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In Sindhura, the battle for the throne between two brothers

finally turned into a duel before the gods to determine who was to become king.

Younger brother Rajendra

chose the Parsian warrior Daryun to be his proxy for the duel,

gained victory, and inherited the throne.

His brother, Gadhavi,

was executed for attempting to take the throne in violation of God's will.

Sindhura

Capitol City, Uraiyur

The turmoil within Sindhura that Pars' crown prince Arslan had been dragged into

has finally come to an end.

The esteemed Prince Arslan of Pars and his men will soon leave our country

and return to Pars.

It's all thanks to them that I was able to successfully inherit the throne.

The crowned prince of Pars, His Highness Arslan,

and the "Fierce Tiger" general, Lord Daryun.

Everyone, let's drop the formalities.

Whether it is cuisine, wine, or women,

they are all of Sindhura's top quality.

Everyone, drink your fill and enjoy yourselves!

Shen Senani!

Tiger general!

What kind of spice is this?

Come, come, have another.

Certainly.

Let's do this!

You have a natural talent for dancing, Prince Arslan.

He's getting carried away.

We know he's not to be trusted,

but watching his smiling face, it's hard to sense any malicious intent.

That's true.

He has a natural charm that attracts people to him.

He's an interesting king.

However,

he cannot compare to our future king.

Of course.

Sindhuran banquets can stretch one to their limits.

What would be best at a time like this?

Your Highness,

we've been made to play the fool by this man many times.

This is our well-deserved reward. You should enjoy his good will.

I see.

Banquet of Friendship

Now! Next up, we have one of Sindhura's renowned acrobatics displays.

Bear fire hooping!

So hot!

Your Highness, your hands–

Please enjoy the acrobats' excellent skills!

It's my turn first.

It's mine!

And then, watch as this tiger—

I'm seeing tigers, Lady Farangis.

You're definitely not that drunk.

Those are the warriors that saved our country.

Look at them, spread out here before us.

What a happy bunch they seem.

Your Highness!

My cat has come to stir up trouble.

Is that your cat?

This opposition to His Highness

absolutely cannot be forgiven.

Hold on! Lord Daryun!

Jaswant,

Upon closer inspection, isn't this your cat?

What?

It would seem that he missed you.

Alright, alright. Take it back inside.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Lord, I must attend to your soiled tunic.

This is just a small mater; it's fine.

No, no, this will not do.

If it would please you, how about trying on some traditional Sindhuran garments?

It is said that people who wear the same clothes can become friends more easily.

W-wait!

Why must I be included in this Sindhuran makeover?

You object?

We're creating good will.

That being said, we all need entertainment now and again.

So this banquet was just a pleasant diversion for you?

Ladies.

Actually, there was one providing aid to a certain "fierce tiger" general from the shadows—and guiding Lord Rajendra to victory. Me.

Then why didn't you say so?

I am not one who seek fame.

I am an aloof wandering minstrel who only seeks beauty.

How marvelous!

So this is what Sindhuran traditional clothing looks like.

This one should fit His Highness perfectly.

I'll wear this one.

It's perfect for you.

Then this one will be for Sir Narsus–

I'll take none other than this.

As expected, you have great taste!

Um... and for Lord Elam?

It doesn't matter.

Such a long piece of cloth! What is it for?

This is a style of traditional Sindhuran attire.

As you can see, only one piece of cloth is needed.

It tickles!

Now, for Lady Farangis as well.

This is... could it be?

This is also just a single piece of cloth!

What should we do?

I have no idea how to put it back on her...

Marvellous!

King Rajendra.

This suits you very much.

How about becoming a Sindhuran citizen?

That would mean exile, wouldn't it?

Not a bad idea.

What doesn't sound too bad?

Narsus~!

This is my first time ever wearing such light, fluttery clothes.

I'm so excited!

It fits you very well.

Too baggy.

E-Elam, your clothes suit you as well.

Please don't bother.

Your attire doesn't suit you either.

In these kind of circumstances, one must say it's fitting even if it isn't.

