prof | Let's Play Umineko Chiru, Episode 7 Final Scene: The Burial

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Oh, is that all? But aren't the next two years pretty fun?

We don't need them. After all we've heard in the past games about your inner conflict and how you suffered, you don't need to say any more.

You mean... the conflict of the furniture with incomplete souls?

There was a duel. The result had almost been decided. However, the year 1986... was incredibly merciless.

I'll bet you cursed your fate.

Yes. If it had been one year sooner, or one year later...

The duel would've been settled, though the way it got settled would've been different.

BGM: The End of the World

Like the ceremony in which I inherited everything from the previous Head, I decided to abandon myself to the fate known as a miracle. I... We could not even decide our own fate, so we let fate decide everything for us.

No matter which fate the roulette chose, I planned to obey its ruling. I will not resist fate. After all, whenever I have tried in the past, fate has always been heartless to me...

And now, my confession is over. This should be enough to find the motive for the crime. If you still do not know, I will say no more. It's not as though anyone could understand my heart anyway.

Yeah. There's no need to say any more.

Lion. After watching how I have wandered through a dead-end of fate, do you see how great a dream you are to me?

...I'm... a different possible you.

The happiness you live in makes me jealous, but even more overwhelmed with happiness. The future you represent is a possible one. Right now... that fact is my salvation.

I'm just carrying out your funeral. There's no need to thank me. Well, it's about time to send the dead to the land of the dead.

Yes. This is my funeral, after all. It's time for me to go back to where I belong.

Thank you. Live in happiness, and someday, find yourself a wonderful person. I pray that you live as a human, without awakening as a witch. That you have a whole and single soul... and love one person with all your strength... I hope you live your life like that.

...Okay...

Will. I thank you for being an observer. You aren't the one I truly wanted to understand me... but you have saved my heart.

I understand you. I don't neglect the heart.

Thank you. So, now that I have a splendid observer who understands me, I want to entrust my final moments to you.

...Are you sure?

Yes. For me, the important thing is whether the person understands me, not how well I know them.

You are a good observer, and the only one who has managed to understand me. That connection is strong enough.

Understood.

Lion. get back.

Huh? What's going to happen?

In the mystery genre, there can be no death unless the detective performs the last rites.

...Will just stopping your heart be enough?

When you mourn the dearly departed, do you put just their heart into the coffin?

Got it. That which was born from earth will return to earth. I'll return all of you to the earth.

Earth to earth. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. Illusions to Illusions. Dreams to dreams.

Right.

Then let us begin. This is my burial.

BGM: Golden Nocturne

Will draws his sword.

I'll cut the truth out from the fiction. Come.

First game, second twilight. Two corpses are close together in a closed room protected by a chain.

Illusions to illusions. A chain of illusions can only hold back illusions.

First game, fourth twilight. The old Head from the closed room study, confined in a scorching furnace.

Illusions to illusions. Let the man of illusions go to where he belongs.

First game, fifth twilight. The last moments of the sacrificed boy with a stake in his chest.

Illusions to illusions. The witch and stake of illusions can pierce naught but illusions.

First game, sixth, seventh and eighth twilights. Three corpses lying in the closed room of the singing girl.

Illusions to Illusions. Illusions are the blind girl's song. Illusion of a closed room.

That's what it means to abandon one's self to fate.

And that's the roulette you were talking about.

Second game, second twilight. The corpses of the two who are close are not close.

Illusions to illusions. Illusions who have fulfilled their role do not leave a corpse.

Second game, seventh and eighth twilights. The two sliced to death by the red-eyed phantom.

Earth to earth, illusions to illusions. No illusion can create a corpse.

Third game, first twilight. Six corpses connected by the linked closed rooms.

Illusions to illusions. In a closed room ring, the end and the beginning overlap.

Third game, second twilight. The corpses of mother and child lay together in the rose garden.

Earth to earth. No falsehoods in their final moments as told.

