In a small town far from the royal capital of Ruvelargan, a caravan of merchants with their mercenary guards has arrived.

　In Rouvelargan, a territorial dispute is currently raging among the three major dukes.
　In the midst of this situation, a group of looters called the Red Runners have become a problem in the country.
　However, some merchants still come to Ruvel Argan to stock up on goods.
　It is because of the special ore that comes from the Prison Tower in the capital.
　This special ore is a source of great profit.

　Ruvelargan is also famous for its many disputes between nobles.
　Even more so since the end of the imperial threat, small and medium-sized conflicts have been rife in the country.

　The War God King who governs this country places great value on the winners.

　Depending on the circumstances, the king's divine punishment unit may be dispatched, but basically, arbitration from the royal capital is rare.
　Perhaps because of this national character, many of the aspiring mercenaries on the continent tread on the land of Ruvellargan.
　As a result, the number of mercenaries who were accustomed to warfare increased, and the merchants were able to choose excellent and skilled mercenaries.

　That's why the merchants who came to this town also seemed to have hired a fairly skilled mercenary army.
　But there was a group that attacked the merchants.
　It is the Red Runners.
　I've been told by some rumors that the Red Runners were so vicious that the Divine Punishment Squad moved in.

''Hmmm, I see.......so that's how it is.

　Zemeckis Angren snapped the neck of the man in the gazebo lightly as he leaned over the railing.
　The man, whose face was pale, convulsed as he blew blood bubbles.
　The man immediately stopped moving.
　Why did he kill him?
　It was because he had gotten information about the recent situation in the country of Ruvel Argan, the troopers and mercenaries in town, and the Red Runners, and he was no longer useful.
　When you are no longer needed, you kill them.
　We don't kill him while he's useful to us.
　It's as simple as that.

　Zemeckis looked under the watchtower.
　The blond man who claimed to be the head of the mercenary group was dead.
　His face was caved in.
　It looked like he was already dead.
　That man.........I'm sure he provocatively called himself a holy warrior just now, but is a holy warrior such a weak thing?
　Zemeckis suddenly remembered a certain woman.
　When was it?
　That red-eyed woman must have claimed to be a holy warrior, too.
　As I recall, she said she was the vice-chairman of the Holy Tree Order.
　She was the woman who injured them with a magic technique that was difficult for the technique to work on, so she is still in my memory.
　The way she died is also burned into my memory.
　Even the eldest of the four Anglen brothers would occasionally mention that woman's name.
　It was rare for that eldest son to mention a person from his past.
　He must have been very happy to have been hurt.

　Zemeckis looked at the man looking down at the corpse in front of him.
　The man who kicked the former holy warrior out of the way was a man the size of Erathal, wearing a black tube cap.

　Emotionless eyes.
　Black circles underneath them.
　A stern face.
　Black hair growing out from under the tube cap.
　A diagonal cross scar that runs from his forehead to under his eyes.

　The eldest of the four Anglen brothers - he was Beshgam Anglen.

　Zemeckis looked up.
　He could hear screams from a distance as he continued to stand from earlier.
　Apparently the third son, Masso, and the fourth son, Soni, were in the middle of the fun.
　Zemeckis jumped down from a gazebo the size of a ten lartar and landed dangerously.

'Did you have a good time, brother?'
It's garbage.

　Without changing his expression, Beshgam spat it out.
　'As usual.

'Hi, hi.'

　A dozen minutes ago, the carriage was reduced to an unremarkable sight by a blow from Beshgam.
　The two merchants, surrounded by the corpses of the escorting mercenaries, were trembling in front of them.
　The two men thrust their hands into the ground and bowed their heads as Beshgam turned his attention towards them.

'Forgive me!　We'll give you all the goods!　No, no, no, take all your money, please!　So please, let me save my--oh!

　Gulp.
　A foot of fleshy beshgum crushed the merchant's head on the right side.
　The merchant next to him, pouting, seems to have realized what just happened after a beat.
　He shuddered even more, and the roots of his teeth didn't meet and began to click and purr.
　His piss was slowly seeping between his legs.

