200 F.Y.
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"Brother!"
Lise's jarring call for my attention shook me out of my reverie. I didn't remember why, but it felt like I was forgetting something again. It wouldn't be the first-
"Rouge!" "Rouge!" "Rouge!"
-time...
My eyes widened as I realized just what was happening. I was currently standing in front of over five hundred of my fellow Nenners, all of them holding their own rifle in their arms as they all laid their eyes on my conscious form. W-what was I doing?
"We will make it out of here alive."
That voice... Baccus... It sounded... amplified?
"Rouge has a plan to get us out of here!"
Another one, this time sounding like... Lise? What was happening?
*It won't be the first time you're hallucinating, sweetie~*
*Drip...*
I turned to my side, only to come face to face with Madame Aria's naked body. It was still as delectable as I remembered it to be... But haven't I killed her already?
"You really are the Dame Flamme's heir~"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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