﻿\setgamedatatitle("Lusario\nThe Third City, Moomoon")

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The Demon Lord's army hasn't reached out its evil hand to
Moomoon yet.
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That territory belongs to Brightleaf, and it's not a place
where monsters can just waltz in.
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Out of sight―an arrow from far away could pierce your throat
at any moment.
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In this forest, where death could be waiting just a second
ahead, the monsters were sneaking around.
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\text("Spacchio")
Hey, are you sure we're safe? We're not being targeted from
somewhere, are we?

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\text("Noro")
...munch munch
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\text("Brightleaf")
Yes. The patrol won't pass through here for another hour.
That said...

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\text("Spacchio")
W-what is it...?
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\text("Brightleaf")
Two of our barriers have been taken down. If they've
increased the number of patrols, who knows? We might already
be targeted.
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\text("Spacchio")
Whoa, whoa, whoa!? D-don't scare me like that!

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If this were the city of Moomoon, Spacchio wouldn't be this
on edge or so easily startled.

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But this is the forest. Brightleaf's hunting ground. You
can't forget that.

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The only reason to come all the way out here is to find
bandits.
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The Demon Lord's Brightleafs know the patrol routes and how
to avoid being spotted by Ludoll.
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They know the blind spots in the patrol routes. Those are
also the paths the bandits use.
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If the bandits are found, they'll be handed over to El―or at
the very least, they won't be able to use any route with the
Demon Lord's army on it.
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Either way, it means interfering with the bandits... which
helps El.
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\text("Noro")
...?
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\text("Spacchio")
Noro, what's up?
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Noro stopped and pointed in a certain direction.

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\text("Spacchio")
...I don't see anything.
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\text("Brightleaf")
...That's a wagon. I think it's a merchant caravan.

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Even if goblin Spacchio couldn't see it, Brightleaf's eyes
had caught it clearly.

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\text("Brightleaf")
Moomoon is famous for its fruit... It's just about shipping
season now.
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\text("Noro")
Sounds tasty...
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\text("Spacchio")
Do they have guards?
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\text("Brightleaf")
...No. In the first place, it's strange for them to be
passing through here at all.
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\text("Brightleaf")
They should be using the canal in the forest for import and
export. Besides, trade is only permitted in Luct.

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\text("Spacchio")
Ha, looks like we just hit the jackpot.

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\text("Brightleaf")
If they keep going that way, they'll reach Moomoon.
...Should we take them out here?
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\text("Spacchio")
No, we shouldn't chase them too far. Let's head back and
report in.
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......
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\text("Merchant")
...Here it is. It was quite a struggle to get my hands on
this, you know.
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Stroking his beard, the merchant opens the lid of a lavishly
decorated box.
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Inside was a twisted horn, like that of a goat.

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\text("Merchant")
This is the horn of Diabolica, who called himself the 'Sixth
Heaven Demon' in the eastern country.
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\text("Rudol")
Yeah.
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Without even glancing at it, Rudol tucks the horn into his
coat.
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―How unusual.
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Normally, he would inspect even the scratches on the horn
before accepting it.
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More than anything, the location of the deal was strange.
Usually, it would be done at the 'Museum.'
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\text("Merchant")
...You seem to be in a hurry. Is the Demon Lord's army
nearby?
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\text("Rudol")
That's right. Seriously, they picked the worst possible time
to show up.
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\text("Rudol")
(...If Ezorn hadn't been occupied, we wouldn't have to be
making deals in a place like this...)

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The merchant could sense Rudol's irritation.

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This was the time to make an exit.
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If he got any more involved, he'd get caught up in the
crossfire too.
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No, getting caught in the crossfire would be the least of
his worries.
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\text("Merchant")
So, what about your end of the deal?
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\text("Rudol")
Northernmost warehouse. Number 29 of 10, with the red roof.

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If Ezorn were still safe, they could have continued their
dealings.
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The goods Rudol prepared were first-class, enough to satisfy
any customer―

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\text("Subordinate")
...Chancellor Rudol.
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\text("Rudol")
What is it?
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\text("Subordinate")
We've confirmed the Demon Lord's army. The defense unit
reports they've engaged them.
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\text("Merchant")
The Demon Lord's army...!?
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That crossfire had already reached here―
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\text("Rudol")
Heh... I see. So they've finally come.

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And yet, Rudol curled his lips in amusement.

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\text("Rudol")
Prepare to intercept. At worst, just buy me enough time to
get out of Muumoon.

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\text("Subordinate")
...Yes, sir.
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\text("Merchant")
...You seem to be enjoying yourself.
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\text("Rudol")
Oh, I am... The Demon Lord is close enough to reach out and
touch.
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Rudol laughed, a thrill gripping his heart like a vice.

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\text("Rudol")
Did you know? The Demon Lord is apparently a horned
Diabolica.
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\text("Merchant")
...Is that so?
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\text("Rudol")
And, he's the prince of Hados, the kingdom destroyed 120
years ago...
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\text("Rudol")
This time, I get to destroy a country and take it for
myself. It's my first time... My heart is racing.
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\text("Merchant")
............
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\text("Rudol")
Come to me... If you do, I'll have 'everything' in my grasp―


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Outside the window... Rudol gazed at the smoke rising over
the city, his eyes shining with greed.
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\text("Caym")
Hm...!?
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In the midst of the battle with the defense force, Caym
suddenly turned around.
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He felt a chill run up his spine, as if something had just
crawled up it.
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\text("Beatrice")
What's wrong?
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\text("Caym")
No, I just felt like someone was watching me...
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\text("Risbell")
Since the soldiers of Lusario are after your head,
Caym-sama, I think that's only natural...

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\text("Caym")
Hah... To think something could give me chills. Has the time
finally come for a yandere elf to come after my life...?

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\text("Risbell")
...Everyone, please ignore Caym-sama and break through the
defense force.
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\text("Monsters")
GROOOOOOAAAAARRRR!!
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