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I will not let you escape, Ægiii—iiir! Do you consider the calamity you've brought to this country a trifle? Your lot are scheming something, of this I am absolutely certain!

Huh?

What's the Inquisitor talking about?

The singer's only been here for half a day... and what disaster? Who's grotesque?

Don't we... voluntarily enter the sea?

What other Ægir are there?

I don't understand.

You can't overcome me.

How can we know without trying further?

This is a pure waste of time.

Tch. You're correct. What have I been wasting all this talk on you for?

I should have long since—apprehended you first.

All of a sudden, the Inquisitor sheathes her blade. From her side she draws a handcannon, grips it in both hands, and aims at Skadi.

Huh?!

Get down. Don't come out.

Heh, do you know my might now, Ægir?

(She brushes off her hem.)

An extra bullet hole. Can't return this to Mister José in original condition now.

You... You! You're without a scratch?! How could you be? My aim was true!

Are you finished?

Your weapon. You don't use it lightly.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be talking to me now. You ought to aim a second time.

I...

I don't understand what you're talking about, nor do I care.

I don't want to...

A beam of light pierces the dead of night, shone directly on Skadi's face.

At the far end of the road, from where the light came, appears a single figure carrying a lamp.

Skadi's face shows no expression, her impatience just now gone with it.

But in the instant she sees that not-so-bright light, the Inquisitor's face shines.