The Outcast |
Year: 984 - 01 |
Episode 1 - Episode 2 - Episode 3 - Episode 4 - Episode 5 - Episode 6 - Episode 7 - Episode 8 - Episode 9 - Episode 10 - Episode 11 - Episode 12 - Episode 13 - Episode 14 - Episode 15 - Episode 16 - Episode 17 - Episode 18 - Episode 19 - Episode 20 - Episode 21 - Episode 22 - Episode 23 - Episode 24 - Episode 25 - Episode 26 - Episode 27 - Episode 28 - Episode 29 - Episode 30 |
Episode: 1 | |
Location: Aboard Mephistopheles | |
Charon | Verg. |
Charon | Blockage ahead. Permission to vroom-vroom? |
The chatter was what finally got me to open my eyes. | |
After all, nothing beats blocking out your sight when you want to keep boredom at bay. | |
Not that there was much else to do on a bus whose destination was unknown to me… | |
My lack of head and memories certainly don’t help, either. | |
Vergilius | …… |
Vergilius | Alright, let’s proceed. |
Charon | Ok. Here come bumpity-bumps. |
Charon | Expensive washer fluid. Verg said he paid a fortune. |
The clumps stuck to the window gently dissolve, letting light through. | |
Many different sets of eyes on the bus are lethargically facing forward. | |
It felt like a pretty gruesome scene, but based on the others’ reactions, maybe this kind of violence is common in the City. | |
Dante | <Hey…> |
It felt rather awkward to close my eyes again now that I was wide awake. That’s when the conspicuously bearded man grabbed my attention. | |
Dante | <Bu― I mean, Glasses. Know where we’re going right now?> |
…A feature far more conspicuous than his beard made me slip. | |
Gregor | …You almost called me “bug guy”, didn’t you? |
Gregor | Once again, my name is Gregor. |
Gregor | The same way you’re called Dante and not clockface. |
…I couldn’t find any excuses so I just gave back a light nod. | |
Gregor | Say, Bus Girlie. Where are we headed? |
Charon | Once again, my name is Charon. |
Charon | The same way you’re called Gregor and not bug guy. |
Gregor | …… |
Dante | <She got you there, Gregor.> |
Gregor | Haha, she really did. |
Charon | …Verg said: |
Charon | “The Sinners will go to District 4.” |
Don Quixote | Whaaaat ho?! Did District 4 fall upon my ears?! |
Don Quixote | That place is known to be the home of the Grass Maiden! ‘Tis the origin of the heroine’s journey. And ‘twas the… |
Heathcliff | Bloody hell, you’re rattling on and on and on… |
Heathcliff | Can’t you just shut up and let the trip go in peace? |
Don Quixote | Why, I had remained silent unto mere moments ago! |
Heathcliff | I said to shut up! |
Ishmael | …Sorry, did you happen to realize you’re being louder here? |
Heathcliff | …Even if you can’t die, you sure as hell can suffer, no? So say that again. |
Ishmael | I say the right thing and your first response is violence? Shows how refined you are. |
Heathcliff | …Ha. |
I contemplated for a second. | |
Should I step in? Is this the part where I exercise my authority as the manager with dignity and grace? A faint memory urges me to do something. | |
Dante | <Now now, guys, it’s inadvisable to lose your c―> |
Heathcliff | Grh… |
Ishmael | Kuhㅡ |
Ryoshu | TRANCHES. |
Ryoshu | To right against noisy crying hogs entails scragging. |
Ryoshu | …… |
Don Quixote | Senseless violence shan’t be forgiven! I will bring about justice! |
Rodion | Aw~ I knew this would happen—it left a spot on my clothes. Look, do you guys really have to fight next to me? |
Dante | <I must be mad…> |
We haven’t even reached our destination and they've already killed three. Of our own, that is. | |
Vergilius | Can’t take a small break without anticipating trouble, can I. |
Vergilius | You four. Cleaning duty for the next month. |
Don Quixote | Such unfairness! I merely sought the hand of justice! |
Rodion | Oh, also! Tell them to do my laundry, too. Blood doesn’t wash off as easily as wine stains. Sheesh, dry cleaning’s costly… |
No one bats an eye at the lifeless janitors-to-be littering the floor. | |
Maybe they’re already taking their indefinite revivals for granted. | |
But, I don’t even know how exactly I’m supposed to bring them back… | |
Vergilius | Dante, I’d like you to turn the clock back. |
Dante | <Turn… the clock?> |
Vergilius | …Sigh. |
Vergilius | That must mean there’s a puzzled look where your face should be. I’ll keep that in mind. |
Vergilius | Ms. Faust. |
Faust | …… |
Vergilius gives Faust a tired nod and gestures to me. | |
She let out a small sigh but still came to my seat, probably out of a sense of obligation. | |
Faust | It’s the same thing you did the day we first met, Dante. Though, I suppose that was more of an instinctual reaction. |
Faust | Now, let’s try again. Close your eyes. |
Though I have no eyes to close, blocking out my sight is something I’ve done. | |
I had no reason not to follow Faust’s instruction here. | |
Faust | In fact, the door is everywhere. |
Faust | However, only you can see it. For the stars never set in your sky. |
At that, I felt a thread of light creep into my sight. | |
As if to open my eyes, I embraced that light. | |
Then I saw a space. | |
I was alone there. | |
And a massive door stood before me. | |
It wasn’t a pleasant sight. | |
Suffocating heat and agonized cries seep through the gap. | |
Hearing the endless laments and wailing for even a split second makes me feel faint. | |
However, I’m approaching the door, grasping at its handles as if it’s what I was born to do. | |
Despite being seemingly heavy, pulling it open was surprisingly easy. | |
I grope about in the door. Thousands upon thousands of last wails lay within. | |
And reaching inside, I grab a few unknown hands. | |
I can feel the histories of different sins bearing their brands crawl up my hand onto my arm. | |
Art thou prepared to share the pain? | |
Could that have been a question? Or rather, pressure to comply? | |
I pulled forth the Sinners grasping my hand with all my strength. | |
Dante | <…RAHHHHGH!> |
A terrible pain spreads through my neck and head. | |
It’s so crushingly severe, it makes me wish I were dead. | |
The indescribable sensation of bone and muscle twisting, entangling with each other, goes on for what feels like an eternity. | |
My legs weren’t prepared to endure all this agony; I fell to kneel atop the pool of blood in helplessness. | |
Then I see it. | |
Trembles in the bloody pools, gradually growing into waves and bubbles rising from the floor. | |
Soon, that blood soaking the ground coalesced into three masses. | |
Then the agony that seemed to last forever vanished just like that. | |
Location: Aboard Mephistopheles | |
Heathcliff | Mmgh… |
Ishmael | …Ugh. |
As the lumps of blood rose into the air and flew away, my sight was cleared of dreadful redness, returning to the grumbling bus. | |
Ryoshu | Keh… How does it feel to have your head back after it was severed? Was it exciting? |
Right as Heathcliff is restored to consciousness, he rubs his neck, mutters vulgar words, and approaches Ryōshū. | |
Dante | <Hold on, I just brought you back and you’re going straight into another fight?> |
Heathcliff turns around to glare at me. His eyes are those of a man devoured by blind fury. | |
Heathcliff | Isn’t it your job to bring us back? |
Heathcliff | If your job’s done, then step aside before I knock your dumb clock off. |
Sinclair | P—Please, wait! Dante looks like they’re in a lot of pain, so we really should sh― |
Before he could finish, Heathcliff’s steel bat caved in the side of Sinclair’s head. | |
Sinclair | Kurgh…grh… |
The incoherent gurgles of a dying person violated my ears. | |
Heathcliff | Next time, Clockface, you’re crushed. Are we clear? |
Ishmael | You really are as coarse as you look. |
Heathcliff | …Was dying once not enough for you? |
Heathcliff tightens his grip on the bat, and Ishmael is ready to swing her weapon as well. | |
…Have I seriously become the manager of people who can’t be stopped even by death? | |
While I was lost in thought, all tension in the bus suddenly dropped and froze over. | |
Vergilius | Ahem, it seems this team’s in serious need of discipline. |
Heathcliff | …! |
Ishmael | …… |
The Sinners on a collision course stopped dead in their tracks. | |
A cold pair of red eyes cast their glare between the two. | |
Vergilius | Rule number one. |
Vergilius | Do not let me hear weapons clashing inside the bus. |
Vergilius | If any of you break this rule as of now… |
Vergilius | You’re going to be begging for me to let you die. |
Vergilius | I’m sure you know I’m capable of that and more, right? |
Sinclair’s writhing on the floor was the only sound breaking the silence. | |
Heathcliff glowered, but couldn’t bring himself to argue back. | |
Vergilius | Dante, I’m sorry about this. I need you to rewind one more time. |
Dante | <I have to do that again…?> |
I’d rather die than have to bear that harrowing pain once more. I waggled my head in dejection. | |
The faint hint of a smile on Vergilius’s face vanishes as his expression shifts. | |
Vergilius | …You’d better open up while I’m still feeling generous enough to ask and offer apologies, Manager Dante. |
Vergilius | Oh, in case you’re refusing simply because you don’t want more pain, I can gladly help you with that. |
Vergilius | This degree of pain will feel like nothing by the time I’m done. Surely you’ll be a tougher person afterward, right? |
Outis | Did I hear correctly? I’m pretty sure our manager clearly declined your request. |
Vergilius | You… This is not the time to step in. |
Outis | I was informed when I joined the company that the Executive Manager would be my superior, not you. |
Outis | I would say that the manager has made themself clear with a shake of the head. |
Vergilius | I see, so their aide has decided to step in, is that it? |
Vergilius | Then it’s my turn to make clear what I mean. |
The red hue of his eyes grew deeper, much to my dread. | |
…I don’t really know what I’m meant to do as the manager, or if I even deserve to take this role. | |
But I felt that I should at least stop things here so we don’t get into an even bigger mess. | |
Reviving one should hurt less than reviving twelve at once… | |
Dante | <Outis… I’ll rewind the clock. It’s okay.> |
Vergilius noticed me motioning her to stand down, and withdrew the red glow from his glare as if in mutual understanding. | |
Vergilius | Good thinking. |
Outis | …As you wish, Manager. |
