Biegler! Biegler! You have to have witnessed this all now, right? Do you still intend to fold your arms and watch?!

And you too... Kreide. I'm not waiting for tomorrow. I'll be complaining to you, just for tonight. I'm going to complain so much you'll grow sick of my annoying voice.

I could get another death certificate. Not just as 'Graf Urtica,' but also as a 'Leithanian'... By dying, I will obtain true freedom.

You don't seem at all surprised to hear that I want to return to Urtica. We've been on edge ever since we left Vyseheim...

For once, I'm grateful for everything you've done to me. Pain and chaos in my brain are like old friends by now.

Hibiscus? Hibiscus! Czerny? Ursula? Where are you?

How about I go meet that so-called Austere Authority for myself.

Should Kreide assent to an ensemble, I'd be very willing to provide him and his grandfather economic assistance.

So it's some kind of... Arts.

It's a pleasure to meet you–– Or perhaps, 'meet' wouldn't be the right word. However, I haven't had a chance to say hello until now.

No, I've been going in circles. I'm standing out too much. I need to go somewhere less crowded.

'Succumbing to madness' has far more frightening connotations when it happens to a tyrant rather than a commoner.

I can't deny that, but—

Thereafter, whenever I showed any aptitude for Arts, they would shower me with praise.

The black blade of Grimmacht, the Austere Authority.

This is... The Graf's spire in Urtica.

My every performance was doomed as no more than fragments of a movement, for what caged the sin caged me too.

It's... It's hideous!

As now well demonstrated. I was the one who ordered the wand, and the one who gave up on it. Graf Urtica simply walked away from it all, and left all the trouble and anger to others, but Ebenholz could not.

You saw him too. Did you win?