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Old Vasily was a valiant emperor.

Some say that even after the age of eighty, he would don his crown and head to battle.

Ursus had suffered a crushing defeat deep in the snowfields. The bodies were churned into the snow, the corpses piled up into walls.

The emperor screamed bloody vengeance, his anger louder than the howling wind.

The surviving officers surrounded his tent, but the crown shone bright, so bright that the people could only shout their reverence for him.

A sudden fierce gust from the north blew the tent open. Only then did everyone dare to raise their eyes and look ahead.

The crown had fallen on the ground. No longer was there an emperor on the snowfields. It is said that in the end, Old Vasily was trampled to death by the crowd.

Of the countless nameless soldiers kneeling outside his tent, none knew the name of the Slayer of Crowns, or from where they came.

Oh, this is the first time I've heard you tell this story in Siracusan.

So you got the name 'Crownslayer' out of a book. What's the book called again?

'Truth and Justice'.

Sounds complicated... I thought books like that were all chunky doorstoppers about big ideas, but you're saying it's a storybook?

No, it's not. The stories inside aren't for entertainment, but to get people thinking.

What is 'truth'? What is 'justice'?

Should they be considered the same? Should they be set against each other? Who gets to be the one that defines them? Which side of the scale do we believe we're on?

Or maybe they don't exist in any real sense? Just like... Just like how Reunion is over.

In the end, the only time they're of any use are when putting together a lovely little list of justifications.

Err... Y'know, before you told me this story, all I wanted to ask was where we should head next.

I was just about to say. This is where we part, friend.

If you keep going straight this way, you'll come out of the woods and spot some old nomadic city tracks.

There's likely to be Leithanian border patrol teams nearby, or possibly Siracusan cargo landships passing through. Watch out for them.

You made it through Chernobog and Lungmen. Avoiding them shouldn't be too difficult for you.

*sigh* Out of a team of thirty, I'm the last man standing...

Why can't we just stay here, Crownslayer?

If we stay together here, we'll just become targets for those in power. That or be forced to become cannon fodder again.

Since you guys didn't want to follow Nine, I'll be the one seeing you off.

This is the last thing I can do as Reunio—the last thing I can do for you.

But where will you go? You'd be on your own too, wouldn't you?

I'll wander. I'll check on a few things. I'll think a bit.

Before I left Siracusa, my master told me not to go back to Ursus to seek revenge. I was too weak, and knew too little... But I didn't listen to her.

It might be time to return now. I'd like to see her again. Maybe she can give me some other suggestions... Ways for me to become stronger.

What's your master like?

She's from one of the Siracusan famiglie. She was strong in battle, yet also one of the wisest people I knew. She taught me a lot.

Siracusa, eh? That's a long ways away.

Look at this bonfire out here among the snow, friend. Once, it could ignite the anger of the Infected. It could spark the dream of Reunion. It could set all of Ursus ablaze.

But now, all it does is keep us warm.

Here's the last thing I have to say to you: Forget Talulah. Forget Chernobog. Forget Lungmen. Forget Reunion. Forget us. If you choose to leave, then leave it all behind you.

Hell, forget the crystals growing on your body. Maybe if you forget everything, you can go home.

*sigh*...

Though we both chose to leave, I always felt you and I weren't alike...

You look like you're the type of person who knows a lot, and you've read lots of books. At times, I feel like you, the Captain and Talulah are all pretty similar.

*sigh*... I meant more like... When I was little, my grandpapa always said people who read too much were easily lead astray.

Anyway... Never mind. See you later, Crownslayer. Best of luck to you. Looks like you're going to need it.

We won't be seeing each other again, friend.

Ugh, my tail's all wet.

Nothing's changed at all. Neither these filthy streets, nor this damned rain.

Dunno what it is, but even though the snow in Ursus can kill people, the rain here's somehow more unpleasant.

Hope there's a hairdryer at my master's place...

Maestro!

The thick, inescapable stench of blood.

Her teacher lies face-up on the ground, fresh blood still flowing outward and spreading.

A small knife has been dropped nearby.

Lyudmila tries to approach and stifle her teacher's still-bleeding wound, but she finds herself unable to move a single step, unable to even tear away her gaze.

From the shadows wafts an aura that is both familiar and terrifying to her.

A wolf with gray hair, wearing a red hoodie.

The true wolf is dead. I did as Grandmother asked.

It's you.

What... have you done?!

I am a wolf hunter. I do as Grandmother asks.

The true wolf is dead. The true wolf did not fight.

Why...

Why?

Why has this girl wearing a red hoodie chased after her, haunted her from Yan to Siracusa?

You...

Who the hell...

Who the hell are you?!

Lyudmila silently looks at the fire in front of her. It is a burning duffel bag, her master interred within.

