1 00: 00: 35,785 -> 00: 00: 39,747 The kingdom of Izmer has long been divided.
Mastered by Mages, a group using magic elites.
Lowly commoners, who cannot be magic, are only slightly taller than slaves.
Young Empress Izmer, Savina, hopes for equal rights and welfare for all.
But, evil witch, Profion, has other intentions.
(Saying spells)
Yes!
Finally.
Come on, Damodar.
Let him go!
You're mine now.
Come to me.
Yes. I already said this could be done.
You have power over eternal creatures.
- You can control dragons. - With dragon troops bowing to my orders,
I can destroy the Queen and master what should be my right!
You don't like it, right? Nice. I can use every load...
your anger. Come on Follow me.
Follow me!
Follow me, I say!
- Now what, my lord, Profion? - We must change our plans.
Invite the great Mage Council immediately.
They will soon find out something about our young Queen,
- which will make them think for a moment. - Immediately implemented.
I told you this must have been a wrong magic trial.
Why every bad thing happens, you always blame the Mage.
All right, when was the last time you saw a river burning? You think they are...
cares if someone is injured? I'm happy if I can reply to those Mages.
Oh yeah. Savior Ridley.
The day will arrive. Listen, Ridley. Things go according to fate and...
there's nothing you can do to change it, OK? There are the rich and...
the poor.
Us? We must understand that. That is true. It's true that it's time for us to pay.
- School of Magic. - What school? School of Magic?
- Are you crazy? - We will enter the Magic School. Think about what we can get.
- Because there is a fire, it will not be tightly guarded. - Not.
Think about the challenge, Snails. Think about what we can find there.
If we retreat, we will be jealous of all the thieves at Sumdall.
Trust me.
And why did the Queen try to ignore this advice? This is just a design.
- I'm still hard to believe. - Now, Azmath, your loyalty...
no question. But we all watched the Queen grow up. We all have...
hear his view of what he considers injustice in this land.
But he is just a young woman. Young people talk with their hearts...
not with common sense. In time with our advice, he will understand...
- why there are things that cannot be changed. - Maybe so. But, is that the risk that you are ready...
accept? The ideas for reform have taken root among...
- people. - One day, the effect will grow.
With the passage of months, he will learn to master power on his staff.
And if that happens, I don't doubt if he will use it to oppress...
- changes to us. - Then, what is your suggestion, Profion?
I humbly asked for a vote to take the baton...
from the power of the Queen.
So the government in Izmer will remain safe.
Take his power stick, which shadows our heads and destroys...
threat of rebellion forever!
- And if he doesn't agree? - So...
so the original intention will be clear.
And we are forced to do everything we can to protect...
Izmer's power and unity.
What do you say?
- How can he persuade the Board? - He is playing with other people's fears.
- Their fear of change - Yes, I know, Vildan. But, changes are...
I propose for the good of the people. Everyone has the right...
independent and equal, either ordinary people or mage.
I know this deep in my heart. And if necessary,...
I'm willing to die to get Izmer to get there.
- What should I do to stop Profion? - You have to outsmart it.
Some of you know the last time, I'm looking for a relic...
ancient called Savrille Stick. It has the same strength...
with your power stick. With one difference.
It controls the Red Dragon. If you can get it,
You can give up your power stick and still have protection against Profion.
I have to have the Savrille Stick! With one swing...
I will overthrow the Queen and end the useless idiot Council.
- with him all. - What is your order, my lord?
Visit the Magic School. And meet our friend Vildan.
Persuade him to hand over the scrolls he talked about.
And bring it here.
And Damodar? Make sure he is no longer around...
Our young queen gives her advice.
Come on, my friend.
- Ridley, why is this so high? - Snails, release me.
Can't we just rob the first floor next time? Why don't we just rob God?
- Come on. - You say this will be easy?
- No. I say this is not impossible. - You said the same when...
we robbed the house? Who was caught? Who is beaten from the waist down? I.
- Will you jump? - Catch me huh?
- Yeah! - Promise?
- I promise. Jump now. - OK.
Sorry. I think I heard something.
Indeed. You hear me fall to the ground.
That's a big dragon.
Now let's chat.
Alright. Let's start work.
I told you, Marina. The Queen can't use her power stick to...
controlling the dragon or Profion will label him a tyrant before the Council.
Profion must be caught by the streak before them. Damn, I know it's here.
- Where? - It should be here.
- Are you sure to put it in place? - I am sure.
