Guilty Gear Xrd Rev 2 script

The following page comprises the full verbal transcript of the Guilty Gear Xrd Rev 2 additions to Guilty Gear Xrd -Revelator-.

Notes

• This transcript contains cutscene dialogue from Story and Episode Modes.
• Transcriptions of battle dialogue and arcade quotes are found on character's individual quote lists.
• Dialogue is sorted by chapter name, then by location, or by character name.

Episode Mode

Baiken

Intro

Narrator: As a child, Baiken had her family and her home stolen away from her by war. Small and weak, she could do nothing to stop the attack. She could only watch the chaos around her as the face of her disgusting foe burned itself into her mind. Now, she lives her life solely for revenge.

Nov 9th, 2187

Operator: [with Baiken's blade to his throat] Eek... I-It's a collect call...

Man on the Phone: Finally got through to you... How is there no way to reach you directly? Do you know what year it is?

Baiken: [walks away, the operator follows] Would you carry a sword if there were nothing to cut? What do you want?

Man on the Phone: ...Fair point. I want you come home.

Baiken: The Colony?

Man on the Phone: Yeah. There are lots new faces around here. Higher-ups from the Illyrian government, as well. They all look anxious, and they're barging into wherever they please. I'd say these tourists need a little lesson in manners.

Baiken: ...Then get 'em a tour guide.

???

Baiken: By the way, how's the other case going?

Man on the Phone: The other case? Oh, right. That one... Yeah.

Baiken: It's going? Stop wasting my time and get on it.

Man on the Phone: W-Wasti... I'm basically volunteering here. It's not like I'm just bumming meals off of you. It took a lot of work to get that intel...

Baiken: What was that?

Man on the Phone: Er... Oh dear.

Baiken: Are you telling me you found That Man!?

Man on the Phone: No, Ma'am. I don't know what you think you've heard, but... Either way, we have no proof to back up this intel.

Baiken: Concealing intel from me...? Damn. Sounds like you grew a pair since I saw you last.

Man on the Phone: I'm telling you, I'm not concealing intel! I just don't want you running off waving your sword around once I tell you what I have. Right now, your priority should be the Colony.

Baiken: Listen very carefully. If I don't get this information, I'll cut you. If you play dumb, I'll slash you. If you try and feed me some shit intel, I'll slice you. If this silence goes on for three more seconds, I'll divide you. Are we clear?

Man on the Phone: Crystal. Just stop with all... Cutting and slashing and slicing. Truce? First, I don't know where That Man is. Really. But, I did notice a very peculiar behavioral pattern. Following it could give us clues to the Gear Maker's whereabouts. That's it.. Now, please... Take care of the Colony before you run off to vivisect anyone.

Baiken: ... [call ends]

Man on the Phone: [to himself] Heh heh heh... Maybe she's right about me growing a pair. Who knew I could keep a secret from her? Then again, how could I tell her... ...that the Gear Maker may not be the one she wants revenge on.

???

Baiken: He's right. I've never seen so many people at the Colony. Something's going on. If their reach extends this far, then... Mm? Who's there!? [attacks]

Answer: I'm a diplomat.

Baiken: Sure. And I'm a princess.

Answer: ...

Baiken: You're here, the administration's here... What the hell do you all want from us?

Answer: I can't speak for the administration, but I'm dealing with a personal matter.

Baiken: Well, whatever it is, I don't like outsiders lurking around our city. And where you're staing is off limits. Period! Show some respect. Or at least take off you damn shoes...

Answer: Pardon me. I was not aware. I shall remove myself immediately.

Baiken: Good. Oh, but go ahead and leave that behind.

Answer: This belongs to me, I have taken nothing from your people.

Baiken: You really think I'll believe that? Well, if you really are a diplomat, then your unannounced presence here is an issue.

Answer: I could say the same about you, Ms. Baiken.

Baiken: ...!? How do you know my name!?

Answer: Oh, I know much more than that. Height 5'4", weight 100 lbs, Blood-type B. I never forget anything I see. Especially internationally-wanted bounties. ...I know everything about you short of your measurements.

Baiken: Well, we're about to get REAL close.

Ending

Baiken: Tch. Why bother taunting me if you're not really going to fight?

Answer: Diplomat, remember? I hold the only seat in the Eastern Chipp Kingdom. I'm not a warrior like you. [leaves a document over a box for Baiken to see]

Baiken: You couldn't have done that earlier?

Answer: You didn't ask.

Baiken: [reading] What does the administration want with the Colony? Why are they here?

Answer: As I said before, I don't know. But I imagine they're collecting information on the recent incident. In my master's words... "This isn't over yet."

Baiken: You saying this place is gonna be a battlefield?

Jam

Intro

Narrator: She lost her restaurant. Her piggy bank was light. And the man upon whom she'd set her sights...was out of reach. She was frustrated.

???

Jack-O': Hm? ...Who are you?

Jam: A chef. In need of change scenery. Who you? You bounty?

Jack-O': Pleasure to meet you, too...

Jam: In my experience. Half women in this world bounties.

Jack-O': Sometimes I wonder if I was born into the wrong world... So tell me... What does a chef want with a bounty?

Jam: Quick easy money.

Jack-O': ... Then you're not after me, specifically.

Jam: So, what are you?

Jack-O': Just a runaway. Yes... I needed a change of scenery. Like you. Say, why don't we talk for a little while?

???

Jack-O': You said you were looking for easy money... But is there a reason you need it?

Jam: My restaurant was destroy. Third time!

Jack-O': Th-Third!?

Jam: No big deal.

Jack-O': Wow, you're not easily discouraged.

Jam: ... [crouch-kicks her]

Jack-O': Eek! What was that for?

Jam: Did you need reason to stand up again? Only kid stay on ground and keep crying.

Jack-O': ... You're a tough one. I could learn a thing or two from you.

Jam: Teach cost 200 per hour, OK?

[Random fight ensues.]

Jam: Why you run away from home?

Jack-O': No reason in particular. No reason, no purpose... There's a lot I don't have.

Jam: A lot... Is because you're only half human?

Jack-O': Half... How did you know?

Jam: I read you "ki." For some reason, your "ki" is only half of average human.

Jack-O': You're a ki master, too? That's amazing.

Jam: Are you looking for the the other half?

Jack-O': I'm not looking for something that isn't there. I'm looking for something that's supposed to be.

Jam: Huh?

Jack-O': You see. I have nothing. Nothing I would be sad to lose, nothing I worry about, nothing I want... Nothing's all I have. And I find that...strangely unsettling. You're right. People don't need a reason to get up when they're on the ground. But I want to know that the way you do. Right now, all I'm doing is not denying that I exist. But that's different than how you live.

Jam: Mmmm... A most challenging riddle.

Jack-O': Tee-hee... Yes. A riddle.

Jam: ...

???

Jack-O': I will go on my way now. It was a very short while, but I had a lot of fun.

Jam: I put the tour fee on your tab, OK?

Jack-O': You've got so much vitality. I need to try some of that.

Jam: ... The riddle... I know answer.

Jack-O': Huh?

Jam: Just do what normal. Save world.

Jack-O': Everything you say is so eccentric...

Jam: Nothing special. Everyone does it. Eat. Sleep. Play. Oh, and work, too... You need to work to make monies.

Jack-O': How does saving the world play into that?

Jam: You already doing it. You live. As long as you live, the world is there. See? It feels like you're saving world, right? Protecting your daily life. Is protecting own identity. Right?

Jack-O': Is that your philosophy? Interesting... Can a half-human like me really save the world?

Jam: I already say that anyone can do. You fight me!

[Fight ensues. Both are lying on the ground.]

Jam: You understand now?

Jack-O': Ahaha... Um, not really.

Jam: Me neither.

[They stand up.]

Jack-O': But that was kind of refreshing.

Jam: If you don't know reason. There's no need. If animal don't run away fast, they get eaten. If animal chase fast, they get dinner. But people different. The one who run for longer time is stronger. They live. That's why once relieve stress... Return to yourself.

