Thank you so much for the scans again, Haldir! ^^
Translation down here...
El Cid Chapter 9: Rusty Sword
Phobetor: Hehehe... Who would've thought this man to bring me down and expose my own body...
Phobetor: You're annoying, Saint of Athena.
Phobetor: But all right... Due to that man's doing I regained my sealed power.
Phobetor: If so...
The Dream God versus El Cid, a shocking climax!!
By the god's power, fear and tremble, humans!
Lacaille: What's this...!? The sky tore apart!?
Phobetor: I'll drag Catalanya into my homeland, the Dreamland, and annihilate it!!!
Phobetor: You will become food for me and my relatives!!!
people: Guah... Agh... Gyaa Ugh
Lacaille: What's... this... The power won't come...
El Cid: Ferusa!
El Cid: Kuh... the passion of these people is being sucked...
El Cid: ...If this goes on...
Phobetor: This town will disappear like a shimmer of hot air.
Phobetor: Just like in the times of myths!!!
Phobetor: Dream of this girl proved useful.
Phobetor: Next time I'll built it around another town and swallow it.
El Cid: ...Mi...ne...
El Cid: My power... snatched away...
Phobetor: Farewell, powerless humans!
El Cid: ...Tchh
El Cid: I won't let you!
El Cid: Neither go back to the Dreamland...
El Cid: Or devour the hearts and dreams of these people!
Phobetor: Hm... With your blood lost and your passion seeming gone...
Phobetor: You're just bluffing now.
Phobetor: Then I'll feed on you too!!!
Ferusa: ...Don't... El Cid...!!
El Cid: What's this...?
El Cid: All of a sudden my heart grows tired.
El Cid: My blade gets loose...
Ferusa: No... No way...
Ferusa: He's devouring it directly...
Ferusa: El Cid's passion... his vital energy...
Ferusa: El Ciiid!!
El Cid: ...Is this
El Cid: the cry of regret upon your tragedy?... Mine...
Mine: That's it, El Cid.
Mine: But this is a dream I had once...
Mine: I want you to end this dream... El Cid.
Mine: ...Now, the dream I want to see...
Mine: It's to see you become the Sacred Blade.
Phobetor: Can't be...!
Phobetor: The passion... I must've already sucked it out...!!!
El Cid: My passion or my dreams won't get used up...
El Cid: Because my path is that they fill one another!!!
Phobetor: You insolent...!!!
El Cid: It's true, Mine...
El Cid: It has been my dream ever since that day!
El Cid: The passion of the people is flowing back from Phobetor.
El Cid: With this
El Cid: my mission too is...
El Cid: ...Mine.
El Cid: ...You said you dream to see me becoming the Sacred Blade...
El Cid: That day I couldn't cry, neither could I tell you.
El Cid: ...I will fulfill it, for sure.
El Cid: Please, look at me, with your eyes of the sword sharpener.
El Cid: With these eyes of the Orient and their scarlet shine.
El Cid: This sword...
Ferusa: Yeah... It's the sword she started to polish, it rusted together with her.
Ferusa: All of it was the dream of this rusty sword.
Ferusa: I was a fool... Mine would've already been thinking of another dream...
El Cid: Ferusa...
Ferusa: I owe you an apology, El Cid.
Ferusa: My foolish convictions nearly brought forth enormous suffering.
Ferusa: This time for sure I will find my own path... The one to redeem my faults.
people: Get out...! Run away...!!
Lacaille: Well, here was such a huge town. I can't quite believe it, eh!
Lacaille: And it really disappeared without a trace, eh!
Lacaille: But it's good all the spectators escaped, eh!
Lacaille: Truly this world was a fleeting dream.
Lacaille: Mr El Cid, you still look as if you wouldn't understand, eh.
El Cid: ...Of course.
El Cid: The path to become a Saint involves a loneliness ordinary person can't stand.
El Cid: If you want to draw back, now is the time, Lacaille.
Lacaille: I understood that much when I saw you fighting, Mr El Cid.
Lacaille: But by no means I feel half-hearted!
Laccaile: That's the path I chose myself!
Lacaille: Well! Please, think of it as of a bonus to my father's blade, eh!
El Cid: I won't accept an escape.
Lacaille: Yes sir!
Lacaille: For sure, I'll catch up!!
There is no end to the path of improving oneself!