Mistress Frieren.
That took you long enough.
I see you've defeated Aura.
Like a fairy tale
It's a sign the story has reached its end
Like a single passage taken from
A journey that was too long
Of the evil that once cast a shadow
Across this land
And the memories of the short journey
With the hero who defeated it
(Frieren: Beyond Journey's End)
The story ends
And the hero goes to sleep
Leaving this land with
Days of peace and quiet
The passage of time heartlessly
Makes people forget
Even the tracks left behind by his life
Begin to rust
Just the same
Your words and wishes and courage
Are still inside of me
And they live on
We chose the same path
That's all it was supposed to be
Why is it that at some point
I wanted to understand the reason for
The tears that fall down my cheeks
Even now
If I retrace the journey we walked together
Even though you're not there
I know I'll be able to find it
I can't believe this.
You actually did it.
We're going.
Wait, there's no need to run.
Graf Granat said he's going to pardon us for everything.
It must've been an intense battle,
yet none of these bodies are heavily damaged.
You have my gratitude.
Thank you for the respect you've shown to the heroes of the Northern Lands.
I used to be much rougher in the past,
but Himmel scolded me.
Yeah, no wonder.
Of course, he would scold you. Even I would've done the same.
Master Himmel must have been good at parenting you.
Don't call it parenting.
But yes, I guess you're right.
This is how people would normally react.
What do you mean?
I'm just thinking out loud.
Fern. Stark.
Good job taking down Lügner and the other demon.
I'm proud of you.
I'd be more impressed if you weren't so beaten up, though.
This is normal for a warrior.
What does normal even means?
You have wounds all over your body.
Give them a proper burial, and accompany those people to the town.
Sir.
Your Excellency.
What is it?
Frieren.
I have never been so grateful to someone as I am to you today.
Frieren.
I did say that I would grant you any reward within my capability.
And you wished for the Great Mage Flamme's grimoire about the protective barrier
which has been passed down the Granat family for generations.
Are you sure that this grimoire is enough?
This grimoire is...
A fake.
Indeed. The real spell was passed on by word.
The one in the grimoire is nothing close to the barrier protecting the town.
I'm fully aware of that, Your Excellency. This is simply a hobby of mine.
Is that so?
That aside, let's drop the formalities.
To you, I must be nothing more than an infant.
I had an awful experience when we left on our journey to defeat the Demon King.
That's right, Master Heiter did mention something like that.
In the capital, discourtesy toward the nobility would mean a death penalty.
Himmel and Eisen were almost executed for speaking rudely to the king.
I can still picture Himmel's crying face clearly.
Death penalty is a bit much...
Also, little brat,
talking to me like that is a serious crime in this town.
Sorry then, old man.
I'll smash this expensive-looking chair.
T-the Central Lands is so barbaric compared to here, right, Your Excellency?
Seriously?!
I finished cutting down the tree in the backyard.
Thank you.
Well, you see,
I just made things up so you would run away back then.
This town doesn't have a law to imprison someone for speaking rudely.
Relax and don't worry about it.
If you say so.
Isn't that good news, Master Stark?
He passed out...
I've already informed the citizens about Aura's defeat.
They all want to express their gratitude to their heroes.
Please, stay as long as you like.
He's floating.
Oh no, it's nothing that great.
The name that has protected me
Is being called by That soothing voice of yours
So that you won't close your eyes all alone
I'll embrace you
You joined your warm hands with mine
So I won't forget
Beyond the night, Where it's full of flowers
It is where you are, A place I will return to
Split the swelling, unravel the darkness
So that the dream remains uncorrupted
To the blue path that never ends
I'm done with the shopping.
Shall we go then?
Leaving already, Frieren?
Graf Granat.
I'll accompany you to the gate.
Frieren.
I heard you are heading to Ende,
the northernmost part of the continent where the Demon King's castle is.
However,
the situation in the Northern Plateau region isn't great.
Travel through the area is restricted.
Even adventurers must be accompanied by a First-class mage.
Then it shouldn't be a problem since Mistress Frieren is with us.
What is that "First-class mage" thing?
You don't know, Mistress Frieren?
It's a mage certification by the Continental Magic Association.
Certification?
I got my certification in the holy city before we set out.
See?
This is my certificate as a third-class mage.
Right, I remember you did something like that.
So that's what certifications are like nowadays.
Mistress Frieren,
don't tell me you've been going around as an illegal, uncertified mage?
Don't make me sound like some sort of back-alley doctor.
I mean, organizations that regulate magic just keep changing.
I can't be bothered to get a new certification every time.
I bet this holy emblem is already invalid anyway.
What is that antique?
Even I know about the Continental Magic Association.
They've been around for at least half a century.
That's still very new.
It's a real pain when they change their standards so frequently.
That aside, this would mean we can't move forward.
I'm not too much informed on this,
but there is a place you can take first-class exam in the Northern Lands, right?
That would be Äußerst, the largest city of magic in the Northern Lands.
It's far beyond the Schwer Mountains.
You can follow the main road, but it would be a long journey.
Frieren.
The Granat family will never forget what you've done.
I pray for your safe journey.
It's snowing.
It should be winter soon.
The winter around here are severe, so be careful.
You'll die if you underestimate it.
Is it that dangerous?
Don't you know?
The thing that caused the most casualties in the war with the Demon King's army
is the winter in Northern Lands.
See? Now we're lost.
What do we do now?
(Episode 11: Winter in Northern Lands)
We're lost.
Getting stranded before we even reach the Schwer Mountains isn't funny at all.
Master Stark, please wake up! You'll die if you fall asleep!
Was the jumbo berry special this small?
How am I supposed to know?!
What do we do?
We cannot levitate him with magic in this strong wind.