Narsus, you idiot! You liar!

No!

No! I'm sorry!

You were just saying that you love me!

No, I said no such thing!

Idiot! Idiot!

Like a painting of a priestess.

It's hot.

This fashion is less revealing than your usual attire.

However,

to discover hidden beauty is also quite exciting.

It is a beauty that can cause the heart to flutter!

Of course. I know that.

An elegant demeanour, set apart from the average beauty.

It's no wonder you're worthy to be recognized by many as a peerless beau–

Now, all of you,

Sindhura's hospitalities have only just begun.

My country's famous cuisine.

Please, you must give it a taste.

I've never seen this kind of cuisine.

It smells amazing.

It appears to look quite delicious.

This is...

Well then, I'll–

Your Highness.

Your Highness!

Please get up!

It seems that Prince Arslan has been overstimulated.

Water! Get me some water!

What did you give His Highness to eat?

Calm down.

This is called "curry."

Curry?

Is it some new type of poison?

It is a cuisine born from the mixing of many spices.

The dish is known for its pungent aroma and its wild, spicy taste.

It is rumored to be tasty, even addictive.

The knowledgeable Lord Narsus, everyone.

Is it necessary to make it this spicy?

Within the royal family,

it is traditional to praise and honor those who can withstand such a level of spiciness.

So: between ourselves and our Parsian brothers, who can withstand the most spiciness?

Why not find out with a curry-eating competition?

How dare you embarrass His Highness in public.

Unforgivable.

Narsus, let us accept the challenge.

There's no way we'll lose.

That's right. I'm betting on the Zott Clan's name.

Fine. I accept your challenge.

Lord Gieve?

Do I have to–?

Now then, before the sand in this hourglass has completely run out,

whoever eats the most curry wins.

With that, a curry-eating competition with both countries' honor on the line

was about to begin.

What is this?!

It's so spicy it can kill.

However, this texture and aroma is not too bad.

This flavor is truly addictive.

This is nothing at all.

Going as far as to create this terrifying dish.

But it does have its own unique flavors. Not bad.

Extra spices have been added to today's curry. It's beyond our usual level of spiciness.

If even His Highness can endure this spiciness,

I can't lose here!

How are you feeling, Lord Tactician?

This kind of stimulation will make your mind even more agile.

It's unfortunate that there are no enemies at hand that require my agile wit to deal with.

Are these not my works of art?

How very agile! My inspiration is surging inside of me!

As I am now, I could surpass all of history's finest artists.

I'm petrified by my own talents.

Because I... am me!

Narsus!

Sir Narsus has become his own self-portrait.

Narsus' curry is redder than mine.

The first bowl is to test your luck.

From sweet to extremely spicy, I've prepared curry with different levels of spiciness.

It seems Lord Narsus has eaten the extremely spicy one.

How can this be? Narsus.

He's really unlucky.

That's not it.

He probably arranged this.

Our tactician has been a thorn in his side.

What do you intend to do?

Now then, Prince Arslan,

I forgot to mention this,

but a curry-eating competition is similar to a duel before the Gods:

they both serve in my country as traditional methods to resolve disputes.

The loser must do what the winner wishes.

My wish is–

let me see...

to take your "fierce tiger," Lord Daryun, under my command.

You would decide that with this–

All of you have consumed the holy curry and expressed your willingness to take part in this duel.

If you were to go back on your word now, the citizenry of Sindhura would not be pleased.

That's right!

Showdown!

Come now. You have seven people, while I'm on my own.

In this match, the natural advantage lies with you.

Alright. From here on, this is serious.

Your Highness!

The upcoming curry dishes will be extremely, insanely spicy.

Narsus ate such spicy food all by himself.

Curse that Rajendra!

Excuse me, could I have liquor?

The strongest one you have.

Then let me have a few beauties.

The most beautiful ones you h–

Come. There's not much time remaining.

Spicy.

For a man who has survived countless life-and-death battles,

this level of spiciness is nothing!

