OF THE PREDICTABLE ENDING TO SANSÓN'S STAGEPLAY (before battle)

... Do any of you know what technique he's using?

I can't... move. Not even an inch.

Yeah, did you think we were all standing here like mannequins for the hell of it?

Allow me to interject and posit that... some were likely jealous of that friendship.

A friendship so bold, especially between an adventurer and a knight, is bound to invite certain... envious hecklers.

Y... yes, indeed.

Many did grow envious of this fellowship between us.

Lady Jia Xichun, stay on guard.

Wake up. Don't let the words of that man delude you, and -

Yes, that is exactly what those hecklers said.

You wished to maintain this true friendship for as long as possible, however.

So you swung your righteous lance of justice! Against those who dared to attempt to wedge a divide between you two.

…….

You swung your lance.

Hngh... Agh...

…!

<No, don't let him!>

Foul... villain...!

How darest thou employ such vile trickery again...!

Oh my.

It seems the story was cut short.

What tragic sort they are.

The Priest had wished to care for them with all his heart, only to fail.

All the while the one who created this place did not care for them.

Do you hear it, too? Even today, the Parade continues.

You do not want to miss out on La Manchaland's Carnival and its Parade.

It appears that our story must wait until next time.

With that, Sansón lightly flicked his staff against Jia Xichun's posse.

...Most of her men stumbled for a moment before slumping to the floor, unconscious.

And as the Sinners stood there in shock, he disappeared from our sight.

Bloodbags and Bloodfiends begin to fill the void Sansón left behind...