Anne: Why didn't you go after him?

Challe: If I'd gone after Jonas, you would have been k*lled by wolves.

Anne: I know that!

Anne: Even so, I didn't want to let him have that sugar confection.

Anne: But you...

Anne: You protected me so your wing wouldn't be damaged!

Anne: That's all it was, wasn't it?

Anne: I know! I'm not capable of using you!

Anne: I know that! I know!

Anne: I know...

I don't know how far I can go, butâ€¦

It's all right

Even alone, I'll be fine, butâ€¦

You know, the truth is that no one is alone

Things like happiness, loneliness, and even anxietyâ€¦

We are born to savor all those things

A single spoonful of sparkles

Transforms everything into smiles

That could be what I secretly wished forâ€¦

That miracle

We're each searching for our most precious treasures

That's what our journey is for

I don't know how far I can go, but...

Each moment that passes before me shall be spun from hope

Anne: Why...

Challe: He likely intended to enter it into the exhibition.

Challe: First, he stole your mother's designs.

Challe: But he was unable to make them work.

Challe: That's why he contrived to steal your work and head to Lewiston.

Anne: This is... mine. It's what I lost.

Challe: It was likely Cathy who stole it.

Challe: She has the ability to turn invisible.

Challe: Then, Jonas estimated the amount of silver sugar you used to make your piece,

Challe: loaded it into your cart in advance,

Challe: and stole your wagon with your finished piece inside.

Anne: How can you know all that?

Challe: That's how humans are.

Anne: I'm returning this.

Anne: The exhibition is the day after tomorrow.

Anne: Jonas will have already reached Lewiston.

Anne: It's too late now.

Challe: And you are satisfied with that?

Anne: Of course I'm not.

Anne: Of course I'm not, but there's nothing I can do!

Anne: Even with you here, I can't do anything about it!

Anne: So, I'll set you free.

Anne: Go somewhere else!

Anne: And now...

Anne: I'm all alone again.

Anne: I'm sorry, Mama.

Anne: Becoming a silver sugar master...

Anne: and sending your spirit to the heavens on Pull Soul Day was my dream.

Anne: And now it won't come true.

Anne: Mama. Mama!

Anne: Why did you die?

Anne: Why did you leave me all alone?

Anne: Why, Mama?!

Anne: How beautiful...

Lusul: You're a human, aren't you?

Lusul: You're the one who allowed me to be born, aren't you?

Anne: What?

Challe: Fairies are born when another's gaze...

Challe: causes the energy within an object to condense and take form.

Anne: Challe.

Lusul: And you're like me, aren't you?

Lusul: I'm Lusul El Min!

Challe: Lusul El Min, go where you like.

Challe: Do not approach humans.

Challe: They capture us, steal our freedom, and make us serve them.

Lusul: Really? But what about this young lady?

Lusul: She's a human, isn't she?

Challe: She's special.

Challe: Now, go. Live as you like in a place where humans cannot reach you.

Lusul: How kind you are!

Lusul: Thank you!

Challe: What does that expression mean?

Anne: Well... Why are you here?

Anne: I returned your wing, didn't I?

Challe: You haven't kept your promise to me.

Challe: I came to have you keep it.

Anne: Promise?

Challe: You promised to give me a sugar confection.

Anne: A sugar confection...

Challe: What's wrong? Will you make it or not?

Anne: I will.

Anne: I did promise, after all!

Anne: I'll make something incredibly beautiful!

Challe: Wait.

Challe: Do not make sugar confections in that state.

Challe: Wear this.

Anne: What?

Challe: It was in the cargo hold.

Challe: No one will mind if you use it, will they?

Anne: I will make a sugar confection.

Anne: For Challe.

Anne: Even if I can't make it to the exhibition...

Anne: Even if he leaves again once I give it to him...

Anne: Right now, this is simply...

Anne: for Challe, who came back to me.

Anne: I will make something that I feel is beautiful!

Anne: Challe.

Anne: This is it...

Anne: It's very small, but this is my...

Anne: Given who I am right now, this is my truest sugar confection.

Challe: Beautiful.

Anne: Thank you.

Anne: Will you accept it?

