"Right," Murasame said, turning to look to his audience. "This is all about 'events'. We need to make a series of events that lead up to a confession scene." They sat back at the student lounge in Kirameki High.

"Make events?" Jonathan asked the obvious question.

"Yeah. Interactions between Katagiri and me to develop affection."

"It seemed you were already good friends," Alucard noted, remembering the one time they had actually seen the girl. As could have been expected, he had returned to wearing his black business suit.

"Well, what do you think I've been doing since I got in this school?" Murasame asked rhetorically.

"But how do you just 'make' that kind of thing happen?" Jonathan continued.

"It's probably easier if I showed you," Murasame replied. He gestured to Charlotte. "Front, with me."

"What? Why?" the mage protested.

Murasame rolled his eyes. "Sheesh, what's with you people and not doing exactly as I ask? This is an example for your dear friend here."

Having nothing else to say, Charlotte came up to the front of the room and stood there, staring at Murasame expectantly.

He tilted his head slightly, looking confused. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Charlotte blinked. "What? I'm waiting for you to tell me what to do. You told me to come up here."

"Oh, I did? Heh, sorry." Murasame gave her an earnest smile before turning to the blackboard on the wall. "I needed your help with something." Taking a piece of chalk in hand, he began drawing some kind of rectangular array of numbers and variables on the board. "I know I don't really need to ask, but you know what this is, of course?"

Charlotte examined the board. "That's the augmented matrix representation of a system of linear equations, right?"

"Yup," Murasame agreed. "The problem is I don't remember how to row reduce it."

"Well," Charlotte started, looking thoughtful. "Do you know how to solve a system of linear equations."

"Sure," Murasame said, nodding. "But I want to use the matrix."

"Right, but it's the same general principle. Basically, you want to use Gaussian elimination to reduce the matrix to something row-equivalent that is in row echelon form."

"And that is?"

"You're trying to eliminate variables from each row. You know how you would use addition or subtraction of two different linear equations to try to eliminate a variable when solving the system?" At Murasame's nod, the mage continued. "You want to do the same thing here, just with the rows."

"Oh, I see," Murasame said, visualizing what Charlotte was describing. "So..." he stepped over to the left, closer to her, and drew another simpler matrix. "This one is pretty simple. Since these two equations are dependent," he tapped the board. "I suspect we'll have an underdetermined system with infinite solutions."

"Agreed. Now," Charlotte stepped up the board as well. "You see that here the two equations represented by these rows will cancel." She indicated the tow of them. "So how would you do that when using algebraic elimination?"

"Naturally, multiply the top by 3 and subtract it from the bottom."

"Perfect. Then you..." She glanced around, looking for a piece of chalk, but saw none. "Um...the chalk?" Murasame passed it to her. "Then you write this." She drew a tilde followed by another matrix with the final row replaced by zeros. "This matrix is row-equivalent to the one before; it basically says we can remove that equation without losing any information about the system, which makes sense as those two equations are dependent."

Murasame nodded. "Gotcha. So you just apply the algebraic operations to rows of the matrix, in a way."

"Yeah, you can think of it that way," Charlotte replied.

"Thanks for the help, then." He turned to the mage. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised you know this sort of thing."

"Huh?" Charlotte looked at the other teen questioningly.

"You're the genius mage. It's a matter of course that you'd excel academically, Char."

"W-Well, it's nothing really that impressive... It's just something I've learned on my own." The witch looked down and blushed a little at the sudden compliment.

Murasame chuckled. "Even better then. 'Knowledge sought stands superior to knowledge given,' or something to that effect." He turned to Jonathan and smirked. "Affection points up!"

Jonathan blinked, having hardly followed the discussion the two had been having. "What?" He looked to the board, then back to Murasame. "Wait, how...?" He looked to Charlotte. "Really?"

Charlotte shook her head. "Of course not! That doesn't make any sense..."

"You see?" Murasame said to the hunter, still smirking. "She's denying it, so it definitely worked."

"You want to teach me how to do that?" Jonathan asked. The request sounded serious.

"Jonathan!" Charlotte practically shouted, looking rather angry. Brandishing her favored book, she knocked the hunter to the floor.

Murasame chuckled again. "I don't think you have anything to worry about. It's pretty obvious that she likes you."

"What?" Charlotte whirled to face the teen. Murasame held his arms up defensively, but the mage did not attack. "Hmph!"

