Mephisto 14

MEPHISTO #14

tl by molokidan

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Chapter III 10 Curse

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B: What's wrong? ...you don't look too good...
M(2b): Mmm...I just couldn't sleep last night...
B: The truth is, I couldn't either.
B: In the middle of the night, I woke up to these eerie footsteps, and couldn't sleep a wink after that...
M: It wasn't just a hallucination, then!

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F: I didn't see anything with my own eyes, but those footsteps sounded much like those of an armored knight.
B(2b): But there's no reason a man in armor would be walking around alone. Whose work is this?!
M: Probably a ghost's...
B: Impossible!
V: This might have nothing to do with it, but...yesterday, all of the rats escaped from the cellar, I hear.
F: The serfs were claiming it's an omen of this castle's downfall.
M: A war?! Sounds interesting.
B: Yeah, all this downtime lately hasn't been giving us mercenaries anything to be proud of.
F: A war isn't the only possibility.
F: This could be the prelude to another plague. Something serious might happen to our Lord.
B: Which would mean...

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B: This is a witch's curse...
sfx: zaaa
B: Master Remy sure is late...
B: He's never missed his morning perfume bath before...
F: I'd not expect that law-loving Lord of ours to sleep in, either...
F: Well? Go and check on him already!

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B: Master Remy!
B: We have finished preparing everything...
sfx: giii...
B: Uwaaahh?!
R: Uuuu.....muh....

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G: Somehow, through all my incompetence, I have managed to come up with a diagnosis, sire...
G: Your symptoms greatly resemble a poisoned condition caused by "Cantarella,"
G: a drug used by the infamous Borgia family during their reign in Italy.
R: You're saying I've been poisoned...?
G(3b): A lethargic body, with wrinkled skin...sunk-in eyes, extreme chills, and difficulty breathing...after wandering for some time along the barrier between this world and the next, you will soon find yourself in the inevitable embrace of death.

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R: But who...
G: I suspect the deed was done by a Protestant assassin...
R: Hang every last member of yesterday's kitchen staff...leave not a man alive...
G: Yes, sire!
G: But...
R: What?!
G: This recent incident has greatly shaken up the men within this castle.
G(3b): Some retainers are claiming this is a witch's curse...or that perhaps a witch mixed poison in with the wellwater. The list goes on and on...many rumors have begun circulating.
G: Please, sir...!
R: Hmph! Thanks to those imbeciles I won't even be able to get some decent rest.

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R: Well, you iconoclasts?!
R: Now are you satisfied?!

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R: Imprisoned witches! Suspects! Sinners!
R: And this time, God's judgment has come to be passed on these nefarious creatures who attempted to poison me!
R: I may be a little tired, but my righteous mission burns as strong as it ever has!
R(2b): Yet, there are still miscreants spouting off nonsense about a witch's curse! Their lack of faith shall be met with swift judgment!
M: All hail Master Remy!

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sfx: gachan!

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sfx: gachan! x2
M: Hey, did you hear that?!
M: It's those footsteps again...
B(2b): I dunno what you're talking about! I can't hear anything!

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sfx: gacha...
R: Uu...

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R: Uuuuuuu...

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sfx: ooooooooo

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R: Huh?!
R: Haa
R: Haa...
R: Alma...!

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R(2b): Haa, haa
R: Haa
sfx: gakuh!
R: Kuh....
R: Oommm...

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R(2b): Haa...haa...

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sfx: zun!
R: Uuu...?!
sfx: picha
R: The blood hasn't coagulated...?!
R: I knew it...
R: You really are one stubborn bitch!
sfx: zun!

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R(2b): Haa, haa
R(2b): Haa, haa...
sfx: garan!

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R: Mm?!
R: What is the meaning of this...?!
R: The blood...

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R: No matter how many times I wash it...
R: It won't come off!
R: Uuu...?!
R: Gyaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!
sfx: kekeke

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R(2b): Haa...haa...
R: Ha...
R: Uuuuu!
R: Uuuuu...
G: Master Remy!
G(2b): Master Remy! Please try and relax, sire!
G: Come to your senses!
R: How much longer do I have left?
G(3b): As a poison, Cantarella has a unique quality about it...depending on the way it is mixed and prepared, it can become capable of killing its victim within a day...or a month...
G: And sometimes, even a year.

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G: Therefore, I cannot give you an accurate estimate.
R: You don't have to be tactful here...
G: Judging from your symptoms, I fear you have only a week left...
G: But there is no reason to be discouraged,
G: for I have already acquired a wonder drug capable of curing any poison!
R: What?!
G: It is an expensive ox bezoar from the Orient, known as "Nui-Haung!"
G: Just give me five days...
R: Hmph...Oriental medicine, huh...?
R: I completely forgot...
R: That Oriental...!
R: He must be part of this!

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R(2b): That son of a bitch...cleverly working me into his conspiracy!
R(2b): I'll kill him! I'll burn him alive!!
G: Master Remy?!

Chapter III 10 Curse / End