Jack-O': And what's your path back to yourself?

Jam: I am chef.

Jack-O': ... Thank you. [runs off]

Ending

Jam: [while sitting, looks at her delivery box, then stands up] But now I'm back to dish girl.

Answer

Intro

Narrator: The Universal Will. Believing it was somehow related to the recent incident, Chipp ordered Answer to investigate.

Nov 6th, 2187

Answer: [to comm] That form is in the 5th depository. Turn around, and it'll be on the shelf to your right. 6th row from the bottom. 23rd book from the right. Look for the one titled "Form Template Vol.3" and go to the 68th page. Yeah, I need you to copy that from the 3rd line to the 27th. [comm rings] Sorry, got another call. I'm hanging up. Oh! And make three copies! [ends call] Answer here. What? That's right. To reclaim that land, you must prove, within five generations, your relationship to a Duke or higher. Look at your family tree. Your uncle's younger brother has a first son named, Lamee. Which makes him the Duke. Why don't you know this!? Gotta go, another call. [ends call] Hey, Frahgile. What? You can't cook a good buttered chicken. What's your recipe? Hmm, I see... Your problem is obviously the lack of cardamom and cumin. Those are NECESSARY. Another incoming call! [Fades to black.] Whew... [to comm] Hyori, I'm taking a couple days off. Prepare my passport.

Hyori: [off-screen] But...

Answer: Don't!... finish that thought. Yes, the Eastern Chipp Kingdom's passport requires other countries' approval for travel. But we don't have time for bureaucracy. Forge it.

Hyori: Yes, but... Why?

Answer: Are you suggesting I hop the border? What if someone spots me? I don't exactly have an inconspicuous face!

Hyori: Umm, exactly... Forget passport or not, your face stands out... and everyone already knows it.

Answer: Argh! You're right!

Hyori: Why are all the important people in this country... So dumb?

[Elsewhere.]

Answer: [jumps over the wall border] I would've mastered the transformation jutsu if I'd known this was going to happen... Still, the Universal Will... How does he know about that? I need to focus on the attack first. We follow the Conclave's trail.

???

Answering Machine: The ID you have dialed is either in a weak magical zone, or is...

Answer: Dammit, Mr. President. Ever heard of "vibrate mode"? ...Says the highly logical man who flew to Norway for a few pieces of paper. I really should have taken that vacation...

Hyori: [via comm, off-screen] Anything to report?

Answer: Just confirmed what we already know.

Hyori: The Conclave and the "Universal Will" were conspiring together... Or something? Illyria's Sanctus Populi admitted it. Looks like our boss's hunch was right on the money.

Answer: Disturbingly so... His knack for that is nearly supernatural. Moreover... I found a note from the Conclave in Harden Fort. It was in plain sight, as if they wanted me find it. The note was in bits and pieces, but it sounded like a confession.

Hyori: A confession? What did it say? They didn't want to what they did, but they had to?

Answer: At the very least, it sounds like the Conclave had some sort of ideology behind their actions. Which begs the question... How did they work whith the Universal Will? It has no consciousness... Mystery solving is not my forte.

Hyori: So, what's next on the agenda?

Answer: There's one more place I want to go. Something's bothering me...

Nov 16th, 2187

Answer: [watching the Colony from afar] The Illyrian government? What do they want with the Colony? "Who will treat the citizens?" ...Does that question have anything to do with this note? Hm? Is this...ki I feel?

[VS Baiken screen.]

Answer: Impressive... I can't read ki very well, but whoever this is, they're strong. Huh!? [avoids attack]

Baiken: What're you doing here? I'd heard that the government was taking a shit in our backyard...

Answer: I'm afraid you have the wrong person. I'm only here because I followed the trail of the Universal Will.

Baiken: Great, I don't care. You're still in our sanctuary -- get the hell out.

Answer: My apologies. But if this indeed your sanctuary, then isn't your behavior a little...crude?

Baiken: I don't an outsider telling me how to act. Besides, haven't you heard? The administration labeled the people of the Colony "a cancer upon the world."

Answer: That's not important right now... People are flocking to the Colony because of -- something -- to do with the war... We should be helping them...

Baiken: They can help themselves. And YOU've overstayed your welcome. Whoever you are, you're about to be mincemeat.

Ending

Answer: How about you take a step back, and look at the bigger picture? There is a war going on and you're fighting the wrong enemy.

Baiken: We've got rules around here... Not that an outsider would know.

Answer: I respect how highly you value your cutoms, but every custom has a beginning. And you could start a new one.

Baiken: What are you trying to say?

Answer: Great power will always attract people. It's a fact of life. And these people will not distinguish between good or evil.

Baiken: You saying this place is gonna be a battlefield?

Answer: I'm saying I'm prating it won't. If you'll excuse me. [leaves]

[Elsewhere.]

Answer: Dear me. Not a single spoil of war this trip. I hate returning home empty-handed. [in falsetto] "Found the most amazing spot to see fireworks!" I suppose that will have to do.

Story Mode

After Story A

Beach

Raven: All preparations are complete. Given when G4 is set to be held, you should have half a month to carry this out, even if the subject is taken home.

Asuka: You've done so much to help. Thank you.

Raven: So you really intend to go though with it?

Asuka: Yes. I've already informed the media. I imagine the government will take notice soon.

Raven: Understood. In that case... ...We part ways here.

Asuka: Very well. I'll leave the rest... Oh.

Raven: ...Heh.

Asuka: "I'll leave the rest to you." Here I was, about to send you off with my usual farewell. To think I won't be able to say my customary line anymore is... a little sad.

Raven: Then why not say it?

Asuka: Hm?

Raven: It's true that we no longer share a common purpose. My actions are now entirely my own. I'm free to follow my own plan, crushing any obstacles in my way. Namely, the Flame of Corruption.

Asuka: ...I'm quite aware.

Raven: Is that all? My victory would deny you your confrontation with him.

Asuka: I'm not about to go back on my promise to you. Don't worry, I've already spoken to Frederick. I told him that you and I-No are no longer working to aid me. Do forgive me, but I already told him to "win and survive."

Raven: And was that convincing?

Asuka: What do you imagine? It seemed to annoy him.

Raven: I'm not talking about the Flame of Corruption. I'm talking about you.

Asuka: ...?

Raven: You told me that when peace finally came, it would be time for me to play my role. Back then, it sounded like you wanted me to live as a "storyteller". Why tell me that? You should have known that the day would come when our paths would diverge.

Asuka: I told you because I knew. I knew that I didn't want to leave you with the words of a master to a servant. I wanted... Well, I wanted us to part as friends.

Raven: Friends...

Asuka: Was that too embarrassing?

Raven: A little. Do you mind if I ask you something a little embarrassing as well?

Asuka: Go ahead.

Raven: If there were a God, what would you hope for? I'm not asking you what you'd wish for, but rather, what would you want that God to be like?

Asuka: God, you say? I doubt I could give you a worthwhile answer...

Raven: Haha. Even after all this time, you're still not much for small talk.

Asuka: Oh, really?

Raven: That's right. And given how long I've worked for you, you still don't know anything about me.

Asuka: I'm sorry.

Raven: Let me tell you a story from long, long ago. I once tried my hand at playing God. I settled in a village and started performing good deeds. I wanted nothing more than to use my power to help people. Sometimes, that took the form of healing wounds and illness. Other times, I toppled tyrants. And for my trouble, I was punished; even put to death. A minor setback, given that I'm immortal. People celebrated my many returns as miracles.

Asuka: I see. You really were a god to them.

Raven: I was. And it was by no means an unpleasant feeling. Over time, word of my exploits had spread to other settlements. People from afar sought my aid. I went to help these new villages, just as I did the first. When things finally settled down, I made my way back to the first village to rest my weary mind. I believed that I would be welcomed back with open arms. I was a fool. My return drew nothing but criticism.

Asuka: After growing accustomed to your powers, the villagers took you for granted.

