Most probably the title will be "Checkmate of the golden witch"... At least, that was what was written in the Tea Party of EP5... But you don't see this title anywhere, so it probably just means that it has not yet been confirmed... Or there is a chance that EP6 is going to be nameless... But I doubt it. ^^
Oh wow, I'm really happy they went with the cape idea. I bet all those Pixiv artists are pretty excited. No justice suit, but it still looks awesome. Now all he needs is a pimp stick.
Spoiler for Episode 6 box art:
Looking forward to some of the characters backstories.
I just can't wait for it!!!!
Also the Battler portrait looks awesome.
Oh noes- the voiceless Beatrice looks evil D: Anybody suspect a twist because of that?
Neko123 said: I just can't wait for it!!!!
Also the Battler portrait looks awesome.
Oh noes- the voiceless Beatrice looks evil D: Anybody suspect a twist because of that?
EP6 ???? translated. Brace for epic showdown in EP7
"...... Where is... Lambda... ?"
Just be saying that, it felt like I was admitting defeat... That rankled in me. Even though she was always there making noises and latching onto me when I didn't want her to... When I finally call her name, she doesn't answer...
Is she making fun of me? Where... is this?
Feeling that watching an ending I could already foresee happening was stupid. I left the great hall. Maybe I could find a cool terrace to spend the time while waiting for that farce in the great hall to end.
"Well, it's true that I kept on going in the direction where there were no people... But for there not to be a single soul here is too much..."
Am I, the great Bernkastel... lost?
As if this sort of miracle could ever happen.
Yes... There exists no miracle in this world. For a miracle to occur there must be a "time that will never arrive" that is almost equivalent to an endless time. So for something like a miracle to happen in this place which has no such time... That is not a miracle, but someone's plan. In other words, I've been sucked into someone's plan now, made to walk this weird corridor...
A cat. It sounded like a cat. But there can't be a miracle of a cat in this sort of place...
This sort of miracle is "not allowed". If it's not a miracle, then it is a sign... to lead me in that direction.
Fine... It might be a new happening that will ease my boredom. If this turns out to be one of Lambda's new games... I'll make her use her tongue to cover her whole body with honey as a reward and stick parasols in her eyes
so that she won't do it again.
The corridor is dark, but there is a presence. Two emerald green eyes. Probably those of a cat. A black cat.
"Are you the one who called me? Or are you someone's messenger?"
Looking down at my feet, I could see bright red cat footprints leading to the cat eyes. An eerie footprint... as
if it had stepped in some blood.
As my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, it looked as if the footprints floated slightly in the dark. Not that it was glowing, but it served its purpose as a sign that I should follow it. As if asking me to follow, the cat turned and looked at me then walked off into the darkness.
What is this? This mysterious feeling. This feeling that I haven't felt in a long time, ever since I assumed the name of the cruelest witch in the world. Waht this feeling is... Somehow, I can't really remember. But... for me, who is tired of boredom... This must be interesting.
Walking down that dark corridor, I followed the cat. Forward... Turning... Sometimes going down stairs... And, I'm not sure because it was dark... I entered through a gap of a door.
"...... This is?"
I couldn't hear the cat footsteps, but the bloody footprints continued. In the distance, a white spotlight of light... The cat from before... was eating something frmo a bowl. I see... So that's your reward for bringing me here.
"Cat... I know I'm bothering your dinner... but why don't you get your owner to come... It couldn't be... You can't be the one who asked me to come here, right?"
It didn't even turn to look at me. Well, it's just a beast. Maybe if I kick it, it'll run to its owner...
[kicking sound]
"Hmm."
After kicking the cat, it flew against the wall like a stuffed animal and stayed there before disappearing into the darkness.
What's with this cat? An illusion?
"Tsk."
When I looked down at the bowl, it was blood covered raw meat.
"What is this... This bad taste treatment."
"Kicking it... was not a nice thing to do."
When I heard that voice, all my hair stood on end. Then, the surroundings began to brighten. But before the lights turned on, Bernkastel already knew where this was.
AuAu: It is, you know... That cat.
Bern: ......
AuAu: A cat that eats flesh... A cat who's learnt how to choose paths... It's been a while.
Bern: If you didn't make me learn it... It is a path I wouldn't have chosen. You monster who taught me the taste of flesh... So you've revived... Featherine Auaurora.
AuAu: Augustus Aurora... How many times have I told you, yet you never learn. That's fine. That too is nostalgic... I heard a lot of rumours about you: how you've taken the name of the witch of miracles, Bernkastel, and how you've been playing with kakera in unpraiseworthy ways.