He'll probably get blown off somewhere.
Then our only choice is to carry him ourselves.
He's heavy...
Why is he so heavy?
Smells nice...
Can we just leave him here?
Hang in there.
There should be a shelter hut at the foot of the mountains.
That's knowledge from 80 years ago, right?
Are you sure it will still be there?
Thank goodness.
It looks like it's still regularly maintained.
I think there's someone inside.
Is someone taking refuge as well?
Just go in. We'll be frozen at this rate.
Good! This is great! I'm getting warmer!
Excuse me.
Mistress Frieren, this place won't do. Let's look for a different one.
What? Why?
Because there's a pervert inside.
Pervert? I'm offended.
Let's hurry, Mistress Frieren.
Hmm? Wait.
Are you an elf?
It must be around 300 years since I last saw someone of my race.
I thought elves had gone extinct.
Me too.
And thank you for the fire, Miss.
Don't mind it.
What luck to encounter mages.
This must be the guiding hand of the Goddess.
I crossed the Schwer mountains,
but I lost my charcoal in this blizzard.
I've been trying to survive by doing squats in this freezing hut.
That makes sense.
I'm not so sure about that.
I'm Kraft, a monk.
I'm Frieren, a mage.
I'm Fern, also a mage.
This is Master Stark, a warrior.
Still, you're heading to Aureole? So you're on a journey to heaven, then.
It's good to have a strong faith.
I'm only half-convinced though.
Mistress Frieren.
Master Stark's temperature is...
It's so warm and comfortable...
And that jumbo berry special is so big.
What...
What happened to me?
I think there was a blizzard, and then...
Huh?
Who is this old man?!
You're so loud...
How rude. I even shared my body to warm you up.
Shared your body...?
Old man, you have a nice body.
Master Stark?
No, I didn't mean it like that.
That's a very well-trained body.
You must be incredibly strong.
What's your name, old man?
Kraft, a monk.
Never heard that name before...
But I'm sure you're a well-known monk.
Stark, stay here and get some rest.
You two, help me bring in some food.
I have a cart nearby.
Meeting you people is really fortuitous.
We should be able to use these frozen foods.
Feel free to take them.
There's plenty for us.
Crossing the Schwer Mountains right now would be suicide,
so I suppose we'll be staying here for a while.
By the way, Frieren.
Do you know who I am?
Not at all.
I thought so.
I have absolutely no idea who you are either.
She's the mage from the party of heroes.
And before that?
What are you trying to say?
I'm just saying that we are elves.
It's been almost half a year.
Thanks to everyone,
we managed to survive the long winter in the Northern Lands.
Here.
Give it to Fern.
She's a good girl with deep faith.
It must be because she was raised by a priest.
She hasn't forgotten her gratitude to the Goddess.
Why do you believe in the Goddess?
You don't, do you?
The Goddess of Creation, apart from the mythical age
has never actually shown herself throughout the long history of the world.
You must be young.
I used to be like you as well.
But now I believe in the Goddess from the bottom of my heart.
Or rather,
I need her to exist.
Everyone who knew of my great accomplishments and acts of justice has long passed.
That's why I want the Goddess to praise me in heaven after I die.
"Good job, Kraft."
"You had an amazing life."
Something like that.
You understand, don't you, Frieren?
Not having anyone remember the path you've taken is just too cruel.
We made it this far after living long lives.
Kraft.
Being remembered is just our greedy wish as an elf.
Yeah...
Is wishing for heaven the same thing, Frieren?
Nevermind.
Tell me about yourself. I will do the same.
If you don't believe in the Goddess, then instead of her,
I'll be the one to praise you.
Is it such a surprise?
Yes.
I didn't expect you would pay for the reconstruction of this village's orphanage.
You're so honest.
I was an orphan myself, after all.
I'm sure the Goddess will praise me for living a pure and righteous life.
How can you say that while drinking, you corrupt priest?
Frieren.
Do you have someone that praises you?
What's with that all of a sudden?
Because it seems like you don't believe in the Goddess.
If you tell me about yourself, I will praise you in her place.
I've just been living lazily.
I haven't done anything worth praising.
Even though you're always limiting your mana?
To me, that looks like the fruit of painstaking hard work.
Something you've devoted your whole life to.
So you noticed?
How many years do you think we've been traveling together?
It's not an interesting story.
I don't mind.
Besides, I could use it for future reference.
How so?
Who knows, perhaps my child would become a mage.
Aren't priests supposed to be single for life?
I wonder why are people who serve the Goddess are mostly weirdos.
I'll pass.
I already had someone else praise me.
Is that so?
You have a good friend, Frieren.
Cherish him.
He's already...
He's in heaven now.
Then you'll see him again someday.
You're right.
I'm heading this way.
Frieren.
I don't think this will be our final farewell.
I'll see you again, in a few hundred years.
Take care as well, old man! It has been fun!
Thank you for the pendant!
And you alright
Can you hear me?
Tracing down the empty railroad
Crying excessively
When I wanted to smile
Holding on to these memories I want to keep vivid
They're much more important than goodbyes
So I want to convey them in words
They're so common yet so special
See, if it wasn't for these eyes
There would be things I would never see
Yet why are they overflowing?
That's why even if I were to be reborn
I will still choose this place once again
So when I see you once again
I'm sure this time I will choose to never let go
Even without promises
Even if there are days Where I'm lonely and lost
These tears are fine, Night will break into dawn
I'm whispering our lullaby for you To come back home
A clean white mantle without a single dirt
I might be gentle, A clean white mantle without a single dirt
- but even I would get mad at that. - is the sign of this village's strongest warrior.
You pervert.
- It's a replica. - We're not warriors.
Keep it a secret from the old men.
He's a true hero.