Raven: That's right. They blamed me for every negative event that occurred during my absence. It was then that I realized. I wasn't a savior to these people. I was merely a repairman whose absence inconvenienced them. I was an everyday system. You can imagine how disappointing this was to one who saw himself as God. If nothing else, at least you can't call God a system. But what does that make God, who can soothe people's souls? What exactly is God trying to save?

Asuka: This is why you asked me what I hoped God would be? Are you still looking for an answer?

Raven: You've already shown me one. So I'll tell you what I think. There's something that exists beyond people's understanding of this world. Something close to their hearts. When such an existence earns their belief, it is called God. In it, people can find true salvation. And if there were an immortal storyteller in this world, he would likely find a place close to people's hearts as well. In which case, I might be able to truly save people. So please, say it. Tell me you'll "leave the rest to me". I'm certain now that I can live up to those words. As your friend.

Asuka: ...Thank you. Very well, I'll leave the rest to you.

Royal manor

Dizzy: The tea's almost ready!

Sin: Tea, huh?

Ky: Hm?

Sin: Ugh. Why would you ever drink something so bitter?

Ky: If it's too bitter for you, just add sugar.

Sin: Wait, you can do that?

Ky: Interesting...

Dizzy: What is?

Ky: Sin was roughing it with Sol for a long time. And while Sol is Sol, he was still acting like a proper parent. He must have thought tea was too bitter for a child.

Dizzy: Oh, um, then what do you want to drink, Sin? We have milk.

Sin: I'll have sugar water!

Ky: Sugar water?

Sin: Yeah, it's really good! When I was traveling with the old man, he'd always say "just drink regular water," and wouldn't let me drink it much. But if something good happened, he'd give me some as a treat! Oh, here's a little trick. If you add just a little salt, it goes from good to downright godly!

Ky: (Dammit, Sol!)

Elphelt: Good morning!

Dizzy: Good morning.

Ky: It seems like you slept well.

Elphelt: I did. What can I say? The bed was just so soft and fluffy and...

Ramlethal: Don't get too used to it. It's not like we can stay here forever.

Sin: Don't be like that, Ram. You can stay as long as you like.

Ky: Ramlethal is right, I'm afraid. We can't stay here for much longer.

Elphelt: ... "We"?

Sin: Wait, what? You mean all of us?

Ky: Correct. The incident has worked everyone into a fluster. But once everything calms down, I intend to formally reveal the truth about our entire family.

Sin: And we won't be able to stay here because...?

Dizzy: Your father is the human king. People won't be happy to hear that I am his wife.

Sin: What's that supposed to mean!? Are you really okay with this, Mom!?

Dizzy: I am. As long as I'm with you and your father, it doesn't matter to me where I live.

Sin: In that case, I'm okay with it too.

Elphelt: It's nice to be part of a family... Oh, look at this!

Ky: ...?

Elphelt: It's about Dizzy!

Ky: This is... Well, I suppose she was on the battlefield. It's only natural she'd catch the public's eye.

Elphelt: That's not the point! Look what people are saying about her! "She saved my life." "She refused to abandon us." "She's like an angel! No, a goddess!" "If she were Queen, she'd be a perfect match for King Ky." These people knew that Dizzy wasn't human, but they sent their letters anyway. I'm positive that your family could be a new kind of royal family, for the new world. That's what I think, at least.

Ky: If you're right, then we could all stay together.

Ramlethal: All...?

Dizzy: We're all family, right?

Ramlethal: ...Family.

Sin: Hm? So... Where does the old man fall in all of this?

Ky: (Urk...!)

Dizzy: That's a good question. What would we do? It would make sense for Dizzy to call him "Father" or something, right?

Ramlethal: W-Would we have to call him... F-F-Father too...?

Elphelt: Hmmm... For us, would it be more like "Brother"?

Ky: (Oh no... All my worst fears are coming to light...)

Dizzy: By the way, Sol said-- I mean, Father said he would drop by today, right? That's perfect. It gives us a chance to talk things over.

Sin: Whoa, that's some critically good timing. Way to go, Old Man!

Ky: (That's not how the word "critically" works! Or maybe he's right. This IS a critical situation!) I-I'm going outside for a bit. You all keep talking. (What should I do? Make up a reason he has to leave? B-But that would mean telling a lie. Oh, now I've got it...) Sorry. There's something I want to talk to Sol about privately first. It might take a little while, but don't worry.

Dizzy: ...?

Ky: I thought it was unusual for you to visit... I expected you'd want to talk about turning over a new leaf, but... Let's take a little walk.

Illyrian War Room

Leo: Nnnnn.

Ellsworth: Are you constipated?

Leo: NO!

Ellsworth: Then please try to refrain from making such strange sounds. Is there a problem?

Leo: Your worsening behavior towards me is the problem. I'm still the Second King. Moreover, I'm a guest! I'm not from around here.

Ellsworth: I can tell. People around here don't walk around with paper dictionaries in hand. And if you'd like to be treated as a guest, then please act like one. You're treating this place as if it's your home.

Leo: We're dealing with post-incident clean up on an absurd scale! Then there's the issue of the new Sanctus Maximus, AND we have G4 quickly approaching. My stay hasn't stretched out this long because I've wanted it to! A-And that's not the half of it... When I return to my kingdom, I have a literal mountain of issues to handle there... Just the other day, a paper Mount Everest cast a shadow over Ky's desk. With a pit in my stomach, I called my people and asked, "Has Mount Everest formed upon my desk?" With a laugh, they told me, "It's not Everest, it's the moon."

Ellsworth: What does that mean?

Leo: "You can climb a mountain with some hard work, but you can never reach the moon." That's what it means. Aha, ahaha...

Ellsworth: Y-You have my condolences.

Leo: [ring] Argh, do I really have to answer!?

Ellsworth: King Leo, are you having trouble? You must pick up the receiver to answer a call.

Leo: Aaaaaaargh, fine! [to comm] WHAT!?

Park

Sol: How far are we going?

Ky: That's my line. I could feel your fighting spirit seething through the door. What exactly did you want to talk about?

Sol: ...Are you really already over it?

Ky: Over what?

Sol: Settling things between the two of us. Going all out.

Ky: You're asking now? Well, I'd be lying if I said I was completely satisfied, but in my mind, it's done. Also, I ALWAYS go all out. You're the one who never took our fights seriously.

Sol: No... That's wrong. I'm not the one sandbagging. You never got serious. Not even once.

Ky: ...You jest. But I ask you again, what are you here to talk about?

Sol: Back during the Crusades, before we met... Kliff told me this rumor about a prodigy swordsman. If you couldn't guess, that was you. I didn't give a shit at the time... But then I saw you on the battlefield. I saw someone out there who surpassed all of my expectations. No openings, no wasted movements, no carelessness, no hesitation, no embarrassment, not even any honor. No chivalry or mercy. A being unaffected by emotion. You were a killing machine. Taking down gears with brutal efficiency. Sent a shiver down my spine.

Ky: ...That was long ago.

Sol: I'm not done talking. I've seen the face of the "serious" Ky. Then one day, you challenged me. You wanna know what I thought right then?

Ky: ...

Sol: I was afraid. Hell, I was scared shitless. "He figured out that I'm a Gear, and he's come to kill me." That's what I thought. And I was ready to fight with everything I had. And what do I get? You told me it'd be a serious fight, but you just wanted to play with swords.

Ky: Well... I wasn't out to kill you. Though I'd hesitate to call it "play". The techniques I use on the battlefield are for killing monsters.

Sol: And that's your mistake. I'm a Gear. I am a monster.

Ky: But if I fought like that, you could hardly call it a duel.

Sol: That's right. It would be a real fight.

Ky: ...A serious fight? How can I make you understand...? I know. Would you mind drawing that sword?

Sol: This?

Ky: With that, you're dead. You want to try again; I didn't give you enough warning; you'd be fine if you were ready. Excuses like that have no value. Unfairness and deceit are superior. The difference between life and death. Would you call this a "real fight"? Could you accept losing like this?

