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Narration:  Slowly, the darkness seemed to dissolve as a slender figure walked out of it. So far as Subaru knew, the Witch Cultists all wore the same hooded black robes, and this figure was no exception. But this individual left the hood down, leaving a face exposed.
human
Subaru:  “—” For an instant, Subaru hallucinated that this figure was Petelgeuse’s body double. But an instant later, he rejected the idea. The figure resembled the madman yet was different somehow. After all, the person appearing before Subaru was a young, redheaded woman with conspicuous freckles.
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Subaru:  “So why…? What are you…? What the—what the hell…? !” With strong pressure over his entire body, Subaru writhed, moaning in pain as he looked down at the woman. The previous finger exterminations had already established that the Witch Cultists were male and female, young and old alike. Having a woman as his enemy was nothing to be shocked over, but Subaru’s fright would not abate. The problem was not his opponent’s gender—it was that the woman and that madman were two of a kind. The woman made Subaru feel disgust and terror rivaling those caused by Petelgeuse Romanée-Conti himself. They absolutely had nothing to do with the fact that the shadows wriggling at her feet were keeping Subaru bound.
human
Subaru:  “You’re…Petelgeuse’s…what…?! Get these hands off me…!”
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Woman:  “—A finger, you SEE.”
human
Subaru:  “Ah?” Forcing his shudder back down, Subaru wrung out a raspy voice with which to speak to her. The instant after that voice raised Subaru’s doubts, the woman forcefully shook her head like a spring-operated doll. Then she raised her right hand and put a finger into her mouth; this, she violently bit and crushed. The dull sound, the droplets of fresh blood, they were that madman’s blasphemous self-harm through and through—
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Woman:  “I am a finger! One rewarded with Her favor!"