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A dry applause echoes indoors.

Under the gaze of all present, the master spread his hands in a haughty manner.

"Congratulations, Celia. You finally uncovered the truth seven years ago and cleared Alec of his carelessness."

Celia, who had just leaned over for a moment, turned around and gave me two contracts.

You mean keep it.

"No, there's only one thing left."

"Well, what's that?

I'm arresting you, Patchworker.

The corner of the master's mouth slowly hung up after Celia's words.

The mechanical behavior is as damaging as human behavior.

Though the expression is meticulously shaped, it is disgusted like when compared to an android that does not interfere with the mind.

"Unfortunately, that won't come true. Of course, the same goes for the arrest of Albert Glendrek."

"What?"

"In response to Rosie's remark about sending him to the guillotine, I said I didn't have to. Because he..."

"Grandfather!?

Immediately after Yuri screamed, the wine glass fell to the floor and cracked.

"Patchworker, you are...!

When I tried to get up from the sofa, I lost my balance - it wasn't like that.

Albert, who fell off the sofa as if he had lost consciousness on the spot, fell to the floor and didn't move.

It recalls the method of killing a “patchworker”, who did not suffer any trauma other than surgical procedures when connecting.

Of course, for him, the body is the material for the work.

"Celia, why are you angry? You hated Alec enough to kill someone with your own hands for seven years. That man is the culprit of everything.

The master leans his neck to say nothing.

Do you really not know or are you just acting like that? It's hard to tell both.

"The contract will prove Albert's guilt. That way, we can prove Alec's innocence. All you have to do is look there. Let's make our dreams come true for more than seven years!

"... a dream?

"You will wipe Alec of his sins. And I'm sending my work back to the world as a patchworker. It is a well-known fact that Albert hated silver-haired elves. So the finished product will certainly impress many people."

"Wait, silver-haired elves should be so convenient..."

Behind Celia's closed gaze was Swen.

Sure, he's taller than Albert, but he looks a lot alike.

"... no, I don't care about that. It is widespread throughout King's Landing that you are a serial strange killer even if you are caught here or run away. The“ patchworker ”is over."

That's not true, Celia.

The master, who was looking at Celia with a white expression from the middle, looked at me. [M]

"The purpose of the master is to prove that the" patchworker ”is alive - and to establish an idol of fear that those who discriminate will be killed by the“ patchworker ”and connected to others. Rather, the more realistic it is, the better it is to know that it is a“ patchworker ”. Besides, if we don't have a way out, we'll be here from the beginning."

"Thank you very much. I was right to leave it to you."

Master bows his head respectfully.

Risha and Luc move back to alert as Swen takes a stand.

"I think you already know, Rosie, but I dare say so. You can't beat Sweden if everyone's in a bundle."

I'm sure.

"But if you can hand over Albert's body there, I promise I will leave without harming anyone. You don't need anything anymore, and I won't waste my life killing you. I don't think that's a bad story.

Indeed, Sweden's defeat is imperative if we are to make it through here.

But the difference in power between the two of us is more obvious than looking at fire. In the sense of experience, in the sense of strength, we are not far from Sweden when we work together.

"I appreciate the offer, but unfortunately I'm not willing to accept it."

"... is that so?"

The master's eyes narrowed as he sighed.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were a real fortuneteller with a past and a future."

When the master raises his hand, Swedish lethargy becomes intense and spreads all over the room.

This is the kaiseki that supported Glendrek from the shadows.

I know the difference between myself and myself. [M]

"What are you going to do, Rosie? As it is, everyone...."

Once I got away from Swen, Risha lined up next to me.

"It's okay, I'm not that stupid either. I don't think I can win by fighting Sweden properly."

"Eh, then... you should have missed it..."

As she shook her fingers, Risha rounded her eyes on the ring that she took out like a magic trick.

"Eh, where the hell did that come from!?... no, that's the magic tool Albert was using earlier, right?

"Yes, even if we can't beat Sweden, we can kill the Patchworkers with this."

The master, who had begun to walk with his back to the words, stopped and turned around.

Lifting the edge of her mouth, she raised the two contracts she had with Celia.

"I think you said something just now to get to know me, but I'll tell you because it looks like you're mistaken. Remember, Patchworker.

"Ah, no way! Stop..."

"I'm not a fortuneteller, I'm a fraud."

Ignition was too instantaneous.

Fire from the fingertips burns the parchment in an instant, turning it into a black burning scum and falling to the floor.

"... oh, my God!

"You were hiding in Ichii until today because you knew that if this contract was published, you would be able to name the patchworker again. But now that Albert is dead and the contract is just burning, the patchworker is dead."

"Dead... me?

"Yes, I told you I'd draw the curtain on the Patchworker stage. Now you will remain a copycat forever."

Master holding his head and looking up at the ceiling.

"Ah, ahhhh...."

I was convinced that the moans leaking out of my throat were by far the most human and that I had decided to win or lose.

"Aaaaaahh!! Sween!!"

Swan disappears from sight with a golden trumpet.

If it had been someone at this point, perhaps my neck would have been right behind me. [M]

But...

"... I'm glad we made it in time for the third phase."

"There was an anomaly in the board room, so I came to see what the situation was..."

Swan's right arm rolls to the floor with a dull sound.

Behind me stood an awake blonde man with a sword in one hand. [M]

"Hey, I'm sure you'll explain. Logic"

"I'll see you later. I'll leave that to you, Leonard."