﻿\setgamedatatitle("Lusario\nConquest of the Second City, Ezorn")

\text("El")
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\text
Together with the defense force, El fought to protect Ezorn.
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\text
But despite their valiant efforts, they were defeated by the
Demon Lord's army, and the barrier was weakened―a miserable
outcome.
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\text
Among the enemy troops, El could see the faces of Farta's
defense force... her former subordinates.
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\text
They were treating the wounded Brightleaf and the others
alongside the monsters.
\endtext

\text("Brightleaf")
Oh, Captain. You were in Ezorn?
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\text("El")
Ah... Is it bad if I was...?
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\text("Brightleaf")
No, that's not what I meant. I heard you were investigating
Rudol.

\endtext

\text("El")
Ugh...! P-please don't bring up such a sore spot...

\endtext

\text("Brightleaf")
Huh...? Please don't move, I'm treating you.

\endtext

\text("El")
Th-thank you. But, why are you with the Demon Lord's army?

\endtext

\text("Brightleaf")
Well, because we lost. But...

\endtext

\text("Brightleaf")
But we're here to help Lady Tiela. It's not like we've
joined up with that guy.

\endtext

\text("El")
Lady Tiela...?
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\text
―Even though you surrendered to the Demon Lord's army?
\endtext

\text
El naturally turned her gaze to Caym, who was yawning
absentmindedly.
\endtext

\text("El")
(Come to think of it, no one died... Did he go easy on us?)

\endtext

\text("El")
(They're even treating our wounds... Why would they do
something like this?)
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\text
Tilting her head, El pondered.
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\text
The Demon Lord she imagined was a villain. At the very
least, not someone who would help others... or so she
thought.
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\text
But the real Demon Lord seemed to be just a little bit
different.
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\text("El")
(The Demon Lord... could he actually be a good person?)
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\text
As she stared at the Demon Lord, another Diabolica
approached him.
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\text("Agri")
I've brought the mayor.
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\text("Mayor Ezorn")
Ugh... P-please... just spare my life... my life, please...!

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Now then, you'll tell us everything you know about Rudol. If
you don't...

\endtext

\text("Mayor Ezorn")
Alright... I'll tell you everything I know...

\endtext

\text("El")
Huh...? But you said you didn't know anything!?

\endtext

\text("Mayor Ezorn")
Ugh... that's...
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\text("Caym")
Enough, just spit it out. I'm not that patient of a guy.

\endtext

\text
Glaring at him, Caym made the mayor start talking, bit by
bit.
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\text
He revealed that on the outskirts of Ezorn, there was a
villa belonging to Rudol called the 'Museum.'
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\text
Rudol would often come by whenever he found the time.

\endtext

\text
However, nobody knew what was actually inside the 'Museum.'

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\text
And, its existence was never to be spoken of―

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\text("El")
Ugh... I was tricked...
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\text("Caym")
You're an idiot for believing him so easily. Still, it's
curious... why go to such lengths to hide it?

\endtext

\text("Agri")
If they're hiding it, it must be pretty bad. So, what do we
do?
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\text("Risbell")
At the very least, let's check out what's inside.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
We might even find out Rudol's real reason for declaring
war.
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\text("Old Brightleaf")
Then, could you take us along partway as well...?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
You guys are interested too?
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\text("Old Brightleaf")
Win or lose... once the fighting is over, I was thinking of
performing the Ritual of Transmigration...

\endtext

\text("Old Brightleaf")
We won't get in the Demon Lord Army's way. Please, grant
this old man's final request...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
...Fine. But our business comes first.

\endtext

\text
And so, with a few elderly Brightleafs in tow, Caym and the
others set out for Rudol's villa.

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\text
Heading north from Ezorn and walking for a while, they found
the 'Museum.'
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\text
The building was hollowed out from a giant tree trunk,
hidden from the outside... or perhaps protected, that's how
it stood.
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\text("Spacchio")
For a villa, this is... kinda weird.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Yes... these walls are anti-magic crystals. They're blocking
the magic inside so it can't be detected.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
So that's how badly they want to hide something. ...And why
are you tagging along?
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\text("El")
My investigation of Lord Rudol isn't finished! We finally
have a lead. Of course I'm coming!

