human
Garfiel:  He had won against that war god and survived. And he was proud of that fact. And the people around him considered it something to be proud of, too. But that truth and what others thought was something entirely different from what Garfiel could be satisfied with.
gpt
Garfiel:  “Has winning a hollow victory left an unpleasant aftertaste?”
human
Garfiel:  “He was definitely a crazy opponent. But that fight… He was…”
gpt
Garfiel:  Was that legend really someone that Garfiel’s hands could reach? That doubt, that disbelief was stirring in his fists, in his fangs, and in the depths of his heart.
human
Wilhelm:  “You are the one who faced him, so what you felt should be the correct answer. However, I can also understand the feeling of dissatisfaction with that answer. So if you do not mind, allow me to express what are merely my own personal thoughts—the two people that we faced both were and were not the same people they had been before death.”
gpt
Garfiel:  “Wh-what do you mean?”
human
Wilhelm:  “There is no denying the truth of the matter that their corpses were defiled and turned into puppets by the Witch Cult. But I also believe the words they spoke in their final moments were real.”
gpt
Garfiel:  Hearing that, Kurgan’s final message echoed in Garfiel’s ears. The war god had left a single word for Garfiel, who had expended every last drop of his energy.
human
Garfiel:  “In his last moment, he did say one word…”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “You should keep that word in your heart— That was the praise that Eight-Arm Kurgan offered up to the warrior who defeated him. It is not for an outsider to hear.”
human
Garfiel:  “—Ngh. But are you sure? Was that really him? He was manipulated, and dead to boot, so if…”
gpt
Garfiel:  Even if that was fake, if everything between them was meaningless, then did that mean that the fight between Garfiel and Kurgan wasn’t real, either? Garfiel’s breathing sped up at that unease and fear.
human
Mimi:  “Garf, don’t go there.”
gpt
Garfiel:  “…Ah?”
human
Mimi:  “The old man looked a little lonely just now. So Mimi thinks that isn’t something to push so deep into? Also, your eyes look really bad, too. Leave it alone!” Mimi started jabbing him in the side.
gpt
Garfiel:  Garfiel furrowed his brow at the feeling of her finger poking him as he finally noticed the expression on Wilhelm’s face. Finally, he realized that he had been unconsciously and rudely prying at Wilhelm’s own wound.
human
Garfiel:  “…Sorry, I couldn’t see anything goin’ on around me.” He apologized. He had been kicking mud all over the sword devil’s one-night rendezvous with his wife. He had been forced to see his dead wife against her will and then ended it with his own sword. And Garfiel had been trampling on their parting words by suggesting it might all be a lie. I’d have no right to complain if he cut me down right here and now for that.
gpt
Wilhelm:  But Wilhelm just shook his head. “You needn’t trouble yourself.