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Earthquake!
Run!
The mine's collapsing!
Run!
It's collapsing!
Run! It's collapsing!
Run! It's collapsing!
Run!
Witch!
You're a witch!
Die, you filthy witch!
Die!
She's just a young girl.
Who would've thought...
Burn her to death!
Damn the witch!
His Highness is truly busy!
He doesn't even have time to render a verdict.
Carter, do you think
His Highness will get out of bed this time?
Well, our Border Town is remote and sparsely populated,
and with a witch causing trouble,
His Highness probably doesn't want to stay long.
We should hurry back to Graycastle.
Tyre.
Lord Barov.
Where is His Highness?
His Highness... is still asleep.
Your Highness.
Your Highness.
Y-Your Highness.
Your Highness, it's time.
Your Highness.
Your Highness.
Your Highness, wake up! Wake up!
Your Highness.
Your Highness.
Where am I—
It's time for the witch's execution.
Everyone is waiting for your verdict.
Verdict?
What verdict?
Am I dreaming?
Your Highness.
This... This feels so real!
Your Highness.
You...
You...
Your Highness.
Are you all right?
Barov.
Your name is Barov.
Yes, Your Highness.
Yes, it's me, your servant Barov.
Your Highness, it's time for the execution.
Let's go out.
Let's observe the situation for now.
Your Highness, what's wrong?
Your Highness, let's go now.
What on earth have I been through?
His Highness the Prince is coming out!
Prince!
Silence!
Hang her! Hang her!
W-Witch?
Your Highness, please give your verdict quickly.
Is she... the witch you're talking about?
Yes, Your Highness.
Witch hunts...
No... this is too absurd.
I'm tired. Postpone the verdict. Everyone is dismissed for today.
Your Highness.
Your Highness, this is not a joke.
Once a witch is identified, she should be executed immediately.
Otherwise, it will attract other witches.
Carter... Lannis.
Yes, Your Highness.
My... Chief Knight.
Yes.
You're not afraid, right?
Isn't it better for a few more witches to come so we can catch them all at once?
But...
Your Highness, why not hang the witch?
An unreliable prince.
An insignificant territory.
An uncivilized society.
A dark and ignorant era.
A sudden battle for the throne.
What can I possibly do... in this chaotic world?
Since I'm here, I'll make the best of it.
From this day on,
I am Roland Wimbledon.
Good morning, Your Highness.
Your Highness, you summoned me?
Barov, have a seat.
Thank you.
Your Highness, why didn't you order the execution yesterday?
This matter is of grave importance. It cannot be delayed.
Oh? Why is that?
Guards reported sightings of suspected witches in the western forest.
They found this there.
The Insignia of the Sacred Mountain and Magic Eye.
It's the emblem of the Witch Cooperation Association.
The Witch Cooperation Association? What's that?
An organization of witches.
Before it was formed, witches acted alone.
But the Association is different.
It wants to unite all witches
to search for the so-called Holy Mountain.
You said... the Holy Mountain?
Rumor has it that they can only find eternal peace by going to the Holy Mountain.
For this purpose, the Association even actively lures others into becoming witches.
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