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# Aniplex

# MTBB

And so, I'd like to get some ideas from you, Tropicalesque.

That's how it shall be. I need your insight, Tropicalesque.

To begin with, what has been cast onto the Beautiful Princess cannot be called a curse.

It's not a curse?

She has been given a blessing.

Her beauty that enchants everyone around her is innate.

The beauty that enchants everyone around her is innate.

Said beauty was simply made visible.

Made visible, you say?

I will not object any further.

But I believe she is not an opponent to face with an empty stomach.

But I believe she is not an opponent to face on an empty stomach.

I have already decided upon that.

That woman is the first thing going into my empty stomach.

That woman, and only that woman, will be what sates this hunger.

Understood.

Then I will do some research on whether or not there is a way.

However, I was rash twice more afterwards.

I jumped at the Beautiful Princess and lost my life.

True to my name of "Suicide-Master."

It is painfully obvious after five deaths.

Preparation of this raw material requires a more drastic approach.

Preparation of this delicacy requires a more drastic approach.

What I need to do is change the way I think.

And thus, Princess Acerola, I will have you change the way you think as well.

That means, for you to eat me,

I myself need to change how I think, Suicide-Master?

The current situation you are in

seems to stem more from your own beauty than the witch's curse.

If so, countermeasures need to be taken not against the witch, but your own beauty.

If so, countermeasures need to be taken not against the witch, but against your own beauty.

In other words,

you simply must not be so beautiful. That's what I'm saying.

You can pretend that such is the case.

You can put on an act. Pretend.

Pretend?

Simply put, pretend to be an evil person.

Act tough.

How you look now already isn't cutting it.

Look. You're already failing the test.

From now on, cross your arms when you're deep in thought.

C-Cross my arms?

From now on, I will provide dresses that have gaudier designs.

And you shall eat your meals with your bare hands, straight from the plate.

W-With my bare hands?

H-However, Suicide-Master, I...

B-But Suicide-Master, I...

And stop using that particular way of saying "I," Princess Acerola.

From now on, refer to yourself with a more haughty "I."

A haughty "I"?

I understand.

No, I get it.

From now on, I...

No, I shall try my best to look vulgar in my behavior.

I shall try my best to express vulgarity in my behavior.

I will.

I'll do it.

It may be better to change your name from the elegant and cute "Princess Acerola" as well.

It may be good to change your name from the elegant and cute "Princess Acerola" as well.

It seems you're not too particular about it.

Perhaps I should think of a more suitable name for this menu item.

Against the Beautiful Princess who was cursed to not be constrained by superficial beauty,

Against the Beautiful Princess who was cursed not to be constrained by superficial beauty,

you set up a superficial ugliness.

When you get to that level it becomes a type of satire instead of a mere paradox.

At this point, I should say the plan has become paradoxical—or perhaps even satirical.

Suicide-Master?

It seems I have died yet again.

It seems that I have died yet again.

I casually starved to death.

It cannot be...

You surely have not been starving to death without me noticing, have you?

Rather, Tropicalesque, have you any results from your information gathering?

No matter. Have you any results from your information gathering, Tropicalesque?

No, I apologize, Suicide-Master.

I apologize, Suicide-Master, but I have none.

After all, all civilians in the kingdom have perished.

After all, the civilians in the kingdom have all perished.

From hereon, I plan to extend

the range of information gathering to beyond the kingdom as well.

I even have foolish thoughts to visit the Beautiful Princess's homeland.

I am even thinking of visiting the Beautiful Princess's homeland.

S-Suicide-Master?

Are you an idiot?

Are you an idiot?!

Why, after all this time, would you suddenly throw away your life so easily?

You misunderstand, Suicide-Master.

No...

I mean...

You have it wrong, Suicide-Master.

You've got it all wrong, Suicide-Master.

I, er, I did not mean to kill myself or anything. I didn't.

I, er, did not mean to kill myself or anything. I didn't.