Definitely, you? Why is this archived in the chemistry section?
This includes dracology. Now, where is that? I know I got it...
somewhere. Ah yes This is it.
Mariana. You must stop daydreaming. The Queen only has 3 days given by the Board...
- to hand over his staff. - Forgive me.
- But you have to be more serious. - I know. But, I think I should take care of...
- more than bookshelves. - I understand, Marina. But, you have to...
learn to be patient to stay focused. That's the best help you can...
- give it now. - I think you are right.
I have never met a scroll that is so difficult to interpret. This is protected by...
Very old magic. Marina, get me the Manticore wing.
- What is that? - Dragon teeth.
- Put it back. Put it back. - Ok. How about a golden tooth of a dragon?
Too big. Put it back.
Hey, Snails. Snails.
- This. - What did you do it for?
- Take it. Come on - Isn't this enough at home?
Look at this. Yes!
We will be rich.
Ridley? Do you know what the price is like this?
Snails! Don't touch it!
One of the lab creatures. definitely off again. Go check it out.
Alright.
Snails, relax.
- This is just an illusion. - Ok. I know how.
- Now, don't touch the others. - OK.
- What are you doing? - We, uh, are...
- uh, janitor. Dirty. - More like a cleaner.
You thieves trying to rob us.
He must have included some kind of catch spell on the bracelet!
- That's the only way he hooks up guys. - I must put an empty brain spell...
- to myself to attract guys like you. - It's funny.
- You will go to city jail. - That does not.
- What a relief and thank you for them if they cut off my head. - That should be it.
That will be progress.
Is that the superior IQ of you, mage, famous?
Speaking of IQ, what kind of genius goes to magic school?
- He must be very idiot. Or... - Or what?
All right... Lester!
- If you don't tell me where the scroll is... - That's right...
- I have to kill you cruelly. - Will not!
Have you gone crazy? He's the leader of the Crimson Brigade!
Go to the road in Sumdall!
Follow them, you fool!
- Where do we go? Hey! Good business. - Hey, no! The other way!
Watch out!
Miss, stop and listen. Escape is our expertise.
- What is that? - I do not know. Remove the straps so we can help.
Who bothered me here? I will--
- Close a good pan. - You shouldn't do that.
- Check the door! - Locked. Locked.
- Stop him! - into a dirty sewer? Disgusting!
Place the brigade at each entrance and exit of the sewer.
I want them to be found...
now!
Marina from Pretensa, magic student...
Wanted because of the cruel murder of Vildan Vildir.
- I can't believe that. - Just believe it. They slander us.
They slandered you. You're not anyone other than a thief.
But they can't slander me. I'm a noble, a mage... _ low-class Mage, who is fully...
- can be sacrificed, almost worthless. - It's ridiculous. I'll go to the police.
I can't go to the police.
Right! They will put you in jail and torture you, until you confess.
It's better to be with us. Like that person said. We are in the same boat.
Alright! Come on!
You let the girl escape you...
with the scroll. And now, Norda,
The best Queen's tracker is tracking her.
And you tell me no need to worry?
That's a mistake. That won't happen again.
Now that's where you're right.
And this is why.
Only friends I sent together during the trip.
A gentle reminder to no longer make mistakes.
When you give me the stick, I assure him...
will leave the area.
Now. May I suggest that you two hang out familiarly...
you are following the Queen's trailers, Norda. He is an expert...
with his job. He will direct you to our lost friends...
- and on the scroll. - And this time, Damodar,
don't fail.
So, if we find the stick, the Queen occupies us with gold. Huh?
Why don't you try to be more honored as a dwarf? This is not about gold.
- It's about saving a kingdom. - Kingdom?
Who cares about the kingdom? Only you, mage, can benefit from it.
Oh really? What an interesting feeling from someone who stole...
- items to make a living. - Have you ever heard the honor between thieves?
We indeed live outside the law. But we respect each other.
- Unlike mages who stab each other. - It's just kind of...
the urge to be half-baked illiterate which proves that ordinary people are just ordinary.
Enough! We will hide for a while. He will find his own stick.
Good.
- I thought you were gone. - Do you mind we eat first?
No. Please, go ahead.
You know, these red signs are like the keys my father used to use...
- on the train. - This is an ancient scroll,
- not a blueprint for a horse cart. - You don't know what to do, so...
- I'd better see it. - Give it back!
Take a look. He usually puts his fingers like this. And he said something...
