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　The room is dark and gloomy. There are only a few people present in the large mansion, including the servants. It's nearing twilight and the dusk begins to fall. Even so, the room is unlit and the silence casts a dark shadow.
　A strange smell paralyzed my nose.

　The room is devoid of any signs of disrepair and looks as if many of the people who work here have disappeared en masse.

　The number of servants working here, the number of guards, the total number is said to be close to 100, but even if you looked out the window right now, you wouldn't be able to find a soul.

　This mansion, which is relatively close to Babel, only those who are worthy of the appropriate position are allowed to live here. No, this place had already defined the people who could live here for generations.
　The North Hydrangee, the head of the mansion, had a sad and eerie feel to it.

　A lone figure sat cross-legged on an extravagant chair. The figure slowly fades into darkness as the sun sets, not moving a muscle.

　The man takes his glasses off from behind him, tossing them away as if he's done with them, and opens his mouth in a loud voice.

You looked pretty good.
"You're the one person who would make me look bad...
I can't help it. I'm just a conflict of interest.

　The man came out of the dressing room and frowned at me as he tightened his sash. There were only three of them here, and only two of them were speaking.

'I didn't expect you to be a leader, you're too much of a clown.
It was a great performance. But why don't they ever learn, they never fail me. It looks good on you, Mekhis no, Master Rafsenal.
'You must be joking, it is a stain on my life to take in such foolishness.

　As he uttered this, Mekphis's appearance was Rafcenal himself, and the uselessly heavy clothes he had changed into to be him made him want to take them off as soon as he was done with his business.

　As Mekphis closes the door to the dressing room, a vibration is transmitted and the head of the man in the chair falls to the floor with a rumble. I don't know where the head rolls to, it turns to look at me and stops. The eyes that widened were those of Rafcenal, who had been at the meeting of heads of state just a few days ago.

'Get rid of it quickly, please.
I didn't dislike him in this. ─ I didn't dislike him in this way, he was really easy to deal with, but if you ask me if he's in a new world, I don't hesitate to shake my head. ─ I didn't dislike him for this either, he was really easy to deal with, but if you ask me if I'm in a new world, I don't hesitate to shake my head. So...

　A lecherous light emerged in the darkness, and it was Krokel. His eyes were filled with a clear emerald color, and I could see the faintest of enumerations that could be either patterns or letters carved into the interior. It doesn't give the viewer the emotion of compassion, surely they don't think or feel anything. It was such eyes.

　Crockel lightly opened and closed his right hand with an innocent smile on his mouth and began to make a guffawing fist.

　Then he rolled over, and with that, the body he was sitting on was compressed with a cracking and disturbing sound in the room. Blood is squeezed out like a waterfall on the floor.
　A few seconds later, two spheres of residue rolled down with a thud.

'Yes, cleanup done.'
No, they're just chattering away.
'Oh well, that's okay. At least it's a mercy that he existed. It's all that's left. That's not the point.
This one should be fine. All units should have been notified already. And the appointment of a new governor.
That's good. Very good. There's just too much rubbish in this world. It's getting to the end of its tails, and it needs to be done quickly, yes, quickly.

　Mekhis questioned Crockel, who muttered that to him. There is no need to hurry here. There is no way for anyone to interfere - it's already too late.

''Quickly........''
What's that?

　Crockel pauses to think to Mekphis, who asks the question. It doesn't come out instantly. It's as if he has no memory for what he said.

'Huh?　What's the hurry?
I'm the wrong person to ask.
We've come all the way here and there's supposed to be nothing...

　Mekphis jokingly overflows a sigh as Crockel tilts his head slightly. It's certainly not fun to have more people hindering his noble goal.
　That's for sure. Even if you give a reason for that, it was still uncomfortable, but there's no point in discussing it here, right?

It's a good thing. It's about time.
I think we've arrived.

　When you look out of the rooms of the mansion, a familiar group of people, dressed in black robes, appear in the darkness. At a cursory glance, there must be fifty of them. This is still not much, but even if I were to take them along, it wouldn't be much use to me.

　So, to the new person who has appeared in the corner of the room, Krokel.

''I'll leave this one to you. Go ahead and play along as you see fit.
Duly noted.

　The owner of the voice, who answers that much and gives the impression of being a man, fearlessly, is silent.
　The actors are all in place. The huge brown man who came out at the head of the overhead is the last to arrive, and he looks up at me as if he can't wait for the beastly glare.

''We're all here. Then let's go. Now it's our turn to hunt we'll wait and it will be over soon.

　Crockel's gaze was far away, directed to the outside world, as his hair was scraped back to reveal his twin eyes. The last words uttered were a whisper that no one could hear, and they were not uttered knowingly by him either.

　Then they walked out onto the terrace of the room on the second floor, and Crockel and Mekphis jumped down in high spirits with countless stares. Rows split left and right.

''You mean we can legally go on a rampage?''

　The big man comes up to his side in a single stride, and Hazan rubs his neck with his scarred arm. 'It's going to be the first tingly death match I've had in a long time,' he breathes.

'You won't forget that one, will you?
Hey. I've learned how to use it, just like you said. What's going on?
You'll have to wait until you try it out.

　Hazan pushes a rocky hand over the top of his robe, as if it's plugged into his waist. Mekphis, who walks behind Crockel, frowns and warns him of the harshness of his handling.

''In a manner of speaking, it's the hardest container, but it will crack if you handle it roughly.
I'm sorry about that. I'm starting to feel a little out of control. I've been itching for a few days now.
It's a problem.
Don't worry. We're almost there.

　Crokel's mouth twisted into a grin. He advanced to the center and stopped in his tracks. I can feel the insane gaze of these ruffians without looking around.
　Then he utters the signal for the curtain to open.

We will remake this world of deception and deceit. The first step toward this goal is the hunt for a monster. The darkness will be turned upside down. Let us begin here ... with the purification.

　His scrutinized gaze was set on a protective wall that seemed to look into the distance and separated him from the outside world.