Summary
The cause of the surge of fiends in the Halidom is a strange magic sigil drawn by an unknown party — but the group's relief at getting rid of it soon fades when a giant pumpkin-headed fiend makes straight for a nearby village. With no time to rest, they ready themselves for batle.
Dialogue
Halloween Silke: Er, Euden? Perhaps you might come with me? I'd like to help you with this if I can.
The Prince: Oh, Silke! You're wearing a costume, too?
Halloween Silke: Yes. The sylvan girl made it for me.
How does it look?
The Prince: Pretty cute, actually.
Halloween Silke: Eee hee hee! This makes me happy.
The Prince: So where is it you want to go?
Halloween Silke: Wait, that's it? You're done complimenting me? ...Rrr. Fine, then. Follow me.
Ranzal: Huh? What's with the graffiti?
Halloween Elisanne: Is it some manner of drawing?
Halloween Edward: It looks rather similar to the sun.
Notte: What's a sun have to do with Halloween? You think it's marking something, maybe?
Cleo: If this is suppose to be a trick, it's not a very good one.
Halloween Althemia: ...Wait. That's no random drawing; it's a sigil that attracts fiends!
The Prince: I didn't know such a thing existed.
Halloween Althemia: They do indeed — although I'm certainly surprised to find one here.
This must be why all the fiends keep attacking the Halidom.
The Prince: That certainly makes sense.
In that case, can we clean it up or erase it somehow? Or is it more complicated?
Halloween Althemia: No, simply removing the sigil should be enough to solve the problem.
Halloween Elisanne: Then let us do so at once.
Halloween Edward: If I can remove a stubborn stain from my master's tunic, I can certainly clean away this foul sketch!
The Prince: All right! That taces care of it!
Cleo: I wish we'd noticed that before; we could have saved a good deal of trouble.
Halloween Elisanne: Don't be hard on yourself — why would any of us pay heed to a mere scribble?
The Prince: Thanks for pointing it out, Silke.
Halloween Silke: Eee hee hee! It was all for you, my beloved Euden.
Halloween Edward: And with that, I do believe it is time for us to resume preparations for the Halloween party.
Luca: What, now? Can't we rest first?
Halloween Edward: Absolutely not. Do you realize just how far back this nonsense has set our schedule?
Now, come! Everyone to your posts!
Halloween Elisanne: I'm back from my patrol, Your Highness.
The Prince: Thanks, Elly. Sorry for asking you to do that on such short notice.
Halloween Elisanne: You caution was warranted; we DID just finish getting attacked by packs of fiends, after all.
However, I'm pleased to report no further signs of trouble around the castle — likely because we eliminated the sigil.
The Prince: I'm relieved to hear it.
Er, but if I can ask... Why did you go on patrol in that costume?
Halloween Elisanne: I, um... W-well, that is to say...
We simply cannot rule out the possibility of fiends attacking anew!
Sooo, er... yes. That's it.
It's certainly not because I thought it was cute and couldn't bear to take it off!
The Prince: Well, I'm glad you did.
Halloween Elisanne: You WHAT?!
The Prince: Sure! It's not every day I get to see your dressed up like that, you know?
Halloween Elisanne: Well, I suppose...
...Er, Your Highness? Might I ask you something?
Notte: Ack! Bad! REALLY bad! TERRIBAD! We've got a group of fiends attacking a nearby village.
Halloween Elisanne: Oh dear. I hope this is not our fault.
The Prince: You think they changed their target to town because we got rid of the sigil?!
Notte: That's not all!
There's this absolute monster of a fiend with a pumpkin head, and he's getting ready to go TO town ON the town!
Halloween Elisanne: We'll talk later, Euden.
Right now, saving the village must be our top priority.
It appears we still have some work to do before we can consider this matter laid to rest for good.