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I hide the recessiveness I'm made to sneer at

It's why it's significant that I'm standing here

The reason why I search now, not backing down from established fact,

remains the same—the light that stirs my cells

There's a ringing in my ears so loud it's wasting me

Have to open my eyes slowly

Wills that cling to something so hard

they can't decide what to forfeit

Even if the world holds no answers

This breaking voice of mine

What do you mean you can't save him? His injuries aren't that severe.

You're right, he just has an infection.

His life isn't in any danger for the moment.

"For the moment"?

More importantly, Wallace-kun, have you seen your father yet—

Don't change the subject, Doctor!

They don't live for very long.

It happens a lot.

Mercenary groups or mafia families take in Twilights

and use them as slaves.

Twilights?

You're wrong...

You're wrong! It's not true! You're wrong!

I mean... I mean, I've read a lot about them in books!

Twilights are monsters, with huge bodies and amazing strength!

Wallace-kun...

They kill people without a second thought...

Nicolas isn't like that! He's...

not a... monster...

Let him go.

Come to terms with it and let him go.

Of course, you can obtain Celebrer if you have money.

But considering how smart you are, you must already know, Wallace-kun...

He can't be allowed to hope to live.

Put him out of his misery.

Um... Good morning.

It sounded like you were having a nightmare, so I let myself in.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay now.

Thanks.

Whenever I had a bad dream my mother used to do this for me.

But maybe it doesn't work when you're grown up.

This is the first time you've spoken about that, Ale-chan.

Ale-chan, remember when you asked

if I'd ever thought about "Why"?

I remembered how I asked the same thing when I was just a kid.

But the answer never seems to come back.

What about you, Worick?

Have you answered, Worick?

Nico, go that way!

Huh? You're deaf?

You mean I've been talking to myself the whole time?

What the hell? No wonder I didn't seem to be getting through.

And hey! If your hearing is your compensation, say so!

This guy's fascinating.

You didn't say a word, so I thought it was your voice! You know, you—

"Speak slower"

Oh, sign language, huh?

Does it look like I know enough to understand that?

What are you up to, Doug?

Nicolas...

You know him?

A message from the Mercenary Guild.

It says that you're grounded as soon as you return to base.

You're going back today, right? I can give you a lift that way.

Ah, this sucks.

I finally got permission to act on my own last year, too.

You dumb-ass, think about who you went after!

It was the Monroe Family! The Monroe Family!

One more false step

and the Guild would have imposed their own punishment.

Huh? How old is Doug?

Listen Nico, Doug's compensation is—

I've met my requirements.

The Guild gives permission to act alone when you're 20.

I turn 21 this year, such that it is.

Really, so they're all the remains of Twilights?

Thanks, Theo, for doing these autopsies when you're so busy.

Were you able to pin down the identities of the victims?

With Worick's help, more or less.

But, since they all had their critical tags stolen from them,

it's taking a lot more work than it should.

That guy who interfered with my pratice the other day

was tossed in with the other victims.

Huh? Is that somehow relevant?

Aside from him, I didn't find a single body that showed signs or injuries

indicating that they had been restrained before they died.

Nothing as far as I could see, at least.

Meaning that way they were all in the prime of life, for a Twilight.

If they'd been drugged or something, that'd be one thing.

But if that were true, there wouldn't be any defensive wounds.

Judging by these cuts,

it's safe to say that dismemberment occurred while they were still alive.

Do you think the Corsicans, who exclusively use Normals, would kill like this?

Aww, I was sure that it was you

who was behind the bodies in District 6.

Um, he wants to know why you took that job without the Guild's permission.

Oh, no reason.

It's because the target was Gunslinger Danny.

I thought if I started something with him,

I'd able to go up against some high-category brothers.

Finding out he keeps one Low under his command was a bit unexpected.

Man, don't talk to me about the Three Laws at a time like this.

It's not like I'm in the Guild because I wanna be.

The truth is, I never did get the unwritten rules of Ergastulum.

Um, Doug, are you, by any chance...

I'm from South Gate.

I got committed to this town when I was 16, and went to the Guild.

What, are rogues that unusual?

What?

West Gate?

You, too?

You're awfully quiet, aren't you, Doug? What's the matter?

Pops, any work you've got coming my way...

make sure I don't run into him, okay?

What's this? This is unusual.

You don't want to tangle with your rogue friend?

I've never met a West Gate survivor before.

Pining for the outside world, are you?

Nah, it's not that.

Resistance from anti-Twilight factions still continue today,

and the government has once again called in mercenary units.

Curfews have been ordered for neighboring regions—

Cap—

Captain...!

I don't need good-for-nothings in my unit.

If your symptoms have gotten that bad,

then there is no merit in taking you to Ergastulum.

Fa—

Father...

Stop pretending you're human, you monster!

Nic! Nic!

Nic, it's all right. Everything's okay now.

There's no need for you to serve him.

When I showed him the money, he jumped at the chance.