Sol: You still don't get it, huh? I'm here to fight. I want to settle things once and for all. Sorry to handicap you, but there's just one rule. We start when I say "go".

Ky: Stop now. What's the point of all this?

Sol: Quit whining. Look closely, Ky Kiske. Do you see a human in front of you? Or are you hesitating because your woman's a monster too!?

Ky: Guh! SOOOOOOL!

Illyrian War Room

Leo: [to comm] Is... that true? When? The radio? Why does the media have it first!? Right. I'll confirm it on my end. I'll get back to you once I have a grasp of the situation. [ends call]

Ellsworth: Is everything all right? Don't tell me something terrible happened again?

Leo: No, I wouldn't call it an emergency... But it is a major incident. Turn on the radio.

Park

Sol: Kuh... Gah...

Ky: If you're going to sleep, do so in a bed.

Sol: I'm fine here. Do most my sleeping on the ground anyway. You still didn't fight me seriously. Why?

Ky: Hah. This was a twist on our regular fights. You didn't even transform yourself.

Sol: You just didn't give me a chance to.

Ky: Well, my tactics are meant for the battlefield. It's only natural that they'd overwhelm you if you hadn't faced them before. But they are pretty basic Holy Order techniques.

Sol: I'll be sure to study up if they ever invite me back.

Ky: So, did you figure it out?

Sol: Come again?

Ky: At first, I wondered why you were trying to anger me. But the way you moved gave me the answer. You were trying to learn something from real combat.

Sol: ... It's...about how to face others...

Ky: Hm?

Sol: About how humans can face monsters. That's all I wanted to know.

Ky: All of this trouble for that... You could've just asked.

Sol: Talking doesn't win fights. Unfortunately, I gained zero from this. Turns out you're the damn monster.

Ky: ... Huh. I see. Is this about the Gear Maker? You're getting ready to fight him...

Sol: The Gear Maker, Asuka, isn't a warrior like us. If he didn't have his magic, any old fart could take him down. Yet he picked a fight with me, to my face.

Ky: Astounding. You won't learn to beat him overnight.

Sol: Save the lecture for later. What do you think?

Ky: About you defeating the Gear Maker? You just attempted to take me on in close quarters. Fighting Gears is just the same way you remember it. However, a common soldier would try to keep their distance from a Gear, taking up their time.

Sol: Taking up their... You mean, they'd try to distract 'em?

Ky: That's right. You'd pick away at them from outside their range and try to break their focus. Once you're sure that you had an opening to land your attack, you'd go in for the finishing blow. It's the same basic tactic magic-users use.

Sol: And Asuka's basically the strongest one there is.

Ky: [Sigh] ...

Sol: Thanks for the analysis.

Ky: Do you really want to win?

Sol: He picked a fight with me.

Ky: Then we might be able to give you a fighting chance.

Sol: Well? Spit it out.

Ky: But this will only work once. No second chances. Plus, it's something that only you could do. When's your confrontation?

Sol: It's not set in stone. He said he'd let me know.

Ky: Then he's likely making his preparations.

Sol: Nah. Just had some personal affairs to handle.

Ky: Personal affairs?

[Rapid scene change.]

Reporter: We interrupt this program for an emergency broadcast. We received information that this morning, the "Gear Maker" has been apprehended, and is now under guard. I repeat, the greatest criminal in human history, the "Gear Maker" has been apprehended. It would appear that he surrendered himself to the government of the United States!

After Story B

Vampir Villa

[Sharon leaves a cup of tea on the table before Slayer, while Zato looks outside the window.]

Zato: The Merciless Apocalypse falls to ruin, and a new world begins. The assassins will be reborn.

Slayer: Aye. The seeds we sowed were truly cruel. But now, given warm sunlight and pure water... They'll bloom into beautiful flowers.

Zato: Beautiful, yes, but still poisonous.

Slayer: ...Or perhaps venomous? What did happen to Venom?

Zato: Bedman killed him. Or so the official information will tell you. But he's alive. And we know his whereabouts.

Slayer: A loose end.

Zato: Indeed. If this information reaches someone, the new order won't last. Few humans know of our secret pact with the Third King, after all. That's why, he... Venom must be eliminated. And I must be the one to do it.

[Sharon drops her gaze ]

Slayer: Can you?

Zato: Who else could? I'm already dead. A revenant, left by the assassins of the past. [teleports, leaving Slayer and Sharon in silence]

Illyria alley

Venom: Not many customers.

Robo-Ky: Of course. This place is a hole in the wall.

Venom: Well, we are trying to keep a low profile.

Robo-Ky: What good businessman tries to keep a low profile? More importantly, where's my body? Why am I like this? Hurry up and raise that profile so you can start making money! You need to get my body repaired!

Venom: I know.

Robo-Ky: Oh, really? I saved your life! Show some gratitude.

Venom: ...So you did. Let me set something straight. I couldn't have defeated Bedman without you. I'm grateful for your aid. Which is why I've decided to live in disgrace like this until my debt is repaid. However, I had hoped to die there. I resent you for saving my life.

Robo-Ky: This isn't a debt, this is a matter of gratitude. How ignorant about human interaction can you be? You're the human, yet you're more of a machine than I am. Don't act like your life has so little value.

Venom: ... You're right. That was stupid of me to say. But I shouldn't exist. If word of my survival goes public, many people could lose their futures.

2cave: Indeed.

Venom: ...!

2cave: What, not used to getting customers? Aren't you going to welcome me? Or is this not a shop? Your eyes... Remind me of an old friend of mine.

Venom: ...I get that a lot. My features are pretty unremarkable. Lots of people have faces like mine.

2cave: Hmm. My mistake, I suppose. He wouldn't be debasing himself like this anyway.

Venom: So, what'll it be today?

2cave: Well then, let's see... Ah, I know. I'll start with a shoeshine.

Venom: Right away.

[Minutes later.]

2cave: Hm, not bad. You seem to have a practiced hand.

Venom: That'll come out to...

2cave: Not yet.

Venom: ...?

2cave: I'll pay for everything together. We have more business.

Venom: Why have you come here?

2cave: What do you mean, "why"? Aren't you a shoeshine?

Venom: W-Well...

2cave: Though I suppose it is rather boring to work in silence. A little chat might be nice. So, what led you to a job like this? Come now, you're the one who started the conversation! Sorry, but I'm not a mind-reader. I swear, your place of business led you to this job. Look out at how bright and sunny the street is. If you're going to run a business, that's the place to do it. You'd certainly be making a lot more money...

Venom: If you're here to kill me, would you mind waiting a while longer?

2cave: That's a big demand for a shoeshine. Why, exactly, should I wait?

Robo-Ky: He needs to make money. It'd be a real pain if he died before he got enough.

2cave: Interesting friend you have here.

Venom: He was wounded because of me.

2cave: So, you wish to give him a new body? That's a tall order. How many more shoes would you need to shine?

Venom: I'm in no hurry.

2cave: Haha. Now that's funny. You don't want THIS to be your life's work, do you? Have you no interest in anything more lucrative?

Venom: Money's not the... Huh? Wait, are you not from the Guild?

2cave: What "Guild"? And what would you do if I told you I was? Again, I can't read your mind, but you're trying not to stand out, right?

Venom: Grr.

2cave: Then you're simply a shoeshine, and I'm merely a customer. Isn't that right? I'm sorry, Man of Steel, but we need a little privacy.

Robo-Ky: [with a bag over him] H-Hey! Take this off of me! It'll take more than this to trap me, dammit! Hm? (This is... What is this guy...?)

2cave: You've been awfully reticent, so I'll do the talking this time. To tell you the truth, my company has rather dramatically changed its direction recently. The new direction doesn't suit me.

Venom: Why not?

2cave: In short, the pay's getting worse. Don't give me that look. There are plenty of people who think the same way that I do. Is it really so strange? When I hear a sad story on the news, I can commiserate and offer my condolences. I consider anything more than that to be overtime. Which, of course, requires additional compensation.

