Despair & Hope Doth Clash

The island of Growerth. Downtown Neuberg.

The occurrence was a minor one, but one strange and large enough to worry the people.

Is something shaking? People wondered, exchanging glances.

It was already deep into night, and many were already asleep. But people awoke to the sound of their windows shaking in their frames, and realized that their own bodies were also trembling slightly.

Not many noticeable earthquakes occurred in Germany; most people were not used to such tremors.

But they were not enough to make the people fear for their livesyet. The sensation of the ground shaking beneath them merely nurtured the anxiety growing in their hearts.

It was as though the ground itself was afraid of something.

Underground caverns.

In the caverns under the castle, Valdred Ivanhoes eyes flew open.

Because the jester never did go to wake him, Val had no idea about what was going on.

But he was suddenly jolted awake by a sensation like part of his very body was being torn away. He quickly looked down at himself.

Soon realizing that he was only looking over his usual illusionary bodythat of a young boyhe slowly calmed himself and turned his gaze to his true bodythe island of Growerth.

Is something the matter, Val? Oh? Whats this shaking?

From the great flower bud next to him came the voice of his fellow plant vampire, Selim Vergs. A vine as thick as a mans arm brought a pair of glasses into the petals, and a bespectacled young girl poked her face out of the tip of the bud.

She was not the only one; others who were in the caverns, absorbed in a game of mahjong, gathered around curiously.

Everyone knew by then that the island was shaking sporadicallythey all turned to Val, wondering if perhaps a volcano was erupting.

What what is this?

Val trembled, his eyes closed shut. Selim turned to him with a worried look.

Are you all right, Val? Whats going on?

Selim.

Though the body of the boy was just an illusion created by Vals consciousness, it directly expressed his emotions, just as Gerhardts words did for him. The boys face paled in an instant, and cold sweat began running down his body. The others around them also realized that something was very wrong.

What Val said to them was extremely simple:

I have no idea whats going on, either. But you should get away from this island as quickly as possible.

Inside Waldstein Castle.

Oh? An earthquake in Germany? Im rather surprised.

For Mage, who was from Japan, earthquakes were nothing remarkable. But his indifference quickly dissipated as the tremors continued for more than thirty seconds.

This is a bit long He said with a frown.

Having awakened only after dusk, he also sensed another strange thing about his surroundings.

Whereiseveryone?

The maids in green and his fellow freeloaders were nowhere to be seen or sensed.

Wondering if something had happened outside, he quickly turned to a balcony.

At that moment, a familiar flock of bats swarmed in and materialized into the form of the mayor.

Ack! Mr. Staaaaargh!

Good evening to you too, Fucking Mage. Wheres the princeling and his maids?

Mage was sent flying with a roundhouse kick. The mayor then stomped on his back.

As he drove his groaning former subordinate into the floor, Watt realized that something was amiss.

What the hell. This castles shaking.

I, I was just wondering about it myself, Mr. Stalf! And it doesnt seem as though theres anyone in the castle!

Being the type to yield to authority, Mage chuckled apologetically even as Watts shoe dug into his back.

Th, this shakings gone on for more than a minuteits different from the earthquakes I

Ignoring Mage, Watt returned to the balcony he landed at and surveyed the island.

A moment later, as his gaze reached western Growerth, he took notice of something unusual.

Part of the stars over the west were gone.

There was a straight line of pitch-black darkness, reaching so far above the ground that he had to crane his neck to see the end.

As though a black pillar higher than the atmosphere had suddenly materialized on the island.

As Watt squinted for a better look, he realized that the object was indeed a pillar of sorts

And with the shaking of the ground, he recalled the power of a certain vampire.

Cant be Relic?

Several minutes earlier.

The first to witness the tremors and the disappearance of the stars were the vampires who had followed after Relic from the castle.

Unable to catch up to Relic and Watsons speed, they were slightly late to arrive at the scene.

Where is Master Relic?!

Hey! I see the werewolf girl! Pirie cried. Everyone turnedthe silver-haired girl was opening the door of the church.

Hildas in there?

To be honest, Im getting a real bad feeling about this.

The moment the freeloaders exchanged nervous glances,

A cry that shook the very air around them filled their ears.

But it was only for the first few seconds that they could tell that the sound was coming from the ruined church.

There was a moment of silence, followed by every window in the building shattering at once. Black fog began spilling outside.

But that sight, too, lasted for only the blink of an eye.

The fog instantly turned into a powerful shockwave as it swallowed the entire church in a dark mist.

What?! What?! Whats going on here?! Pirie yelled, losing her balance in a state of half-fog.

Though they were not very close to the church, the icy wave had crashed over them as well. The werewolf called Watson just barely avoided being engulfed, quickly backing away from the church.

