﻿\setgamedatatitle("True Radiant Wing Tower\nConquering the Third Layer")

\text("Verlnya")
...
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――Why are we losing?
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Structa should have the upper hand in terms of strength.
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No, the Diabolica were a race defeated by Structa in the
first place.
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And yet, by a mere Diabolica like Caym... why are we being
pushed this far?
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\text("Caym")
You went out of your way to show your face. Are you here to
beg for your life?
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Caym wore a belligerent grin.
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\text("Verlnya")
...Even if you win here, the outcome―our victory―won't
change.
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\text("Caym")
Hmph... If you're going to make excuses, at least make them
good ones.
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\text("Caym")
Well, even if you surrender, your fate won't change.

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\text("Caym")
The Demon Lord's army will win, and you will lose. And this
time, Hados will be restored... no, reborn.

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With the confident smile of a victor, Caym declared.

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Caym was already certain of his victory.
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The more she looked at the enemy before her, the more noise
clouded Verlnya's thoughts.
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\text("Verlnya")
...Even if you defeat me, it doesn't mean you've beaten
Structa.
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\text("Verlnya")
If that's how it is, then we'll just destroy Hados 'again.'
That's all.

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\text("Caym")
Again, you say?
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\text("Verlnya")
Yes... Just like 120 years ago, we'll destroy your country.

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――Just like 120 years ago?
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\text("Caym")
Are you talking about the old Hados...?
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\text("Verlnya")
What else could I be referring to?
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In response to Caym's question, Verlnya shot back as if to
say, 'So what?'

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Beatrice felt anger welling up inside her at those words...


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Even though she knew there was no point in questioning
Verlnya, she couldn't help but ask.

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\text("Beatrice")
...Do you even understand what you've done, and what you're
saying right now...?
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\text("Verlnya")
Don't get the wrong idea. We didn't dirty our own hands.

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Verlnya continued as if it was nothing.

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After killing so many Diabolica and humans. After taking
everything from Caym―

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\text("Verlnya")
All we did was give a little push to the humans who were
dissatisfied with Diabolica rule.

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\text("Beatrice")
And you think that makes you innocent...!?

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\text("Verlnya")
People see miracles in the Word of God, and blindly choose
to believe in it.
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Verlnya shifted her gaze from the furious Beatrice to Glace.

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\text("Glace")
The Word of God...
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\text("Verlnya")
The words of demons don't reach humans. It was the same 120
years ago, wasn't it?

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\text("Risbell")
That's not true...! Maybe it was like that in the past, but
now...

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\text("Verlnya")
...However, the people of Kiros blindly believed in Winga.

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\text("Glace")
...That was once true. But now, it's different.

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\text("Glace")
We are standing right here in front of you. That's all that
matters.
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\text("Glace")
If you want to destroy Caym's country, then go ahead.
Everyone here will just stop you.

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\text("Verlnya")
.............
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Verlnya's words trailed off.
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She couldn't deny it. Even Verlnya herself knew Glace's
words were right.

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The changes Caym brought were now standing before her as
obstacles.
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\text("Caym")
...There you have it. You've been thoroughly out-argued,
Verlnya.
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The man who was king of those obstacles never lost his
smile.
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But Verlnya realized that this smile was completely
different from any before.
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The composure that came from victory had vanished from Caym.

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\text("Verlnya")
...So what if that's the case?
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A crackling noise ran through Verlnya's thoughts again.

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\text("Caym")
Hey, Verlnya. I have a proposal for you too...

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\text("Verlnya")
......
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The noise didn't subside, tearing her thoughts to shreds.

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No, it wasn't some mysterious noise at all.

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\text("Caym")
I'll forgive you if you surrender now. ...Don't you want to
give up?
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\text("Verlnya")
Surrender... Our goal is to wipe out the Diabolica―

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\text("Caym")
I see... That's a shame.
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If you're alive and have any kind of emotions, it's
something you carry inside, whether big or small.

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\text("Caym")
Then don't complain about what happens next.
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\text("Verlnya")
...!
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At last, Verlnya realized what that especially loud noise
really was.
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Even the 'core' connected to her instinctively understood
it.
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A powerful noise that cut through her thoughts slammed that
emotion into her structure, triggering it.

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Yes, the emotion called fear.
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\text("Caym")
...That's enough for today. Be ready, Verlnya.

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Satisfied with the fear-twisted smile on Verlnya's face,
Caym turned on his heel.
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\text("Risbell")
Caym-sama――
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\text("Caym")
We don't need a barrier. Next time we meet, it'll be to
settle this.

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――That's when I'll finally settle the score of these 120
years.
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\text("Verlnya")
............
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The noise... the fear didn't fade, and Verlnya no longer had
the composure to pursue the retreating Demon Lord's army.

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There was only one thing filling her mind.
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The Demon Lord must be defeated. Reason and duty no longer
mattered.
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Fear was what stirred that impulse within Verlnya.

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