"Well well." Murasame returned to his natural standing position. "It seems she still likes you more than she likes me." He leaned slightly over the table to peer down and Jonathan, who was still lying there on the floor. "She'll hit you, but not me."

"Huh?" Jonathan gathered his feet under him and slowly stood, rubbing the back of his head. "How does that make any–?" Jonathan's statement was cut off by a crash as Charlotte hit Murasame over the head with her book. Owing to his position, however, he crashed into the table before collapsing to the floor.

"Erm, I take it back..." Murasame mumbled, barely coherently.

"Is the demonstration finished, then?" Alucard suddenly interjected, from the nearby counter, his even voice contrasting with the previous speech. It seemed he had made himself and Shanoa some tea during the circus act.

Murasame reached up from the floor and waved his hand, but otherwise didn't respond as he stood. Somehow, the contact with the table had manged to result in a considerably bloody nose and possibly a cut lip. "It's–"

Charlotte gasped and looked at him with an apologetic look. "I...I'm sorry! I didn't mean..."

Murasame waved his hand dismissively. "I'll live." He looked back to Alucard. "What's important is–"

"Here, at least let me heal it." Charlotte stepped up to Murasame and chanted her magic spell.

"H-Hey, not so close!" Murasame protested, looking flustered even as he flashed Jonathan the victory sign behind his back.

"There," the mage said, nodding.

"Right!" Murasame nodded again, stepping back and wiping some of the blood off on his sleeve. "The demonstration is over."

"Fascinating," Alucard deadpanned. "Can we get back to your plan?"

"Right." Murasame stepped over to the counter, opened an arbitrary cabinet, and produced a towel. "Now for part of my plan I was going to be needing a building...but it–"

"What about a coffee shop?" Alucard spoke up.

"Huh? A coffee shop? It'd work but..." Murasame trailed off as cleaned himself up. "Wait, do you...?"

"I happen to own one. Ki–" the dhampir started.

"Kissaten Alucard, huh? I suppose I should have known it wasn't just a coincidence." Murasame closed his eyes and nodded, setting the cloth aside.

Jonathan and Charlotte looked at each other. "A coffee shop?" they whispered in unison.

"I'd like you to hold a table there somewhere for me," Murasame continued.

Alucard nodded. "Very well."

Murasame nodded to himself. "All right then. Everyone, with me." He started out of the room, the group following along behind. He led them down a few hallways before stopping suddenly.

"What is it?" Shanoa asked.

Murasame gestured wildly. "Quick! Back around the corner!" He turned down the hallway again. "Oh, Kisaragi-san."

"What's he doing?" Jonathan asked, trying to peek around the corner.

Alucard held his arm out to stop the hunter, motioning him to be silent.

"Sorry." Murasame sounded genuinely apologetic. "I'm busy with club activities today but we could meet tomorrow."

"What's up with him?" Jonathan whispered. "He's casual with us, but he meets this girl and poof–" The hunter gestured with his hands. "–he's a completely different person."

"Where do you want to go?" A girl's voice inquired.

"How about the Amusement Park?" Murasame suggested.

"Okay." There was a short pause. "I'll be waiting at the gate, then."

"Right. See you then." There was the sound of footsteps, and Murasame rounded the corner again. "Oh good, you're all still alive."

Charlotte spoke up, ignoring the comment. "What was that about?"

"Yeah." Jonathan agreed. "I thought you were trying to hook up with that Katagiri girl. Why are you going on a date with someone else?"

Murasame wave his hand dismissively. "It's tomorrow, so it won't be important. I need to keep her from getting annoyed at me, anyway."

"Huh?" Jonathan looked at the other teen questioningly. "What do you mean?"

"Well, since I'm so popular and handsome, if I don't go on dates with all the girls I know I guess they feel cheated out of my presence. Naturally, they can't confront me about it so they spread malicious rumors that I'm a womanizing cheater. For whatever reason, everyone believes them so I've got to head that off before it happens."

Jonathan blinked silently at the explanation.

"That doesn't make any sense..." Charlotte said. "In order to avoid having rumors spread that you're a womanizing cheater...you have to be a womanizing cheater?"

"Yup," was Murasame's simple response. "But anyway, we're losing time. Head straight down this hall, turn right then keep going until you find the large blue double doors. Wait for me inside the room there."

The two glanced at each other before heading off.

Murasame looked back to Alucard and Shanoa. "Alucard. Are there any arcades next to your shop?"

Alucard shook his head. "Is there–?"

"But there's an alley, right?"

