Le Chevalier D'Eon (シュヴァリエ 〜Le Chevalier D'Eon〜)

In the beginning was the Word...

It was the time of Louis XV's reign.

Versailles shined with glory,

and along with the mighty flow of the river Seine, Paris was steeped in a beautiful yet horrifying chaos.

The flow of time changes everything, and all that is left are words.

Thus I, d'Eon de Beaumont, will now tell a story.

Of my comrades and I, who believed in the spirit of France.

Of all of the events that ended an age.

And, of the corpse of a woman, that washed ashore in Paris.

Her name was Lia de Beaumont, my older sister.

That was the beginning of everything.

A surveillance report for His Highness.

The brilliant gardens of Versailles. But I remember a different view:

that of a dark procession, that told of death.

D'Eon!

Welcome to the banquet of Versailles.

I only came on business. I'll be leaving soon.

Are you still... in mourning?

So the church commands. And yet I'm not even allowed to offer flowers in her honor.

That's horrible... I can't believe you're forbidden to even soothe your grief.

I, too, am praying for the time when she can ascend to Heaven in the proper way.

Thank you.

Glory to the King who is in God's grace!

Bless him.

His Highness!

Ah, d'Eon de Beaumont. I am looking forward to your work.

I am honored.

How long have you been in His Highness' confidence?

It's nothing like that.

I'm relieved. It's not that you hate the court then, d'Eon.

Lia loved this garden as a French citizen, and as a noble in the court.

Madame de Pompadour! Beautiful as always.

That's Count Saint-Germain next to her. I hear he's her pet alchemist.

If Lia were alive, she would have been like the madame and...

I'd best be on my way.

Wait, d'Eon! What are you doing in Paris? Nobody knows.

An aristocrat ought to serve at Versailles! Why Paris?

There's something I must do. Good-bye.

As Anna said, to serve in Versailles was the honor of an aristocrat.

But on the day I should have attended court for the first time as a knight...

There was something I had to do.

As an individual. As one who swore allegiance to his country.

Blessed be God's name, and God save the King.

You're late, d'Eon.

I had to deliver a report to the palace.

To our king in the grace of God--

Glory to Louis XV!

I heard that a woman has gone missing again.

The fifth one this month.

There's a possibility that a foreign slave trader kidnapped them.

Concentrate the search around cafes that foreigners gather at!

The secret police:

His Highness' eyes and ears, they silently protect the public order of the city.

I prowled Paris at night, searching for those who had laid my sister in a coffin.

I felt as if her soul were ordering me to do so.

Sister...

Get permission from the police for use of their dungeons. Make these men tell us where the crates were headed.

D'Eon?

I've found it at last... It's the same as my sister's!

You're not even helping with the interrogation.

Do you plan on making them talk with the Bible?

"Psalms." It was written on the crate.

We may be able to find a clue without torturing them.

And this symbol that was carved into the forehead of the body?

I don't know...

Mercy won't help you protect anything in this city, d'Eon.

They're talking.

The sender was an affluent Russian man called Boronzov. We've established his address.

But there's a problem; it's near Palais Royale.

Duke Orlean's land! The police aren't permitted entry there.

I will ask Duke Orlean for permission to investigate.

Wait! Who knows what will happen if we tell him we're His Highness' spies!

The suspect is a criminal responsible for the abduction of Parisian citizens! I'm sure Duke Orlean will understand.

All right. D'Eon and I will go tomorrow.

Bernice!

Our duty does not change, whether or not he is of royal blood.

Don't forget! We must protect Paris!

The citizens of Paris are famished! Rise up against the government! Muster the people!

Orators. Criticizing His Highness so openly...

I allow free debate within my gardens, to encourage ideological excellence.

Your Excellency Duke Orlean.

We only spoke out of loyalty to the royal family. Please forgive us, Your Excellency.

I heard something about a Russian kidnapper. Where did you obtain that information?

We interrogated a smuggler, Your Excellency.

Why did they raise your suspicion in the first place?

What was your information source?

There was a woman's voice...

Voice? I heard that the woman in the crate was already dead.

Well...

There were reports from residents that men were transporting goods at odd hours of the night.

Hmm...

Very well. Arrest that Russian and report to me as well.

We are grateful, Your Excellency.

Surprising things happen, don't they, Count Saint-Germain?

What's the matter, d'Eon?

The symbols on the Duke's cane were the same as the symbols carved into the woman's forehead.

Don't make any judgments yet. We need to catch the Russian first.

Let's go.

...and let's oppose the government!

What were the guards doing?!

Calm down and search. There's got to be a clue.

There's a basement!

How horrible...

D'Eon!

Did you find something?

Using blood for ink... Is this man insane?

"How long shall the wicked triumph?"

It's from Psalms in the Bible. It's been copied very carefully...

This man is perfectly sane.

Bernice!

It's a document.

This is...

"Beware of NQM." Seems like it wasn't us they were worried about.

The content is... information on Paris. A list of high ranked government officials.

Might be that revolutionary religious order that's so in vogue these days.

Using promises of eternal youth and gold to deceive the kings of nations and manipulate foreign policy!

Contact all secret agents in Paris. We'll catch this Russian no matter what!

Bernice, there's something I want just you to see.

Information on Russian politics of the Empress and Governors was sent here addressed to me before my sister died.

NQM is on here, too.