Crownslayer. It's a name we both know well, so let's keep it. Maybe one day you'll come to understand its true meaning.

Hah. Well, let's get going.

||Her sole target is the golden lighter one of them is playing with in his hand. She recognizes that lighter, and knows the two are not its owners. It belongs to a driver who doesn't smoke.||

You're overthinking things.

You goddamn lupetta!

Director Kal'tsit, Dr. Kal'tsit. No matter what hat she wears, she's still her same, cold-blooded self. Yet, I do find it believable that she didn't betray my father. Maybe she's not as ruthless as she looks, after all. Hmm, what do you think, Doctor?

Just assemble the fireworks according to the instructions.

||But before she could even get used to her new life... A simple Originium bomb smashed through the windows. In the chaos, her arm was gashed. She trembled in fear as she cowered under the bed.||

If there was an Inspector visiting, and if the Empire did know of all your deeds, maybe they would've given you shiny new prizes for it.

Agh!

Thought you were going to catch some Zs?

I'll keep looking for him!

||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.||

Pizdets! This is suddenly a lot more complicated than smuggling tires and crashing into the Acting Mayor! Wait, someone's coming.

You'll need to be quick. I've never released smoke in such a large area before, so I don't know how well it will work, or how long I can keep it up.

Hey, this is easy. Maybe I can take over?

You're not getting away this time, bloody pup.

You've got quick reflexes, I'll give you that.

Report!

I don't care who you are... You killed the last of my family, so I'll make you pay.

Before we start, I've got a question for you. Why?

I told you to be careful when handling fireworks.

||She was once able to make her way through Catastrophe-torn Chernobog with ease, and lead her team on precision strikes in the middle of a chaotic battlefield, yet now, she could not locate even an ordinary truck driver.||

You can assemble the fireworks, or BE the fireworks.

(That figure... was I just seeing things?)

||Someone else calls her name, his body emanating the stench of tobacco she hates.||

||At that moment, she suddenly feels a chill. At first, Lyudmila assumes it is because she is nervous about facing her teacher again. But just as quickly, she realizes that she was wrong. She starts to shake uncontrollably, on the spot.||

The necessary lives have been taken. Mission accomplished.

I was just about to say. This is where we part, friend.

Hope there's a hairdryer at my master's place...

...Oh you'll regret it. You'll regret everything you ever did!

Never imagined I'd be welcoming the New Year on Rhodes Island. But here I am, with all of you… Looks like we've changed a lot. Happy New Year. To you, and to Rhodes Island.

Before we start, I've got a question for you. Why?

||The crown-slaying blade stays hidden.||

Thanks. I get it, I'm not going to cause you guys trouble.

I'm weak. I need to get stronger.

Hate. It's all you deserve.

I want... revenge.

No need to tell me, Eirene. You know the answer.

I don't want to hear anymore! Why do you insist on telling me this stuff?!

It's a brutal pack of wolves that we're facing today. I've seen what they're capable of. That's why I need to be with you guys, this time.

||”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?”||

You expect me to believe your bullshit?

Don't touch me!

She's not a bad person at least.