'We are equals,'

　His sinister twin eyes looked down at the merchant, the one that Beshgam had survived.

'Biyobi, Hei, etc...?　What, what, what, what, what, is going to help, help, help--

　Bunch.
　Beschgum swung his leg out of the way in a sideways nudge.
　The other merchant's neck bone snapped in an impossible direction.
　The surviving one, the merchant who had survived, died in an instant.

'We are equals,'

　Again, as if to remind him, Beshgam said.
　Equality - that's the belief of the four brothers, or rather, of the eldest son, Beshgam.

'We will slaughter,'

　Beshgam grabbed the merchant's chest, which should have already been a motionless lump of flesh, and pulled him toward himself.

We kill all equally, the strong and the weak. There is no discrimination. We kill. That is the reason for our existence. This is not a preference but a duty. Therefore, we must kill. This is the same as a man eating, sleeping and reproducing. We kill. We have undertaken the role of killing. Yes - we ourselves have a role to play, and we undertake it.

　I said as if tapping into that.

'It's not like there aren't exceptions, though,'

　Zemeckis took out one of the doto sticks and put it in his mouth.
　A doto stick is the name of a thin stick-shaped delicacy as long as your pinky finger.
　It is resilient and oozes a unique taste of honey when chewed hard.
　It was carved out of the Steller's sea lion tree, which grows densely in the northern part of the Ruvelargan, and then processed.

'You haven't killed anyone yet today, have you?

　Beshgam's voice contained a thorn in his side.

'I've been hiding in the gazebo, you know. Hmm, well, it can't be helped. With our appearance, 'the four of us'..............it's not good, right?

　Four of you are not good.

　What does this mean?
　The problem is that when people see the four brothers, they immediately think of them as the Four Deadly Disasters.
　The names and faces of each of the four brothers are not so well known, but it seems that all four of them are unusually well known as the "Four Deadly Disasters.
　Therefore, if you see this group of four ominous-looking people, some of you will probably associate them with the Four Deadly Disasters.
　It would be easy to chase them down and kill them, but as expected, it would be troublesome to be able to suddenly scatter and escape.
　So, at some point, Zemeckis and the others began to adjust the number of people and embark on the killing spree.
　So Zemeckis was taking care not to expose himself to the public while he sat on the observation platform, taking care not to be seen.

　Beshgam Angren, the eldest of the four Angren brothers.
　He is an extremely impassive man.
　Even his brother Zemeckis has seen him smile only twice.

　The first time was when he said, 'Why is there such a weakness in such and such a place?' and crushed his own testicles.
　After crushing them, Beshgam grinned with a grin, sweat pouring down his face and muttered, 'Now I'm stronger than ever.

　The second time was when he put a scratch on his own forehead.
　The large diagonal cross that ran across Beshgam's forehead was a scar he had inflicted on himself.
　The young man complained, 'Why doesn't anyone hurt me?' and gave himself a scar on his forehead.
　As I recall, it was the Holy Magic Sword that he used at that time.
　However, the enormous amount of magic element that was poured into the sword exceeded the sword's capacity, although the holy magic sword used at that time was shattered.
　It was then.
　It was when Beshgam smiled again.
　He smiled a mischievous smile and said.

I have decided to pray to myself now.

　Since then, Beshgam has gained faith in
　To himself.

'Look, Zemeckis,'

　Zemeckis, who had been thinking about the past, said to Beshgam.

'We're shit,'

　Beshgam grabbed the back of Zemeckis' head and maneuvered him towards himself.

''Well I've heard that one before.
"We're going to spread it around. No--

　Without moving a single eyebrow, Beshgam says with a straight face.

'Myself, spreading out.'
"I just don't want to have to deal with the whole "shit" thing. And you spread it around.
We defile the world with the filth of slaughter. We defile the world with the filth of slaughter. And when the purification is finished, we defile it again. We defile it and defile it and defile it all. But there is an order to things. Purification, we, purification, we, purification, we. If you're clever, you understand that, don't you?
Yeah, it's pretty obvious. It's so obvious, you can't even think twice about it.
We exist and we kill.
You don't have to worry so much about it.

