Not long after the current Sword Saint, Reinhard, dispatched the previous Sword Saint with a single strike, Priscilla, Crusch, and Anastasia, who had each gone in a different direction—southeast, south, and west—to retake the Watergate Towers, arrived at the city hall with their followers. At last, they saw the true state of Emilia, who was being held under the control of the "Great Spirit" N'Zoth inside the building.
"?!"
"What is that creature, N'Zoth? An elf? But where's Emilia?"
"!!"
"Don't tell me—you mean that Black Dragon is Emilia?!"
"This..."
"What on earth happened?"
"Ha!"
"How fascinating! I've certainly seen a lot today~!"
"..."
"Ram, you weren't very clear when we spoke through the mirror earlier. Now that we're here, you should explain everything properly, don't you think?"
"If you're saying that Black Dragon is Emilia, then..."
"Then who's that other Black Dragon over there?!"
"This is unbelievable..."
"Ram, what exactly happened here? Why are you the only one here?"
After their initial shock, Crusch and Anastasia came to their senses. Ignoring Priscilla's sarcastic remarks, they went straight to the visibly uneasy Ram and pressed her for answers.
"..."
"The Black Dragon over there, with wings and scales, is Capella Emerada Lugnica, one of the Witch Cult's Sin Archbishops—the Archbishop of Lust. She was the one who used some kind of magic to turn Lady Emilia into this..."
"Lady Emilia seems to have kept her own consciousness, but she can't speak. To keep her from moving around and hurting herself, I had Mr. N'Zoth restrain her too."
Ram glanced at the Archbishop of Lust, tightly bound by N'Zoth's tentacles on one side of the city hall, then at the enormous Black Dragon on the other, whose limbs had merely been "gently" tied to the floor. Dejected, she bit her lip