The dhampir nodded. "Of course."

"Okay then." Murasame nodded to himself, turning down the hallway. "You and Shanoa go and–" He cut himself off and quickly stepped back around the corner. "...Again?"

"Another...acquaintance of yours?" Alucard asked quietly.

Murasame nodded as there was sound of a locker opening. After a second, he suddenly looked to the dhampir. "Hey, go and just suck some of her blood."

Alucard was speechless for a moment at the sudden request. "...Excuse me?"

"Just enough to knock her out for a while."

"No." The dhampir's eyes narrowed. "You go too far."

Murasame looked thoughtful. "Mmm. Arikado, indeed... Can I have your cloak then?"

Alucard stared at the teen. Honestly, he had no idea what to make of him; first Murasame requests that he drain the blood of a random human girl, and upon being refused, asks for his cloak?

"It's all right, I've got this," Murasame said, sounding like he was trying to reassure the dhampir even as he held out his hand expectantly.

Slowly and silently, Alucard magically produced his favored cloak and passed it to the teen, who quickly wrapped it around himself and dashed around the corner. "Fujisaki-san...!"

"Alucard..." Shanoa started quietly. "So you are a vampire?"

Alucard nodded tersely, not making eye contact.

"That was the...taint I sensed on you before, then?"

"Hey, you want to help me here?" Murasame interrupted as he came around the corner, carefully holding a limp red-haired girl up.

Alucard's eyes widened. "What did you–?"

"Hey, hey, calm down. She's fine!" Murasame said hastily. "Help me carry her back to the lounge."

"Stop looking at me like that," Murasame said to the others as they moved down the hallway as quickly as they were able. "I didn't hurt her or anything."

Alucard and Shanoa said nothing as they lay the unconscious girl down on one of the couches.

Murasame nodded. "Okay, that's taken care of. She'll be fine here." He turned to the others. "You two – my table. I'm off." With that, he tossed Alucard's cloak back to him and dashed out of the room, presumably to where Jonathan and Charlotte were waiting.

Alucard and Shanoa stood there in silence for a moment. Nothing really needed to be said, however; both were clearly wondering exactly what Murasame thought processes were.

The dhampir sighed silently. "Shall we?"

"Is this a theater?" Jonathan asked as he and Charlotte entered the large room, noticing the lined seating and raised stage with red curtains.

"It looks like it," Charlotte said as she looked around. "I wonder what we're going to do here...?"

The two headed down to the stage, seeing nothing of interest among the seating area.

"I wish I knew," Jonathan muttered aloud, scratching the back of his head absently. "He's really been leading us all over... I have no idea how this is supposed to help him."

"He always seems confident enough," Charlotte noted. "Even though everything has really been pretty strange."

"Apologies for keeping you waiting!" Murasame's voice suddenly called from the room's entrance. "Ran into some more trouble."

"What do you want us to do?" Jonathan asked after the other teen approached them.

"Back here," was the reply as Murasame stepped past them and gestured for them to follow.

Jonathan and Charlotte followed him back to a series of storage rooms, where presumably theater equipment was kept. Murasame opened seemingly arbitrary doors, peeking into rooms before adopting a thoughtful pose. The other two stared at him expectantly.

"Crap."

That didn't sound good, and Jonathan looked concerned. "What's wrong?" He and the others were sort of counting on Murasame's plan succeeding, after all.

Murasame smirked. "Well, I can make it work. Cliché isn't necessarily bad..." He turned to Jonathan. "Go into the second room on the left there and start taking the props and stuff out onto the stage."

Jonathan glanced over to the curtains. "You sure that's all right? No one's going to need this place for something?"

"It's fine, it's fine," Murasame insisted. "Get going."

"Okay then..." the hunter said a bit hesitantly as he began to do as asked. He'd taken out some strange sort of tree decoration and a suit of armor before he realized something. "Hey, why aren't you helping?"

"Don't worry," Murasame said with a dismissing wave of his hand. "Part of the plan involves you doing all the work."

"What, really?" Jonathan was understandably skeptical. He could understand maybe Charlotte, but Murasame didn't seem incapable of at least a token effort.

"Really?" Charlotte said quietly to Murasame as Jonathan continued despite his complaint.

Murasame rolled his eyes slightly. "What, you want to help him? Be honest."

"Well, not really, but..."

"Hey, just be thankful you don't have to do any work." He started heading out the theater's back exit. "Come on, let's go for a walk."

