Peter Grill and the Philosopher's Time (ピーター・グリルと賢者の時間)

Wh-what’s going on?!

An earthquake?!

Is that a–

C-cicada-mole!

Impossible!

They’re not extinct...?!

I-it’s enormous!

And it’s got two heads!

Look out! It’s a cicada-mole!

They’re back!

P-Peter-kun!

We need you...

Where are you?!

The cicada-mole...

It’s headed for the crystal statue!

Oh crap, the Guildmaster’s sitting right next to it!

Father!

Take cover somewhere safe. I’ve got this!

Settle down, Luvellia. You needn’t trouble yourself.

But–

He’s absolutely right.

You needn’t lift a finger.

Now be a good girl and listen to your father.

Follow my lead, Mimi!

Roger that, Sis!

Gigan-style Secret Art: Double Blue Sky Axe Slash!

What?!

It’s too strong!

Step aside, you ham-fisted brutes!

And witness the power of ancient Elvish magic...

...in all...

...its forbidden glory!

Did they get it?!

It’s still alive!

Goodman, go and fetch my sword.

B-but sir...!

U-um...

Hey, everyone! Look up there!

Peter-kun!

You bastard!

Misslim?!

I’ll explain everything later.

In the meantime, let me handle the cicada-mole!

This thing’s got an armored shell.

It’s virtually indestructible, a lot like Orichalcum.

BUT...!

A weapon MADE of Orichalcum...

...oughta slice through it like butter!

Peter Grill! Peter Grill! Peter Grill!

Peter Grill!

Peter-kun!

Luvellia-senpai...

Peter Grill...

In spite of these unforeseen circumstances,

your actions today were nothing short of dutiful and righteous.

Thank you, sir!

However...

Can you please explain why our prized sword,

passed down through the Guild for generations,

has mysteriously changed shape?

I can’t tell him it had to be turned into an axe if we were going to fix it in time!

Improvise!

With all due respect...

I took a tour of the village prior to today’s ceremony,

and I came to the conclusion that we ought to reevaluate our current relationship with the Dwarves.

Peter-kun feels the same way I do...?

Therefore, in an effort to rectify the unequal terms of the alliance, I deliberately–

Yes, deliberately!

–commissioned Lady Misslim, one of the Dwarves’ most talented blacksmiths,

to redesign the sacred sword!

Look!

You saw the strength of its blade with your very own eyes.

This town is home to a whole slew of blacksmiths

who possess the knowledge and expertise needed to forge Orichalcum.

So I say we put an end to this unfair agreement!

The Guild’s forces should stand ready to defend the Dwarves,

and the Dwarves should use their smithing skills to craft weapons for the Guild.

I say we form a mutually beneficial alliance that satisfies everyone!

That makes sense!

If the strongest man in the world says so, who am I to disagree?!

Misslim!

You forged a weapon? YOU?

To help save the village?!

W-well, um... I guess so...

I can hardly believe it!

Dad, you’re embarrassing me...

Father, let’s make this a productive conversation...