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Investigation...? Did you suspect something about Rudol?

\endtext

\text("El")
Hau... well, it's more like a woman's intuition or
something...
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\text("Risbell")
I thought you had some proof?
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\text("El")
Well, he looks at Lady Tiela weirdly, sometimes talks to
strange people, and he even tried to fight you guys...

\endtext

\text("El")
And I heard that even here in Ezorn, he was sneaking around
at night, so that's why I came.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
...There are a few things that bother me, but most of it is
just baseless suspicion.
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\text("El")
But, going out at night when there are bandits around is
really suspicious. It's dangerous...
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\text("Margaretta")
...Hm? Bandits, you say?
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\text("El")
Yes... There have been incidents for years now. They're
terrible people who kidnap children. But we've never been
able to catch them...
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\text("Margaretta")
Hmm... Escaping through the forest, huh...
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\text("Caym")
Anyway, let's head inside.
\endtext

\text
Ignoring Margaretta, who was deep in thought, Caym stepped
into the museum ahead of the others.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
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\text
He stopped in his tracks just after stepping inside.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Is something wrong?
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\text("Caym")
No... Risbell, you probably shouldn't look.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Huh? What do you mean? Let me see too...

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
...What is this?
\endtext

\text("El")
No fair, I want to see t--...oo...
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\text
Rudol's villa, the 'Museum.'
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\text
It was, indeed, a ≪Museum≫.
\endtext

\text
Diabolica horns, horns, and more horns, all displayed
beautifully on the walls―
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\text
Greeting them was the stuffed body of a Diabolica woman,
still beautiful even now―
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\text
Diabolica eyes, lit up so the color of their irises could be
seen clearly―
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\text
This was a museum of Diabolica.
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\text("Caym")
I don't like the items, but I could get along with the
collector.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
...This is the worst. Caym-sama, do you have a hobby like
this too?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
I meant as a fellow collector. Even I don't have tastes this
bad.
\endtext

\text("El")
Ugh... I really don't want to, but let's start
investigating. I hope we find some kind of villainous
evidence...
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
I'll help.
\endtext

\text("Agri")
He talks about abstinence, but look at this. Politicians are
all the same everywhere.
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\text("Spacchio")
But yeah, I get why he'd want to keep this hidden. You can't
show this to anyone.
\endtext

\text("Margaretta")
...That's true. But if that's the case... it might be just
as I thought.

\endtext

\text
While Margaretta started looking around too, Risbell became
absorbed in some documents.
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\text
Among the Diabolica collection, there was one section that
looked different from the rest.
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\text
A pile of dozens of stacked books. I pick up one of them.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
...The Great Destruction... Once, a flood of light occurred,
and everything on the surface was swallowed by the light...

\endtext

\text("El")
And then, the few surviving spirits revived our ancestors
and the forest... That's the legend of Silver Moon.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Is that a common legend around here?
\endtext

\text("El")
Yes. Actually, there's more to it―after restoring the
forest, Lady Silver Moon defeated the Demon Lord and brought
peace...
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Noro, I want to take some of these things back with me. Can
you help?
\endtext

\text("Noro")
............
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\text("El")
Are you ignoring me!? This is where it gets interesting!!

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
I'll listen to the rest later. ...Caym-sama?

\endtext

\text
Risbell suddenly noticed Caym staring absentmindedly at a
certain horn.
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\text
That horn alone was stored in a transparent case, making it
impossible to even touch.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
............
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\text
Caym kept watching for a while, then suddenly raised his
fist―
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\text("Caym")
...No doubt about it.
\endtext

\text
He smashed the case, grabbed the horn inside, and tucked it
into his coat.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
...Caym-sama, you have terrible taste.
\endtext

\text
Risbell frowned deeply, showing obvious displeasure.

