45 Plan A Has Failed, Shift to Plan B (1/2)

The solemn cathedral is illuminated by the warm glow given off by lamps, which causes the scene to seem fantastical, even.

The only person standing here in this cathedral is a stunningly beautiful elf. Her blue eyes are directed at the statue of the hero Olivie, and she is wearing a jet black dress.

The name of that elf who looks like brilliantly shining moonlight within the darkness of night is Alpha.

”All we wish for is the truth.”

It is as if Alpha is talking to the statue.

”Hero Olivie. What is it that you actually did in the Holy Ground? Now truth and lie is mixed together so thoroughly, it is like reading the darkness of history.”

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Then she begins walking, the sound of her high heels reverberating crisply throughout the cathedral. Gradually she approaches something red on the marble ground.

”Archbishop Drake. What was it that you had been hiding? If only your mouth was still functional, then I could have had you answer me.”

The red thing on the marble ground is a large piece of meat covered with blood. What used to be a corpulent man is completely cut up, with not a breath left in him.

The high heels stop right on top of the puddle of blood. The knee length skirt reveals her white, shapely legs.

”Who were you killed by? Who is it that could cut down someone in a position as high as yours?”

The eyes of the archbishop's corpse speaks of the sublimity of the line on the boundary of death. The dark rumors of the archbishop had reached even the royal capital. Yet when someone is being sent over to investigate, he is erased.

”We will await the opening of the door to the Holy Ground tomorrow.”

Alpha gives the statue of the hero Olivie one last glance before turning away. From beyond the doors to the cathedral float voices looking for the archbishop.

Paying them no mind, Alpha opens the doors and strides out. As the sound of high heels gradually fade into the distance, knights surge in as if in exchange.

Though they immediately see the corpse of the archbishop, not a single one of them speak of the golden-haired elf. In fact, not a single one of them had even registered having passed by her.

The only proof that she had been here is the trail of red heel marks stretching off into the depths of a white marble corridor.

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On the night of the eve festival, I am looking down on Lindwurm from the top of a clock tower.

The eve festival hosted the day before the Trial is currently under full swing. Both sides of the city's main street are packed tightly with a huge variety of stalls, and the light of the lamps looks like a river winding into the distance.

Rose apparently has a party with the church. Naturally, she did not invite me. If she did, I would have definitely declined though.

With the wind ruffling my hair, I smile.

I love scenes like this where a character looks down at the city and the people and all that from a high place like this. All the more so when the stage is night and there's something actually happening down under my eyes.

”So it's started...”

So I mutter on the spur of the moment.

”So this... is the choice of that side...”

(T/N: This is the choice of Steins Gate...)

Then this is the part where I abruptly narrow my eyes.

”In that case, we shall resist.”

I change into the figure of Shadow in an instant.

”For we cannot condone this...”

Then I jump into the night. My jet black longcoat flutters, and I clinch the landing.

Here is an alleyway removed from all the ruckus of the eve festival. In front of me is a man who has his face hidden behind a mask.

I have been following this guy with my eyes ever since he had left the church in a really suspiciou manner. I bet he's a thief.