She's right... it's a mystery (Pink Trigger)

I smiled into her face. Maybe this was the best gift I could give Erika, in this final moment. Oh, Erika...

From the moment the other you started this inquisition, I was enraptured. This had been exactly what I wanted. Oh, sure... I love my erotica, but most of all, I love you. That's why I'm here, isn't it? Just once, I wanted to give you what you wanted. I wanted you to have a story that was really yours. I wanted you to laugh that sneaky laugh of yours and not have it cut off. I wanted you to get the leg up. I wanted you to chortle. I wanted you to win. And I wanted you to do it all on your own, without Bernkastel or Dlanor helping you. I wanted you to fight for it and **** my hand. I wanted every choice I could make to be a losing choice.

I wanted you to defeat me completely.

And you have.

My body thudded against the ground roughly. This was no jump out a window... I'd fallen bodily from the highest point of the guest house. I heard my bones crack as I hit the ground. Erika, atop me, cradled in my arms, was unharmed. I didn't care about her naked body... I only had a few second left... This wasn't lust... This was my real love.

I asked her how she had enjoyed matching wits with me.

"You dummy... What wits are you talking about?! I would have won even if I'd committed suicide, right? Why did you have to go an die? I was looking forward to rubbing it in your face...!"

Ah... I can see her real emotions. This poor girl, who's always really wanted the praise of others... who's always been a human piece struggling in a world of witches... who's never played a game truly made for her... Who's been twisted by the whims of witches harder than anyone in this story... I can tell she's a bit grateful for the attention I've given her. Maybe a being who fears neither **** nor consequence is the type that's best to love this girl.

I patted her head and gave her a warm smile.

Ah, Erika...

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Now, please accept one last gift from me... it's a staple of the mystery genre you love so much.

My life left me. I became the first body, one sixth of the first twilight. In my last moments, I heard her stand up and begin to gloat to my expiring corpse. I love that part of you too... Erika...

Ah, Reader. Are you the kind of intellectual **** that has to see every branch and won't leave any stone unturned? Shameless people like us can reject this ending and press "Previous Chapter," you know.