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I see.

So the reason has been questioned.

Sian.

Bye Bye, Earth

You remember my name?

Gaff told me.

I see.

Who kept my sword alive?

A guy named Cloud. He said someone
asked him to when he picked it up.

It healed in no time.

He thinks it's imbued with a fundamentally
different form of will than other swords.

I'm proud of you, Belle.

You brought aufheben to god and the people.

Aufheben
Sublation

That only leaves asking
the key of journeys why you're here.

I don't get it.

What's "aufheben"?

If you taught me, I've forgotten.

Listen, Belle.

Buds vanish when flowers bloom.

Flowers vanish when fruit ripens.

But no fruit can grow without flowers.

So flowers are always blooming,
just as buds are needed.

They all form one path,
trodden again and again.

Aufheben means the endless
tread of moonwork like that.

Moonwork
To Do as the Moon

It's like chasing homesickness everlasting.

That is the reason your
sword's spell expresses.

You already know it.

You've been free of my yoke
as your Enola for a long time now.

I know that!

You're a ghost.

I cut you down ages ago.

But... But still!

Seeing you like this doesn't seem so bad.

Forgetting everything and meeting again
for the first time can be nice, you know?

I see.

In that case, why not go
on a journey together?

You are my hope.

I make solitude my duty.

So to me, true hope means
knowing I'm not alone,

even in the midst of the
riddle of my own existence.

Aim to become neither a nomad nor a soldier
of Insatiable Emptiness, but also both.

Someone who fights to exist in this world.

That's what I wish for.

I look forward to running
into you again on your journey.

Bye-bye, Sian.

Has he set out already?

Yup.

Then it's your turn next, Belle.

Thanks.

But there's something I've
got to see through first.

Aren't you...?

Sandy Collins.

Adonis's brother.

I now serve as high priest of Aion
in my father's place.

The swords of Tixe and Ecnes?

Tixe Escape - Ecnes Sympathy

What are we here to see?

A secret magical ritual to resurrect
a sword. Call it Examination.

Examination
The Magic of Testing

What?!

Don't you know what that will do?!

Please, do not disturb yourselves.

This is a rite of the other god,
which we Collinses defend.

What "other god"?

Gwyn!

What are you plotting?

Good question.

I'm not clear on that myself.

You're impossible.

It's starting.

This is what I wanted to show you, Belle.

Here and now,
we have revealed our secret rite!

I don't believe it.

Ecnetsixe is the name for all that is.

Ecnetsixe
All That Is

This name contains the god machine's
feelings for the reason it existed.

The feelings of Deus Ex Machina,
which gained a mind without a body,

and which, to become a god
and rule the people,

had no choice but to forbid itself
from growing into a person.

Mechanical gods don't die.

Their existences just end,
and they fade away like they never were.

Nidhoggs, god's desire to possess
the bodies of others and gain physical form,

eventually become raven blossoms.

Raven Blossoms
Avian Messengers of Death

So the ravens pass on the will of the
fallen in announcing their deaths

because they were originally
born from the divine tree?

Once, when god's feelings regarding its
purpose gave rise to self-contradictions,

those feelings escaped—similar to root
division—and grew in the Katakombe.

And that's how a god who allows its
subjects to deal with death arose here.

But the divine tree rejected
the budding will of personhood

and launched repeated, hate-filled
assaults on the Katakombe.

This tree filled with sympathy
for escape from that,

and became soaked in sympathy
for its own existence in turn.

What do you plan to do with this tree?

Cut it down.

Then we will raise swords
from the seedbed of its stump

and divide this spell between two of them.

The roots will sprout into ravens.

Raven Sprouts

We will burn the rest,
refining it into sacred ashes

Sacred Ashes

to resurrect the swords
when they break again.

That is the secret law of the Katakombe
and the way of the other god.

Belle Lablac.

Could I ask you to cut down this tree?

Me?!

You. Your sword freed the
passion of the castle's god.

So you'll let me try my sword on this tree?

It'd be my pleasure.

Belle Lablac!

The beastly beauty!

Not even god's safe from her blade!

Durchbohren Sie die Welt.

Talk about a payoff.

I could cut it!

The key to journeys lies in the obsidian
shadow of the heart of order!

That's what "the black hour
in the black direction" means!

We need to claim it for ourselves!

The key will play a vital role
in our struggle.

We must fight to sublate Topdogs and
Underdogs while defending the Katakombe.

Your sword, and no one else's,
triggered the paradise shift.