When the gale stopped, the vampires sensed that the direction of the wind had changed. Those who were running on foot realized that the ground underneath was shaking.

H, hey this is crazy

Unlike the humans, who wondered if the island was struck by an earthquake, the vampires witnessed the source of the tremor.

The ground was disappearing under them, starting from the place where the church used to be.

The stone building was already nowhere to be seen, and the black mist ravaged the ground to the point of dissipation, creating a maelstrom in the center.

The maelstrom was only the size of two tennis courts, but as it ate away at the ground, it grew larger and larger. In the very middle was a great black pillar of mist, so tall that it erased a line of stars from the sky.

What is this mist? One of the maids wondered. Pirie, who finally found her footing, replied with her eyes wide.

Hey you know? This doesnt look like fog what what is that?

She was not the only one to notice. Some of the vampires with above-average eyesight noticed the true nature of the black pillar.

It looked like the fog had condensed into water, flowing in a vicious stream. Its color came from the countless bats coursing inside the pillar.

The current and the bats swam swiftly, shifting from water to creature, moving more like a hologram sticker than a squirming entity.

One of the vampires, whose eyesight was even better, glimpsed something terrifying and looked away without thinking.

Hey, whats wrong?!

What did you see?!

As the other freeloaders pressed for answers, the vampire frowned.

Those bats they dont have eyes.

Countless bats without eyes flew into the night sky in a pitch-black current.

As though they were refusing to look upon the world.

Several minutes later.

What is this?!

Dorrikey only noticed the disaster as he flew to northern Growerth in the form of a flock of bats.

The black pillar was threatening to topple Everest in height. If not for the night vision inherent in his vampiric nature, he would have thought that the stars had disappeared.

Dorrikey could tell immediately that the pillar was no cloud or twister.

This is outrageous. Im a detective, not a superhero.

This isnt a deduction, but it feels as though Watson may be involved!

With that thought, he carefully approached the pillar

(Correct. Your partners involved somewhat. I should have expected as much from an ace detective.)

A familiar voice spoke in his head.

(Mirald?! Where are you?!)

Although his friend was a telepath, unlike Hawking, his range was limited. Dorrikey quickly looked around, guessing that Mirald must be nearby.

Then, he spotted the silhouette standing on a transmission tower beside him and began circling it in bat-form.

So you found me. Thats an ace detective for you. I expected nothing less.

(This is no time for sarcastic comments! What in the world is that thing?! And is it true that Watson is involved? She cant be trapped inside, can she?! Why are you hanging back here? We must hurry and rescue her!)

In less than a second Dorrikey transmitted countless questions to Mirald, but the latter answered them all without stumbling.

All right. Ill answer one at a time. That pillar over there is RelicMr. Gerhardts son. Your partner was with him until just now, but shes moved to safer ground and is talking to the vampires from Waldstein Castle. Theyre too far for me to read their minds, but dont worryshes not being held prisoner.

With a shrug, Mirald continued.

In other words, your partner is in absolutely no need of assistance. Relax.

(Preposterous! What is going on over there? You mean that the pillar of bats over there is Mr. Gerhardts son?! Why would he make something like this on the island? I know youve already read his thoughtsI demand answers!)

Of course I have. I turned into thin fog and crept into range to read the details of his thoughts. Although Watson almost caught my scent. Mirald chuckled. A flock of bats swarmed around his face.

Hey, Dorrikey, stop that! Telepathy doesnt give me the power to avoid your attacks! Do you have any idea how much of a pain it is to turn to fog

As some of the bats began pulling on one of his ears, Mirald nearly cried out in pain. And as though focusing all his thoughts into the ear, Dorrikey let his heart shout as loudly as he wanted.

(Stop dawdling and get to the point!)

All right, all right. Its simple. Not too long ago, his human girlfriends heart was carved out. By the serial killer everyones been talking about these days.

(What?!)

Dorrikeys thoughts came screeching to a halt. Mirald clapped his hands and laughed.

You want to know why Mr. Gerhardts son is doing that? No reason, really. Hes just in despair at the world. All ofthat? Its his anger at the world and himself. It was so human of him that it hit meyes, he really must be Mr. Gerhardts son.

HeyWatson, right? What just happened here?! Pirie asked, half-flying over to Watson. The silver-haired girl looked down and replied plainly.

Hilda was covered in blood. A hole in her chest. She wont move. Hildas friend screamed.

Though her words were simple, all who listened instantly realized what Relic must happened to Hilda. They exchanged bewildered glances.

It cant be

Unable to believe that Hilda was dead, Pirie made to scold Watsonbut the werewolf didnt seem the type to lie.

And? And? What about Relic? She asked instead.

Watson sniffed the air. Then, she pointed up at the great black pillar.

