The Night's Scenario
Pretty unsettling, but... they didn't give us too much trouble, huh?
Yeah...? My weapon kept slipping outta my hand 'cuz I had to stop myself from throwing up.
B-brains, and... all that blood and... chunks of flesh whenever the gears... eugh, turned and crushed the...
It is ill-advised to mouth what imparts you nothing but displeasure, Sinclair...
Past the sinners, who all appeared rather exhausted from certain non-fatigue related issues, I saw a shuddering figure.
That one must be the... 'leader' of this Church.
<Outis, remember. This is a capture mission.>
Of course, Executive Manager.
I know an exceptional technique by which I can one-hundred-percent ensure the survival of the subject, possible defense wounds notwithstanding.
Please... leave us alone... stay away...!
Just as Outis had begun approaching the leader, her face contorting into a terrifying expression...
Ohh, wow. Thirteen of you, hm?
Why, those friends must have spent quite a fortune hiring you all.
Ngh...!
There was a flash of light, and in that blink of an eye, someone had kicked Outis to the side and embraced the leader in their arms.
Ah, could you be the person my father always talked about…?
Mmm... I guess.
F-fie, I cannot well see whom this figure is... Yet... such power has to be...
Sorry, friends. I do appreciate your welcome, but...
... I'm going to have to leave with this friend over here instead. Make way for us, will you?
Absolutely... not!
Outis aggressively strides toward the shadowy intruder. The details were fuzzy and shadowed, but I was pretty sure that this figure was holding a massive scythe.
What a grand welcome... Wow, I'm about to shed a tear.
Well, then...
The intruder begins to raise his scythe, his voice untainted by even a tinge of battle anxiety...
... Hm?!
... And we found ourselves back at the corridors.
... It seems that this is where this 'scenario' ends.
Dammit... What indignity...!
Nay, young Outis; 'tis naught to be humiliated of.
While I am not entirely confident of this speculation, for I was availed naught else save for the silhouette... that strength, that composure...
F-f-f-forsooth, the sill-hou-wette of this foe... I had borne witness to this magnificence in the past in the magazines... A C-c-c-c-c-c-Color...!
Thou hast almost engaged in a duel with... a Color Fixer!
…….
Recovering your memories clearly hasn't diminished your love of Fixers one bit, huh...?
S-silence! 'Tis irrelevant!
A-anyhow! Fau - young Faust! Thou hast said as such in the past, that a repeated visit would be to our benefit as long as this Night is in effect, forsooth?! Forsooth?!
Indeed.
W-well, should I be granted the chance to behold the countenance of this figure, it should be of no trouble for I to determine which of the illustrious Color Fixers this one is with greater certainty...!
May I, perchance, be granted the opportunity to approach this figure in young Outis's stead...?!
... There is no reason to deny that request, though I am of the belief that the identity of this individual will not be revealed regardless of the choices we make in this scenario.
WOOHOOOOO!!!
... Don Quixote's just as passionate as ever, huh.
But Faust's expression maintains its stony coldness, highlighting the contrast.
It seems like she was deep in contemplation.
So I sought to ask.
<Is something on your mind, Faust?>
... If the 'scenario' hypothesis is correct, perhaps the 'conclusion' we have just seen may be a hint of sorts.
A hint...?
Perhaps the overt contrivance of this conclusion implies a tacit threat or a warning, posed against us that the tale may be forced to continue regardless of our own actions.
There may be an incident in the future in which LCB's journey comes to an untimely halt due to our failure to find the 'conclusion' in a Walpurgis Night event... mm. It appears the access to that information is still locked.
<I'm having some trouble following your train of thought...>
It is alright.
When the time comes, Dante, it may be the case that your intuition will bring proof to these hypotheses.
As it has today.
<... Yeah.>
However, it seems that verifying Don Quixote's hypothesis takes precedence for the moment.
Manager Esquire! Prithee, move with haste, now! Haste, I say!
Ugh... can we have a second before we - hurp.
Watching Don Quixote's enthusiasm, I decided to table the more complicated thoughts for later like I always do.
Faust is right. It might do us well for me to have some more faith in my own intuitions for now.