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Kaito:  Kaito had no doubt that Yah Llodl’s anger was only worsening his animosity toward himself and the others. That said, figuring out what their foes were thinking wasn’t going to help them much at this point. This is a problem… If we can’t get outside, we can’t activate the teleportation circle. Kaito furrowed his brow. The bombardment showed no signs of letting up.
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Elisabeth:  “Tch, the intervals are too short. What to do. Send out Deus Ex Machina, perhaps? ’Tis fast and sturdy. Even so, it would doubtless be whittled away in short order. And you have to temporarily disassemble to activate the teleportation circle, eh… On the off chance they have a second saint in reserve, that would prove troublesome indeed. I wouldn’t mind activating the circle myself, but if they set off the shackles midway through, maintaining it would be no mean feat.”
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Kaito:  “I concur. We seem to have quite the problem on our hands. If the Kaiser offered his help, it would make things a deal easier, but… The bad doggy’s got a lot of pride, if nothing else!”
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Someone:  “Hmm? Did the puny human say something? Seems to me like you fancy getting yourself bitten in two.”
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Someone:  “Quit fighting, all of you. I will go.” A dignified voice rang out, remonstrating them. Everyone turned to look at the speaker: Izabella. Still sitting in Deus Ex Machina’s grasp, her arm was raised and her face was earnest.
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Jeanne:  Jeanne blinked her eyes rapidly a few times. A few seconds later, her head slumped sharply to the side. “Have you lost your mind, miss?”
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Izabella:  “I suppose I probably have. But I suspect my odds of success are better than you think. Now, let! Me! Down!” Izabella contorted her body, her cynical remarks accompanied by a smile. Somehow, she was able to slip out from Deus Ex Machina’s arms. After gracefully hopping down onto the floor, she gave a long exhale. Then she turned her blue and purple eyes toward the incessant explosions of light going off above them. She narrowed her gaze. “I know the man who summons those beasts—La Christoph, the Modest Birdkeeper. I’ve had the honor of visiting with him a number of times. He possesses a firm spirit. Even after formally becoming a saint, he still recognized me and offered me kind words of advice.”
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Kaito:  “That’s…impressive.” Izabella’s words filled Kaito with earnest admiration. After all, La Mules, a similar saint, had lost her reason and humanity and become little more than an animal. Maybe it had just been the case that La Christoph’s connection to God was weaker than hers had been, but odds were that his force of will was astounding. At the same time, being reminded of how brazenly the Church retained their saints caused Kaito to realize just how perverse of an organization it was. The cracks were always there—the current situation just tore them wide open. The time had finally come.