﻿\setgamedatatitle("Final Chapter: Throne of the Void\nDepth 1 Conquered")

\text("Caym")
The show's over. It's about time you showed yourself!
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Caym stomps on the dying Yumekui trying to attack him,
raising his voice.
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\text("Tiela")
............
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\text("El")
Lady Tiela...?
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Standing beside Caym, Tiela was scanning the area with an
unusually stern expression.
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There was still an enemy who hadn't revealed themselves.
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And then, as if responding to Caym's words, that enemy
finally appeared.
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\text("Beatrice")
...!
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\text("El")
W-What!?
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\text("Tiela")
...So it was you after all.
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A particularly bright Kiramushi was lazily flying around.

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It wasn't alone. Countless Kiramushi clung to it, being
absorbed into its body.

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Recognizing the enemy, Caym flashed a fearless grin.

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\text("Caym")
...Looks like you failed to die, Rudol.

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\text("Rudol")
.............
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The wound Beatrice had inflicted was completely gone.

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In its place, Rudol now exuded an aura very similar to the
King of Slumber.
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So this man was the source of that strange feeling.
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\text("El")
W-Why are you still alive!?
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\text("Caym")
No idea. Or rather, this is...
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And now, standing before Rudol, Caym's sense of unease only
grew stronger.

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\text("Rudol")
Dea...d... I... I...
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\text("Magahime")
...Isn't he acting kind of weird?
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\text("Beatrice")
Probably because he died once. Plus, the 'reaper' came for
him, and he lost his mind for a bit.

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\text("Agri")
If he failed to die, then this time I'll finish him off for
good...!
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\text("Rudol")
Y-You... Demon Lord... Ma...
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\text("Rudol")
―Demon Lord... Demon Lord, Caym.
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With a click, it was as if Rudol's personality switched, and
his words and hostility became clear.
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\text("Rudol")
...So you've made it this far. Even knowing everything will
be for nothing.
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\text("Caym")
...So you've come to your senses. Fine by me. This time,
I'll send you to the afterlife for sure.

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\text("Rudol")
I will not die... I have been chosen as an apostle of
God...!
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\text("Tiela")
Rudol...? What are you talking about...?

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\text("Rudol")
Lady Tiela, I have been chosen. By the God of Destruction,
Erask.
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\text("El")
That's not something a sane person would say...!

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\text("Glace")
The King of Slumber, a god...? That's just nonsense. Do you
even know what that thing does?

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\text("Rudol")
He will destroy this land, revive it, and destroy it
again... All according to Erask's will.
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Rudol sang with an ecstatic expression. There was no trace
left of who he once was.
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\text("Risbell")
...Caym-sama, let's retreat for now.
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\text("Caym")
No. He's an eyesore. I'll crush him now.

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\text("Beatrice")
But we're already worn out... and there are still more
coming on their side, you know?
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Seeing the Kiramushi swarming around Rudol and the Yumekui
approaching from deeper in the cave, Beatrice warned them.

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\text("Caym")
............
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\text("Rudol")
Are you running away...? I won't allow it. You will be my
prey...!
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With a burst, Kiramushi overflowed from Rudol's body.

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10, 100, 200... The rapidly multiplying Kiramushi instantly
transformed into Yumekui.

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\text("Beatrice")
Caym!
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\text("Caym")
Tch... Fall back!
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Just before the Yumekui attacked, Caym gave the order to
retreat.
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If they lost their chance to escape and were defeated here,
it would all be for nothing――
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......
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\text("El")
Why is Rudol still alive!
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After escaping from Rudol and the Yumekui, El was the first
to shout.
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\text("Risbell")
Back then, Caym-sama and Beatrice-san chased after him...

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\text("Beatrice")
I cut him down... and he fell into that hole...

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\text("Caym")
So, we never actually confirmed if he was dead or not.

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\text("Tiela")
...So he just got lucky and survived?

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Caym shook his head, thinking that couldn't be it.

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Not only did the 'reaper' come for him, but that hole was
way too deep.
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I just can't believe anyone could survive after falling from
there.
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\text("El")
But, you mean he came back to life...
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\text("Risbell")
...Maybe he incarnated. Just like Beatrice-san did.

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\text("Beatrice")
...That's possible.
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\text("Beatrice")
If the King of Slumber at the bottom of the pit devoured
him... but his consciousness remained without being
digested...
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\text("Minerva")
...And then, when the King of Slumber awakened, he
incarnated... is that it?
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\text("Beatrice")
............
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If that's the case... Beatrice pondered to herself.

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\text("Beatrice")
But that bastard was producing spawn from his body... Maybe
he's a 'spawn' himself...