Bern: I was only doing things you would... But in the end, I am no match for you. If what I did was unpraiseworthy... You've done things a hundred times worse.
Bernkastel sat in an antique chair in a manner that showed she was purposely doing things her own way.
AuAu: What are you afraid of? I am merely enjoying meeting with my longest serving miko again... Were you so bothered by the cat familiar just now?
Bern's actions looked as if they were relaxed, but to that Featherine, she seemed to be saying "don't be afraid". And from that expression on Bern's face... It seems Featherine had hit the nail on the head.
Bern: There's only so much insinuation I can take... A cat who eats blood-covered flesh and walks around leaving a trail of blood?
AuAu: ...... Don't be afraid... Look closely... Where is this cat whose dropping its face in bloody flesh? All there is is a plate of biscuits given to it as a reward for bringing you here.
Bern: ...... And as if it was a mirage... There was the plate full of cute biscuits.
Bern: Tcht.
Bern didn't bother to hide her displeased expression. Featherine shrugged her shoulders as she muttered,"You just never change, do you child?"
Bern: As usual, you're such an unpleasant person... But now I'm quite satisfied... Mimcking what you've done... was not really boring.
AuAu: Go ahead and tell me off as you like, like when we parted. That was the present I gave you.
Bern: That you like a bad-mouthed miko because it's not boring? Tcht... How stupid. If that makes you so happy,
I'd rather stuff up my mouth... So, why did you call me here?
AuAu: Beatrice's game seems to have ended with Battler's victory. I've been watching... It's been very interesting.
Bern: ... You must have been interested in watching my clumsy role, haven't you?
AuAu: Oh no, it was a good performance. Even Beato must be thanking you.
Bern: ... Hmm... And? If you're here to ask me to recite Beato's game, I refuse... I am no longer your miko.
AuAu: I've watched all of Beato's games, Lambda's game, Battler's game... All of them have entertained me very much. I even have my own answers to all the mysteries... Culprit, motive, each trick... The riddle I haven't completely solved, but I have a deduction that I believe will be solved once I visit Rokkenjima.
Bern: And?
AuAu: Of course, as long as there isn't a single truth, my deduction is but one of many allowed possibilities.
But that is within the scope of possibilities. It's just a matter of elimination.
Bern: What? You want me to debate Beato's game with you?
AuAu: No. Child, what I want you to do is reconcile the answers.
At Featherine's words, Bern had a slight reaction. But that slight reaction did not escape the notice of her former mistress.
AuAu: As an actor in a play, you've been through many different stories. Through that process, you've come to realize various truths, haven't you? However, there still remains some riddles that Beato created that even you do not know the answers to. Is that not so?
Bern: ...... I see... You want me to take up the role of biting into the innards and dragging them out, don't you?
AuAu: At the end of the play, reading a pamphlet and understanding the backstage happenings of the play, is as you say, like having tea after a meal. It's luxurious, but something that cannot be missed out.
Bern: When it is alive, you play with it and cherish it... Once it dies, you eat up its flesh to fill up your stomach... For you, a cat has double uses, doesn't it? Go die, you monster.
AuAu: I want to reconcile the answers... And don't you want to know?
Bern: ......
AuAu: Just think of it as if it's burying Beato's bones and I'm asking you to carry out that funeral rite. What about that, my child?
Bern: ... That's a way of requesting that more befits my tastes.
With a click of Featherine's fingers, a spotlight falls on the pile of books spread on the table.
And there... was a folded game board of Beato's game.
And there... was a stack of folded game boards of Beato's game. With
With a twirl of her finger, the witch of observation opened one of the game boards. On it, the black and white pieces slipped into their positions.
AuAu: The game board and the pieces are all here.
With a flurry of flapping, the book flipped from the first page to the last, closed itself and then flew to the side of the game board. There were all the movements of the previous games... All recorded.
Bern: ... I see... All that's missing is the player and the reciter.
AuAu: The tea is not enough. The dried peaches are also not enough, but those will be prepared.
Bern: ...... All right... If you'll add in some daifuku, I'll start...
AuAu: The discussion is complete.
Bern: I have one condition.
AuAu: Hohhh, and that is... ?
Bern: I am the reciter, you know... I have no love, so I might come up with all sorts of weird explanations... But how it is read... is all up to the reciter~
AuAu: All I want is to reconcile the answers. I have no interest in the story. I have no interest in what kind of tale you weave. I see... I finally understand what it is you want to do. All right.