Oh, Prince Arslan!

If you're already out of the race, perhaps you can have some sweet curry.

Delicious!

Curry in its original flavor is so delicious.

Daryun, my portion tastes very good.

Daryun.

Your Highness.

Daryun!

So spicy.

But not so much that it's inedible.

A magnificent level of spiciness. The chef is highly skilled.

No need to hurry. We'll have a chance to win when the other side self-destructs.

So spicy! So tasty! So spicy! So tasty!

Y-you idiot!

You won't make it if you keep eating it this way.

What's with your discouraging words?

I need to avenge Narsus.

How can I give up?

That's right.

Alright. I'm doing this, too.

So spicy! So tasty! So spicy! So tasty...

It seems like such a level of spiciness is not enough to satisfy our guests.

Make sure to add plenty of spice to the next batch.

So spicy! So tasty! So spicy! So tasty...

Elam! Alfreed!

Gieve, are you not holding up?

It occurs to me.

Yes, the winner's demands...

In that case, if I win, my condition will be,

to partake in all the beautiful women in this royal palace!

No, you seem totally fine.

Make it spicier!

Can't hold up after all, huh.

Looks like the goddess of victory favors me...

What?!

That's amazing, Farangis!

Even at this level of spice, she's so calm.

Has she been using alcohol to water it down?

There's no way. I must keep eating.

You can do it, Farangis!

What is the matter with that woman?

Regardless. A warrior cannot lose to the same person twice.

I would become a laughingstock!

Farangis, are you alright?

Could it be? She's drunk!

Then allow me to take care of you.

I'm sober now. Let's keep drinking.

No way. How is that possible?

Oh no. I'm running out of time.

What are you doing, Jaswant?

Did you allow your cat to run wild again, Jaswant?

That cat has broken the hourglass this time.

In that case, it seems that our match has come to a draw.

There is no cat, hypocrite.

You're the one who broke it, aren't you?

For daring to disrupt the holy curry-eating competition,

I must punish that cat... but where did it run off to?

That cat should have been brought back inside by Jaswant.

It shouldn't be out here at all, should it?

If you think you know where it is,

then please bring the cat back here.

The opportunity is rare, so why don't we continue with the competition?

If you can bring back the cat within the set time, then it's your win.

Anything you ask of me, I'll do.

Alright then, if we win...

Then hold a wedding ceremony for us!

Hold on.

No.

If we win, please teach me how to make the sweet curry,

and provide us with a year's worth of ingredients.

Like I've said, just give me all the beauties–

I hope you'll take this fellow in.

Too superficial!

If we win,

you'll serve as Narsus' patron of the arts, and hang his works all around your palace!

What!

The country will tear itself apart.

With that,

and with both countries' honor on the line, the cat-catching

competition begins.

Alright.

Jaswant, tell us where your room is.

No, no.

Please find it by yourselves. Keep the spirit of the competition in mind.

Is that right? It can't be helped, then.

Everyone, let's go!

Where is Jaswant's room?

Your Highness,

let's split up. I have an idea.

My apologies for what happened before.

This is all for the prestige of our country.

It's fine.

This passageway is...?

This is a secret escape passageway that connects to my room.

And my cat?

As you commanded. In your room.

Let's gain control of Jaswant and Rajendra's rooms.

That cat would, in truth, be owned by King Rajendra.

But Rajendra would have definitely been one step ahead of us and would have hidden the cat.

This seems to be Jaswant's room.

Where is it?

It doesn't look like it's here.

This is King Rajendra's room.

Found it!

It's not here.

We're a step behind!

Where did you go? Little kitty!

With Narsus in the lead, it would be only natural for them to check here next.

But, will they be unable to find it?

Who knows? Perhaps it will have escaped.

That chest is?

That's right. I wanted to repay you for what's happened before

so I'll give this to you.

But you can only open it once you're outside of palace grounds.

Why is that?

I'll leave that to you, Jaswant.

The Djinns are warning us.

The cat is being carried away from here.

As expected.

