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Translated by me*
Before Napolean goes all batshit.....

And before Mash engages with Sultr

Napolean:

Huh.....
Oh well, I get that you really are desperate.
Responsibility, that's probably it.
The one who tramples over other carries one. The other doesn't.
That's what you call a responsibility, isn't it.
Doing something to fulfill that responsibility is good. If that's what you've decided, then go ahead.

However.......

Someone.....Someone doesn't recall the most important commander here!!!!
I don't think people are recognizing my prescence here!

Mash: ?

Player: [Napolean?]

Napolean:
Yes! It is I!

I! NAPOLEAN IS HERE!

--There stood a man.
--His gigantic cannon pointing toward the sky using his two hands, wearing a smile that was braver and brighter than the sun of destruction.
--The man, like a flame, was standing like a giant.

Napolean:

Impossible you say?

Did you say that? Ah, of course you did.
That's just adding fuel to my fire, oh lala!

Did you know?
[Player](Private?) and Mash? And the mademoiselle and the man?

When a person doubts the impossible, that's when the spark of hope rises up. If, and only if.

I don't know what the Napolean Bonaparte was like in the past life. Even my height was different.

Then, people contemplated. They began to dream. Could the great Napolean triumph?

Sometimes they thought, maybe the emperor is getting in the way of our happiness?

The result. Do you know what happened?

I accomplished both! Most brilliantly!

I came victorious by their wishes, and suffered defeat by their wishes. That's the result.

That is who I am.

The one carved by humanity. The hero, the heroic spirit who responds to expectations!
I, THE HEROIC SPIRIT NAPOLEAN IS A MAN WHO RESPONDS TO WISHES!!!

Napolean:

Cannon of victory. Distance Okay. Firing angle Okay. Firing height Okay.
Cannon of victory. Locked and Loaded!

The ultimate destination. A different place.
That's not only in the present.

It has always been like that. Just like this place.

This lostbelt has no past, and no hope.

No one can make a wish. No humans, gods, nor giants can.

No one dreams of tomorrow. No one thinks about, nor cares about the future.

If so.....yes, then someone has to tell them! About wishes! Expectations!

No no! IT IS SOMETHING THAT ONLY I CAN DO!

--The man laughs.
--Stood as an artlleryman.

--The role model among heroes, the man who doesn't mind being praised as a hero.
--He didn't hesitate.

--Shouting hope, pointing his cannon at the glabella of Sultr

Napolean:

THEREFORE! I! RIGHT NOW!
SHALL FIRE THE RAINBOW OF VICTORY!
HERE'S MY TRUMP CARD! EAT THIS MONSTER!

ARC DE TRIOMPHE DE L'ETOILE!!!