The Holy Corpse which entered Lucy Steel’s body in the fireplace room has chosen the one able to assemble it all, me! The corpse favors me, Funny Valentine!

Are you trying to be a hero? Or act as that girl’s father? Give up, a paper-thin will such as your is meaningless. You are a hindrance to the future happiness of this country. Just now, a goddess was being born… this human world’s peace and happiness will not be abated by the likes of conceited fools holding each others’ hands as equals. A strong country begins with taking the napkin. And for that end, the goddess is necessary… That Corpse’s power is necessary for peace… and you are hindering that.

In terms of the course of war…. It comes down to one move. For one to misread one move means their defeat, doesn’t it…? Will that be you, Gyro…? It will, however, not be me…