Guillotine Boy

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Guillotine! Put 'em on the guillotine!

Be beheaded and know the evil you have done up to now!

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Guillotine! Guillotine! Guillotine! Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!

...Whoa. You seemed to be having a nightmare. What happened?

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Maybe you dreamed about me? Really, I was just recalling the past now, too.

...My life is a repeat of what you saw. There are no regrets. None obviously.

I mean, an executioner wielding a sword with regret would be something below a packhorse.

I send criminals to heaven, without an instant of pain, to enable them to travel freely to their death.

Executioners are the blades of the state at all times. It wouldn't work any other way.

This is because the law can be bent at any time. If it declares a criminal innocent, that's fine too.

They merely slipped through a loophole of the law. As long as nobody gives up, the criminal will still be punished someday.

Butthe law punishes the innocent at times. This was especially prominent in the French Revolution.

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That's right.

...Their crime, if any, was being born.

That child died simply because he served a man that should be executed.

Considering that, though there still are loopholes, the fact that the act of punishing the innocent has became rare

should be something welcomed.

...Oh, sorry. I apparently disturbed your slumber.

I pray that you have sweet dreams. Well, good night.

Oh, is it Mash and Master? What happened?

...That's right. It's definitely strange here. It looks like... France, but not the Paris I grew up in.

I can't specify the place. It appears that I can't communicate with the Doctor either.

We may have been flown off to another era during the Rayshift.

Let's ask what's going on in the city, first.

There may be a Singularity, and we may be able to return if we fix that.

Fou!

Oh, you're here, too? ...Yeah, it's as you say, Mash.

Let's move onward, Master. We just might find something.

H-Help...

Quiet! You're guilty! Proceed with the execution!

What'd you say...You stop it. It's impossible to have an execution without a trial!

Sanson!?

Who're you? You, a townsman, dare to defy us!?

Gosh. These uneducated morons! I shall execute you, in the name of the King.

...What...!?

No need for excuses. We shall judge you!

...Right. How lucky. You said excuses are useless, and there's no room for discussion, right?

"Thanks for making this easy for me." I feel like my soul is defiled simply by talking to you.

Permission to fight, Master. I'll ask these soldiers where the true crime lies.

We're good. They are unable to fight for now. Let's free the citizens at once.

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...Be that as it may, the law is the law. The area should be arranged for an execution, at least.

Not believing their innocence while helping them... I must say I feel quite contradictory.

Ugh...!

So we're done with all executions, right?

Not yet. You still have this child.

Uuh...

That's enough.

...Why do you stop us?

...er! It's obvious, isn't it!

That's not the law or an execution! Just one-sided, unreasonable slaughter!

You were involved, too, weren't you? Charles-Henri Sanson.

...What...!?

Right. You're in no position to say that.

In the name of the King. In the name of the government.

How many men did you kill? How many men did you punish?

...There were many innocent people among them, I bet.

Stop...Stop!!

IT IS YOUR FAULT!

(Panting...)

Sanson...

...I know. I do know. I know that!

But, execution and murder are different! No, they have to be different!

Well, can you explain the difference?

...Er!? Are youme?

Am I you?

You became a Servant. Do you kill somebody with your own free-will?

Or will you obey your Masterconform to the law, and execute someone?

I am... I am...

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Master...

This man was once greatly confused in France, and murdered many men.

How can you say he won't follow the same path again?

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...Master...

If you're going to go that far, Master, I shall put that resolve to the test.

Whether or not "Sanson" can truly overcome it!

...Hmph. You're that determined, Master?

That's fine, then. Though I have yet to assess whether I can place my blade of trust with you

First, let's show you what I can do as an executioner.

Hey there. Were you dreaming?

...Probably. I was dreaming myself.

...Still no end to my worries. No, my agony haunts me even now, after death.

Nevertheless, I offer my strength to you for believing in me then.

Because that's all that I can do now