Third game, fourth, fifth and sixth twilights. Three corpses lying in the mansion.

Earth to earth. No falsehoods in their final moments as told.

Fourth game, first twilight. A massacring storm sweeps through the dining hall.

Illusions to illusions. Tales woven by the gold truth return to illusions.

Fourth game, second twilight. The two young ones face their trials and pass away together.

Illusions to illusions. Tales woven by the gold truth return to illusions.

BGM: Goddess Gardena

Then, one final question.

Sure.

Clair's human form crumbles, turns to flower petals, and scatters in the wind.

And then she is no more.

People are born with sin, and live in search of those who can grant them forgiveness.

People are born with riddles, and live in search of those who can solve them.

Here, both no longer exist.

For her, in her final moments, that wish was granted.

The rain has stopped.

She cursed herself and her inescapable, dead-end fate... and gave up. Meeting you, a happy miracle in her eyes, saved her in a way nothing else could. So don't make that face.

Heh.

That was a pretty tasteful ending, for you.

Auau only told me to carry out the funeral. I just called a facilitator, you, and let you do everything.

Thank you, Will.

Mm.

In Clair's place, I want to thank you. Thanks for cutting off all the lingering regrets for a me of a different fate.

I thought I'd see a bit more head-clutching and blind confusion from you.

I understand now. I realize how happy my life has been. If fate had toyed with me, and if I was living in another world, I might have gotten stuck in the same fate. However, thanks to an extremely improbably bit of good luck, I live in this world. I now know how much that means... how much it's worth.

I thought decent witches didn't exist... but I might have to change that theory.

Don't worry, no need to change it. I only joined that kid's game to kill some time. And, though I lost, I enjoyed playing. That kid died without folding up her game board. I just took charge of cleaning up as thanks to her for letting me play, and because it's the loser's duty.

I was sure you'd be a lot crueler than this.

Crueler?

I thought this'd be a cruel game that neglects the heart.

Yes, it was a cruel game. Though she claimed that the game was fantasy, I've brought you along and made it end as a mystery. The Illusion of the Witch has been spectacularly crushed, and my little bit of revenge is complete.

Even within this limited span of two days, I've been able to enjoy an endless kaleidoscope. I won't be bestowing my favor, so no miracle will occur. However, even that ending is something that child wished for.

In the end, what was the truth behind the endless tales?

Who knows? We can't say for sure. That's what makes it a cat box.

When you open the box, you get a tale where no trace of the mansion remains, and no one except Eva survives. Now that Eva has died without saying anything, all the truth is inside the cat box. Endless possibilities, all kept within a limited box.

...Now that I think about it, maybe the whole island where she lived and died was the Golden Land.

If you can call a cat box a Golden Land, that is. By the way, Battler has written up the most fun tale imaginable of the inside of the cat box.

It was a really fun, love-filled, happy tale. I also think... that tale was the most fitting one to put in her coffin.

Wrong.

Huh?

You heard Clair. You are her hope and her salvation. More than anything else, you living on in happiness will be her salvation.

...Right.

I'm surprised you found this kid. Didn't you have to search through about 200,000 of them in that vast sea?

Such trivialities are all I am capable of.

Hmph.

So you're done with us now. If I don't get back quickly, Diana'll start scratching the curtains.

We weren't together long, but thank you for your help.

So long. Be happy... for the sake of the hundreds of thousands of other yous.

Will's footprints fade, until no trace of his presence remains.

...

What is it?

No, it's nothing. It's been a century since anyone's thanked me, so I wasn't sure how to respond.

I'm mean, so I won't give any more hints than this. There are no witches who don't think.. After all, witches who don't think either die or turn to seaweed. Yes, now you can look back and have a drink while seeing how much of your theory was right. I'm tired of playing the part of the bad guy, and of being a miko. You're done with me now. Bye, Lion, and bye to you too, observer witches.