"Bernkastel-san!! So, .....you were the Master of this game after all...!!"
"......Lion. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not the Game Master?"
"Then are you saying it's Clair?! That's impossible!"
"Yep. Of course it's impossible. After all, Clair is dead. ......We were just conducting her funeral. Did you forget that......?"
"Then just who is standing there......?"
"A corpse. She's not a mannequin. So, of course, she still has her insides. ......She's hiding it under a beautiful exterior, but she's actually packed full of guts."
[Bernkastel raises her right hand, and as a light falls on it, a black, shining scythe appears there.]
"Wh, ......what are you planning to do......?"
".....When they're alive, you can enjoy watching them struggle. When they're dead, you can enjoy tearing out their guts. Tales are things you get to enjoy twice. ......That's what it means to be a witch of theatergoing."
[She presses the blade against Clair's stomach and slowly slides it across, slicing open her dress.]
"Ange. Can you hear me?"
"........I hear you... You tear me to bits, make me read! What's next?! Are you showing me this worst possible tale to hurt me even more?! Is this fun for you?! Yeah, I'll bet it is. I'm just happy with all this too...! You think......that I'd give up after that?! You think...I'll sit around crying any longer because of that disgusting game of yours?!!"
[But Bernkastel takes great pleasure in revealing that this is no game, but merely the truth. Ange demands confirmation in red, and Bernkastel has no problem meeting this demand--although she is drowned out by Ange's screams before she can finish.]
"*giggle*giggle*giggle*, ahhahahahahahahahahaha...!! Stupid kid. If only you hadn't made me say that, I could've shut it up inside the cat box. But you did tell me to, right? I knew you would, of course. And I so wanted to see you scream like that. ......What a lovely expression, one that'll keep me laughing for about a hundred years. ......*giggle*giggle*, *Giggle*giggle*giggle*giggle*!!! Go back to being scrap meat. Ahhahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"
[Ange denies it, screaming, and her body begins to fall apart piece by piece, until she becomes nothing but a pile of guts and scraps.]
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"......Lion. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not the Game Master?"
"Then are you saying it's Clair?! That's impossible!"
"Yep. Of course it's impossible. After all, Clair is dead. ......We were just conducting her funeral. Did you forget that......?"
"Then just who is standing there......?"
"A corpse. She's not a mannequin. So, of course, she still has her insides. ......She's hiding it under a beautiful exterior, but she's actually packed full of guts."
[Bernkastel raises her right hand, and as a light falls on it, a black, shining scythe appears there.]
"Wh, ......what are you planning to do......?"
".....When they're alive, you can enjoy watching them struggle. When they're dead, you can enjoy tearing out their guts. Tales are things you get to enjoy twice. ......That's what it means to be a witch of theatergoing."
[She presses the blade against Clair's stomach and slowly slides it across, slicing open her dress.]
"Ange. Can you hear me?"
"........I hear you... You tear me to bits, make me read! What's next?! Are you showing me this worst possible tale to hurt me even more?! Is this fun for you?! Yeah, I'll bet it is. I'm just happy with all this too...! You think......that I'd give up after that?! You think...I'll sit around crying any longer because of that disgusting game of yours?!!"
[But Bernkastel takes great pleasure in revealing that this is no game, but merely the truth. Ange demands confirmation in red, and Bernkastel has no problem meeting this demand--although she is drowned out by Ange's screams before she can finish.]
"*giggle*giggle*giggle*, ahhahahahahahahahahaha...!! Stupid kid. If only you hadn't made me say that, I could've shut it up inside the cat box. But you did tell me to, right? I knew you would, of course. And I so wanted to see you scream like that. ......What a lovely expression, one that'll keep me laughing for about a hundred years. ......*giggle*giggle*, *Giggle*giggle*giggle*giggle*!!! Go back to being scrap meat. Ahhahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"
[Ange denies it, screaming, and her body begins to fall apart piece by piece, until she becomes nothing but a pile of guts and scraps.]