It's probably being brought to a place we cannot reach.

Then it's time for a different tactic.

In the event that Jaswant is intercepted,

well, he did work under Gadhavi after all.

I'll just say he intentionally stirred up trouble.

And even if he betrays me and gives them the cat,

all I have to do is–

You wanted to turn the hourglass and terminate the competition, didn't you?

How did you...

Please do not underestimate us, Your Majesty.

A king's command is absolute.

A good servant must strive to the utmost for his master.

However.

I've chosen to serve the wrong master.

Jaswant, don't make the same mistakes.

I, too, want to loyally serve my master with honor.

What is Narsus planning?

Whatever his plan, we have time to search the palace once more.

But this palace is seriously way too big.

No, the Djinns are telling me

that the cat is about to be released.

Really?

This is all I can do.

Anyway, let us quickly go search for it.

Sure.

Why?

We're almost out of time.

Don't give up, Elam.

How?

It should be around this area.

What would even be around here?

Like this...

I'll have that newly-crowned king shocked.

He's still resenting what happened, after all.

His Highness Arslan would not lose in a trivial battle such as this.

Call out.

Please, call out already.

Or there won't be enough time.

Please.

Call out, damn it.

Anyway let's keep looking. This way.

Nyaa~

Found you!

The tiger has escaped!

Daryun.

A tiger is a kind of cat.

Are you Rajendra's cat?

If you're a cat, then stop fighting and allow me to seize you!

Rajendra's cat: defeated and retrieved.

Daryun.

What in the– he caught a tiger with his bare hands?

If this is your "cat,"

then, King Rajendra, you are rather mean-spirited.

I've never said that! In what way is that a cat?

It's even wearing a collar. Which cat do you mean, if not this one?

I'm talking about the cat that jumped out just as the performances started, the one that dirtied the clothes.

That's right.

Isn't this cat precisely the one that playfully leapt onto you and dirtied up your clothes?

H-How dare you.

The culprit that broke the hourglass is also this cat, isn't it?

Who would believe such excuses?

Shen Senani! Shen Senani!

Tiger general! Tiger general!

I feel like I've been defeated.

Daryun, are you hurt?

Merely scratched.

A living legend, as always.

Your Highness, victory is ours.

We can wish for whatever we want.

That's right.

King Rajendra,

here, I would like to propose once more

that Sindhura and Pars can establish an era of peace and equality.

This is your wish?

I'd like to make it clear again how much I treasure the friendship our people have with Sindhura.

Prince Arslan...

Your Highness.

I knew it would turn out this way.

What an innocent prince.

It's the kind of wish that His Highness would ask for.

Then please allow me to realize this wish of yours!

Anyway, Prince Arslan and I are already like brothers.

Our friendship shall never be obliterated.

Prince Arslan, you're my boon companion. Basically my soulmate!

What's he up to? He sure has no shame.

It's rare that we share the same opinion. I feel the same.

What a joyful night this has been.

King Rajendra is sure to build a happy country.

Your Highness Arslan.

I cannot thank you enough.

Thank you for being merciful and preventing my master from making a fool of himself.

I don't wish to cause hostilities over a small matter like that.

Your Highness Arslan,

what makes a wise king?

Right now, I'm still trying to figure that out.

But when my friends and companions are distressed,

having the strength to share their worries and walk alongside them—that's the kind of king I wish to become.

Prince Arslan!

You're taking a breather out here?

The next performance is about to start.

Please come in and enjoy.

Sure, I'm coming.

Let us go.

I'll follow in a moment.

Is that so?

A king who walks alongside, huh.

I must consider carefully

the master I choose to serve.

Even before the joy from the banquet has dissipated,

Rajendra attacks Pars' troops, which are on their way back to their home country.

However,

he's once again beaten by Narsus' strategies

and stages a drama that everyone is already tired of.

Arslan's future still has many obstacles awaiting him.

In the time when he finally overcomes his trials,

his title, King of Liberation, will be engraved in history.

And so the boy will become king.