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PROLOGUE 

AND HIS NAME IS— 

—The man was skin and bones. 

Surrounded by a darkly robed group, he was covered in a black priest’s habit himself. Slightly taller than Subaru, he had deep-green hair that was long enough to catch the eye. His cheeks were gaunt; his bones seemed to have only the minimum amount of flesh necessary to maintain a humanoid physique. 

Judging from such an appearance, one might think his body was devoid of vitality…save for the twinkle of madness in his eyes. 

“I see… Certainly, certainly, this is of great interest.” 

The man leaned his body forward, bending his neck more than ninety degrees to the side as his wide-open eyes gazed unflinchingly at Subaru. Behaving in a manner that could only be described as bizarre, he nodded as if something was clear to him. 

Then, still leaning at an angle, he thrust his right thumb into his mouth and crushed the tip without any hesitation. 

The flesh was mashed and the bone broken; he sucked on the drops of blood as his dead eyes opened wide. 


“Could you…possibly be ‘Pride,’ by any chance?” 

The man’s question was directed at Subaru, who was bound to the wall. However, the boy did not reply to the question. He only blankly stared up at the face of the man standing before him, with merely a flippant and thoroughly out-of-place smile coming over his lips. 

Subaru’s black eyes blinked, but just like the man behaving in deviant fashion, they were empty, devoid of sanity. 

“Hmm… That doesn’t seem to be a reply.” 

The man drew his thumb out of his lips, tapping his own head with his bleeding hand as if he had just remembered something. 

“Ahh, I see. It occurs to me that I have been rude. My goodness, I have yet to introduce myself, yes?” 

He acted with courtesy that seemed wholly out of place and then gave a malevolent laugh that tore the edges of his pale lips. He politely bowed at the waist as he stated his name. 

“I am Petelgeuse Romanée-Conti—” 

After that, he stayed bent over, twisting only his head to face forward before he stated his title. 

“—Archbishop of Sin of the Witch Cult…en trusted with the duties of Slooooth!” 

The man—Petelgeuse—pointed at Subaru with the fingers of both hands and laughed. 

Cackle, cackle. Cackle, cackle. Cackle, cackle— 



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