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ladylovelylemons · 4 months ago

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Re Zero Arc 6: Who are you?

I haven’t really done any long analysis posts yet (or even re:zero posts) but I just finished arc 6 and I have so much to say. This is by far my favorite arc. There were so many amazing chapters. I keep thinking it can’t get any better, and then it does.

Theme: Memories

Fitting for an arc titled “the corridor of memories”, the central theme of this arc is memories. Many of its characters have either lost memories (Subaru, Ram, Echidna/Anastasia) or have been forgotten (Rem, Julius, and later Emilia)

There’s also a broad theme of identity. Memories is tied to identity, and a lot of characters are struggling to find out, exactly, who they are.

I decided to go down each character and talk about how the theme relates to them

Ram

Ram’s issue here is that she’s forgotten about Rem, her little sister and an important part of her life. Even though she doesn’t remember Rem, she’s still important to her, and she often gets angry about her.

We learn more about Ram’s past, about how she was believed to be the reincarnation of the oni god. However, that fact never mattered to her— all that mattered to her was that she was Rem’s sister. That’s where she finds her identity.

Ram uses her clairvoyance to connect with Rem and defeat one of the gluttony siblings. She never cared about her horn, but she uses her power to protect Rem. Even though she doesn’t remember her, Ram is connected to her twin sister.

Meili

Meili is presented throughout as being a kid who doesn’t really understand what she’s doing. That’s why Subaru forgives her so easily— she’s just a child who doesn’t know much better.

Meili is still a ruthless assassin who resorts to murder to solve her problems. Her identity has been as an assassin for all of her life, so she doesn’t know much else. Subaru and Emilia reach out to her so she can form a new identity.

Echidna/Anastasia

For a good chunk of arc 6, Echidna is wearing a mask of Anastasia and pretending to be her. She fakes a lot of innocence to seem non-threatening, but is actually pretty ruthless.

Echidna is established as being non-trusting. She doesn’t reveal her true identity to Julius until he finds out by accident. However, she later somewhat regrets that she didn’t try to form a bond with him.

Despite her non-trusting nature, Echidna apologizes to Subaru as she’s dying in one loop. This is pretty significant, as she has a lot of reasons to doubt Subaru, but she forgives him instead.

On Anastasia’s side, she’s asleep inside of Echidna for most of the arc. It’s later revealed the reason why was because she knew that if she woke up, then she would forget about Julius. In the end, Anastasia does wake up and forget about him, but is able to reforge her bond with him.

Emilia

Out of all the characters, Emilia is the one with the least issues this arc.

Emilia’s kindness is something that’s pretty influential this arc. Her kindness towards the amnesiac Subaru is what kicks off his character development and wanting to save everyone instead of only wanting to save himself. And her wish for “everyone to get along” saves the day thanks to Volcanica.

Late in this arc, Emilia has her name eaten by Gluttony and no one remembers her. However, she isn’t too upset about this, as “the person [she] wanted to remember the most l” (Subaru) did remember her. She keeps fighting nonetheless.

Julius

The main problem that Julius has is the fact that no one remembers him. The bonds that he had made are all gone, except for Subaru, and eventually that’s gone too.

Julius is full of doubts because he has no footing to stand on. Because everyone’s memories of him are gone, his identity is gone. Deep down, he feels like he’s no longer a knight. This is pointed out during his fights with Reid many times.

After his second fight with Reid, Subaru is there to lend a beaten-up Julius his shoulder. Julius refuses it, however, trying to stand on his own. Subaru forcefully helps him anyway. Subaru thinks how Julius is in a similar position to how he was after Julius beat him up in front of a crowd. Remembering how lonely he felt, he makes sure he will not let Julius be alone in this moment.

The identity of Julius is heavily tied to being a knight. His entire personality is built around being knightly. However, Julius thinks of himself as a fake knight, even calling himself a “paper tiger”. He wasn’t even a noble to begin with, and only became so after his parents died. Still, he decides to cling to this role he chose for himself.

Julius is able to fight Reid after reaffirming his identity not as a nameless knight, but as Julius Juukulius. He reforges his bonds with both Anastasia and his quasi-spirits (which become actual spirits). He decides he won’t just wait around for everyone’s memories of him to return, but that he’ll reforge the bonds that were forcefully broken. It is at this point that he can really call himself “the Greatest Knight”.

The Tower Keepers: Reid, Shaula, and Volcanica

Reid and Shaula are both keepers of the tower. Although Shaula’s an ally, and Reid is not.

