﻿\setgamedatatitle("Beatrice_04")

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A throne illuminated by the light of torches.
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The crackling sound of burning pine resin echoes through the
air.
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\text("Caym")
......
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In that setting, Caym sits alone on the throne, eyes closed.
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There are no guards present, nor any women serving at his
side.
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\text("Caym")
...A hundred years, huh.
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Caym quietly murmured those words.
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\text("Caym")
Looking back, it felt long, but it was over in a flash...
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Caym traces back his memories from a hundred years ago.
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Almost without fail, whenever he looks back, the first thing
he encounters is his sister's death.
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When Caym was ten, his sister Beatrice, who was eleven at
the time... was raped and then killed right before his eyes
by invaders.
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All Caym, powerless as he was, could do was watch from the
shadows as his dead sister's horn was broken off.
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The only reason powerless Caym is alive now is because
Beatrice hid him away.
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...And because she made herself a decoy to draw the
invaders' attention away from him.
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\text("Caym")
...Nee-san...
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With his country burned to the ground, Caym barely escaped
with his life and began a life of wandering.
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A child barely ten years old.
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On top of that, for a Diabolica to survive in human society
meant enduring hardships beyond description.

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But Caym endured it all and survived.
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His hatred for the humans who destroyed his country and
brutally murdered Beatrice gave Caym the will and strength
to live.
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One year, two years, three years.
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Caym continued his journey, drifting from place to place.
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At first, he thought only of gaining strength and taking
back what had been stolen from him.
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Caym's mind was consumed with thoughts of revenge against
the humans.
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But after about five years of wandering, Caym saw many
things.
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And he realized that the humiliation he suffered was nothing
special.
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No matter the race or country, the friction between those
who exploit and those who are exploited always existed.
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And the tragedies that came with it could be found
everywhere.
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When a merchant caravan was attacked, the men were killed,
and the women were raped and then sold as slaves.
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In another region, a lord had reinstated the right of the
first night, claiming all the women in his domain as his
own.
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Differences in race and skin color.
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Differences in religion, values, and ways of thinking.
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People 'discover' those who are different from themselves,
and want to distinguish them as something separate.
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Those who are greater in number or stronger in power
distinguish those who are fewer or weaker, and prey upon
them.
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\text("Caym")
...Hmph.
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Caym thinks.
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So, what about himself?
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What is it that he should do?
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Currently, in the Nilt region, each race has formed its own
nation.
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In every one of those countries, the Diabolica are a
minority and are oppressed.
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However, the Demon Lord's army, led by the Diabolica―who had
been a minority―occupied Lusario.
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Because of this, some Diabolica began to make extreme
statements against the Brightleaf, who had discriminated
against them until now.
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Kill them.
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Make them slaves.
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But Caym did not listen.
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\text("Caym")
If I jump into that chain of hatred too, what would that
accomplish?
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Caym has an ideal.
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A wish he wants to fulfill.
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A collective made up of existing nations and races coming
together.
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He wants to dismantle that.
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And create a country where various races, religions, and
people coexist.
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If he could make that a reality, what would happen?

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Humans of all different skin colors, Brightleaf, and
Diabolica.
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Even orcs―who are considered monsters―walking the streets
like it's normal, a country like that.

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If that could be realized, what would the world look like?

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Everyday life would become even more chaotic.
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When individuals with different ideas and ways of thinking
gather, of course there will be friction.
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Work efficiency might drop, and as a result, people of the
same race might try to gather together again.
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But if you want to live in society, such conflicts are
fundamentally unavoidable.

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Even people who should think alike sometimes can't
understand each other and end up parting ways.
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But Caym accepts that.
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If you can't accept differences, if you hate them and try to
purify your race or faith, you'll end up fostering and
inviting unnecessary hatred.
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And as a result, a lot of blood will be shed.
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It's said that the fundamental philosophy of the Diabolica
race is 'chaos and change.'
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If that's the case, then the country Caym envisions is
exactly what the Diabolica are all about.

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\text("Caym")
...Maybe Risbell is thinking that far ahead too.

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But Caym has never talked to Risbell about these thoughts.

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He thinks the distance between him and Risbell right now is
just right... that's how he feels.

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\text("Beatrice")
―Did something happen with Risbell-chan?
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\text("Caym")
...
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Caym slowly opens his eyes.
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Then, out of the darkness where the torchlight doesn't
reach, Beatrice appears.
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\text("Beatrice")
Oh my, even though you've finally reunited with your beloved
big sister, you look a little down.
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Beatrice clicks her heels as she approaches Caym.

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\text("Caym")
This reunion was just so sudden, it doesn't feel real.

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Caym gives a wry smile.
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A reunion of siblings after about a hundred years.
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And with the sister who was killed right before his eyes,
meeting again.
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\text("Beatrice")
Do you think I'm a ghost or something?
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\text("Caym")
Or... maybe something else entirely.
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\text("Beatrice")
Oh, that's so mean. I guess it can't be helped. Well then...
maybe this will convince you?

