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I appeared from one of these rocks as a child.

Stone eggs, huh? I wonder where they came from.

Is my homeland in the sky or what?

That wouldn't be funny.

But I want to find it...

I long for a world that will allow me to blend in.

I've found you. I've finally found you,

girl of reason.

Bye Bye, Earth

Bye Bye, Earth

The o'crock is already blue.

Timekeeping Stone O'crock

Quartz Forest

I haven't been back to the Quartz Forest in ages,

but I haven't missed this place at all.

A rabbit?!

You're a young Rabbitia, aren't you?

Rabbitia

How pretty. Like a little doll.

Here. Want a drink?

They say crossing a traveling Rabbitia is a sign of good luck.

H-Hey!

You look ridiculous, you know that?

Getting mixed up with this kid seems like a bad idea.

You can keep the cup. I've got spares.

What a strange child.

Park City, Schwert Land

What is she?

What an unusual tribe!

Under West

This place sure hasn't gotten any quieter.

Might as well start by filling my stomach.

What's with her?

She's a strange one.

Totally featureless...

You're on the outside here, missy.

Guess looks can be deceiving.

I thought a mermaid from the castle had wandered in.

Inside, outside... It's all the same to me.

What?

Bring me something to eat.

That and some cold flower tea.

Listen up, country lass.

We live by the Law of Theme in Park City.

Law of Theme

Everyone here's destined for good or evil the moment they're born.

Defy that order, and you might wind up dead.

I get the feeling you're mocking me.

And don't call me "lass."

I have a name. It's Belle Lablac.

Well, excuse me, Lablac.

I'm Haggis, owner of the Amaretto.

How much do you know about Schwert Land?

Just about everything, I reckon.

Park City's divided between the good Topdogs and the evil Underdogs,

Good Topdogs Castle Dwellers Evil Underdogs Outside the Walls

effectively the people inside and outside the castle, right?

Topdogs Castle Dwellers Underdogs Outside the Walls

Precisely! The Law of Theme wouldn't hold without that divide.

No one upsets the balance and gets away with it.

You'd better hurry up and figure out which side you're on.

Why bother?

I'll be leaving the country soon enough.

What? You don't mean...

I'm gonna become a nomad.

Nomad One Who Travels

That's why I came to Park City.

Don't waste your time.

God will never allow it.

Huh?

Country folk, I swear...

Listen here, Lablac.

The king up in the castle doesn't really rule this country.

God does. Got that?

Hey, what's the matter?

I just remembered. The god's called...

Deus Ex Machina.

"Deus"... What?

I don't really understand it myself.

Just something I heard from a heartless jerk a long time ago.

That's right... I killed someone.

But who? And why?

Damn brat! You've been nothing but trouble!

It's that kid!

What're you lot planning to do with the child?

You're not gonna believe this, Haggis!

The brat vanished into thin air, gnawed on my sword...

We went through hell to get the little shit here!

Evil solists, huh?

But this is our big chance.

You'd better not mean—

We caught ourselves a Rabbitia!

Killing one will make names for us!

And drinking Rabbitia blood will make our swords unbeatable!

Idiots!

Rabbitia are all freaks anyway!

Lablac, wait!

You're supposed to raise your sword to the music of clashing steel.

I see evil solists aren't what they used to be.

If you can't tell the difference between being evil and doing evil,

you don't deserve a sword.

You bitch!

What?

What was that?

There it is again.

Something's holding me back.

You fool! Who goes around smashing swords?!

You'll pay for that!

That does it!

What's going on?

I might as well be swinging a hunk of iron.

You can't become a nomad unless you take on a curse.

Is this my curse?

Can I not cut anything anymore?

No...

Hey! That's enough!

You've made your point. We can all see how skilled you are.

And how beastly, too.

I just...

There's no coming back from this.

They worked hard to grow those swords.

My sword...

No way.

They'll never revive.

They'll just wither away.

Oh, there they are!

Topdog solists!

Good solists!

Have you got a dog tag?

Dog Tag License to Duel

Of course not.

Then get going.

You used a sword without a dog tag. They won't let you off easy.

What about the kid?

Must've run off.

H-Hey.

The Castle

Have you missed being on the inside?

I don't remember anything about this place except meeting you,

Runding.

When that candle burns out, we'll begin our investigation.

Wait here until then.

It was in a room like this.

I found you, then waited and waited.

Can I really not cut anything anymore?

This is the form my curse took,

the first trial on my way...

to becoming a nomad.

That's right. I waited and waited.

And then...

someone came.

But who?

What's wrong with you, Belle Lablac?

Nobody's coming to get you out of here!

Staring at the door won't make it open any sooner!

Runding!

The candle's out.

Oh, right. Could you call a solist named Gaff for me?

I guess you could say we had the same teacher.

Had completely slipped my mind.

Did you get that?

Someone broke your sword, old man?

No, not mine. Mine wilted a long time ago.

It's been a while, Haggis.

Adonis!

What are you doing outside?

If it wasn't yours that broke, whose was it?

Oh, you know. Some young guys.

They're a mess.

I put 'em in a guest room upstairs.

Can I talk to them?