But if I were to gouge out one eye like that, um...

Yes. I'd look like a pirate and become more prestigious, so...

Yes. I thought it would make me look like a pirate and give me some presence, so...

Never do that again.

I acknowledge your effort, but it's a little off the mark.

Wh-Why is that?

Whether you want to be more prestigious or want to bluff more,

You may desire to seem prestigious or pull off some impressive bluff,

it's still all fake so you should still be pretending.

but you must remember that it's but a fake, a show.

Why are you actually wounding yourself?

You'd be doing the same thing as all the humans who offered their lives to you.

You're doing the same thing as all the humans who offered their lives to you.

For you to no longer be the Beautiful Princess, you cannot sacrifice anything.

You must not sacrifice anything in exchange for no longer being the Beautiful Princess.

Otherwise, you'd be doing the same thing by solving the problem by dying.

It would be the same as resolving the problem through dying.

You're right.

It's exactly like you say.

I apologize, Suicide-Master.

I regret my actions, and I ask for your forgiveness.

Your speech is violent. That is, it's not violent at all.

Your speech is improper. That is, it's not improper at all.

Right.

That's right.

Sorry, Suicide-Master.

I misspoke, Suicide-Master.

It's messy but still orderly.

You can't hide the aesthetic sense of the artist.

Wh-What is so funny?

Wh-What's so funny?

Oh, nothing. I was just showing you an example.

An example of a prestigious, handsome way to laugh, that is.

Have you never laughed in your life?

If I haphazardly laugh, an entire nation would fall to ruin.

If I haphazardly laugh, an entire nation could fall to ruin.

Then Princess Acerola, from now on, you can laugh like how I just showed you.

Then Princess Acerola, from now on, you should laugh the way I just showed you.

That "kah kah" sounding laugh? Er, that laugh?

Is that the laugh you were referring to? Er, you meant?

That's right. Like this.

That's good enough. Nobody will die from that smile.

Thank you very much.

Wait... Yes, indeed.

I mean... Yes, that should do.

Ouch.

Despite me having to, I shoved Princess Acerola, yet not even one scratch?

It was a necessity, yes—but I shoved Princess Acerola and suffered not even a scratch?

It seems I have died yet again.

It seems that I have died yet again.

How many times have you died out of my sight?

How many times have you died without me seeing?

I cannot give up now.

I just need to hold out a little longer, and then I can enjoy an exquisite meal.

If I may be so humble.

If I may be so bold...

Master, have you grown an attachment to that human while you've been taking care of her?

Master, have you become attached to that human while you've been taking care of her?

What do you mean?

I am asking you if you intend

I am asking if you intend

on keeping the Beautiful Princess around here at Corpse Castle as a pet forever.

to keep the Beautiful Princess around here at Corpse Castle as a pet forever.

Please tell me that you are not.

Please tell me that you do not.

That doesn't matter. Hurry up and give me the report.

That's none of your concern. Hurry up and give me the report.

I don't have any results.

I have no results to offer.