Bern: ... You'll accept it, of course? The condition.
AuAu: That's fine. I want to know the answers. You want to vent your resentment. The negotiations are complete.
With another click of her fingers, a large chair appears. It was a throne... that didn't fit the room's decorations.
[picture of Battler's portrait appears]
No...It was familiar... that throne...
AuAu: I accept your conditions. You may seat yourself. The game master is... you.
Bern: ... You're sure? You're really, really sure? [BERNTWISTEDFACEHERE]
AuAu: To vent your resentment, you can create any story you want. I have no interest in that. But I also have a condition. You must resolve all the answers I want. No secrets or hiding things.
Bern: Ufufufufufufufufuf... Leave it to me. Splitting up the innards and dragging out all that is inside is that I do best... It's what you taught me to do.
AuAu: I will make the tea... Not with magic, but by my own hands. The mistress will prepare tea for her miko.
Bern: Beato used to say that to enjoy tea, its best to have a witch as your companion.
AuAu: For us... it's different, isn't it? Fufufufufufufufu.
And without knowing when, the plate of biscuits disappeared in a whiff of red bubbles... and returned to a pile of minced meat. No... Not just meat... Innards. Intestines.
AuAu + Bern: To drink tea... it is best to do it with FELLOW MONSTERS."
After the credits:
Bern: ... Let's begin the placement of the pieces. This would be the 7th game then?
AuAu: Yes... It's an auspicious number.
Bern: But not to Beato.
Bern slowly lifted up a black piece. That was the piece that represent Beato. A piece that is sometimes a king... Sometimes a queen, a knight... But that is only when it is promoted. Right now it is but a pawn... A garbage piece. So the placement of the pieces... From then on, the witches' game begins. And so Bernkastel slowly raised up
Beato's piece.
dioptase said: EP6 ???? translated. Brace for epic showdown in EP7
"...... Where is... Lambda... ?"
Just be saying that, it felt like I was admitting defeat... That rankled in me. Even though she was always there making noises and latching onto me when I didn't want her to... When I finally call her name, she doesn't answer...
Is she making fun of me? Where... is this?
Feeling that watching an ending I could already foresee happening was stupid. I left the great hall. Maybe I could find a cool terrace to spend the time while waiting for that farce in the great hall to end.
"Well, it's true that I kept on going in the direction where there were no people... But for there not to be a single soul here is too much..."
Am I, the great Bernkastel... lost?
As if this sort of miracle could ever happen.
Yes... There exists no miracle in this world. For a miracle to occur there must be a "time that will never arrive" that is almost equivalent to an endless time. So for something like a miracle to happen in this place which has no such time... That is not a miracle, but someone's plan. In other words, I've been sucked into someone's plan now, made to walk this weird corridor...
A cat. It sounded like a cat. But there can't be a miracle of a cat in this sort of place...
This sort of miracle is "not allowed". If it's not a miracle, then it is a sign... to lead me in that direction.
Fine... It might be a new happening that will ease my boredom. If this turns out to be one of Lambda's new games... I'll make her use her tongue to cover her whole body with honey as a reward and stick parasols in her eyes
so that she won't do it again.
The corridor is dark, but there is a presence. Two emerald green eyes. Probably those of a cat. A black cat.
"Are you the one who called me? Or are you someone's messenger?"
Looking down at my feet, I could see bright red cat footprints leading to the cat eyes. An eerie footprint... as
if it had stepped in some blood.
As my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, it looked as if the footprints floated slightly in the dark. Not that it was glowing, but it served its purpose as a sign that I should follow it. As if asking me to follow, the cat turned and looked at me then walked off into the darkness.
What is this? This mysterious feeling. This feeling that I haven't felt in a long time, ever since I assumed the name of the cruelest witch in the world. Waht this feeling is... Somehow, I can't really remember. But... for me, who is tired of boredom... This must be interesting.
Walking down that dark corridor, I followed the cat. Forward... Turning... Sometimes going down stairs... And, I'm not sure because it was dark... I entered through a gap of a door.
"...... This is?"
I couldn't hear the cat footsteps, but the bloody footprints continued. In the distance, a white spotlight of light... The cat from before... was eating something frmo a bowl. I see... So that's your reward for bringing me here.
"Cat... I know I'm bothering your dinner... but why don't you get your owner to come... It couldn't be... You can't be the one who asked me to come here, right?"
It didn't even turn to look at me. Well, it's just a beast. Maybe if I kick it, it'll run to its owner...
