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Ebenholz
(She's insane! Absolutely insane! That's an entire district of people we're talking about!)
Ebenholz
(Besides, does she really think she can come away clean from an incident of this scale?)
Ebenholz
(If I went along with her plan, I'd be the first one to take the fall!)
Ebenholz
(Even though I'm losing this opportunity, there's nothing to feel bad about. I'll have other opportunities... I can afford to wait!)
Ebenholz
(I made it... to Vyseheim's customs office...)
Just as Ebenholz is about to enter the customs office, an intense headache nearly knocks him off his feet.
Voice from Nowhere
A coward on the run...
Ebenholz
I don't need you telling me what to do!
Ebenholz
Even if I die in Urtica, I don't want to become a murderer like you!
Voice from Nowhere
You fear... You are afraid!
Voice from Nowhere
If you are ensnared by fear... then never in your life shall you taste freedom!
Ebenholz
Shut up!
Voice from Nowhere
Naive idiot...
Ebenholz
Call me whatever you want...
Voice from Nowhere
Do you think that woman can get you out of here so easily?
Ebenholz
?!
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Ebenholz
(Good, it doesn't look like there's anyone here...)
Ebenholz
(I just need to be extra-careful and make sure nobody sees me...)
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Ebenholz
......
Ebenholz
(Just a little farther, and I'll be in the uninhabited plate on the edge of the city...)
Ebenholz
(Takes a deep breath)
Gertrude
Were you seriously planning to jump off the edge of a nomadic city?
Ebenholz
?!
Gertrude
While that is technically the quickest way out of Vyseheim, I would advise against it.
Ebenholz
Don't force my hand, Gertrude.
Gertrude
I have no intention of doing that.
Ebenholz
Then leave me alone, and get out of my sight.
Gertrude
Where do you plan to go?
Gertrude
Vyseheim will continue to move until the concert comes to an end. You have nowhere to go.
Gertrude
Even if you risk life and limb to force your way out, only the barren wastelands await you.
Ebenholz
I'd rather...
Ebenholz
...step into the uncharted wastelands than...
Gertrude
You'd rather die in the wastes than spend another second in Vyseheim?
Ebenholz
Correct.
Gertrude
I understand how you feel, but can you calm down first and let me finish?
Ebenholz
What more do I need to hear from you?
Gertrude
Do you really want me to reveal everything to you right here, my dear Graf Urtica?
Ebenholz
Graf Urtica...
Ebenholz
You don't need to emphasize my title. I know what you're trying to say.
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Gertrude
First of all, I promise that under the current conditions, our plan can still proceed smoothly.
Ebenholz
It's not 'our' plan, it's yours.
Gertrude
If your semantic games allow you to sleep better at night, then so be it.
Ebenholz
Kreide's Voice of Mundane is damaged, and Rhodes Island has also discovered its side effect.
Ebenholz
Can a damaged Voice of Mundane cancel out another one? Even if it could, would Rhodes Island turn a blind eye?
Gertrude
Indeed, Kreide's Voice of Mundane can still join in Resonanz.
Gertrude
As for Rhodes Island... Where do you think we are?
Gertrude
This is Vyseheim. My domain.
Gertrude
That little FrΓ€ulein Hibiscus is also an Infected. Even letting her step into Leithanien is only to keep up appearances with Rhodes Island. She can go nowhere but Vyseheim.
Gertrude
In any case, she only knows that there's something going on with you and Kreide, but doesn't know how it's happening. She has no evidence.
Ebenholz
......
Gertrude
I understand, you don't have the heart to bring harm upon the Infected who have nothing to do with this.
Gertrude
The way I see it, this compassion is extraneous. But if you truly wish to act upon it, it is even more important that you carry out the plan.
Ebenholz
Carry out the plan, and let all those Infected people die?
Gertrude
I'll tell you the rest of the plan then.
Gertrude
You and Kreide will duet, and you will remove your own Voice of Mundane.
Gertrude
Afterwards, I'll create some commotion in the concert hall, and take advantage of the chaos to kill Kreide and disguise his body as yours––
Ebenholz
What did you say?!
Gertrude
As he has become the biggest scourge of the Afterglow, it is impossible for him to live on.
Ebenholz
Impossible for what? Don't be ridiculous! The biggest scourge of the Afterglow is none other than YOU!
Gertrude
As I said before, all the scourges of the Afterglow come from Kreide's corrupted Voice of Mundane.
Gertrude
Resonanz exacerbates the leakage of the Voice of Mundane, in an irreversible process.
Gertrude
Even if you were to plummet off the edge of this nomadic city, Kreide's Voice of Mundane would not return to the relatively harmless state it was in a week ago.
Gertrude
More importantly, the Voice of Mundane isn't just harming the people around Kreide, it's also hurting him.
Gertrude
He is the biggest victim of the Resonanz between you two.
Gertrude
He may seem perfectly healthy right now, but don't be fooled. That is just another example of false recovery.
Gertrude
Kreide's body may have adapted to the Voice of Mundane in the past, but with the recent surge of leakage, this delicate balance is about to be thrown upside down.
Gertrude
An optimistic estimate is that his good days will come to an end within two weeks. After that, he will experience the intense suffering that occurs in the acute phase following the false recovery phase.
Gertrude
The happiest ending for both him and the Afterglow, would be for him to die following the concert.