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# Aniplex

And so, I'd like to get some ideas from you, Tropicalesque.
To begin with, what has been cast onto the Beautiful Princess cannot be called a curse.
It's not a curse?
She has been given a blessing.
Her beauty that enchants everyone around her is innate.
Said beauty was simply made visible.
Made visible, you say?
I will not object any further.
But I believe she is not an opponent to face with an empty stomach.
I have already decided upon that.
That woman is the first thing going into my empty stomach.
Understood.
Then I will do some research on whether or not there is a way.
However, I was rash twice more afterwards.
I jumped at the Beautiful Princess and lost my life.
True to my name of "Suicide-Master."
It is painfully obvious after five deaths.
Preparation of this raw material requires a more drastic approach.
What I need to do is change the way I think.
And thus, Princess Acerola, I will have you change the way you think as well.
That means, for you to eat me,
I myself need to change how I think, Suicide-Master?
The current situation you are in
seems to stem more from your own beauty than the witch's curse.
If so, countermeasures need to be taken not against the witch, but your own beauty.
In other words,
you simply must not be so beautiful. That's what I'm saying.
You can pretend that such is the case.
Pretend?
Simply put, pretend to be an evil person.
Act tough.
How you look now already isn't cutting it.
From now on, cross your arms when you're deep in thought.
C-Cross my arms?
From now on, I will provide dresses that have gaudier designs.
And you shall eat your meals with your bare hands, straight from the plate.
W-With my bare hands?
H-However, Suicide-Master, I...
And stop using that particular way of saying "I," Princess Acerola.
From now on, refer to yourself with a more haughty "I."
A haughty "I"?
I understand.
No, I get it.
From now on, I...
No, I shall try my best to look vulgar in my behavior.
I will.
It may be better to change your name from the elegant and cute "Princess Acerola" as well.
It seems you're not too particular about it.
Perhaps I should think of a more suitable name for this menu item.
Against the Beautiful Princess who was cursed to not be constrained by superficial beauty,
you set up a superficial ugliness.
When you get to that level it becomes a type of satire instead of a mere paradox.
Suicide-Master?
It seems I have died yet again.
I casually starved to death.
It cannot be...
You surely have not been starving to death without me noticing, have you?
Rather, Tropicalesque, have you any results from your information gathering?
No, I apologize, Suicide-Master.
After all, all civilians in the kingdom have perished.
From hereon, I plan to extend
the range of information gathering to beyond the kingdom as well.
I even have foolish thoughts to visit the Beautiful Princess's homeland.
S-Suicide-Master?
Are you an idiot?
Why, after all this time, would you suddenly throw away your life so easily?
You misunderstand, Suicide-Master.
No...
You have it wrong, Suicide-Master.
I, er, I did not mean to kill myself or anything. I didn't.
But if I were to gouge out one eye like that, um...
Yes. I'd look like a pirate and become more prestigious, so...
Never do that again.
I acknowledge your effort, but it's a little off the mark.
Wh-Why is that?
Whether you want to be more prestigious or want to bluff more,
it's still all fake so you should still be pretending.
Why are you actually wounding yourself?
You'd be doing the same thing as all the humans who offered their lives to you.
For you to no longer be the Beautiful Princess, you cannot sacrifice anything.
Otherwise, you'd be doing the same thing by solving the problem by dying.
You're right.
It's exactly like you say.
I apologize, Suicide-Master.
I regret my actions, and I ask for your forgiveness.
Your speech is violent. That is, it's not violent at all.
Right.
That's right.
Sorry, Suicide-Master.
It's messy but still orderly.
You can't hide the aesthetic sense of the artist.
Wh-What is so funny?
Oh, nothing. I was just showing you an example.
An example of a prestigious, handsome way to laugh, that is.
Have you never laughed in your life?
If I haphazardly laugh, an entire nation would fall to ruin.
Then Princess Acerola, from now on, you can laugh like how I just showed you.
That "kah kah" sounding laugh? Er, that laugh?
That's right. Like this.
That's good enough. Nobody will die from that smile.
