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Narrator:  Accompanied by a loud popping noise, another feather protruded out from each of them. It was as though the two of them were down pillows, and their stuffing was bursting through their cloth. Feathers began tearing out from within them, one after another. Streaks of red blood once more made their way across the Torture Princesses’ bodies. Kaito was struck with an ominous premonition. A moment later, that premonition came to pass. Pop! Pop! Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop! Pop! Just hearing it was enough to evoke the image of goose bumps rising up in succession. The patterns of erosion resembled vegetation budding. Feathers began sprouting from all over their bodies, like carelessly strewn seeds indiscriminately tearing apart the earth. They flew out from their cheeks, their backs, their eyes, their lips, and even their gums. Elisabeth’s and Jeanne’s bodies wordlessly writhed. They were clearly in incredible pain. In the blink of an eye, the two Torture Princesses had come to resemble newborn chicks. Elisabeth and Jeanne were being forcibly turned into something foreign. The moment that fact hit him, Kaito recovered from his state of shock. The same seemed to be true of Hina. Letting out loud cries, the two of them dashed forward.
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Kaito:  “Elisabeth!”
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Hina:  “Lady Elisabeth!”
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Elisabeth:  "Stay awaaaaaaaaaaaay!” As she rebuked them, Elisabeth coughed up blood. Kaito and Hina reflexively froze in place. The next moment, the countless feathers sprouting from the Torture Princesses extended with explosive force, each one of the black and white quills growing to massive proportions. Then the two sets merged together, and they formed a pair of contrasting wings. However, the wings slumped to the ground, unable to support their own weight. They writhed there grotesquely. Eventually, they gave up on trying to fly. Instead, the two damp wings pushed off against the ground like a set of arms. At their center, Elisabeth and Jeanne rose into the air. Then, supported by the inverted wings, they hung there, suspended. As they did, crimson and gold flower petals began gently descending. They spread out through the air, as though they had come to replace the no-longer-falling snow. As he gazed upon the cruelly beautiful spectacle, Kaito’s eyes widened. The petals were pouring out from within the Torture Princesses’ lips. Several of the thin red and gold sheets wound together, taking on the shape of full flowers and decorating Elisabeth and Jeanne. Then thorny briars wound around their bodies like snakes, binding their masters’ bodies and refusing to let them go. Finally, the thorns wrapped around their heads like crowns. The two of them hung in the air, crucified. They looked almost noble. And at the same time, they looked like sinners, kings who lorded over all of creation. The Saint still hadn’t stopped laughing. With her maddened fit as a backdrop, Kaito was reminded of what the Grave Keeper had said.
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Kaito:  “Hallelujah.”
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Narrator:  So this transformation’s what she was alluding to?