Reid is built off of memories. He is based off of a point of the first sword saint’s life. He’s pretty confident in himself, and really doesn’t care about most things.

Shaula has been waiting in the tower for 400 years for her “master”, who she mistakes as Subaru, to appear. She is the keeper of the tower, and nothing else.

In the end, Shaula turns into a giant scorpion, her true self lost. When defeated, she breaks apart, leaving nothing but a small scorpion that isn’t even her. However, Shaula is able to confess her love in her last moments in her true form, not as a giant scorpion. And the tiny scorpion left is red, the color of love— Shaula’s feelings still getting through.

Volcanica is a dragon who has lost his memories. He can only repeat the same words. He mistakes Emilia for Satella. He’s compared to an old man with Alzheimer’s. Volcanica‘s self is very shaky and weak, as well as his perception.

Gluttony Trio

For one thing, Louis has never left Old Lagna and instead takes over the bodies of her brothers (and also the place of Subaru). Basically, she takes the identities of others because she doesn’t like her own.

Roy and Ley eat the names and memories of others. Basically, they take away identities.

Louis’s wish is for a new life, a new identity. She wants to find the perfect one. She thinks she’s found it in Subaru, but she’s greatly mistaken. Ironically enough, she does get a new identity, just in a different way

Louis takes and Subaru’s place and basically uses a clone of herself with Subaru’s body and memories prior to transporting. She creates a brand new identity for herself, but the identity still isn’t hers—even if it’s Louis inside, the identity is still Subaru.

After living as Subaru, Louis is left a mess. Her mantra of “want to become happy” is changed to “don’t want to die”. She does have a new identity, but not in the way she wanted

Subaru

Decided to save the best for last

Subaru loses all of his memories prior to transporting. His identity is changed, as now he’s as he was before. This actually shows just how much Subaru has changed, with how different the amnesiac Subaru is.

The amnesiac Subaru has a huge case of imposter syndrome. He treats the original Subaru as someone different from himself. At one point, he even thinks his original self is a murderer. Subaru thinks so lowly of himself, he can’t comprehend this version of himself that everyone speaks so highly of.

Subaru goes nuts and at one point considers killing everyone. This is in part because he read Meili’s Book of the Dead. Meili is basically infecting him, her thoughts constantly overlapping with his own.

Subaru starts to believe in himself when others believe in him. During one loop, Julius, Echidna, Beatrice, and Emilia help Subaru snap out of his anger and paranoia. Emilia asks him for his name, and he answers “Natsuki Subaru”—the one whom Julius entrusted, Beatrice believed in, Echidna forgave, and Emilia wished for. That is his new foundation of self.

Subaru goes through quite the dilemma when he finally meets Louis. He is given the choice of either returning to his original self, and therefore letting his current self disappear, or never get his memories back. He can’t stand “dying” and losing the bonds he made with the people he had grown to love. Yet at this moment, Rem tells him to stand up, because he’s her hero. Subaru decides to fight Louis and her brothers, losing neither his current or old self.

Subaru goes through many, many loops to find the correct way to save everyone. Nothing seems to work. After looping many times, he finds his own Book of the Dead. Then, he relives those deaths and memories of Subaru when he first landed in the new world. After reading, the old Subaru appears—because both Subarus now have the same memories, and have reached the same peak.

The amnesiac Subaru tells the original Subaru that he’s a great person. In this way, Subaru has actually learned to love and value himself. The old Subaru takes on the new Subaru’s memories, and they become one.

Through all of his tumultuous experiences, the bonds he made with others, as well as reading his own Book of the Dead, the amnesiac Subaru was able to reach the same point as his current self. This was how they were able to basically fuse. The amnesiac Subaru was the same Subaru as before, but at the same time, different. How he reached his own growth was different, yet also very similar, to the original Subaru

In conclusion, Subaru lost his identity and was able to find himself.

#Whew #This was basically an essay lol #Re zero #re: zero #re: starting life in another world from zero #Rezero #Natsuki Subaru #Emilia #Ram #Julius #Anastasia #Echidna #Meili #Arc 6 #Shaula

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vaestro · 19 days ago

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RAM 6.1 - Public Enemy

Translated by: Vaestro

RAM 6 Masterlist

✝ Chapter VI

"Drop your weapon and surrender, Mr. Kämpfer[1]!"

Abel gave the grinning, dull-eyed Magician a firm warning. He pointed the muzzle of his old-fashioned revolver at his opponent's chest and repeated the warning again.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, you are under arrest for thirty-eight counts of murder, criminal damage and various other charges. Now, surrender obediently!"