\endtext

\text
To her, Caym replied in his usual tone.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
It's Nee-san's horn.
\endtext

\text
His sister's horn... That must mean it's the horn of Caym's
sister, Beatrice, who died when Hados fell.

\endtext

\text
Completely caught off guard, Risbell panicked and fumbled
her response.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Huh? Ah... I-I'm so sorry!

\endtext

\text
But Caym didn't seem to care about Risbell's reaction and
turned back to El and the others.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
No, don't worry about it. More importantly, how about you
guys?
\endtext

\text("El")
...We didn't find anything.
\endtext

\text("Margaretta")
That's not quite true. Just as I thought. Here... look at
this list.
\endtext

\text
What Margaretta found was some kind of list.

\endtext

\text("El")
What's that?
\endtext

\text("Margaretta")
...It's probably a list of business partners. And a very
recent one at that.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Business partners?
\endtext

\text("Margaretta")
Yeah... They're all nobles or royalty from neighboring
countries. Vexation is on the list too.

\endtext

\text("Margaretta")
And all of them are countries that oppress the Diabolica.

\endtext

\text("El")
So...?
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
So, all these items in the collection were obtained from the
people on that list... is that it...?

\endtext

\text
Margaretta nodded, probably.
\endtext

\text
Since the true nature of the museum was hidden, it's safe to
say the deals themselves were illegal.
\endtext

\text
The very fact that this list exists here proves it.

\endtext

\text
And as for what was traded from this side―
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\text("El")
Um... Don't just keep it between the two of you, let me in
on it too.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Well... It's a bit hard to say in front of you, El-san...

\endtext

\text("El")
...?
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
If it's a trade, that means we also gave them something.
Something of equal value to these.

\endtext

\text("El")
Hmm... So, something rare and really expensive?

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Yes. And something that collectors would love, something
they'd want to keep trading for.
\endtext

\text("El")
...Delicious food?
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
...No. El-san, you mentioned it, didn't you? About the
bandits showing up...
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\text("El")
I did, didn't I?
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
............
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\text("Caym")
...
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\text
Caym sighed as he met Risbell's eyes.
\endtext

\text
But when he realized what she meant, he spoke up, looking
annoyed.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Basically, they're trading the kids kidnapped by the bandits
for this stuff.
\endtext

\text("El")
Huh...?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
The culprit is probably one of Rudol's men. The reason we
can't find them is because Rudol made a secret escape route.

\endtext

\text("El")
Is that true...?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
It's just a guess, but people with these kinds of hobbies
are never any good.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Whether it's the bandits or Rudol, weren't there always
things that seemed off about them?
\endtext

\text("El")
Ah...
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\text("Risbell")
...Caym-sama, it's about time.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Yeah... But first, burn this place to the ground. At least
give them a proper send-off.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Understood. Leave the rest to me.
\endtext

\text("El")
............
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\text
El followed Caym outside.
\endtext

\text
Her head was overflowing, packed full with everything that
had just happened all at once.
\endtext

\text("El")
(...The Demon Lord was right. There were so many suspicious
things...)
\endtext

\text
Even when the children were kidnapped, Rudol didn't seem
surprised or even angry.
\endtext

\text
There were no signs of a struggle, and the bandits left no
trace at all―
\endtext

\text
―Could it really be true?
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\text
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\text
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\text
......
\endtext

\text
There was a massive hole there.
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\text
It was so big, it could swallow up a small town whole.

\endtext

\text
You couldn't see the bottom. There was no wind, no lava
spewing out.
\endtext

\text
It was just unnaturally clean, as if nothing had ever been
there.
\endtext

\text
Standing at the edge of the hole were about ten elderly
Brightleafs.
\endtext

\text
Their tired, enlightened expressions left a strong
impression.
\endtext

\text
What kind of ritual was this 'Rite of Transmigration,'
anyway?
\endtext

\text("Old Brightleaf")
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\endtext

\text("Caym")
...Are they planning to offer up a prayer over there or
something?
\endtext

\text("El")
No. It's not a ceremony to offer prayers―it's a ritual to
return to the earth.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Return to the earth...?
\endtext

\text
He understood what she meant in the next moment.