　Zemeckis took one look at the carriage, which was barely in its original form.

'I know, I know,'

　Zemeckis nodded, but sighed inwardly.
　And his brother was still the same, he thought.
　No one could understand him.
　They had shared their lives together for so long, even if they were blood brothers.

　Zemeckis walked away, raggedly scratching his head.
　Then he kicked away the wreckage of the destroyed carriage.

''Hii~!''

　Exposed space.
　There, the breathless survivors of the squadron merchants had grown smaller and shivered.
　Zemeckis already knew that there were survivors here.

''That's too bad, huh?''
ohhhhh...

　The man crawled out of the gap on the opposite side of the room where Zemeckis was, and he made his escape.

'Let's get away,'

　Beshgam's voice.

'You won't get away with it,'

　Zemeckis stroked his neck, feeling the pleasant taste of Steller's Nectar spreading in his mouth.

'It looks like we're all done over there, too.

　It was then.



　I saw an object flying towards me, drawing a parabolic line in the sky and roaring.
　It was my third son, Masso.

''--Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
What?

　A man who was about to cross the street stopped dead in his tracks.
　And then - the sole of Masso's shoe caught the man in the face.

'Shhh, ah, raaahhh!

　The head of the man who fell backwards was used as a foothold, and with a thud, Masso landed on his feet.
　I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I'm not the only one.
　You can't help but admire that leaping ability, which is outstanding among the four brothers.
　How could that giant body be able to jump like that?
　The human body is a terrifying thing, Zemeckis thinks.
　As the corners of his mouth hung up and bared his teeth, Masso let his signature laugh escape through the gaps in his teeth.

'Ja, sha sha sha, sha sha sha.'

　The man's head was like crushed fruit as he tried to escape.
　After landing, Masso pulled his foot off the man and began to examine the soles of his shoes crudely.

'Geez!　This is disgusting.........and these shoes have to be replaced. I liked them quite a bit. You shouldn't have stepped on them with such force.

　Zemeckis gave Beshgam a look.

'Nah?'

　Beshgam's mouth snapped up and he fell silent.
　Leaving his brother, who seemed to be at the height of his callousness, Zemeckis asked his brother.

'So, how was it over there?　What was it called.........the Red Runners?　Sounds like a pretty good deal.
Hmm?　Ah ... those guys. The guy who was called the master or something like that was a famous former gladiator in the Empire or something, but he was a small fry without distortion. Well, the rest of the guys are the same as usual.

　The 'as usual' that Masso spoke of would mean 'as if I wasn't dealing with it'.

　The depressed little eyes.
　The eyes are always glaring, as if in pursuit of their prey.
　The inverted blonde hair.
　A wide, muscular, huge body.
　His neatly sprouted white, sharp teeth.

　He is Masso Angren, the third son of the four Angren brothers.

　He refers to himself as 'Lowly Evil'.
　Once, Masso was a

I'm not very good with high-mindedness like my brothers. That's why I hurt people who are offended, and if I find a good woman, I rape her, even if it means forcing her to do it. Of course, if there's something I want, I rob it. Well, I guess I'm just a person who's lust for the so-called "little scoundrels" has grown to the point where it's all over the place.

　He said.
　Zemeckis couldn't say anything to this, as he was able to analyze himself.

　However, there are people other than his brothers that he cannot kill.

　This was when Masso was still a boy.
　As a young boy, Masso first tried to kill thirty human beings, and then he killed thirty men.
　Then he killed thirty men only, and thirty women only.
　Then he killed thirty men, and thirty women.
　But not for a moment did he feel guilty.
　Masso put his head in his hands and cried out.

'Oh, what a lowly man I am!　Surprise!　It's not as if the guilt doesn't wash over me!

　However.
　The next time he tried to kill thirty children alone.

　He couldn't kill one of them.

