Think not on him, Samantha.

I prefer leaving a guardian to back up my sigils, but I made this one particularly strong.

I'm your “opportunity,” you know that.

The duke thinks he can cut off the cursed Müllenkamp bloodline, but that must not be allowed to happen. We will assume the legacy. Sydney is―

Take the Inquisitor with you and go ahead. Oh, and don't be too rough.

We turned banners against the duke. He sought to seal off our wellspring, after two decades of toil.

Yield!!

What's that?

Bind your legs with that rope.

That summer day... That warm summer day. I was there, with you.

Think of it! If we've witnessed miracles such as these on Leá Monde's doorstep, what then lies within!?

Does the damned thing even exist?

“The body is but a vessel for the soul. A puppet which bends to the soul's tyranny. And lo, the body is not eternal, for it must feed on the flesh of others, lest it return to the dust whence it came. Therefore must the soul deceive, despise, and murder men.” ― A. J. Durai

Perhaps I cannot kill you, immortal. But I shall have your Blood-Sin as my trophy!

Leave the back-from-the grave stuff to the faerie tales...

I love you, Ashley.

Yes, something like that.

D'tok!!!

Yes, something like that.

Try to catch me, Ashley Riot!

What is this!?

An incomplete death...

Godspeed...

They'll walk beneath the stars when eventide comes...

Wait, where are you going?

You're not a Knight of the Cross... One of Sydney's, then?

What?

So the cardinal seeks immortality...

When I escaped from prison, my brother was dead.

You hungry, boy?

Oh? Leá Monde's wineries once vied with the best of Valendia. Since they went out of production, the remaining vintages sell for a premium.

The symptoms resemble those of case... 72, was it?

You're a slow one.

...Nor do I recall us ever being friends. My friendship with the duke is fleeting as well.

They are wounded... and increasingly wary of being split apart.

We need no pretext! Müllenkamp is a pack of rogues, hiding behind a priest's frock.

The incident began with the occupation of the duke's manor a week ago.

Perhaps I cannot kill you, immortal. But I shall have your Blood-Sin as my trophy!

It is only a book... a covenant. Yet it is the Prime Mover, the machinery of life itself.

Well?

Surely... Surely he would not follow the duke's wishes...?

Go!! Go now!!

Not again!

We need no pretext! Müllenkamp is a pack of rogues, hiding behind a priest's frock.

Including the duke's family and servants, thirty-four.

The grand cathedral that towers over the town center is a symbol for Leá Monde's indomitable spirit, and is the holy ground of the devout Iocus pristhood.

Ah, even the hyaena cowers, does he?

The loss of our brothers cannot be helped. Pray that fate will not be as cruel a mistress to us.

Right away, sir.

You are a leader, too. Do you not dream of what could be?