Thank you very much.
Wait... Yes, indeed.
Ouch.
Despite me having to, I shoved Princess Acerola, yet not even one scratch?
It seems I have died yet again.
How many times have you died out of my sight?
I cannot give up now.
I just need to hold out a little longer, and then I can enjoy an exquisite meal.
If I may be so humble.
Master, have you grown an attachment to that human while you've been taking care of her?
What do you mean?
I am asking you if you intend
on keeping the Beautiful Princess around here at Corpse Castle as a pet forever.
Please tell me that you are not.
That doesn't matter. Hurry up and give me the report.
I don't have any results.
As I mentioned before, I went past the border
and traveled to the Beautiful Princess's homeland as well.
But there was no measures I could take. I could barely collect any rumors.
You said "barely."
Does that not mean that you learned at least something?
Well, just a little.
But it's nothing more than a fairy tale too silly to take the time to report to you.
A fairy tale? That's perfectly fine.
The Beautiful Princess was a fairy tale. Go ahead and tell me.
It wasn't one fairy tale in particular.
Merely a commonplace legend in human society.
It seems to have been determined from the past
that the only way to lift a curse from a princess is the kiss from a prince.
What Tropicalesque pointed out isn't completely off the mark.
But for now, I need to keep different possibilities open, including my own feelings.
But at least...
It's a good time for me to decide what her new name will be.
For that woman, who has a beautiful, gleaming heart like a sword from the Orient,
what kind of name would be suitable?
Oh, that's right.
A kiss lifting a curse is still preposterous to think of,
but as a superstition, or to ward off evil,
it might be a good thing to keep that word somewhere in there.
It seems I have died yet again.
I starved to death.
As usual, I don't remember much when I died,
but it feels like I've been dying of starvation twice or thrice a night as of late.
Suicide-Master.
You don't need to say anything.
He will come back to life, right? Because he is a vampire, just like you.
This individual will soon come back to life, right?
He's not a vampire like me.
He used to be human.
His vitality and regeneration is still a far cry from my level.
That cannot be...
Suicide-Master.
Does that mean if you keep dying, you will eventually die for good?
Yeah. It's not like I can keep dying infinitely.
I will leave, then.
Wait. It's only natural to risk my life for meals.
And it's not your fault that Tropicalesque died.
That's not true. If I had not come here, this individual would not have died.
It seems you understand.
Well then, I shall be on my way, Suicide-Master.
I assume we will never meet again.
All right.
That's fine.
I won't stop you anymore. Do as you like.
But even then, I want you to wait just a little bit.
I don't want you to move while I consume my meal.
I don't want you stepping on my precious food.
I'm the only one who is allowed to step on him.
By you eating him, his death is no longer meaningless or wasteful.
The death of this individual who I have killed...
Sorry to make you wait, Princess Acerola. You can be on your way now.
Don't brood too much over our not seeing each other ever again.
Now that I'm full from eating Tropicalesque, I can easily die a few more times.
If you ever get tired of your journey, feel free to come see me at any time.
Suicide-Master, I have a favor to ask you.
Please turn me into a vampire.
Are you serious?
Or rather, are you sane?
Yes. I want to become a vampire.
Right now, I know not of a means to stop those who wish to offer their lives to me.
Perhaps such a means does not exist.
Then at the least, I want to accept those lives that are offered to me.
I don't want to waste their deaths.
I will eat all the lives I have killed.
I want to eat them.
I beg of you. Please turn me into a vampire.
Please drink my blood, Suicide-Master.
You know what will happen to you, right?
You will never be able to walk under the sun ever again.
I am fully aware of that and still ask you for this.
You will no longer be human.
I understand.
I am fully aware of that and still ask you for this.
Your conviction shines through.
I think it's wonderful, and I would like to respond accordingly.
Then...
But that's impossible.
Just like how I cannot eat you, I cannot turn you into my minion.
Because I would have to sink my fangs deep into your supple skin.
