IN WHICH ARE DISCUSSED THE DEEDS OF THE FIXER WHOM DON QUIXOTE HAD BELIEVED TO BE A FRIEND (after battle)
Oh, hey... that reminds me.
How rude of me to... not say hello to our visitors... Right...?
Ugh...!
<The mask...>
…!
I have to be courteous... It's impolite to wear a mask in front of our guests...
…….
<…!>
The face hidden behind the mask... was bloody and mangled. To the point where it felt wrong to look at her in that state.
Wh... no, don't look! Don't look at me like that!
If you're going to kill me, at least kill me with my mask on, please? I know you will. I know you will! What's a little favor between you and me?
The Bloodfiend's unmasked eyes glowered intensely at Don Quixote as she pleaded.
As Don Quixote stood there, stunned by the sheer intensity of the screeching Bloodfiend, a slow voice began to echo from the void.
The Barber used to enjoy wearing cuter, prettier masks. Something with more charm, more elaborate design.
She thought these terrifying, rough masks only served to scare people.
Perhaps she believed that it was only fair that she wore a prettier mask, now that her face was shrouded.
<…!>
... That individual is wearing a mask as well, Executive Manager. We must stay alert.
But... isn't there just one overseer Bloodfiend for every Area...?
Maybe he's from a different Area? But why would he...
Tsk, we should've gotten more intel out of the traitor before he betrayed us...
Shite... a little much, innit? Two bigwig Bloodfiends right by the entrance, seriously?
Mhm, certainly. It appears to me that you are all rather spent from the struggle against the Barber here.
Then allow me to make a proposition.
You have gone there and back again on all kinds of adventures, yet I am but a mere guide and a greeter here at La Manchaland, a place of blossoming smiles and dreams.
So I will gladly open the path for you...
... should you promise to tell me all about your wonderful adventures. So that you may find the prize you seek.
So that you may not lose your way this time.
<What...?>
However, if that is not what you seek, well... why else would you be slaughtering scores of Bloodfiends here now?
The masked Bloodfiend in blue, who suddenly appeared here...
…….
... was clearly speaking to Don Quixote, and only Don Quixote.
Forsooth, many a great adventure have I undertaken - so many that to recount them all would parch my throat before the tale's end.
... Yet thy trickery shan't fool me! While the treasure is of great worth, my true purpose here is to vanquish wicked Bloodfiends such as thee!
I, Don Quixote! Shan't compromise with villains!
Ha ha... I had a feeling you would say that. But that won't do.
You have to share it with everyone, the most wondrous adventures of yours.
Wha -
The masked Bloodfiend raises his staff, and Don Quixote's mouth shuts. As though a supernatural power was forcing its will on her movements.
In that bizarre silence, her eyes shimmer quietly.