All of that. Its Hildas friend.

Then, she lowered her hand to the bottom of the maelstromwhich was now twice its original size.

Hilda is somewhere there.

At the base of the pillar of bats, in the middle of the great maelstrom that expanded as it ate away at the island, Hildas body was floating without a sound.

Relics body was nowhere.

To be specific, his body had already transformed into fog and countless bats, synchronizing with the island and transforming into something indescribably gigantic.

But his consciousnessthe hazy sense of reason that could no longer control his actionsremained tangled around Hilda.

Hilda.

Im so sorry.

How? How did this happen?

But even his sense of reason was not enough to stop the flood of despair.

A part of Relics mind was asking over and overwhy did he have to lose Hilda? But most of his emotions, as though casting aside such brooding, cornered Relic with unstoppable fury and despair.

With no intention in particular,

The boy created to reign over all vampires decided to leave all his powers to his emotions.

Just like a frustrated child banging on the wall until even his hand turned bloody,

Perhaps he merely wanted to turn his outrage at somethinganythingat full force.

Not realizing just how much power he held in his hands.

(Then is our only option to wait for his anger to abate?) Dorrikey asked. Mirald shrugged.

I could calm down a rampaging monster if it had any sense of reason left in its head. I could try directly showing an illusion of his girlfriend in his mind, but I dont know her well enough to pull it off. And right now, I cant exactly read his memories to get a grasp on her Im so thirsty that Im having trouble holding back my powers. Mirald chuckled. Dorrikey, flitting around him, raised his voice in his head.

(Wait! I thought you said youd last until)

Sorry. I lied. Actually, no. At that point I wasnt lying, but I overestimated myself.

(Damn you!!)

Hey, theres an interesting thought. I can read other peoples minds, but I dont know nearly enough about myself. Its like one of those twists in those detective novels you like. Although I dont think youd ever find a detective or a criminal who can read minds in those stories. Mirald commented, as though he had nothing to do with the unfolding disaster. Dorrikey finally made up his mind to call the ancient shark vampire to swallow Mirald whole.

Reading his friends thoughts, Mirald continued as nonchalantly as ever.

I dont really want to end up in Georges stomachwhat if I get sliced between his teeth? Anyway, Ive heard that Relic could turn entire chunks of the island into a gigantic wolf. But look at him now, completely out of his mindmaybe what I heard was just an exaggeration. Relics only affecting a tiny portion of the island.

(This is no time for casual observations!) Dorrikey cried, just about ready to swear at Mirald.

But suddenly, the laughter was wiped off Miralds face as his brow and lips began twitching.

(What. What is it.)

It took several seconds for Mirald to finally respond and smile again.

But there was something off about his smile.

This isnt good.

(Details!)

Well, I just had a long talk with Hawking.

()

Although it had only been several seconds, the passage of time had little effect on the dense conversations that telepaths could have.

But what worried Dorrikey more was the fact that Mirald looked like he was at a complete lossso instead of interjecting, he waited for him to continue.

Hawkings been watching the island from there, too. And, well

Mirald paused, closing his mouth. Then, his grin grew bitter as he resumed.

Apparently the earth is in danger.

(What?)

For a moment, Dorrikeys mind went blank.

Well, you know how Hawkings good at calculations and analysis. He gave this situation of ours a little thought, and he says that Relics not using his powers yet.

(Yet?)

In other words, hes just pulling back his fist. In archery terms, hes pulled back the string as far as it can go. Just like holding down a spring, hes compressed all his power to the limit. So he can unleash it in one go.

The flock of bats composing Dorrikeys body simultaneously turned to the black pillar.

(Wait. You mean to say that that gigantic mass over there is Relics power compressed to its limit?)

It already feels like theres a mountainload of explosives stacked up here. So Hawking ran calculations on it for fun, too. He wanted to see what would happen if Relic really lashed out with that fist.

With his right hand, Mirald pushed up his glasses and sighed.

About the size of the moon.

The moon?

In other words something the size of the moon will instantly turn into bats or fogs or wolves or somethingitll become a part of him.

This was no time for jokes, Dorrikey wanted to think, but he knew that Mirald wouldnt so far as to bring Hawking into a joke.

So shocked was he that Dorrikey could do little but keep his bats flapping in the air.

Meanwhile, Mirald cracked his neck, sounding surprised that he was finally a part of the impending catastrophe.

God help us all. Wonder what itll be. The mantle? The crust? The atmosphere? Doubs the Iridescent might call even that entertainment, but to be honest, Id prefer if the earth wasnt destroyed. I hate the sun. and itd be pretty irritating to have no one but Hawking to talk to. Mirald worried, as though confident that he could survive the destruction of the earth.

