As the hospital burned, the bright moon was turned the rusty color of blood.
Familiar streets, familiar people, and...Pretzel, reciting prayers as he walked slowly.
Oyster
(This..This memory...?!)
Kari
Who are you?! Why do you want to hinder my research?! My hospital! My Lady! My wife is still inside!
Black Pudding...Right...Where is she? The blood sample Black Pudding brought me. Surely it can save her...Black Pudding...
The owner of the body ran back toward the hospital in a panic, but Pretzel stepped out to block him.
Pretzel
Black Pudding will also be judged. As a doctor, you should be saving people--not harvesting them. Today, it is the will of the Lord to judge you for your evils.
Oyster
(Judgement?...The Holy See?! Is this the Holy See that Spaghetti is always talking about?)
Kari
I...Give me one more month...No, half a month is enough! I can make medicines to save their lives.
I can save them! I can make all the patients get better! I can! Their sacrifices will be valuable!
Pretzel
No one will get better. They're all dead--at your hand. And your wife is the same. Down in the dungeon, she's nothing more than a well-preserved corpse.
God will not forgive your sins. Accept His judgement.
Kari
It can't be...This is impossible...Impossible...
Black Pudding wouldn't lie to me! She wouldn't lie to me! All my patients got better, didn't they? And my wife will get better too, won't she?!!
Pretzel
Pathetic.
Pretzel lifted his gun. Oyster was pierced by a sharp pain, then felt as if his body was flying backwards.