The Tale of a Great Fixer Who Once Reached for The Dream, part 9 (after battle)

As we were in pursuit of Don Quixote, defeating any Bloodfiend that got in our way...

... A blade flashed from a dark corner, aiming straight for Don Quixote.

…….

But with a flick of her fingers, she blasted the figure away, flinging the attacker to the ground.

H-huh? Why are they attacking Don Quixote?

... A familiar face we encounter...

Hnnnhhhhhh...

Wha? What's that bastard doin' here?

Huh, right. I thought they were staying away from the three main Areas because they had a different mission from the rest of us?

It can be suspected that the change in La Manchaland's structure due to the influence of the Golden Bough has caused them to be swept up among the Bloodfiends.

Huh, swept up?

Mmh... gotta say, I never liked the guy. But seeing him like this...

Dante.

<... Yeah. I know what you're about to ask.>

<That's... Camille's been corroded. Maybe he resorted to using E.G.O gears or E.G.O Gifts from the Lobotomy Corp. branch...>

I can confirm the presence of Paula, his companion.

…!

Corroded...? Then... like... back at the basement of my home...

Mm... I recall a phenomenon of similitude occurring at K Corp. Perhaps he was assimilated into an E.G.O, the powers of which he could not hope to withstand...

It indeed may have been the case that he resorted to the use of E.G.O to even the odds against the numerical disadvantage against the Bloodfiend horde.

... Sacrificed himself for the battle, huh. Haah...

It may as well be that he simply tapped into a power he did not understand. However... I must say that he met an honorable death. It must have been a valiant struggle to the end.

A valiant struggle.

'Valiant' - that's a word Don Quixote loved to use so much. I looked toward her with some vague hope.

But she nonchalantly dusted off her clothes and walked away in complete disinterest.

<... Come on. Let's help them find peace.>