- like Alinor sala. What is that word? - Bidet.
Bidet? Bedarra! Bedarra. Alinor salla bedarra!
You can't blame people trying. At least you...
See that? I know that boy is talented.
Alinor salla bedarra.
Don't let them escape or you will...
experience a fate that is far more painful than mine.
I'm lying on the floor. Recumbent. Hands and feet tied like a pig...
This orc seems to be stabbing me with a tree trunk. Huh!
A hopeless situation. I told myself. What's the harm for me?
So, I take my spear and throw it at my enemy.
It's beautiful.
An elf? Are you kidding? You know the problem with elves is...
they are too thin. No, my God,
Dwarf weighs 100 kilos, more suitable. With a beard on his chin...
- where you can hang. Hanging. - No, thanks.
Excuse me, little person.
Hi. Are you looking for certain people?
Or, are you just looking for "someone"?
Actually, I'm looking for someone who is just like you.
What a coincidence. Because I'm looking for someone who is just like you.
We have to celebrate this, Bartender?
Give you a bottle of your best wine.
Make sure it's your cheapest wine.
Wait.
I need that girl.
- Catch them! - There is no time for romance.
- What? - Come on!
- Wait! I am in love. - With an elf? They even think,
Humans are funny creatures.
Ok. Let's take Ridley out of here.
- The ghost must be a detective. - He looks reliable to me.
Ridley?
- That's Damodar, man. He is headed for us. - Well, with what we experience...
- everyone goes to us. - What do you mean with everyone?
- What do you know about him being involved. - Me? But you...
Well. Tell me what you're involved with.
According to the ghosts in the scroll, the stick we are looking for...
- causing the Great War. - Oh. That is all?
Are you crazy?
- What is the point of the stick? - It has the power to control the Red Dragon.
- Sounds like a bad idea to me. - This is getting better. The map directs us to...
Dragon Temple. In order to enter, we need the Dragon Eyes from...
leader of the thief group at Antius City.
- Zilus? Not! Impossible! - I know he's crazy. But he keeps talking...
- about Profion and Queen. - Profion?
They can take care of themselves. I suggest we keep it simple, leave everything...
explode, come back, rob everyone. That is our plan. Let's go.
There are a few problems.
Problem? What's the problem, Ridley?
I promised we would find it.
Ridley? How can you do something like that?
I can't believe this. I'm not...
This is our golden opportunity, huh? Let's rob the magic school.
That's what you said to me, right? It's stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!
Do you know what?
I have another term for stupid! Ridley! Ridley who...
Snails? I can understand you can't leave.
What do you mean I can't go? Really, Ridley?
I mean isn't all this a little out of...
our business? Just a little? - Snails, listen.
Which dragon eye will we take? That ruby gem is your hand.
I don't.
- Ruby jewel of my hand? - Yeah. So we will use him to help us...
get it. Then we leave. We are rich.
Trust me.
I hate it when you say that!
- Oh Ridley, I will regret this. - Ha! I know you will come with me!
Don't touch me! Ok, maybe just a little.
We joined. What about you
I don't see I have a choice. Just tell me one thing!
If I help, who will pay me?
We worry about that later.
That's a bad way of doing business,
Ridley? Check this.
Let's go.
Snails.
Ok.
Listen, we are looking for a respectable Guildmaster Zilus. We think...
- maybe you know him. - The only thing I know is, you should...
take your business out of town before you end with the word...
"Strangers. Not valued" stamped right on your nose which is dislodged.
Understand?
Thanks for the time!
If I don't drink, make sure you don't shop. Come on!
- There you are, apparently! Where have you been? - Don't look at us.
Who is shopping? Didn't the three-bastard eyes watch us?
Alright. If we follow him, he might direct us to his association.
He leaves.
Come on!
Elwood, we want to enter. You watch the guard.
Good.
- Isn't that Tony? - The person who kidnapped.
- Alright. Let's go find Zilus. - No need. Like I said,
- strangers are not valued. - Are you talking to us? We confused.
Your third eye looks at other people because of that.
Drag him!
- Where do you think they brought Snails? - He'll be fine. Let me talk.
So, this is all, huh? Everything that a thief gets in the end?
Well.
You must be Zilus. Ridley Freeborn. A thief art practitioner.
Honorable member of the Sumdall association. Happy...
- meet you. - Fellow thieves.
- Well, same. - See?
Sumdall, eh? How about the old city of Sumdall? A cruel city, right?
