Liberi Reader

I often feel that the times change with irregularity.

Their means of coming up with concepts so brilliant, their methods of forming societies so diverse, it's all dizzying.

I've lived in Kazimierz many times, and every time I leave, I end up coming back. To tell you the truth, Banshee, traces of us are still present in that land of knights.

I must admit the place is indeed fascinating.

Yet you didn't have me sketch out those neon lit skyscrapers for you.

You simply... chose this ordinary village for the stage this time.

Because it's much quieter here, and it's Kazimierz as I first saw it.

Golden farmlands amid the never ending plains. It's a pity that these are probably no longer important to the Kazimierz of today.

What do you think, how does it compare to Kazdel?

Kazdel is a land of ruin, but the rubble also means that there are countless possibilities beneath it.

Our visions of Kazdel may have their differences, but we can still look forward to its next iteration.

And as for Kazimierz, it evolved so fast that in the blink of an eye, the Pegasi along with their morals and glory dispersed and withered away.

And it became even sweeter, more fascinating...

The descendants of the Elders and the Ancients accuse us Sarkaz of devouring their flesh and blood, and enslaving their souls. So they found a new method, and they did it even better than us.

They let those under their rule be fed, swallowed, turned into nourishment for their monster to continue expanding and grow.

And all they have to pay is a promise of the pleasures of life.

I searched for Kazimierz's rulers, intrigued by what they had created, but instead I only discovered...

No, there was no ruler, those company spokesmen, those members of the General Chamber of Commerce, even the Adeptus Sprawiedliwi or the Grand Knight, you could not call any of them a ruler of Kazimierz.

Inflated desire is so powerful that it can rule itself.

Is a simple thirst for survival enough to keep up with your search, Damazti?

You're more restless than I imagined, what exactly are you afraid of?

Of sinking, deep into the past and history.

I just want to understand...

How to get along with ourselves.

......

Ugh...

Hey, Kal'tsit. Not lookin' so hot, hm?

Where am I...?

Why not sleep in a little longer? I need some more time to get a bomb under your pillow.

I'm guessing you're probably not in the best mood, waking up to see me, of all people. The feeling's mutual.

I'd rather die than let someone think I've been hovering over your bed, day after day with tears in my eyes, praying with all my heart and soul that you'd open your eyes.

Believe me, this is just a coincidence. I only came looking for water, and you just happened to be in my spot.

Where are the Doctor and Amiya?

Wanna take a guess?

Maybe I killed them both while you were taking a lazy cat nap.

Sounds like they're both fine, for now.

You have so much faith in me?

What's our present location?

The outskirts of Londinium, in a safehouse of mine. The courtyard out there is packed with a whole bunch of your people right now.

Is this favor of mine part of your grand plan too, Kal'tsit? You can try thanking me from the bottom of your heart, and I'll consider accepting your gratitude.

Ascalon and I did work out several plans, and we did consider enlisting the help of ex-Babel members for the worst-case scenarios.

I always knew you were so good at calculating everyone's usefulness—

But, I have to thank you, W.

As you requested, from the bottom of my heart.

......Oh?

Did Theresis smash your head in too hard? Should I call Shining?

I...

Ugh—

......

W.

I was kidding about calling Shining, by the way. Getting a brain injury wouldn't necessarily be the worst thing for you.

Can you... help me up? I need to get out of bed.

......

......Fine.

Water for you.

Thanks.

Withdrawing from Londinium was an extremely risky operation. Can you tell me the current situation?

You sure you wanna ask me? Closure's busy getting those temporary barracks up now, but we could keep our distance from each other till she gets back.

I want to hear it from you. Mercenaries have a keener sense of danger.

......Fine.

Your Self-Salvation Corps got played by Manfred, hard.

He and his little sidekick seem to have found just the right time to take you guys out. The way I see it, these poor city folk were never a match for sharp-edged blood-licking Sarkaz scum.

And now your poor wretches are being driven out of Londinium, which honestly to me, is a good thing. It's way better than dying in some alley for nothing.

The only good news is that the dukes finally got moving. That bitch Ines tells me the Doctor and the little bunny were kidnapped by a certain duke who wants to use them to do a favor.

A duke...?

So a war has broken out after all.

Isn't it tragic? You've missed out on all sorts of excitement.

Any regrets, Kal'tsit? Seems like your gigantic brain didn't get you the results you wanted.

I've never regretted my actions.

Why are you telling me all this? Didn't I say I'm not into history?

It's precisely because you're not, W.

History has made Vampires, Liches, Nachzehrer, Damazti, Gargoyles... made all of you into Sarkaz, but it has also bound the Sarkaz to their past.

Kazdel shall be rebuilt, but what will it be rebuilt on?

Perhaps someone like you would have a different answer than I do, W.

......

Are you still worried about Catherine, Feist?

The wounded have settled down for the time being. That Sarkaz mercenary called W... she's really capable.

The Self-Salvation Corps are already re-organizing themselves, and I think we'll be back in Londinium in no time.

Oh yeah.

......

Rockrock, did you see anyone yesterday night?

You mean like Sarkaz troops?

No, of course not, strangers, or... I don't know actually.

What's going on?

I received a letter... it was in my suitcase this morning.

Wasn't it written by a Self-Salvation Corps soldier?

The handwriting's really familiar to me, but no one's coming to mind.

The letter said that Granny is in Londinium safe and sound, and I needn't worry.

And... it also contained several addresses, not very far from here.

The only person who would do such a thing, would be a certain duke.

Yeah.

But that duke isn't a Londinier.

Don't worry, I know exactly whose side I'm stood on.

No matter what those bigwigs think of us... we're not their pawns.

They think the war is just a scramble for power, and that we don't have the right to make our own choices.

The Self-Salvation Corps will show them all they're sorely mistaken.