\endtext

\text("Old Brightleaf")
O spirit, I return this body to the earth. Please, grant
your blessing―
\endtext

\text
With no fear or hesitation, the Brightleafs spoke and then
fell into the hole.

\endtext

\text
It wasn't a metaphor. Right before Caym and the others, they
threw themselves in.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
What the hell are they doing? Is this some kind of extreme
test of courage?
\endtext

\text("El")
...Demon Lord, you really have no tact.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Don't force yourself to use big words. It just makes you
look dumber.
\endtext

\text("El")
Ugh...
\endtext

\text("Brightleaf Soldier")
We're just like you guys―long-lived. So, when the 'calling'
comes, that's how we die.

\endtext

\text("El")
That was my line...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Calling?
\endtext

\text("El")
Yes, yes, yes! The 'calling' is the dream you see when
you've lived your life to the fullest!

\endtext

\text("Caym")
So, when you start seeing this 'calling,' you jump in there?

\endtext

\text("El")
That's right.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
...I don't get it at all.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
If it's called a ritual, there must be some meaning to it,
right?
\endtext

\text("Brightleaf Soldier")
This forest is what nurtured our lives. So, by falling to
the earth, we return to the land, and this time, we become
the blessing.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
...How pointless.
\endtext

\text("Agri")
Either way, it's not something pleasant to watch.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Once I take over Lusario, I'm banning this ritual... huh?

\endtext

\text("Agri")
Boss?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Why is that thing coming out...?
\endtext

\text
It was a Kiramushi.
\endtext

\text
From the huge hole where the Brightleafs fell, a flood of
light began to rise.
\endtext

\text
It shone with a dazzling brilliance unlike anything before,
beautifully illuminating the entire area.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Wow... so many Kiramushi...
\endtext

\text("Margaretta")
Hmm. But they look a bit different from the usual Kiramushi.
The light is stronger. El, what is this...?

\endtext

\text("El")
Well... Grandpa said it's proof that the earth has accepted
the souls that returned.
\endtext

\text("El")
Last year was even more amazing. More people returned, and
the Kiramushi were just everywhere...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Hmph... It's not impressive at all. What's so great about
Kiramushi? They're just a bunch of trash bugs.
\endtext

\text("El")
...What's wrong?
\endtext

\text("Spacchio")
The Demon Lord doesn't like Kiramushi. I think they're
beautiful, though.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
When it's this bright, it just hurts my eyes. No different
from pests. Damn it, why are they coming near me...?

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
............?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Tch, we're done here! Let's get back!

\endtext

\text
Risbell tilted her head in confusion.
\endtext

\text
――Did Caym realize it, I wonder.
\endtext

\text
The Kiramushi were persistently flying around Caym.

\endtext

\text
To be more precise, they were swarming around Caym's breast
pocket... right near his chest.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
(His breast pocket... Could it be, they're not after Lord
Caym, but my sister's horn...?)
\endtext

\text
No, that can't be. Kiramushi shouldn't have that kind of
intelligence.
\endtext

\text
Risbell shook off the thought and hurried after Caym.

\endtext

\text
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\text
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\text
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\endtext

\text("El")
Huh...? You're letting me go?

\endtext

\text
Even after returning to town, the grumpy Caym went straight
back to the labyrinth.
\endtext

\text
That meant, by position, Risbell was the one who could
decide what to do with El.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Yes. That would be more convenient for you too, wouldn't it?

\endtext

\text
She didn't make her a prisoner, nor did she kill her. Nor
did she demand anything in return.
\endtext

\text
Unconditionally, Risbell released El.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
You have things to do. I don't think you have time to be
hanging around here.

\endtext

\text("El")
Risbell-san... thank you so much!

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
No, no. I doubt you'll get anywhere investigating Rudol, so
why not look into the bandits instead?

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
With the war going on, kidnapping would be easy. They should
be able to move more freely now.
\endtext

\text("El")
I see...! Alright, I'll get going!