　Even if he tried to kill them, he couldn't.
　When he put the child in front of him to kill him, suddenly Masso was unable to move.
　He tried to kill another child, but the result was the same.
　He still gets stuck.
　That night, Masso cried and swelled up.
　No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't understand why he couldn't kill it.

I'm not even capable of killing one of the kids!　That's because I'm vulgar!

　And he is still unable to kill the child.
　It would be nothing if he didn't intend to kill them, but the moment he does, he can't move.
　Moreover, he can't even tolerate the sight of his brother killing his children.
　He cannot even tolerate the sight of his brother killing a child.

I'm sure all the guilt I feel when I kill other people has gone to the kid," says Masso. It's my lowliness.

　God only knows if the speculation is true or not.
　What is certain, however, is that Masso cannot kill a child.

　From across the street, I saw a tall man running with an armful of something in his arms.
　It was his fourth son, Soni.
　Soni showed him what he was holding in his arms with a glowing look on his face, out of breath.

'Look at you, brother!　Look!

　It was a lot of raw heads.

'Brother Beshgam!　We've all played and killed each other properly, except for the little ones!　Well that's my medal.

　With a twinkle in her eye, Soni looks down at the raw neck in her arms.

'You did well, Soni.'

　Beshgam complimented Soni.

'Ehehe ... yes!　I tried to do my best.　I worked really, really hard!

　With a ticklish smile, Soni tossed the raw head to the ground.
　As if to say that she had already lost interest in the loot.

'But still, humans and sub-humans are so funny!　Everyone reacts a little differently!　It's the best!　Humans and sub-humans are the best toys, dang it!　It's amazing, humans and sub-humans....
But you don't care about men or women, you know. You're just a kid. Shasta.

　Masso laughs.

'No!　It's all the same toy!　Yeah, so I'm equal!

　Ehem, said Soni proudly, puffing out her chest.

　The long hair that grows as long as it can.
　The eyes which peep out from between the hair are innocent.
　Unusually long limbs.
　Taller than two lattars.

　He is the fourth son of the four Anglen brothers, Soni Anglen.

　If the third son, Masso, is "lowly evil," then the fourth son, Soni, may be called "pure evil.
　Soni has stopped growing spiritually at some point.
　Soni was always looking for something to play with.
　She kills and plays with innocence.
　She doesn't see killing as a bad thing.
　She is purely amused.
　It's plain evil, or maybe it is.

　Only - oh my God - Soni can't kill a child.
　In Soni's case, it's more like Soni is frightened to try to kill it.
　Soni said that she is afraid of killing the child.
　She doesn't know why, she said.
　She said she just feels an irresistible sense of sadness.
　Soni herself once said

"I can't toy with them and I don't know why I can't toy with little kids and I don't know why I can't toy with them either.

　He said in a trembling voice with tears streaming down his face.

'Hmm?'

　Suddenly, Zemeckis noticed that Soni had a cut around the arm of her dress.

'What happened to that cut?'

　The wound he looked at had turned a light purple color.
　Soni looked down once at the wound on her arm and then shouted pleasantly.

'Yes, this is poison!　The woman in the Red Runners, er, the woman who said she was a former assassin who was active in the Empire or something, was painting a knife!　As I recall............................hammer poison, as they say!
"Shasta, of all things, Hammerstein's poison.

　Masso looks at Beshgam with amusement.
　And everyone's faces become expressions of remembrance of the past.
　Zemeckis misses it, too.

　--Poison, huh?

　Poison.
　It had been a good plaything for the four young brothers.
　When was it?
　If memory serves, it was when they were children.

　The first thing they would do was to put the deadly poison and antidote on the table.
　Then they would take the poison and at the moment of death they would drink the antidote.

　Such a game was once popular among the four of them.
　When my eldest son, Beshgam, who had taken the famously deadly poison, twitched violently with the antidote in his hand, his face turned purple and he didn't move, I laughed hysterically with Masso and Soni.
　That beshgum is going to lose to the poison, I thought.
　But in the end, no one died from this game.
　And gradually everyone got tired of playing with poison (incidentally, the next game was a technical war game).

