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Looks better than what you're wearing, doesn't it?

Hey, Gambino!

(Panting)

Have you given out all the candy?

...There's a little left in the hold.

Go deal with that candy thief in the hold... I think he came up with you.

Leave the front-row seats for me and Texas.

Look, the poor child. The box cracked next to him, and a whole box of weapons spilled into his arms.

See how he stares with mouth agape. Does he not know how it works? The ones in the masks have seen him. He raises the gun in his hand by instinct...

Finally talking, Caesar?

What did you think?

It's not just I who didn't want to speak. Agnese, Vargo... we were ready to rip your throat out, until your little pup showed up.

Is this what that Lappland wanted to show us?

Only a little better than those colorful streets and flippant fireworks.

Does the 'human game' refer to how those humans still refuse to remove their absurd masks and show their true face?

Is this worth all the Signori dei Lupi gathering here tonight?

Are you anxious, Caesar?

Well, Vargo is the one who should be anxious right now.

Thanks to your help, Red should be paying a visit to the Tailor de Montano as we speak.

I am ashamed of you, Zaaro.

Hah, is that an emotion worthy of the Signori dei Lupi, Vargo?

Besides, you were the one who broke the rules first.

You interfered directly in the game. The killer that you had the Higashi dog find attacked the fangs of Caesar and Agnese in public.

Hmph.

There have been too many irregularities in this round. Agnese, Vargo... it is a position shared by more than one kindred. The game itself must be reviewed.

But—

The wolves that laid lazily upon the deck suddenly spring up.

With Caesar, the Signori dei Lupi surround Vargo and Agnese, shifting and crouching while bellowing belligerently.

If not for the night wind that drowned out the sound of the Signori dei Lupi's hunt, those on the ground would have been overwhelmed by terror beyond fathoming.

Well, well. After all these years, we're going back from using our literal fangs.

...Shut up, Zaaro.

The last three fangs have revealed themselves. The Signori dei Lupi shall stay here until this round is decided, and shall not intervene in any manner!

Any in violation shall be exiled from the pack, and be punished in the most cruel way for eternity!

The pack has spoken!

Let us watch with patience.

We will see if the human game is truly so much more interesting, as Lappland said.

Vargo?

Didn't nobody tell you that by the rules of Siracusa, sneaking onto somebody else's turf gets your leg cut off at the knee?

Now get outta those boxes and go sit in a corner.

It's you who should sit down, big guy.

Oh, it's you, the little de Montano tailor.

So, after I spared your life, you tailed me to the Nuova Volsinii port, and sneaked onto this landship?

You got talent on this front, I'll give you that.

I wouldn't have known that you were smuggling so much weapons into the city if I didn't! What's Venezia junior planning?

Whaddya think?

Have you any idea how many people will die?

Didn't you wanna join a famiglia and become somebody? Never thought about what the somebody had to do to get there?

Nonno was right...

A somebody like you keeps ordering new clothes because they keep getting soaked in blood...

You're no big shot! Nonno's too good for people like you!

If I was you, I'd listen to my nonno, swallow my tears, and learn how to sew buttons.

I won't let you!

Who's gonna stop me? You?

G-Get back!

Luchino kicks open a plank. Red sewing threads nimbly weave through it, with Luchino holding the end.

...Explosives? You learn that from the movies?

All the Originium explosives are connected by this thread. All I need to do is pull it, and these weapons will burn to ash...

You know what's gonna burn to ash? You.

Or you give up that dream of becomin' a famiglia somebody? Decided to be a hero who teaches the famiglie a lesson?

Sure, the headlines will all be talkin' about the young hero Luchino who saved Nuova Volsinii. Maybe you'll get a medal from the Mayor.

You won't be that little tailor anymore. Everyone'll tip their hats when they see you on the streets...

That's enough, pup. I don't got time to play What I Wanna Be When I Grow Up with you.

I-I don't need that.

What're you talkin' about?

I caused trouble, I'll deal with it myself. Nobody needs to know.

Luchino de Montano won't spend his entire life as a nobody... Maybe I'll never be more than a tailor, but right now, I don't think so!

And I don't like the way you were talking, big guy.

Don't look down on tailors! You don't know what we can do with a needle and a thread!

Hmph.

You know, kid, I'm startin' to like you. You remind me of me, when I was a pup.

Huh?

Two things was common knowledge by the time I got old enough to know my own name—Sicilia is the oldest famiglia in Siracusa, and it ain't around no more because of Signora Sicilia.

All who tried to curry favor with Signora Sicilia came up empty, and all who tried to revive the famiglia were banished. The name 'Sicilian' was a big, fat joke.

But it became my label without my say-so! Just like how everyone calls you 'little tailor'.

That's why I told myself I was gonna be somebody. All Siracusa's gonna know the name of Gambino Ricci, the Sicilian!

Um... and how'd that go?

Didn't go.

If you just want Venezia Junior to suffer, he's sufferin' enough right now.

This ship ain't under his control. You're barking up the wrong tree, kid.

You see that crazy bitch on the deck? Stay clear of her. She's trouble.

You think I'd believe—

I'm just too young, thought Luchino when it happened.

Gambino had been drawing closer and closer. Even worse, Luchino had accidentally snapped the thread in his panic—

But there was no explosion, nothing. Everything was obscured by fog.

The next instant, he saw Gambino floating in mid-air, then he finds himself in mid-air too, falling off the landship and heading straight towards the ground.

He seems to hear a faint sigh.

Cazzo! Cazzo! What is wrong with that white wolf?! What is she doing?

Form up and pick up the weapons. Have the guys nearby join up here.

Get a group to board that landship. It belongs to us!

Gotcha.

S-Stop right there!

E-Eirene's orders, nobody gets through.

Merda, when will these haulers learn to give up?

Well, looks like we won't be disturbed for a while.

What's that look on your face?

I was expecting more gratitude for exposing a famiglia plot to bring violence back to Nuova Volsinii. Maybe even a medal.

Like THIS?

This is not Sauin in Lungmen, Lappland, and those Arts units and explosives aren't candies.

Hundreds of mafiosi are trying to take over the courthouse and city hall. And there are many out there in that revelry who want to see things get worse.

You know what this means as well as I do.