Outis seemed to want to add her input, but she promptly backed down and straightened herself out. | |
The red door greeted me again, along with the twisting sensation. | |
I’ve given up trying to describe the throes I go through. | |
Words can’t express it in full, anyway. | |
Sinclair | …Th, thank you very much… |
Sinclair stood up with a pained moan and bowed to me before waddling back to his seat. |
Episode: 2 | |
Location: Aboard Mephistopheles | |
Don Quixote | Pardon me! I have a question! |
Don Quixote suddenly raised her hand. | |
Vergilius | Shoot. |
Don Quixote | Verily, I understood the first rule well! What is the second rule, then? |
Gregor | Hah, really… Why are you so eager to learn that? |
Vergilius | …… |
Vergilius gave a cold stare to Ryōshū, who had just lit her cigarette. She looked back at him with a peculiar face. | |
Vergilius | Rule number two… |
Vergilius | Don’t litter the bus floor with cigarettes. They leave burn marks. |
Ryoshu | …Hah. |
The bus falls silent again. | |
Vergilius | Now wait a second, the bus shouldn’t be this quiet. Where’s the engine’s roar? |
Vergilius | Charon, why aren’t you speeding up? |
Charon | No food. Mephi is hungry. |
Vergilius | Good. We could use something to lift the mood. |
Are we dropping by a gas station? | |
The idea of Vergilius casually plugging a fuel nozzle into the bus like an average driver felt alien. | |
Vergilius | A car needs fuel to run. |
Vergilius | Charon, try flashing the headlights a bit. Like stage lights. |
Charon | Mhm, it’s dance timey. |
Ishmael | Wait, if we do that, we’re effectively asking to be attacked. |
Meursault | That appears to be the intent. |
Ishmael | …Sorry? |
I could hear someone slam the bus outside. | |
Number-nuts Hooligan | Oi! Leave all ya stuff behind and get off! Y’got 30 seconds! Ten! Nine! |
Sharp Hooligan | Ey, you skipped twenty of ‘em. |
Number-nuts Hooligan | Er… Uhh… Well say your prayers for the other 20! |
Ishmael | Sigh, why am I surrounded by dullards left and right. |
Heathcliff | …What’d you just say? |
Don Quixote | How cowardly of them to ambush us! They must be villains without a shadow of a doubt! |
Vergilius | Alright, everyone off. |
Vergilius | And one more thing: we want them near death, not dead. Got it? |
Episode: 3 | |
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With a guttural noise, the side of the bus lurches and splits open. | |
A number of human shapes littered the ground before its maw. Some were still conscious, while others weren’t exactly in one piece. | |
Then, the bus began devouring those served to it in the most literal sense. Gluttonously, voraciously. | |
Ryoshu | …… |
Ryōshū watched it with a satisfied expression, seemingly determined to savor every moment… | |
While in the corner of my eye, Sinclair was clearly distressed. | |
Sinclair | They… all look like they’re out of their minds. Don’t you think so too? |
His reaction got me curious to know their stories. | |
Dante | <Just to make sure… None of you were forced to join, right?> |
Though what I was involved in before my head’s change is a mystery, I myself was practically forced to join the company judging from what I know at the moment. | |
And maybe they aren’t so different from me, or so I thought, when… | |
Sinclair | Ah… |
Sinclair’s head drooped in response, like I struck a nerve. | |
Sinclair | That’s right. It was by my choice. I’ll get used to all this… Right? |
He muttered as if he were talking to someone other than me. | |
Don Quixote | ‘Tis what I would have done even if the company recruited me not! Look, yon horde of evil approaches! |
Episode: 4 | |
Location: Some Backstreets of District 4 | |
Rodion | Gee, when was the last time I had a feast? Even a big blocky machine eats better than we do… |
Faust | Do mind that all meals are provided with appropriately determined quantities. |
Rodion | It’s not nearly enough to get me going! |
I thought I heard Heathcliff shout “You think I’m doing this on a full stomach?!” in the distance, but Rodya seemed to pretend she heard nothing. | |
Speaking of… | |
Dante | <Does this bus run on stuff like blood or protein?> |
Faust | It’s Enkephalin, an energy source Lobotomy Corporation treated. |
Ishmael | You mean the previous L Corp. I heard it produced energy using its Singularity, though all that remains of the company now is rubble. |
Faust | That’s right, which is why it’s become a rarity these days. |
Faust | However, Mephistopheles is capable of forcibly extracting Enkephalin from the body. |
Dante | <The body…?> |
I posed a question, watching Outis give orders to the other Sinners, then glancing to the maw of the bus in turn. | |
Faust | Correct, Enkephalin can only be extracted from the brain and the spinal nerves. It can be taken from live subjects for greater efficiency. |
So that’s why Vergilius told the Sinners not to kill the assailants. | |
Dante | <Okay, and…> |
Faust | If “Why the rest of their body?” is what you’re thinking, there is a point, as their blood and flesh can also be processed into fuel. |
Faust | While Enkephalin is used to generate ignition and thrust, the remaining organic matter is spent on maintaining speed, thus reducing Enkephalin usage. |
Yi Sang | A hybrid. |
Faust went on to explain how most of the vehicle’s fuel is taken from the branch facilities, and that it won’t be a sufficient source on its own… | |
But most of it went in one ear and out the other. | |
Dante | <…Well, that’s complicated. I got that it’s tough work, at least.> |
Faust | Don’t mention it. Faust knows no struggle. |
Gregor | If anyone’s doing the heavy lifting, it’d be us… Hey! Manager Bud! More incoming! |
Episode: 5 | |
Location: Some Backstreets of District 4 | |
Vergilius | Hey! That’s enough of that. We’re expecting a guest any time now. |
Vergilius said, poking his head out the window. | |
Dante | <A guest? Who?> |
Faust | I’ve determined that we’ll need a guide as this is our first trip to a dungeon. |
Yuri | Excuse me… Are you the people from Limbus Company? |
Someone approaches us slowly. | |
Yuri | Looks like it… |
The bus had just about finished its meal, crunching on the last remaining bone chips. | |
Yuri watched it indifferently before introducing herself. | |
Yuri | I’m Yuri, a former employee of the previous L Corp. I look forward to working with you. |
Dante | <By L Corp, do you mean…> |
Gregor | Has to be Lobotomy Corporation. |
Faust | That’s right, we will explore the former branch facilities of Lobotomy Corporation—also called the old L Corp. |
Ishmael | If I were you, I wouldn’t have taken part in this. |
Ishmael | Being a fallen Wing and everything, I doubt your employment ended on pleasant terms. |
Rodion | What’re you on about? Any point in your life can be pleasant as long as you’ve money to spend. |
Gregor | Hrm, I heard those places are still teeming with monsters to this day… |
Faust | Not “monsters”, Abnormalities. The rumors are true, either way. But there are more important matters. |
Faust | In the deepest reaches of these branches are neoplastic plantlike growths holding the essence of L Corp’s technology. |
Vergilius | Dante, if you remember, I believe I offered to let you finish engraving your Aspect a few days ago. |
Vergilius | With the essence… those Golden Boughs in our hands, it’ll be as easy as pie. |
The word ‘Aspect’ still makes my head ache. | |
What was ‘I’ trying to do? | |
Faust | There’s no need to rouse your brain trying to remember what you can’t. It’ll all come back in due time. |
I returned a slow nod to Faust’s placid advice. | |
Alright, for now, I should focus on what I currently know and see. | |
Dante | <And if it’s Lobotomy Corp we’re scouring… we might find some Enkephalin, too.> |
Sinclair | Oh, does that mean we won’t have to… feed people into our vehicle? |
Ishmael | We could also grab some E.G.O if we’re lucky, so that’s three rats with one stone. |
E.G.O? That’s another unknown term that makes my head tilt… | |
But in any case, it seemed rather rude to keep talking to each other when we had a guest on board. | |
…And someone else seemed to agree. | |
Gregor | So, Miss Yuri, what’ve you been up to since the layoff? |
Gregor gave his best shot at making some conversation with a well-meaning smile to put the newest passenger at ease. | |
His brows seemed to twitch due to a lack of practice, but it’s no big deal. | |
Don Quixote | It appears to me that thou art an honorable Fixer! It is said that all Fixers exude the noble scent of heroes! |
As Yuri was nodding lightly, I heard Ishmael let out a deep sigh. | |
Ishmael | I don’t know who gave you that idea, but Fixers are anything but noble or heroic. The only scent you’ll smell is the miserable stink of wage slaves. |
Gregor | …It couldn’t have been easy to find another job so soon. Good that you’re holding up. |
Yuri | For now… I’m just a contract worker. |
Ishmael | Aha. That explains why you decided to crawl on back there. |
Ishmael | Did they promise to promote you to team leader or something if you struck gold in your former workplace? |
Yuri | …My contracts might get extended if I return with results. |
Gregor | R—Right. A good result is something to risk your life for if you want to earn a permanent spot. |
Ishmael | Ha, and what a futile life that is. |
Gregor | (Hey, what’s with the sarcasm? Is something a problem?) |
Ishmael | …I dunno, I have a problem with every single thing I’m hearing right now. |
Seemingly unaffected by the abrasive attitude, Yuri quietly took an empty seat. | |
Looking back and forth between the two, Gregor returned to his seat as well, scratching his head. | |
Dante | <I… can’t seem to get used to being around these people.> |
Vergilius | It will be beneficial for you to adapt to them sooner than later, Dante. |
Vergilius | …Charon, time to go. Our guest has taken her seat. |
Charon | Mephi’s tum revived. Charon’s raring to drive. |
Episode: 6 | |
Location: Aboard Mephistopheles | |
Yuri | Umm, sorry to ask… |
Yuri | But if I have the map, how do you know what roads to take? |
Answerless, the bus keeps speeding anyway. | |
Charon | We do have something to lead us… |
Charon | Intuition. Charon’s intuition. |
Yuri | Whaaat?! |
Charon | Pinky-hair, explain why you keep rubbing that odd paper in Charon’s face. |
Yuri | Because you keep going in weird directions! Take a look at this map. Our destination is to the southeast of here… |