That gives me great hope.

Thanks.

You always cause creation
in the midst of destruction.

What will your sword trigger
in the key of journeys?

Your words give me hope, Gwyn.

Knowing my sword can create something
in the middle of destruction

instills me with courage.

We won't leave you alone. I promise.

I'll swing my sword to try myself.

Anytime, anywhere.

Belle!

Belle Lablac!

Get out here!

You guys!

What's this?

I figured you'd need it on your journey.

I looked at every one we had and picked
the one I thought you'd like best.

How'd I do?

I can keep it?!

This is from me.

Bennett... Did you make this?

Does it please you?

Yeah.

Travel safe, Belle.

Well then, last but not least...

For you, Belle.

Is that...

Our secret vestments.

Adonis should have worn these.

There are worse things to journey
forth in. We hope you agree.

I really lived in this land.

Thank you.

I could not spy out the key.

Can you?

Who knows? But I guess I'll try.

Belle, it seems to me that you have another
choice when it comes to the key.

Seal it away?

Your comrades desire the key as a symbol
of their fight against the land

and as an escape route from order.

If the key cannot be destroyed,

I deem leaving it locked away
forever the wisest course.

I only ever do things one way.

If there's a will hidden in something,
I set it free.

The black hour, the black direction...

Will your sword solve that riddle?

So this is the key to journeys?

It reminds me of the Army's shadows.

I bet the key to journeys
and the Army's hunger were both

born from this divine tree's shadow.

I'm being tried.

So nomads and the Army come
from the same place, huh?

What did I just cut?!

Be.

It's singing.

Homesickness...

I'm alive and standing here.

What in the world?

The key to journeys has
entered our shadows!

Behold a new kind of nomad!

People who hear the melody of the
keys inside their own shadows

can become new nomads now.

I managed to cut it.

Are you hearing this, Gwyn?

You and Gaff just lost your reason to fight.

The key's in all your shadows now!

It's as if we've all become wilderness-bound
nomads this very moment.

The rite of the ordeal is complete.
Well done.

Thanks.

Allow me to see you off as king,
and as a solist.

Until you play Schwert Musik
on this land's stage again...

Farewell, Belle.

Bye-bye, Gaff.

You revealed this butterfly garden
as a gift to us, didn't you?

All I did was swing a sword.

You put your life on the line,
singing a question to god.

Ever thought that maybe
this is your answer?

When I look at these butterflies,

I get the feeling that I
understand how I've changed.

Every time I think I figure out who I am,

another answer shows up in the distance.

It seriously never ends.

Do you go on fighting like that
for the world's sake?

To help all people everywhere prove
for themselves who they are?

Carry the weight of the world? No thanks.

I just want to be a person.

I want to be in the world, one among many.

My name is Belle.

I'm no one else.

And yet I still want to swing my
sword and ask the world...

Who am I?

How can I be free?

Why do I feel homesick?

As long as someone sees some
value in me and what I do,

that's good enough for me.

I think that's wonderful.

Belle, I've made up my mind.

I'd like to become a witch.

A witch?

I was the last Nidhogg
and sang to question god's love.

So I'll go on singing as a
witch, not a priestess.

Until the people tell me
they no longer need magic.

Go for it!

You're the best, Sherry.

I'd love to hear you.

Thank you, Belle.

Truly...

Sherry?

I promised myself I wouldn't cry.

It makes it hard to see your face.

You're leaving, aren't you?

Yeah.

To become a nomad.

Please come home.
Here, to this land where I am.

And listen to me sing again.

I'll be back someday.

I'll come here to hear you sing.

So we can swap stories about our journeys.

Goodbye, Belle.

Bye-bye, Sherry.

I swear, what a reason...

I'd like to leave through this gate.

Would you open it for me?

Do you have everything you need?

Including a good reason to pass this way?

You bet.

Your look says it all.

Wait just a moment.

Hey, Kitty.

Want to tag along?

Push! Push!

Bye-bye, Kitty.

Open the gate!

What is this place?

The Borderlands.

A world on the boundary line,

created when the wards of two
lands' gods came in contact.

Stop!

Don't go!

And don't turn back!

What the...?

Don't cross boundaries!

Don't step over!

Those felled by the ward's pressure
leave shadows of thought.

They seek to consume those who
attempt to journey across the border.

Good to know!

Get lost, ghosts!

I'm too alive, and too present,
to be eaten by you!

Final Movement
Nomad: Now Here