Venom: Sounds like you live for money, which I'm sure you have plenty of. I'm afraid you've found yourself in the wrong place.

2cave: I have money because I live frugally. But back to the point... That's why we decided to branch off. We're thinking of starting a new company. But in these uncertain times, it's not easy for a new company to succeed. There's nothing more important than trust. That's why we're seeking highly experienced and storied personnel. In other words, we're looking for a leader.

Venom: Then you're really in the wrong place.

2cave: Don't stop working, shoeshine. Do you really think so? If something strange has caught your ear, I would love to hear your opinion.

Venom: Your company's never been strapped for cash before. If they've changed their policies, they must have done so for something more than money... An objective with value, maybe?

2cave: An objective with value, you say... A simple question. Let's say you wanted something with your entire being. Then, you obtained it. It's all you dreamed it would be, but you still have a long life ahead of you. What would you do? You'd look for something new, wouldn't you? That means any goal you have doesn't hold as much value as you'd expect. Now, I don't mean to sound cynical. What I mean to say is that the things that are truly important aren't things that can be readily exchanged and replaced. They're things that grow and develop. Something that you can watch over for a lifetime.

Venom: That's a pretty decent philosophy. Why not start a family?

2cave: A family. Yes, a family would be good. A lot of people find fulfillment there. But for me, it's money. The more I have, the more distinguished I feel. Simply looking at the numbers in my account soothes me. I don't know if I could live with myself if I saw it disappear.

Venom: Is that really so fun?

2cave: So, you can't do anything if it isn't fun? You've just insulted every laborer on the planet. Hahaha. Haha. Oh, but to answer your question, yes, I do find it greatly enjoyable. The fact that you even asked shows your empathy for our employees, in a way. How kind of you. How wonderful. But we have our own empathy, too. We're only doing this for the sake of our old friends.

Venom: ...?

2cave: We used to be a single group. A pack of wolves. Strength did the talking, strength built trust and united us. Because we were ruled by a strong king. But that king suddenly decided to abandon his sharp fangs and claws, peeling off his hide. He started to speak of working for the sake of others. To become sheep, so to speak. Now, this isn't a criticism, but some people aren't able to stop living as wolves. Wolves don't sharpen their claws for anyone outside of their pack. Think about it. What happens if you release wolves and sheep into the same pasture? I shouldn't have to paint you a picture. That's why some wolves would choose to leave.

Venom: Or maybe just one. Have you tried asking the rest of your pa--

2cave: Keep shining! Wolves don't speak the language of sheep. Oh, forgive me. Those shoes are already perfect. So, now you preach coexistence? Your kindness never ceases to impress. Though it makes sense coming from a man who'd preach familial love. But the irony is, the sheep don't really fear the wolves. They fear the individuals who leap out of the pen, away from the flock. If it were as simple as that, it wouldn't be an issue. However... These escaped sheep are poisonous. And it's a dreadful, powerful poison. One may be living quietly in the shadows now, but if it were to poison someone and attract attention... People would begin to fear all sheep. They would seal off the entrance to the pen and slaughter them all. And I can hardly imagine that would make the poisonous sheep very happy. The poisonous sheep is in a pitiable position. Its mere existence brings misfortune to all around it. Except, perhaps, to wolves. If the poisonous sheep were to join the pack, they would offer it shelter from the elements and warm meals. They could even provide it with a wolf's pelt, to allow it to conceal its true self. What do you think would be the best choice? What should the poisonous sheep do?

Venom: Find a world without people and live there.

2cave: Did I not just explain why that choice is dangerous? Mercy me. Anyway, our shoes have all been shined. We'll be leaving now. I made it sound like the sheep were the cowards, but in reality, the wolves are cowards as well. They're absolutely terrified of any of their secrets getting out. This is the last shoe to shine. Would you care to express your opinion one more time?

Venom: You intend to fight here?

2cave: That depends on the poisonous sheep.

Venom: Do you think you can kill me?

2cave: It would be difficult. But it would spread the poison.

Venom: Tch. [to Robo-Ky] Sorry to have gotten you involved. It looks like I won't be able to fix your body after all.

2cave: Then are you just giving up? Why are you so prepared to die!?

Venom: Are you familiar with "bushido"? It's an ancient doctrine from the Orient. It's always impressed me. Retainers wield their swords for their lord. They're willing to throw away their own lives for his sake. They fight for what they believe in. That belief also lets them offer their lives without fighting. I have a lord whom I serve.

Old Man: What's going on over there? Is that a fight?

2cave: What a shame. It appears our secret's out. [Assassin B starts to walk towards the old man.]

Venom: Wait, stop!

2cave: ...Why? This is a perfect opportunity to display your belief in justice. Go and tell him. Swear to him that you'll protect this town.

Venom: ...

2cave: What's wrong? All you need to do is say it, and we'll spare their lives. Hahaha. That's right. Hard to declare something you know to be a lie, isn't it? Now you understand. Did you predict that this would happen? In this world, things never go your way. That's how it works. That's what living alone gets you. Now, this really is your final chance. I'll give you a second option. Either say "I'll protect this town" or "I'll join the wolves". You must choose one or the other.

Venom: ...Ugh. I... I will... I will protect this town!

2cave: Well done.

Venom: Wait, you promised you'd...!

Old Man: What are you doing over there? Why are you accosting that man?!

Assassin B: We're assassins. And we're taking over this market.

Old Man: What? Haven't you heard what they're saying on the radio? They said the Assassin's Guild has been disbanded.

Assassin B: Oh, we know. But that won't stop bad people from appearing, will it?

Old Man: Are you damn gangsters trying to bring your wickedness into our town?

Assassin A: Aaah, he got me!

Assassin B: Well, we were trying, but that guy over there is ridiculously strong. He keeps giving us trouble! Is he an acquaintance of yours?

Old Man: No, I don't recognize him.

Assassin B: Well, he just set up shop here, and he's really giving us hell. We won't be able to do anything as long as he's around. You'd better treat him well, for your own good.

Old Man: Huh...?

Venom: What is this...? ...?

2cave: Do forgive the delay. There's your payment. It covers all of us. Take it.

Robo-Ky: What? Oho, paydirt! Wait... This is a deed to a shop. In the shopping district, no less!

Venom: What's the meaning of this...?

2cave: I have a lord as well. Just like you, a lord worth following, and worth devoting my life to. I was asked to convey a message. And to give you that envelope, after confirming your determination. I'd say you passed with flying colors. He also told me to say this. "The poisonous sheep is already dead. You are no longer a sheep, nor a wolf. You are simply human. A human should live like humans do."

Venom: L-Lord Zato...!

Robo-Ky: How nice.

Venom: Can I really be happy...?

Robo-Ky: Sure you can. They just wanted to draw out your determination. Although I imagine you're probably the one who's most glad to see it.

Venom: ...

Robo-Ky: Your superior knows your personality. He knew you'd find yourself feeling stuck and sent that group to put your life on the line.

Venom: But what was the purpose of that? By the way, it was unusual for you not to butt into the conversation. Why? Did you know something?

Robo-Ky: Oh, that? I was examining them from inside the bag. Whenever you spoke, their hearts were beating so hard and fast, it sounded like machine gun fire. They may have acted cool and collected, but they were terrified the whole time. They were probably worried about you snapping and killing them all. You have good friends. You should introduce them to me sometime.

Venom: Fine by me. But first, we have a shop to name.

Bakery

After that, the two of them managed to open their shop. Though Venom was fraught with anxiety, mysteriously, nobody ever realized his true identity.

Woman: Okay, Mr. Venom, I'll stop by first thing in the morning to pick it up. Be sure to reserve five chocolate muffins for me!

Venom: Of course. Oh, please bear in mind that we don't offer any discounts in the morning.

Zato: I see you're doing well.

Venom: Yes, thanks to you. Still, Lord Zato... You registered the store under my real name. Is this some sort of practical joke?

