prof | Let's Play Umineko Chiru, Episode 6 Scene 12: The Daughter of Beatrice

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Kanon shows Jessica his magic charm: One wing of a golden butterfly.

Jessica isn't wild about this - she liked Kanon because of her own feelings, not because of some brooch.

Of course, that's the perspective of someone who doesn't believe in magic.

That brooch only has the power to grant one miracle, and Shannon and Kanon both have half of it. In order for the miracle to happen, it must be joined back together.

A golden light shines from the brooch.

I hope father likes sweet foods...

Oh yes, he does like them. In fact, he seems to enjoy eating pretty much anything, hohohoho.

To think that I would give Battler cookies... Why should I, the ruler of the night, do so much for a guest who comes so rarely?

What are you doing here?

Father... please excuse me. I didn't come here to get in the way of your important game...

How were you able to get in here? Wasn't this room locked?

My apologies. I lent them a key because they wanted to surprise you with a gift.

See, have a look! Beatrice baked these cookies with all her soul, hoping that you would enjoy them.

Kumasawa and Gennji taught me... I never knew Genji was so good at baking cookies.

Hohoho. He hasn't done it much of late, but Genji used to cook many things long ago. He was especially good with sweets!

Cookies?

Y... Yes. It's a gift for you, father. I sincerely pray for your victory in this important match...

Master...

...Thank you, I'm very grateful. However, I don't like sweets. Please take it away.

Master..

Don't make me say the same thing again. Please clean it up and take it away.

M-Master, couldn't you just try one bite...? Beatrice worked hard to make them for your sake...

I am grateful for her feelings. I'm in the middle of a vital game right now. This is the final game... and it's vital both for me, and for Beato as well. So please, try not to trouble me any more than is necessary.

That's just too sad for her! I'm glad that you are grateful for her feelings, but can't you show it by taking just one little bite?!

Father...

...Kumasawa, please clean this up and take it away.

Master!

My apologies... let's clean this up, Kumasawa...

I won't allow it. By making this gift, Beatrice gave it her all to try and support you in the only way she could. TO tell her to take it away without eating a bite yourself... how can you trifle with a woman so?!

Kumasawa.

If you call yourself a man, you should at least try a bite when a woman makes you a handmade snack! If you truly intend to crush a woman's feelings like this, I, Kumasawa, will not back down even if it kills me! No, I won't!

Kumasawa... you've done enough for me already...

I won't allow it! Master, do you think there might be poison inside them?!

Beato quietly, sadly starts to clean up. Kumasawa reluctantly yields.

Don't call me father. Beato never called me that.

Yes, as you wish... my apologies...

If she were anyone other than Beato, you'd think of him as a true enemy of women, is that it?

I don't have a clue why Battler and Beato act so friendly together. Right now, I think of Beato as our greatest enemy, the one we must defeat. Still, even so... as a woman, I can't say I like Battler's reaction.

I can understand Battler's feelings a little. What a sad state of affairs.

And on top of that... Beato really is something to remain dedicated to Battler all the more even after being treated so coldly. I agree with the other, older Beatrice. I can't understand why she's so loyal to Battler.

And, though it may take a thosuand years, that single factor that you don't understand must be passed on to the Golden Witch Beatrice we know so well...

...Yes. I understand that. Knowing this Beato is connected to knowing that Beato. And that may be able to explain the greatest piece in this crazy game, if not the game board itself...

Such a mysterious witch...

...Beatrice. I want to ask you something.

Why do you call Ushiromiya Battler 'father'?

Because he created the piece that I am...

In that case, why are you so dedicated to Ushiromiya Battler? Is there some rule that pieces must obey the Creator that makes them?

There is no such rule. Pieces are tools, like a knife. If the Game Master uses them well, they can be quite useful. HOwever, if you use them incorrectly, they can hurt you as well. Whether the tool is used as a tool or a weapon, that has nothing to do with the tool's own will. It is merely the result.

Then why? It's almost as though... that's your goal as a piece?

Y... Yes... That is the goal that gave birth to me.

Did Battler, the one who gave birth to you, give you that goal?

That's not it. As the Game Master, Battler merely set a piece with that role on the board. Also, the one who gave birth to this piece was the first Game Master, and the one who created this game, Beatrice herself.

This is getting confusing... In other words, you keep calling Battler 'father', but he's not actually your father. You're just calling him that affectionately because you feel that you must dedicate yourself to him.

Yes... I think that's true. Father was the one who placed me on the game board. If he hadn't, my piece would never have had a turn. So, the reason I exist here right now and the reason I am able to devote myself to my goal... is all thanks to father.

I see. So that's why it makes sense for you to call him father. In that case, who told you to devote yourself to Battler? Gah, that must have been the first Game Master, Beato herself. Aaaaah, this is so confusing.

You wish to ask her why she must serve Ushiromiya Battler, correct? However, she cannot give you that answer. She was given nothing but the goal itself. Only the person who gave her that goal knows the reasons for which they did so.