He began to look around the ground from atop the transmission tower. Then,

There.

(What? Where?) Dorrikey asked. Mirald replied indifferently.

I found your serial killer.

(What?!)

Listening to the sound of his friends thoughts falling into disarray, Mirald looked downthere was the TV crew, filming the pillar of bats from a different location than Watson and the others.

Ill drop down over there for a bit. Gotta let off a bit of steam for both me and Relic.

(What do you mean?) Asked Dorrikey. Miralds eyes were hidden behind his glasses, but the usual smile had returned to his lips.

Im going to play loudspeaker for them. That might quench a bit of my thirst.

(Damn it. This is no time to be thinking idly. What exactly are you planning?) Asked the self-proclaimed ace detective. The bespectacled vampire, still smiling, replied,

(Im just going to point him in the right direction. Help the confused kid find the heartless killer who murdered his girlfriend.)

The western side of the island was far from the cities, had no significant tourist attractions, and after the church burned down, had very few residences.

In other words, the only human eyes on the unfolding catastrophe belonged to the members of the ZZZ Network TV crew.

The sound recordist bit his tongue again and again, wondering if he was dreaming. But with each sharp pain he became more and more certain that the scene before them was reality.

A chilling breeze had suddenly engulfed them.

When the black pillar had first appeared, the wind had blown toward them from it.

But now, the wind was blowing in the opposite directionfrom behind their backs and to the squirming pillar, as though the air around them was being sucked into it.

The apocalypse.

Although the disaster only engulfed a part of the island, and they alone were witness to the sight, it seemed very much like the end was near.

The hell the hells going on here?!The recordist wondered.

Until not too long ago, he and the other crew members were in what he was sure was reality. But his memories cut off as soon as they began to approach the supposed werewolf for an interview, and when they opened their eyes, they were in a parking lot halfway up the mountain.

And a blond-haired boy transformed himself into a flock of bats right before their eyes, taking to the skies.

The sound recordist had wondered if he was still half-asleep. But the other crew members said that they saw it as well, and his superiorJuna, the bespectacled reporterwas already engaged in an excited interview with the girl who had been standing there.

And and I dont remember. Juna woke me up, then the ground started shaking

As his senses came into focus, he again looked forward.

Only after dozens of seconds of staring at the sight did an incredible sense of unease well up in him. He finally spoke, his fingertips trembling.

What is this What the hell is this, Juna?!

Juna shot him a stern look.

Cut the crap and get back to work! Were witnessing history in the makingno! Were watching logic itself fall to bits!

Dumbstruck by Junas determination, the other crew members exchanged glances. The cameraman silently continued to shoot the pillar and the maelstrom, his expression inscrutable.

If you want to run, then go ahead. Ill just take the camera and get this footage myself.

There was a glint of manic ecstasy in the womans voice, as though the story of the century was close at hand.

There was no talking her out of it, the sound recordist thought, and turned to the other crew members.

The cameramans eyes were hidden, but the others were clearly just as worried and hesitant as he was.

Weve gotta get out of here

The others were probably thinking the same thing. They sounded quite different to his ears, mumbling I want to leave and I cant take this anymore.

One of the crew members was even wanting to see his little sister back home

Wait.

At that point, the man realized something.

A little sister? What?

There was no voice. The face of another crew members little sister forced its way into his mind with ease, as though he had heard her speak.

And for some reason, though he had never met the girl before, he was certain that she was the sister of his friend.

What is this whats going on here?

Flowing into his confused thoughts was one powerful sequence of images.

Sensing the current of memories entering his mind, the man paled and shook his head.

Am I hallucinating now?!

(Im seeing things, arent I?) (No, no, no thats the girl from before)

When he looked around, the other crew members were also shaking their heads in fear, muttering to themselves the same things he was thinking in his head. In fact, upon closer inspection, he realized that none of their mouths were moving. And yet their voices were ringing clear in his head.

Right. Lets just get out of here.

The sound recordist made up his mind, and slowly backed away

AAARGH!

Something indescribable forced its way into his head, making him scream.

The other crew members must have experienced the same thing, as they were all also crying out or curled up on the ground. Juna was also clearly scared, but her eyes would not leave the pillar of bats.

No.

That was the only word that came to mind.

What flowed into his thoughts was not a sound, and not an image.

It felt like raw emotions had forced themselves into his heart.

Though there were no words to the emotion, the sound recordist understood what it was sayingand came to a conclusion.

The emotion was a reaction to the decision he had just made earlier.

I wont let you escape.

Not you, not anyone.

Dozens of seconds earlier.

Darkness.

At the time, there was no consciousness within Relic.

To be specific, though he knew that he was doingsomethingin the deep darkness, he did not know what he was doing, or what he wanted.