"I never had a weapon to begin with, Father."

Magician maintained a gentle demeanor despite being threatened by the priest. With the same sinister smile, he raised both of his arms, which had regenerated without anyone noticing, above his head.

"And if this is your wish, I will surrender. I will gladly become your prisoner... But are you happy with this?"

"Huh?"

Abel furrowed his brows in confusion. Failing to comprehend what the other person was trying to say, he ended up repeating after Kämpfer.

"Am I happy with this?"

"No, I was just wondering if surrendering here would put you at ease."

In contrast to the priest who had his doubts on display, Magician exhaled smoke in a calm manner. He proceeded to explain while puffing the cigarillo he had been holding in his mouth.

"After all, I am the man who killed so many of your loved ones. If I hadn't been there — in the city of Barcelona — that beautiful nun and the people in the city might still be alive and smiling."

"What?!"

Barcelona — when the name of that place was mentioned, Abel couldn't help but hold his breath. His fingers trembled as if they had been electrocuted and he desperately tried to restrain himself from pulling the trigger of his gun. However, Magician continued to speak politely, seemingly unaware of the priest's distress.

"Yes, they were all good people. Sister Noel, and the nameless people of Barcelona... All of them are now buried beneath cold earth. Well, the dead may still be silent, but Father, are you truly fine with that? Are you really going to tolerate such a tragic story in silence? Don't you want to take revenge on me?"

Abel's hand, which held the gun, began to perspire when he heard Magician’s words.

Kämpfer was certainly right. He could avenge Noel and the others now. No, not just Noel and the people of Barcelona. This man tried to destroy Caterina and Rome as if they were all trash. There was no point in keeping someone like him alive. Yes, even if he pulled the trigger here, no one would blame him...

"I won't fall for that again, Mr. Kämpfer."

Nevertheless, the muzzle of his gun did not actually spit out any bullets.

Even as he drew a deep breath, the priest's face showed no murderous intent. He gingerly returned the hammer of the gun he had cocked to its original position, then whispered in a voice that was completely in control of his emotions.

"Besides, there's something I really need your help with... You know what I'm trying to say, right? Tell me the location of 'Silent Noise', the low-frequency weapon you gave to the Resistance! Quickly now!"

"'Silent Noise?' Resistance?"

It was Kämpfer's turn to tilt his head as if taken by surprise. He cocked his head slightly while cradling the cigarillo butt between his fingers.

"What do you mean by that, Father?"

"Do not play the fool!"

This time, Abel had raised his voice. Pointing the gun between Magician's eyebrows, he repeated in a strong, firm tone.

"We've already established that the Orden instigated Waltraute and the others, and handed the weapon over to them. Now, where did you install it? Tell me quickly!"

"Ah. I see, that's what you mean."

Magician, however, did not respond to the priest's biting question. Instead, he snapped his fingers and muttered to himself as if he had just realized something.

"That's very typical of Sir Balthasar... I see, I see. So that's how it is."

"What are you mumbling about?"

Abel yelled at Magician who was indulged in self-satisfaction.

The king will be here tonight. If the Resistance were to try to kill him, they will definitely use "Silent Noise". What will then happen to the lives of more than a thousand people in the building?

"I'm in a hurry! Tell me quickly!"

"I'm sorry, Father. It looks like I won't be able to comply with your request tonight... Oh, please don't misunderstand. It's not that I don't want to hear you out. I honestly do not know anything about the low-frequency weapon."

Before Abel could unleash his anger and yell at him again, Kämpfer shook his head. He continued his sentence in a sincere manner as if to imply that he had never told a lie in his life.

"I'm truly sorry that I couldn't meet your expectations... But, I may be able to lend you my strength and help you fulfill your wish."

"What do you mean?"

With the gun still pointed at Magician, Abel urged him to continue speaking. There was no other way. He concentrated hard to avoid being deceived and implored the man to elaborate.

"What do you mean by lending your strength?"

"I know where the Resistance is based. I could take you there, if you'd like. However, that's all I can do — it's up to you to negotiate with them, or eliminate them, and shut down the weapon in question."

At that, Magician ceased his words for a moment. After a brief pause, as if to confirm Abel's intentions, he concluded his proposal.

"Of course, whether you believe in my kindness or not is up to you, Father. You can believe in me and protect this city, or you can shoot me here and avenge Barcelona... You are free to do as you wish."

