||They can play with politics, with the people, even the order of the entire nation, but even an insignificant grain of sand can become a blade hanging above their heads—a "Crownslayer".
Crownslayer likes these stories.||
I asked around, and apparently not long ago the police suddenly showed up at one of the Saluzzo wineries and took Alberto away.
Venezia Trucking also got the cops at their door at the same time. The police and judges should be inspecting their factories right now.
Even the cause I believed in... was just somebody's tool. You all know, right? Talulah betrayed us. No matter what the deal is, Reunion is over.
||”She wanted to ask her if she knew about her master when she was sent to live with her uncle. If she knew about the wolf pack's game. If she did, why didn't she do anything about it? If things were always out of her control, then why did she always act so sure of herself?”||
||Lyudmila readied for an ambush, biding her time. Her strike landed true.
She pinned the figure down, pressing her blade against its heart. Just a little more, and she would avenge her mentor and end this haunting ghost.||
I drove behind her car and came back here only after I saw her enter the courthouse.
||Specialist Operator Crownslayer, bane of tyrants, sword of vengeance.||
||There was no difference between the gangsters rushing into that house and the Ursus Guard charging into the lab. She felt like she was back in Chernobog, back in that night she lost her father.||
||In the alleys of Lungmen, she was held down by the same damnable wolf pup, unable to resist then either.||
||Lyudmila silently looks at the fire in front of her. It is a burning duffel bag, her master interred within.||
I want to go back to Siracusa.
Is this what your Kal'tsit taught you?
The necessary lives have been taken. Mission accomplished.
||She yanks off her seat belt and pushes open the truck door, falling from her seat as she does. As her face plants into the ground, she sees a familiar red silhouette fade down the intersection.||
||Finally, she walked back to her master's house in Siracusa, as though it were all one big farewell ceremony. But what came after was hardly an ending deserving of such ceremony.||
But since you guys will be busy with that film shoot at Court Square tonight, you'll just have to make do with soda
Could you be more arrogant? No one, no caster can penetrate my fog. You have no idea where I am.
||”I can tell—this institute is oppressing you, making you afraid.”||
Damn. Did we make it in time?
(Grrr, why can't I move my fingers? Why am I shivering?!)
The alley up ahead. I could recognize her from a mile away.
I wasn't with Sommer that night. It's partly my fault that he's dead...
If you keep going straight this way, you'll come out of the woods and spot some old nomadic city tracks.
There's likely to be Leithanian border patrol teams nearby, or possibly Siracusan cargo landships passing through. Watch out for them.
Then... kill me... already.
Infected or otherwise, there are so many on this land who yearn to live freely and with dignity. Some of them have failed, but so many more are still pressing on. May you continue to move forward with them, Rhodes Island.
You've been listening to this song on loop for a while now. Not tired of it?
You know about Kal'tsit's death?
...No more... talking! I'll kill you! I will!
But since you guys will be busy with that film shoot at Court Square tonight, you'll just have to make do with soda
*sigh* I'm one ragazza sfortunata.