Charlotte gave him an understandably confused look. "What? Why? What about Jonathan? And all of this?"

"Jonathan can handle it by himself, I'm sure. Jonny!" Murasame called as he took the mage's hand and pulled her along. "It's up to you~!" He looked back to Charlotte. "This is all according to plan, anyway."

Alucard and Shanoa quickly made their way down nondescript street. Alucard led, of course, since he knew where his coffee shop was located. The walk had been silent; Alucard was focused on his task, and Shanoa did not want to bother him with idle chatter.

It was soon, then, that they stood for a moment before the building titled "喫茶店アルカード" by the stylized sign atop it.

The dhampir produced a small tag, probably ID or something for the shop itself, and pinned it on. "This way," Alucard indicated a small alleyway. "The back entrance."

"Right."

Alucard pulled a silver key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and opened it into a rather nice-looking lounge of sorts. He frowned slightly (as different as that was from his normal countenance) before turning to another door that presumably lead further into the establishment.

"Excuse me," Alucard called to young man dressed as a waiter. "Where is the reservation list?"

The man looked at the two of them in surprise for just a moment before directing him to a clipboard hanging on the wall. Alucard thanked him and noted down some information there.

"What now?" Shanoa asked. Murasame, after all, hadn't mentioned what he would have them do afterward.

Alucard thought on this for a moment. "Perhaps we should return and see if there is anything else we can assist with."

"...I think we should wait here," Shanoa suggested. "Murasame and the others should be able to handle their portion of the plan. He may need us here to help when he arrives."

The dhampir considered her point; the logic was sound enough. Surely if Murasame needed specific assistance from them he would have asked them to come back once they were finished. "I suppose so."

"Should we wait out at a table, then?"

Alucard looked at her for a moment. He would have preferred to wait in the back, but it made sense; Murasame certainly wouldn't be coming in the back entrance when he did arrive. "Very well then." He wrote another line on the reservation list. "Shall we?"

Opening a door around on the left, Alucard and Shanoa entered into the store proper, where several tables were set up. They sat down at an empty table near the door they'd come through but within clear view of the main doors. Alucard caught the eye of one of the waitresses working behind the counter and made a gesture Shanoa didn't recognize.

Shortly, she approached with a pair of teacups and kettle, which she set on the table. "Is that all?"

"Yes, thank you." Alucard took the kettle by the handle and poured a cup each for himself and Shanoa.

"Um, you go to school here, right?" Charlotte awkwardly began once the two were outside. Apparently the door led to a hall and then outside. "Don't you have classes or something you have to go to?"

"Not really," Murasame replied. "Every since I got first place with 100% on the school-wide exams I always considered that bit to be completed."

"First place...?" Charlotte said, sounding surprised. "You did the best out of everyone in the school?" Murasame certainly didn't sound like someone who studied for his exams.

"Yeah," he replied nonchalantly. "Really shouldn't have bothered though."

"You know, that kind of sounds like something Jonathan would say," the mage commented.

"Like he'd ever have the opportunity." Murasame said with a smirk. "He'd need to pay attention in class first."

Charlotte grinned at that, imagining Jonathan studying. It didn't really fit well at all.

"I think maybe 70% for Jonny. Arikado would miss questions on purpose and probably get around 90%. Lady Shanoa would probably score 80%ish and you will, of course, be passing very respectably at 99%."

Charlotte looked to the other teen. "Hey, if you could get 100%, I'm sure I could too."

Murasame shrugged and smiled. "I disagree. How else would 'someone' be able to score higher than you?"

"Why would someone need to score higher than me?" the mage demanded as they stopped in the shade of a tree.

"Well...that's easy to answer." Murasame turned to Charlotte, looking down at her with a disarming smile.

"I'm sorry about earlier," Shanoa suddenly said.

Alucard looked at her, not understanding what she meant.

"I did not mean to pry about your powers..."

Alucard's gaze fell to the table. "Fear not. It is my fate; not your fault," he said quietly.

"What of Soma?" Shanoa continued. Alucard had explained the events leading up to now before, but he hadn't mentioned every detail.

Alucard was silent for a moment. The dhampir was reluctant to give out the details... And yet, he supposed, he'd already said everything of importance to her and all the others he'd been with. "...He is the reincarnation of Dracula."

Shanoa's surprise was evident, but she said nothing.

"In 2035, he entered Castlevania, fighting and winning against the power of Chaos sealed within. Though he is Dracula in a sense, he is also Soma; and Soma did not wish to fall prey to the darkness that consumed his former self."