It was the sensation of his body moving on its own, as if in a dream. A vague feeling that only bordered on the waking worldboth conscious and unconscious.

His despair overshadowed any anger or grief he might have hadand his emotions, ruled by that despair, united with his power and became a great black current surrounding Hildas body.

The consciousness of Relic the individual, and the incredible power of Relic the vampire.

The two factors, which should normally have existed on completely different vectors, began melding into a complex tangle as they distorted Relics very identity.

Though his consciousness was spreading to the world, his power was slowly gathering.

His hazy consciousness was swept up in the currents of power.

Though he had no clear sense of self, once in a while, a piece of his consciousness bobbed to the surface of the current and disappeared again.

Floating like mud in that irregular stream of self were remorse and words of apology.

Im sorry, Hilda

I couldnt protect you

Im sorry, Mihail

I couldnt protect Hilda

I should apologize again

I dont think I can hold myself back

Im sorry if I kill you by mistake

Father, Ferret, Im sorry

I guess I wasnt the best family to you

Goodbye everyone

Everyone

just disappear

His consciousness sank to the bottom of the sea of despair.

Relic raised Hildas body into his core.

But at that point, even Hilda was but a symbol to him.

It was impossible for a mindless body to have hope.

And even if his mind was there,

All that awaited him was the despair of Hilda with her heart carved out.

But change came to that darkness.

A certain scene played out before Relics dissipating consciousness.

An image of Hilda appeared. Several pieces of awareness floating down the current of power instantly snapped together.

Hilda?

His drowning sense of self was pulled along by the scene.

Though his consciousness had not fully awakened, he believed that something there would save him.

But the scene was not a ray of hope.

The image that was forcibly inserted into his mind was a reenactment of despair.

A slender arm leaned the barely-conscious Hilda against the altar in the church.

The owner of the arm placed a strange device to Hildas chest.

Stop.

The contraption looked like a warped torture device.

Stop dont do it.

But along with the scene came the will of the owner of the strange device, echoing into his mind.

UnbelievableStopitbloodlustIsStopitgoingtokillStopitherStopitnothewillStopittomurderherStopitisflowingintoStopitmyhead

AslenderlegStopitonthedeviceStopitStopitoverHildaschestStopitStopitStopitsteppingStopitStopitStopitdownStopitStopitStopitStopitfirmlyandaStopitStopitnauseatingnoiseStopitStopitfillsthechurchStopitStopitStopitStopitStopitIllkillyouIllkillyouIllkillyouIllkillyouIllkillyouIllkillyouandyougoanyfurtherandIllslaughter

There was a splatter of blood as her heart was carved out.

But that was not the end.

The same scene repeated itself again and again.

Relic realized somethingthat these were the memories of Hildas killed. That the killer had run the scenario over in their mind countless times.

And the emotions that accompanied the scene also told him:

That the culprit was happy to have killed Hilda.

Ill slaughter you.

Hatred enough to shake off all his guilt awakened Relics consciousness.

In the massive current of power, he finally regained a firm sense of self.

And from the emotions that flowed into his head, Relics sense of reason came to a certain conclusion.

That Hildas murderer was not a vampire, nor a werewolf. That the murderer was a completely ordinary human being.

Ill slaughter you. Youll suffer for what you did to her.

For the first time in his life, Relic von Waldstein held the intent to kill.

Searching for the target of his uncontrollable bloodlust, he decided to further accept the emotions that were flowing into his mind. Why he was seeing the foreign thoughts, he did not care. He could feel not only the emotions of the moment of Hildas murder, but the shock the murderer felt at the spectacle he was creating now.

In other words, the culprit was close.

At that moment, a new thought entered his mind.

(Right. Lets just get out of here.)

The will flowed into his thoughts.

The humans were trying to flee.

The human who killed Hilda was trying to escape.

Relics sense of self had been restored, but not necessarily to normalcy.

To Relic, overcome by the desire to avenge Hilda, the most important thing was that the killer was human.

And so,

I wont let you escape.

Not you, not anyone.

His twisted emotions took physical form

And the incredible power that controlled his sense of reason came under the control of his endless outrage.

Of course, no one could tell the difference anyway, and Mirald, the one who manipulated him into the change, had nothing backing up his gamble.

Hey.

The freeloader with the best eyesight noticed a change in the pillar of bats.

Their eyes

Blue light began to radiate from the faces of the countless bats filling the current.

Their missing eyes emerged at once, emitting eerie light. Though that glow, as well, was instantly swallowed by the current, the lights signaled a change in the pillar.

In the midst of rising to the sky, the pillar began to branch as it transformed into a great black tree.

And the moment each and every branch began reaching for the ground, Pirie and the others realized

That each branch was in the shape of a black human hand.

