Vertin: These powders are not poisonous.
Vertin: Also the potion he's brewing doesn't do any obvious harm.
Vertin: This smells nice. Even like ...
Vertin: Why? Does he really want to treat the patients? Impossible.
Tramp: Move! Get outta my way!
Vertin: ...!
Tramp: Where did they hide the medicine? Tear it, cough tear it apart! What are these boxes!
Patient: cough You can't take these. ... These are the relief supplies of the service corps!
Tramp: Cotton ... cotton ... Ah! It's the quilt! Who wants this s**t!
Vertin: Relief supplies?!
Vertin: So that's it ... Lots of reserved food and oil, medical supplies, emergency supplies, and temporary infrastructure tools …
Vertin: Without official support, Manus Vindictae needs supplies to gain a foothold in different eras.
Vertin: The so-called peace before the "Storm" is to cover up the transport of supplies!
Vertin: No. Ten is too late. I must meet Sonetto before that!
Tramp: Hey! You wanna steal the potion? Gimme the potion!
Vertin: It's a misunderstanding. I don't have the potion. It will be delivered very soon.
Vertin: Can't be talked into senses, the tramp utters a cry.
Tramp: No! You can't fool me ...! You're afraid of me ... you're afraid of getting burned! ... Gimme that ...!
Vertin: Crap. Other people will be attracted here! I need to take him down ...
COMBAT
Vertin: ... Sorry. Take a rest. You can no longer waste your energy like this.
Vertin: An unguarded trail hides behind the bushes.
Vertin: A smell of stale, burnt gasoline lingers.
Druvis Ⅲ: Are you running away?
Vertin: Ms. Druvis ...
Vertin: No. I'm picking them up.
Druvis Ⅲ: Then you should not pick this way. Are you still as lost as you were at the beginning?
Druvis Ⅲ: It is heavily guarded in the front. There are more serious crises than just now.
Druvis Ⅲ: Even so, are you still moving forward?
Vertin: ... Yes.
Vertin: Until we see "tomorrow" with our own eyes.
Vertin: Will you come with me, Druvis?
Druvis Ⅲ: ...
Druvis Ⅲ: Your friends are on the way.
Druvis Ⅲ: I "see" ... the huge engines are roaring towards here.
Druvis Ⅲ: What "we" desire is being removed; what "we" despise is being rescued.
Druvis Ⅲ: But "our" enemies are still increasing. From north to south. From east to west.
Druvis Ⅲ: The "Storm" is coming.
Druvis Ⅲ: ...
Druvis Ⅲ: I accept your invitation.
Druvis Ⅲ: But this is a formal farewell. I need to see my woods one last time and engrave it in my mind.
She fiddles with her hair, walking towards the shelter.
Sonetto: Good? This should be the third transport truck we seized.
Sonetto: In order to avoid attention, the Manus reduced the number of guards for the supply transport. They must have never expected our attack.
Sonetto: Captain, lead the team to escort the three vehicles back to the manor.
Sonetto: You and the others, follow me to the Relief Shelter.
Team members: Copy that!
Schneider: Have you made the latest hallucinogen, my lady? If you are confident, you can pour it into my mouth ...
Sotheby: Thank you for being my experimental subject!
Sotheby: But even if it's successful, you won't have any reaction.
Sotheby: You don't want to eat gold bars ...
Schneider: Humph? Is someone questioning my contribution?
Schneider: I am willing to try it for my family first ... Isn't that okay? My lady is really hard to understand.
Schneider: After all, I am the woman who escaped from Druvis III. ... Compared to any of you ...
Schneider: I know what death ... tastes like ...
Sotheby: Ms. Druvis, who's that? You mention her a lot. Is it only me who does not know her?
Sonetto: I have read her investigation report. She is the stepdaughter of Washington State Forestry Tycoon.
Mr. Karson: You mean the Weyerhaeuser? Master once dealt with them.
Mr. Karson: However, the family suffered a great deal of misfortune. It was even in The Times.
Mr. Karson: The Soviet Union artificially lowered wood prices and that led to their bankruptcy. Fate can't be resisted.
Mr. Karson: Let alone ... no, never mind.
Sotheby: Why did you hesitate, Mr. Karson?
Mr. Karson: Nothing, I assume that Ms. Druvis will prefer not to bring up such an old story again.
Mr. Karson: It is also not my place to meddle in private affairs. Please don't take it to heart.
Sonetto: Be careful, everyone. We have entered the area of the Relief Shelter.
Sotheby: Wow ... the fog has risen in the woods!
Sotheby: cough ... What's the funny smell? I can't control myself!
Sotheby: cough ... And I'm a little dizzy ... Whoa ... whoa ...
Sonetto: Come here! Hold your breath. The white fog should be a protective incantation to hide the Relief Shelter.
Sonetto: It is now 35 minutes to ten.
Sonetto: The refugees nearby are not well, and the guards are doubled.
Sonetto: From now on, everyone please proceed with caution. Ensure that you are not disturbed by the fog.
Sotheby: Yes. cough No problem!
Sotheby: Move as much as possible before we meet Miss Vertin!
Sonetto: Good. Repeat. Transfer supplies. Rescue refugees!
Sonetto: Let's move!