As fast as Battler entered the room, Genji asked:

—May I help you, Battler-sama? —Battler moved his head negatively— If you need something, please, tell me, sir.

Genji went out to help Kumasawa with some stuff.

After all, Battler just wanted to check that everything is where it's supposed to be and that everything fits itself. Beato looked at him doing all this work. The game, checking here, checking there, it fits with it or I need to change this; Beato began to understand why she is supposed to like him and vice versa.

Battler was a good man and she knew it but Beato hadn't noticed that until that moment. She began to remember a little talk she had with Kumasawa a few days ago while she was helping the old woman watering the roses in the garden, it was one of those days when she hadn't even met Battler...

—Miss Kumasawa, where is the Master? —asked Beato a little worried but smiling.

Kumasawa smiled.

—You are interested on him, don't you? —said Kumasawa in that typical kind of voice an old sweet woman has.

—I would, but I haven't even met him... —said Beato slowly.

After a short pause... She asked

—Would you... tell me something about... him, Kumasawa-san? —Beato's cheeks went red.

—Hahaha, of course, Beato-san! —answered Kumasawa— He's a really good boy, I'm sure you'd like the way he is. He's a good looking man; he's honest and smart. I would've liked to pass more time knowing him, but he was absent some years, so almost all I know about him is because of his parents.

Beato smiled... Kumasawa didn't know if she was allowed or not to tell her about their relationship. She decided that it would be the best, so that, she would get more interested on Lord Battler.

—Maybe you're asking yourself why Lord Battler is making that game and all that... It's because of you, Beato —Kumasawa declared— You used to be the one that planned all this, but when you die, Battler-san couldn't handle it, so he revive you... So that you'll be able to watch the game he has prepared in your honor. He has fought for you, Beato.

Beato got even more blushed; from that moment on she understood that; she will be able to love him because he really deserves it and more because of all he has done for her.

Now, she's standing in front of him, which made her smile.

Beato, without even notice it, hugged Battler; in that moment, Battler moved violently.

—Sorry, Father, it was no my inten... —Beato couldn't even finish.

Battler slapped her on the face.

—This is not you... You are not Beato... I can't understand it... Your hair, eyes, everything... You look like Beato, but you still not been her! —Battler said loud, but without screaming.

Beato just could think before Battler's next words were:

"The only thing I don't understand... Is why he's doing this to me..."

—Don't call me Father —Battler said.

The viewers and players were sat on their chairs, waiting, and obviously... getting bored. After all, Lambdadelta didn't show herself so bad and bored, after all, she knows how hard it is to plan a game, and of course, she knew that this game was going to be really interesting.

Bernkastel looked at Lady Lambdadelta and opened her lips slowly.

—He's taking too long. I'm getting bored. —finally someone breaks the silence— However, it's better, I'll show no mercy.

However, we are talking about Lady Bernkastel, so because of her cruelty being... she's going to be cruel... and not just cruel, she's as much cruel as she can be.

—Just wait, Bern —said Lambdadelta— I think he's taking too long because of something.

—I didn't think about it... It's going to be cool...

—Of course you thought about it, it's just you are focused on been cruel!

—Yes! Oh, Lambdadelta, you should be The Witch of Truth! —giggled the cruel lady.

Erika, who was near they, heard the conversation, after all, those were the first words pronounced since the tea time (like 2 hours ago), but however, no one pays attention to the time in that world... that room.

—B-but... Master! —yelled Erika—

Bernkastel glared at Erika so she would stay quiet.

Erika sat down and looked at Dlanor, Cornelia and Gertrude, her protectors. Erika should be happy because of having them as protectors; everyone else would've quit as fast as they meet her. Erika's just a full pride person, maybe a little cruel, after all, she's the piece of a witch very known by her infinite cruelty. She just leaves her pride behind because of her master's indications... If she were totally independent, or at least, not created by Bernkastel, she, maybe and just maybe with low possibilities, would be a nice girl... Maybe all those madness years of hell where Bernkastel fell... Were deposited on Erika's soul.

On that cold room, where sun does not exist, is traced a golden light followed by a beautiful blue sky... A smooth white skin was shown, it turned red as the beauty form entered the room... a pity mark near her pink lips was cover by an elegant hand.

—Fa-f... Lord Battler asks for a few minutes more, forgive us for delaying so much time —the beautiful woman practically moaned, doing her best for smile gently—.

Bernkastel smirked... which scared Beato. The golden girl moved her eyes to Lambdadelta, who seems to be sweet because of her pink dress and cute ornaments, plus her orange eyes, which shine, filled of life, not like Bernkastel's, which are empty.

Lambdadelta smiled gently, so that Beato got blushed and hid the mark.

—Bella donna di capelli d'oro —said the witch in Italian—. Tell Battler to hurry up, we are getting bored.

—Y-yes, Lady Lambdadelta! —said Beato—.

Beato has forgotten a lot of things, but of course she didn't forgot Italian...