"What?! What are you saying?!"
"Your King has lied to you. And thanks to the duel we've had for the past Chime, I have now finally understood what powers your King has in his current state. You have all been fooled by your King since you've come back to life."
"I don't... I don't understand what you are saying... What do you mean by 'fooled'?"
"You poor little thing... You don't know you've been used to doing someone else's dirty work. The King has tasked you only to kidnap the perverted men of this Domain, am I right?" asked Ashley, cracking his neck.
"Yes, that's correct. The King wanted to assemble them after we've made them fall asleep..."
"Then why did you confess that you have slaughtered the men? I was only accusing you based on a rumor that you killed the men when in reality, you've only led them to another area far from light. Do you understand now what I mean about being fooled?"
"Hell, even this place isn't what you would think it to be. I can see things a few Ticks into the future. Thus, the Illusion Element won't work for me. Shall I try to show the truth of this place? And reveal how inhuman you look to me?" asked Ashley, pulling the gun out.
Tristan nodded, despite his face showing that he would break down at the sight of the truth. Ashley sighed and found a lying twig on the ground, holding it up for Tristan to see.
"That's just a stick..." said Tristan, confused.
"Look at its shadow... I don't think there is such thing as a bone-shaped tree stick," replied Ashley, pointing to the stick's shadow cast to the ground.
Tristan seemed unfazed, so Ashley decided to take it one step further. The Marksman dropped a bullet onto the ground, triggering a water spell and creating a water puddle.
"Take a look at your reflection. Are you human?"
Tristan peered at the water puddle before backing away in fear and eventually falling onto the ground. The Knight of Lamentation started wailing as he clawed into his flesh, unable to accept himself as a monster. Ashley looked on as if he was bored, waiting for Tristan to attack again.
But that attack never came as the archer fell limp after screaming his head off. The Marksman said nothing as he placed his rifle's tip onto the archer's head.
"So... You are going to kill me... There's a broken man in front of you, and you think to blast his head off instead of comforting him?" wept Tristan as tears flowed freely.
"Well, if I continue letting you live, you will hinder me. And frankly speaking, I do not care about comforting my enemy. You are my opponent for a reason and do not require my mercy. Moreover, I've already done you a favor of showing you the truth, so there's nothing else to give you."
"I don't want to die like this... I want to fulfill my duty as a Knight to the King... Please, let me live..."
Something snapped within Ashley's mind as the Marksman quickly grabbed the sobbing Knight's neck and slammed him into the stone wall.
"This was what I said about tarnishing your legend! Look at your state! Crying like a child, begging for mercy as if you are lowly scum! You are the Knight of Lamentation, one of the proud Knights of the Round Table! What would your King do to you if he sees you in such a pathetic state?!"
"You deserved to die from the very beginning... You were supposed to be dead! The more I look at you, the more I feel disgusted! Despite your warped memories, you had a second chance in life, yet you blindly followed the King you hated!"
"Is that the duty of a Knight?! To disrupt the peace of a growing kingdom?! You don't deserve to serve under King Arthur when you were the one who left the Knights to die in the first place!" yelled Ashley, making sure that Tristan was getting the point.
But as Mavislin requested for Ashley to calm down and hurry the task up, the Marksman sighed and released the Knight from his grasp.
"There was nothing wrong with trying to continue your life from your standpoint... But regrettably, you are no longer needed here. So I'm giving you one last chance to redeem yourself as a proud member of the Round Table and unleash one last shot against me. That's my mercy to you."
Tristan smiled as he looked up at Ashley and produced a sword from his back. The archer had stopped sobbing and plunged the blade into his chest. Ashley backed away, seeing the archer explode into pieces. But the Marksman's fight wasn't over.