself forced to parry a broadsword

with it.}

[Crash]

Nicol: Uwawa!

P.142

Nicol: (......I knew I couldn't do this...! What should I do? I have to do something!)

Nicol: (I can't let them get me in a place like this-----)

{The blade of the dagger begins to glow, and the guards

move to shield their eyes.}

[Glow

Guards: ...Ugh!

P.143

{Both the guards collapse.}

Nicol: ......!! Wow...

[Whinny]

Nicol: Oh, that's right. I have to hurry!

Nicol: {To the horse} Alright, just a little more. Let's do our best!

{The Archbishop wraps Blanche's fingers around the hilt

of Jeral's sword.}

[Squeeze]

P.144

Archbishop: Come, Blanche. We're already out of time. It's alright, it will be easy.

Blanche: ...No, stop-----!

Blanche: (My hands... won't let go. My body won't move as I will it. I've been put under a suggestion.)

Blanche: {With tear-filled eyes} ...Jeral, run...! I'm afraid I'm going to kill you...

Archbishop: That's right, Princess Blanche. You can no longer oppose my will.

P.145

Blanche: Please, Jeral... Hurry!

Jeral: (Blanche-- If this will save you-----)

{Jeral gives Blanche a loving smile}

Blanche: (Jeral-----! I mustn't do this... never--)

P.146

{The Archbishop senses a change in the spell, and is

shocked to find Blanche has raised the sword to her own

neck.}

Archbishop: !! Princess Blanche, what are you-----

Archbishop: (Impossible-----! To break the suggestion is...)

[Clatter]

{The sword falls to the floor, and Blanche collapses,

fatigued. The Archbishop looks at her, stunned.}

Archbishop: (...that much--)

Blanche: [Haa, ha]

Archbishop: (You care for him that much-----?)

P.147

{Jeral, rearmed, breaks into the Archbishop's reverie,

and this time he is the one slammed into a wall.}

Archbishop: -----!!

[Slam]

Blanche: ?!

{Jeral pauses with his sword leveled at the Archbishop's

neck.}

P.148

Archbishop: ...Why won't you strike? This may be your last chance.

{Underground, Myure is chanting, surrounded by an ethereal

glow.}

P.149

{As Myure continues her spell, now ringed by light,

another tremor forms a crack in the seal itself.}

[Roar]

[Rumble]

Shadow: (...ls.)

Shadow: (Fools. This spell will serve you no longer.)

[Rumble]

P.150

{Myure is hurled backwards by a wave of force.}

Myure: !!

[Rumble]

Shadow: (The seal that has held me so long is at an end. Now, I shall revive!)

Myure: (No good. My power alone isn't enough... not without the barrier complete... Nicol, hurry-----!)

P.151

Nicol: [Whew]

{Nicol ducks into the first shrine, spreading the last of

the powder.}

[Shhh, shhh]

Nicol: (Just a little more...!) [gulp]

{When the lines of powder are joined, it flares into

light.}

Nicol: !

P.152

{The light illuminates a path through the forest.}

Citizens: Wh... What is that?!

{In the Church basement, the shadow stops moving.}

Shadow: (......! What... What is this... My power... My power recedes......!!)

Myure: !

P.153

Shadow: (My power is...!!)

[Rumble]

Jeral(?): What-----? !!

[Crack crack]

{The floor begins to give way under Jeral and Blanche.}

Blanche: ......! Kyaaa!

Jeral: Blanche!!

P.154

[Rooooar]

{They fall right behind Myure, still engaged in her

chant.}

Jeral: Myure!

{As she chants, the lines of age disappear from Myure's

face, and her hair escapes from it's braid.}

P.155

{The Archbishop (who seems to have made it through the

fall just as well as Jeral and Blanche) watches the

Faerie and the shadow in astonishment.}

Archbishop: -----!

Shadow: (Ugh... Ooooooh!)

Jeral: !

P.156

{Another force blast throws Myure backwards.}

Jeral: Myure!

Myure: Jeral! The staff... Drive my staff into the cross!!

[Roar]

P.157

Archbishop: ...Don't!! Stop, Jeral!

{Jeral buries the staff right in the center of the cross

on the seal.}

P.158

{The Archbishop's eyes go very wide.}

Archbishop: !!

{The others watch in strained suspense as power swirls

around the seal.}

[Roar]

P.159

{And suddenly, all is still. The Archbishop is struck dumb

and on the verge of collapse.}

[Stagger]

Myure: ...it's over. The seal is complete.

P.160

{Another tremor shakes the cathedral.}

Myure: This place is still dangerous. Let's hurry out.

[Rumble rumble]

Jeral: Please wait, Myure. I still haven't gotten the book.

Myure: What? Without that, we can't lift the curse on the Princess!

[Rumble]

Blanche: [Huh?] ......! Kyaa!!