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
I'm not done talking yet... Sigh... Where does she even plan
to start investigating...?

\endtext

\text("Margaretta")
What are you thinking? We haven't even decided if it's
Rudol's doing yet.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Exactly. That's why I'm having her look into it. This way,
we can focus on the invasion.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
If she finds evidence, we might be able to bring him down
without a fight, right?

\endtext

\text("Margaretta")
Haa... So that's your plan. I hope El pulls it off.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
..................
\endtext

\text
Risbell couldn't quite bring herself to say, It'll be fine.

\endtext

\text
――Meanwhile, Caym, who had returned ahead of them, had shut
himself away in his bedroom.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
...Hmm. Not bad at all.
\endtext

\text
He lined a lacquered box he bought in Farta with cotton and
silk, and placed his sister's memento on top.

\endtext

\text
This was the real reason he came back to the labyrinth
first.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
...If I had a photo, it would look even better... Hmm.

\endtext

\text
My sister... Beatrice's horn.
\endtext

\text
For Caym, his only family memories are those with Beatrice.

\endtext

\text
He doesn't have a single memento or belonging from his
family.
\endtext

\text
He thought there was nothing left that remained in physical
form―
\endtext

\text
He never imagined that some random, unknown man would have
it.
\endtext

\text
If that's the case, it would've been better if it had stayed
in Vexation's storage.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
..................
\endtext

\text
He had obtained his sister's keepsake. With Risbell around,
Ezorn and El should be fine too.

\endtext

\text
There's still a little time before Risbell returns.

\endtext

\text
Not fighting the drowsiness overtaking him, Caym decided to
indulge in a nap.
\endtext

\text
And then, just before he closed his eyes, he definitely saw
a Kiramushi flying at the edge of his
vision....................
\endtext

\text
―Wait. Was that a Kiramushi?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
...Sneaking into my holy bedroom, huh? You've got some
nerve...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
S...
\endtext

\text("？？？")
Oh... Were you awake?
\endtext

\text("Caym")
....................What?
\endtext

\text
His sleepiness vanished.
\endtext

\text
There was a Diabolica woman. And not just any woman―she was
so stunning, he wouldn't have minded if she slit his throat
in his sleep.
\endtext

\text
Her face, her chest, her stomach, her ass, her legs―every
part of her was top-class, and her whole body was perfectly
balanced.
\endtext

\text
She didn't just tug at Caym's heartstrings―she clung to them
completely.
\endtext

\text
For some reason, this beauty was in his room.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
(No, that's fine. Actually, that's great. A night visit is a
reward. I won't even ask how she got in...)

\endtext

\text
Yes. The problem was something else. This was a serious
situation.
\endtext

\text
There was no mistaking the horns on her head.
\endtext

\text
Those were Beatrice's.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
...Nee-san?
\endtext

\text("Beatrice")
Yeah. It's been a while♪ You've grown up, Caym.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
...Huh?
\endtext

\text("Beatrice")
Well, I guess it's no wonder you're surprised. I did die 120
years ago.
\endtext

\text
Yes, that's how it should be.
\endtext

\text
Right in front of Caym, she was raped and killed.

\endtext

\text("Beatrice")
But you know, Caym looked so lonely...

\endtext

\text("Beatrice")
Nee-san just couldn't help herself... I just had to come
back as a ghost♪
\endtext

\text("Caym")
No, come on... that's impossible. Even if your Soul stayed
in this world, if your body is dead...

\endtext

\text("Beatrice")
That's not true. I had a 'model' to follow, and more than
anything, with my deep, intense love for you, Caym, this
much is easy.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
That doesn't explain anything. Anyway, start from the
beginning...
\endtext

\text("Beatrice")
Ahh, I missed you so much, Caym~♪
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Ugh...!?
\endtext

\text("Beatrice")
Hey, Caym, how about you? Are you happy to see Nee-san?
Nee-san is super happy, you know?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Ah, okay, okay. I'm happy. I'm happy too, so please listen
to me.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
(...This softness of her breasts, it's real. These horns,
and the way she never listens and always wants
attention―it's just like Nee-san.)
\endtext