"But he doesn't act like that kind of person..." Shanoa said as Alucard paused.

"Indeed. I suspect his time travel technique has corrupted him somehow." Alucard sipped his tea slowly.

"What about you?" Shanoa asked.

"As far as I am aware, I've suffered no ill effects," Alucard replied. "I pray this plan of Murasame's, however, will be successful. I do not want Soma to continue interfering with time as he pleases. Aeon may have been the only one who could fathom the effects of his actions."

Aeon sighed. "You do not understand the enormity of the current situation; this is not how things are to be. You and they were never to meet."

Shanoa was silent for a moment. "...Maybe so. It's difficult to consider how things would be different..."

Alucard set his cup down and closed his eyes. Is it? he wondered. He'd spent no small amount of time considering the choices he had made over his lifetime and whether they had been worth it.

"But I think we can only do what we think is best," Shanoa continued.

"'Whatever will be, will be.'" Alucard murmured, his eyes still closed. Perhaps Shanoa was right. One could never have complete intelligence on a situation; it always ended in a judgment call.

Jonathan sighed as he inspected his handiwork. Really, it didn't look much better than it did before; instead of being a pile of random theater props in a room, it was now a pile of random theater props sitting on a stage. I still don't understand what Murasame wants to do with all this.

The room was empty now, so he'd done what he was bidden. The problem was, he didn't know what he should do now that he was finished. Should he go find Murasame and Charlotte? Or wait for them? Walk around the school and try to create events?

Well, whatever, I guess. Jonathan thought to himself as he made his way after where Charlotte and Murasame had gone. If he wanted me to do something he should have said.

The hunter made his way down the empty corridor, seeing nothing of interest except another door at the far end. Opening the door, he stepped outside to a sort of courtyard looking area. There were stone tile walkways around various greenery spots, plus a few benches and small walls scattered around. Murasame and Charlotte, however, were nowhere to be found.

Having no idea where to begin his search, Jonathan set out to look for them.

"Don't drink your tea so quickly," Alucard chided. "Sip slowly and relax."

Jonathan peeked around one of the school building's corners. From the scenery and sign in front, it seemed to be the front of a school. Quickly dominating his vision, however, was the large tree that sat in front and a little off to the left of the main entrance. Under the current afternoon sun, it cast a formidable shadow across the front path.

"Over there...that's...! What are they doing there...?"

Looking beneath the tree, however, he saw Murasame and Charlotte sitting together. He might have crept up closer, but there was no cover so he'd have to settle for just walking up like a normal person.

...Or creep up along the side of said building in plain sight.

"Well met, Jonathan." Murasame suddenly said as the hunter approached.

He blinked and stood up straight. "...What are you doing here?" he asked his question from before.

Murasame smirked evilly. "Seizing victory from the jaws of danger."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Murasame stood and stepped towards the hunter. "I win. Her heart is mine."

"What?" Jonathan repeated, his stare blank.

"Hey..." Charlotte complained as she stood up as well. "You don't need to put it like that..."

"Heh, sorry. You know how I am." Murasame apologized with a smile, causing Charlotte to blush again.

Jonathan shook his head, reminded of Soma back in chapter 2 or whenever it was. "Did you do something to her?" he demanded.

"Of course not," Murasame replied, a serious look on his face. "You know how this works."

"Jonathan," Charlotte admonished. "I'm fine."

The hunter, however, wasn't convinced. "No way. I don't believe you." His eyes were narrowed and his expression was resolute.

Murasame cast his gaze to the ground. "It has come to this, then." He looked back up at Jonathan. "So you want to fight?"

"Only if you make me," the hunter replied.

"Hey! Stop!" Charlotte started, getting between the two. "Why are you suddenly jumping to fighting? There's no reason to!"

"Sorry, Char." Murasame looked genuinely apologetic. "But I think this is important."

"You're right it is!" Jonathan said, reaching for the Vampire Killer. "Charlotte, please! Stay back."

Murasame nodded in agreement, and the girl did so, her countenance conflicted. She said nothing, however, as Murasame drew a sword that Jonathan suddenly realized he had.

"Before we start, I think you should know... There are eight generals of Valpha-Valaharian. I've beaten each of them in single combat, and I think most are stronger than you."

"Doesn't matter," Jonathan replied simply.

Murasame smiled. "Good answer. A hero's answer." He stepped into a battle stance. "Well then, let us dance!"

