﻿\setgamedatatitle("True Radiant Wing Tower\nFirst Floor Conquered")

\text("Caym")
Surprisingly, that was pretty anticlimactic.
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The Tower of Radiant Wings, the stronghold of the Structors.

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Although the master of the tower never showed themselves,
the lowest floor was seized by the Demon Lord's army.
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\text("Risbell")
I'll set up a demon-sealing barrier here to prevent the
angels from taking it back.
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\text("Caym")
...Are you telling us to withdraw?
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\text("Margaretta")
There's no need to rush. As long as the tower is here, they
can't escape anywhere.

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\text("Caym")
...Well, I guess I'll save the fun for later.

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\text("Risbell")
Then, after deploying the barrier, we'll pull out.
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\text("Caym")
In that case, I'll head back first. I'll leave the rest to
you.
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\text("Caym")
(So, in the end, Verlnya never showed up.)
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――Structors.
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A race that treats the Diabolica as their sworn enemy.
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Why do they go so far to see the Diabolica as their enemy?

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And why is it that if the Diabolica aren't destroyed, Nilt
will fall?
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The only one who knows the answer is probably Verlnya.

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\text("Caym")
(Someday, I'll get that answer out of her too.)
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Caym turned on his heel and returned to the labyrinth ahead
of the others.
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......
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Caym returned to the labyrinth ahead of everyone else. But
he wasn't the only one who came back.

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\text("Beatrice")
............
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Waiting for the right moment, Beatrice also slipped back
into the labyrinth without anyone noticing.

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\text("Beatrice")
Yeah... Of course, that's not true.
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She nodded to herself, as if convincing herself.
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To some, it might have looked like she was sighing in
relief.
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Around her, several kiramushi―tiny bugs emitting a faint
light―floated gently through the air.

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\text("Beatrice")
Caym was right. That was just nonsense... Just an empty
threat...

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So don't worry about it, Beatrice kept telling herself over
and over.
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――That's something for far in the future.――Something that
won't happen for hundreds of years.
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\text("Risbell")
Beatrice-san?
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\text("Beatrice")
Ah... Ris, it's you. Are you done with the tower already?

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\text("Risbell")
It's been hours now... You ran away because it was a hassle,
didn't you?
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\text("Beatrice")
Huh? Ah―what are you talking about? Ufufufu.

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\text("Risbell")
...Whatever. By the way... who were you talking to just now?


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\text("Beatrice")
I was just talking to myself.
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Beatrice smiled.
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But to Risbell, it looked forced, making her even more
suspicious.
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\text("Risbell")
...Talking to yourself, huh.
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\text("Beatrice")
That's right. Well then, I'm heading back to my room. Good
night!

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Beatrice, looking restless, hurried away from Risbell as if
to escape.

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\text("Risbell")
...Well, whatever.
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She still had work left to do.
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Risbell switched gears and returned to the office.

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