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\text("Caym")
...Let's leave Rudol for now. He's still an obstacle,
nothing's changed.

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\text("Beatrice")
Ah... yeah, you're right.
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Caym's words snapped Beatrice out of her thoughts.

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\text("Risbell")
Well then, let's call it a day. Everyone, get some rest.

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\text("Beatrice")
............
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Caym had deliberately interrupted the conversation. Everyone
there noticed it.
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Still, it was only after they'd speculated enough about
Rudol.

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A hint of unease clouded Beatrice's face.

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But she didn't have the courage to question Caym about it―

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So, together with the monsters, she could only trudge out of
the throne room.
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....................
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......
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It's been a long time since I've had a night where I
couldn't sleep.
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\text("Caym")
...Maybe I did something bad to nee-san.
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In the throne room, Caym recalled how he'd forcibly cut off
the talk about Rudol.

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...And at the same time, he remembered the strange feeling
he'd gotten about Rudol.
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\text("Caym")
(...Why did I sense nee-san's magic from Rudol back then?)

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It was probably because his nerves were on edge right after
the fight.
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If he hadn't been so focused, he wouldn't have even noticed
that faint trace of Beatrice's magic.

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For some reason, he felt it coming from Rudol.
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Caym remembered that moment and had almost reflexively cut
off Beatrice's story.

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Why did he do something like that?
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Even though it was about himself, Caym still didn't know the
reason.
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Lost in thought, Caym found himself unable to sleep.

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He thought he'd have a drink before bed...

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\text("Margaretta")
Oh, isn't that Caym?
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Standing there was Margaretta.
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\text("Margaretta")
Perfect timing. Here, why don't you have a drink too?

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\text("Caym")
...Yeah. Give me the same thing Margaretta's having.


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\text("Monster")
Sure thing.
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Talking with Margaretta would probably help take his mind
off things.
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\text("Margaretta")
Can't sleep, huh?
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\text("Caym")
Something like that. Even I have things to think about
sometimes.
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\text("Margaretta")
Hmm...
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Margaretta downed her brandy, stared intently at Caym's
face... and guessed what was bothering him.

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\text("Margaretta")
Is it about Beatrice?
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\text("Caym")
...You figured it out, huh.
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\text("Margaretta")
You're easy to read when you're thinking about a woman.

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\text("Margaretta")
Besides, things were a bit odd in the throne room too. Did
you two have a fight?

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\text("Caym")
No, it's not like that...
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\text("Margaretta")
Well, it'd be strange if you weren't bothered by it.

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\text("Margaretta")
She knew an awful lot about both the Structa and the King of
Slumber, didn't she?

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\text("Caym")
Yeah...
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\text("Margaretta")
Not that I'm suspicious or anything. Her love for you is
real.
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\text("Caym")
I know. That's why it bothers me even more.

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But even so, he just couldn't bring himself to confront her
about it.
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\text("Caym")
............
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\text("Margaretta")
............I guess it's different when it's your sister.

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\text("Caym")
Hm?
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\text("Margaretta")
No, it's nothing. Worrying about your vassals is a king's
duty. Worry as much as you like.

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\text("Caym")
I don't need that kind of duty.
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\text("Margaretta")
Hehe.
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For some reason, Margaretta smiled, amused.

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\text("Margaretta")
You may not realize it, but you do it all the time.

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\text("Caym")
Hmph, I'm not the kind of man who mopes around forever!

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\text("Caym")
...Yeah. Enough worrying. Nee-san is nee-san... *gulp*


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\text("Margaretta")
(That's not really the point... but oh well.)

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To worry about someone means you're thinking about them that
much.

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Thinking about your vassals is only natural for a king... or
so it should be.

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But nothing is harder than doing what's only natural.

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The more power one has, the less those at the top look at
what's beneath their feet.
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The stronger one's desires, the less they reflect on those
around them or themselves.
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But no matter how much power Caym gained, he never let it go
to his head.
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For all his bluster, he always thought first of his vassals
and his people.

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\text("Margaretta")
...Thinking about it, you're an even better king than I
expected.
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\text("Caym")
Oh? And how did you come to that conclusion? Come on, tell
me. And praise me while you're at it.

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\text("Margaretta")
That's a secret.
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\text("Caym")
I won't accept that. Fess up, or let me have a go at you
right here.

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Margaretta thought to herself that following this man had
been the right choice.
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A heart that cares for someone can sometimes create great
strength.
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Margaretta had seen that moment on countless battlefields.

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They had to win this fight.
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And with Caym, she couldn't imagine losing for some reason.

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Even if their opponent was like a god, Caym would surely
seize victory―that much, Margaretta was certain.

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