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Is it really okay to end it in a place like this?


As you wished, I've scraped out even the inner parts of the guts. Was this enough to check your answers with?

Yes. I am very satisfied. Using the answer you have revealed as a key, I will go back through all the tales so far, opening the closed rooms like treasure boxes, one by one. It's fun finding the key, and it's even more fun to stick it into all the locks. You have done well. From now on, let me enjoy my thoughts alone.


Are you done with me now?

You have done well, my miko. I absolve you of your duty. I will return to my slumber. I'd like to enjoy this pleasant dream for a few more centuries. And when I grow tired of that, you will find yet another tale to keep me entertained. For those centuries, which will pass in the blink of an eye, I grant you your freedom.


It's not like I care. Just dry up and die. So long, for the rest of time.

You call a few mere centuries 'for the rest of time'? Heh heh heh...



I still haven't had a chance to do any real Game Mastering. I just did Beato's funeral. That, and tearing out the guts. I still haven't done anything.


Hey, pieces of Beato's game? I'm gonna have you spin a truly brutal tale to truly entertain me. Tremble with fear of the absolute fate you have been promised. By the name of Bernkastel, Witch of Miracles, and as the final Game Master of Beato's game, I proclaim it... though just saying it would be boring. Maybe I should follow Beato's rules and say it in red.

Are you sure? There might still be some witches with naive dreams.

Ah, Lambda. So you're here? Of course. You're always wherever I am.

Go on and say it. You tell those naive dreamers.

Yes, I will. As the Witch of Miracles, and as the final Game Master, I proclaim the start of the final game. And I make you this promise.


12 years later, this girl would lament the fact that she wasn't on Rokkenjima that night.

The man quietly puts his arms around the young girl.


What's wrong? Why are you so sad?


Poor thing... Everyone says whatever they please about what might have happened on that island on that day... Sit over here.



Yeah. Of course I know that. I know that none of them were bad people.


Okay. I'll tell you... This is what happened on that day.
BGM: Song Without a Name


You can decide that for yourself when you hear it. It isn't a painful story at all, so listen up.



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