（今天吃午飯的時候看到官方發(fā)了，昨天看直播的時候太激動都沒太認真聽，剛剛花時間聽了一下，并且把聽得不太清楚的地方標紅了，歡迎大家提議和報錯~）

（封面取自原視頻）

Victoria: The Vow of The Crimson Dragons

This is a story of Victoria, a tale of distant past. The era when spring remained, an age before stone castles.

A time when a girl make friends with two crimson dragons. One of them was greedy, and the other was true and great, both swore for eternity to protect the beauty and grace.

Everywhere they went, the girl would find and take the most beautiful flower growing in that place.

Then one day came, and the greedy one exclaimed:“Grant me a gift, should you call myself a friend?” with honey-eye tongue, it begged the girl to braid a wreath with the flowers she had gathered, and the girl gladly agreed. With the dab hand, she wove a beauteous floral garland and placed it around the head of the greedy red dragon.

Yet the dragon of courage said,“No boon?to me. No gift do I need. Our journey is incomplete, and there is much for us to see.” And thus it departed alone, and flew to the mountains beyond, where he created Tara, a kingdom to call its own. The flowers that thrive here grow in no other land. The domain was deemed perfect to adorn the girl’s fine hand.

The wind told the greedy one of its kin’s great findings. Speedy, it flew towards Tara with the girl upon its wings. And the greedy drake was on, dazzled by the native bloom.“Resplendent shall be on crown when we take that flower from you.” The good drake was speechless as greed passed the demand. There is nothing left of the spring, but the blossom of its own land.

Long battle the dragons a feud of not but woe, but greed emerged triumphant, the flower was then bestowed. Though the blossom suffered wounds and several petals were shed, it became the brightest jewel upon the greedy dragon’s head.

The girl secretly wept, watching her friends fight and bleed. And a lion snuck to her, giving whispers that soothed her grave. And the lion told the girl that it had a very large pride who would swear to protect her and vow to stay by her side, so the girl forgot her sorrows and played with new-found friends, and no longer yearned for the drake, who dwelt in distant land.

But the dragon war barely ended when the lion pushed its claim. It seized the girl and roared,“Put the crown upon my mane!” The good drake had not healed, but valiantly it challenged the threat, not for the crown in fought and killed, but the owner he swore to kept. But the pride?was ready for war?and spilled the dragon’s blood. It drenched the fertile earth and turned it to barren.

The people grew cold and staved, now that winter has arrived. They remained cowed and silent, though a question lingered in mind,“Is it gone our crimson dragon who lives beyond the peaks? Is it gone a virtuous guardian, the one with no greed?”

Are you listening, Loughshinny? Can you, and will you answer the question for us?

（最后是自己聽內容時做的筆記）