The Duke of Philax is not satisfied with the sugar confection Anne has created, but Anne is determined not to give up. Challe shares his memories of Liz with Anne, which tangles Anne’s feelings into knots. Then Mithril Lid Pod’s wing is stolen!
Which is why, if we don't hurry,
،لذلك إن لم نسرع
Wenn wir uns nicht sputen, wird der Graf
mit seinen Soldaten in Philax einmarschieren.
Si no nos damos prisa,
Si no nos damos prisa,
Bientôt, le comte arrivera à Philax
avec ses troupes.
Per questo, se non ci sbrighiamo, 
il Conte verrà qui a Philax con i suoi soldati.
Por isso temos pressa,
Нам надо поторопиться,