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Oh, would that we hadn't come to this point. But if you wish it, then I choose to respect it.

I must stress at this closing hour that I am, through and through, your fan. The show you made in besting each opponent dazzled like nothing else.

This and this alone I ask you to believe. It cannot be lied.

Hah.

Noted.

It's my honor.

Riddled with scars, she raises her degenbrechers once more.

Just as she did in her first appearance before them all, Degenbrecher's point stabs into the ice.

The mist, constant over Lake Silberneherze, parts. A subdued, gargantuan rumble sinks in her enemies' stomachs.

Kchk. Kchk.

There comes the fine sound of cracking, and it's deafening.

Time to end this.

—! Order to all units!

Stop her breaking the ice! Regroup ASAP! Put down 'The Black Knight of Kazimierz'!

Nothing.

It's not in here.

Oh, and it's not here either.

Well, that just leaves...

Excuse me, sir, the train is speeding up! If you must wander, then please watch your step!

Oh, right, you haven't received your complimentary gift yet, have you? Can I ask what you'd like?

As compensation for your journey's delay, your purchase is completely free this time!

No need.

But, sir, it's a free gift...

Then I give this gift to you, madam.

Er, but, that's not...

Take it.

Now excuse me, if I could pass through?

A—Alright!

Thank you.

*huff*... *pant*...

Urp... oh, what in the land?

My legs are a little wobbly...

(Now, only the last cabin remains.)

(After all this time running around, I'm ragged.)

(I could retire... *sigh* Not when Londinium's still refinding its footing. Her Grace would never let me.)

(What will I find behind this door?)

(Their Kjerag Defense, hidden until this very moment, buried deeper than even their covert transport routes...)

(Whatever it is, it's a shame.)

It's a shame—Silverash will never get to meet his...

Huh?

What's up, panisko?

Sorry, we've got no seats left in our cabin. I think you want to try someplace else.

Uh, actually, I can just lea...

Did you need something, panisko?

I'm not kidding, we're full in here. I mean, you can see. We're bumping shoulders just trying to look around.

Yeah, that's why I'm saying I can absolutely just leave and find my own seat! I'm not kidding either!

You—You guys seriously don't gotta sit in a cab with me!

Don't be like that, Mr. Spokesman. You and us, we're invited together, aren't we? It was all one letter.

And this cabin, perfect amount of room for us all to sit. They look after you on the way too.

And with us around, the safety problem is no problem.

Safety's not my problem here, yeah, no...

I don't think it's 'perfect', is the thing?? You guys get to sit on the benches and I have to dump my butt on the table!

...Apologies, excuse me.

I see... I understand. I must be dreaming.

Kazimierz campaign knights and a KGCC representative spokesman sat in the same private cabin of a railway car...

So this is the defense Silverash plays.

How bold. How well and truly typical of the clan head's style.

Your Grace, I can't say it was for lack of trying...

But while duty might call me to fight a gaggle of campaign knights at once, I... think it's a little out of the question.

More than a little.

I guess your job's not easy either.

Stay calm.

Just passing through.

That uniform...

...This is quite the surprise party.

What is a Rhodes Islander doing here?

You'll have to ask my boss.

Et tu, Caster's lackey?;Any questions, Mr. Bellingham?

Quite the shocker indeed. I wasn't expecting you in the flesh.

But the funny thing is, weren't Rhodes Island and Kjerag only meant to be 'business partners'?

Yes, if there's one thing I can trust, it's my memory.

Many happy returns... 'Doctor'.

And we have a Rhodes Island Operator here? It seems the dossiers were right—we still haven't full stock of your company's many faces.

Still, that aside for now. No surprise could be more pleasant, meeting you here.

In all sincerity, I come with open arms this time. After all, I'm not even out of this disguise, and you recognize me by it.

Rhodes Island, you—

Yeesh, Doctor! A little help here!

Muelsyse!

Hmm? 'Sup?

Our stop's coming up! We gotta get the tech packed, Doc...

Oop? Who're you guys...?

Doctor, maybe we oughta bug the conductor to go a little faster...

Hey, it's you!

Rhodes Island and Columbia's Rhine Lab... well, well, well.

I see it's no coincidence you're all here, then.

Oh, jeez, I guess someone knows me already.

Doc, Mr. Sharp, Letobomb, aren't you gonna introduce this hatsy guy to me here?

Kjarr, I'd like to know. Would Kjeragandr bless the woman waging such a bloody battle for this statue?

Though she is born from other lands? Though in Kjeragandr, she has oh so little faith?

Heheh. That's a very easy question, Saintess.

The term 'Kjerag' simply means one who lives there, who adores this land, who finds a home in this nation.

It's no matter whether Kjeragandr recognizes it.

If a person identifies with it from the bottom of their heart, well, who can deny that?

Yes.

No one can deny that. Not even she, herself.

She is a Kjerag. She already was.

Kjarr, come with me to meet our visitors.

Our Victorian guests have come to partake in the ceremony. As Saintess, I have to make an adequate response.

At the very least, I can't go without saying hello.

I'd like to stress—the danger of this.