Here, look. I can buy Celebrer from the doctor.

So...

Nicolas?

Nicolas...

I, um, brought you a change of clothes.

Are your injuries all better now?

It's 12 people this time. The autopsies haven't been done yet,

but it's safe to assume that they're all Twilights, right?

Music to my ears. Saves me the trouble of dealing with you directly.

Listen, Corsica-san,

we can all pretty much imagine that it was your kind who did this!

Ma'am—

Are you trying to destroy the balance that my father and uncle finally managed to establish

by hiring Twilights only when it suits you, all over your personal feelings?

You've got to be kidding! Enough, already!

Me and Twilights, you say?

Me, conspiring with Twilights?

The thought turns my stomach!

I'd rather have my head chopped off right here

and have sewage splattered on it than do something like that!

Who do you take me for?

Stop talking out of your ass, little girl!

Hey, you filthy old coot! How dare you take that attitude

with our late father's daughter?

Galahad, calm down.

Eh? Come on!

Now, now, bickering with each other here won't solve our problem.

It's true that this is a feat that none but a Twilight could pull off.

However, that doesn't conclusively prove that anyone here is involved.

An outsider? Are you suggesting the government is involved?

I'm just offering possibilities.

The town is teeming with miscreants. You never know what might happen.

isn't that right?

So, how about it?

Has your memory become distorted and hazy,

or did you lose your sense of time for the last few days?

No.

Have you seen this Barry guy since then?

Uh, n-no...

No, not even once.

Then you're making good progress. Keep taking those for a bit,

just to be on the safe side.

Also, you're a prostitute, right?

I don't care about your sexual relations,

but being exposed to excessive stress can make you more suspectible

to relapses of hallucinations and obsessiveness.

Don't get in over your head.

That's all. The examination is over.

I'll put this consultation on the Handymen's tab.

S-Sensei...

What is it?

U-Um... about those cuts on your arm,

I...

Can you make candy?

Well, something simple, I suppose.

If you want to apologize, come make something sometime.

Nina will be delighted.

Okay,

I'd like that.

Thank you for waiting for me.

Listen, can I...

can I stay with you for a little while longer?

I still haven't found somewhere to live yet. But,

I'll get out of your way as soon as I can.

Please?

You dummy.

Ni—

Your sign language is all screwed up.

I don't understand you. Start over...

with that book.

And don't be too rough with it.

I only have the one copy.

He found out about the cigarettes.

Next time he catches me, he might kill me.

Are you starting to fit in with the new mercenary squad?

North Gate, were they? Right.

What a joke. Nothing has changed, has it?

Seriously, I'm tired of this.

—ill.

Fa... ther...

Father, no! It wasn't me!

Believe me, Father!

What... is this?

Hey, Nic...

No you don't! Not yet!

There's no way I'm going to let you do that!

I-I'm not going to let you die!

I'm not going to let you die that easily!

Not like my father!

You're going to go through a lot more pain before you die!

You'll die after you suffer a lot more!

That's an order!

An order, you understand?

Don't need that anymore.

Have to pull it out...

Wallace.

Worick-san...

Yang-Yang's not with you?

He's at the Four Fathers' meeting.

Permission for Twilight attendance only extends as far as the capos.

That explains it. You were shut out, huh?

What about you? Shouldn't you be there?

You've been escorting the boss, right? Where's Nicolas-san?

It's nice of you to say, but right now, we're outsiders.

Besides, even if I'd brought Nic, he'd be in the same boat as you, Delico-chan.

Aren't you being a bit too unguarded?

Even a string of high-category Tags have succumbed to this Twilight hunt.

Nicolas-san would be no exception.

But then, he's a single Tag,

and you're also a one-man contract-holder.

In your situation, if anything were to happen...

It's okay.

Huh?

It's okay. I'm sure my father will be thrilled.

Really, it's okay if that's how he ends up buying the farm.

One less thing tying me down.

In fact, I'd be happier that way.

But not yet. It's still not enough yet.

Not until all the other guys die first.

Worick-san?

I mean, after all, I hate Tags.

And I hate Normals, too.

I'm just kidding. Don't get mad, Delico-chan.

Could you stop adding "-chan" to my name, please?

Nicolas... why?

Why don't you wonder "Why"?

Have you answered, Worick?

There's no way I can answer, is there?

If I were to answer, it'd be all over. Right?

Erica, I want this.

No, Mikhail. All we can take are the tags.

Forgive me... please...

Mister, it's your own fault.

That's why you were abandoned by them.

We're going back.

Okay!

W-What? What's the matter Nic—

Nicolas...?

In a forgotten town settled over with ash,

I was searching for what I had last

Though you prayed with reddened eyes and hushed voice,

I was plugging my ears

Rather than reach out, let's hide instead

We'll point at the fractured skies

and laugh with childlike eyes

I'll sleep here, bathed in the light that peeks

through the gaps of the night

together with you