[kicking sound]
"Hmm."
After kicking the cat, it flew against the wall like a stuffed animal and stayed there before disappearing into the darkness.
What's with this cat? An illusion?
"Tsk."
When I looked down at the bowl, it was blood covered raw meat.
"What is this... This bad taste treatment."
"Kicking it... was not a nice thing to do."
When I heard that voice, all my hair stood on end. Then, the surroundings began to brighten. But before the lights turned on, Bernkastel already knew where this was.
AuAu: It is, you know... That cat.
Bern: ......
AuAu: A cat that eats flesh... A cat who's learnt how to choose paths... It's been a while.
Bern: If you didn't make me learn it... It is a path I wouldn't have chosen. You monster who taught me the taste of flesh... So you've revived... Featherine Auaurora.
AuAu: Augustus Aurora... How many times have I told you, yet you never learn. That's fine. That too is nostalgic... I heard a lot of rumours about you: how you've taken the name of the witch of miracles, Bernkastel, and how you've been playing with kakera in unpraiseworthy ways.
Bern: I was only doing things you would... But in the end, I am no match for you. If what I did was unpraiseworthy... You've done things a hundred times worse.
Bernkastel sat in an antique chair in a manner that showed she was purposely doing things her own way.
AuAu: What are you afraid of? I am merely enjoying meeting with my longest serving miko again... Were you so bothered by the cat familiar just now?
Bern's actions looked as if they were relaxed, but to that Featherine, she seemed to be saying "don't be afraid". And from that expression on Bern's face... It seems Featherine had hit the nail on the head.
Bern: There's only so much insinuation I can take... A cat who eats blood-covered flesh and walks around leaving a trail of blood?
AuAu: ...... Don't be afraid... Look closely... Where is this cat whose dropping its face in bloody flesh? All there is is a plate of biscuits given to it as a reward for bringing you here.
Bern: ...... And as if it was a mirage... There was the plate full of cute biscuits.
Bern: Tcht.
Bern didn't bother to hide her displeased expression. Featherine shrugged her shoulders as she muttered,"You just never change, do you child?"
Bern: As usual, you're such an unpleasant person... But now I'm quite satisfied... Mimcking what you've done... was not really boring.
AuAu: Go ahead and tell me off as you like, like when we parted. That was the present I gave you.
Bern: That you like a bad-mouthed miko because it's not boring? Tcht... How stupid. If that makes you so happy,
I'd rather stuff up my mouth... So, why did you call me here?
AuAu: Beatrice's game seems to have ended with Battler's victory. I've been watching... It's been very interesting.
Bern: ... You must have been interested in watching my clumsy role, haven't you?
AuAu: Oh no, it was a good performance. Even Beato must be thanking you.
Bern: ... Hmm... And? If you're here to ask me to recite Beato's game, I refuse... I am no longer your miko.
AuAu: I've watched all of Beato's games, Lambda's game, Battler's game... All of them have entertained me very much. I even have my own answers to all the mysteries... Culprit, motive, each trick... The riddle I haven't completely solved, but I have a deduction that I believe will be solved once I visit Rokkenjima.
Bern: And?
AuAu: Of course, as long as there isn't a single truth, my deduction is but one of many allowed possibilities.
But that is within the scope of possibilities. It's just a matter of elimination.
Bern: What? You want me to debate Beato's game with you?
AuAu: No. Child, what I want you to do is reconcile the answers.
At Featherine's words, Bern had a slight reaction. But that slight reaction did not escape the notice of her former mistress.
AuAu: As an actor in a play, you've been through many different stories. Through that process, you've come to realize various truths, haven't you? However, there still remains some riddles that Beato created that even you do not know the answers to. Is that not so?
Bern: ...... I see... You want me to take up the role of biting into the innards and dragging them out, don't you?
AuAu: At the end of the play, reading a pamphlet and understanding the backstage happenings of the play, is as you say, like having tea after a meal. It's luxurious, but something that cannot be missed out.
Bern: When it is alive, you play with it and cherish it... Once it dies, you eat up its flesh to fill up your stomach... For you, a cat has double uses, doesn't it? Go die, you monster.
AuAu: I want to reconcile the answers... And don't you want to know?
Bern: ......
AuAu: Just think of it as if it's burying Beato's bones and I'm asking you to carry out that funeral rite. What about that, my child?
Bern: ... That's a way of requesting that more befits my tastes.
With a click of Featherine's fingers, a spotlight falls on the pile of books spread on the table.
