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Grave Keeper:  “Ah, I see. It rather makes sense that a man from another world would have difficulty understanding. We know full well of the truth behind our world, you see. That is why we believe. God and the Saint have been seeking this restructuring for many ages. With that being the case, then our annihilation, too, is a thing of joy.”
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Kaito:  “What the hell do you—?”
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Grave Keeper:  “If God deems our existence a mistake, then that is what is just and proper.” The Grave Keeper’s voice was solemn. She spoke calmly, as though proselytizing to an ignorant sheep. “The next world will be God’s kingdom, a perfect, ideal land. And oh, what a marvelous thing that will be. Now is the time for us to repay the Saint for the love she so freely gave us. ‘All glory to God.’ ‘The miracle is upon us.’ ‘There is no need for us here.’ That is what it means to have faith.”
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Kaito:  Kaito shuddered.
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Lute:  The hair on Lute’s tail stood up.
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Kaito:  Now Kaito finally realized.
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Kaito:  At the same time, he ruminated on what Izabella had said: that the Church’s doctrine was necessary. “Even now, I still hold that the Church’s teachings are wonderful. Using faith as a way to support a life lived nobly and properly is an honorable thing. People are weak. They need something to believe in.”
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Kaito:  Kaito parted his trembling lips. Still shaking, he asked his question. “How can you even think like that? You’re so young, but you’re—”
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Elisabeth:  “Enough from you, Kaito. Asking such a thing of the Grave Keeper is nigh comical. Now you’re the one with the flawed premise.” Sounding annoyed, Elisabeth interjected. She gestured rudely toward the Grave Keeper with her chin. When she spoke of the adorable young girl she was pointing at, her voice was tinged with loathing. “The Grave Keeper inherits the memories and personality of every Grave Keeper before them. However, the rite of succession is too great a burden for a baby’s mind to bear. As a result, the personalities blend together, and a kind of natural selection occurs. In the end, all that remains is a single common denominator: fervent piety toward God and the Saint. To put it in a few words, she’s akin to zealotry personified.”
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Kaito:  She looks sane, but I guess she really, really isn’t. Kaito could see that clearly. At the same time, he was reminded once more of the Church’s deep-rooted perversion.