I see. 'Consider that as well, child of man', right? So, that means you already have an idea and you're laughing at my confusion.

You really are just perfect for my miko...

I will... do anything for father. My existence will bring father happpiness. That is my one and only pleasure. And...

What? And what?

Yes... and, if I could one day have father acknowledge my efforts, it would be my one and only joy...

Pft...

So what does this mean?

If Beato loved Battler, then why would she need to create another version of herself, a game piece, to do it?

No matter how devoted Beato is, she could never get anything out of this love. After all, the one expressing it is not herself.

Why does this piece exist?

The more Ange looks at the piece Beato, the less she understands why she exists.

Right. The former you spoke to everyone without even using honorifics.

I'm surprised you haven't gotten discouraged after being treated so coldly.

Fath... no, Battler is in the middle of an important game right now. His opponent is the formidable Lady Erika, piece of the great Lady Bernkastel. It's no surprise that he was in a bad mood when I stepped in at a delicate moment in his game, just as it was starting to reach the critical part, and calld Battler by that name he doesn't want to hear...

...Or is it that I can't see because I have no love?

At times, love can make the invisible visible.

Battler glances at the table, and the cookies Beato made are revived.

Any taste these cookies can have would be the taste that Battler gave them. They would not be the same cookies that Beato made.

...Seriously. Any cookies you made would obviously have some kind of strange poison in them.

'Shocking that you should think so. Even if I did put something in, it'd be no worse than the kind that does this and that to your other thing. Uhyahyahya!'

'Since you do that sort of thing all the time, Battler will never agree to eat them.'

'Huh? Putting things in someone's food is pretty basic, isn't it? Fingernails, bits of hair, magic charms, Fragments of love... eheheheheheheh! What would you people put in?'

'Yes, ma'am! I wouldn't put anything in them! I'd just eat them all myself!'

'Obviously. Do you have to be so predictable?!'

'Well, they say a girl's gotta grab by all three sacks☆ The first step is the stomach, right? Next comes the wallet, so what could the third one be? Hehehehehe!

'If I could catch a guy's attention, I'd want to make him sacrifice his body, heart and soul to me! That's why I pour all my power and affection into my cooking.'

'Heheh, in any event, making someone eat your food is probably a frontal attack that has gone unchanged through the ages.'

'Ooh? So does that mean you've ever succeeded in grasping a man's heart, Lucifer?'

'Battler, there's nothing weird in it, so have a biiiite! Don't think you'll ever get a chance to eat my handmade cookies again!

Is there something that does not satisfy you?

Do I really need to say it?

The more the new me differs from the form you wished for, the more you are reminded that I can never be revived again... correct? If you let a good woman get away, you never get a second chance. So, only now, you've finally realized what a good woman I was.

...I know. Even though that Beato is you without a doubt... she's a different being than the former you... and I can say with certainty... that you will never revive again...

My soul, femininity, sparkling personality, and splendid character were cultivated in a thousand years spent as a witch. Unless an exactly identical thousand years is traversed, it is impossible to become me. And so, at the moment you decided to create me, my personal history contained differences.

Yeah... That damn Bernkastel has already guaranteed that you'll never revive...

However, you still hope for it, don't you? One day, the new me trips and lands on her head, and all of her memories of the past are restored! You were hoping for something like that, weren't you? Ahyahyahyahya! A delusional plot like that owuldn't even pass in a light novel these days!

Shut up... in the past, you also... you waited and waited... for me to remember... and take notice...

Well, do as you wish. In the past, I toyed with you and tormented you. Now's your chance for revenge against me. The new me will just wander about, ignorant of everything. You may boil or burn her as you see fit. Perhaps it will clear away an old hatred.

I would if it was you. It'd probably make me feel a lot better. But... that Beato... isn't you.

If it isn't me, who is it?

It's someone very like you... but not you.

However, there can be no doubt that she is me.

True. She is you... and at the same time... she is a different person.

In that case, the new me really has it rough. She's being treated like a plaything in my place. How truly pitiable.

In that case, why not think of her as my daughter?

Your daughter...?

She does share my blood, so consider her a daughter that closely resembles me. After all, she is my double, but hasn't lived a thousand years, so calling her that is not incongruous. Imagine that I have died, left behind a daughter, and entrusted her to you. That way,, won't it become a little easier to think of how to deal with her?

That's actually a good analogy... it's unlike you.

Do not jest. That is my daughter. She is the child I left behind after my death. You are free to press my likeness upon her. You may also let loose your pent up resentment on her in my place. Making her bear my sins and torturing her as you please may calm your grudge. If that also doesn't match your tastes, you can guide her down the right path so that she does not end up on the inhumane road that I have tread. She was made to devote herself to you since the moment of her birth. If you wish, you can mold her into any shape you desire. With a miracle of a thousand years, she might even become me.

So I could even strip her naked and drag her around with a chain, like you did to me once.

Yes, at this point, even greater humiliation would be possible...

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