Charon reluctantly gives the map a cursory glance, as she couldn’t ignore the thing right in front of her eyes. | |
Charon | Follow the heart. That’s where the true path lies. |
Don Quixote | Hear, hear! We all must follow as our hearts lead! |
Yuri | …You’re just admitting that you can’t read a map. |
Ishmael | You took the words right out of my mouth. |
Yuri and Ishmael put a palm over their respective faces at the same time, almost like they were in sync. | |
Rodion | Ooh! Did our driver make a new friend? |
Charon | Pinky keeps on blabbing. I know the way. |
Yuri | No, I mean, you’re going the wrong direction… |
Charon | Look ahead, more obstacles. Do I vroom-vroom? |
Vergilius | No, Charon. Wait one second. |
Famished Hooligan | Lookie! Nice bus you got there! Why don’tcha gimme a ride! |
Vergilius | …I guess Mephistopheles could use a helping of dessert. |
Vergilius | Get on down… It needs to be fed just a bit more. |
Episode: 7 | |
Location: Aboard Mephistopheles | |
Yuri | Now Charon, tell me, is this east or west? |
Charon | Charon only knows two directions: Mephi’s front and back. |
Yuri | How did you come so far with a driver who has zero sense of direction? |
Sinclair | Charon… Like I said, the sun rises from… |
At the driver’s seat, three heads gathered together over a map. | |
Well, one of them might have been at a slightly different elevation from the others. | |
Rodion | Pft… Chiquita~ Aren’t you gonna join them too? |
Don Quixote | I beg your pardon! I am no child! And most certainly not little! |
Watching Don Quixote shake her fist sky-high at Rodya, I noticed a bitter gaze falling upon them out of the corner of my view. | |
Dante | <…I’m starting to think that Yuri gal might’ve put up with a rough childhood.> |
Gregor turned around to take a glance in my direction, then shook his head and went back to looking at the driver’s side with his chin resting on his hand. | |
Gregor | …Wouldn’t be on the youngest side, either. Some Nests used to conscript anyone old enough to hold a knife. |
Nests… A Nest was basically the center of a District, if my memory is correct. | |
Sounds like Nests used to get into wars with one another in the past. | |
Dante | <Did that happen often?> |
Gregor | Not frequently, but it sure as hell did happen. |
Gregor | …Interested in learning about wars, Manager Bud? |
Dante | <Oh, I’m not really curious about the details, just gathering info I should know as the manager…> |
As I was about to go on, a glimpse of Gregor’s expression I caught from the side stopped me in my tracks. | |
His eyes seemed to be fixed somewhere far more distant than the driver’s seat. | |
Gregor | Don’t get me wrong, Manager Bud, I’m not trying to criticize you or anything. Heck, it’s actually a pretty standup attitude for a boss, I’d say. |
He slowly continued, taking a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. | |
Gregor | Still, ignorance is a gift you should savor while you have it, if you ask me. |
Gregor | Once you’re burdened with knowledge, there’s no going back. |
Without another word, he lit his cigarette. | |
Yuri | No, you should’ve turned right at that intersection! |
Sinclair | I-It’s okay, Charon. We can turn around at the next junction. |
Charon | Ahh… The woes of a driver. |
Gregor | Well… Looks like we have more pressing matters at hand. Ain’t that right, Manager Bud? |
Gregor cackled with cigarette smoke still in his mouth. | |
I was still curious to learn what he’d been through, but he’s right that I should focus on other things for now. | |
An urgent matter showed up right before our bus-shaped doorstep, too. | |
Vergilius | Enough squabbling now. More enemies inbound. |
Head Hooligan | You shoved my pals into that bus, you sick bastards! Are you nuts? |
Head Hooligan | You’ll pay for this! We were just gonna leave with the bus, but now I’ve gotta see you all bleed! |
Charon | Verg, fuel is making a fuss. Charon will get dizzy if many mouths are being noisy. |
Vergilius | Nothing to worry about, Charon. They’ll shut their mouths soon enough. |
Vergilius | Off the bus. |
Episode: 8 | |
Location: Aboard Mephistopheles | |
Yuri | Okay, let’s look at the map again. |
Charon | …… |
Sinclair | Charon, can you please focus? |
Looking at the trio arguing over the map once again, a question arose in my mind. | |
Dante | <By the way, this bus was specifically made for Limbus Company, right?> |
Faust | It was made exclusively for us, to be more precise. |
Isn’t that basically what I said? | |
Faust | You appear to be failing to identify the nuance. |
Dante | <…That’s weird, I don’t think I spoke that part out loud.> |
Is the clock broken or something? | |
Faust | I can tell that much without hearing it verbalized. |
Faust | There is nothing that Faust doesn’t know, after all. |
Dante | <Anyway, it must’ve taken a long while to get it out of the oven. Especially with that… “mouth” on the side.> |
Faust | It only took the expected amount of time. |
Dante | <……> |
Faust | …… |
She’s downright oppressive to talk to. | |
Faust | Faust is a well-renowned genius. She knows the ins and outs of the City. |
Heathcliff | Oi, if you’re so smart, why don’t you help those twits at the driverside figure out the way. Can’t sleep a wink with their constant bickering. |
Faust | Faust is no meddler. She answers to questions, but doesn’t chime in without being asked first. |
Faust | Additionally, there is no greater joy for a human being than to ponder on problems in order to grasp an answer. Faust would rather not spoil that delight. |
Ishmael | He wouldn’t get it. I doubt he’s pondered on anything ever. |
I saw Heathcliff’s grip on the bat tighten, however… | |
With Vergilius casting a glare his way, he clicked his tongue as he crossed his arms and forced his eyes shut. | |
Dante | <I wonder why they’re so vitriolic…> |
Gregor | Huh. You and me both, Manager Bud. You and me both. |
With Gregor’s snickers, the bus started again. |
Episode: 9 | |
Location: Aboard Mephistopheles | |
Rodion | Bweh… Greg, you know those pals? |
Gregor | Huh? Gimme a break… There’s no way I’d know someone in this corner of the Backstreets― |
Gregor’s face goes dark the moment he looks out the window. | |
Dante | <…Bug heads?> |
Unlike the other miscreants we’ve run into, they were part insectoid. | |
Rodion | Gosh… Dante, thank goodness your head’s shaped like a clock. I would’ve gagged if my manager was a huge bug. |
Ishmael | Isn’t that… the same type of augmentation you have, Gregor? |
Heathcliff | They stitch disgusting insect heads to their necks on purpose? |
Gregor | You’d better stay away. Wouldn’t want to catch the pest, ‘ne? |
Sinclair | Eek, is that true?! |
Gregor | Just a joke… Does my sense of humor not fly with kids your age? |
While Gregor was left scratching his head, the bus made a languishing sound and came to a slow, deflating halt. | |
Faust | In the past, G Corp. had procedures on most employees to give them biomimetic weapons like the one Gregor has. |
Ishmael | You used to work for the old G Corp, Gregor? That company must’ve been… |
Ishmael frowned as if she remembered something unpleasant, but didn’t speak further. | |
Gregor wore a smile on his mouth, but his hardened eyes were resting downcast, just as a moment ago. | |
Hong Lu | I wonder, where do people like them sleep at night? |
Vergilius | For many, the sky is the roof over their head, and the stars are their firelight. |
Hong Lu | Aha, so they’re the poetic sort! |
Dante | <I don’t think that’s what he meant…> |
Vergilius | And, unless my eyes deceive me, they’re intent on obstructing our journey. |
Vergilius | Aren’t you going to get off, Gregor? |
Gregor | Care to explain why you’re calling my name specifically? |
Vergilius | Who knows. I don’t feel like rambling about someone else’s past with my own tongue. |
Vergilius | Take the lead, Gregor. You know the reason. |
Gregor | …You’re one nasty fellow. |
A group of soldiers with the heads of insects gathered near the bus. | |
Gregor | Bah… I’m not too fond of being in the vanguard. |
InsectMan2 | What are you? Why does your arm look like ours? |
InsectMan3 | Hold on… I’ve seen that face before. |
Gregor | …Mostly on flyers and magazine covers, I’d bet. |
Dante | <Gregor? Do you know them from somewhere?> |
Ishmael | …Not really important right now, Manager. Don’t think we have the time for reminiscing. |
InsectMan2 | That arm bothers me… But, whatever. Point is, I can’t let you through. |
Dante | <Is that so. I suppose we can’t talk this out…> |
Rodion | Why are they showing their buggy sides out in the open, anyway? |
Rodion | They’d make kids cry. Really ought to take some concealing lessons from our Greg over here, right? |
Gregor | I’m a special case. The procedure makes those “buggy” parts grow on the head most of the time. |
Gregor | Although… I’m not sure if I’d consider myself lucky. |
Yuri | It feels like they’re trying to stop us from getting to the branch facility for some reason. |
Rodion | Are they after the Golden Bough too? |
Vergilius | Maybe so. |
Vergilius | There ought to be many that are after the essence. |
Vergilius | …And I’m sure each has their own wishes. Isn’t that true? |
Gregor | What’s that look for? I haven’t got a clue, either. |
Episode: 10 | |
Location: Aboard Mephistopheles | |
Charon | We’re here. Charon knew the way all along. |
Yuri | No, no you didn’t! Sinclair and I had to steer you from both sides nonstop. |
Sinclair | I’m glad that at least you learned to tell the difference between southeast and northeast, Charon. |
Dante | <So this is… the old L Corp?> |
Ishmael | This is my first time seeing it with my own eyes, too… It can’t have been long since ‘that’ happened. |
Hong Lu | My goodness… How can a building be in such a derelict state? |
Heathcliff | Hah, this is a surprising scene for our rich boy, is it. |
Vergilius | Cut the chatter. Time to step off. |
Location: District 4 - LC Branch Entrance | |
Dante | <Huh, there are people over there…> |
Faust | They’re Fixers from the same Office as Miss Yuri. |
Faust | They’re experienced explorers who have visited the branches of L Corp. a number of times. |
Vergilius | Give your greetings. The person on the left is Hopkins, and the one on the right is Aya. |
Aya | Greetings~ |
Hopkins | Th… The… The— |