Hundredsthousandstens of thousands of hands shot out toward the ground.

The castles residents braced themselves for a moment, but they quickly realized that they were not the targets.

Hey look! Over there! Theres people with a TV camera!

! No!

Sensing danger, the maids in green, who numbered at over a dozen, gathered in groups of four and leapt to rescue the humans.

But the branches merged into one, turning into a giant hand as it lunged at the humans at incredible speed. The humans seemed to have tried to escape, but small arms made of shadows had slithered from the maelstrom and grabbed them by their ankles.

We wont make it!

We mustnt let Master Relic commit murder! Even if he kills humans, it cant be in such an ambiguous way!The maids thought, charging forward, but they had little hope of making it in time.

No no, Relic! You cant! The jester cried, flying off toward the great tree, but Relic showed no signs of listening.

A single vampires despair and rage took on the form of a hand, making to crush the humans underneath.

What a ridiculous story. Although I do sympathize. Mirald mumbled indifferently, getting a slight distance away. Now even if he kills those humans like this and gets revenge

At that point, Mirald held back his words and said them aloud only in his head.

If he remains in despair afterwards, the earth just might be finished.

Whether or not a third party anticipated the end of the world, the vampire who reigned over the island transformed his despair into power.

The vampires of the island were seized by the despair of being unable to stop him.

Those who were merely human simply despaired at the fact that they had no way of escaping death.

Except for Watson, who remained completely oblivious, most of those present were caught in the web of despair.

But at that moment, a sort of hope descended like a shooting star.

The small, unassuming, and incredibly petty star of hope known as Watt Stalf.

If Relic von Waldstein was a great tree made up of countless bats, the object falling from overhead was a meteor.

A jet-black projectile, so dark that human eyes could barely see. The mass, about the size of a four-ton truck, rammed the black arm with the force of a missile.

And in the blink of an eye, the bats from the sky transformed into a four-ton truck.

The great hand was forced to a stop by the mass of metal. Creating countless smaller hands under the tree, the maelstrom absorbed the impact.

If the tree had transformed into fog, the kinetic energy would have gone through itbut the tree purposely deflected the attack.

Relic must have been subconsciously trying to protect Hildas body.

Not knowing what was happening inside, and not even trying to know, Watt took human form and stood before Relic, who could not do the same.

In his usual human form, the mayor looked endlessly tiny compared to the great tree.

Cracking his neck, the mayor turned his gaze to the monster forming before him. Though physically he was looking up, his eyes beneath his sunglasses were clearly looking down on Relic.

Little Relic. I know youre just itching to show off, but isnt this a bit much?

Where was his confidence coming from? Watt sounded condescending to the end.

First off, put that church back where it was. Then I just might let you off the hook halfway. He demanded without a hint of fear. Relic did not react.

Although it was hard to tell if Watts words had reached Relic, the latter raised one of his countless hands to silence Watt.

Master Watt! The jester cried, snapped out of her daze by the sight of the attack.

Yet Watt looked up defiantly, not taking a single step.

One of the freeloaders, assuming that Watt was petrified with fear, mumbled that he was going to die.

But the mayor spoke, not moving an inch.

Neither relaxed, anxious, nor prepared to heroically sacrifice himself. Without nothing but irritation coloring his voice.

Youve got no right to fuck around with the place, you little shit.

At that moment, countless bats rose up from behind him, creating a massive wall.

A second later, a wolfs jaws bigger than an elephant emerged and tore off the great black hand that lunged toward him.

?! ! What?! Shit! ! ?! Whoa?! ! ?!

The castles vampires gasped.

Even the ever-indifferent maids watched Watt, astonished.

The jester, flying through the air in half-fog form, stopped in midair with her jaw on the ground.

And whether he noticed the reactions or not, Watt snorted at Relics massive shadow.

Heh. You surprised I can pull tricks like that, little princeling?

With his usual sneer, Watt confidently spread his arms and created a maelstrom of fog under his feet, just like Relics.

Although it was smaller in scale, the maelstrom steadily grew larger and larger as it ate away at the ground.

And as though unaffected by Watts show of power, Relic created yet more branches on the tree, materializing nearly twenty gigantic arms over Growerth.

He was probably planning to destroy Watt with all the arms at once. Or perhaps he would use several as decoys while the rest attacked the humans.

Watt stood his ground, not caring. The maelstrom under him expanded rapidly, finally at the width of a small pond.

All right. Fine. Looks like youre holed up too far in those bats to listen to reason.

Standing in the middle of the maelstrom, Watt gave one very simple command:

Go to hell and come back to apologize to me, you little shit.

Is that the mayor?

