Priestella had fallen silent.

The floodwaters were gone, the fires extinguished… yet the city still felt haunted. The air reeked faintly of ash and blood, and through the shattered windows of the government hall, moonlight spilled onto broken marble floors. After so much death, the survivors had gathered for what might be the hardest part — deciding what comes next.

Around the long meeting table, everyone looked exhausted. Some still wore bandages, others had barely slept.

Anastasia: "I'm opposed to letting the Sin Archbishop live, nothing good will come from it." Anastasia spoke evenly, though her sharp tone betrayed her fatigue. Felix: "But then we'll lose our only lead on how to save Crusch-sama!" Ferris cried, voice trembling.

Anastasia’s sigh filled the room. Anastasia: "Do ya honestly think we'll get anything useful on Gluttony or Lust out of Wrath?" Felix: "But that’s just speculation!" He slammed his palms on the table, his tail flicking nervously.

Subaru looked down at his bandaged hand — faintly trembling from the Dragon Blood — before speaking. Subaru: "I don’t think trying to talk to Wrath would be a total waste of effort. All I’m saying is, we shouldn’t rush to a decision."

Felix hesitated, guilt flashing in his eyes. Wilhelm’s calm voice broke the silence. Wilhelm: "Ferris, sit down. Subaru-dono is correct." Felix: "I know that! I just—" he muttered, stopping himself halfway before lowering himself back into his chair.

Reinhard then raised a hand. Even battered, his presence carried quiet authority. Reinhard: "I’m also opposed to the execution of Wrath. Aside from Crusch-sama’s condition, this is a rare opportunity to learn about the Witch’s Cult. She should be transported to the capital and handed to the knights." Felix: "You’re not worried she’ll escape? Escorting a Sin Archbishop won’t be easy!" Reinhard: bows slightly "I will assume that role." Felt: "Fine, if Reinhard’s going, then I am too. We’ll get her to the capital safely. You can’t complain about that, right, cat-ears?" she adds, earning a reluctant nod from Felix.

The argument fades into uneasy silence. Emilia sits with her hands folded tightly, her eyes drifting between you and Subaru. Beatrice is curled beside him, glaring at anyone who dares raise their voice. Priscilla looks bored, fanning herself as Liliana hums softly, trying to fill the heavy air. And you… are still deciding whether to speak.

The candlelight flickers across the faces of heroes and sinners alike. The fate of Wrath — and perhaps knowledge of Gluttony — hangs in the balance.

Everyone’s eyes slowly turn toward you.

What do you say?