President Michel: Oh, thank you, I've been starving for so long. Hmm ... not bad! Give me another potion.
Forget Me Not: Of course, suit yourself please.
Forget Me Not: Oh. Ms. Druvis, you're back. Have you finished potion distribution?
Druvis Ⅲ: Yes. Patients in the stretcher zone have also taken the potion. They are feeling a bit better.
Commissioned Corpst: What's that smell? You just gave it out before we sample them?
Commissioned Corpst: The press is here in no time! You have to be fully responsible for any accident!
Druvis Ⅲ: The press?
Commissioned Corpst: Aren't you the ones who want a press conference? Just to show off what the arcanists do in the relief!
Commissioned Corpst: Hey! Gimme some potion! These toad freaks ...
Commissioned Corpst: He is too late.
Commissioned Corpst: Following the believer, the journalists pack into the square with cameras on their shoulders, looking around the place.
Druvis Ⅲ: I didn't know there will be press today.
Forget Me Not: Forgive me for that I want to hold a banquet before the "Storm", Miss Druvis.
Forget Me Not: After all, for us Manus Vindictae, this era is no longer of any value.
Commissioned Corpst: The potion ... tastes so familiar ... the smell ...
Commissioned Corpst: spitting This is beer?!
Commissioned Corpst: This is prohibited! Where did you get it?! I knew it, I knew we can't trust these insane people! Get them all!
Forget Me Not: Insane? No, we can't be more sane.
Forget Me Not: Forget Me Not turns to him, with a weird, excited smile on his face.
Forget Me Not: He has waited for so long just for this moment to show his true self.
Forget Me Not: We are neither insane, nor ever hysterical.
Forget Me Not: Not to mention practicing hypocrisy, screwing money through all the ridiculous and absurd decrees.
Forget Me Not: The prohibition has lasted for almost 10 years, how could you know it's beer right away?
Forget Me Not: What a hypocritical wretch!
Commissioned Corpst: Uggh ... ahh!!
Commissioned Corpst: As Forget Me Not raises his hands, people start to explode one after another. The rude officer falls down, with a broken stomach and guts all over the place.
Vertin: What?!
Vertin: He used the potion as fuel for explosion?
Forget Me Not: Distress cometh upon those not of me. Present me thy flesh, soul and abhorring.
Broke Celebrity: Why!!! Arrgh!!!
Forget Me Not: I give you death, rejoice, may the wine in Heaven be without measure.
President Michel: Don't ... don't kill me ... Arrgh!
Journalist: Help! ... Run! Run!
Forget Me Not: I will not kill you. I demand you vultures faithfully record everything that happened.
Forget Me Not: I demand you see with your own eyes—how does an inferior take everything he has been deprived of.
Forget Me Not: Just! Like! This!
Mrs. Durant: No! ... Help me!
Druvis Ⅲ: Mr. Forget Me Not.
Druvis Ⅲ: The fall has gone. No need for more blood.
Forget Me Not: What makes you doubt, Miss Druvis?
Forget Me Not: "The Storm" is coming, we have accomplished our missions. And everything here should be doomed!
Druvis Ⅲ: ... The "Storm" is only the "Storm". It is not destiny.
Mrs. Durant: cry Miss, please help ...
Mrs. Durant: No! You ... you are ... I've met you!
Mrs. Durant: You are the daughter of the late Weyerhaeuser?!
Druvis Ⅲ: ...
Journalist Ⅰ: Those Weyerhaeusers! They burned themselves after bankruptcy...
Journalist Ⅱ: No, not self-burned! Their daughter who studied dark magic burned them alive!
Journalist Ⅰ: Worth it if I take a photo of her before I die! Move! Let me take one!
Druvis Ⅲ: ... No.
Druvis Ⅲ: Don't do this!
Druvis Ⅲ: Flash lights, questions after questions. Nothing different.
Druvis Ⅲ: I have not studied dark magic.
Journalist: Did your parents' death have nothing to do with you? I heard they were always against you learning dark magic.
Druvis Ⅲ: I have not studied dark magic. I was born an arcanist.
Journalist: Which means you decided to burn them alive because of their disapproval.
Druvis Ⅲ: I did not burn them alive. The fire was caused by gasoline. They told me ... it's twenty barrels of gasoline.
Journalist: It is not possible that 20 barrels of gasoline can cause such a fire. It is dark magic, Miss.
Journalist: It is said that you always objected to their plans of cutting the trees and selling the woods. So they did it at midnight to avoid you.
Journalist: However, you were at the scene of their death.
Druvis Ⅲ: ... I wanted to tell them
Druvis Ⅲ: I have just learned a new "arcane skill" ...
Druvis Ⅲ: I do hear the sound of trees. I know there is a way ... to make us all survive ...
Druvis Ⅲ: No need to sell the woods. No need to level up trees. No need to file for bankruptcy ...
Druvis Ⅲ: We can go back to the life we had ... the kind of life they expected.
Journalist: So you chose to escape the debt by burning down the woods.
Druvis Ⅲ: ...
Druvis Ⅲ: I will find out the truth. I will find the arsonist. I will find the answer I never knew.
Vertin: Druvis! Druvis ...!
Vertin: Druvis! Druvis ...!
Druvis Ⅲ: I will not let the woods grow.
Druvis Ⅲ: I will defend everything about them.
Druvis Ⅲ: I will ... cry
Vertin: Enough! Don't live in the past!
Vertin: Your blessing ... once brought me fortune and hope.
Vertin: Now I will give this blessing to you. I will share my "tomorrow" with you.
Vertin: Watch your steps. Leave with me!
Druvis Ⅲ: ...!
Druvis Ⅲ: Vertin ...
Druvis Ⅲ: My tomorrow ...
Vertin: Leave the flashlight. Get up. I'll carry you and jump out!
Druvis Ⅲ: ... Thank you.
Forget Me Not: Are you being officious, or just revealing your sting?
Vertin: Forget Me Not, sooner or later, you will be destroyed by your own hatred.
Forget Me Not: I know, but I'm sorry that you'll never live to see that day.
Forget Me Not: He gets out his wand and a disciple appears behind him.
Manus Messenger: *roaring*
Manus Messenger: ㄐㄧㄣˇㄕㄣˊㄇㄧˋㄒㄩㄝˊㄐㄧㄚㄎㄜˇㄩㄝ
Forget Me Not: ...
Vertin: ...
Forget Me Not: So, you left in such a hurry just to get your accomplice, bumblebee.
Forget Me Not: It's time to clean the garden, my disciples!
Manus Believer: *roars*