I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Wolfgang Schreiber muttered to himself, then walked over to Eluneore with a light, playful gait.

"Hello--!"

Elunere held a longsword engulfed in flames, her body radiating intense heat. Her eyes, narrowed and cold, fixed on the approaching chaotic and frenzied being, and she spoke softly:

"what do you?"

"Huh?" Schreiber tilted his head, indicating his confusion.

Unlike Beatrice, who was excited and agitated, Elunere was calm, or rather, cold, in stark contrast to the scorching heat around her, scrutinizing the person in front of her with icy eyes.

It was as if they were considering how to effectively shred this hopeless existence.

"Man? Or woman? What is her gender? Who is she?"

Just moments ago, she was a woman with long, flowing hair and a noticeable bust, but suddenly she transformed into a short-haired, androgynous figure—that should be a boy.

The other person was clearly not the slender individual they appeared to be.

The putrid vortex formed by the other person's odor was like a dress woven from blood mist, completely enveloping them.

A chaotic mix of hatred, resentment, and anger... The seemingly innocent smile is just a thin layer on the surface.

If you peel it back, you can feel the indescribable, ferocious nature of this madman boiling fiercely within you.

In terms of the number of murders and the level of danger, he probably killed far more than the other man.

The real danger was on their side, Elunere understood.

therefore----

“I am both, and I am neither, do you want to see?” Schreiber smiled easily and frankly, lifting her skirt like a shy girl, and said to Eluneore, “—Look.”

Having said that, under the influence of Anna and Schreiber's personalities, the markers of gender are also interchangeable, and can even overlap, giving rise to dual genders.

Despite the shattering truth that unfolds deep within the rolled-up skirt, Elunere remains calm.

Yes, I had a pretty good idea of ​​this boring background and extraordinary talent the moment we faced each other.

After switching to Anna, a charming and cheerful smile appeared on her face as she looked at Eluneore, whose cold expression yet which made her feel a burning heat, and said with a playful laugh:

"So whatever your hobby is, big sister, I can satisfy it, okay?"

"...I see. It seems you have a rather boring philosophy."

Elunere's body temperature rose again, her face contorted with coldness. Disgust appeared on her face as she muttered, "How filthy."

And it is precisely because it is exactly as expected that it is so hard to forgive.

"My name is Elunere von Wittenberg, come on, you mad dog!" Filled with murderous intent and rage, Elunere slowly walked towards this unforgivable man, sword in hand, and declared: "You maggot that corrupts the capital, I will kill you and then put you in the steam sterilizer!"

Born in the darkness of the capital, a bastard child of a demon's lair... The absurd social background that led to the birth of such a thing is absolutely unforgivable!

The motherland was defeated in the last war, resulting in a large number of homeless people emerging.

We must sweep away the darkness with the light of victory and eradicate the root of the disease!

This is my own mission—the one bestowed upon me as an Imperial Knight.

"Aha, hahahaha... Kill? Kill? You want to kill me?"

Hearing this murderous tone, the boy, who had switched back to Schreiber's form, burst into maniacal laughter, his expression twisted and ferocious as he raved:

"It's that guy again, saying one thing but doing another... I hate him! Just tell me who killed whom!!!"

A chaotic, frenzied roar, mixed with a dual, indistinguishable tone of madness between men and women, crashed down on Eluneore with the most extreme frenzied momentum.

Despite being struck by this violent aura, Elunere remained unfazed, looking at Schreiber with disdain and saying coldly:

"It's me, listen up!!!"

They responded with equally loud roars: "For the sake of building a strong future for our motherland, you stray dogs have no way to survive!"

Then die! Vanish, you foolish, defeated ghosts!

"boom--!"

"choke--!"

"Qiang——!"

"Pfft——!"

The sounds of roaring, the clash of swords, the clashing of blades, and the tearing of flesh began to mingle together, creating a symphony of battle.

Wilhelm, Beatrice.

Schreiber, Eluneore.

What was originally a two-person showdown turned into a four-person showdown, and the damage and turmoil caused by the battle expanded explosively once again.

The holy night is now shaking Berlin.

Sparks flew and the roar of life raged—a ball of beasts and Valkyries clashing against each other, with no room for others to intrude.

The priest, observing the battle from a different angle, was deeply moved. The witch beside him watched with a helpless expression, remarking flippantly and resignedly:

"Speechless. What an amazing bunch of brats! Oh dear, those two are practically inhuman, aren't they?"

Watching the fierce conflict from afar, the witch, who was in a spectator's position, uttered a seemingly surprised whisper.

It was filled with exclamation, amazement and a certain admiration, yet incredibly, there was almost no fear.