Ask them for the whole story.

Adonis, have you seen your family?

I don't plan to.

What do you think he's back here for?

Who knows?

Lots of problem customers today.

I-It's the Army of Insatiable Emptiness!

They're coming!

Hurry! This way!

The Army of Insatiable Emptiness

You're done for if they get you!

I don't want to be a shadow!

Take shelter indoors!

I don't believe it! They showed up smack dab in the middle of the city!

They've sniffed out one of their own kind.

Someone in Park City'll join the Army of Insatiable Emptiness today.

Someone who can't enjoy anything anymore.

I really owe you one, Gaff.

You're my guest now, remember?

Still, I sure am glad I called you for help.

I can't believe you found me this place to stay, on top of getting me acquitted.

You should have come to me from the start.

Your master asked me to look out for you.

Here's a dog tag.

Just carve your personal spell onto it.

Shandy Gaff,

why would a top solist like you drop everything to do my master a favor?

Was he that big of a deal?

I don't hold a candle to him.

Oh yeah?

Do you resent him?

How could I? He made me forget everything about him.

Anyway, sorry, but I can't accept this.

I'm going to become a nomad.

I know.

But you can't start your journey until you fulfill a contract with the king.

You must serve this land as a solist for a time.

I'm under a curse.

I think it might've made my sword picky.

I used to be able to cut down people of any tribe

just like I slice through flowers, stone, or wood.

What a thing to say.

Huh?

Seeing no difference between felling people and flowers

sounds like the real curse to me.

Are you saying I'm beastly?

My sword is like a glove I wear when I touch things.

Something tells me it shouldn't play favorites.

This will assist you in solving the mystery of your curse as well as in your travels.

Why not accept it?

You got me there.

My spell, huh?

Maybe I'll write "beastly."

Belle...

Thanks for everything, Gaff.

To be honest, I didn't want lean on anyone.

But since you offered, I'll take all the help I can get.

You'd better not get cold feet!

Hey, you! Where did you come from?!

What are you doing here? Did you come to thank me?

Don't sweat it. I decided for myself to butt in back there.

That's the child all the fuss was about?

Well, yeah.

You should be honored to have a traveling Rabbitia for a guest.

Some guest.

I'll arrange an audience with the king for you at once.

You really are some big shot, huh?

That's the farm-players' music.

Farm-players

Takes me back. I used to practice it all the time.

Not that my playing ever made much of anything grow.

You're not going to visit your parents?

I will, when it's convenient.

Shouldn't you at least drop in to say hello?

I can't see them yet.

I see.

I haven't had a fancy bath in ages!

Don't like baths? Well, too bad.

Wait, you're a boy?

Where were you trying to go, anyway?

Don't tell me you can't speak...

It's tough having people be so nice to me.

"Lablac," huh?

Lablac "A Rarity"

You're the second person to carve that name.

Really? I'm not the only one?

You and your master.

That really rubs me the wrong way.

Sorry.

Now, why does he want me to see the king?

As a Schwert Musikerin, you must entertain god to complete the right of contracts.

Schwert Musikerin

This voice...

What now? Is it trying to guide me?

The king carries out god's will.

And the doors to a journey will only open in the presence of royalty.

The Public of Justice Hall of Swords and Scales

Throne Room

The Public of Justice consists of three theaters forming the crest of Schwert Land.

Surrounding god with stages on three sides

Dance Hall Throne Room Arena of Blades

renders the very space itself sacred to the nation.

It looks like a grave marker.

Yggdrasil The Sword-Tree God

Behold Yggdrasil, the throne of the god who dwells in this land.

A cancerous sword that has been growing since the dawn of history.

Cancerous Sword

A god lives in this tree?

Hey, what gives?

The tree isn't looking at me.

The priestess-king resides with the god, their body lost to the tree.

Two faces: Topdog and Underdog.

The world reveals its dual nature through the king's form.

We welcome you into our presence and god's.

King Rawhide

If our form offends you, we will happily return to god's bosom.

We see. You don't belong to any tribe.

Maybe that explains your lack of manners.

Belle.

The king is looking at me.

So what about the god?!

I knew it.

The tree still won't look at me.

Who would partake in the rite of contracts?

Answer us, Gaff.

A student of the renowned Enola, Sian Lablac,

has completed her final lesson and come to Park City.

My fellow disciple, Belle Lablac by name.

And why would you partake in the rite?

To become a nomad!

To what end?

So I can find my roots.

I want to know who I am, where I came from, and where I should go!

I want to find people like me!

Otherwise, I...

I'll be alone forever.

Very well. We shall grant you a trial that you might forge a contract.

Sing the name of your instrument, little one.

Runding, work of the famed swordwright called Dram!

Your skill as a Schwert Musikerin shall be tested.

A solist shall be chosen to challenge you.

Whom will I fight?

One with whom you share a past.

Kir Royale, one of our four champions.

You once shattered his sword.

Second Movement Wherefore in the Earthshine

Everything we are hangs on this duel.

I'm out of step with everyone.

Go forth and spread word.

We bid you encounter chance.

Dad! Mom!

Third Movement Farewell to Those Who Play the Land

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