And there... was a folded game board of Beato's game.
And there... was a stack of folded game boards of Beato's game. With
With a twirl of her finger, the witch of observation opened one of the game boards. On it, the black and white pieces slipped into their positions.
AuAu: The game board and the pieces are all here.
With a flurry of flapping, the book flipped from the first page to the last, closed itself and then flew to the side of the game board. There were all the movements of the previous games... All recorded.
Bern: ... I see... All that's missing is the player and the reciter.
AuAu: The tea is not enough. The dried peaches are also not enough, but those will be prepared.
Bern: ...... All right... If you'll add in some daifuku, I'll start...
AuAu: The discussion is complete.
Bern: I have one condition.
AuAu: Hohhh, and that is... ?
Bern: I am the reciter, you know... I have no love, so I might come up with all sorts of weird explanations... But how it is read... is all up to the reciter~
AuAu: All I want is to reconcile the answers. I have no interest in the story. I have no interest in what kind of tale you weave. I see... I finally understand what it is you want to do. All right.
Bern: ... You'll accept it, of course? The condition.
AuAu: That's fine. I want to know the answers. You want to vent your resentment. The negotiations are complete.
With another click of her fingers, a large chair appears. It was a throne... that didn't fit the room's decorations.
[picture of Battler's portrait appears]
No...It was familiar... that throne...
AuAu: I accept your conditions. You may seat yourself. The game master is... you.
Bern: ... You're sure? You're really, really sure? [BERNTWISTEDFACEHERE]
AuAu: To vent your resentment, you can create any story you want. I have no interest in that. But I also have a condition. You must resolve all the answers I want. No secrets or hiding things.
Bern: Ufufufufufufufufuf... Leave it to me. Splitting up the innards and dragging out all that is inside is that I do best... It's what you taught me to do.
AuAu: I will make the tea... Not with magic, but by my own hands. The mistress will prepare tea for her miko.
Bern: Beato used to say that to enjoy tea, its best to have a witch as your companion.
AuAu: For us... it's different, isn't it? Fufufufufufufufu.
And without knowing when, the plate of biscuits disappeared in a whiff of red bubbles... and returned to a pile of minced meat. No... Not just meat... Innards. Intestines.
AuAu + Bern: To drink tea... it is best to do it with FELLOW MONSTERS."
After the credits:
Bern: ... Let's begin the placement of the pieces. This would be the 7th game then?
AuAu: Yes... It's an auspicious number.
Bern: But not to Beato.
Bern slowly lifted up a black piece. That was the piece that represent Beato. A piece that is sometimes a king... Sometimes a queen, a knight... But that is only when it is promoted. Right now it is but a pawn... A garbage piece. So the placement of the pieces... From then on, the witches' game begins. And so Bernkastel slowly raised up
Beato's piece.
Initial position...
D8 - Beatrice.
end
Awwww shiiiiiiiiiiiiit. Poor Beato doesn't get a single break does she. I'm starting to really hope she proves all of em wrong and wins it all in the end with Battler >_>
I am so confused about the Shkanon thing now. It was said in red that Kanon got Battler out of the room but then it was said in red that he did not exist in the room.[/spoiler}
...Beatrice.
Listen carefully.
I will turn over my love for Battler to you.
Become the woman Battler desires.
I will give you the blonde hair he desires.
I will give you the blue eyes he desires.
I will give you the personality suited to him that he desires.
And... In place of me, love him.
And if possible, be loved by him.
I can no longer love him.
The feelings I could not obtain...the feelings I could not bear...please obtain them.
From this day forward, you are no longer the phantom of Rokkenjima who only plays tricks.
From this day forward, you are the ruler of Rokkenjima, and the one who waits for him to return until he fulfills his promise.
From this day forward, you will inherit that in my place.
Thus, from this day forward, you are no longer me.
I will push all of my suffering on to you... Please forgive me for being the only one to become happy.
From this day forward, you have the qualifications to detest everything.
You are the Golden Witch, Beatrice.
And someday.
Destroy everything, revive everything.
...Bless all lovers.
At that time.
...For both you and I to find happiness together...I will be wishing for from the bottom of my heart.
From this day on, you are not me.
From this day on, I am not you.
Let's split up our one soul and share it.
Each half will naturally be less than one soul.
But surely that will allow us to see more dreams than a person would.
May we be blessed...
My dear Beatrice...
Although no one else can see your form,
at least I can see you.
And if you are loved by many people,
surely everyone else will become able to see you too.
With love, we can see...