Hopkins | The Red Gaze! It’s—it’s such an honor to meet you…! I’ve heard so many stories of your deeds, and to see you in person… |
Vergilius | Myeah. |
Vergilius | See the shabby warehouse there? That’s where the stairs leading down to the branch facility are. |
Vergilius | From there, Yuri here will be your guide. |
Yuri | …Yeah. |
Vergilius | These Fixers have been around a bit. Count on them to handle complications. |
Vergilius | That should be enough, yeah? This is as far as I can accompany you. I’ll be waiting back at the bus. |
Dante | <Huh? Wait, what?> |
Vergilius | You’re sorely mistaken if you expect me to babysit you forever, Dante. |
Heathcliff | So you’ll take a back seat and idle away all alone? |
Vergilius | If I get myself involved, the expedition would be a little too free of challenge, wouldn’t it? It’d turn into more of a tour. |
Gregor | …In other words, you want us to come back red, black, and blue. |
Ishmael | That’s the kind of line people with ulterior motives say… |
Vergilius | Think whatever you want. |
Vergilius | I’ve gotten you guides and everything, so do your best down there. |
Hopkins | Yes! I certainly won’t disappoint you, Mister Red Gaze! |
Aya | I’ll try my best, I think~ |
Episode: 11 | |
Location: District 4 - LC Branch Exterior | |
Vergilius | …Dante. A moment with me, please. |
While the team was busy exchanging greetings, Vergilius called me to a secluded place. | |
Vergilius | Let me tell you in advance that they’re only Grade 8 Fixers. |
Dante | <Grade 8?> |
Vergilius | …It means they’re low-rank drudges, errands being their main tasks. |
Vergilius | Use them for your benefit, but don’t rely on them. |
Dante | <I can’t count on them to deal with everything for us, in other words.> |
I nodded to let him know that I understood his point. | |
Vergilius | …You might be the only one on the bus I can actually converse with. |
Vergilius | …Well, best of luck, Dante. |
Vergilius pat my shoulder with a bitter smile before slowly making his way back to the bus. |
Episode: 12 | |
We entered the derelict building of Lobotomy Corporation. | |
As the light goes dim, the dreadful stench from underground grows stronger. | |
Sinclair | Urk… The smell… It’s awful… |
Yi Sang | Mmm… I can feel the waste collecting in my lungs. |
Yi Sang | The odor is so intense, it winds back to refreshing. |
Faust | Let me warn you one last time: If you die here, Dante won’t be able to resuscitate you even when the battle has finished. |
Hopkins | Resuscitate…? |
Aya | Must be a popular joke or something~ Whew, I can’t even tell what kind of stories circulate the City these days~ |
They seem to have misunderstood us, but seeing as Faust made no comment on it, I decided not to add my input. | |
The sources of this rancid smell were a more pressing concern. | |
Dante | <Looks like they probably died a while ago.> |
Outis | An astute observation, Manager. The corpses have reached the stage of active decay. |
Rodion | Bleh, looks like the bugs are having a feast over there. |
Gregor | …Let’s just hurry along. |
Rodion | Huh… Something up, Gregor babe? Are you scared of bugs? |
Gregor | …Now, I’m sure you’re more mature than shoving dead bugs in someone’s face… |
Rodion | Boo!!! |
Gregor | But just in case one of y― Gah! Put it away! What’s so funny about this?! |
Rodion | Pffhaw… I mean, it’s hilarious~ Who would’ve thought that you of all people’d be scared of these little wrigglers… |
Rodion | …Greg? Did you hate it that bad? |
Gregor | …Forget it. |
Outis | You there! Stop with your mischief this instant. Do not cause additional concerns for our manager! |
Faust | Hold on… this body is still warm. |
Yi Sang | Such is the sign of a recent attack. |
The gloom that had cast over Yuri’s face cleared after observing the bodies for a minute. | |
Yuri | These aren’t our… I mean, Lobotomy Corporation’s employees. |
Ishmael | I heard these buried facilities are considered pure goldmines now, attracting all sorts looking for riches. |
Ishmael | Phrases like the “Lobotomy Dream” or the “Enkephalin Rush” are apparently starting to catch on among Fixers and Syndicates. |
Ryoshu | LD, E-Rush… Got a nice ring to it… |
Ishmael | Sigh, that’s what you have to say after keeping quiet for so long…? |
Yi Sang | Is such a frivolous use of English not prone to blurring the original meaning? |
Ishmael | That’s what I’m sayi― |
Ishmael | Huh, you seem to be talking a lot more than usual, Yi Sang? |
Yi Sang | Does that reflect strangely? |
Faust | He was never really the quiet sort. |
Faust | He only had a… shift recently. |
Outis | It’s not a bad thing to have more lackeys with keen eyes. |
Outis | I’d like you to keep that up. Let us march. |
Yi Sang | You make yourself look like the captain here. I dare say that role belongs to the manager. |
Outis | …Please forgive my insolence, Manager. |
Frowning as though she were caught off-guard, Outis bows to me as she apologizes. | |
Dante | <N-No, it’s nothing. Let’s head down.> |
Most of the corpses’ body parts were morphed in bizarre ways. | |
One had pairs of wings protruding through their intestines, and another had horribly twisted antennae hanging down. | |
Yuri | These look kinda similar to the thugs we ran into just before, don’t they? |
Ishmael | You mean those bug-headed people? |
Outis | Quiet, I’m seeing Uniform Tangos ahead. |
As Outis noted, multiple figures could be seen down the corridor. | |
Rodion | (Uni…form? What’s all that?) |
Gregor | (Unidentified targets… Possibly hostile.) |
Outis | …Mhm. |
I’m sure one idea crossed all of our minds: | |
The enigmatic ‘Abnormalities’ that might be roaming this facility, as Faust mentioned. | |
That might be what those shadowy figures are. | |
Outis | …We have no choice but to face them. |
Crooked Veteran | Hey! Who goes there?! |
Instead, what we faced was people. | |
It was too early to deem that as fortunate, though. | |
Crooked Veteran | Huh? I thought we were the only people ‘round here. |
Vulgar Veteran | Did they slip past our team at the entrance? Those scavengers keep coming one after the other. |
Heathcliff | Oi, bug buggers! You friends with the bodies back there? |
Vulgar Veteran | Bodies?! You bastards didn’t… |
Crooked Veteran | Wait. |
Crooked Veteran | …I don’t know where you scum’re from, but hear me out a sec. |
Crooked Veteran | You’re here for the Enkephalin, aren’t ya? If you go just one floor down, there’s a treasure trove just waiting to be nabbed. |
Crooked Veteran | Whatever’s on that floor is yours. We’ll just take what we can here and be on our… |
Crooked Veteran | …way. Ha—Haha. |
Gregor | Tsk, so you recognized me, huh. |
The moment the soldier’s eyes landed on Gregor’s face… | |
Their thin veil of kindness was torn down. | |
Crooked Veteran | Traitorous pissant… |
Gregor | Ahh, you must’ve been dispatched to the front lines too. I look better in real life than on those flyers, right? |
Crooked Veteran | Cut the cheeky crap! I’m disgusted that I once saluted to your face. |
Gregor | Whoa, easy there, it’s not like you had to salute me in person. |
Vulgar Veteran | While you posed as a normal member of society thanks to your dumbass privilege freeing you from the side effects… |
Vulgar Veteran | We never even got a chance, you fraternizer. We were thrown away right after the war was lost. |
Gregor | …I was tossed out all the same, you know. Isn’t that how it is for all the soldiers? |
Gregor | So this is the lifestyle you chose? Rifling through the trash like actual bugs? |
Outis | Halt! No good can come out of taunting your foe! |
Gregor | You served the military too. Y’know where this is going. |
Gregor | We’re not getting outta this without a fight. |
Crooked Veteran | …We were planning to let you through, we really were. |
Vulgar Veteran | But now, I’ll mince you and your traitor friend into mutt meat. |
Heathcliff | Like hell you were. You were gonna wait for us to climb back up with the Enkephalin so you could backstab us and swipe it. |
Sinclair | W—Wait, were they? |
Heathcliff | They’ve fallen to rock bottom and below, an’ I swear down they don’t care a whit for honor, eh? |
Heathcliff | Well-off or broke, people turn on each other as long as there’s something. You’re way too naive to think otherwise. |
Episode: 13 | |
Gregor lights his cigarette and takes a drag, followed by smoke streaming out from his mouth. | |
Ishmael | They’d have fared better than this if they got a job at a security company or something… |
Outis | They spent their entire lives as soldiers. The changes required for them to start a new life must have been overwhelming. |
Gregor | You have no idea how stubbornly the stigma of a fallen Wing’s remnants will haunt you. If anyone’s generous enough to take you in, licking their boots is the least you can do… |
Yuri | …… |
Gregor | Oh… Sorry ‘bout that. Should’ve chosen my words carefully. |
Yuri | No, it’s fine. I’m sure things were rough with G Corp’s fall, too. |
Yuri | …The breaking of a Wing is a turbulent affair for many people. |
Episode: 14 | |
Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
Yuri | I’ve never seen those before… |
Hopkins | You don’t know? |
Hopkins’ face quickly turned into a cold frown. | |
It was in such stark contrast to the face he showed before Vergilius, I shuddered in fright. | |
Yuri | No, I… Well… |
Hopkins | Don’t you know why we bothered to let a fallen Wing’s feather into our Office? |
Yuri | T—To deal with requests taking place in L Corp. branches more safely… |
Hopkins | Exactly. I didn’t even expect much from a low-rank agent. |
Hopkins | Just two simple jobs: lead the way, and tell us how to deal with those Abnormaladies or whatever. |
Hopkins | Now look… What do you expect us to do with just “Oh nooo, I’ve never seen those before!” Huh? |
Aya | Gosh, Hopkins, feeling hangry? Take it easy~ |
Yuri | …… |
Faust | If they are in fact new to Ms. Yuri, then these might be another type of entity derived from Abnormalities… Perhaps a new species. |
Yi Sang | That Corporation might not have had every specimen in their confines, either. |
Yi Sang | Yuri, there is no reason to lambaste yourself for neglecting to remember what you were never taught. |
Hopkins | Ahem… |
Yuri | …Thank you, sir. |
Heathcliff | What’s there to argue about? All that matters is we beat ‘em to death, right? |
Meursault | Give the word, and we’ll do it. |
Episode: 15 | |
Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
Hopkins | Impressive… I expected no less of the Red Gaze’s minions. |
Ryoshu | …What’d you say? |
Aya | Oh boy, there goes Hopkins again, being clumsy with his tongue… I’ll apologize in his stead~ Heheh. |
Aya | What’s taking you so long though, Hopkins? Hemorrhoids acting up again? |
Hopkins | W-What—no I’m not! Dunno what you mean… |
Hopkins got up after a bit of dawdling. | |
His pockets were laden with something, but I decided not to bother pointing it out. |
Episode: 16 | |
Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
Faust | Well, I suppose this place is as good as any. |
As I opened the door, Faust suddenly stood before me. | |
Faust | Dante, close your eyes and look for the glimmer hiding in the dark. |
Faust | Find the faint star of truth, twinkling gently. |
Dante | <The star… This one won’t hurt, right?> |
Faust | It shouldn’t cause you any pain since you’re simply locating it. |
Something about the way Faust put that bothered me, but I decided to trust her and block my sight. | |
Faust | When you open your eyes, what seemed so far away… |
Faust | Will shine right into your vision. |
Dante | <That’s… beautiful.> |
Dante | <That light… Is it only visible to me?> |
Faust | Not quite. Through you, now all of us can see it. |
Faust | Even though we’re inside a dungeon, we can now reap the benefits of your ability through the star. |
Ishmael | Can you please hurry up with the clock, then? I think I dislocated my shoulder. |
Yuri | The clock? It wasn’t just for show? |
Gregor | That’s not all it does. They have a really neat power. You should come and take a look, Yuri. |
Dante | <…Will no one recognize the pain I endure?> |
Episode: 17 | |
Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
Rodion | Ah~ That felt real good. |
Dante | <I’m dying here…> |
Aya | What an amazing clock you’ve got~ I haven’t seen that technology anywhere. |
Hopkins | That has to be on the level of a S-Singularity… What Wing could be responsible… |
Hopkins greedily stared at my head. | |
I really tried to ignore it, but looking at his stuffed pockets again… | |
Rodion | Dante? Why are you clutching your head like that? |
Dante | <I—It’s nothing.> |
Yi Sang | Miss Faust, can our manager not restore the lives of our guides using the clock’s power? |
Faust | The clock will only work for us Sinners. |
Aya | Aw, gee~ I s’pose that’s for the better. |
Aya | Imagine you’re dragged right back to life with a gaping hole in your stomach. Wouldn’t that suck? |
Aya | Nah, y’know what, you’re lucky if a hole is punched in your gut. You’d be a goner in seconds― |
Dante | <Huh…? Wait―!> |
Aya | Ah. |
A hard tentacle erupts from the wall and penetrates Aya’s abdomen in an instant. | |
Outis | All units, prepare for battle. |
Aya | …What’d I tell you? |
Aya | I’ve always… been a… lucky girl… |
Yuri | AYA!! |
Yi Sang | Her life has departed. |
Gregor | …… |
Gregor | Come, now... You’ll have to keep it together, especially in times like these, yeah? |
Yuri | B-But… |
Faust | The attack is under an unusual form. It’s likely that we are facing an Abnormality. |
Outis | Manager. Your command, please. |
I felt pity for Yuri; she looked at Aya’s corpse and then back to us with tears. Nevertheless… | |
Dante | <…Yuri, Hopkins, and Aya. Those three I can’t revive.> |
Dante | <We have to fight now if we don’t want any more casualties.> |
Outis | A wise decision, Manager. |
Hopkins | You can make sense of that ticking…? |
Outis gave Hopkins a fiery glare, but soon reminded herself of her priorities and breathed in to shout. | |
Outis | …It’s the manager’s order, lackeys! |
Outis | You will surround the enemy in formation. The target is the Uniform ahead! |
Yuri | …Okay. |
Gregor | To be honest… I’m not sure if you can say that thing has a “form”. |
Slowly encroaching vines, followed by the shadow of a figure that looks to be several times taller than a human. | |
It… was approaching, begetting fright unlike any foe we’ve faced up until now. |
Episode: 18 | |
Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
Heathcliff | So what? That was it? |
Ishmael | I heard Abnormalities were supposed to be so powerful that even suppressing them is a dangerous task… |
Faust | It’s the Qliphoth Deterrence in action. |
Heathcliff | Huh? Coffee pots? |
Faust | …A force that weakens Abnormalities. Its original purpose is to safely supervise them in containment. |
Faust | As we continue our assignment in collecting more Golden Boughs, the deterrence will weaken as well. Although this was a simple battle… |
Ishmael | …Later on, one of them might take our lives more than a hundredfold to handle it. |
That’s a terrifying thought… | |
Dante | <…Where’d its corpse go, anyway? I’m pretty sure that attack did it in…> |
Outis | It was felled without a doubt. All thanks to your exceptional command, Manager. |
Dante | <It couldn’t have disappeared into the sky…> |
Outis | Brilliant insight as always, Manager. Such possibilities cannot be ruled out. |
Gregor | …Is the tough-looking ceiling above us not a thing to you two? |
Yuri | …Over there. |
Listless, Yuri pointed at something. | |
The shock of losing Aya must’ve shaken her badly, but seeing her hold her own and keep her head up… | |
I felt I should let her be and follow along with her for a while. | |
Dante | <…Is that an egg?> |
Faust | It’s the core of the Abnormality. When suppressed via appropriate measures, it will be reduced to this condensed ovate form. |
Yuri | …And it’ll hatch, once enough time has passed here. |
Heathcliff | Hatch? You’ve got to be joking… |
Ishmael | You mean, those things won’t die? |
Faust | Abnormalities simply cannot die. It’s one of the factors that contributed to L Corp’s massive energy production. |
Yuri | As an employee, my job was to put the core back in its containment unit… Now things have changed. |
Ishmael | Umm… What can we do before this egg hatches? |
Faust | Limbus Company has a department dedicated to dealing with Abnormalities like this. They’ll retrieve them for us. |
Yuri | Right… Was it the After Team? I remember hearing about them during orientation. |
Rodion | What’s stopping you from calling them now? |
Faust | The transmission device… is on Mephistopheles. |
Gregor | …Figures. |
Faust | No need to worry. Once we have the Golden Bough, we’ll return whether we like it or not. |
Episode: 19 | |
We went down a floor. | |
Yuri | I didn’t think I’d come back here. |
Faust | Most of Lobotomy Corporation’s facilities consist of multiple floors. |
Faust | And each floor is expected to be occupied by an Abnormality marking its domain. |
Rodion | Seriously?! There’s more of ‘em? |
Gregor | So… Where’d you figure all that info about what we’ll face and stuff? |
Faust | Faust knows it all. |
Yuri | The guide said a Before Team does reconnaissance in advance. |
Gregor | …So you only know that because you have ties to the staff. |
Faust | I never claimed otherwise. |
Outis | Anyway, this means we should expect a great threat on every floor. |
Outis | It’d be idiotic to advance into the unknown without making sure that we’re clear of danger in at least one direction, leaving us with no choice but to take them down as we go… |
Faust | You took the words right out of Faust’s mouth. |
Yi Sang | Is it not a splendid thing to be able to convey your intentions before they have been verbalized? |
Faust | …Dante, it’s time to see the star. |
Dante | <I’m your manager, not a scapegoat, you know…> |
Episode: 20 | |
Another veteran appeared in the dark, carrying a depressed aura. | |
His sparkling old badge seemed to signify a high rank once held. | |
InsectMan | …Manager Gregor? |
Gregor | I think I remember that face of yours. But why? |
InsectMan | …I was the head manager of your team. |
InsectMan | Not only did you desert us, you now have the audacity to take the lives of your old comrades—my subordinates. |
Gregor | Look, the war ended a decade ago. But, I guess some folks still haven’t let go of their obsolete ranks, huh? |
InsectMan | Ended? Nothing has ended. |
InsectMan | Nothing… has ended… dammit… |
InsectMan | The war may have been over for you when you deserted G Corp… |
InsectMan | But we’re fighting for our lives on the battlefield to this day. |
Gregor | As much as I didn’t want to relate to you this way… |
Gregor | I’m not really that different here. |
InsectMan | Then you ought to understand, Gregor. |
InsectMan | There is only one verdict that awaits deserters. |
Gregor | You say that like it means something… But it’s against company policy to carry out summary execution for personal revenge, my Head Manager. |
Episode: 21 | |
Perhaps the time this ex-soldier spent off the battlefield was long enough to rust his prowess. | |
The head manager who must have defeated countless enemies in his glory days was now nearing his own end. | |
Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
InsectMan | You were once well-respected, Gregor… |
Gregor | …I never really asked for respect. |
InsectMan | Don’t proceed any further… Only hell awaits you. |
Gregor | Sorry, but I don’t think I can follow your advice. I ought to be a go-getter if I don’t wanna be fired. |
InsectMan | Have you abandoned your honor… for some pittance? |
Gregor | I sold that away long ago, right with my medal. Landlord couldn’t wait for rent any longer. |
A bitter smile appeared on the head manager’s face. | |
InsectMan | You’re… no different from us… |
InsectMan | In the end, we’re… |
InsectMan | Nothing… but disgusting pests… |
He took a few more shallow breaths, then ceased to move. | |
Gregor | …Hey, mind if I borrow a cig? |
Ryoshu | …Just this once. |
Gregor put the borrowed cigarette next to the one he already held in his mouth, then lit it and tossed it on the chest of the deceased commander. | |
Gregor | Sorry, didn’t wanna share mine with that thing. |
Ryoshu | …Hmph. |
Ryōshū gave a snort. The smoke from Gregor’s cigarette lingered with the prevailing silence in the air for a short while. |
Episode: 22 | |
Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
Ishmael | There appear to be no more signs of the ex-soldiers from this point onward. |
Sinclair | The commander did warn us not to go further… |
As we proceeded, we discovered bodies that seemed to have been there for quite some time. | |
Yuri | These are our… no, L Corp’s employees… |
