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Lute:  Beyond it was the pit with the chains stretched over the parts of it still visible. Lute shook his entire body, and the fur on his cheeks stood up straight. “Th-that was a rather close shave… To think that Ms. Hina would end up having to carry me. Good gracious, how embarrassing. I do thank you, though. Never shall I forget this debt I owe you.”
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Kaito:  “Th-thanks, Hina… Seems like you’re always saving my ass, doesn’t it? Now…” Kaito stared hard, trying to make out what was happening on the other side of the pit. The Legend Dragon was over there, writhing in a lake of her own blood. Eventually, the fierce convulsions running through her body stopped. The red gem in her chest continued glowing unabated. The pale woman was still sleeping inside, like an insect trapped in amber. In a daze, Kaito thought back to what Jeanne had once told him. “Our salvation lies in murdering Diablo, murdering God, and, yes, murdering a human.”
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Kaito:  “Is it…is it time?” For now, the Saint had fallen to a place where they could kill her. As he stood atop the World’s End, Kaito Sena thought to himself. The end was finally upon them. All they had to do was kill the Saint, just like they’d originally planned. Ever since he’d heard the Butcher’s lonely soliloquy, every positive thought he’d had about the Saint had vanished. The very fact that the person who’d destroyed the world and built it anew still lived was unnatural. Now, mankind would lose the Saint, and the world would avoid destruction. And they would all live happily ever after. The fairy tale would finally end. Will it, though?
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Elisabeth:  “Now, then, I aim to proceed! Feel free to stay there, you lot; you’d be hindrances at best!”
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Jeanne:  “Please wait. I, too, shall come… Or rather, allow me to join you, Torture Princess!” Elisabeth called out from the opposite cliffside, and Jeanne replied. Despite her expressionless visage, though, she seemed troubled as she cast her gaze down at the woman in her arms. Izabella was sleeping like a baby. Jeanne gently stroked her mostly metal cheek.
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Jeanne:  “My dear little lady.” Then, lifting her head, Jeanne looked at Lute. He’d gotten down from Hina’s arm and was currently sitting cross-legged on the ground. Jeanne slowly approached him. He quickly stood up, his fur standing on end to illustrate his wariness. Jeanne stopped directly in front of him, then quietly held out Izabella. Lute seemed bewildered. However, his fur settled down, and he took Izabella from her. Jeanne softly brushed Izabella’s silver hair from her face. Then she gave Lute her quiet request.
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Jeanne:  “Of the three of you, your arms seem the thickest and most comfortable, mister. I leave her in your hands. Please do not let her go. She is very precious to me. Not that she herself knows, mind you. Hell, she’d probably find it a bother!"