"I understand."

Abel took a deep, hot breath and lowered his gun. He had no other choice. He turned away from the emotions that were still smoldering deep within his chest and nodded.

"Very well. Please come with me... But in return, if you do anything strange again, I will never forgive you."

"Certainly. I'll keep that in mind."

Whether he was aware of the priest's complicated feelings or not, Magician bowed reverently like a faithful butler attending to his master.

"I will always take your words to heart. Therefore, I hope you will do the same-"

"Oh? Isn't that the wimpy Father Nightroad over there?"

Just as Abel was about to slide his revolver back into its holster, a husky voice rang out from the darkness of the parking lot.

"I thought you were skipping work, but you're hiding out in a place like this. You're still leading a carefree life as usual... Oh? Who's that gloomy-looking person over there? Friend of yours?"

"Sister Monica, the Black Widow!"

Abel's voice trembled as he saw a figure standing in the middle of the parking lot which had been empty up until now. He uttered the name of the beautiful woman wearing a low-cut evening dress. She was glamorous, but had a venomous-spider-like smile plastered upon her seductive lips.

"Monica, you're in Vienna too! Oh, I'm so glad you're here. There's something I'd like you to help me out with."

"Ah, I heard about it. You're going to dismantle the low-frequency weapon in Barcelona, right?"

The woman spoke listlessly while running her hands along the slits of her dress. She licked her lips as she peered at the silent Magician from the corner of her eye.

"Hmm, is that the terrorist? The Duchess of Milan had issued a restraining order with a bounty on him, no?"

"Uh... Y-Yes. But for now, let us focus on dismantling the low-frequency weapon together."

Abel was about to add a quick explanation but he clamped his mouth shut in surprise when he realized the woman who stood before him had suddenly vanished.

The very next second, the priest instinctively pushed the man standing next to him away.

"Get down, Mr. Kämpfer!"

"Tsk!"

At that moment, the sound of a woman clicking her tongue repulsively alongside the sharp sound of a thin blade slicing through the wind reached his ears.

The Cinquedea — a broad blade that swiveled from behind had cut off several strands of Magician's black hair while he was being pushed away, and a thin streak of blood trickled down Abel's cheek. The blade then flew over the head of the fallen Magician but it was deflected by a kick from the side by Abel.

"What's the meaning of this, Monica?"

When did she get back there? Abel yelled at the nun who was now standing on the cobblestone pavement that glowed pale pink.

"That was dangerous! Are you planning to kill him?!"

"Yes, that's right, I'm going to kill him."

In response to the priest's question, she answered without any sign of remorse.

"You see, there's a total bounty of ten million dinars on this man. It would be a shame to allow this golden egg[2] to escape. So, it's safer to take him apart here and bring only his head to the Duchess of Milan... Oh, I'll give you a share of the bounty too. How about an eight-two ratio?"

"Wait a second! Have you not been listening to me? Vienna is in a dangerous state right now, if we do not dismantle the weapon, many will die like in Barcelona! This man is the only one who can prevent that!"

"There's no need to shout, I get it. What's the big deal though?"

Black Widow shrugged her shoulders, making it seem like the priest's spittle was a far more serious issue than his protest.

"What happens to this city is none of my business. People die? So what? It has nothing to do with me."

"Did you hear that, Father?"

The chuckling voice was not Monica's. Magician had finally stood up and raised his eyebrows as if to indicate something.

"She's brutally honest. She doesn't hide her desires... She's a 'human'. You failed to save Sister Noel back in Barcelona and now you're trying your best to protect her, correct?"

"Be quiet!"

The thorn lodged in the depths of his heart made the priest's voice waver. He yelled at the sneering Magician.

"Please, just be quiet for a moment! I- Eh?!"

"It's dangerous to look away, wimp~☆"

The moment Abel recoiled from the murderous intent that had silently closed in on him, the Cinquedea, dancing in the darkness, grazed his cheek.

Abel instinctively tried to raise the muzzle of his gun but the blade shot up from a blind spot below and blocked his movement. All he could do was stomp backwards.

"You came to destroy a terrorist's hideout and yet you're protecting a terrorist yourself, that's a huge problem, Father Abel."

Monica's movements, as she twirled the Cinquedea in a reverse grip, were as beautiful as a dance. However, the voice that came from beyond the dance of death was dripping with venom as she struck Abel.

"What you did was an obstruction of duty. I'll be sure to report that to the Vixen of Milan!"

"Damn it!"