She did not sleep at all that night. She thinks about how she used salt and water to scrub away the bloodstains in the room, how she dragged her master's corpse out into the wilds under the cover of the incessant rain.

She was stick-thin before she died. Lyudmilla barely had to exert herself.

Lyudmila never forgot how she met her master.

There was blood everywhere. Her uncle, her only living relative. His family. His servants. Their corpses strewn across the entire house.

The one who sent her to Siracusa told her that her uncle had control of the businesses on a couple of streets. Not a powerful man, per se, but in a small Siracusan town, it would be enough to let her live comfortably.

But before she could even get used to her new life... A simple Originium bomb smashed through the windows. In the chaos, her arm was gashed. She trembled in fear as she cowered under the bed.

There was no difference between the gangsters rushing into that house and the Ursus Guard charging into the lab. She felt like she was back in Chernobog, back in that night she lost her father.

Only when everything finally went quiet did Lyudmila dare to leave her room.

The gangsters, too, were lying down in pools of blood. The only ones alive in the house were her and the lowliest of her uncle's servants.

If memory served correctly, the servant was always living out by the gate, in charge of sending and receiving letters. The only time she would limp into the house was to deliver the mail to her masters.

She would always tiptoe across the carpet, so as to not make too loud a noise.

'Another gang vendetta. Your uncle upset them. I'm about to head off... Do you have anywhere to go?'

'D-Did you kill all these bad guys?'

'If I didn't, you and I would both be dead.'

'Why didn't you save them when it all started?'

'I thought they were here for me... With this body of mine, I need to wait for them to get close before I can do anything.'

'You're scary... but also amazing. C-Can I go with you?'

'Do you want revenge? For your uncle? You weren't that close to him. And I remember that the one who sent you here wanted you to live a peaceful life... Well, I suppose that's not happening anymore.'

'Lyudmila, do you know what it means to be my student?'

'I've become decrepit and weak now. Are you still willing to be my student, and my tool?'

'We will both regret it, ragazza.'

'I won't. All you need to do is teach me. Teach me how to hold a knife, how to get my revenge. I won't regret it!'

'A knife? No, you're not ready for a knife just yet.'

'First, learn how to light a fire. Burn down this house and everything in it, so that nobody can find us.'

'Fire hides everything, Lyudmila.'

She chose to deal with her master's corpse using the very first trick she taught her.

But now what?

After leaving Reunion, she spent two years making her way back to Siracusa, all to lose the last home she could return to in barely a day...

The fire is extinguished, and the morning breeze blows away the last of the ashes. There is no trace of it left in the wilderness.

Where should you go next, Lyudmila?

I want... revenge.

Found you.

Hmm? Were you looking for me?

It's not hard finding a killer from the outside in this city.

You stand out. A lot.

Don't block my way.

Don't you dare think of running!

Hmph.

Before we start, I've got a question for you. Why?

My master never mentioned an enemy like you. Why would someone hanging out with Kal'tsit know her?

The true wolf... must die.

These are the rules of the game.

What game?! What the hell are you talking about?!

I don't care who you are... You killed the last of my family, so I'll make you pay.

You're too weak. You can't beat me.

Don't underestimate me!

You just managed to get a sneak attack off last time! Don't think you managed to scare me!

...You're in my way.

Stop following me.

Get... Get back here!

I'm not letting you go...

Cazzo...!

An unfamiliar city... Unfamiliar food...

It's strange, but it's fine.

You've got quick reflexes, I'll give you that.

...It's you again.

Like I said, I'll make you pay.

Don't even think of escaping. Either kill me, or be killed by me. There's only two ways out of this.

(Bares teeth in irritation)

Angry?

Good, show me what you've really got—

Hey! HEY!

I don't care what famiglie you ragazze are with, you wanna fight, do it outside!

There's a bad smell, and strange sounds.

...Danger.

That strange person...

You... How much longer are you going to follow me?

I told you already. Until I kill you, or you kill me.

You've tried lots of times. You can't kill me.

And now you're tired.

Then... kill me... already.

The exhausted Reproba collapses onto the ground. Before she falls unconscious, she grabs on tight onto the red-clad Lupo's pants.

You... look really pathetic.

Hey, hey! What happened? You alright?

Get back here... Don't go...

*sigh* My truck broke down, couldn't go even if I wanted to.

Why're you lying down here? Are you hurt? Got anyone I can call?

No... None...

What did you say? Can't understand a word of that mumbling... Lemme get that mask off you, let you breathe a bit easier—

Oh, wow... There's crystals in your mouth. That's a pretty serious infection...

A homeless Infected, huh. *sigh* What am I to do with you?

Man, the first time I decide to run a long-haul job for the association and this happens...

Guess we're both out of luck.

(The Unlucky)