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Why... why are you here? I mean, I'm not saying that you shouldn't be here, but still...

I simply could not bear to walk past this familiar sensation emanating from underneath the manor.

The thick stench of the husks...

... and the terrible wailings.

Vergilius gazes at the destroyed laboratory and the march of the Wild Hunt in collected, assured silence.

Though I couldn't know everything about the path he walked...

I could see the smallest glimpse of it.

But you... you've never...

... involved myself? No, I haven't. And I shouldn't have.

But it is pointless to waste your time on those whose path has ended.

On those whose path has ended...? You mean the Peccatula?

Yes.

I will handle this 'Wild Hunt' and the Peccatula born from the basement.

But... there's literally no end to them. Can you...

... handle it? But we were in no shape to deny his help out of worry.

Sinclair barely stops himself. He couldn't bring himself to finish his sentence.

Yet Vergilius understood the meaning of that silence.

Yes. That is why I am handling this.