Yi Sang | I see traces of blunt instruments. All the bodies share them, in fact. |
Yuri | A management report… This document contains instructions for keeping Abnormalities in check. |
Yuri | Normally, employees tasked with catering to Abnormalities memorize the instructions to the point of reciting them flawlessly… They don’t usually carry notes like these. |
Yi Sang | I dare suspect that no remaining employees had the necessary information when an Abnormality breached… |
Heathcliff | …Hmh. |
Yuri | If the eggs weren’t moved into containment yet… that could be the case. |
Dante | <There are way too many corpses here.> |
Ishmael | What kind of Abnormality could have massacred all these employees― |
Ishmael | Wait… What’s this smell? |
Hopkins | …You see, our Office purchased an expensive device the other day. |
Heathcliff | What’re you on about? |
Hopkins | Sources suggested that toxin levels started to rise after a certain floor. |
Rodion | Uh, I’ve been bleeding from my ears a bit~ Is this okay? |
Don Quixote | No battle is without adversi― Pfehgh, gahf! Khoff! |
Hopkins | I was told that continued exposure to it may cause bleeding, like that. |
Rodion | Nhg… How are you so fine, though? |
Yuri | This is… It’s the anti-Abnormality gas grenade supplied to employees. |
Yuri | One must’ve… Cough… Gone off… Somewhere between the bodies here… |
Hopkins | True, the toxicity levels do appear to be intense around this area. |
Hopkins had put on a gas mask before we noticed. | |
Rodion | Hey now, what about us? |
Faust | We weren’t granted any additional supplies. |
Heathcliff | You slippery rat, you knew all this time? You’re not getting away with… Ngh… |
Heathcliff stopped mid-sentence and fell to one knee. | |
Faust | Your blood flow will quicken if you’re agitated. In other words, the toxin will spread faster. |
Faust | Try to remain calm, minimize movement, and breathe at regular intervals. |
Yuri | Hopkins… Why… Cough. Why didn’t you tell me about this? |
Hopkins | Oh, I’ve got a question for you too, Yuri. |
Hopkins | Why would I make our Office waste our precious funds on expensive gadgets for dead weight like you to use? |
Yuri | …… |
Hopkins | If we’re being real, it’s a miracle that you managed to join us in the first place. |
Hopkins | Maybe Aya took pity and gave you special treatment… but she’s gone now, so who cares? |
Heathcliff | Sneaky blighter… Is that how you want to live… |
Hopkins | Don’t be silly, everything’s fair game for a Fixer. |
Hopkins | Hearing that the Red Gaze had company tickled my curiosity, but as it turns out… |
Hopkins | You were just a bunch of ragtag lunatics who thought it’d be a good idea to walk straight into these facilities with zero prep. |
Heathcliff | What a sick joke… Can’t do anything but watch… |
Feeling the ire towards him, Hopkins backed away and scurried to the exit. | |
Hopkins | Well, at least I managed to grab an armful of Enkephalin thanks to you. |
Hopkins | I’ll write in my report that you all went missing, ‘cause “suffocated to death” is just too embarrassing. |
Hopkins | Ta-ta. |
Yuri | …… |
Yuri slumped to the floor, watching blood pour from her nose to her hands. | |
And she’s not the only one. Rodya, Heathcliff, and the other Sinners are suffering from blood loss too. | |
Dante | <Gregor?> |
Gregor | Tsk, I took this with me so you could have something to remember her by… |
He was holding the same type of gas mask as the one Hopkins wore. | |
Yuri | But why… |
Gregor | Heard Aya—cough—gave you special treatment, didn’t she…? This is as good as yours then. |
Gregor | As for our unprepared band of lunatics… we do have a way out. Don’t worry about us. |
Coughing up blood, Yuri put on the mask. | |
Yuri | …I know he’s right. |
Yuri | I know earning recognition from an Office of strangers is a hard thing to do, even if I take on all kinds of errands day and night. |
Yuri | There were only 3 minutes left until the branch was locked down… |
Announcement | [INITIATING SITE BURIAL.] |
Yuri | The doors were about to close on me. |
Announcement | [ENERGY TRANSFER IS 85% COMPLETE.] |
Alex | Yuri, don’t leave me behind! Yuri! |
Yuri | So what else am I supposed to do? |
Yuri | Is it so wrong that I survived? |
Yuri | Should I have been buried alive alongside my coworkers? |
Yuri | When the whole building was going under, all so the Abnormalities won’t escape? |
Gregor | Khoff… It is a sin. At least down here. |
Ishmael | Kahoff, kahf. That stings a little, Gregor… |
Standing astounded, I snapped back to reality and checked on the Sinners. | |
Half of them had already passed away on the floor, and Ishmael’s head drooped just after she said her last words. | |
Yuri | A sin… |
Gregor | But, pah… So what, buddy… |
Gregor | You’ve got to live on like it’s nobody’s business. |
Gregor | Cough. Laying guilt on yourself over spilt milk… will wear your heart out… |
Yuri | …… |
With Gregor drawing his last breath, Yuri and I became the only surviving members standing in the area. | |
Dante | <Uhm… D-Don’t worry too much about us. I can take them back there and revive them.> |
I knew mechanical ticking was all Yuri could hear, but I did my best to communicate my message to her nonetheless. | |
Yuri | …I know. |
Yuri ended the conversation with not a word after. | |
After a long period of awkward gloom, the toxic gas finally dispersed. | |
Yuri | …Looks like it’s okay now. |
Dante | <Hmm? Oh, yeah.> |
Yuri | I’ll give you a hand. Let’s go bring your people back to life. |
Saying that, Yuri took the gas mask off and calmly carried the Sinners on her shoulders, one by one. | |
Unsure what to say for her, I remained quiet. |
Episode: 23 | |
Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
Dante | <Were those Abnormalities responsible for killing all the employees?> |
Yuri | I doubt that. If my guess is right… |
Outis | Keep your eyes ahead, Manager. There’s another one of them. |
A humanoid being wearing the head of a statue was sitting against the wall. | |
LobotomyFriend | Hi…? Are you… here to… draw your lot…? |
LobotomyFriend | Gather all your IDs… and give them… to me… Then we’ll find the winner. |
Its hand was barely grasping onto the strap of an employee ID card. “Alex” was the name written on it. | |
Yuri | …Alex. |
Heathcliff | Gone nuts, hasn’t she? And what’s that babble about winners? |
Yuri | Some Abnormalities… demanded regular offerings as part of the managerial guidelines. |
LobotomyFriend | You shouldn’t go that way… They will find you… |
Yuri | …And the offering happened, didn’t it? |
LobotomyFriend | It’s your turn… to draw… |
Dante | <Offering…?> |
Ishmael | What happens if no human sacrifice is made? |
Yuri | We never found out… We followed every procedure without fail. |
Ishmael | I guess it escaped and started killing people left and right. |
Heathcliff | Ha! That “Abnormality” must’ve been one spineless bugger. Does it thwack victims in the back of the head? |
Yuri | What… do you mean? |
Heathcliff | Did you all get jabbed in the eyes or what? Those wounds were clearly left by humans. You can tell they were beating the shite out of each other. |
Heathcliff | Those thickos killed each other in a fight. |
Yuri | B—But for what reason? |
Heathcliff | S’clear as day. |
Heathcliff | Probably figured they could survive a while even after the branch was buried. |
Heathcliff | Keep offering folks from time to time, and the rest might get rescued one day. |
Heathcliff | Guess they kept the lots going for a few months. It was the safest way they had to keep the thing in check. |
Heathcliff | Problem, though: Y’think the one picked as the fall guy would gladly accept his fate? |
Heathcliff | If I was them, I’d rather strangle the bloke next to me. |
Heathcliff | Better them than me, ain’t that right? |
Heathcliff | …An’ the rest is history, I bet. |
Ishmael | And the last survivor… put on the stone mask belonging to the statueheads… |
Ishmael | Believing that it’ll save her from being sacrificed. |
Yuri | That can’t be. Alex wouldn’t kill others just so she could live… |
Heathcliff | How do you know that? You can’t even be sure if that’s actually Alex or not. |
LobotomyFriend | Let me… give you a tip… |
LobotomyFriend | You’ll be much better off… going on your own foot… before they come take you… Kehe… Kehe… |
Outis | Let us be on our way. This person will perish before long. |
While everyone else moved along, Yuri remained in place and continued to stare down the statue-clad individual. | |
Yuri | It wasn’t your fault… You know it’s not, right? |
LobotomyFriend | Leave me behind, Yuri… Please leave me… |
Yuri | …… |
Dante | <…Time to go.> |
Episode: 24 | |
Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
Rodion | This floor is crawling with maggots. |
Dante | <These bugs aren’t so bad after the last floor’s Abnormality. Don’t want anything like that ever again.> |
Rodion | Pft… Sure Greg would be glad to hear that. Aren’t you, buggy buddy? |
But Gregor wasn’t paying attention to Rodya. | |
Gregor | …Don’t you all hear something? |
Ishmael | We’ve been hearing a constant growl. Rodya, are you really that hungry at a time like this? |
Rodion | H-Hey, you’re supposed to let that kinda stuff slide~ Please, girl? |
Gregor | No, not that… It’s like… |
For the first time on the expedition, Gregor walked ahead of the group and opened the door next to him as if by some compulsion. | |
Yuri | Wait, that’s a containment unit…! |
Gregor | It’s like… that time… |
No, the door was already open. | |
Gregor gazed into the shower of golden light pouring from the room. | |
Dante | <Grego—!> |
Ishmael | Did we… travel back in time? |
I see an overcast sky. | |
Cries and screams twist and ring out at a distance. | |
And in that sky, gunfire and artillery create a cacophony. | |
Outis | Isn’t it clear enough? This is… |
Location: Midst of the Smoke War | |
Outis | A battlefield… The heart of it. |
Gregor | …A-Am I… dreaming? Or a nightmare? Why—Why here again… |
Heathcliff | So why the hell are we in a bloody battlefield?! Is this a trap or something? |
Faust | No. We’re on the right track. |
Faust | The essence of the technology we’re looking for is not far from here. |
Ishmael | You mean the Golden Bough? |
Faust | Correct. Do you recognize when this was? |
Outis | Anyone with functioning eyes should know at a glance. |
