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Chapter 2: Masked Orche
Box 1: An object with dazzlingly beautiful craftsmanship… / A small life is born from that perfect beauty.
Box 2: No, possibly…
It may be more accurate to call it a small demon…
We call that existence “Il”.
Box 4: What’s more, the objects that the “Il” hide in are of unthinkable value. / That means there are hunters who determinedly seek these objects.
Box 5: These are the people known as “Syste Behard”.
Man: Hey! Wake up! Hurry!
March: [SFX] yawn
Man: We’ll be coming to the end of the tunnel soon, put that mask on now!
March: Why do I have to wear a mask all of a sudden…?
Man: Don’t ask unnecessary questions. When you walk through this town at night / you must wear a mask. // You’ve got to!
March: So this is Longbell, the town that’s famous for its mask festival. / It’s amazing.
Man: Unfortunately, you can no longer see the mask festival in this town.
Man: Just look over there.
March: Everyone’s wearing masks…
March: Oh…is she dead?
Man: That’s the work of Masked Orche.
March: Masked Orche?
Man: The dancer of fear…he’s a demon.
Man: He carries away those who walk through the town at night without a mask / and they dance together, soaring into the sky. // He finally drops them onto the ground, killing them. / He’s already killed a lot of people.
Man: It’s a terrible story. / I don’t want to be in this town any longer.
Man: This is the address you’re looking for.
March: Thanks, old man.
Man: I don’t know what you came to this town for, but be careful. / You mustn’t take off your mask.
Zen: Are you March, the “Il” hunter?
March: Ah! // You’re… // the mask maker Zen?
Zen: Umm, March…I’m sorry to ask this as we’ve only just met… / Bring your head a little closer…
March: Like this…?
Zen: My name is Zen. // I’m Zen, the mask maker who came to greet you earlier.
March: The one who wrote to me // was you.
March: It must have been quite expensive to summon a “Syste Behard”. // You’ve done too much.
Zen: That’s right. I used all the money I earned from making masks to summon you. / But I’m glad I was able to meet the fortune teller who told me of your existence… // The money… / I’ll earn it back…
Zen: That’s right…I’ll earn it again…
March: Putting that aside…
March: What on earth are these ropes? // Damn it… // Uh… // You don’t do that when you summon someone… // Uh…my head hurts…
Zen: I think what I did was wrong, but... // There were a few things I wanted to confirm first, so I tied you up. I'm sorry.
Zen: Among the Syste Behard, there are hunters that can separate the “Il” from a human. / That’s what I heard from the fortune teller. // The “Il” hunter called “March”, that’s you… / Isn’t that right?
Zen: Unlike the townspeople, I know about the existence of “Il”. // My family have been mask makers for generations. / Both my parents became ill and passed away, so I’m alone…
Zen: My father often spoke about the “Il”. // Sometimes strange things are born from well crafted antiques. // They’re like phantoms, they lead people astray… / Of course, I didn’t listen to such nonsense.
Zen: Until I saw Orche suffering // with my own eyes…
March: I knew it…what this town fears is… / the masked “Il”.
Zen: That’s right. / His name is “Orche”. // It might be more correct to call him “Masked Orche”. // It all started 3 months ago… // When that happened…
Orche: Hey, Zen! // Sorry I made you wait.
Zen: Ah…good morning, Orche. // It’s okay, I just got here.
Orche: Have you got the mask you promised to bring?! The one you’re entering in the contest tomorrow. / It’ll probably be a contest between just us two! // Just waiting is a waste of time, right?! Let’s settle things now! / I’m confident about winning this time! Hehe!
Orche: This time I’ve especially made two of the same mask. // I’ll give one to you! It’s an honour, right? // Anyway, have a look!
Orche: Its name is // the Knight of the Sea! King Crab!
Orche: It’s cool, right? The focal point is the legs, they move!
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Orche: How about it? You’re impressed, right? // Look, I’ll sign the back especially for you!
Zen: Thank you…
Orche: Ah…before that, show me yours!
Zen: Ah… // That…
Orche: Ahaha…I know I’m no match for you… // Zen, you’re amazing…even if someone like me tries hard their whole life // they’ll never be able to make a mask like that…
Orche: Ah… / I forgot that I had to meet someone… // I’ve got to hurry…
Zen: Ah… // Orche…wait!
Zen: Ah…!! // O-Orche… // I’m sorry…this is…
Orche: It’s okay, Zen…don’t worry about it… / It’s just a worthless mask anyway.
Text: Okay! I’ll find Zen’s secret…
Orche: What is…this? // It’s just an old workshop… // She made such an amazing mask with these old tools?! // Haha…what am I doing now?
Orche: I’m the worst… // Envying and being suspicious of / a special friend… // I’ll go home… // Zen doesn’t have a secret. // Zen, I’m sorry for coming here without permission.
Il: Hey! // Are you Orche?
Orche: Who are you?!
Il: Look in the box behind you. // I’m the last mask that was made by Zen’s father, the genius mask maker. // I can’t stand being stuck in here! Could you let me out?
