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Otto:  “—Not that he really asked me to buy time for him like this.” Otto makes a pained smile as he kicked the surface of the ground, exerting himself in physical labor for which he was not suited. He would have liked to forget the unsightly memories of him bawling his eyes out, but unfortunately, his memories of crying were all precious to him, so he could not forget them if he tried. At the time, the beast man named Ricardo, who had saved him, had kept Otto’s bawling secret, not telling a soul. That debt was one he had to repay someday in full. And—
human
Otto:  “A debt must always be repaid. —I am a merchant, after all.” —So, too, the debt to the boy general who had saved his life. Otto Suwen had a debt he had to repay to Subaru Natsuki as well. He would make up for that obligation by wagering the life that Subaru had saved. As a merchant, seeking to repay all his debts was only natural. And more importantly—
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Otto:  “—It’s for my friend, after all! !” As a merchant, and as a single human being, Otto wanted to step forward then and there—and add himself to the ranks of men. Accordingly, Otto Suwen, on his own initiative, had challenged a battlefield upon which his chances of victory seemed slim. He’d made the gamble by ignoring the odds and piled up every chip he had, including his own life, to bring about Subaru Natsuki’s victory. With his mercantile spirit, Otto would prove his friendship true.
human
Otto:  “—!! !” —In the distance, from the direction of the trap he had left behind, he heard an angry, bestial roar reverberate through the sky. With that as the prompt, Otto continued to run as he unleashed his own blessing—devoting himself to that familiar hell to wring out the entirety of his power.