By the time there was a roar and a flash of cold light, Abel's finger had already left the trigger of his old-fashioned revolver. Crimson liquid spurted from his wrist onto the cobblestones and a cry of agony escaped the priest's mouth.

"Farewell, wimp~☆"

The blown kiss and the venomous sneer were accompanied by the eerie sound of the wind. Abel's body doubled over in pain as the Cinquedea was being thrusted down upon the back of his head. The thin blade looked as if it would shatter the priest's medulla oblongata, but-

"Stop it, Sister Monica Argento."

A shrill metallic sound preceded a flat voice of restraint.

When Black Widow leapt sideways with the halved Cinquedea in hand, a fourth figure had appeared in the parking lot.

"T-Tres!"

"What are you two doing, Father Abel Nightroad and Sister Monica Argento?"

A small shadow approached with the sound of methodical footsteps and glanced at Abel with emotionless eyes. With a smoking pistol at his disposal, he questioned the priest and the nun in a monotonous voice.

"Private combat during a mission is prohibited by internal regulations. If you continue to engage in combat, you will be subject to punishment."

"And there I was wondering who it was. It's the little one..."

Displeased with having her fun interrupted, the nun lowered her hand that was holding the Cinquedea. Shaking her head and her black hair that was stuck to her forehead, she regarded the mechanical soldier.

"Are you going to interfere with my work?"

"I have no intention of interfering with your mission, however, an attack on Father Nightroad is intolerable under current circumstances... Father Nightroad, as things stand, Black Widow's opinion is correct. That terrorist is too dangerous to be taken to Milan alive. He must be eliminated here."

"W-Wait a second, Tres!"

Blood continued to flow from his sliced wrist. Abel took a step forward while trying to stop the bleeding. He kept Magician behind him in order to shield him and pleaded earnestly.

"There's something this man needs to do. 'Silent Noise' has been installed somewhere in this city! We need to find it and dismantle it quickly."

"'Silent Noise', Barcelona's low-frequency weapon?"

For a brief moment, a light flashed in the mechanical soldier's glassy eyes.

"Is that information reliable, Father Nightroad?"

"Yes and time is running out. Tonight, the opera house is being targeted."

Abel was about to say more, but suddenly his tongue froze in place.

An overwhelming urge to throw up made his chest constrict. Had he lost so much blood that his body went into shock? No, it wasn't that. The sensation he felt was far more foreign.

"Damn, we're too late..."

"What's that sound?"

Abel groaned as the feeling of discomfort he felt earlier returned again and at the same time, Monica who had been fiddling with the Cinquedea in discontent, raised her eyes skywards. A low vibration resembling the sound of a pipe organ reverberated through the night sky.

"It's 'Silent Noise'. It has begun!"

It was too late-

Abel raised his gaze at the brightly lit opera house in despair. His skin trembled. It was too late. The building was starting to resonate. There must be more than a thousand people in there, but how many of them will survive?

"Damn it... At this rate..."

Abel bit his lip and considered running in. The stone walls were beginning to make an eerie buzzing sound. If he entered the building now, he might get caught up in the collapse. Still, he couldn't bring himself to stand there idly.

"W-What's that sound?"

The first thing everyone heard was a low hum like the flapping of insect wings.

"I feel sick..."

All over the theater, particularly sensitive audience members complained of a rising urge to throw up, but even those who were unharmed were in no position to help them. Driven by an instinctive sense of unease, they looked up towards the ceiling — in the direction of something invisible and inaudible.

Was there something wrong with the air conditioning? Or did the speakers malfunctioned?

The moment someone in the audience, feeling suspicious, stood up to call for a member of the staff, it began.

A deafening boom, as if lightning had struck somewhere nearby, raged within the opera house. Although the sound itself was too low in wavelength to be heard, the sound pressure and the swell of air swept right through the entire theater.

"W-What is that sound?!"

The sound itself was inaudible. However, the intense ringing in the ears instilled pain as if it was piercing their eardrums, causing the well-dressed gentlemen and ladies to scream in unison.

Some of them clutched their ears and passed out. Some crouched down and barfed. A small minority stumbled and placed their hands to the wall only to discover that it was creaking and shaking violently. Amidst panic caused by the unheard sound, the walls, floor and even the ceiling gradually began to rumble. It was as if the building itself was writhing in agony.

Just as the screams were about to reach climax, another roar echoed through the theater.

"Please wait, Father."