Is it still impossible if I wish for it myself?
It's probably impossible.
To raise an extreme argument, your feelings, your will, and your desires don't matter one bit.
Suicide-Master, you said that my will has nothing to do with it.
Do you remember when I foolishly tried to pierce my own eye?
At the time, as you took the candlestick from me, you shoved me onto the bed.
Yeah, I did.
What of it?
Why do you think you were able to shove me aside?
Why, you ask? It's because I shoved you onto the soft bed, wasn't it?
Because you didn't take any damage, I didn't take any either.
But I did take some damage.
I felt quite a bit of pain.
Even now, your handprint clearly remains on the center of my chest.
I've been thinking this whole time,
but now I have one theory based on what you've just told me.
If my will doesn't matter, but the will of those around me is what is important...
Back then, your "attack" that ignored my feelings of wanting to pierce my own eyeball
was ignored, and was not considered an attack.
In other words, if you were to eat me for my sake, while thinking of me...
That would be the preparation for the meal.
I may be inexperienced, but I leave myself in your care, Suicide-Master.
You have courage that an inexperienced individual would never have.
Indeed, it's too much of a waste for you to remain human.
I will do my best to meet your expectations, my master.
Just because you're going to be my minion
doesn't mean you have to speak that way, Princess Acerola.
I will abolish slavery as of Tropicalesque.
He would be my final slave.
So I see.
Then, what should I call you?
Call me Suicide-Master just like you always have.
That is, if both of us survive this.
If anything, as long as you are my minion,
I want you to become a vampire who I can be proud of.
Your speech has reverted back to that of elegance.
What happened to the prestigious laugh that I taught you?
Th-That's right.
I am not nervous at all. Er, no, I'm not nervous.
I possess your... Er, I have my faith in you. Yes, indeed.
Trust? Come on now, don't make me laugh in a serious scene like this.
I'm sure it's a virtue to believe in people, but I'm not a human.
I'm a monster.
I am trying to become that same monster. I want to become like you.
Just like you, a cool, tough, and kind but beautiful vampire.
I'm sure you'll be able to.
Princess Acerola.
Kiss-shot Acerola-orion Heart-under-blade.
That's your name, Kiss-shot.
Eat all the people who die for you as if you were kissing them.
Once you gain eternal life and live for a long time,
perhaps you may someday meet a praiseworthy prince.
Kiss-shot Acerola-orion Heart-under-blade.
I adore it, Suicide-master.
Deathtopia Virtuoso Suicide-Master.
It's the best.
I am very happy.
I will keep trying hard so that I may be worthy of you and this name you have given me.
Yeah. Be diligent.
Oh, speaking of diligence, this is my final lesson.
When you are really happy, laugh like this.
Bon appétit.
It wasn't anything special. I kill and eat. I kill and love.
Eating and loving meant the same thing.
And so, the noble girl who was once called Laura,
the princess who was once called the Beautiful Princess,
became a vampire by the name of Kiss-shot Acerola-orion Heart-under-blade.
Just as planned, she became a monster who ate humans.
And here I am, still alive.
And in the end, I never figured out what the attachment I felt for her was.
Whether it was friendship, affection, or simply lust.
But because it wasn't appetite,
or perhaps even if it wasn't because of that, things went well so it doesn't matter.
It was a delicious affair, too.
In any case, this is a story from roughly 600 years ago.
There's no longer a way to uncover the truth.
I've only heard rumors of what she's been doing afterwards.
But as I predicted, she became a magnificent vampire.
The iron-blooded, hot-blooded, cold-blooded vampire,
Kiss-shot Acerola-orion Heart-under-blade.
With golden hair and golden eyes, the Apparition Killer and King of Apparitions.
You've surely heard of her at least once, right?
And I've recently heard a rumor that Kiss-shot had finally been defeated
by vampire-slaying specialists in an island country to the Far East.
But oh no, I think that's a sham that definitely lacks credibility.
I won't believe in such a rumor.
I'm not worried about her in the least,
but how about I go out and see her for the first time in 600 years?
We're both great women.
I'm sure we have tough and cool fairy tales that we've piled up for the telling.