Orche: Ah~ I’m hearing strange things. I must be tired… // I’ll hurry home.
Il: Hey, Orche! Aren’t you curious about my true identity? Why Zen is better at making masks than you? // I’ll tell you her secret if you put me on! // That’s right, hurry!
Il: Hurry, put me on! // That’s right, Orche.
Zen: A scream?
Orche: Z-Zen… // Uh…
Il: Zen was always saying…just like your face, your masks are the worst!
Orche: No…! Shut up!
Il: She doesn’t want to know a talentless guy like you!
Orche: Shut up!
Zen: O-Orche…what’s wrong?! // Why are you wearing father’s mask…?
Orche: Don’t touch me!
Il: Alright, well done! Kill that arrogant girl now!
Orche: Ahhh! // Uhhh!
Il: She's the girl who looked down on you! Kill her!
Zen: Orche! // What father said was true… // “Il” really do exist.
Zen: But I don’t understand, March. // Even though I always had father’s mask, why didn’t anything happen? / Why was it Orche and not me?
March: How are “Il” born? Why didn’t anything happen to the owner of the mask? / Even us Syste Behard aren’t sure why.
March: We believe that / “Il” might be an existence born from the desire and passion of a human who creates an object. // So, the original owner lacks the specific quality required to summon the “Il”. / On the other hand, we thought that the various feelings of another person such as desire, despair, sorrow and happiness in a similar quantity might breathe life into the “Il”.
Zen: I see…whatever the reason, there’s just one thing… // Orche…
Zen: Somehow… // Please save Orche…remove the “Il” from Orche. / March…you can do that, right?
March: Zen… // That’s impossible.
Zen: W-Why?! // You’re a Syste Behard that can separate an “Il” from a human, aren’t you?
March: Orche has already killed many people. / The instant that the “Il” took someone’s life, Orche became one with it. // He’s no longer human. He’s just a murderous demon.
March: Zen… // Orche is already… // dead.
March: I’ve got to destroy the “Il” before there are any more victims. / To save Orche from his suffering… / This is the only way. // So hurry up and untie me…
Zen: S-Sorry…I can’t untie the ropes yet… / I’m going to see Orche now…
Zen: I don’t believe what you said!! // Even if it is true… / There’s something I want to tell Orche!
March: No! Come back, Zen! // Zen! // Damn it…this is bad!
Zen: Orche… // Orche, hurry…
Zen: There’s… / something I always wanted to tell you… // Won’t you dance with me this evening…? // Orche…
Orche: Lady, as much as you like.
March: Orche…he’s shown up! // That’s it! / I’ve got to hurry!
Zen: Orche…do you know why / I always made such beautiful masks? // That’s because…
Zen: If I didn’t do that // I thought you wouldn’t look at me…
Zen: That way was // really all I could think of…
Zen: O-Orche…? It’s me! / Have you come to your senses? // I’m in front of you! Can you see me?
Orche: Zen…I’ll beat you… // Lady, the beautiful melody has ended. / Unfortunately, it is time for us to part. Goodbye…
March: Ah…I made it in time…
Zen: M-March... // Orche… // Orche talked to me… / I’m sure he’s alive… // Help Orche! March!! / He’s still alive!
March: Orche…or should I say, the masked “Il”… // Won’t you be my partner for one song?
Orche: Listen up, boy. / I’ll… // Anyone who interferes with my dancing / will be killed!!
March: Do what you want!! // By the way, I’m / a hunter on a journey, searching for “Il” like you / the Syste Behard, March! // Go! Wild Rose!
Zen: March, stop! / Don’t kill Orche!
Orche: Ah…that is quite // an amazing technique.
Orche: Spirit Bullet! // Unwelcome guests / will leave!
Orche: I must kill you first. / A knight should not keep a lady waiting. // You ruined my dance party // and brought a troublesome guest. / You’ll pay with your life.
Orche: Ah! / One more thing… // Do you love me?
Zen: I love… / Orche…
Zen: You’re not… / Orche… // The Orche I know doesn’t like dancing! // He doesn’t speak in such a disgusting way like you do! / And…
Zen: He wouldn’t // point a gun at me!
Orche: Uh…let go! // I hit your chest…why aren’t you dead?! // Uhh… // How unpleasant! What did you do?
March: Wild Rose Chain Blade!
Zen: The mask Orche made… // I always kept it close to my heart.
Zen: Orche’s mask… // The one I stepped on… // That’s what saved me from the “Il”. // Thank you, March.
Zen: You saved Orche from his suffering…
Orche: How about it? You’re impressed, right? // Look, I’ll sign the back especially for you!
Zen: Hmm? // There are words on the back…? / Did Orche write them? // Zen… // At the festival…
Zen: Will you…dance with me? // Ah… // Ah… // Orche…
Box 1: You mustn’t listen to the sweet whispers of the “Il”.
Box 2: You must never touch unfamiliar objects. / That’s because the “Il” know all your desires.