Zato: Never ascribe to malice that which is explained by carelessness. Besides, that's why I also gave you disguise tips.

Robo-Ky: All's well that ends well, right? If nobody's figured you out yet, nobody will.

Venom: Right. Even though all I did was raise my bangs...

After Story C

Intro

Patissiere: [voiceover] Faxitaly, faxitaly, faxitaly... I heard this from my grandmother when I was a child. I only remembered it now. A distant memory of a charm to make dreams come true. But now that I'm an adult, I have fulfilled my dream. I've become a patissiere. I can't attribute that to the charm, but it wasn't personal strength, either. In the city, if those who seek something and those who provide it meet, the ticks of the clock will carry things forward. But their overflowing emotions are left behind them, and they never look back to see what spilled out... If only I'd remembered my grandmother's words at that time. Perhaps such a tragedy would have been averted. Now all I can do is pray for their safety. Though maybe I don't even have the right to do that.

Dining room

Trey: It's just about time... Finally! I'd like to formally start the celebration for all our hard work, despite how modest it may be!

Everyone: Yaaay!

Anders: Today's not going to be like last time, will it?

Trey: C'mon now, don't jinx us.

Anders: Heh, right. Sorry about that.

Randy: Hey, Zappa. We're a little late, it's the first time for some of these people. Let's introduce ourselves.

Alexis: Like you need to. Everyone knows about you guys, Mr. Hero.

Randy: H-Hero? Y-Yeah, that's totally me!

Zappa: Haha...

Ellsworth: Yeah. If anything, we should be telling you our names. But before we do... We need to introduce our greatest contributor, and the one who proposed this gathering. The Third King of the United Kingdoms of Illyria, King Daryl!

Everyone: Yaaay!

Anders: King Daryl. Would you care to say something?

Daryl: Enough of this merrymaking.

Everyone: Err...

Daryl: I'm joking.

Anders: Ugh. What kind of joke was that? Hahaha.

Daryl: Right, it appears that everyone has arrived. Unfortunately, our last celebration was tragically cut short. Today is the day to right that wrong and celebrate to our hearts' content!

Everyone: Yeah!

Daryl: Heh... To our hearts' content...

[Episode title.]

Randy: Oh, right! I have a photo.

Trey: A photo? Of what?

Randy: The patissiere girl took it. You never saw the finished product, right?

Zappa: The patissiere girl? You don't mean it's of...

Randy: I do.

Anders: Really? You got a photo!?

Alexis: It's amazing! She did a great job!

Ellsworth: It really is enormous.

Randy: Of course it is. She WAS shooting for a Guinness World Record.

Anders: How do you think it tasted?

Zappa: Probably not very good. She was going for size, not flavor.

Randy: I'll tell you, that thing tasted good. I guarantee it.

Zappa: What, did you eat it or something?

Randy: Uh, well, you know. I just know how she works, is all.

Alexis: True... I can't imagine she'd ever compromise.

Zappa: Yeah. Now I wish I could've had some.

Trey: Better not dwell on it. It's gone now.

Anders: Still, it's a shame.

Daryl: Indeed. We were all looking forward to it.

Alexis: So... How DID the pudding end up all over the floor?

Ellsworth: It was the work of a mischievous ghost.

Zappa: A ghost?

Ellsworth: Well, at least if you believe what Alyssa said.

Zappa: What do you mean?

Ellsworth: I'm telling you, that's why we didn't get to eat any pudding. A ghost appeared in the kitchen and knocked it down.

Randy: Er, well... That's certainly a far-fetched excuse.

Ellsworth: Haha. Well, you never know. She's had magic-users in her family for generations.

Anders: That's right. They even had books on demon summoning.

Alexis: Oh... But this... Is just a book about making wishes come true.

Anders: What did you bring that here for?

Alexis: Alyssa asked me to borrow it from her family and bring it to her.

Randy: Huh? What'd she want it for?

Alexis: I'm not really sure, to be honest. But now I'm thinking I should probably return it...

Randy: Well, let's take a look. "Demon Summoning Fundamentals"... Looks like you need an offering and a magic word. Beginners should start with one day contracts, which don't pose serious risks. If your need exceeds the alotted time, 30 minute extensions can be negotiated with appropriate compensation. The offering is a beaver's scent pouch. The magic word is...

Anders: What's a scent pouch?

Alexis: Oh, right. I hadn't heard of it either, so I did some research... And apparently it's a secretion gland taken from a beaver's butt.

Anders: Eww, its butt?

Trey: Stop messing around. This is no joke.

Zappa: That's right, Randy. You shouldn't take demon summoning so lightly. And you call yourself a spirit observer?

Randy: Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry. But if she just told the truth and said she'd knocked it over, nobody would blame her.

Trey: I said stop it. Her story's fine.

Daryl: Is it?

Trey: Hmm?

Daryl: It's never wrong to try to verify someone's claims. And this provides us with an interesting opportunity to confirm the authenticity of this ghostly phenomenon.

Randy: Haha. Now I'm wishing YOU'd stop. This is starting to sound like work.

Daryl: Does everyone else feel that way?

Ellsworth: ...Well, I was curious.

Trey: Hey.

Ellsworth: I mean, it was a little... abnormal to see Alyssa so upset.

Trey: Case closed. It was just an accident. There's no reason to keep bringing it up!

Ellsworth: Hey, I'm just saying how I felt.

Trey: R-Right. Sorry. But Alyssa's probably more disappointed than any of us. That accident was...

Daryl: What if it wasn't an accident?

Everyone: Huh?

Daryl: ...I said, what if it wasn't an accident?

Trey: You believe the story about the ghost?

Daryl: I didn't say that. However, the question remains... On that fateful day, what happened to destroy that pudding? I'm sure we're all curious to know the truth.

Zappa: What do you suppose it was?

Daryl: That's a question for you ghost specialists... What's your view? Do you really think Alyssa made a mistake?

Zappa: Well, that's...

Daryl: I know you don't. Alyssa isn't the culprit. Every last person here was looking forward to that pudding. Yet the true culprit, who robbed us all of our joy, still walks freely among us. This cannot be forgiven!

Zappa: The true culprit? King Daryl, it sounds like you really do have an idea! What happened on that day?

Daryl: Where are you going? We still have much to discuss.

Randy: Uh, look... I don't mean to be rude, but... I was kind of hoping today would be more fun. But this whole manhunt thing isn't really my style.

Daryl: I see. How clever. You're good at escaping from inconvenient situations, aren't you?

Randy: ...What are you implying?

Daryl: What do you think? I imagine you can guess where this is going. You are our culprit, Randy.

Randy: Wait, what? Excuse me? What are you talking about!?

Daryl: I'll cut to the chase. On that day, at the very moment the incident took place, where were you?

Randy: I was at the venue. Ask anyone here!

Ellsworth: Y-Yeah, it's true. Randy was there, I remember.

Randy: Oh right, that photo. Look, right here. See? That's proof that I...

Daryl: Yes, it's true that you were at the venue. However... Can you tell me you never left the floor, even once?

Randy: ...!

Daryl: Now, I have a copy of this photo myself. Why, you ask? Because as you said, it's proof. Proof that will conclusively illustrate your guilt! Everyone, I'd like you to take another look at the photo. Besides his drink, Randy is holding another small bottle. Do you know what it is? Well? Can anyone tell me what's in this bottle? ...I didn't think so. Because of course you wouldn't. This isn't common knowledge. It's "Castoreum." Commonly used to add fragrance to a pastry. In other words, it's not the kind of thing anyone but a patissiere would have. Which raises the question. Why do YOU have it, Randy?

Randy: U-Uh... That's...

Zappa: Castoreum... I know I've heard that word before.

Daryl: I suppose I'll have to explain it for you. Yes, it's true that Randy was present at the venue on that day. However, for a brief period of time, he left the floor. Intending to sneak a bite, he entered the kitchen. By chance, he toppled the pudding. In his panic, he grabbed the castoreum without thinking, then returned to the venue.