Anne: Will you allow me to touch your wing?

Challe: Touch it.

Anne: Are you sure?

Anne: It feels so warm.

Challe: Are you satisfied?

Anne: Yes.

Challe: This sugar confection belongs to me, doesn't it?

Anne: Yes...

Challe: Then I will do as I please with it.

Anne: Challe?

Challe: Get on.

Challe: We're leaving.

Anne: Huh? Where are we going?

Challe: Lewiston.

Anne: What? What?!

Challe: If we travel through the night, we will arrive in the morning.

Challe: You want to become a silver sugar master this year, don't you?

Anne: What?

Anne: But the sugar confection I was going to enter is...

Challe: You have this.

Challe: If this is your truest work, then enter it.

Challe: If it isn't good enough, then you can accept your defeat.

Anne: Why are you doing this for me?

Challe: You returned my wing to me.

Challe: You are no longer my master.

Challe: If that's true, then we can become friends.

Challe: If that's what you wish.

Anne: Challe, is that something you want?

Challe: I don't know.

Anne: Night is coming.

Anne: Will we be able to escape the Bloody Highway safely?

Challe: Who do you think I am?

spectator A: I wonder which school will get the Royal Medal this year.

spectator B: It'll be the Mercury school.

spectator C: What about the Paige school?

spectator D: They're on the decline.

spectator D: I'm guessing it'll be the Radcliffe school.

Earl of Downing: His Majesty, King Edmond II approaches!

crowd: Wow! Hooray! It's him!

spectator E: What's that?

spectator F: Watch out!

guards: Look out!

guards: Out of the way!

Earl of Downing: What is this commotion?

Anne: Stop here, Challe!

Challe: Whoa!

Anne: It appears that the results of

Anne: the Sugar Confectionary Exhibition haven't yet been declared!

Jonas: Anne!

Anne: I will also enter!

Anne: Sugar Artisan Anne Halford!

guard A: You there!

Anne: No associated school!

guard B: You are brazen!

Anne: Please let me through! I...

Hugh: Hey there! Well, well.

Hugh: I thought you weren't coming, but that was quite the entrance...

Hugh: Anne.

Anne: Hugh?

Earl of Downing: You know this girl, Mercury?

Hugh: Yes. She is, indeed, a sugar artisan.

Anne: Mercury? Hugh Mercury?

Hugh: I have ascertained her skills with my own eyes.

Anne: The head of the Mercury Workshop school, and the current Silver Sugar Viscount?!

Earl of Downing: Very well.

Earl of Downing: If the Silver Sugar Viscount acknowledges her skills,

Earl of Downing: then I will authorize her entry.

Anne: Thank you.

Jonas: Hey, Anne.

Jonas: My clothes suit you quite well.

Jonas: That aside... To think you'd enter with a piece the size of a child's snack.

Jonas: I'm impressed by your nerve.

Anne: You impress me as well, Jonas.

Anne: Entering with someone else's work. There should be limits to shamelessness.

Jonas: I don't know what you're talking about.

Earl of Downing: We now begin the Sugar Confectionary Exhibition!

Earl of Downing: The greatest sugar artisan in the land...

Earl of Downing: shall be granted the title of Silver Sugar Master!

Hugh: Everyone, His Majesty the King will now examine the sugar confections!

Earl of Downing: Jonas Anders...

Earl of Downing: and Anne Halford.

Earl of Downing: Bring your sugar confections and approach His Majesty.

King: Yes, it's quite strange.

King: Mercury.

King: What do you think?

King: To my eyes, they appear similarly beautiful.

Hugh: Indeed.

Hugh: They seem as though they might have been made by the same artisan,

Hugh: given how alike they are.

Hugh: Which do you prefer, sire?

King: I like this one.

King: It seems as though it might shatter this instant.

King: It's ephemeral, and yet so full of life.

King: I have never seen such a beautiful sugar sculpture.

Queen: That sugar confection truly is magnificent.

Queen: But, Your Majesty,

Queen: the sugar confection which will be the centerpiece of the festival

Queen: must be made large and spectacular.

Queen: Even if she possesses the skills to make this small confection,

Queen: we don't know what will happen when it comes to a large piece.

