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If you'd rather I make my own way, that would be fine, too.

(This has certainly got to be a joke!)

(The Black Knight in the flesh... In Kazimierz, they would print the image of the bloodied Black Knight on rare foil cards!)

(Set the Trilby Asher aside... Even the Black Knight is on this train...?)

(Oh, and me—A Victorian viscount, personally named by the Black Knight as the one she's looking for. What a star-studded cast! Inconceivable!)

(I need somebody to tell me right now this is all some kind of impromptu entertainment... That's what I need!)

Lisburn?

I need you to check for me right now if Karlan Trade has made any strange moves—

No, never mind. First, make sure our men are safe!

Our men? They're all fine in the barracks. We all went back after we chauffeured you to the station. Saw nothing strange whatsoever.

But Jefferson and the lads are not yet back from their drinking contest... I'll have someone find them right now.

What's the matter, Harold? The way you're talking, is something up?

Everything is fine for now. For now.

I hope I'm merely overthinking this...

Anyway, confirm their status and have them report in immediately! Even if they've drunk themselves to death, pick them back up and get them to report in before they drop dead again!

Understood. I'm on it.

...*sigh*.

O Kjeragandr, if you're really omnipresent and omniscient as the people here say—

Now is the time for you to appear.

Please don't abandon a faithful traveler.

If I can't be a good, proper guest, I may have no choice but to be an unwelcome guest.

So that's the gist of it.

The signal here is kinda wonky. I gave it a try, but I got almost no signal at all in the cabin. It's a little better in the corridor.

Good thing Aurora set this up for us ahead of time. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have a way to get in touch.

What could happen to me? Relax, I'm fine.

Alright! I'll leave it to you to get in touch with the landship. Say hello to the others for me!

I'll hang up now. Later.

This should take care of it...

Rosalind!

Waugh!

Oh, it's you. You spooked me...

What are you doing? Are you running from somebody?

Terribly sorry, but now is not the time to discuss this.

Rosalind, why didn't you stay in the cabin?

Uh, I wanted some fresh air.

Got a problem with that?

Oh, not at all. Fresh air is a fine thing.

It's just—

...A shame. Seems we won't have much time for an explanation.

Rosalind, you go on back to the cabin—Wait, no, you can't. The Trilby Asher has already seen you.

(Besides, he said she looked 'familiar'...)

Trilby Asher? You mean your colleague with the weird hat?

Yes, exactly. That's him!

I ran into some small trouble, Rosalind.

Let me say this now. It was not my intent to bring you into this mess. However...

I don't want some strange man to come propositioning you because he's failed to find me.

Huh? Propositioning?

I just ignore those weirdos. And if they can't take a hit, I sock 'em right in the nose!

Not a bad idea. If ever you find the chance, please do.

But there are certain men who don't give up simply because they've been punched in the face by a young lady...

So, I'd like to offer you an invitation to the dining car, to sample the honey beverages there and evade the stubborn flirts.

Hm, so you mean you want to drink honey with me?

Yes, let us proceed to imbibe the honey drink.

And you want to run all the way there?

Hah, yes, let us proceed to run all the way there.

Heh, they've almost caught up to you, haven't they? I can hear their footsteps!

You really aren't hiding none of it.

I said as much. I would never lie to a lady.

Alright, I've got no idea what kind of ruckus you guys are stirring up...

But it sounds pretty fun. I'm in!

Pleasure to have you onboard.

Then, without further ado—

Now! Quick, we have to run!

Look! You can see the mountain outside!

My god, it's way too close. Is that what the Kjerags call Karlan? Doesn't matter. It's gorgeous!

S-Say, can you close the window...?

Huh?

Th-The wind's too strong. I-I'm starting to have trouble even speaking.

Come on, exaggerating much? It's not that bad, you can take it...

Really? You seriously don't feel cold at all? Look at you. You barely have pants on—

Hey, watch what you're saying, you hooligan.

The tights I'm wearing are thick enough to keep me warm! Not like that lame getup you're wearing!

Owww... Fine, fine, fine. Whatever you say.

Hmph, now get in here. I'm about to take a selfie!

Huh?

Hey, did you hear something just now?

Ladies and gentlemen! Good day! Good day!

Frightfully sorry for interrupting your leisurely sightseeing! Please head back to your seats for the moment and make way. We—

Alright, cut it out with the fancy talk! We don't have time for that!

Sorry, everyone! Out of the way!

Rosalind! That is no way for a lady to speak!

Eh, eh, Rosalind, not so rough. You're about to tear my sleeve off!

Uh, what kind of Kjerag tradition is this?

Should we run up the train like them, too...?

That can't be a tradition, can it? Sounds so stupid. I'm not doing it.

Whatever, let's take our selfie!

Look at the camera! Three... Two...

...One...

I've never been one for tag.

I can't say I'm a fan either. Perhaps we can sit down for a nice conversation?

You're the guilty ones trying to run.

And you'd better keep running. Don't stop.

Oh, by the way, the segment coming up in five minutes offers the best views. If you want to take pictures, there is a better opportunity coming up.

Enjoy your trip.

And who were those people?

No clue...

But you might just be right. Maybe Kjerag has some kind of tradition of running laps up and down the train...

Well, when in Londinium, as the saying goes...

What's wrong, babe? You've been spacing out for a while.

My picture! My picture!