Schneider: F**k ... It hurts …
Forget Me Not: Can you stand up, Miss Schneider? Both your right hand and left leg are injured.
Schneider: Arcana walks to Schneider.
Schneider: Get lost! Don't touch my gun!
Schneider: Rotten roots, croaking toads ... You jerk!!

Arcana: Lady Vertin, what do you think of her pistol?
Vertin: ... A great one.
Arcana: Exactly. Which was improved by our finest wandmaker—Druvis III.
Arcana: Take this.
Vertin: I don't need it!
Arcana: And end her life.
Vertin: ...!
Vertin: Why? I've decided to join you!
Vertin: The three questions are all done. It's already ... already enough!
Arcana: Hmm, indeed.
Arcana: It is a mission, a new mission showing our welcome to thee.
Arcana: Thou hast no right to refuse. Complying is thy only choice.
Arcana: Yet, Lady Vertin liketh not this. Then nay it is.
Arcana: Yet, Lady Vertin liketh no this. Then nay it is.
Arcana: Have an orange.
Vertin: ... Orange?
Vertin: Why oranges here ...?

Schneider: Stop running! You orange thief!
Vertin: Schneider? How did you become ... so young ...?
Schneider: Huh? Your clothes. ... Are you from the downtown?
Schneider: Ah ... I see. You are the friend that my sis said helping us pick oranges.
Schneider: Come with me. We have to hurry up. Uncle Cannavale is going to transport the oranges to town tonight!
Vertin: Where ... where am I?
Schneider: Don't be afraid. You can cut the oranges when you climb there. I'll grab you tight!
Schneider: Don't be afraid. You can cut the oranges when you climb there. I'll grab you tight!
Vertin: The orange tree feels so real—the warm breeze, the familiar scent ...
Vertin: ... I'm here to pick oranges.
Vertin: Eh hey.

Schneider: Uggh ... uggh ... huh ... huh ...
Schneider: My lord, it's not fair. You're shooting someone seriously injured ... Oh ...
Schneider: Wake up! Come to your senses!
Schneider: Wake up! Come to your senses!
Vertin: Ah, thank you for wiping the mud off my face.
Schneider: Are you really here to help us pick oranges? You don't look very skilled. Or is all the city people like that?
Vertin: Who says I'm not skilled? Observe. Let me pick up that big orange at the top for you.
Vertin: Just climb up here, take a small jump ... then I'll get it ...
Vertin: ... Hey! I got it!

Schneider: Uggh ...
Schneider: Huh ... So it feels like this ... to be shot by my own bullet ...
Schneider: It's not over yet ... my lord. Then ... don't blame me for giving no mercy ...
Vertin: Pap! Pap! Pap!
Vertin: ...
Schneider: Your back is bloody red ... Don't you feel the pain?
Schneider: That son of a b***h! What the hell did she show you?
Arcana: Vertin's back ... such a huge scar on her back. ... How?
Arcana: Interesting. Interesting. Lines. The moon, The eye. What is it?
Vertin: ... Hey! I got it!
Schneider: How did you fall from the tree? Your back is bleeding.
Vertin: I ... I think I just saw a critter ... Didn't watch my step when driving it away.
Schneider: Critter ... ahh, I know it. That's the little animal that didn't take the ark, right? I often find them in the bushes!
Vertin: You often see strange creatures ... Are you also an arcanist?
Schneider: I'm ... umm ...
Critters: appear
Vertin: Ah, the critters are making trouble now! Wait a minute. I will deal with them soon.

COMBAT

Schneider: Here you are.
Schneider: It's the big orange. Thank you for helping us. Let's have it together! I want to hear the story about the world outside!
Vertin: In the future ... will you also come to town, Schneider?
Schneider: I ... I have no idea. I've never left here. But my uncles have gone to the United States many years ago.
Schneider: My family would also like to go. I heard that ... it's completely different from here.
Schneider: It's the real new world.
Schneider: There are wonders. Full measure of the blessing will be given. Sins will be forgiven. The god there ... loves the world.
Schneider: Umm? Why don't you eat, Miss Vertin?
Vertin: ...
Vertin: I don't feel like it.
Vertin: I've been wondering ... don't you think this orange ... tastes bitter?
Schneider: Why not shoot? My lord ... huh ... just one last shot. ... Why did you stop! Why!
Schneider: Don't I deserve the right to ... die fast?!

Schneider: Or did God finally forgive me. ... He allowed me ... to stay alive!!

Vertin: Schneider?! Why are you covered in blood ...
Vertin: The pistol ... No, no, no! Don't come over!
Vertin: The pistol ... no, no, no! Don't come over!

Vertin: This is the final chance.
Vertin: One shall fall, one shall stand.
Vertin: Schneider dashes to Vertin, her chest bumping into the quivering pistol.
Vertin: Pap!
Vertin: Schneider?! Why ...!
Schneider: My lord ...
Schneider: ... Not now.
Vertin: I'm sorry.

Vertin: ...

Forget Me Not: Oops, right in the heart.

Forget Me Not: Acccidently, though, our new member is quite the sharpshooter.
Druvis Ⅲ: ...
Forget Me Not: Where are you going? Miss Druvis.
Druvis Ⅲ: To where I go.
Arcana: This body, thou hast any idea? Miss Druvis.
Druvis Ⅲ: ...
Druvis Ⅲ: Send her back to where she belongs.
Druvis Ⅲ: So that they know Miss Vertin's choice.

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