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# MTBB

That's how it shall be. I need your insight, Tropicalesque.
To begin with, what has been cast onto the Beautiful Princess cannot be called a curse.
It's not a curse?
She has been given a blessing.
The beauty that enchants everyone around her is innate.
Said beauty was simply made visible.
Made visible, you say?
I will not object any further.
But I believe she is not an opponent to face on an empty stomach.
I have already decided upon that.
That woman, and only that woman, will be what sates this hunger.
Understood.
Then I will do some research on whether or not there is a way.
However, I was rash twice more afterwards.
I jumped at the Beautiful Princess and lost my life.
True to my name of "Suicide-Master."
It is painfully obvious after five deaths.
Preparation of this delicacy requires a more drastic approach.
What I need to do is change the way I think.
And thus, Princess Acerola, I will have you change the way you think as well.
That means, for you to eat me,
I myself need to change how I think, Suicide-Master?
The current situation you are in
seems to stem more from your own beauty than the witch's curse.
If so, countermeasures need to be taken not against the witch, but against your own beauty.
In other words,
you simply must not be so beautiful. That's what I'm saying.
You can put on an act. Pretend.
Pretend?
Simply put, pretend to be an evil person.
Act tough.
Look. You're already failing the test.
From now on, cross your arms when you're deep in thought.
C-Cross my arms?
From now on, I will provide dresses that have gaudier designs.
And you shall eat your meals with your bare hands, straight from the plate.
W-With my bare hands?
B-But Suicide-Master, I...
And stop using that particular way of saying "I," Princess Acerola.
From now on, refer to yourself with a more haughty "I."
A haughty "I"?
I understand.
No, I get it.
From now on, I...
I shall try my best to express vulgarity in my behavior.
I'll do it.
It may be good to change your name from the elegant and cute "Princess Acerola" as well.
It seems you're not too particular about it.
Perhaps I should think of a more suitable name for this menu item.
Against the Beautiful Princess who was cursed not to be constrained by superficial beauty,
you set up a superficial ugliness.
At this point, I should say the plan has become paradoxical—or perhaps even satirical.
Suicide-Master?
It seems that I have died yet again.
I casually starved to death.
It cannot be...
You surely have not been starving to death without me noticing, have you?
No matter. Have you any results from your information gathering, Tropicalesque?
I apologize, Suicide-Master, but I have none.
After all, the civilians in the kingdom have all perished.
From hereon, I plan to extend
the range of information gathering to beyond the kingdom as well.
I am even thinking of visiting the Beautiful Princess's homeland.
S-Suicide-Master?
Are you an idiot?!
Why, after all this time, would you suddenly throw away your life so easily?
You misunderstand, Suicide-Master.
I mean...
You've got it all wrong, Suicide-Master.
I, er, did not mean to kill myself or anything. I didn't.
But if I were to gouge out one eye like that, um...
Yes. I thought it would make me look like a pirate and give me some presence, so...
Never do that again.
I acknowledge your effort, but it's a little off the mark.
Wh-Why is that?
You may desire to seem prestigious or pull off some impressive bluff,
but you must remember that it's but a fake, a show.
Why are you actually wounding yourself?
You're doing the same thing as all the humans who offered their lives to you.
You must not sacrifice anything in exchange for no longer being the Beautiful Princess.
It would be the same as resolving the problem through dying.
You're right.
It's exactly like you say.
I apologize, Suicide-Master.
I regret my actions, and I ask for your forgiveness.
Your speech is improper. That is, it's not improper at all.
Right.
That's right.
I misspoke, Suicide-Master.
It's messy but still orderly.
You can't hide the aesthetic sense of the artist.
Wh-What's so funny?
Oh, nothing. I was just showing you an example.
An example of a prestigious, handsome way to laugh, that is.
Have you never laughed in your life?
If I haphazardly laugh, an entire nation could fall to ruin.
Then Princess Acerola, from now on, you should laugh the way I just showed you.
Is that the laugh you were referring to? Er, you meant?
That's right. Like this.
