The Wild Hunt, Roland, However.
In The City, there is a big black rat that is omnipresent and flies everywhere.
"Please, I really don't know anything about The Pianist. I beg you, spare me. I still have children at home."
A rat covered in black, ah no, a big black mouse, ah, that's not right. A, a black person, uh, no, that's not right. A black-colored person arrived in Nest N, contemplating while looking at the N Corporation building in front of him.
While he was thinking, someone came up to Roland's side and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Stop sticking your nose in other people's business. I am searching for the culprit behind all of this, the one who killed my wife. I advise you to stay away from me, or be careful, or I might take you down with me."
"Angelica" suddenly said, "But Roland, I am right here."
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Roland turned his head in shock. Even with the mask on, one could see how shocked his expression was from behind that pitch-black mask.
"Angelica, no, you shouldn't have… I saw you with my own eyes, you have already…"
Roland became more agitated as he spoke.
"Roland, I really missed you. Can we hug?"
"Angelica" reached out her hand.
Roland wanted to reach out, but he was still hesitant. He said falteringly, "Are you really Angelica? I really missed you."
After thinking for a while, the two embraced. Holding "Angelica" in his arms, Roland said, "Don't leave me again, okay?"
"Angelica" responded, "Okay."
Afterward, an insidious laugh followed.
Roland felt a sharp pain and shoved "Angelica" away. "No, Angelica, why?"
Roland clutched his chest, from which blood was continuously spilling.
The "Angelica" in front of him had an insidious expression, holding a small knife in her hand. The blade was stained with Roland's blood.
Roland fell to his knees. Just as he prepared to draw his sword, he realized his body lacked the strength to do so.
The "Angelica" in front of him, accompanied by the sound of shattering glass, suddenly changed. She transformed into a middle-aged man with black hair, golden eyes, wearing a white lab coat and a black shirt.
Looking at the person in front of him, Roland said angrily, "You are not her. Who exactly are you?"
The man said insidiously, "Who I am is not important, and you are merely a clown."
The man in the white robe crouched down and patted Roland's cheek. At the same time, he smeared blood on Roland's nose, making Roland look very much like Oswald now.
Roland let out a roar, "I will kill you!"
But for some unknown reason, Roland was now kneeling on the ground, unable to move.
"Give up the struggle. I coated the knife with a lethal anesthetic, an extract from the Sin of Envy. Don't worry, it's not fatal, but it will leave you unable to move anything but your mouth and eyes for now."
The man in front of him grabbed Roland's hair and lifted his head. "Look at me, don't you understand yet? It was you who killed Angelica."
"What kind of bullshit are you spouting?"
"Heh, you won't shed tears until you see the coffin. I'll let you see."
The man took out a videotape and played it.
Inside the projection were Roland and Angelica, but they seemed different.
There was a Roland wearing a white suit, his only weapon a silver greatsword. At the same time, he held a Color title. Some Rolands were modified as bio-weapons, becoming minions of The City and serving The Head.
Even, some Rolands became an Abnormality. That Abnormality Roland personally killed his own researcher, Angelica.
Every Angelica was spared no fate; they all died innocently.
Roland stared at the video in front of him with wide, shocked eyes.
"Th-this, what is this?"
"Don't you understand yet? In these worlds, the two of you fall in love, and she always dies because of you."
The videotape switched from one to another, eventually stopping at a world where Roland and Angelica had no intersection.
"Look, in this world, the two of you are just passersby. Angelica is living just fine. So, it was you who killed her."
Roland's gaze was now dull. He was in a daze.
"No, how is that possible? You, you must be lying to me, right? I wouldn't hurt her… I wouldn't hurt her…"
"Face reality. You are just a clown; you are not worthy of her at all."
The man punched Roland in the face.
Roland could not fight back; now, his mind was dull, and he didn't want to fight back.
"Oh right, aren't you looking for how The Pianist was born? Let me tell you."
"The Pianist… was once my disciple. We were both affiliated with The Ring. My true identity is a Ring Master, and his Distortion was caused by my own hand. What a wonderful piece of work. Those blood-colored notes. An S+ masterpiece."
"Come to think of it, I should call you junior brother. That purple old hag told me to do this; it was so much fun."
"Should I call you junior brother now, or Roland, or clown, or murderer?"
"Goodbye, Roland."
He tore open a spatial rift with his bare hands.
Roland knelt on the ground with a dull gaze. The man had already left without a trace.
Yet he kept muttering in place.
"Angelica, I'm sorry. I… what should I do?"
Heavy rain began to fall from the sky. Roland's hair, body, and mask were all soaked by the rain, and at the same time, his wounds became waterlogged and began to fester.
He realized.
"It was I who killed Angelica. It was I who brought about all this misfortune. Every Angelica in every world has suffered misfortune because of Roland."
"I understand now. Roland, I am the culprit behind everything. I love her. So, I will kill every Roland in every world."
Roland stood up and looked up at the dark sky.
What he was thinking about now, however, was the key to how to travel through worlds. That damn old hag was nowhere to be found, which was a bit troublesome.
Right, the W Train.
Roland arrived at the W Train station and started causing trouble. But Roland was outnumbered, not to mention the entire W Train Warp Squad and the W Corporation Level 2 Security Squad.
In the shoving, Roland accidentally fell onto the tracks. Afterward, the W Train came speeding toward him.
He got hit by the W Train.
Roland exclaimed and woke up from his bed.
At the same time, he recalled the scene just now with lingering fear.
"Was all of this just a dream? That scared me to death."
Upon waking up, Roland found himself feeling a bit sticky. He looked at his body.
Did someone, Ayou, vomit alcohol or something all over Roland?
Roland smelled that mixed odor, along with the sticky feeling on his body.
He immediately gagged, "Ugh!"