A voice called out calmly and a hand reached out to grab Abel's sleeve, stopping him from breaking into a run. With a surprising amount of strength, the owner of the voice, Kämpfer, had managed to hold the priest in place and jerked his chin towards the building.

"Don't worry, the opera house is safe... Do you not hear that sound?"

"Sound?"

Surprised by the unexpected words, Abel had forgotten to shake off Magician's hand as he strained his ears.

The low humming of insects' wings continued to rain from the sky, but another sound had mixed in with it. It was even lower and heavier than the sound that came from the sky. What was it?

"It's coming from inside the building? I can hear it from inside the opera house... What is that?"

"It's 'armor', the armor of sound[3]... Hmm, it seems someone with a sharp mind is in there."

The "Silent Noise" pouring down from the sky and the deep bass sound emanating from inside the opera house — the two discordant sounds shook the night air as if competing against one another. And then, the vibrations of the opera house walls ceased. The banging of the walls and the rumbling of the earth could no longer be heard.

"It... It's gone?"

Abel wondered how much time had passed since he first noticed that sound. By the time he came to his senses, the low sound echoing from above had vanished. The cacophony from within the building was still ongoing, but apart from that, the opera house as well as the four of them in the parking lot stood still as if nothing had happened.

"Why?"

Abel muttered, dumbfounded.

It was definitely an attack by a low-frequency weapon. It was the same sound he had heard in Barcelona and in this city, but it was negated — how?

"Ah, could it be... Whoa?!"

Abel finally figured something out and was about to speak again only to jump over to Kämpfer to push him down. Taking advantage of the distraction, the Cinquedea had struck again.

"Stop that, Sister Monica Argento."

In response, Tres raised the muzzles of his M13s.

"Until we confirm the current situation, any hostile actions against Father Nightroad or Isaak Fernand von Kämpfer will not be permitted."

"Stop spouting nonsense, doll!"

This time, Black Widow spat as she swung her blade at Gunslinger.

"Neither the low-frequency weapon nor Vienna has anything to do with me!"

"Mr. Kämpfer, now!"

If I miss this opportunity, there will be no more chances to escape — with that thought in mind, Abel began to sprint as if driven by something. He leapt into the driver's seat of a car parked nearby and gave Magician an order.

"Come with me! Hurry!"

"Wait, Father Nightroad."

Tres shouted at the car whose engine had roared to life, but the Cinquedea approached, cutting off his voice. The barrel of his combat pistol blocked the blade, but a shrill sound echoed through the parking lot.

"We're going... Hold on tight!"

Abel ordered as Kämpfer slid into the passenger seat and the car sped off.

In the darkness of the "ring", the red taillights of a car rapidly faded into the distance. The girl in the coachman's seat, who had been watching them, reported in a toneless voice.

"No, that won't be necessary."

The brown-haired young man opened his eyes upon hearing the maid's voice and shook his head curtly. From within the carriage parked on the side of the road, he coldly observed the two remaining individuals arguing in the parking lot and issued an order.

"I'll leave the pursuit to Acht (VIII). Let us return to Turm. If my predictions are correct, the rats will soon be on the move. I'd better head back to assist the Countess and my brother... Please inform Drei (III) and the others, Zwei (II)."

<Understood.>

"So... Crusnik has failed to kill him this time too. What will the other deputy enforcers do now?"

While the maid nodded and turned the carriage around, the young man stroked his chin and muttered.

The first stage of the plan — to pit the deputy enforcers against Magician — was a success. However, even if they were the Vatican's elites, he certainly did not expect them to be able to nullify the weapon so easily, and there was no way that Magician wouldn't notice their schemes. The fact that he had chosen to come along of his own accord meant that he was trying to outwit them.

"And now, we're going to outwit him even more... Or rather, the real show is just starting."

The young man, Basilisk, muttered to himself as the carriage turned a corner, and shut his eyes again.

Yes, the night has yet to come.

✝ End of Chapter VI

[1] Polite as always, Abel addresses Isaak as Kämpfer-san (さん) which is equivalent to "Mr." or "Mrs." and speaks to him in a respectful manner. [2] Golden eggs are commonly used as a symbol for something of great value, usually money. [3] It is indeed written as "armor of sound" (音の鎧). I believe it's a term used to describe the trick Leon used to nullify the low-frequency weapon. There is a brief explanation for this in the next chapter.

#Trinity Blood #トリニティ・ブラッド #Sunao Yoshida #RAM 6 #Rage Against the Moons VI #RAM 6 Public Enemy #Trinity Blood Public Enemy

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