That's good enough. Nobody will die from that smile.
Thank you very much.
I mean... Yes, that should do.
Ouch.
It was a necessity, yes—but I shoved Princess Acerola and suffered not even a scratch?
It seems that I have died yet again.
How many times have you died without me seeing?
I cannot give up now.
I just need to hold out a little longer, and then I can enjoy an exquisite meal.
If I may be so bold...
Master, have you become attached to that human while you've been taking care of her?
What do you mean?
I am asking if you intend
to keep the Beautiful Princess around here at Corpse Castle as a pet forever.
Please tell me that you do not.
That's none of your concern. Hurry up and give me the report.
I have no results to offer.
As I mentioned before, I went past the border
and traveled to the Beautiful Princess's homeland as well.
But all my efforts were fruitless. Even rumors were rare to come upon.
You said "rare."
Does that not mean that you learned at least something?
Well, just a little.
But it's nothing more than a fairy tale too silly to take the time to report to you.
A fairy tale? That's perfectly fine.
The Beautiful Princess was a fairy tale. Go ahead and tell me.
It wasn't one fairy tale in particular.
Merely a commonplace legend in human society.
It seems to have been common and established belief
that the only way to lift the curse from a princess is a kiss from a prince.
What Tropicalesque pointed out isn't completely off the mark.
But for now, I need to keep different possibilities open, including my own feelings.
But at least...
It's a good time for me to decide what her new name will be.
For that woman, who has a beautiful, gleaming heart like a sword from the Orient,
what kind of name would be suitable?
Oh, that's right.
A kiss lifting a curse is still preposterous to think of,
but as a superstition, or to ward off evil,
it might be a good thing to keep that word somewhere in there.
It seems that I have died yet again.
I starved to death.
As usual, I don't remember much when I died,
but it feels like I've been dying of starvation twice or thrice a night as of late.
Suicide-Master.
You don't need to say anything.
He will come back to life, right? Because he is a vampire, just like you.
This gentleman will soon come back to life, right?
He's not a vampire like me.
He used to be human.
His vitality and regeneration is still a far cry from my level.
That cannot be...
Suicide-Master.
Does that mean if you keep dying, you will eventually die for good?
Yeah. It's not like I can keep dying infinitely.
I will leave, then.
Wait. It's only natural to risk my life for meals.
And it's not your fault that Tropicalesque died.
That's not true. If I had not come here, this gentleman would not have died.
It seems you understand.
Well then, I shall be on my way, Suicide-Master.
I imagine this will be the last time we see each other.
All right.
That's fine.
I won't stop you anymore. Do as you like.
But even then, I want you to wait just a little bit.
While I consume my meal, I don't want you to move.
I don't want you stepping on my precious food.
I'm the only one who is allowed to step on him.
As a result of you eating him, his death is no longer meaningless or wasteful.
The death of this gentleman who I have killed...
Sorry to make you wait, Princess Acerola. You can be on your way now.
Don't brood too much over this permanent parting of ours.
Now that I'm full from eating Tropicalesque, I can easily die a few more times.
If you ever get tired of your journey, feel free to come see me at any time.
Suicide-Master, I have a favor to ask you.
Please turn me into a vampire.
Are you serious?
Or rather, are you sane?
Yes. I want to become a vampire.
Right now, I know not of a means to stop those who wish to offer their lives to me.
Perhaps such a means does not exist.
Then at the least, I want to accept those lives that are offered to me.
I don't want to waste their deaths.
I will eat all the lives I have taken.
I want to eat them.
I beg of you. Please turn me into a vampire.
Please drink my blood, Suicide-Master.
You know what will happen to you, right?
You will never be able to walk under the sun ever again.
I am aware of that, but my request stands.
You will no longer be human.
Indeed.
I am aware of that, but my request stands.
Your conviction shines through.
I think it's wonderful, and I would like to respond accordingly.
Then...
But that's impossible.
Just like how I cannot eat you, I cannot turn you into my kin.