- Everything is controlled by mages. - We just hitchhike past.
Yes, I thought that was accompanied by...
valuable grain that travels with you.
- So what can I do for you? - The kingdom is united...
- We know you have Dragon Eyes. - We really need it.
Yes, well, I'm always happy to help fellow thieves.
Have you ever heard of the Antius Maze?
- Of course. All thieves have heard it. - Very good.
You know the Eye of the Dragon is...
top prize from my mazu, right? You skip the maze, you get the prize.
- Has anyone made it past? - Uh, not yet.
Everything dies in trying.
But look on the bright side. At least the prize is still there.
Hopefully healthy. And good luck.
Try your best, Ridley.
- 40 seconds. - 1 minute.
- They bet he will die or live? - On the contrary, valuable granules.
They bet how long he died soon.
Be careful, Ridley!
Oh my God.
Very smart. But is that enough? The game isn't over yet.
Uh!
Very light feet, right?
What kind of iron box is that?
I thought he wanted to meet his friend.
Fun.
Yes, yes, yes! Very clever. Very good.
- You're really amazing. - Thank you.
No, no. thanks. You know, I waited for 15 years someone would come...
and unlock it. I know people who can skip...
the maze can enter the iron chest. And now, this is the person.
So it's my friend. You. So why not leave mine?
What about the honor between thieves?
Oh, what a romantic thought. Do you really believe I can...
hoarding wealth if I hold on to that honor? Oh, no, no, no, no.
So, handsome boy. If you don't want Hugo...
This ruins your appearance,
I suggest, just leave it to you.
Who is he? Who are you?
Listen. I don't know you, but be prepared to get painful lessons.
- You must be kidding me. - I've never joked...
when mage violates my gathering!
This is the map you're looking for.
Give a way out and I'll put the fire out.
Do it!
Ridley!
Marina!
- Are you okay? - We have to save Marina.
- Wait! How about a dwarf? - You're looking for the dwarf, I'm looking for the girl.
Wait why am I looking for the dwarf? Shit!
- Marina! - Ridley. We got the Dragon Eyes.
- Let's sell it at Sumdall. - We won't leave without Marina.
- Will you risk everything for a mage? - Listen, Snails...
What?
I wouldn't do it if I were you.
- Hey. You are Hi. - Do you know him?
- We know. - The Elf do you keep talking about?
Well, I didn't say that. But, yeah. There he is. Beautiful, huh?
- They look all the same to me. - Shut up!
- Where is the girl? - None of your business.
Humans, that's my business catching you and...
Marina from Pretensa. And take back the scroll you stole...
and return it to Queen Izmer.
Oh. So you're a law officer, right? I should know.
One of your fellow officers, the leader of the Crimson brigade, preceded you.
- He caught Marina. - Damodar.
- Well, there he is. - It's just that he doesn't enforce the law...
again. He works for Profion. He is the person you want. Not us.
Your Majesty.
- Yes, Norda? Have you found the scroll? - Not yet, Your Honor.
It seems Profion...
- also search for the account. - But how can he know?
I don't know, Princess. Damodar has captured Marina from Pretensa
and the scroll. But, I planted his colleagues.
What are your orders?
Search for Damodar. We need the stick.
The board wants my answer immediately.
Norda, please hurry up. We are running out of time.
As you wish.
Collect the horses. We will track Damodar.
They will come with us. If you try to escape,
kill them.
Tell me. Why are you in a band of thieves?
That's not the right place to cruise, right?
We need money. For supplies,
You can lie better than that.
I'm curious. You're a mage.
But, you embarrass your family...
- by associating with thieves. - You embarrass Izmer,
by conspiring against the Queen.
I will not argue about that. You know me.
I have served his family faithfully for many years.
It's really Profion's desire to mengigulkan him.
Not me.
Then why did you help him?
Look at me!
If I don't get the stick,
I will die.
Please.
Help me.
I'm sorry, but I can't help you.
Stupid girl.
I can suck all the information I want...
directly from you.
Your friends have...... Eye of the Dragon from a group of thieves.
A kind of key.
Can I just walk?
Don't you know, dwarfs are afraid of riding horses?
- Get used to it. - Many dwarfs are afraid...
shows his feelings. I'm not ok?
They passed the valley. I know this area.
There is a shortcut in front of the forest after the hills.
This means there is a trace, but if Damodar sets up a tent...
and we ride last night, we can cut the road.
Alright. Come on
You know, I like the way you track.
