||During the course of our examination, the subdued Crownslayer was shouting Dr. Kal'tsit's name and things such as "Come and take care of your wolf cub already," along with an unending tirade in both Ursine and Siracusan.||

*sigh* I'm one ragazza sfortunata.

Damned pup!

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

||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.||

Nggah!

You sure about that, Sommer?

||She was stick-thin before she died. Lyudmilla barely had to exert herself.||

Hate. It's all you deserve.

I just need some time to think... about what I should do next.

Could you be more arrogant? No one, no caster can penetrate my fog. You have no idea where I am.

||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.||

Calm down, it's me. The police are on their way here, so stay out of their sight.

Nggah!

Guns, staves, crossbows, even Originium explosives... Sommer, you idiot. Did you know you were transporting this kind of 'merchandise'?

Dammit, I got so caught up in chasing that stupid wolf pup... I forgot Sommer's still in the truck...

Sommer... Oh right, Sommer...

Dunno what it is, but even though the snow in Ursus can kill people, the rain here's somehow more unpleasant.

Report!

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.

Hey, Eirene.

||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'm not letting you go...

I saw what the mafiosi are capable of when I first came to Siracusa as a kid. They slaughtered my uncle's entire family in just half an hour.

Cazzo...!

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.

You expect me to believe your bullshit?

Traitor... you traitor! I found the traitor!

Weep. Those will be your last words.

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

||The same sorry figure pressed against the ground, the same pain shooting through her body.||

I hope that day never comes. I hope we can truly, sincerely, give each other our blessings... friend.||Eirene is alone. The Reproba with the furrowed brows has vanished without a trace.||

This is...

Eirene... You have the answer? ... It's not the one we want to hear, is it?

It's fine.

Before I left Siracusa, my master told me not to go back to Ursus to seek revenge. I was too weak, and knew too little... But I didn't listen to her.

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

So this is how life decides to repay the unfortunate..

Nnng... Gaaaagh!

Damned pup!

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

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

Calm down. I'm not a killer. Go this way. You can't stay here! If the Ursus Army finds you, they won't care if you're Infected or not. They're wiping out the city.

||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.||

||The Inspector strolls up to a corner of the collection, and picks up an altogether unremarkable and antiquated military saber, toying with it amusedly in her hands. Its edge is polished to a shine, reflecting her carmine eyes.||