Strife (after battle)

S.A.D. All bark, no bite. Truly a disappointment.

While the rest of the Sinners were slowly recovering from the excitement of battle, Don Quixote did not waste a second before bolting forth to the woman's side.

Hark! Art thou - Ah, I must check thy pulse...

Ooh~ You can check her pulse through her forehead? Didn't know that was possible~

Mhm! The lady lives!

Haah... so this lass has the intel we need?

The Sinners one by one began to gather around the woman.

She was dressed in an all-black garb like the Kurokumo Clan members, but her weapon and her outfit were unmistakably distinct.

<Blade Lineage, huh...>

I looked around at the defeated Kurokumo Clan members, then back at her. The difference became even more apparent.

…….

Don Quixote slowly and tragically shook her head after checking the pulse on others.

Executive Manager. I have questioned some Kurokumo Clan members during the battle, but no notable intelligence has been gained.

<So it's just her, then... I hope my gut feelings prove me right.>

The lady doth appear to be the sole survivor... We must move her to the bus and administer first aid posthaste. What dost thou say to that?

<... Yeah. Don't see any other way.>

We don't carry a first aid kit with us and I can't turn the clock to heal her, so...

<Meursault? Do you mind carrying her back to the bus?>

I do not.

Thus we made our way back to the bus, Meursault carrying the dying Blade Lineage member.

I see that you've hauled in another baggage.

... Vergilius didn't seem very happy about this.

Manager... since when did bringing in unauthorized, unverified 'guests' into our bus become such an... acceptable practice?

<We had no choice... We have to save her first if we're going to get any answers out of her.>

Dante explains that this individual will be of no use to us deceased. If she carries the intel we need, then we must first ensure that she survives.

On that, Faust agrees with Dante's decision.

Hm...

Hah, what's done is done. However, do be mindful of bringing in strangers onto this bus from now on, Dante.

I had a feeling that Vergilius had much more to say than that, but he simply sighed and dropped the subject.

<... Welp.>

I-I believe that Manager Esquire hath made a decision most just.

<Mmh, thanks...>

Just as I was starting to dread that this bus was doomed to be eternally uncomfortable, Yi Sang emerged from the Backdoor with good news.

I have done what I can. Now -

And before he even finished his sentence...

Mmh...

... the woman was awake.