Alucard glanced at the clock mounted on the wall. It's been some time. I wonder if Murasame and the others are handling things well.

"Shanoa," the dhampir addressed the woman. "I'm going to speak to Murasame. Please wait here."

Threading his way through the tables, Alucard opened the store's doors and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

Tch... He's pretty good with that sword... Jonathan thought as he stared down his opponent. It didn't matter, though. He had to win – for Charlotte.

The hunter leapt forward, sending the Belmont Clan's whip toward Murasame. The teen stepped aside, and the whip cracked against the air. Murasame stepped in for a counterattack, bringing his sword forward, aiming to slash across Jonathan's chest.

Jonathan saw the attack coming and turned his momentum into a forward roll, passing under the swing. Regaining his footing in a flash, he spun and attempted his signature flying knee attack. It connected, knocking Murasame back and to his knees. Jonathan stepped forward again, aiming to press his advantage, but Murasame wasn't finished yet; showing surprising speed, he somehow managed to slip inside Jonathan's attack and deliver a slash to the hunter's right shoulder.

Not willing to give Murasame any further opportunity to attack, the hunter grabbed a pair of throwing knifes from his belt and hurled them at the other teen as he dashed away. Murasame rolled sideways, dodging the projectiles before charging again at the hunter.

"Cherry Rondo!" His sword moving in a blur, he cut the air countless times. Jonathan nearly took the move head-on, but a reflexive dodge left him with only a few shallow cuts. Reaching again for his subweapons, the hunter this time launched five shuriken towards his opponent. The wild arc, however, meant that only one found its mark in Murasame's side.

In an unexpected counter, Murasame slid the shuriken from the wound and cast it back to Jonathan, hitting the hunter solidly in the chest. Gasping in pain, Jonathan fell to his knees.

Murasame started to rush forward, only to find his attack suddenly blocked by a blue flash.

"In my mother's name, what are you doing?" Alucard demanded, his voice even but harsh.

"Arikado," Murasame said simply, jumping backwards and out of melee range. "You have done well in making it back here. I would expect no less–" He lowered his voice to the point where he only mouthed the words, but Alucard could see it clearly. " –from the son of Count Dracula."

Alucard narrowed his eyes. "So you were just manipulating us, then?"

"Yes. I am the main character called Murasame. This plot arc must be concluded with searing flames of my event trees."

"Why did you attack Jonathan?"

Murasame gave him a bitter smile. "For centuries, dating sims have thickened plots with love triangles. The hero, the love interest, and the rival. But, if two heroes were to fight each other..."

Alucard was silent.

Murasame sighed, continuing. "But your power is supreme among heroes. None other could defeat you." He looked to again to the dhampir. "And that is why I removed you as a threat by sending you away."

"But your plan has failed."

"Has it indeed?" Murasame replied with a smirk. "We'll see what happens after I destroy your fandom-granted power."

Some questions:

1) "It is my fate; not your fault." So said Alucard. Or rather, I had him say. But I actually took this line from somewhere else. Where?
2,3,4) There were probably more references in there, but you should be able to pick out three to Symphony of the Night.
5,6) 'Cherry Rondo'! The name is taken from from one game (hint: one letter is different) , and the move is from another (hint: it wasn't a great skill). What are they?
EX) Use Gaussian elimination to bring the following augmented matrix into row echelon form:
[0 2 1 | 1]
[1 1 1 | 3]
[1 0 1 | 4]

And because everyone is interested (see if you can figure out the changes from the original script):

村雨

よくぞ、ここまで戻られた。
さすがドラキュラ伯爵の御子息よ。

アルカード

オレ達を操っていたのか、
お前が。

村雨

いかにも。
私こそは主人公村雨。
このストーリー・アークにイベントと対話選択を導く者だ。

アルカード

なぜ、ジョナサンと
戦っていた？

村雨

恋愛ゲームは古来より
三角関係でプロットを展開してきた。
主人公（ヒーロー）と、恋愛の対象（ヒロイン）と、宿敵（ライバル）と。
だが、主人公同士が戦えば…？

アルカード

‥‥‥‥‥‥‥。

村雨

貴方の力は他を圧倒する。
同じ性質の力なら、
まず倒す事は出来ない。
貴方を送れる事で、
私の計画に邪魔な者を排除したのだ。

アルカード

だが、それもここまでの様だな。

村雨

それは、どうですかな。
最後のいけにえとして、
貴方のファン・サポートを捧げる！