King: Yes, that is true.

King: I have decided. I will make my declaration.

King: I award the Royal Medal to the sugar confection brought by Jonas Anders.

Earl of Downing: Anne Halford, stand aside.

Earl of Downing: Jonas Anders, come here.

Earl of Downing: His Majesty will examine the three barrels of silver sugar you refined,

Earl of Downing: so that you may present them to him along with the sugar confection.

Jonas: Wh-What is this?

Earl of Downing: What is the meaning of this, Anders?

Earl of Downing: An entire barrel of silver sugar is completely missing!

Jonas: Th-That can't be!

Mithril: Oh, please forgive me, Your Majesty!

Mithril: I am but a lowly labor fairy in service to Master Jonas Anders!

Mithril: My master is so utterly crappy at making silver sugar

Mithril: that he couldn't make the required amount!

Mithril: So, he had me, with my ability to use magic which tricks the eyes,

Mithril: creep into the barrel to make it appear full!

Anne: Why is Mithril here?

Mithril: But the idea of tricking Your Majesty was just too, too much!

Anne: It can't be. Did he eat Jonas' silver sugar?

Mithril: Please, forgive me, Your Majesty!

Jonas: This is a conspiracy!

Jonas: Come here!

Jonas: That fairy is in service to this Anne Halford, who stands before you.

Jonas: She wanted to become a silver sugar master,

Anne: so she had that fairy sneak into the barrel!

Mithril: Hey! Let Anne go, you scoundrel!

Jonas: See? He's confessed!

Jonas: They're working together!

Anne: It's true that I know this fairy.

Anne: But I don't know why he's done this.

Mithril: Does the why even matter?

Mithril: Anne, just tell them the truth!

Mithril: Tell them what he did to you!

Anne: Let go!

Anne: The piece that Jonas Anders entered and declared as his own...

Anne: is a piece that I made!

Anne: He stole it from me.

Anne: This fairy knew that and so...

Jonas: I stole it? That's a lie!

Mithril: Let go of Anne!

Jonas: Move, you little...

Anne: Are you going to keep lying?

Jonas: Silence! You're the liar here!

Anne: Let go! Let go of me!

Jonas: Stay still, you little...

Hugh: Well, shall we have them prove it, Your Majesty?

Anne: Let go!

King: Is there a way to discern which of them created these works?

King: If there is, we should use it.

Hugh: Yes, sire.

Hugh: Well then...

Hugh: I'll have you do the same thing you did that night at the Doctor's Inn.

Hugh: But this time, there will be a motif.

Hugh: This work that His Majesty selected...

Hugh: has butterflies on it, doesn't it?

Hugh: Make ones identical to these here, before His Majesty.

Hugh: Then we will be able to tell from whose hands these came.

Hugh: Understand?

Anne: All right. I'll do it.

Hugh: Jonas?

Jonas: I-I...

Hugh: Begin!

Anne: I can feel it.

Anne: Challe has stayed to watch me.

Anne: I will make a butterfly.

Anne: One that will make Challe happy. An incredibly beautiful butterfly.

Anne: I want the wings to be more lustrous.

Anne: Yes, like Challe's wings... so beautiful...

Hugh: That's enough!

Hugh: Anders' butterfly isn't even worth speaking about.

Jonas: I-If I don't work alone in a quiet place, I can't make anything very well.

Jonas: If I could work alone, in a quiet place, with enough time...

Hugh: You're a disgrace, Jonas!

Hugh: Halford's butterfly does resemble those of the work that His Majesty chose.

Hugh: But they are different.

King: What do you mean, Mercury?

King: It seems obvious to me which artisan created the work I selected.

Hugh: Between Halford's butterfly and the butterflies on the work Your Majesty chose...

Hugh: Which do you prefer, sire?

King: Halford's butterfly, of course.

King: Compared to the piece I chose, it is even more...

King: I see. They are not the same. That's what you meant.

Hugh: That is why I cannot declare with certainty which of them made it.

King: Yes. It seems that the artisan who made the piece I chose...

King: is nowhere to be seen.

King: Downing!

Earl of Downing: Yes, sire.

King: There will be no Royal Medal this year.