\text
The only difference is that the Beatrice in my memories was
a girl.
\endtext

\text
At the very least, she didn't have such a killer body back
then.
\endtext

\text
I can tell the horns are probably the cause... but still.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Excuse me, Caym-sama――
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
About the pacification of Ezorn...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
............
\endtext

\text("Beatrice")
............
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
....................
\endtext

\text
Silence.
\endtext

\text
Then, Caym thought he heard the sound of a blood vessel
snapping.
\endtext

\text
And finally.
\endtext

\text
The sound of the doorknob breaking.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
...My apologies, Caym-sama. I got a little carried away and
broke the doorknob.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
O-oh... uh, that's, well. I'll fix it. Yeah.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Yes, please do. Don't trouble others over a single door. By
the way...

\endtext

\text("Caym")
Y-yeah.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
By the way, who is that woman, and why are you two
hugging...? You'll explain, won't you?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
...Calm down, Risbell. I don't really get it either.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
You will explain it to me.
\endtext

\text
――Yeah, there's no way to talk my way out of this. If I mess
up, I could get killed.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
...Sorry. Hard to believe, but this is my sister.
\endtext

\text("Beatrice")
Nice to meet you, Risbell-chan. I'm Beatrice, his sister.
Pleased to meet you.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
............
\endtext

\text("Beatrice")
Oh? You don't know me? If you know Caym, you should know
about me too, right?

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
...Yes. But it seems you've gotten on in years a bit.

\endtext

\text("Beatrice")
Oh, sure. After 120 years, you can become a grown woman. You
too, Ris~♪
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
That's none of your business. And don't call me so casually.
Caym-sama, please get her out of the labyrinth immediately!

\endtext

\text("Beatrice")
Oh my. I was thinking of helping Caym out, you know?

\endtext

\text("Caym")
...Huh?
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
I do not permit it.
\endtext

\text("Beatrice")
No? But I'm useful, you know?
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
No. I can't allow someone of unknown origin into the Demon
Lord's army. Please leave.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
...If Nee-san wants to, let her.

\endtext

\text("Beatrice")
Hehe♪
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Not this time. Caym-sama, please reconsider.

\endtext

\text
Even though he knew it would come to this, Caym had no
choice but to accept Beatrice.

\endtext

\text
He knew her personality very well.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
...It's pointless. She'll just follow us anyway. I have no
choice but to allow it.
\endtext

\text
His words sounded half resigned... but Caym looked a little
happy.
\endtext

\text
With that kind of expression, Risbell couldn't argue back.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
...I see. If that's what you say, Caym-sama, then I'll obey.
Yes, I'll obey.

\endtext

\text("Beatrice")
Thank you, Risbell-chan. By the way, where's my room?

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
I'll prepare it right away. So please wait in the throne
room. I'll have a monster guide you.

\endtext

\text("Beatrice")
Okay~. See you later then.
\endtext

\text
Beatrice headed for the throne room with her monster guide.

\endtext

\text
After making sure of that, Risbell glared at Caym again.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Caym-sama...
\endtext

\text("Caym")
I know what you want to say, but I really don't get it
either. I can't answer you.

\endtext

\text("Caym")
But she really is my sister. So you can trust her.

\endtext

\text("Risbell")
If she's the real deal, that just makes her even harder to
trust... don't you think?
\endtext

\text
To Risbell, she was basically a complete unknown.

\endtext

\text
Why she showed up now, or how she was resurrected―none of it
made sense.
\endtext

\text
In the first place, Risbell even doubted whether she was
really Caym's sister.
\endtext

\text
The only thing she could trust was Caym's word.

\endtext

\text
But unlike Risbell, Caym seemed to trust Beatrice
completely.
\endtext

\text("Caym")
Don't worry about it. You'll get used to her soon enough.
\endtext

\text("Risbell")
Haa... I hope you're right.
\endtext

\text
Risbell couldn't be as optimistic as Caym, no matter how
much she wanted to be.
\endtext