Section 13 (3/3) Super Recollection Quest

...Here we are.

Fujimaru, would you mind pulling your hood lower to hide your face? One cannot be too careful, after all.

I'll just go ahead and use my spirit form, then.

It does seem lively here, despite the late hour.

It would be much easier to acquire information if Patxi were still here with us...

...but since he isn't, the best we can hope to do is eavesdrop. Wait just a moment, please.

Oh, sure. ...Um, may I ask why you're putting your hand up to the wall?

Why, to eavesdrop, of course.

The Tsar's

Long live the Tsar!

The Oprichniki killed

Not enough Demonic Beast leather

There's a monster

I've been hearing strange sounds lately

Speaking of sounds, the Tsar

...not joking! He said he saw an old-fashioned human with his own eyes!

(...Ah. Here we are.)

Said they were at the old church! You know, the one up north!

If we beat them, we've still got a shot at winning...!

Don't be stupid. Even if that's true, we're talking about someone the Oprichniki take orders from!

We can't possibly beat someone like that! Nothing good can come from defying the Tsar!

Don't give me that crap now! I'm sick of the damn Tsar!

He pawns everything off on the Oprichniki, and when HE goes out on his own, all he does is wipe another village or town off the map!

And when he's not doing that, he doesn't even TRY to help us! WE'RE the ones who built this city! The Tsar didn't do shit!

Yeah, but so what? You know how strong the Tsar is!

...!

...That's what it all comes down to in the end. We know that in our bones.

There's not a single thing we can do in the face of such monstrous power...

...The only hope we've got is that he doesn't wake up.

As long as he stays asleep, we can manage to get by.

...Damn the Oprichniki. They're nothing but the Tsar's dogs!

Do we have no choice...but to kowtow to them...?

...There we go.

I just learned that a mysterious Servant is supposedly staying at an old church.

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All I did was apply my golem spell in a different manner.

In truth, the technique does not lend itself very well to finding specific information. It was simply good fortune that I happened to find what we sought.

That alone demonstrates how many Yaga are talking about this. In any case, shall we pay this church a visit?

...So this is the church. I don't detect any movement around there...

Indeed. Nor do I see anything out of place that a Servant might have left behind.

Same here. It just looks like an ordinary neglected church.

What do you think, Holmes? I imagine a detective of your caliber may find something we cannot.

Well, it's a bit difficult to get a clear picture over the monitor, but...

...yes, I do see signs that a Servant was here.

It seems the Servant in question used this church as a base of operations.

I believe this place served a similar function to a Caster's workshop. He must have felt very much at home.

Well ain't that something. You really are a great detective.

That was MY analysis at work, thank you very much! All Holmes did was look at the summary!

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Drat. I've been found out. I suppose I got a bit carried away.

I'm afraid I've been under a great deal of stress lately, since I haven't been able to make many biting deductions. Hahaha, I do apologize.

Hmph, that's rich coming from you, Detective Happy-Go-Lucky. As if you've ever had a stressful day in your life.

You wound me, Goredolf.

There are some mysteries that simply cannot be solved. That alone is a great source of stress for me.

Very well then, if the Servant is staying here, why don't we wait for him to return?

I agree with Avicebron, Master. It must have been exhausting, coming all this way in only two days.

This seems like a good opportunity to rest up, and I urge you to take it.

These benches may not make for the most comfortable of beds, but I suspect they will be considerably better than simply sitting down.

Then by all means, get as much rest as you can.

Of course, Master. I'll wake you up if anything happens.

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No way. You really have NO idea? Never mind their magecraft alignments! You don't even know their NAMES?

You're kidding! I didn't know you were so coldhearted, Fujimaru!

In that case, you really can't blame them if they wake up pissed off at you, can you? After all...

...you stole everything from them. Their jobs...their purpose...even their place at Chaldea.

Come now. You really don't know?

All the miracles you performed are about to be destroyed at the hands of the very paragon of mediocrity.

...ster! Master!

Are you all right, Master? You looked like you were having a nightmare...

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Thank goodness. For a moment, I was afraid one of your dreams had taken you to another world again.

