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No. 108
Ange found herself once again waking up in an unfamiliar environment. The area around her was pitch black, and she couldn’t even see her own hand in front of her. It seemed that she was in the same chair that she had been in when she was watching Bernkastel’s game with Ushiromiya Lion…
Bernkastel’s game…
“Mom, Dad!” Ange yelled into the arena of wherever she was. Her voice hit the walls and started to echo back at her…No, those weren’t echoes; the voice she heard wasn’t even that of her own. It was her mother, Ushiromiya Kyrie.
“I never loved that girl at all.” “Children are nothing but ways to trap a man’s heart.” “I don’t care about Ange.”
Ange started fighting against the chains that continued to bind her to her seat. With the way she was trapped, she wasn’t even allowed to cover her ears. More voices came through the darkness, more gentle voices. She recognized Okonogi and Eva oba-san.
“Eva-san, forgive my insolence, but wouldn’t it be better to put that child in a foster home?”
“Are you questioning my capability as a parent?”
“No, it isn’t that at all, it’s just… relations might be strained between you two. After all, you have both been stressed since that terrible accident. I’m sure you can make a convincing story about why you shouldn’t take care of a ch—“
“Okonogi-san.”
“Yes?”
“I lost everyone that I cared about in that accident. My son, my husband, my entire family. Surely you aren’t suggesting that I just give away the one vital chain I still have to the family that I love. Ange-Chan is a sweet girl. Things will be difficult, but I know that I can get through to her with enough time. I’m prepared to treat that child as my own. She may hate me for it, but I will push her to be the best, for her own sake. I will love—“
“Enough!” Ange said. At once, the voices disappeared, seeming to have taken pity on Ange. But she knew this wasn’t true. That witch wanted her to reflect on this, to think about how horribly she had treated the one person who really cared about her. “Witch of Miracles, Bernkastel! Show yourself!”
A spotlight suddenly flashed on the stage, showing just the witch she was looking for. Ange realized that she was right; she was in the same theatre as before.
“Ange,” Bernkastel said, wearing a smile that made Ange feel uncomfortable. “Sorry to keep calling you on such short notice. I’m glad you could drop in.”
“First you tear me to bits, then make me read, then tear me to bits again! You witches are getting less creative, Bernkastel.”
“So sorry about that. Shall I have the goats eat you alive this time? That would be a finale worthy of the Beatrice of 1998, would it not?”
Ange gritted her teeth. “What purpose do you have? I don’t have anything else to say to you!”
Bernkastel snickered. “Oh? What a rude person you are. First I bring you a gift showing what happened on Rokkenjima, and you call me a liar. But it’s okay, Ange, I’ll forgive you. I’ve even brought you another gift.”
“Another one of your games? I don’t want it. I have no interest in being a witch’s piece anymore!”
“That’s shame. Good thing that it really doesn’t matter what you want. Besides, I doubt you’ll have any objections to this game. Who killed your entire family in 1986? Hasn’t this question plagued you for so long? I’m here to answer that for you.”
“Just like you did last time? Enough. I have no interest in your fakes.”
“Like I said, I wasn’t the game master that time. But now that I am, I’d like to make it up to you. I’ve ordered an investigation to be done in this new world. Because of my miracle, the culprit will surely be found out.”
“Oh really? Who will be there? Your piece, Erika?” I’d hardly call that a proper investigation after what happened to Natsuhi oba-san in the fifth game!” Ange yelled, but Bernkastel didn’t even flinch.
“Yes, of course it would be unfair for that foolish girl to be the detective, although her inclusion is unavoidable, it would seem. But don’t worry. She won’t be fit to call herself the detective. She has been demoted to “the Watson.””
“The idiot friend of the detective,” Ange said. She still didn’t trust Bernkastel, though. “Does that mean Oni-Chan will be the detective of this game, then?”
“That useless piece? Of course not. Just like Erika wouldn’t be for you, Battler wouldn’t be fair to me. He’d refuse to even accuse anybody. Rather, I’ve searched the endless amount of kakera, and found a world that interested me.”
“A world…?”
“Yes, a world that holds a neutral piece. Her name is Amy. By coincidence, she fell off of the cruise ship with Erika after diving into the ocean to save her. Luckily she had enough sense to throw a life-raft into the water.”
Ange growled. “Great, we’re adding even more characters into this tale. How is this about what happens on Rokkenjima at all? What are the chances that she was actually even there on that day?”
“It’s one in…well…The number is long. Even one-hundred pages of text couldn’t contain it. But still, as long as the chance isn’t zero…”
“So she wasn’t there on that day! This tale is useless, all useless!”
“Hardly. Amy will prove to be more useful that he appears, I bet. Besides, she has absolutely no relation to the Ushiromiya family at all. She has never met anyone on that island. She is a perfect neutral piece.”
Bernkastel’s game seemed too good to be true. A competent detective would really find out the truth about what happened on that day? As if, Bernkastel was trying to trick her, she knew it! “If this is all true, then you should be able to summon him here, correct? Then do it.”
“…Certainly.” There was a bright flash of light, as if a bolt of lightning struck within the theatres. Suddenly, a young woman appeared on the stage next to Bernkastel. She looked confused about her location, but did not voice her complaints.
“Amy-san,” Bernkastel said, lightly smiling. “You heard all of that, correct?”
Amy nodded.
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