{A large chunk of stone, shaken loose by the earthquakes,

threatens to fall on Blanche.}

Jeral: Blanche!!

P.161

[Crash]

Jeral: Blanche ......!!

{The dust of the collapse settles, and Jeral and Myure

find that the Archbishop has shielded Blanche from the

weight at his own expense.}

Blanche: ......Archbishop-sama!

Jeral: Ernest-----!

P.162

Archbishop: ......Jeral. The book...is in the desk in my...room.

Jeral: Ernest----- Why...

Archbishop: Until now... I have felt as if something has been obscuring my vision. It was entirely because there was a flaw in my clouded heart..

Archbishop: (I... desired Princess Blanche. And... I hated you, who possessed everything I lacked...)

Archbishop: I'm glad I recovered it before I lost the ability.

Jeral: ...Hold on. I will get you out-----

P.163

Archbishop: Don't. It's too late for me now. Rather, hurry and take Princess Blanche out of here...

Blanche: Archbishop-sama......

Archbishop: I knew that I could not make you happy. But I didn't want to accept it...

{Blanche's eyes fill with tears.}

[Rumble]

{In the monastery, a number of monks and novices run

through crumbling halls.}

P.164

{The cathedral begins to collapse. Duke Bruneau watches

from among the evacuees.}

[Rumble]

Citizen: Look! This church is...

[Rumble]

P.165

[Crash]

{In a ruined courtyard beneath a full moon, Blanche and

Jeral stand before a fountain. Blanche holds Jeral's

sword.}

Myure: "Both their forms reflected in a water mirror beneath the moonlight, the ensorcelled lets fall a blade into the companion's heart."

P.166

{Water spills over as Blanche lowers the blade into the

pool. Light flares from the water, and the couple is

surrounded by a dim glow.}

Jeral: {Looking to Blanche} ......And?

Myure: The wound is disappearing.

P.167

{Nicol runs up, looking excited.}

Nicol: ...you're all okay!!

Blanche: {Thrilled} Nicol!!

Myure: Well done! I'm glad you're safe, Nicol. Are you hurt?

Nicol: Huh? Who're you? Huh?

Nicol: Whaa! Myure!! [Shocked]

Myure: This is my original form.

Jeral: Thank you very much, Myure. All of this is thanks to you.

P.168

Myure: No, it wasn't my power alone. It was because of your love and trust for each other, and the power of the people's feelings for their home.

Nicol: Hey, is it all over now? What about the Princess's curse?

Myure: It's finished. Everything.

Myure: The sun is almost up.

[Squeeze]

P.169

{The couple wait anxiously for the sun to rise above the

mountains--}

P.170

{And embrace in the light of dawn.}

Jeral: ...... Blanche...!

Nicol: ...What a relief.

Myure: My duty is almost finished.

Nicol: ...... Myure?

P.171

{Nicol looks straight _through_ Myure in astonishment.}

Nicol: Myure, your body...!!

Myure: I've reached the end of my days. I used all of my power on the seal.

Jeral: Myure!

Myure: Now, now, don't look like that. I'm not going to die, just return to the firmament.

Myure: {Holding _the_ book} I'll take this book with me, so no one will awaken the power of the "shadow" again.

Nicol: Myure, can I never see you again?

P.172

Myure: You can.

{Myure vanishes. All that remains are a few glimmers of

light.}

Myure: (If people once again live in harmony with nature, and regain their kind hearts, we will again return to our friends.)

{Nicol looks about to cry. Jeral pats him on the shoulder.}

[Pat]

Blanche: Cheer up, Nicol.

Nicol: Princess...

Blanche: Let's make a world where Myure's people can live with us.

P.173

Blanche: Warm sunlight... As if it was all a dream.

Jeral: It wasn't a dream. And as proof we've gotten one knight.

Blanche: That's right.

P.174

This is a tale of the distant past,

But even now in that land

It is said there is a forest

Where monsters lurk,

And Faeries dwell,

But none have seen it.

*The Twilight Princess (Part Two)* End

P.175

End Supplement 9

Hello, it's Mamahara. Here is the final volume of "Tasogare no Himegimi". Whew, I'm glad it's finished. In the beginning, I said, '4 installments will be plenty!!' but before I knew it, it was looked like I would somehow manage to fill 8 installments. I'm the sort that can't pace myself, aren't I? Though somehow I feel like this number is better for it. But, does this mean I can't do long stories?! ...Well, I'd like to take on the challenge of a lo--ng one once, at least. Please enjoy, when I do one.

Until next time!

Drawing of Nicol in the knighthood -->

About 16?

He really grew on me after a while.

It seems I've been drawing a

lot of boys lately, haven't I?

Mamahara Ellie '94.6

*Kanmatsu Furoku 9* End

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Jeral and Myure use all their power to break the curse placed on Princess Blanche, but...!?

How far will the Archbishop's conspiracy continue-----?

Conclusion of the classical romance.