Because I would have to sink my fangs deep into your supple skin.
Is it still impossible if I wish for it myself?
It's probably impossible.
Ultimately your feelings, your will, and your desires don't matter one bit.
Suicide-Master, you said that my will has nothing to do with it.
Do you remember when I foolishly tried to pierce my own eye?
As you took the candlestick from me, you shoved me onto the bed.
Yeah, I did.
What of it?
Why do you think you were able to shove me aside?
Why, you ask? It's because I shoved you onto the soft bed, wasn't it?
Because you didn't take any damage, I didn't take any either.
But I did take some damage.
I felt quite a bit of pain.
Even now, your handprint clearly remains on the center of my chest.
I've been thinking this whole time,
but now I have one theory based on what you've just told me.
If my will doesn't matter, but the will of those around me is what is important...
Back then, your "attack" that ignored my feelings of wanting to pierce my own eyeball
was not considered an attack at all.
In other words, if you were to eat me for my sake, while thinking of me...
That may just be the right way to prepare this meal.
I may not be of much use, but I leave myself in your care, Suicide-Master.
Your courage speaks contrary to your humble words.
Indeed, it's too much of a waste for you to remain human.
I will do my best to meet your expectations, my master.
Just because I'm making you my kin
doesn't mean you have to speak that way, Princess Acerola.
I will abolish slavery as of Tropicalesque.
He will be my final slave.
If you so wish.
In that case, what should I call you?
Call me Suicide-Master just like you always have.
That is, if both of us survive this.
If anything, as long as you are my kin,
I want you to become a vampire who I can be proud of.
Your speech has reverted to that of elegance.
What happened to the prestigious laugh I taught you?
Th-That's right.
I am not nervous at all. I mean... As if I'd be nervous!
I have every faith... Er, I believe in you. Yes, indeed.
You believe in me? Come on now, don't make me laugh in a serious scene like this.
I'm sure it's a virtue to believe in people, but I'm not a person.
I'm a monster.
I am trying to become that same monster. I want to become like you.
Just like you, a cool, tough, and kind but beautiful vampire.
I'm sure you'll be able to.
Princess Acerola.
Kiss-shot Acerola-orion Heart-under-blade.
That's your name, Kiss-shot.
Eat all the people who die for you as if you were kissing them.
Once you gain eternal life and see many years come and go,
perhaps you'll someday meet a praiseworthy prince.
Kiss-shot Acerola-orion Heart-under-blade.
I adore it, Suicide-Master.
Deathtopia Virtuoso Suicide-Master.
It's the best.
I'm beside myself with joy.
I will make every effort to become worthy of you and this name you have given me.
Yeah. Be diligent.
Oh, speaking of diligence, this is my final lesson.
When you are really happy, laugh like this.
Bon appétit.
It wasn't anything special. I kill and eat. I kill and love.
Eating and loving meant the same thing.
And so, the noble girl who was once called Laura,
the princess who was once called the Beautiful Princess,
became a vampire by the name of Kiss-shot Acerola-orion Heart-under-blade.
Just as planned, she became a monster who ate humans.
And here I am, still alive.
In the end, I never figured out what the attachment I felt for her was.
Whether it was friendship, affection, or simply lust.
But because it wasn't hunger,
or perhaps even if it wasn't because of that, things went well, so it doesn't matter.
It certainly left a good taste in my mouth.
In any case, this is a story from roughly 600 years ago.
There's no longer a way to uncover the truth.
I've only heard rumors of what she's been up to since then.
But as I predicted, she became a magnificent vampire.
The iron-blooded, hot-blooded, cold-blooded vampire,
Kiss-shot Acerola-orion Heart-under-blade.
With golden hair and golden eyes, the oddity killer and king of oddities.
You've surely heard of her at least once, right?
And I've recently heard a rumor that Kiss-shot has finally been defeated
by vampire-slaying specialists in an island country in the Far East.
But I consider that to be a sham lacking any credibilty.
I won't believe in such a rumor.
I'm not worried about her in the least,
but how about I go out and see her for the first time in 600 years?
We're both fine women.
I'm sure we have tough and cool fairy tales that we've piled up for the telling.