— That’s Deculein. You’re watching him too.0

Concealed in the highlands, not far from Vahalla, Ellie scratched her head as she watched Elesol’s sign language flow like silent whispers carried by the wind.1

"... Yes, I see him. Perhaps he is not in the best of moods today—"0

Slap—!0

Elesol slapped Ellie's arm.0

“Ouch, that hurt…” Ellie muttered, wincing with a slight pout.0

— Just because someone is not in the best of moods, does that justify them going around and blowing people to pieces as they please?0

"… That’s not what I meant," Ellie muttered, lowering her eyes to the land stretching far below.0

Even to the Scarletborn, Vahalla was a troublesome city. Its inhabitants were all heretics who worshipped the Altar, making them a thorn in their side. That was why Ellie and Elesol had been dispatched—to remove them from the equation.0

— This isn't the first time Deculein has shown such cruelty.0

Beneath the desert sands, Elesol constructed a prison for the Scarletborn, a place meant to hold the heretics of the Altar away from the rest of the world.0

"But there are no gas chambers in Roharlak. If anything, that proves the Professor has kept his word," Ellie replied.0

— ... That’s enough. You’re no different from...0