Spotting the mysterious vampire who appeared out of nowhere to rescue them, Juna realized that the man resembled someone she had interviewed that day.

Quick! Get him on camera! She cried, turning to the crew.

But there was something cold in the eyes of her coworkers.

? What are you dawdling for?! Hes saying something over there, but I cant hear a thing. Adjust the mic! She ordered.

The sound recordists knees were knocking.

S, say Juna? We we just saw

Saw what?

Well, uh I in my head how that girl we saw in the parking lot died.

Another crew member followed up.

Umm, actually, we we saw someone murdering her.

What are you getting at?

We didnt see the killers face, but we kind of saw their arms and legs

As the crew member hesitated, another voice finished his sentence.

The serial killer who drove the island of Growerth to terror isyou!

?!

Turning at the voice of the stranger, Juna found herself looking at a man carrying a pipe.

In appearance alone he looked like a theater actor, but the man looked deadly calm in spite of the situation. With his free hand he pointed at Juna Riebeluka.

Who who are you? What are you talking about?

So unexpected was the mans accusation that Junas thoughts were momentarily torn from the great tree and the mysterious man fighting it.

Seeing his chance, the man dressed like a detective declared firmly, as though he were the leading man on the greatest stage of his life.

I had a detailed look through the entry and exit records for this islands harbors twenty years worth of them, not a single day or detail omitted. And I noticed something strange about the records involving ZZZ Network, so I investigated further.

One hour earlier.

As he trespassed into the harbor office and checked the passenger lists at unthinkable speeds, Dorrikey stumbled upon something strange.

On the day the second victim was discovered, countless reporters and news teams had visited the island. And on the exit records pertaining to the influx of people, he found the name of a news personnel that was not recorded in any of the entry records.

The exit records had five people from ZZZ Network leaving via ferry. But the crew had been composed of only four people when they entered the island. Dorrikey investigated how the fifth member could have come to the island, but found nothing. The person in question had visited the island several times in the past, he foundand that person had also been on the island when the first victim went missing.

He also found entry records filled out by someone with an incredibly similar handwriting.

Although he had studied some basic handwriting analysis for his work as a detective, Dorrikey was far from an expert in the field. He made a phone call to a friend who could help.

He dialed a certain number. And before the dial tone rang even once, a shrill voice hissed from the receiver.

Good to see that youre as quick on the uptake as ever, QAWSED.

Its a good thing I forwent the conference and came here instead, then. Now, I have a request to make of you. Dorrikey said to the mysterious Organization officer whom no one had ever seen in person. I want you to look into the employees of ZZZ Network whom I am going to name now. Get me everything you can find.

QAWSED snickered. Dorrikey replied with a bitter grin.

Id sell my pride to the devil if that were all it took to solve the case.

Present time. Western Growerth.

And to add, Miss Juna Riebelukaon the days when the women went missing, and were presumably murdered, you must have received spam in your cell phone inbox, as you usually do. But the base station that was used to send the messages to you was located on this very island.

Even as he cast the occasional glance at the black tree and the mayor, the detective continued to plainly explain his hypothesis. Juna averted her eyes and snorted.

Youre out of your mind. Are you telling me that you somehow recorded the relay stations for each and every message and phone number? Thats not an easy record to access in the first place.

There are those in this world who can, in fact, easily investigate such information. Even if the telephone companies dont, someone might have recordedno, remembered them all. The detective muttered to himself solemnly.

And before anyone knew it, a girl was standing beside him. A silver-haired girl with an inscrutable expression. Although she looked familiar to the crew somehow, their memories were too hazy to draw from.

The girl went up to the detective and tugged on his sleeve without a word.

Hm? Ah, Watson! Thank goodness youre safe! The detective exclaimed in delight. But instead of celebrating their reunion, the girl called Watson mumbled,

I smell blood from her.

She stared expressionlessly at Juna.

Impossible! I couldnt have gotten blood on myself!

How can you be so sure? Its an interesting expression you used just now. For all you know, you could have cut yourself without noticing, or maybe someones blood splashed onto your back while you were unconscious. Im afraid that I just cant shake the feeling that somewhere deep down, you were certain that you took care not to get any blood on yourself.

The detectives hypothesis was exactly thata hypothesis.

But the confidence backing up his voice was enough to shake Juna.

The police will catch on soon enough. Or perhaps theyre already suspicious of you, and are searching for evidence. But its also true that they havent set a tail on you yetand that is why I came to stop you before you could claim your fourth victim.

Then, he added solemnly,

Although I suppose Im already too late.

As the detective shook his head mournfully, the other crew members stared dubiously at Juna.

You cant possibly believe what this guys She began, astonished, but the others replied,

Im sorry, Juna but we we saw it.

