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Elisabeth:  "And rejoice, for I intend to give it my utmost.” A cruel smile accompanied Elisabeth’s declaration.
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Kaito:  Kaito nodded, his expression devoid of surprise.
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Jeanne:  Jeanne plopped her head to the other side again in puzzlement. "For what reason?”
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Elisabeth:  “I slew the fourteen demons. I put them down, each and every one. I destroyed them.” Suddenly, Elisabeth’s tone grew cold and levelheaded. Her crimson eyes narrowed. Sharp bloodlust danced atop her tongue as the words slipped from her mouth. “But for that to be the mere opening act to the world being rebuilt? What an insipid farce. The ones who would laugh at the corpses I’ve left in my wake and accuse them of having died in vain shall perish by my hand. I shall kill them all. And in a manner befitting the name of Torture Princess, no less.” Elisabeth gave a grand laugh. Her smile was beautiful, twisted, and evil. Seeming half-likely to lick her lips, she gave voice to her blasphemous proclamation. “Even if they are the Saint, even if they are Diablo, and even if they are God.”
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Jeanne:  “Bravo. I would expect no less from you. I would expect no less from the first Torture Princess, the woman who willingly gave herself to sin.” Jeanne loudly clapped, the chains on her wrists jingling like a tambourine. Then, placing an open palm over her chest, she gave an elegant bow. With a great display of pride, Jeanne endorsed Elisabeth’s statement. “Indeed, precisely. It would not do for us to be anything but haughty and proud. For without our human deeds surpassing those of God and Diablo, how could we possibly hope to bring about salvation?”
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Kaito:  “Hmm,” pondered Kaito. On a basic level, Jeanne displayed the same arrogant disposition no matter who she was dealing with. But with Elisabeth, her reactions seemed to be of a slightly more positive bent. The plan to create a Torture Princess must have started way long ago. But back then, they probably hadn’t arrived at the name “Torture Princess” yet. And it’s probably not just her speech—she likely used Elisabeth as a point of reference for her actions, too. Perhaps Jeanne held a degree of respect toward the woman she’d used as a template.
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Elisabeth:  Elisabeth, though, seemed like she couldn’t care less about Jeanne’s admiration. She gave a small shrug.
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Izabella:  As she did, Izabella interrupted their conversation. “I apologize for the intrusion, but isn’t it rather dangerous to be making such an uproar down here? If you’ll forgive me, you’ve all been rather loud the last few minutes… What do you intend to do if that thing wakes up?” At the moment, Izabella was being carried by Deus Ex Machina, the living, four-in-one weapon Jeanne had summoned as a servant. Sitting in its metal arms, she was looking at the cradle with a pallid expression on her face. Her eyes were filled with primal terror.