May I Ask for One Final Thing? (最後にひとつだけお願いしてもよろしいでしょうか)

I thank you again for inviting me this evening,

Lord Zatharin.

Y-Yes, ma'am...

See that you wear this.

I hope we're both able to make favorable purchases.

Though it will be the final time.

Leo.

If Vankish's Redsky Dragoons really are involved in this,

it's all the more reason to approve Scarlet's undercover presence.

The auction is close.

We can probably get about ten of our CIO agents into the auction.

Naturally, they will be forced to surrender their arms within the auction venue.

Those we send in will be skilled combatants,

but only if they're armed.

Even if they use magic, they will likely struggle to take Godwin into custody.

But your sister will remain fully capable, even without weapons.

And if she can lay out everyone behind the slave auctions, including Godwin...

her latest bloody nickname will likely be...

The Kingdom's Iron-Fisted Savior.

MAY I GO TO SEE MY FISTS' BELOVED ONE (PUNCHING BAG)?

The palace knights are in place.

Lord Leonardo.

Well done.

When Prince Julius gives the signal, we'll enter.

Sir!

Everything's ready.

Now, if my sister can just hold to her word...

I'll allow you to go in, but please avoid unnecessary fisticuffs.

All right?

Of course.

Thank you for your kindness, Brother.

It's no use. My stomach hurts!

Maybe I should have called it off.

Please be good, Scarlet!

What kind of slave are you in search of today?

I've heard there will be an avian auctioned off.

I had so hoped to see one!

I'm going to look for an elf to give my nephew.

I want to run a show where combat slaves fight for the crowd's amusement!

But the crown jewel of the auction is no doubt the beastkin—

I beg your pardon.

Of course.

That voice sounded familiar.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I thank you for your patience!

The auction will now commence!

Yes! I'm going to get that slave I had my eye on!

I dipped into taxpayer money for this!

Everyone here seems so well prepared!

I fear that the money I brought won't be enough.

Oh, please.

I heard you seduced Palmian priests and took them for quite a tidy sum!

Now, let us introduce our first item!

Behold, a rare one-winged avian!

Fifty gold!

Sixty-five!

One hundred gold!

Do we have any other bids?

Hey.

As there are no more bids, sold for 100 gold!

Aren't you the mission commander? What are you doing here?

I came to check on you.

Did you find Godwin?

Not yet.

Though I have a few ideas of where he might be.

Now, our next item for bid!

The palace knights are ready and waiting for my signal.

We'll start the bidding at thirty gold!

If you don't hurry, they'll take your target away.

- Forty! - Prince Julius.

- Sixty! - I propose a trade.

- I propose a trade. - Seventy!

I intend to thoroughly clobber Minister Godwin,

so could you please tell the knights to hold off a while longer?

Nothing would delight me more.

Watching you punch that fool is the reason I joined the undercover team.

Yes, I had a feeling.

Now, if I were to do as you ask...

what would you give me in exchange?

I shall vow unwavering loyalty to the crown and kingdom for the rest of my life.

No. Not to the crown.

Vow your loyalty to me.

I'm sure it will come to the same thing, in time.

You are next in line for the throne.

I can't wait. Swear it now.

That is my condition.

Then... Yes, I swear.

Can I trust you on that?

That's not fair. You've practically coerced me.

That's nothing new, is it?

This black-hearted prince.

We'll start the bidding at twenty!

Thirty!

So, where is Godwin?

Up there, overlooking the hall.

Then it's time for the show...

A once-in-a-lifetime pummeling spectacle by Scarlet El Vandimion.

You're free to be in the audience,

though I may go off-script and slug a certain golden-haired lord as well,

so I would advise caution.

Now, I'm coming to see you...

The one my fists have longed for...

Their beloved punching bag.

Mama! Please don't go!

Chill out, kid.

Mama!

Don't struggle. There's no point.

Saint Diana. Please save us, Saint Diana!

Shut the hell up.

The saint doesn't give a damn about the prayers of slaves.

Don't worry. You and your mom will both be safe.

Counting on you, Scarlet!

You made sure to put the innocent soldiers to sleep.

Your control is excellent.

Your compliments fail to please me when you beat me out for first place on our magic exam.

You still haven't gotten over that?

Who the hell're you?

Appetizers before the main dish...

Let's make a party of it!

Now, ladies and gentlemen!

During this intermission, please enjoy...

Raldolth's Fifth Symphony, "Dance of the Roses"!

What's going on?

At last we meet...

my dear punching bag.

Scarlet El Vandimion?!

Y-You...

How dare you show your face before me!

It's a pleasure to see you this evening, Lord Heine.

Has your convalescence gone well?

The impudence!

Father, I'll handle this!

Lightning, descend from heaven and strike down my enemy!

With royal authority, I issue this decree:

That spell is not permitted.

My spell didn't activate?!

Th-That ring...

The Royal Seal, which can cancel spells cast by anyone in the kingdom?!

The fact that you can use it means...

Is it possible... are you...

Prince Julius?!

N-No! There's no way Prince Julius could be here!

I-Indeed! If that's him, we're ruined!

You can't fool us, you impostor!

Th-They're right!

Call him, then!

My!

Is that you, Donovan?

Go, Donovan!

Kill both Scarlet and the impostor prince!

You're late.

I was wondering where my bodyguard got off to...

Sigurd.

You're the one who lost me so you could go off on your own.

So you're the meat sack I bumped into earlier.

"Meat sack"?

It never ends!

Everyone, get him!

Get away, both of you!

Wh-What are you doing, Lady Scarlet?

Lord Sigurd.

Those are my meat sacks. Not for you.

I permit you to fight only that lycanthrope. Is that clear?

The corrupt nobles are for me alone.

Have I made myself clear?

No objections!

Next, Tibonne's Third Symphony,