　Before we knew it, we found ourselves in a body that was immune to poisoning.
　Had our bodies developed a tolerance to it?
　Or was our constitution originally less effective against poison?
　I don't know why.
　However, Zemeckis thinks.
　All four of us were young at the time.
　Zemeckis is filled with emotion.

It's a good thing that you're not going to have to worry about it.

　I can't even remember how old we are.
　I wonder how old we are now.
　Since when ... I've stopped counting my age.
　Well, I don't need to be reminded of it.
　I don't feel like I'm going to die.
　The only thing firmly ingrained in me is the pecking order of the four brothers.

　As Beshgam said the other day.

"Perhaps we are on the verge of becoming the final frontier of humanity.

　However, that doesn't change what we do.
　What we are doing, so to speak, is killing as a matter of duty.
　So to speak, we are killing as a matter of duty.
　At the end of the day, the four brothers and sisters don't have a solid "objective".
　They just want to kill as long as the "means" is killing.
　And when they can kill, they are obligated to do so, and when they need to go to sleep, they go to sleep.
　That's all.

　The four Anglen brothers are a community of destiny.
　The four of them together are the concept and phenomenon of the 'Four Anglen Brothers'.
　Or so Zemeckis thinks.
　If one of them is missing, then and only then will the spell be broken, he thinks.
　Currently, though, I can't imagine a situation where one person is missing.

　At that time.

By the way, if you're hiding in there, how come you're alive?

　Masso glanced into the alleyway between the buildings.
　Behind a pile of crates.
　There, there was a sign of a person.

"Hey, come out quickly, or I'll hurt you good and then I'll kill you.　Come out.

　Masso calls out.
　A girl not yet old enough to have appeared, looking frightened.
　She held the flimsy doll in her arms as she squirmed and hugged it.
　Her face was stained with fear.

'I forgive you, sir.

　The girl's eyes were filled with tears that threatened to spill over.

"Don't kill me........please.
Oh, I'm just a kid, brother!
d*mn.........a kid? All right, all right. Okay, go ahead and get out of here. Oh, and don't trip over the dead bodies at your feet.　It's not safe.

　Zemeckis sighed.
　His expression didn't move, but he could see that Beshgam was annoyed.

　Beshgam Angren.
　He is the only one of the four brothers who can kill a child.

　Yes.
　In fact, Zemeckis can't kill a child either.

　Zemeckis Angren is the second son of the four Angren brothers, Zemeckis Angren.
　The reason why Zemeckis can't kill a child is obvious, unlike Masso and Soni.
　The reason is because he feels sorry for them.
　Because it hurts his heart.
　Zemeckis thinks it's a perfectly normal reason.
　It's usually wrong for a child to die when it's still immature.
　That's all.

　But, Zemeckis wondered.
　Aside from himself, why can't Masso and Soni kill their children?
　Zemeckis thought about it.
　Finally, one day he came to a conclusion.
　A young child may not be a 'person' yet because their humanity is underdeveloped, he thought.

　Yes.

　A child is not a person.

　Therefore, a child is not a person.

　Killing an infant is not murder.

　If it is.

　The four Anglen brothers exist to slaughter people.
　But if they cannot recognize an infant as a human being, it is only natural that they cannot kill it.
　In other words, they cannot be recognized as objects of slaughter.

　Masso does not feel guilty about killing people.
　But he does not feel guilty about killing a baby.
　But he feels guilty about killing her because she is not a "person", isn't she?

　It's the same with Soni.
　He enjoys toying with people, but he is not a "person".
　He enjoys toying with people, but a child who is not a person cannot be toyed with.

　Masso and Soni have love and compassion for everything that is not a man, but for everything that is not a man.
　Non-human things have love and mercy.
　Hence, they cannot be 'killed' by them.
　They have no reason to kill them.
　In other words, they are kind.
　They are normal human beings.

　--perfect, reason.