Was the priest accompanying him trying to point this out? So he asked tentatively:

"So, those two female officers are in a bad situation?"

"Well, not necessarily. Although they are excellent and powerful, they can also occasionally be like that. They are humanoid beasts bred by their environment, who do not know the difference between martial arts and demonic paths. If we're going to use a fancy term, they are what we call heretics and evil spirits."

The witch explained in this way: although the two women possessed extraordinary power, having lived for a long time, she could see with her sharp eyes that they were still very naive.

Compared to the kind of ferocity that is honed and forged by the environment, the other party is at a disadvantage in this respect.

"From what I've seen, the younger ones are nine-tenths of a kid, and the older ones are seven-tenths a kid."

Anna looked at Schreiber and Wilhelm with interest, then at Eluneore and Beatrice, commenting in a very mature tone, "The red-haired soldier is very strong and well-trained, so he's a seven out of ten. That blonde girl is probably around a five out of ten; she got a bad draw."

There was nothing that could be done. If the battle situation were reversed, Anna believed that the blonde girl would die soon.

Even with considerable extraordinary power and combat strength, the worst-case scenario would still be a two-on-one fight.

"That red-haired officer seemed to understand this, but would attacking two against one violate his principles? Why not just run away? But he wouldn't do it because of his chivalry."

Anna's face broke into a bright and mischievous smile, and she said mockingly about the situation on the battlefield, "It's truly heartbreaking. Isn't there absolutely nothing we can do?"

He analyzed the battle situation in a relaxed and mature tone, as if he found it amusing.

She didn't understand whether, if her insight was correct, she would still be exposed to danger.

Although he explained it very clearly, did he say it as if it had nothing to do with him?

Looking at the battlefield, the priest glanced at the leisurely witch beside him and said softly, "Then, why don't you lend them a hand?"

"Me? Why? What can I do?"

Speaking in this strange tone, the witch looked at the priest as if to say, "How can a weak woman like me get involved in their battle?"

I'm just a lowly witch, I don't have their weak powers.

Faced with the witch Anna's rambling and dishonesty, the priest could only shake his head helplessly and whisper:

"...No, I don't know why, but I feel that you would be able to intervene."

When confronted directly, the priest gave an ambiguous and vague answer, after all, Anna gave him the feeling that she was more dangerous than the guy in the middle of the battle.

The fact that his eyes and ears are sharp... even though the person in front of him has already seen through it, he still can't say it openly.

The priest still didn't have that courage.

This man's wish was to wither away quietly, like a dying flower.

He was a coward by nature, and his way of dealing with people was to compromise and muddle through.

“But that would be difficult. Although they are soldiers, it is also a crisis for women. Is there anything I can do to help?” the priest asked with concern.

"It's best not to."

The witch Anna chuckled indifferently. She stopped the priest's unrealistic ideas and said ruthlessly, "Because your evaluation is a negative ten. By the way, that blue-haired lady over there, who's staring in disbelief, is an utterly ordinary one—she can't do anything, can she?"

"So--"

Was the priest displeased with the woman's irresponsible attitude? He gestured with his chin in a certain direction, pointing to a corner of the block.

There were two figures standing there, and a man and a woman sitting on the edge of a roof not far away.

Even with the priest's extraordinary senses, keen eyes, and sensitive ears, he could only be described as an indescribable being.

What are your thoughts on them?

"And how are you all doing over there?"

"Huh?" Anna stared wide-eyed, confused.

"Didn't you notice? Over there are probably the Gestapo chief and His Excellency the Prime Minister's secret weapon. On the other side, a man and a woman are sitting together on the edge of the roof. I remember the man has a close relationship with that secret weapon."

The priest pointed to where Reinhardt and Karl were, and to Reiji and Esther, who were watching the show from the edge of the rooftops in the block.

He glanced at the witch beside him and asked again in a calm tone:

"What do they say?"

However, this time he did not receive a flippant reply from the witch, but instead received a strange reaction that was beyond his expectations.

"Ah...ah..."

Anna stared blankly at the man in military uniform, her gaze fixed on him as if she had been choked. Behind his deathly calm expression lay a truth that was suffocating to Anna.

The other party stood with a *** named Karl, their shadows intertwining to form an ultimate chaos that was neither human nor human.

Was that... a wild beast? Or a snake? What exactly was it?

Then, trembling, he looked down at the handsome man and beautiful woman sitting on the edge of the roof, as if he were staring into a deep abyss and at something glaring and sharp.

What is reality? It is incomprehensible, unknowable, too vast.

I... am about to be infected, devoured, and assimilated.

Beside the man stood a girl with exquisite, snow-silver hair, which gave the witch a chilling feeling as if she were being cleaved into pieces.