Randy: Y-You're wrong!

Alexis: Then why were you holding a bottle of castoreum? You couldn't have obtained it without going to the kitchen!

Randy: Urk...

Ellsworth: You're caught, Randy. Just explain yourself.

Randy: Urrrrrrrrrkkk... Fine, you got me! I'll talk! I'll talk! I didn't sneak into the kitchen. I was called there, by Alyssa.

Trey: And why?

Randy: Because of the, what do you call it again? The custar...

Daryl: Castoreum.

Randy: Right, that. She asked me to bring it to her. From her room.

Daryl: Your limp excuses pain my ears. How can you not know the name of something you fetched?

Randy: Oh, uh, I don't remember the name because...

Daryl: A memo?

Randy: That's right. She wrote it down for me so I could get it for her.

Trey: He's right. This really is Alyssa's handwriting.

Daryl: Hm...?

Randy: Oh, huh... So this is where I left the memo. I thought I'd lost it.

Anders: Wait, it says something else, too. Look, on the edge.

Randy: Well, I think she tore this scrap off of another piece of paper.

Zappa: ..."ITALY"...?

Randy: ...*Sigh*. It was just a bite.

Daryl: A bite?

Randy: Alyssa looked REALLY flustered when I got her the...stuff. But, I mean, I wanted to be paid for my hard work. And she seemed so grateful that she'd do anything I asked. So, half-jokingly, I told her... "Let me have just one bite, before anyone else."

Ellsworth: And she LET you?

Randy: Just take another look at the pudding picture. Look, right there. You see that little bite missing?

Anders: ...You're right.

Alexis: Ah!

Ellsworth: What?

Alexis: Look at the clock.

Trey: This was 20 minutes before the incident.

Zappa: That's true. By that time, Randy was with us.

Ellsworth: Then the fact that the pudding hadn't collapsed yet means...

Randy: Do you believe me now?

Daryl: Impossible... Then who was it?

Zappa: Randy, do you swear you only took one bite?

Randy: Man, it took all my courage to lay my soul bare to you! I'm not hiding anything else.

Zappa: And when you had your bite, nobody else was in the kitchen?

Randy: Nobody except for me and Alyssa. Why?

Zappa: There's something strange about this photo.

Daryl: Strange?

Zappa: There's another bite missing. Right here.

Trey: Come again?

Alexis: Ah...

Zappa: Also, isn't it strange that the pudding is already complete? This is 20 minutes before the incident.

Anders: That's true. She said she would bring it out soon as it was done.

Alexis: Right. And I tried to bring her the book she asked for... But she yelled at me. "It's almost done, get out!"

Ellsworth: You entered the kitchen, too?

Alexis: No, I just approached the doorway.

Ellsworth: Maybe she really is a witch.

Randy: Besides, why would she even need a seasoning when the pudding was done?

Zappa: Right, that's strange as well. But there's one question that looms above all the others? Who took this photo?

Trey: Maybe the camera was on a self-timer...?

Zappa: I thought about that possibility. But look. Besides Alyssa, there's another shadow here.

Ellsworth: ...There's another person. Randy wasn't the only one to enter the kitchen.

Daryl: Meaning that this person is our true culprit?

Zappa: It's too early to draw conclusions.

Alexis: A lot of people were going in and out of the kitchen, considering she said it was off limits.

Ellsworth: Then what about this? This second person destroyed the pudding. But because Alyssa was so adamant about nobody getting near it until it was done, telling the truth would raise awkward questions about this person she gave special privileges to. That's why she pinned the blame on a ghost!

Trey: I feel like you're kind of forcing the pieces into place here... But I suppose it's possible.

Anders: You... You're wrong! I'm sorry. But at this rate, you're going to get the wrong idea about Alyssa and me.

Trey: You...? Don't tell me...

Anders: I'm the one who took that photo. She asked me to.

Randy: So, she called you just to take a photo? We could've taken photos when she brought it out to us!

Anders: Yes. I thought the same thing. But she said, "This could be the end"... And that's when I took my bite.

Ellsworth: Maybe she wanted proof that it was completed?

Alexis: But that makes it sound like she knew that the pudding would be destroyed.

Anders: I don't know about that. But at the time, she kept looking at this scrap of paper. She looked so hopeless.

Ellsworth: Wait. Then you didn't destroy the pudding?

Anders: Of course not. It was still intact by the time I left the kitchen.

Trey: So, in the end, we have an unsolved mystery.

Daryl: No, I wouldn't say that yet.

Anders: ...? We know the identity of the photographer, but we still have no evidence of her innocence.

Trey: You don't believe Anders's testimony?

Daryl: My suspicions aren't baseless. Still... Given our conversations, Randy and Anders are still both culprits. Though perhaps only through force majeure.

Trey: I'm afraid you've lost me.

Daryl: Think balance. We've already discussed that this pudding was big enough to challenge a world record. This pudding strained the physical limits of what a pudding could be.

Ellsworth: Wait...!

Daryl: That's right. Randy and Anders's tiny bites caused the pudding to lose its balance.

Trey: But that's still just a hypothesis.

Daryl: True. Until definitive evidence comes out, at least.

Trey: Yes, but you're still holding these two culpable. It's as you said earlier, King Daryl. It's never wrong to try to verify someone's claims. And, frankly, this conclusion isn't properly verified.

Daryl: Oh, and do you have better proof than what I've presented?

Trey: N-No, I'm not saying that, but...! But hasn't this topic run its course? It was just pudding...

Daryl: JUST pudding!?

Trey: ...Why are you so dogged about this?

Daryl: Hmph... That pudding was her dream. And mine, as well. It was the culmination of both of our dreams. It was to be the greatest pudding in history. My design, her execution. We tried, and we failed, over and over again. We were on the verge of giving up countless times. And when my spirit had nearly broken entirely, she looked me in the eyes, and spoke to me. [flashback] ...I get it now. It seems impossible to take this any further.

Alyssa: But then your dream will...

Daryl: It's fine. My dream isn't worth causing you physical or mental harm.

Alyssa: ...No. I can do it... I can do it! I can make the perfect pudding! Don't worry. I promise you that I'll make this miracle happen. I promise everyone! If I fail, I'll blast fire out of my ass as punishment!

[Eyecatcher.]

Daryl: Her confidence and zeal were a little puzzling, but her conviction resonated with me. She would tell me if she failed. But she never did. I think it's because she was trying to protect someone.

Trey: If that's the case, the truth isn't being hidden out of malice, but out of kindness. Isn't knowing that enough?

Daryl: ... I saw the pudding splattered upon the floor. It was a tragedy. I even thought about scooping it up and eating it! Do you understand the depths of my despair?

Trey: Still, that's no reason to cast suspicion on Randy and Anders.

Daryl: Then let's conclude that it was the work of a ghost. But what would that mean for Alyssa? It could sully her reputation!

Trey: ... If you insist on taking things this far, so be it... I'd intended to take this story to my grave. But if someone's mistake caused the pudding to collapse... Then you're the culprit, King Daryl.

Daryl: ...What...did you say?

Trey: She told us something. She said it would take 24 hours for the pudding to set. However, a pudding of that size would assuredly collapse during the process.

Daryl: Yes, I heard her say that as well. What is this?

Trey: A memo left at the scene of the incident. It was addressed to me. "This was impossible from the start. I need more time. FAX"

Zappa: "FAX"?

Randy: A G-rated way to drop an F-bomb.

Trey: She was frantic with worry over the pudding. She had privately been discussing it with me. She was working as hard as she could to keep you from worrying.

Daryl: You're kidding... I was the one who drove her to the edge... ...K-Kill me, please.

Ellsworth: L-Let's scale things back a little!

Daryl: I put on airs like a great detective, yet I completely missed the mark. Worse yet, I ruined the pudding, the dream of all mankind! I stole that dream away... I cannot be forgiven.

Zappa: ...Hold on a second. L-Let me see that memo again!

Alexis: What's wrong?