Gertrude
For you, for me, for the Afterglow, and for him. It would be a good thing.
Gertrude
I would obtain a trump card I could pull out at any time. The Afterglow would obtain peace, Kreide would obtain his rest.
Gertrude
And you... you would obtain your freedom.
Gertrude
Graf Urtica, rightful heir to Leithanien...
Gertrude
The last of the Witch King's bloodline.
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Freedom.
For as long as I can remember, I've never known freedom.
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???
Poor child.
???
No courtesy or greetings are needed. Just listen to me.
???
Even though you were born into a distant branch far from the Witch King, you are indeed the last of his bloodline.
???
Out of pity, I will not trouble you.
???
Beyond that, you shall also inherit the fiefs passed down from generation to generation in your family.
???
You will become the Lehnsherr of Urtica.
???
You will learn to take responsibility for your own subjects.
???
You are about to take a completely different path from that of your disgraceful kin––
???
I await you.
This was my first memory.
I was around five or six years old at the time, I can't remember from before that. I only vaguely remember coming into contact with a strange thing called the 'Voice of Mundane,' and nearly lost my life.
Staring at the pure-white dress in front of me, I was filled with thoughts that I'd become some obscure little aristocrat.
I thought I'd live the rest of my life in peace, with the exception of the occasional headache and the auditory hallucinations from the Voice of Mundane.
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Stoic-Looking Noble
Your Illustrious Highness, you should know to mind your words and actions, and to not leave the Spire without good reason.
Stoic-Looking Noble
I must remind you, everything that you are has been bestowed upon you by Their Majesties.
Cautious Servant
Your Illustrious Highness, aren't you forgetting something?
Cautious Servant
You ought to praise Their Majesties before you eat.
Rule-Abiding Instructor
Your Illustrious Highness, we will be learning a new piece today.
Rule-Abiding Instructor
This song expresses the gratitude of the nobles towards Their Majesties. Please keep that in your heart.
Mediocre Caster
Your Illustrious Highness, your mastery over Originium Arts is simply transcendent!
Mediocre Caster
Hm, you want something more elaborate? Haha, you need not wear yourself out.
Everyone around me did everything they could to limit my freedom, instilling in my mind an allegiance to the Twin Empresses.
If that was the price for being able to live in peace and quiet, I was willing to pay it.
I paid it for a very long time.
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Stoic-Looking Noble
Your Illustrious Highness, I shall be frank from the onset. You are the true heir to Leithanien.
Stoic-Looking Noble
I've been laying in wait in your spire for a number of years now. I'm sure you recognize me.
Stoic-Looking Noble
You don't have to say anything. Just listen to me. You don't have to agree with me or repudiate me.
Stoic-Looking Noble
I know that you're scared, that you don't want to lose even this life you have now. But you should at least know how those people see you, and what they want you to do.
Stoic-Looking Noble
I'm sure you know that the attendants the tyrants have forced upon you are setting up the banquet below. I will take you there, and let you see the truth.
The one in front of me grabbed me and pulled me up off the ground.
My palm was drenched in sweat.
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Uproarious Voice
Now that's the good stuff!
Uproarious Voice
I had no idea you had such exquisite wine down in the cellar.
Familiar Voice
You flatter me.
Familiar Voice
Urtica's countryside lacks just about everything, but there are indeed a number of master winemakers here.
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Gertrude
Herr Ebenholz, Herr Ebenholz?
Ebenholz
......
Gertrude
You fell over on the spot. I almost had you sent to the hospital.
Gertrude
Feeling a little better?
Ebenholz
I...
Ebenholz
I'm perfectly fine.
Gertrude
About the plan...
Ebenholz
I don't want to hear it right now.
Ebenholz
I'm going.
Gertrude
As I said, you can leave at any time.
Ebenholz
Don't come pestering me again.
Gertrude
Well, you'll have to forgive me for being bad at following orders.
Ebenholz
......
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Kreide
Welcome back–– Your complexion looks terrible. What's wrong, did you get sick?
Ebenholz
I'm fine.
Kreide
You sure don't look fine to me. Go rest in bed and I'll boil some water for you.
Ebenholz
There's no need.
Kreide
Relax. I used to take care of Grandpa when he first got sick. Just lie down and let me handle the rest.
Kreide
If you don't get any better, I'm going to tell Hibiscus.
Kreide
I'll be right back!
Graf Urtica endures a splitting headache and lies there in bed.
His consciousness gradually blurs.
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Voice from Nowhere
Depraved maggots.
Ebenholz
?!
Voice from Nowhere
They would destroy your exalted bloodline...
Ebenholz
Shut up...
Ebenholz
Argh!
Voice from Nowhere
Self-deprecating trash!
Ebenholz
......
The sound of a cello comes from afar.
<i>...The Sky is blue and fine...β™ͺ</i>
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His headache is no less intense, but the voice in Graf Urtica's head is drowned out by the melody from the cello.
A wave of reprieve washes over him.
<span style="color: #000000"><i>...The Breeze lilts by in Song...β™ͺ</span></color>
This melody sounds somewhat familiar.
His splitting headache makes it impossible for him to gather his thoughts, but he feels he has heard this melody somewhere before.
<span style="color: #000000"><i>...The River murmurs clear...β™ͺ</span></color>
Where have I heard this before...
Where?
<span style="color: #000000"><i>...My heart––</span></color>
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