Dante | <Uhhh, I actually… don’t.> |
I confessed. | |
Outis | It’s obvious that you wouldn’t recognize this, Manager. You don’t have eyes that fit conventional definitions. |
Ishmael | Was that the best excuse you have… |
Outis cleared her throat as if to mask her embarrassment, then turned her narrow gaze to the battlefield. | |
Outis | Judging from the colorful wave of garish flags showing off the factions in play… |
Outis | This is at least 70 days into the Smoke War… |
Outis | …This concludes briefing, Manager. |
Suddenly, there was a strong tug at Heathcliff’s coat from behind. | |
Tomah | Are you out of your minds? You need shelter, now! You’ll age rapidly if exposed to that bomb’s blast! |
Tomah | The outpost next to ours turned into a nursing home—they can’t even walk without sticks! |
Heathcliff | Who the hell are you and why do you act like you know us— |
Tomah | Oh! Manager Gregor! My respects, sir! |
The bandaged man snapped to attention and saluted Gregor as soon as he saw him. | |
Gregor | …You. |
Tomah | You wouldn’t recognize me, sir. I’m Tomah from Biomimetics Maintenance! |
Tomah | I thought you were part of the front unit; I didn’t expect to find you here at the back. |
Tomah | Are you on your way to the front? I could help you get there since the augmentation on my legs allows me to jump― |
Rodion | Bweh, that sounds gross. |
Tomah looked at Rodya with suspicion. | |
Tomah | You, what did you just… |
Gregor | H-Hey, Tomah! So you’re an assistant manager—or regular staff? |
Tomah | Sir, yes, sir! I’m an assistant private, sir! |
Gregor | Err, you see, s-she’s a new hire who had her procedure not too long ago, so… Still getting over the confusion, y’know. I’ll give her a good talking to. |
Tomah | Ah, I get it… Our corporation must be getting desperate, sending unprepared employees to battle. |
Gregor | Yeah, we’re—sorry for the trouble. I’ve got to take her somewhere real quick… |
Gregor practically yanked himself out of the conversation and hurriedly walked to Faust. | |
Gregor | Just what’s going on, Faust? These are… |
Gregor | …my memories. |
Faust | We’re in the fathoms of your ego, to be precise. |
Faust | An open path in your psyche. In other words… |
Faust | We’ve entered your heart and mind, Gregor. |
Episode: 25 | |
Location: Central Front in the Smoke War | |
Yuri | Guh… I think I’m gonna throw up. Everything is wobbling… |
Faust | It would appear that psychogenic pressure is rising. |
Faust | But you should be… fine… |
Gregor | I think I once had an unsettling nightmare. |
Gregor | Maybe I’m still in one, even now. |
Gregor | In this dream, there are only two colors in the room where I stand. |
Gregor | The blue covering every wall, and the dangling dot of red. |
Gregor | I know how to get out of here, too. |
Gregor | All I had to do was stretch out my arm and cut the hanging apple. |
Gregor | The people in blue coats seemed to think I failed to understand that. |
Gregor | They would come in several times a day and explain it to me over and over… |
Gregor | Unfortunately for them, that wasn’t the part I struggled to understand. |
Gregor | When I finally gave up thinking about it, and the sliced apple fell to the floor… |
Gregor | The door was opened. |
Gregor | I don’t remember what drove me to do it. |
Gregor | Maybe I was exhausted mentally. |
Gregor | Or maybe I thought to resign myself to it. |
Gregor | In either case, what I do remember is my desire to break free from the nightmare. |
??? | You finally did it. I knew you could. The surgery was successful, after all. |
??? | You just have to keep it up. Chop up the apples in front of you. Simple, isn’t it? |
??? | Oh, right. Happy fifteenth birthday! |
Gregor | …Okay. |
Gregor | A nightmare I escaped through renunciation and resignation. |
Gregor | One day, as I awoke from my unsettling dreams… |
Gregor | I had found myself transformed into some hideous pest. |
Gregor | I cut apples in half. |
Gregor | Some were hard, some crumbly, some were soft, some sappy. |
Gregor | The sugary smell made me sick sometimes. |
Gregor | At some point, I realized something: |
Gregor | I thought I woke up from the dream. |
Gregor | But I was still right in the middle of that nightmare. |
Episode: 26 | |
Location: Central Front in the Smoke War | |
Gregor | Still in a battlefield… |
Yuri | …It’s the same place as before. Though, something about it is different. |
There was a strong tug at Heathcliff’s coat from behind. | |
Tomah | Are you out of your minds? Get to shelter, now! You’ll age rapidly if exposed to that bomb’s blast. |
Tomah | The Nest next to ours turned into a nursing home—they can’t even walk without sticks! |
Rodion | Hold on, isn’t he the same guy we just… |
Tomah | It’s not a problem, because Manager Gregor is with us! |
Tomah | He doesn’t suffer side effects like the rest of us, and he can regenerate his arm, too! |
Tomah | He was operated on by none other than Hermann, our most skilled director. |
Gregor | …… |
Tomah | A hero shouldn’t be on the rearguard. I’ll give you a ride! |
Rodion | Wh-What the hell? Get away from me! |
Four pairs of wings emerged from his back, clicking and twitching. | |
Tomah | Why are you running? You should raise G Corp’s banner and take the lead on the frontlines! |
Gregor | I… |
Gregor | I never wanted any of this… Not the procedure, nor the war… |
Tomah | Take the lead… Take… T… |
Tomah’s mouth opens unnaturally, and a pair of long antennae begin to grow from his face. | |
Rodion | Yeek… We gotta fight them again? My stomach is gonna turn… |
Outis | What is that display of weakness? Do you wish to be punished for insubordination? |
Dante | <…I think we should run here?> |
Outis | An excellent plan, Manager. You know when to strike and when to withdraw. |
Heathcliff | …The hell is her deal? |
Faust | …Retreat is not an option. |
Ishmael | I don’t get it. I heard every employee under the corporation had modifications, but it can’t have been this foul. |
Faust | What we see here may differ from actual accounts. |
Faust | The path was opened by Gregor’s feelings rather than his memories. |
Yuri | …This is how he felt in his heart about his own allies. |
Yuri | Did all the employees in your Wing… receive the augmentation procedure? |
Gregor | …Most did. |
Yuri | Was it done with their consent? That’s so… |
Gregor | Did the people in L Corp. consent to offering themselves up to Abnormalities? |
Yuri | That’s… I heard that was written on the contract. |
Yuri | We were never properly informed, though… They said such routine procedures should be skipped for efficient management… |
Yuri | That we should face the fear. |
Yuri | In the end… anyone who joined the corporation agreed to it, knowingly or not. |
Gregor | …Can guess how it went for us, then. |
Episode: 27 | |
Location: Central Front in the Smoke War | |
Gregor | What’s the delay, Yuri? |
Yuri | G-Give me a second, please. The gas mask fell off my bag… |
Outis | I don’t see it serving any practical purpose now. You’re only weighing yourself down. |
Yuri | I mean, it’s… Aya’s memento. |
Outis | You indulge in the most pointless activity in the world, and you aren’t even from N Corp. |
Ishmael | …… |
Ishmael | Tie it the other way. |
Yuri | Sorry? |
Ishmael | The knot. It’ll come loose again if you tie it that way. |
Ishmael | There’s a sailor’s knot I learned on the boat. I’ll teach you how to do it back on the bus. |
Yuri | Oh… Thank you. |
Heathcliff | What now. Since when were you so friendly? |
Rodion | Yuri~ Y’know what? Why don’t you join our company while you’re at it? |
Yuri | M-Me? |
Faust | That’s… |
Rodion | I know, I know. We need to get the okay from Vergilius or his superiors and all that. But a little suggestion doesn’t hurt. |
Faust | Hm… I wonder. |
Rodion | Plus, pink hair makes a perfect mascot to represent us. C’mon, won’t you give it some thought? Please? |
Yuri | A—A mascot…? Huhu. |
Yuri made a smile for the first time, albeit faintly. |
Episode: 28 | |
Gregor | The war was over. |
Gregor | Yet my doppelgänger was still holding a silly pose with a confident look on his face. |
Gregor | Hmm, that’s not the kind of face I’d make. |
Gregor | Though… gotta give it to ‘em for making the hair on my arm look as grotesque as it is real. Whose job was this? |
Gregor | I’ve grown fond of humor. |
Gregor | Being consumed by the nightmare for so long must’ve made me crave liveliness. |
Disgruntled Citizen | Those scum from G Corp. should all be sent to the gallows. |
Gregor | Someone murmurs, spitting on the floor. |
Gregor | I could tell what they were speaking towards without even looking. |
Gregor | Knowing that… |
Gregor | Hrk… |
Gregor | I felt nauseous. |
Kind Citizen | Sir, are you alright? |
Location: Central Front in the Smoke War | |
Rodion | Hey, you okay, babe? You don’t look so well. |
Gregor | I was… just in the subway? |
Heathcliff | The hell are you blathering about? |
Rodion | Greg, we’re still on the battlefield. |
Gregor groped his pockets with stumbling hands looking for a cigarette out of habit, but soon stopped. | |
It dawned on him as it did me. | |
All the Sinners seemed to have realized it now. | |
Dante | <Tomah is going to grab us and give a warning any second now…> |
Tomah | Are you— |
Rodion | Look, Tomah, I’m starting to get sick of your pickup line, so I’ll say it once: We’re not out of our minds, and the aging bomb ain’t gonna hit us. |
Tomah | …No. |
Instead of elaborating, he points up. | |
Tomah | I need help. |
Tomah | I don’t want to die— |
Tomah was crushed to a pulp right before our eyes. | |
There’s only one thing to say in a situation like this. | |
Dante | <R—Run!> |
Outis | All troops! Retreat! |
We muster up everything we can to run, but the airborne hand is ever persistent and shows no signs of letting up. | |
Heathcliff | We’re all going to get turned into pancakes! Got any bright ideas, smart one? |
Faust | …I’m listening. There are too many variables to consider in the fathoms of the ego, I can’t be hasty with my judgement… |
Don Quixote | There is no cause for hesitation! A true hero succumbs to no hardships! |
Rodion | Uhm… I don’t think I wanna recover a flattened body. |
Rodion | Oh! Sorry, Dante~ Didn’t mean it that way! |
It was tempting to say something back to her… | |
But I figured now was the time to keep my mouth shut so everyone could focus on running. | |
