"Mm, mm..."
After Roland revealed the White-Winged Duke's plan and gave her a crash course on Servants and Singularities along the way, all that remained on Arcueid's exquisite face was an adorably bewildered expression.
Although her brain was top-of-the-line in terms of hardware, her innate personality ensured that the White Princess was no good at such scheming.
With so much weighty knowledge crammed into her all at once, her eyes were so dazed they were practically spinning.
"In short, I just have to defeat all the enemies in this real dream and become Tsukihime, right?"
...What a crude conclusion.
This was, after all, a Singularity created by the Demon God King working with several Dead Apostle Ancestors, with the Sixth Magic involved. Of course it would not be that simple.
Although he wanted to say that-
"In a sense...that's exactly right."
Roland nodded.
This Red Mist Incident was essentially a counterfeit ritual to resurrect Crimson Moon. The scarlet mist filling the sky had transformed from Nero's Principle Blood Ring and represented the chaotic, primal desires of Dhampirs.
Simply being within it would continuously magnify the desires in one's heart.
According to the White-Winged Duke's thinking, it did not matter even if this influence was negligible for Arcueid, or if she could maintain her clear-headed will right up until the dream ended.
The Night of Wallachia already possessed the characteristic of "killing every living thing in the region that produced the rumors," and the other pieces within this world could not possibly possess the resistance of the Sense of the Planet. They would inevitably turn against her after losing their minds.
At that point, the White Princess, surrounded by endless slaughter, would inevitably grow weary.
And when she was the last one remaining, whether she wished it or not, this dream