[translation]聖戦と死神 第３部「薔薇と死神」～歴史を紡ぐ者～
Holy War and the Reaper part 3 "The Rose and the Reaper" ~Those who weave history~
"Where am I? I remember that I've been chased...
Shot by an arrow, and I lost consciousness..."
"I'm glad you're awake. Are you okay?
My name is Alverez.
I am commander of the army that attacked your village.
I used to be...but now I'm a refugee myself.
Still...that's just an excuse...do you hate me?"
"If I say...no, I don't hate you...that'd be a lie...
But I want to believe in my savior."
"I am from Belga. I am a < foreigner >[Albelge] who headed towards the former land of Flandre
In order to take revenge for my destroyed country.
Do you understand what this means, young lady?
My hands are stained beyond salvation..."
"At first I attacked Preuzehn out of anger...
Then Lombardo, to secure a spot for myself in foreign countries...
After that, I destroyed Castilia
Just to fulfill my own desires..."
"Even today, a certain scenery flashes vibrantly in my mind
If I close my eyes.
There's one place that I want to take back, no matter what.
His Majesty Childebert VI back then made me a promise..."
"On the condition that I conquer just one more country...
For example, Britannia.
Then he would grant Belga self-governing rights.
I tried to buy back my own country
By selling out the country of others..."
"I am such a foolish man..."
"Yes....if you're such a foolish man
Then you won't mind if I kill you here, right?"
"Ah...do as you like...
I committed unredeemable mistakes..."
"You idiot! That won't solve anything!
You might be satisfied with just that
But there might be people who want to exact your revenge
That line of logic repeats itself, and creates new tragedies..."
"There is no history that you can't redeem...that's why it's irreplaceable
That's why we create new history...
A fool...is not someone who makes a mistake
But one who realizes his mistake, yet makes no attempt to correct it..."
"...right?"
"Young lady...you're strong..."
"Yes..of course I'm strong
The future of this country lies on me, after all."
"The future of this country?
I heard that Britannia's queen was a young girl, but...
Don't tell me...you are...!"
"Rose Guine Avalon
Yes...I am this country's[Britannia's] queen
Please excuse my silence...but I want you to understand...
General Alvarez...I'll believe in you..."
"I...please excuse my rude behavior out of ignorance of your majesty's identity..."
"Please! Don't be so upright! I don't like that.
Just call me Rose..."
"Still, you are the famous < Reaper of Belga >[Albelge]...who would've thought...
...you're quite different from what I imagined
I thought you were a big man like a bear..."
"...but...you better drop this < Reaper of Belga >[Albege] business...
It's not going to be popular in this country. Britannian-styled, it would be
Hmm, something like < Roughneck of Belga >[Arbelge]?
That's way better, hey, please do that...?"
"What? You've been staring at my face for quite a while..."
"No...when I saved you at first
I thought you were similar to a certain woman, but..."
"But?"
"...now that I think about it, you're not similar at all..."
"What-!?"
A gust of white wind dashed through Windermer's lakeside...
Towards the land protected by the six platoon of knights, led by captain Tristram
Lancuster...