﻿\setgamedatatitle("True Kilos  \nCapital Barat Horn Throne")

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The doors leading to the throne room are thrown open.

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In that instant, tension runs through the soldiers.
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There was no need to even wonder who had come here.

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\text("Caym")
...Hm.
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Caym enters, leading a group of monsters.
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However, the moment he steps into the room, he grows wary of
a strange sensation.
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His breath is white.
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And the moment his foot touches the floor, he feels the
crunch of thin ice beneath him.
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\text("Agri")
Whoa!? What the―why did it suddenly get so cold...?

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\text("Margaretta")
You, what are you... huh?
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The Demon Lord's army files in one after another, but they
all pause for a moment at the sensation.
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The castle was always cold, but the floors had never frozen,
nor had their breath ever turned white.

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Only this throne room is unnaturally cold.

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\text("Caym")
Is this your doing as well, Glace?

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Caym turns to face the throne.
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There, with the soldiers... stands Glace, shrouded in an
unusual magical aura.
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\text("Glace")
...Caym, huh.
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\text("Caym")
That magic power... or rather, is that Winga behind you?

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Behind Glace, something like a mist is drifting.

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That's the source of the strange magical power.
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\text("Glace")
Sorry, but... I don't have the energy... to banter with
you...
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Glace stands up unsteadily.
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Her shaky steps look like she'd collapse if you so much as
pushed her.
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Her complexion is pale, sweat beading on her brow, yet she
still glares straight at Caym.
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\text("Caym")
Glace...?
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\text("Glace")
...As you guessed, this power belongs to Lady Winga...

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\text("Glace")
To defeat you... I took her power into this body...

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\text("Caym")
...You look like you're pushing yourself way too hard.

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\text("Glace")
It was never meant for a human body... but if it's to defeat
you...
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Glace takes a step forward. With just that, the floor
beneath her feet freezes over.
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But it's not just the floor that's frozen. Glace's feet are
also slightly encased in ice.
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\text("Tiela")
...Caym-sama, if you let her use any more power...

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\text("Caym")
It seems so... Honestly, Glace, you're so damn stubborn.

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To take in the spirit king―beings far above humans to begin
with―is sheer madness.
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It's no wonder if it kills her.
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\text("Caym")
I never thought you'd go this far. I figured you'd just end
up a clown...
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\text("Glace")
What...?
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Everything is in Caym's hands. Right now, she's nothing but
a clown.
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Even so, her resolve is real.
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Caym neither laughs nor denies it.

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If she's coming at him with her life on the line, he must
respond in kind.
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\text("Caym")
Now that's worth taking for myself. I'll face you with
everything I've got.
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\text("Caym")
You and Winga both―I'll bring you to your knees with my own
hands...!
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\text("Adolf")
All units, draw swords! Prepare to repel the Demon Lord's
army...!!
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\text("Glace")
...I won't let you do as you please any longer...!

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