Alycone reflects on Philomela's childhood and her all-important task. An ancient and fearsome goddess blocks Chise's path on the way to the Sargant family home and demands tribute that was promised a year ago.
Shit! She's shooting at us!
!سُحقًا! إنّها تُطلق علينا
Scheiße! Sie schießt auf uns!
¡Maldición! ¡Nos dispara!
¡Mierda! ¡Nos dispara!
Merde ! Elle a tiré !
Merda! Ci spara contro!
Droga! Ela começou a atirar!
Чёрт! Она вооружена!