You're single, right? What?
There's nothing wrong with asking, right? You know, I'm single.
- Can you believe this? - How old are you?
23. Well, I know I'm a little younger than you. What if I use it...
age enhancer? I'll sacrifice a few years for you.
- I'm 234. - Damn.
I don't expect that much change.
- Ridley, look. We have no hope. - Relax. We just settle.
- What now? - We need a distraction.
All right, Snails. Stay close.
It's empty.
Ok. I'm looking for Marina. You look for the map.
Ok. Wait! Wait. Why did you get the girl and me map?
- We need a new plan. - Do you want to go, no?
- Hey, Snails? - What?
Be careful.
Alright. Hey, Ridley.
You too.
Come on in.
We are not allowed to enter this place.
This is a task that they must complete themselves.
I'm Damodar.
A little black magic.
Alright, Damodar.
Fun.
It's easy.
Oh no! I know this is too easy!
Need help?
Marina?
Hey.
Hey. It's ok.
Come on, come out here. Come on
Like all thieves. Always take things...
- which is not his. - Enough already.
Now I'm angry.
- Oh. You want to play, right? - Yeah. Let's play.
Ok, you won. Game over.
I've been struggling to come here without a fight.
- Thanks. - Anytime.
Marina! Catch him!
Snails!
Let's go.
Oh, no!
Come on.
- You mustn't be serious. - You have never been this serious.
Oh come on.
If you give the Dragon Eyes,
I might decide to leave you...
- die fast. - Go to hell.
Damodar!
On time.
Where are My Dragon Eyes?
- I have it? - Is it true?
Show me.
Release him first. And that is yours.
Snails, don't!
No!
Don't bother yourself. Give me mine.
- Will not! - You're stubborn like your friend.
Alright. You don't give me a choice.
Come on, Ridley.
Where is Norda!
Come on, Ridley. Come on
The board has voted. You must obey. You understand...
- the impact of your decision? - Don't chase me, Azmath.
Because I really understand.
Yes, I violated the law against the Council.
But, if I leave the power stick to you, my crime...
it will be very big. Will fight my conscience...
and our people.
Have you all forgotten? The board was formed...
to protect the Izmer people. But, ask yourself. Is this...
what are you doing? I do not think so.
Your interest is only in yourself. Not to the people.
And His Majesty pushed the kingdom to the brink of civil war...
- is people's desire too? - The person who convinced you to take...
a stick of power from me so he will...
makes the country unprotected. Be careful, my friends.
Because after he finished with me, the Board might be the next one.
War doesn't benefit anyone, Profion. And I oppose it.
But, if it is needed to free our people?
That can be done.
Do you hear the words? He violates our highest law.
And then threaten us to submit...
- with the threat of war! - Every citizen of Izmer,
commoners or mage, have equal rights...
for their welfare. And as Queen,
this is how I declare this is how Izmer...... - from today to the future. - What sweet words.
My friends, I remind you. This little child in power...
will challenge you. And destroy you.
His youth denied it without wisdom to understand...
why are there things that cannot be changed. Idealism...
belongs to children. And a child is not suitable...
to govern a kingdom. I ask again one last time!
Will you give up your power to this council...
- and release your power stick? - I pray...
that you will find wisdom to see the path I gave to Izmer...
is correct.
I don't expect to fight you guys. But I will not leave...
an empire at the mercy of this immoral "herbalist".
So, decide if necessary.
But, know this one thing.
I'm not afraid.
A charming show, my friends,
ask yourself. Are we ready to see our kingdom...
- destroyed by a small child? - Not!
So isn't it time we have to act?
- Yeah! - So, drop the tyrant! Prepare for war!
Wow.
What did he do?
- Will he not use a spell? - Wait.
Hello, Ridley.
- How do you do that? - Elf people don't need...
incantation to bewitch.
You use magic.
We're part of it.
- Are you part of magic? - Like all living things...
including dragons. Unfortunately, humans see...
only on the destructive power.
- Sshh! - I dream. I see...
- You saw a dragon being born. - So fabulous.
- Life explodes around it. - That should be the case. You know,
when a nga is born, they bring new magic with them.
Magic is the life force in our world. Making nature...
and everything around us is balanced.
- And if many dragons die? - Oh, life will wither.
And the balance will collapse.
The wand.
You and your countrymen are very close to irreparably destroying
the fabric of magic with this rod you seek.
The rod is man-made.
Unnatural. It must not be disturbed.