Has that really happened before?

Yes, several times. At any rate... Avicebron.

I know. ...He's here.

Well then, time to answer that age-old question:

To pull the trigger, or not to pull the trigger?

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Yes, it is.

The Servant we believe to be Amadeus is standing in front of the church.

He appears to be keeping his magical energy restrained.

...But he's also not moving from his position.

Guess he's callin' us out.

What will you do, Master?

Understood!

You certainly like to go with the flow, as they say, at times, don't you?

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Watch out! Above you!

Whoa there.

Well that was a rather rude way to introduce oneself.

Is that...Amadeus...!?

Well, well. Here I am, waiting for more filthy rebel soldiers to show up, and who should I meet but the Chaldeans!

There is no place for you in this Lostbelt, Chaldeans. Your only escape now is death at my hands.

(Lostbelt... Is that what he just said? ...Aha, that's it!)

(And if this land's textures have been overwritten, that WOULD make this a belt!)

(Ah! This is the final piece of the puzzle I needed to complete my hypothesis!)

Whooee, look at you, all duded up. That some kinda suit, or would you call it armor?

You tellin' me THAT'S Amadeus?

...I can't get a good reading on his Spirit Origin!

He could be Amadeus, but he could also be someone else!

Regardless of who he is, the spirits seem to agree on one thing: he is very much a harbinger of death.

God's love is nowhere to be found here. ...There is only the hunt.

As I am no longer human, I shall grant you the gift of death!

...Ah, aah, aaah!

Don't you DARE say that name!!!

...Silence! Silence, silence, silence! My name IS Amadeus!

It must be or else... God will never forgive me!

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Hey, ■■■■■■■. Don't take this the wrong way, but...

...What is it?

Did you really kill him? I mean, I'm sure you didn't kill him directly.

But come on, you know...there's all sorts of indirect ways to kill someone, right?

...You think I killed him? Don't be stupid.

R-right, of course... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.

No, I really mean it. Don't be stupidof COURSE I killed him.

Yes, I killed Amadeus myself. I am the one who requested the Requiem in D minor.

It was I! I am the reason the great prodigy is dead!

...Preposterous. How fortunate I would be if only that were true.

I COULDN'T kill him. I just couldn't.

Not because we were good friends, or even acquaintances, but because I couldn't bring myself to snuff out the life of one with such God-given talent.

That is who Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was.

And yet, the world, myself included, cannot but seek someone to blame for the death of one such as he.

So we told ourselves that some fool must have driven him to the depths of hell, all because they envied his divine symphonies!

And all so that we could avoid facing the most hellish truth ourselves: that even a composer of his incredible talent could die as easily as anyone else!

That is how I was remade. Yes, remade!

But that's okay! That's how it should be!

I loved him. I envied him. I yearned for him. I respected him, admired him, looked up to him...

So...to bear the honor of being the one to kill that great prodigy, I could ask no greater gift of God!

Still, that said...

...I feel like...he once told me something... Something...much more important...

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There is nothing for us to discuss...!

...Gotcha, you masked bastard!

Gah...! Dammit...!

...It's not him!

That's... That's not Amadeus at all! He doesn't look anything like him, and his Spirit Origin is different!

Not even being an Alter could explain this much difference!

Who are you, really...!?

I... I'm...

I'm...not Amadeus...! Dammit... I'm...NOT Amadeus...!

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Mr. Fujimaru, look out! It's an ambush!

You guys must be working with old-fashioned radar. That explains why it was so easy to sneak up on you.

Huh!? That voice...!

Stand by, Oprichniki. This is the one I've been waiting for.

Hmm... Looks like the court musician isn't doing so hot. Well, that's okay. I wasn't gonna need him much longer anyway.

Goodbye, Salieri.

Salieri... So that was Antonio Salieri.

Kadoc...? Is that you...!?

Mash Kyrielight...? Oh, you're just on comms.

...Now then.

I know it's kind of clichéd, but some things just gotta be said, you know?

We meet at last, last Master of humanity.

My name's Kadoc Zemlupus. I'm the Crypter in charge of this Lostbelt.