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Saying that, Beatrice walks up to the throne and hugs Caym's
head as he sits there.

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\text("Caym")
...
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\text("Beatrice")
See? My body is right here, isn't it? Even so, do you still
think I'm a ghost?
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The deep valley of her ample chest.
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The soft sensation of her breasts.
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And he can hear it... her heartbeat pounding like a drum.
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\text("Caym")
...No, sorry for doubting you. It's definitely you, nee-san.
You even smell like you used to.

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Caym closes his eyes and rests his head against Beatrice.
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Beatrice gently strokes her little brother's head.

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\text("Beatrice")
Hey, I heard about you... from everyone. You're really
loved, aren't you?
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\text("Caym")
Is that so?
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\text("Beatrice")
Especially by women, it seems like they really adore you.

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\text("Caym")
Well, yeah. If I like a woman, I always make her mine.

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\text("Beatrice")
I see. So, what about me? Am I a woman you like, Caym? Or...
am I just your sister?

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\text("Caym")
...What are you getting at?
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\text("Beatrice")
Hehe... You already know, don't you? You're surprisingly
mean.
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Beatrice looks down at Caym's face, her cheeks flushing
slightly.
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\text("Beatrice")
You know, I'm jealous. Caym, you're my little brother,
right? My one and only little brother who I love so much I
can't stand it.
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\text("Beatrice")
And that precious little brother of mine loves women other
than me. Don't you think... that's kind of sad?
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\text("Caym")
...
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\text("Beatrice")
Can you hear my heartbeat...? It's really... fast, isn't it?
I'm so nervous right now.

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\text("Beatrice")
I'm so scared and anxious, wondering when you'll push my
arms away.
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Her usual fearless smile is gone.
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Instead, Beatrice's face is now filled with anxiety.

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\text("Beatrice")
Can't your onee-chan... become one of your favorites?

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\text("Caym")
W-What are you saying?
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Hearing Beatrice's trembling voice, Caym panics.

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His sister, whom he hasn't seen in so long, is so beautiful
and overflowing with a mysterious allure.
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\text("Caym")
E-Even if you're my sister... If you're a woman I like...

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\text("Beatrice")
So, you'll even take your onee-chan?

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Suddenly, Beatrice beams with a bright smile.
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And then she reaches for Caym's crotch...

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\text("Caym")
Gwah!?
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She grabs his hard cock through his pants.

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\text("Beatrice")
Ahh, thank goodness♪ If you'd said it was gross because
we're siblings, I would've killed myself right here.

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\text("Caym")
H-Hey, wait. Let go of me.
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\text("Beatrice")
So will you take your onee-chan just like this?

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\text("Beatrice")
Whenever I heard the other women happily talking about how
you held them, I was just so jealous I couldn't stand it.

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Beatrice straddles Caym's lap as he sits on the throne and
starts to pull down his pants.
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\text("Caym")
That's why I said listen to me! Right here, right now...

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\text("Risbell")
Oh my, Caym-sama, you're here quite early.

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As Beatrice and Caym are tussling, Risbell arrives with her
subordinates in tow.
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\text("Risbell")
Well, that's unusual... Wait, huh?
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Risbell freezes as she witnesses Beatrice about to pounce on
Caym.

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\text("Caym")
Oh, perfect timing, Risbell! Let's start the war council
right now!!
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\text("Beatrice")
Oh, so that's what this was about. Well then, let's save the
sex for another time.

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Without a hint of shame, Beatrice steps away from Caym.

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\text("Risbell")
Wha―s-se... sex!? Wha, what?

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\text("Beatrice")
Well then, see you next time, Caym♪ Mwah♪

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Blowing a kiss, Beatrice leaves the throne room.

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\text("Risbell")
U-um... uh, C-Caym-sama...? Don't tell me, you and your
sister...
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\text("Caym")
If you saw it, you'd know! I was the one being attacked!!

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\text("Caym")
Seriously, even as a joke, she goes way too far.
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Muttering to himself, Caym fixes his disheveled clothes.

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Especially his lower half―it takes him quite a while to get
his still-erect cock back in place.
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\text("Risbell")
Heh... A joke, huh? For a joke, you seem pretty ready for
action, Caym-sama.
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\text("Caym")
Ugh...
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Risbell's deadpan stare hits him right where it hurts, and
Caym breaks out in a cold sweat.
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\text("Risbell")
Well, it's not really my business.
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\text("Caym")
Ugh, what a waste of time. Hurry up and start the war
council! I'm going to sleep―wake me when it's over!

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Caym plops back down on the throne, crosses his legs high,
and settles in for a nap.
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He continues to endure Risbell's cold stare for a while
after, but Caym ignores it with iron will.

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