﻿\setgamedatatitle("Morte_02")

\text("Agri")
Alright! This is the last one! Take this!
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Without showing a hint of fatigue, Agri slashes down the
last undead.
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\text("Agri")
Hell yeah! Ooooooh!
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\text
He shakes the sweat from his brow and lets out a berserker's
victorious roar.
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\text("Margaretta")
Alright, tend to the wounded, quickly! If you're unhurt,
reform the ranks!
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\text("Risbell")
...They're tough, as expected. And there are so many of
them.
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\text("Caym")
Yeah. But it looks like our ace is back in top form, so as
long as we put him at the front, we should be fine, right?

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\text("Risbell")
Yes... Just that alone makes this assault worth it.

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\text
In fact, during this battle, Agri had been fighting like a
demon all by himself.
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―Any fear of the undead seemed to have completely vanished.

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\text("Agri")
Heh...! Kukukuku! Come at me from anywhere. Right now, I'm
invincible...!

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\text("Margaretta")
Hmm. More than just back to normal, you're in top shape,
Berserker.
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\text("Agri")
Hell yeah. That's the power of love for you.
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\text("Agri")
...Watch me, Morte. I'm gonna cut down every last one of
these monsters and get you out of this labyrinth!

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\text("Margaretta")
Hm... W-Well, that's up to her own will, you know... But
whatever.

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\text
Even during the fight, Margaretta left the front line to
Agri, who was in top form, and focused on supporting him.
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\text
Thanks to that, despite the fierce battle, casualties were
kept to a minimum.
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\text("Margaretta")
If you can just keep this up until the end of this battle,
that would be great... Hm!?

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\text("Margaretta")
Speak of the devil, here she comes... The enemy boss.

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\text("Agri")
Morte!?
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\text
At the enemy's retreat, among those being driven back, the
beautiful woman in black―Morte―appeared.

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\text("Agri")
Heh...! Morte. I took out most of your monsters myself.

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\text("Agri")
Or what, did you come out here because you just couldn't
stop thinking about me?
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\text
Agri taps his shoulder with his sword, trying to look cool
as he smiles.
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\text
But Morte herself doesn't seem interested in Agri at all,
glancing around restlessly.

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\text("Morte")
Not you... The one with the horn, is the one with the horn
not here...?
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\text("Agri")
The one with the horn...?
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\text("Morte")
Ah... there you are...! The one with the horn! Oh, I've been
wanting to see you...!
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\text
The pale color of Morte's cheeks suddenly flushes with a
rosy hue.
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Everyone follows her gaze―
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\text("Caym")
――So it's me. Heh, you just couldn't forget about me, so you
came all the way out here, huh?

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\text("Morte")
That's right... Oh, those horns, they're just as beautiful
as I thought.
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\text("Agri")
Ugh... grrgh...
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Agri lets out a groan, trembling as if he's trying to endure
something.
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\text("Margaretta")
Don't cry. ...Well, that's just how the world works
sometimes.
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\text("Agri")
I-I'm not crying! This is... it's just sweat!

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\text("Risbell")
――Your lucky streak was short-lived.
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\text("Morte")
...? What are you all arguing about?
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Morte tilts her head in confusion.
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\text("Caym")
It's nothing. Just our own business――anyway.

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\text("Caym")
You said you came to see me, right? So basically, you were
drawn in by the charm of the great Caym, and fell for me at
first sight.
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\text("Morte")
That's right...! Oh, those horns, the shape of your skull,
the smoothness of the connection, the way they curl...
truly... beautiful.
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Morte gazes dreamily at Caym's horns.

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\text("Caym")
Oh? So you get it. How cool these horns are.

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\text("Morte")
Yes...! May I pet them?
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\text("Caym")
That's something to look forward to later. ...So, does that
mean you're going to follow me as one of my subordinates
from now on?
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\text("Morte")
That would... be fine... but...
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Morte fidgets, giving a shy, embarrassed smile.
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\text("Caym")
What is it? Do you have a problem with that?
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\text("Morte")
...You're alive.
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\text("Caym")
....................
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\text("Morte")
....................
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\text("Caym")
...So that's what it is after all. You perverted bitch.

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\text("Morte")
If you died, you'd be even more... wonderful... Just
imagining it... ahh... it's making me wet...

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\text("Morte")
What do you say? Caym... Why don't you try dying, just once?
You might actually like it.

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\text("Caym")
There's no 'trying' about it! If I die, that's the end of my
life!
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\text("Caym")
Ugh, forget it. I'm done with this. Let's just get back to
fighting, okay?

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\text("Morte")
...It won't end...
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\text("Caym")
...Huh?
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\text("Morte")
It won't... end... Death is only the beginning.
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\text
Morte takes a puff from that ominous pipe of hers, exhaling
slowly...
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But instead of smoke, what drifts in and out of the pipe's
mouthpiece is a pale, phosphorescent, translucent
spirit-like thing.
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\text("Morte")
This is... the soul of the dead... With this, I can listen
to the stories of the departed... savor them, and enjoy
them...
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\text("Morte")
Your soul, too, will soon become my companion for long
conversations...
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\text("Morte")
And your leftover body... I'll revive it, and make use of
that as well...
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\text("Caym")
...So I'll become an immortal soldier. That's a chilling
thought.
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\text("Morte")
A soldier? ...I wouldn't use such a beautiful corpse as
yours for something like that.
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Morte flashes a bewitching, seductive smile.
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\text("Morte")
I've got something much... better in mind...!
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\text("Caym")
I can imagine... but only after I'm dead!
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Behind Caym, his subordinates and soldiers ready their
weapons with a sharp motion.
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\text("Caym")
Sorry, but neither I nor my men have any intention of
becoming your little treats. Not our bodies, not our souls.
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\text("Morte")
Even if you don't intend to... I won't let you leave here
alive...!
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\text
In place of the retreating undead, a new group―clearly far
more powerful at a glance―begins to emerge from behind.

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\text("Risbell")
Caym-sama! Please stop provoking her! S-something really
crazy is coming...!
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\text("Caym")
Hmph! Either way, unless we take down every last one of
these bastards, we won't get the treasure or that woman!

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\text("Agri")
Damn it, ugh...! Shit! If that's how it is, then let's do
this! Ooooooh!

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\text
Agri lets out a desperate scream, almost in a fit of
reckless abandon.
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\text
The battle for the graveyard enters its next phase――
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