　Finally, Zemeckis discovered the perfect reason within himself.
　By this reason, he found that his three brothers, including himself, were still normal.
　But Beschgum is different.
　He is completely deviant.
　Of the four brothers, heterogeneous.
　Even when they told him why they couldn't kill their own infants, Beshgam was

That doesn't make any sense. You're the one who's the craziest of us all.

　He was easily cut off.
　Silly, Zemeckis thought.
　The crazy thing is--.

　You could kill an infant, the Beshgam.

　Look, now, right now--
　Beshgam took a step toward the girl.

'Then I'll kill her.'

　--killing an infant is crazy.

　Ugh, the girl pulled back her upper body.
　Her knees are laughing in horror.
　And then Beshgam takes a step forward.
　Then.

We can't let you through here, Beshgam.
No, brother Beshgam.

　Three brothers, including Zemeckis, stood in front of Beshgam.
　The air was tense.

'Move.'

　Beshgam paid his hand to his side.

'Beshgam,'

　Zemeckis called out.

''Indeed, my brother is strong. I'm sure he's the strongest of the four brothers. But hey, if it takes the three of us, we can probably surpass him.

　A touch.
　The sensation of all the hairs on my body that I hadn't remembered in a long time standing against me.
　Even if that's the case, we can't pull back.
　We can't let them kill a young child who has already entered our sight.
　Beshgam stared at his brothers for a while.
　And.

It's...

　With one cluck of the tongue, Beshgam turned on his heel.

"I'm going back ahead of you. That woman you saved your life.

　He glared at the girl with his deadly eyes and left, kicking the corpses lying everywhere as if he were taking it out on her, and then he left.

'Eh, Emily!'

　A couple of what appeared to be a married couple rushed out from behind the building.
　Probably the girl's parents.
　They must have been unable to stand still.
　The couple holds the girl as if to protect her.
　They stared at Zemeckis and the others, despite their fright.

　Zemeckis spun around.
　Then he went to the broken troop merchant's carriage and grabbed a small bag of gold and a backpack of food.
　He also mended two slender swords from the mercenary's corpse, then stripped the relatively blood-stained clothes from the townspeople's corpses.
　Zemeckis returned to the father and son and held them out.

'With all this money, you could live for a while. You can take this food with you, too.

　His father looks up at Zemeckis, stunned.

'Oh, um...'

　Zemeckis held out two swords.

'If you are attacked by a wildling on the road, use these swords to protect the girl. You'll be a dead man. Also, you'll need to wear these clothes. If you wear these bloody clothes and say, 'I'm running away from the Four Deadly Disasters', they will hesitate a little.
Ha, ha.
Oh, don't get me wrong, okay?

　Zemeckis pointed to the girl clinging to her mother.

'This is all for that child,' said Zemeckis. If it wasn't for that child, you would all be dead now.

　The girl's parents did as they were told and changed into their blood-soaked clothes.
　Then they were seen off by Zemeckis and the others and left the town with a look of abandonment on their faces.
　The look on their faces was one that I couldn't understand.

I don't know if you're okay, those parents.

　After looking away from the father and son with a worried murmur, Zemeckis turned his attention to the glowing objects around the wreckage of the carriage.
　A piece of trade goods.
　Gleaming furnishings.
　Made of silver.
　Gold.
　Crystal.
　Zemeckis went into a back alley and picked up a tub of sewage.
　He went to the vicinity of the carriage again.
　Then he dumped the contents of the sludgy vat onto the sundry items.
　The sewage seems to be a mixture of mud and dead insects.

　Zemeckis's mouth relaxes.
　A beautiful piece of furniture is stained with sewage.
　Unable to resist in any way.

'Excellent.'

　Zemeckis whispered in a whispered voice.
　It was then that he noticed a rectangular something wrapped in a cloth that had fallen nearby.

'Hmm?　What is it?

　I pick it up and untie the cloth.

'Oh...?'

　Apparently, the contents were like a painting.

'A portrait, huh...?
What is it?

　Masso approaches with interest.

