Leaving all this work to me? Hahahaha, I appreciate your trust.

It's Siracusan tradition to mask up and dress formally for a kill, but the people of Nuova Volsinii think such costuming means embracing a new life. But no matter the occasion, you must find the best tailor for the job, no? I certainly have.

Ah, what nice weather today—Siracusa's rainy season is over, and the Grey Hall old guy can no longer stay in their seats as all the hungry opportunists rush in. Hahahaha, could the Carnival have been such a roaring success without my help?

If the left sword drops first, we donate the wineries to the city. If the right sword falls first, then the wineries offer free admission to everyone at next year's Carnival. Hahahaha, even as that obsessive, controlling father of mine rots away in jail, the Siracusans will never forget him!

The families, the government, Signora Sicilia... every party has proved their own theories for their own gain. But how is a new city enough? What they want is a brand new country! And me? I want to see all their wishes come true, all of them!

Quiet. I won't have another 'wasteland', or 'civilization' enter my ears. Our new game is not so boring. You must learn quickly how the humans play… Oh. Hehehe, you overheard me, Doctor? Then how about you be my enemy? Come, stand against me.

Texas said I'd show up eventually? Aha! She knows me so well. Anyone would burn her prison to the ground, but how many dare to remain and see what's left in the ashes? Hehe, there is no shame in running away. But after that, you pray every day! Pray that the inferno won't haunt your nightmares!

Whiskey, on the rocks, with a mint garnish. Don't mind me, just knocking a few back while you carry on with your grand ambitions. But if I were you, I'd ease up on the goodness. Or the suffering will double when it all comes crashing down.

You care very much for Rhodes Island, much as Texas cares for her companions. Woo yeah... that serious look on your face! Very good! Why don't we make a wager, with this landship... You count me in as part of this place too? Hmmm... Very interesting, Doctor.

Oh, dear Doctor, what would you trade for the peaceful nights you once knew?

Long time no see. Oh no, did my weapon take your seat on the sofa...? A pity I was here first. What happened on the Carnival stage, you ask? Why so curious?

Bah. What a bore!

I refuse. I don't think Rhodes Island could throw a decent Carnival, even if we put a mask on each and every one of you.

Are you trying to placate me? Or do you think the game isn't fun enough...? I just can't see through you. No wonder I find your trust so entertaining!

Where stand the wilds? Where stand the cities?

A wolfpack I am.

Ah, the parade's here.

The mad lead the blind! Hahahaha! 'Tis no wonder they never tire!

The show hasn't started, and this place is already such a riot!

Look, Zaaro! See the game we humans are born playing—

Your weapons are right at your fingertips, why wait?

No need to cover up! If secrets go public, then everybody is in the game!

What should I do? I knew who you were right away.

What are you waiting for? The curtains are about to fall!

The spotlight shines on us. Hahahaha!

Do not disappoint tonight, my friends.

A grand spectacle, a perfect show, a dignified exit. Bravo, Bravo… But I won't applaud, not without an accident befalling the act, haha.

Work's over, time for a drink. Where is Texas?

Come gawp at those whose masks have fallen. Some carefree, struck with panic. Some let loose, so free and manic! Oh, what fun to prowl this ball!

Defeat? Hahahaha. That's just the end of Act One.

It's quiet in here—not afraid to miss the excitement outside?

Haha... is this how you greet Texas too?

Come here! Dance with the wolves.

Arknights.

Happy New Year! You're inviting me in? How will you introduce me? Texas's archenemy, the Saluzzo traitor, or the white wolf who would conquer all? Hahahaha... Enjoy the evening, Doctor. For tomorrow, the twin moons shall rise for the hunt... like always.

Here's a Carnival costume. Put it on.

Hah, the things you and the Rhodes Islanders do are quite interesting indeed. Siracusa, no, everywhere of this land is a filthy swamp, yet Rhodes Island manages to hold on still. Is it because you're so adaptable, or... did you have a hand in writing the rules of the game?