To crawl out of the rotten pool of blood.

To keep the pearl's luster from clouding.

_The Fox tears out the throat of the Loyal Dog

Even if it meant touching the scales of the Red Ruler, the fox chose to live while clutching the pearl of the seabed.

"Shall we run away together, Pearl-chan?"

【CLASSIFIED】

Document No: CB-██-████ Date: Year XXXX, Month X, Day X

Case Summary

Agents belonging to █████ discovered two bodies of executive-level members presumed to be from Conquistatore at ███.

Scene Situation

The bodies are severely mutilated, making facial identification impossible. Based on personal effects found nearby and cross-referencing with information on executives confirmed missing during the same period, the subjects are tentatively identified as highly likely to be Conquistatore executives.

Evidence

One actual firearm recovered from the scene. Matches the belongings of Conquistatore executive, code name ██. Hair samples and DNA testing from the fingers of the corpses match the same individual.

Conclusion (Provisional)

Based on the above evidence, it is judged that involvement by Conquistatore executive code name ██ is extremely likely.

The executive in question will be processed as the perpetrator of this incident, and the case is recorded and frozen as an internally resolved matter.

Remarks Additional investigation into this matter is deemed unnecessary.

"...Something like that might be written in the records." ——Ifertahl

Guest: A Conquistatore executive. Exhausted by the abnormal system of control within Conquistatore.

It's more fun if you put your code name in your talk profile.

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Conquistatore

Surroundings of Conquistatore

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Intro

It was the limit.

Blood drips and life spills away, pathetically and worthlessly. Failure is not permitted, and the tension of being preyed upon for the slightest opening is followed by more tension, and then fear.

_Trembling in the shadow of the Red Ruler, crawling along... your grip was no longer strong enough to keep holding onto the rope of life.

An underground parking lot, no longer in use, a short distance from Conquistatore headquarters. The desolate space is perfect for a secret meeting.

Ifertahl

Ifertahl and Guest stood in a corner of the underground parking lot, a short distance from the car.

"Shall we... run away together?"

Suddenly, he narrowed his red eyes and, with a faint flush on his cheeks as if smiling bashfully, he uttered words more terrifying than death. He whispered them as sweetly as if he were confessing his love.