King: That is the end of this.

spectator C: What does this mean?

spectator D: No Royal Medal?

spectator E: Will they pick someone else?

spectator E: Does this mean no one's going to become a silver sugar master?

Hugh: That was a shame.

Anne: My lord Silver Sugar Viscount.

Hugh: Hey, now. No need to be so formal. Hugh is good enough for me.

Anne: Hugh, why...

Anne: You must have known that piece was mine.

Hugh: No, it wasn't. The king said so himself, didn't he?

Anne: But...

Hugh: Improving your skills worked against you.

Hugh: This butterfly that you made just now...

Hugh: That wasn't you aping someone else.

Hugh: This is clearly your own original work.

Anne: Mama, did you hear that?

Anne: Did you see that?

Earl of Downing: Anne Halford.

Earl of Downing: Her Majesty has given me a message for you.

Anne: Yes, my lord!

Earl of Downing: Next year, she hopes you will bring a sugar confection worthy of the festival.

Earl of Downing: She is greatly looking forward to it.

Anne: Yes... Yes, Your Majesty!

Anne: I promise, I will come back!

Earl of Downing: Mercury, I will leave Anders' punishment to you.

Hugh: What will you do? He made you lose, Anne.

Anne: Stand up, Jonas.

Anne: Stand up!

Anne: I feel so much better!

Anne: I've been wanting to give him one good h*t!

Hugh: I like it! A very appropriate measure.

Hugh: All right! Then, we're done here!

Anne: I'm sorry.

Anne: Oh, I'm so sorry!

Anne: Pardon me!

Anne: Challe, thank you.

Anne: I couldn't become this year's silver sugar master.

Anne: I didn't make it in time to send Mama to the heavens.

Anne: But Mama will have to be content with the best sugar confection I can make right now.

Anne: And next year, no matter what...

Anne: I will come here again.

Anne: Here.

Anne: As I promised, this sugar confection belongs to you, Challe.

Anne: I'm returning it to you.

Challe: It looks unpalatable.

Anne: What?!

Challe: I want something made by a silver sugar master,

Challe: a particularly delicious sugar confection.

Anne: W-What's that supposed to mean?

Anne: You're saying this isn't good enough?

Anne: I told you. I wasn't able to become a silver sugar master.

Anne: But next year, I'm sure...

Challe: Then I'll have it next year on this day.

Challe: I have no need of one until then.

Challe: Until you become a silver sugar master, I will wait with you.

Anne: What? With me?

Challe: Anne.

Anne: That's the first time...

Anne: That's the first time Challe...

Anne: called me by name.

Mithril: Hey, did you see that? My once-in-a-lifetime, brilliant acting!

Anne: Mithril!

Anne: I'm sorry, Mithril, for thinking, even for a second, that you ate my silver sugar.

Mithril: Well, that's just how humans are. Didn't surprise me.

Mithril: And don't shorten my name! I'm Mithril Lid Pod!

Anne: But, Mithril Lid Pod, how did you know that Jonas stole my sugar confection?

Anne: Were you secretly following us?

Mithril: Huh? I was in your cart the whole time.

Anne: What?

Mithril: You suspected me. I went to bed in a huff.

Mithril: When I woke up, the cart belonged to Jonas.

Anne: S-So that's what happened.

Anne: Just how long were you asleep, anyway?

Mithril: Did you forget?

Mithril: To repay that favor, I'm gonna follow you through sheer stubbornness if I have to.

Mithril: I'll follow you to the depths of the underworld!

Challe: Have you heard the phrase "a helpful nuisance," Mithril Lid Pod?

Mithril: I haven't. Sorry.

Mithril: And why are you still with Anne?

Challe: There's something Scarecrow is going to give me.

Anne: I-I'm Scarecrow again? You called me by name earlier.

Challe: What's wrong, Scarecrow? Hurry up and get in.

Anne: Oh, very well!

Anne: I'll let it pass this time, whether you call me a scarecrow or a crow!

Anne: Out of the way!

Challe: You're driving?

Anne: That's right!

Anne: That's the sort of mood I'm in!

text: The Fate ofthe Royal Medal

text: Anne and the Cat's Sugar Confectionery
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