Zappa: Give me a moment. I don't fully understand it yet myself. Randy!

Randy: What?

Zappa: I need your memo, too. Ah... I knew it... King Daryl, I don't believe you're responsible for this.

Daryl: What have you figured out?

Zappa: Look, everyone. If you connect the tears in the two memos... See? A perfect fit.

Ellsworth: What of it?

Zappa: You don't get it? These letters are written across the two memos. They were originally the same piece of paper. Randy's was torn off of this one. In other words, the primary memo had been written BEFORE she gave Randy his.

Randy: A-And?

Zappa: Think carefully. Alyssa asked Randy to bring her a seasoning. Meaning, at that point in time, she intended to put the finishing touch on her pudding. So why would she leave you a memo saying that she'd given up?

Everyone: ...

Zappa: In other words, that message wasn't addressed to you, Trey! It was meant for someone else.

Trey: But for who? I still don't understand.

Daryl: Enough of this. I'll shoulder the responsibility.

Zappa: Just wait. I've almost got something. There are several strange aspects to this story.

Ellsworth: You're just overthinking this.

Zappa: I'm not. We mentioned earlier that the pudding would have to be very delicately balanced. If that were the case, it's odd that she'd let two people take bites of it, even as thanks. Meaning that she was confident of the pudding's balance at that time.

Trey: It stands to reason.

Zappa: But that's not all. Remember what Alexis said? She was yelled at just for getting near the doorway. If Alyssa weren't watching it, how would she have known Alexis was there? And her wording was strange, as well. What exactly did she say, again?

Alexis: "It's almost done, get out!" ...If I recall.

Zappa: Ordinarily, if someone knew that you were outside the doorway, wouldn't they say "wait," rather than "get out"?

Daryl: Maybe she wasn't thinking and just blurted it out.

Zappa: Maybe. But Alyssa herself had called Alexis over. If she really knew she was there, it would be strange for her to chase her off. Also, these letters. They're neither "FAX" nor "ITALY." Rather, the connected "FAXITALY"... I see, I'm starting to get it now.

Randy: Hey, Zappa? I'm gonna need you to explain this in a way I can understand.

Zappa: Sure. In other words, neither Trey's memo, nor the yelling Alexis heard, were meant for them. They were meant for someone else. Not Randy or Anders, either... Someone else was in the kitchen in those final moments!

Daryl: ...That's impossible... Who!?

Trey: It doesn't add up. Everyone here was in the venue.

Zappa: She'd been telling us the truth from the very start! It was a ghost!

Alexis: A ghost?

Daryl: So we're back to where we started.

Zappa: No, not this time. This memo makes all the difference. If the words written here were addressed to the ghost, it would explain everything. By my conclusion, Alyssa wasn't able to complete the pudding by herself. It was just too massive. It would've collapsed during its one-day setting period. So to prevent it from collapsing, she borrowed the power of a ghost.

Trey: That's quite a logical leap.

Zappa: Not really. There are some ghosts who will fulfill your wishes, if the conditions are met. However, we spirit observers... Call such a being a "demon".

Everyone: A demon!?

Alexis: That's what this book was for!

Ellsworth: But you didn't get it to her in time, did you?

Zappa: King Daryl, you told us that your meeting was in a library, didn't you?

Daryl: I did.

Zappa: Then I'm sure that's where she first discovered the existence of the book. She's from a family of magicians. I fear that she knew the contents of the book, but not the hazards. She took the book and performed a ritual in her room so that her wish might be fulfilled.

Trey: How do you know it was in her room?

Zappa: I'll answer that shortly.

Randy: Look, your argument is sounding more and more convincing, but there's no way. In the end, the pudding collapsed!

Zappa: That's right. Because she made a miscalculation.

Everyone: A miscalculation?

Zappa: Her plan was as follows. In order to overcome the challenge of the oversized pudding collapsing as it set, she formed a contract with a demon. She probably said, "Make sure the pudding doesn't collapse until it's done." A process which, for this dream pudding, would take an entire day. However, her demonic contract would only last 24 hours.

Trey: Meaning the pudding would collapse the moment it was complete.

Ellsworth: ...Was that her miscalculation?

Zappa: No, she realized that fact. Thus, knowing that the pudding would collapse upon completion... She needed to resort to the failsafe in the book!

Daryl: A 30 minute extension...

Alyssa: [flashback] I promise you that I'll make this miracle happen. I promise everyone!

Alexis: So does the pudding's collapse mean her appeal wasn't accepted?

Zappa: That's right. And I'll tell you why. She performed the ritual in her room. This went off without a hitch. However, she'd only borrowed the book, and had to return it. So she made a memo of her request and the things she needed to make it. "This was impossible from the start. I need more time."

Randy: You make it sound like she was fully prepared. Why did it all fall apart?

Zappa: To summon a demon, you need a wish, and two essential components. She lost those.

Daryl: An offering and a magic word...

Zappa: That's right. The magic word was "faxitaly." Connecting the two memos makes that clear.

Anders: And she gave half of it to Randy! Didn't she try to get it back?

Randy: Maybe she did... Now that you mention it, she asked me for the memo when I returned from the errand.

Ellsworth: What did you tell her?

Randy: Well, I couldn't find it right away, so I just said that I lost it...

Ellsworth: What's wrong with you!?

Randy: I-I dunno! I didn't know she was dealing with a DEMON at the time!

Zappa: A-Anyway, putting Randy's response aside. That little accident led to her losing the magic word. So, in a fluster, she asked Alexis to go borrow the book for her.

Daryl: And what of the offering? I haven't heard a peep about beaver secretions yet.

Zappa: Right. About that... I finally remembered something. That's the item she sent Randy for. This is also the basis for why I said that she first performed the ritual in her room. Castoreum. It's true that it's used to flavor sweets, but its main component is beaver musk. I picked this knowledge somewhere along the line as a spirit observer. With no castoreum and no magic word, Alyssa had lost both things she needed to extend the contract. And when the time limit arrived, the demon appeared before her...

Alyssa: [flashback] Just a little longer. It's almost done! Get out!

Daryl: So she hoped to use her 30 minute extension to serve us the completed pudding...

Trey: Even if she had served it before it had completely set, it would have been a fine treat. But she didn't compromise to the end... She tried to give us a perfect, true pudding...

Ellsworth: That's the pride of a patissiere, I suppose.

["Dear Song" starts playing.]

Zappa: Well, I'd say that brings today's gathering to an end.

Daryl: In the end, there are no pudding saboteurs among us.

Zappa: That's right. Everyone was looking forward to the pudding's completion and worked hard to make it happen. Including you, of course.

Daryl: Heh.

Zappa: Hahaha.

Anders: [off-screen] Aaaaah! ["Dear Song" stops.]

Hall

Trey: W-What!?

Daryl: What... Is this...?

Zappa: It can't be... but it must!

Daryl: What's going on?

Zappa: The pudding wasn't completed, but that didn't void the contract. She issued her nonperformance complaint, but didn't have the magic word at the ready!

Daryl: Then, is this compensation?

Zappa: That's right. I fear that those who ate the pudding are subject to penalties!

Ellsworth: Like what!?

Zappa: I-I don't know! Think, there must have been something in our conversation!

Alexis: No way. W-What should I do...?

Daryl: What's wrong?

Alexis: I-I'm sorry. When Alyssa asked me for a favor, I took a bite of the pudding, too!

Trey & Ellsworth: We actually stole a bite too!

Zappa: What!?

Alexis: Aaah!

Zappa: You're kidding...

Alyssa: [voiceover as Daryl remembers] "If I fail..."

Daryl: Zappa.

Zappa: ...Yes.

Daryl: Is that the compensation... The penalty?

Zappa: Yes.

Daryl: Everyone who ate the pudding will end up like that?

Zappa: Yes.

Daryl: Even though the contract is over?!

Zappa: Yes.

Daryl: ...Farewell.

Alyssa: [voiceover] Now all I can do is pray for their safety. Though maybe I don't even have the right to do that.