"I won't let you escape! Not in any timeline…!"

The vermillion-haired knight in front of you was undoubtedly a beauty-obsessed devotee of Idrila, just like the rest of his comrades. It almost felt wrong for you to kill him, yet you point a sharp dagger in his direction all the same.

His eyes widen as he glares at you, the grip on the hilt of his sword tightening.

"So this is your response? How unfortunate." Argenti says, tone heavy with spite. "I refuse to yield to the likes of you."