Sshh. You must rest.
I'm sorry about Snails.
Yeah.
I'm sure you are.
- Ridley, he died for the right reasons. - Right reasons?
Because what is that? Hmm?
Queen against Profion?
Politics.
I'm sick of it all.
I don't want to die because of a power struggle between a pair of mages.
- No, no, you're wrong. - Not! You're the one who's wrong, mage!
You never live on the other side. Do you know? Snails is correct.
Nothing will change. If I listen to him, he must still be alive.
Just because some mage is evil doesn't mean everything is! I do not!
I'm not!
Let me tell you a little secret queen where Snails deserve to die for it.
He risked everything because he struggled to change things.
As if he doesn't need to worry.
You're so naive.
He risked everything because he didn't believe the system was fair.
Profion tried to overthrow him because he believed that mage and commoners...
must be treated equally. He is fighting for a change...
which you really hate!
That's, Ridley, for the sake of Snails to die.
You know, when Vildan told me what happened to the Queen...
I want to help with all my strength.
But, even though I don't understand why he wants...
commoners are equal with us.
But now. After being with you for a few days...
and see how, you always find a way,
I understand why the Queen is right.
Please, Ridley.
Help show that we are not like them.
You know, for a mage...
You're smart enough.
This will protect you.
Thank you.
Alright. This is it. This is the entrance to the basement.
What happened? What is this?
A kind of wall of strength. I have never seen this kind of magic.
Only you are allowed to pass.
I think I have to go alone.
Ridley?
- Be careful. - Do not worry. I'll be fine.
Good.
What now?
Sorry, Snails.
Finally, a proper mage.
Why did you disturb the Savrille Stick?
to save Izmer's kingdom.
- Who? Who are you? - I am Savrille.
The creator of the stick. Cursed for crime trying to control...
Red Dragon. And be punished in this purgatory...
until someone who deserves his power gets it. Are you that person?
I don't know if there really is such a person.
But, I will find out.
Warning. Whoever holds the power of this stick...
Will experience fate. Because the evil he created will not...
complete. Unless the spell is broken.
- How do I break the spell? - That, what you have to find out.
The queen has called all her dragons against us.
Don't just stand up to admire them! Destroy them before they get to us!
Fast! Fast!
- Prepare to shoot! - Shoot!
Is that the best you can do?
Wake up!
Prepare to shoot again!
Aim the wings, stupid!
Shoot, stupid! Shoot!
What have I done?
Well!
Come to me.
I found the stick!
Thank you for saving my time.
It feels comfortable, right? Ah! Remember your stupidity and hard head...
getting your thief friends killed.
Don't make it the responsibility to finish the rest...
your social network.
Oh. See. I sliced it.
- What a shame. - Don't hurt him!
- So give me the stick! - And you will release them?
Don't do it, Ridley.
I promise.
- Finally. - You say you will release them!
I'm lying. Kill them.
slowly.
Ridley! Do not! Do not!
Give it to me.
The word you will free me.
Yes!
Now what about my head?
They come!
Come along, Damodar! To the highest roof in Sumdall!
Shoot!
My fate.
Come to me.
Damodar!
See. I miss you. What a shame.
You can rule.
But it won't be long!
Let their blood rain on the sky!
You will pay for it, son.
Do you think you can steal my destiny?
I have a new destiny for you.
Full of suffering. Various kinds of suffering.
- And new senses to feel them. - Not if you kill me first.
Now, this will be really fun.
Not so talented apparently, Mr. Ridley? Even though I've enjoyed our little talk.
But, now is your time to die.
My little trail finder...
Hey, mage!
Why not choose a balanced opponent?
Oh, you think you can use it,
are you a thief?
- Does it make sense? - Take them to kill him, Ridley!
Destroy him!
Don't.
I don't want to be like you.
What are you doing?
Profion!
Your Majesty?
- It's done, Profion. - The fight is possible,
Your Majesty. Maybe.
But it's not a war!
Thank you.
Norda?
Izmer people. After all this time I stated...
that all of you are now equal.
Let's start the celebration!
Listen to that, friend?
That's for you.
All will not be the same without you.
But, I think I should get used to it. I hope...
wherever you are,
You know you have made a difference.
You help things change.
You finally reached for it.
Your big achievement.
Alright, I have to go. Or I will lose my satri's appointment.
Ridley the savior. Can you believe that?
I will miss you, friend.
Don't doubt your talent. Your friends are waiting for you.