'This is--'

　　　　　　　　　　*

　The four brothers had gathered at the tavern for a drink.
　It was to discuss future plans.
　After walking away, it seems that Beshgam had extracted a lot of information from the people he had kept alive.

''Rubel Argan is currently experiencing several conflicts within the country and its royal capital seems to be in some kind of turmoil these days.
You hear a lot of rumors that the reason the country is like this is because it has lost the blessings of the god of war.
I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this in the future. And recently, a strange man has appeared in the imperial branch of the city and robbed them of their money and valuables. I've been told that when he escaped, he single-handedly killed three hundred imperial soldiers.
One man, three hundred?

　Soni's eyes lit up.

'Great, great!　Let's find that guy, brother Beshgam!
But I don't know where he is. But that man, for a mere thief, is a bit odd, but...

　Beshgam snorted.

'Well, let's see what we can do about it.
I'm favoring Renowthred.

　It was Masso who said and stood up.

'You're a Renowthread?'
I'd rather be in Christophia, the capital.
King's Landing... and I'm surprised you even mention the details of the place. Is there a reason?
I need to find this guy.

　Masso placed the painting propped up at his side on the table.
　Beshgam squinted at him.

'Who are you?'
She's the daughter of a noble family, the Earl of Arclight or something. I think her name is--

　Masso checks the back of the painting.

'Cecily Arkwright.'

　On the back of the painting, the names of the people and other information were written on it.
　That was confirmed earlier by Zemeckis as well.
　Beshgam folds his arms.

'Is that what you want?'
Yeah, I want it.

　Masso nodded.
　It was ruthlessly rare for him to show an obsession with a particular person.

'What's your opinion?'

　Beshgam asked Zemeckis for his opinion.

'Hmm?　Isn't that okay?

　As he says it, Zemeckis turns his gaze to the painting of Cecily Arkwright.
　When he first saw that portrait.
　As expected of Zemeckis, she couldn't help but gasp.

　Pale graduated hair.
　Eyes like a clear blue sky with no clouds in it.
　Skin as white as virgin snow.
　The elegance and nobility that oozed from her.
　Above all, she has a beauty that is uncommon and can be called extraordinary.

　Zemeckis thought.
　If this woman is real--

　I want to see the spirit crushed.
　I want to see faces plunged into despair.

　I would like to see a shining thing dulled and defiled.
　I want to see something that seems to have no connection with despair despair.　

　Yes, this is a natural human desire.
　This is a natural human desire.
　A normal function of the heart.
　Zemeckis thinks to himself, how weak it is.
　Even though he is the second son of the four scourges that people are afraid of--

　--really, that's decent.

　Beshgam looked at Masso, his chair creaking.

'But that portrait it's hardly a creditable one, is it?　This Cecily Arkwright thing is an aristocrat, right?　The aristocrats would have you painted many times more beautiful than you actually looked. It is highly likely that the real thing is not the same as the painting.

　Certainly there is no denying that Beshgam's words are undeniable.
　It's very possible that the person who painted it has been corrected.
　I'm sure it's beautiful, but I think it's too frivolous, as expected.
　However, it is also true that the paintings have a mysterious appeal that makes me want to find out if they are real or not.
　Is it because of the realism of the picture?
　There is something about them that makes you think they might be there.
　It may be that the artist is simply a good artist.

　And it seemed that Masso wanted to check it out as well.

Shascha, if I don't see it, I'll just kill you right then and there. And besides, what does it matter what we want, right?

　'Hmph,' sniffs Beshgam at Masso's question.

'Yeah, that's right,'

　Beshgam stood up and drank the contents of the liquor bottle in one go.
　Then he wiped the remaining liquor on his mouth with the sleeve of his clothes.
　No matter how much he drank, it didn't show on his face at all.
　He never even got drunk.

'Well, let's make the woman a means to an end this time. Okay, it's decided. Our next killing field will be the Kingdom of St. Renowthred.

　Beshgam throws the liquor bottle at him.
　The liquor bottle, slammed against the wall, popped to pieces.

'King's Landing, Christophia shall be.'