What are you talking about? She asked, empty laughter escaping her lips. One of the crew members, unable to take any more, finally burst out,

We saw your leg stepping on that weird machine and carving out that girls heart!

Silence.

In the world filled with the sound of bats and their flapping wings, the humans were overcome by stillness.

Seconds passed. Juna wiped her face clear of all expression.

All right. I dont get everything, but I guess the cats out of the bag. Im the killer. She said nonchalantly. The crew members exchanged glances, and the cameraman silently turned his lens to Juna.

Several more seconds passed in silence. Then, a hint of a grin rose to Junas confident face.

And so what?

Wha-

Look. Look at whats in front of us. Logic itself is falling to bitsno. Were destroying logic with our own hands. This is no time to be debating whether killing is right or wrong. Forget moralityits not going to help us now!

Juna enunciated clearly, her voice carrying even through the chatter of the bats.

That was how the other crew members knewjudging from their experience on the field, they could see: that the woman before them was in her right mind, and that something had merely been twisted in her heart.

That was how they could tell that she must have been the serial killer.

Whether the crew members trembled or not at the reality of their superiors identity and the juxtaposed fantasy unfolding before them, the detective sighed and took a step toward Juna.

In any case, this place in dangerous. Allow me to escort you to the nearest police station, Mi-

There was a gunshot. A black hole was left in the detectives head.

Dont get in my way. This might be my last chance to meet him.

Wha Whaaaaaaa?!

The crew members screamed in two stages.

The first time, reacting to the man being shot right in front of their eyes.

The second time, reacting to the chilling sight of the mans head transforming into a flock of numerous bats and reforming.

! What are you?!

Because I am just like those beings over there causing the commotion, things like lead bullets logically do not work against me. Im sure some legwork and observation might get you some more information.

Rolling up a crumpled bullet in his hand, the vampire again drew closer to Juna.

But a complicated expression rose to her face as she mumbled,

Why couldnt you have beenhim?

?

What is wrong with this island?! I I was so sure hed come to see me I could finally meet those who werent human but why?! Why not me?!

I dont really understand what youre trying to say, but Ill have to put you under mild subjugation for now. Ill have you addled into turning yourself in to the pol-

At that point, they were assaulted by a terrible gust of wind.

?!

There was an explosive impact as the crew and the detective were flung off their feet. Something must have happened between the black tree and the man resembling the mayor; the screeching of bats and powerful crashes rocked the darkness.

And Juna noticed something.

That the countless arms branching from the tree were lunging straight for her.

And that the silhouette resembling the mayor was fighting against them, defending her.

In the darkness.

Father, how can I become like you?

Through the violent currents bobbed up memories of when he had asked such a question of his father.

He had wondered how his father could always stay calm and composed.

Although Relic was not at leisure to wonder why such a thought came to him at such a time, his fathers words rose up to the surface in the midst of his fury and despair.

[It is a simple matter. All you have to do is set up a table, a chair, and a tea set in your heart.]

I cant do it, Father

A frail voice echoed from within him.

Though Relic had left his entire being to his endless outrage, somewhere in his heart he thought of his normal self complaining to his father.

A table, a chair, and a tea set.

Perhaps they had, at one point, been set up in his heart.

But the one who should have been sitting across that table was gone.

A wave of grief flooded in, crushing his heart.

[Eighty percent of the worlds problems would be solved if every human being on earth became like gentlemen.]

I cant

[Of course, those who subscribe to certain lines of thinking also choose to enter conflict because of their gentleman status. That is a difficult matter indeed, but a true gentleman must accept all situations at hand and smile.]

I cant become like you

[Do you not think so, Relic?]

I cant do it, Father

Relic coldly rejected the voice coming from the depths of his sense of reason.

I want to kill her so much its driving me insane.

Ill kill that woman who murdered Hilda!

He had already found out, after all, from the humans conversation outside.

His bats had a clear view of all 360 degrees around him.

And in one part of that field of vision was the bespectacled woman who killed Hilda.

Relics hazy bloodlust began converging onto a single human being.

It didnt matter to him who the woman was or why she killed Hilda.

It didnt even occur to him to make her die slowly and painfully.

He had to erase her presence from the world as soon as possible.

Relic did not know just what kind of form he was in.

All he did was unleash his power as his emotionsor his instinctsdesired.

But a second before his power reached the woman, he was stopped.

There stood a dhampyr in human form, who looked much smaller than usual.

The man who had punched him in the face earlier that day had returned with a completely different look.

With an anxious yet defiant sneer, the man who had chosen to fight of his own will stood there, ready to take on whatever came his way.

Watt Stalf.

The man Relic had always thought furthest from a gentleman

For a split second in Relics head, the image of Watt overlapped with that of the viscount.

Watt was standing there, not as a vampire,