Heathcliff | Still thinking, are you? Eh?! Well, are you, Ms. “Knows It All”?! |
Faust | If you’re asking for an immediate solution, then yes, I’ve yet to come up with one. |
Faust | The only thing I can say for certain is that our objective is not nearby. Dante would have responded strongly otherwise. |
Dante | <Me?> |
Heathcliff | Are you joking? That’s all you’ve got? |
Heathcliff furrowed his brows, ready to snap at the unhelpful savant… | |
But a sudden close shave with the massive palm made him focus his energy on his legs rather than his mouth. | |
Yuri | …Gregor? |
Heathcliff | Whoa, hey, what? Why the hold up? |
Gregor | …I think I see now. |
Gregor | If this world is a product of my mind… |
Gregor took a breather, then looked up at the sky. | |
Gregor | We shouldn’t run away from that hand. |
Heathcliff | …Did you finally get the crackers or what? |
Faust | Gregor, are you sure? |
Gregor | My own free will never played much of a role in my life. |
Gregor | It only makes sense that resisting is meaningless in this reflection of my mind. |
Gregor | In that case… letting the inevitable happen might be the answer. |
Heathcliff | …Are you all serious? |
Ishmael | It’s not like there’s any other way. We’re all exhausted. |
Gregor | Besides… Look at that… paint on its nails. |
Gregor | You don’t see that kind of polish just anywhere. |
Gregor | If that hand belongs to who I think it does, she will not stop chasing us. |
Gregor | Faust… You said this is a path in my heart, right? |
Gregor | Then I can tell you this for sure: |
Gregor | It’s about to hit a dead end. |
Gregor | Be it the nightmare or the road… I never once strayed from that woman’s control. |
Who is Gregor talking about, and what does he mean by a nightmare? | |
As much as I wanted to ask him… | |
Heathcliff | Sigh, might as well. |
Soon enough, the giant hand cast its shadow over us, descending. | |
Just before it reached us, it stopped to hold us in its grasp. | |
Everything went dark. | |
I felt a disorienting nausea of being lifted into the sky. | |
Sinclair | Mgrrh… |
While everyone else was suffering from it, Faust and I were the only ones standing straight. | |
I noticed that the battlefield had changed into somewhere familiar. |
Episode: 29 | |
Location: District 4 - LC Branch Interior | |
Faust | Dante, something about this containment unit seems different from the others, does it not? |
Dante | <Yeah, it really does… Wait, is this―?> |
Faust | Yes, that is most likely where we can find the Abnormality in which the Golden Bough has taken root. |
Gregor | Haah… We did manage to come this far, huh. |
Yuri | Say, Gregor… |
Yuri | …When we go back to the bus, can I teach Charon how to use a map? |
Gregor | …Yeah, sounds good. I’m sure she’ll like it. |
Sinclair | I doubt that… |
Sinclair shook his head, then dry-retched afterward. | |
Yuri | Huhu, it’s nice to have a place to go back to. |
Episode: 30 | |
…… | |
The Abnormality devoured Yuri in one bite. | |
She was gone without a trace… | |
Dante | <I can save the other Sinners… but there’s nothing I can do about Yuri.> |
Gregor | …… |
Without a word, Gregor hacked and slashed away at the Abnormality. | |
As if he expected to find Yuri unscathed by slicing the apple open. | |
Yuri’s head stood motionless, facing Gregor. Her face was upright. | |
However, the Yuri we knew and accompanied was always hunched over. | |
She slouched at all times, as though it were her sole-surviving obligation to carry the wills of her late colleagues. | |
Given that, I can warn him with confidence. | |
Dante | <That isn’t Yuri, Gregor.> |
Gregor | …Uh-huh. Yeah, I think you’re right. |
Gregor accepts it calmly. | |
He then outstretches his arm, sending it flying toward “Yuri”. | |
Yet, it soon stops traveling. | |
Yuri | I didn’t want to die. |
Gregor | …… |
Dante | <Cut her down, Gregor.> |
I don’t know if this is the right thing to do as the manager. | |
Yuri | None of us wanted to die. |
But I had to shout at Gregor now to stop him from being ruined. | |
Dante | <Cut it now!> |
Gregor | Gah, aaaaargh!!! |
Kind Citizen | I—I don’t wanna die! |
Gregor | This… This is… |
The verminous arm stopped right before reaching the civilian’s throat. | |
I pulled against it with all my might, but it wouldn’t budge. | |
Kind Citizen | P-Please spare me… I’ll give you all my money. |
"Security Guard | Let the woman go! Otherwise, I will stop you by force! |
Gregor | My arm… Cut off the arm! Now! |
"Security Guard | This is your final warning. Release her now, or… |
Gregor | Just do it! |
As the dismembered arm falls to the ground, she slides down the wall, gasping. | |
However, peace doesn’t last long—the arm starts regenerating from its twitching stump. | |
"Security Guard | Are you alright, sir? |
Gregor | No, stay away from me! Don’t come any closer! |
The regrown arm rushes forward as if it remembered the pain it suffered mere moments ago. | |
Yuri | …… |
??? | You have my utmost respect, Manager Gregor, sir! |
Gregor | You really shouldn’t… I didn’t fight in the war because I wanted to… |
Yuri | …… |
Yuri | What else am I supposed to do? Is it so wrong that I survived? |
Gregor | Just live on, please… It’s not like we got ourselves into this mess voluntarily. |
Yuri | …… |
??? | Having come to this end, only to be stopped just before your labor bears fruit. How regrettable. |
??? | Well, we’ll take it. Opportunities left unclaimed will only become null and void. |
Yuri’s head fell to the ground. | |
It wasn’t Gregor’s doing. | |
Yuri | Nhh… Aah… |
Yuri’s mouth opens and lets something out. | |
It was a tree branch radiating a bright golden glow. | |
??? | Seeking the Bough, were you? |
Gregor | You… |
??? | A bit small, isn’t it? |
Hermann | I’m Hermann. We’ll be seeing each other often. The reason being… |
Hermann | We—need those Boughs; and you—are capable of finding them. |
Hermann | You—won’t die; but we—will kill you. |
Hermann nudges Yuri’s head with her foot. | |
Gregor | …… |
Hermann | It won’t be now, though. |
Hermann | We’ll take good care of the Golden Bough you found. |
Yi Sang | Gubo… My dear compatriot. Is this the path you chose? |
Gubo | Indeed it is. Only few remain now. |
Hong Lu | …It’s been a while, Brother. |
Jia Huan | Do you know how filthy your clothing smells? If only your family were here to see your state. |
Outis | Some reunion this has turned into. |
Hermann | How are you treating your present, my son? |
Hermann | I didn’t invest in you just to see you in such a mess. |
Gregor | I never asked for this… Not once… |
Hermann | You should at least finish unwrapping what I gave you. |
Hermann | That little arm isn’t all there is to it. |
Jia Huan | Alright now. That’s enough greetings. |
The man who introduced himself as Jia Huan clapped twice. | |
Then, everything went dark. | |
Like waking from a long nightmare… | |
The early dawn greets you. | |
After some time passed… | |
Location: Aboard Mephistopheles | |
Vergilius | And I thought this would be an easy enough mission for you. |
Vergilius | After allowing the Golden Bough to be taken before your very eyes, you had the gall to walk in with your faces up. |
Vergilius | Have I overestimated you? |
Dante | <……> |
Vergilius | Why don’t you give me an excuse, Ms. Faust. |
Faust | As it turns out, immortality wasn’t the solution to everything. |
Vergilius | …Hm. |
Vergilius | Anything to say for yourself, Dante? |
Dante | <There was another group going after the Golden Bough.> |
Dante | <You had to have known this, so why didn’t you warn me?> |
Faust | They’re asking about the other faction that sought the Golden Bough. |
Faust placidly relayed my words to Vergilius. | |
Vergilius | …Don’t tell me. Are you holding me responsible? |
Vergilius | Tell me then, Dante. Why would we bother sending twelve whole combatants to a place with no threats? |
Vergilius | After hiring Fixers to guide them, too. |
Dante | <That’s…> |
Gregor | Enough of that, Manager Bud. |
Gregor | It’s my fault. If you want someone to blame, I’m right here… |
Vergilius | How fascinating. |
Vergilius | Built a sense of camaraderie between you already. |
Vergilius | Well, I do suppose it’s not too bad to cover up for each other since you’re all in the same bus… |
Vergilius | Just know that sticking up for one another doesn’t make up for your incompetence. |
Faust | …We got a call. After Team’s Spec Ops Section 4 has just gone underground for their job. |
Vergilius | That sounds about right. Someone has to salvage the E.G.O and Abnormalities left there. |
Vergilius | …A real shame that the essence was lost, though. |
Outis | This is getting excessive. |
Outis | Failure is a common thing on the battlefield. If an objective wasn’t met, you devise another plan and redeploy. |
Outis | Are you sure it wasn’t your expectations that were too high for our first mission? I will have you know that our manager’s performance was nothing short of outstanding. |
Vergilius | …… |
Vergilius | I suppose we’ll leave it at that. You’re not entirely wrong. |
Faust | Certainly. |
There seemed to be an uncanny tension between Vergilius and Faust… | |
But right now, I had neither the energy nor the willpower left in me to get inquisitive. | |
The bus reeked of blood with all the stains and gore on our outfits, yet none of us tried to open the windows. | |
And no one had the urge to have a change of clothes. | |
All of us just sat in place, dwelling on silence. | |
Gregor had the most defeated look of them all, staring out the window… | |
Then, he suddenly went to hang something from his pocket near the windshield of the bus. | |
Charon | Bug Guy. What did you put on Mephi’s head? |
Gregor | …A memento. |
Gregor | Something that belonged to the two. |
Gregor | I had a sister, just about Yuri’s age. |
Gregor | That’s… all there is. |
I considered giving him a pep talk, but that quickly dissipated. | |
Ishmael wore a grieving look, Sinclair was quietly weeping, and Rodya let out a distressed sigh; if they couldn’t offer him any encouragement, what good would I do? | |
Vergilius | Charon, won’t this get in your way? |
Charon | No, Charon’ll be fine. |
Vergilius | …Alright, let’s hit the road. |
Charon | Vroom-vroom. |
The bus slowly grumbled forward. | |
The gas mask hanging by the windshield waved like an ornament. | |
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